0 comments/ 50458 views/ 6 favorites Freshman Year By: Kaitlinx My birthday is in late August so I had just turned eighteen when I arrived on campus for my freshman year. After getting everything up to my dorm room I took a walk around campus with my parents. Later, after they left for home, I spent some time getting settled. My roommate, Alison, was a sophomore and wouldn't arrive until the following day. It was an exciting time for me. After getting most of my things put away I went out with some of the other girls and we toured the campus, stopping at the student union for pizza. I got to bed late and wasn't thrilled when Alison arrived at seven a.m. She dragged me out of bed and said, "Wow, Kate, you're cute. Now come on and help me get my stuff up from the truck." For a brief moment I hated her with a passion. I'm small and slim with blonde hair and hazel eyes and I hate being called cute. Mostly, I guess, because it's accurate and I've always wanted people to think of me as pretty. I also hated her because I'm 5' 2" and 105 pounds and she was 5' 10", maybe 135 pounds, and drop-dead gorgeous. Black hair, big brown eyes, smooth olive complexion, a figure to die for and long, long beautiful legs. I pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and my hate faded as I helped her bring her things up from her father's truck. Her father couldn't help much because his left ankle was in a cast. It took an hour to get her stuff in and situated and by then I found myself really liking her. She was smart and funny and full of life. Like many freshman I was inclined to party more and study less. But I was lucky. Alison wouldn't allow it. She sat me down and talked to me about being responsible, about not wasting the opportunity my parents were giving me. When that didn't work she grabbed me, dragged me across her lap, and spanked me until I was sobbing like a baby. When I promised to stop partying and study hard she let me up. As soon as I was free I yelled and cursed and told her I was going to report her. Then I stormed out of our room and headed across campus toward the police station. I came to my senses about halfway there and turned around. I realized that Alison was right. I was cheating my parents out of money they'd worked hard to earn. I walked back to the dorm and apologized to Alison for being such a brat. She smiled and shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We all have our moments. How does your ass feel?" "It hurts, you big oaf. You don't realize how strong you are!" She grinned at me. "Come here and I'll fix it." She had a tube of some kind of lotion that she said would take the pain away. She told me to take off my shorts and then she had me stretch out on my bed. She sat down next to me, eased my panties down, and squeezed some of the lotion into her hands. I closed my eyes as she spread the lotion over my sore ass. The pain started to fade almost immediately. I started to doze off as she continue to stroke my ass and thighs. I knew I should stop her, knew I shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but it just felt so good! Nobody had ever touched me so much in my entire life. I didn't protest when she eased my panties off completely and tossed them aside. She straddled my hips and began to rub my back. After a moment or two she tugged on my t-shirt and said, "Let's get this out of the way." A moment later I was naked and Alison resumed rubbing my back. It was incredibly relaxing and I could feel the tension oozing out of me. I was dozing when she slipped her hand between my legs and cupped my pubic mound. I looked back over my shoulder and was surprised to see that she was also nude. I said something and to this day I can't be sure of what I said. I thought I said, "Please, don't." But I could have said, "Please, don't stop." Either way, it didn't matter. Alison masturbated me to orgasm. A long, intense orgasm that seemed to last for hours. But it couldn't have been more than a minute or two or maybe three. Any longer and it would have burned out my nervous system completely! When I was able I sat up and said, "Oh my God. We can't do this again." Alison just smiled and gathered me up in her arms. She sat me on her lap and I rested my head on her shoulder while she stroked my belly, breasts, and thighs. She pinched and teased my nipples until I was so aroused I couldn't see straight! I begged her to let me cum but she just kept stroking me, teasing me, driving me crazy. Finally, after I'd been begging for several minutes, she put me down on my bed, on my back, and spread my legs. I moaned with pleasure when I felt her warm wet tongue touch my labia. She ran her tongue over my slit and then pushed it deep into my pussy. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as her tongue found my clit! Time seemed to slow. I thought I was going to die from the intense pleasure her tongue generated. I did scream when she ran the tip of her finger over my anus. My orgasm exploded, even more intense than the first one! It was so intense that I blacked out for a moment. It was lucky that the neighboring rooms had music blaring so loud that nobody heard me scream. Alison sat next to me and rubbed my belly with soft strokes until I was calm again. Then she leaned and kissed me for the first time. It was a slow, sweet kiss with lots of tongue. Afterward, she smiled and said, "That tangy taste was you." I blushed and closed my eyes. She kissed me again and then she said she had some reading to do. I also had some reading to do so I got up and found my panties. As I started to step into them Alison smiled and said, "No, Kate. Stay naked." I glanced at her, surprised. She had on a t-shirt and panties. "Why?" "Because I prefer you naked. You're mine now." I hesitated for a moment and Alison said, "Don't make me spank you again." I tossed my panties aside, grabbed my book, and sat down on my bed to read. Later, as we prepared for bed, I asked Alison what she'd meant when she said "You're mine now." "Just what I said, Kate. You're mine. You're my cute little naked bitch. Tomorrow when you get back from class I'll start teaching you how to please me with your fingers and tongue. And we'll get rid of that bush. I like bare pussy." And that's how, at the tender age of eighteen, I became a lesbian's bitch. And I loved it! Freshman Year Daniella stepped into her dorm room and grinned. She loved her room already and she had been in it less then five minutes. The room was rectangular with two beds, two desks, and two wardrobes. The wardrobes were designed in a way that made Daniella think of the movie "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe." She began to unpack her things. As she did, she left her door open. She wanted to watch the other people who were coming into the dorm and definitely wanted to be welcoming to her new roommate. She had been told that her roommate's name was Catherine. That's all she knew and she was excited to meet her. "Cute butt." Daniella looked up and saw a girl standing in the doorway of her room. The first word that came to mind was hot. She was petite and curvy. Her blonde hair was almost white and was in two French braids. The ends of the braids were tied with a pink ribbon. The pink matched the edging along her white skirt and her top was black. Daniella's eyes went up and down and saw that the skirt barely covered her thighs. The girl's thighs were a dark brown and she guessed she had spent the summer at the beach. "Thanks. I'm Daniella." "I'm Cat. Well, actually, I'm Catherine, but everyone calls me Cat. I'm your new roommate." Daniella nodded and watched as her new roommate entered the room. She brought in two huge suitcases and then left to get more. Daniella continued her unpacking until Cat came back. "So you always wear cute clothing?" Cat was unpacking her things while chatting. She kept glancing at Daniella and couldn't stop staring. Daniella was about her height, but had the most gorgeous curly brown hair. It was in ringlets and framed her face perfectly. She was thin and her dark skin hinted that she had also spent the summer at the beach. "Um. I guess. My mom's a fashion designer. I get new clothes all the time." Daniella's mom worked in New York and figured that instead of spending time with her daughter it would be better to just give her expensive clothing. "I love those jeans. If I wasn't so curvy, I'd want to borrow them." "Who says I'd let you borrow them" Both girls giggled. There was an instant attraction that was both physical and friendly. *** "Fuck me." Daniella's eyes were wide as Chad fucked her senseless. The massive football player was kneeling on the bed as his large cock slammed into Daniella's pussy. Her body was covered in sweat and she squirmed trying to get her hands free from the ties. Chad had tied her hands to the headboard and had lifted her up so she was barely touching the bed. "Oh baby! I'm going to cum," Chad cried out as he came. He pumped hard and fast and then dropped Daniella back onto the bed. He leaned over and kissed her passionately. "Fuck, I love your pussy." Chad grinned as he untied her hands. He rolled onto his side and pulled her close. "Can I tell you something?" "Of course." Daniella looked into his sky blue eyes. She could stare at him for hours. They had met during frosh week and had begun dating right away. They had fucked for the first time in his car and after realizing that they were in tune with each other sexually, they realized they were meant to be together, to be each other's sex toy. "What do you think about girls?" Chad was rubbing her back softly. He knew that this question could go two ways. She would either freak out and slap him or she might actually say what he wanted her to say. "Excuse me? What do you mean?" Daniella's mind was racing. Had he caught her and Cat at some point. She kept thinking about all the times that she and Cat would play around in the morning before class. Was he going to break up with her? "I just want to know if you like girls, you know, sexually. It's just that Cat is always so flirty and cute around us and I was wondering if you wanted a threesome." There he had said it. He pulled away a bit since he knew he was very vulnerable at this moment. He was naked with his bare cock between them. It was flaccid, but was very sore from the last few hours of fucking. If he had read her all wrong, she might hurt him. "Yeah." Daniella bit her lip and batted her eyes. It was the same response she had given him when he asked to fuck her the first time. She had also given him that response when he asked to fuck her ass and when he wanted to fuck in the library. "Are you fucking serious?" "Cat and I already fool around. For a moment, I thought you were going to break up with me." "Fuck no. You're so fucking hot." Chad grabbed Daniella and sat her on his chest. He wiggled her hips back and forth so that her wet pussy juices and his cum would grind against his chest. "It's every guy's dream to have a threesome. And to do it with a hottie like Cat would be fucking awesome." "I'll ask her tomorrow baby." *** "So what do you think?" Daniella was sitting at her desk typing up an English essay as she waited for Cat to respond. She was wearing one of Chad's football jerseys along with a pair of black satin panties that he had gotten for her last week. She was squirming around a bit since Chad had a night class and she hadn't gotten her daily fix of his cock. "Let me get this straight. The two of you want me to join in a threesome with you? So I get to fuck you and him at the same time? You seriously think that's a good idea?" Cat was doing her yoga stretches on a purple mat on the ground. She was completely naked because she found that the clothing constricted her flexible body. "Yeah. He wants it and so do I. It won't make it weird. I promise." Just then the door opened. Chad walked in and instantly his cock hardened. There was his girlfriend in one of his shirts and beside her was Cat, completely naked on her hands and knees. He almost thought that she was waiting for him to fuck her, but then noticed the soothing meditation music and the fact that she was stretching on a yoga mat. "Hi girls. How's my princess?" Chad took the few steps towards Daniella and kissed her hard on the lips. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. "I missed you today." Daniella wrapped her legs around Chad and felt his member push against her thigh. God how she loved how aroused he got. "I want nothing more then to fuck you silly right now." "Excuse me." Cat had gotten up and locked the door. "Do I get to join in or do the two of you need some private time?" "Come on over." Chad carried Daniella over to her bed and stood her in front of him. She was undressing quickly. Chad pulled Cat over and made her straddle his thigh. "You have no fucking idea how much I want to fuck you." Chad lifted his leg and let Cat grind against his thigh. Her pussy was so wet; she was sliding all over the place. His eyes glanced over at his girlfriend. She was naked and rubbing her pussy. "Come over here my little princess." Daniella squealed and climbed onto his other leg. He watched as the two sexy girls grinded against him. He went back and forth kissing them while his hands fondled one breast each. Cat orgasmed first. She was quiet and whimpered as she dug her nails into his arm. Daniella watched as her best friend came and then nodded to Chad. She had never been able to cum without Chad's cock inside her. Chad lay back and closed his eyes. He wanted to see if he could figure out who was licking his cock. He felt his shorts be tugged down and felt a hot mouth surround his cock. He moaned and felt his cock hit the back of her throat. It had to be Cat since Daniella still had trouble deep throating. He opened his eyes and grinned. Cat was jerking his cock while Daniella climbed on top. He moaned as he slid deep into her pussy. "Oh fuck, you feel good." Cat grinned and watched as Daniella fucked Chad's member. She climbed on top of Chad facing his feet and moaned as he eagerly licked her pussy. "Rub my clit. You know what I need." Daniella was panting hard as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm. Chad wasn't paying attention. All he cared about was that he had one hot pussy wrapped tight around his cock and another dripping pussy against his tongue. He almost missed when Daniella came because Cat kissing her muffled her moans. Once Daniella came, Cat climbed off Chad. "Fuck her doggie style. She told me you do her rough. I want to see." Chad blinked. This firecracker was turning him on so much and now she wanted to watch him fuck Daniella. Chad stood up and rolled Daniella onto her hands and knees. He spread her legs wide and slammed in. He gripped her hips and slammed in again. Cat pressed up against Chad and reached underneath. One hand fondled his heavy balls while the other rubbed Daniella's clit. "Oh fuck! Cumming!" Chad cried out and slammed in deep. He felt his cum flood Daniella's pussy and loved the fact that Cat's hand was massaging his balls. He turned and fell onto the bed. "God that was so hot." Daniella and Cat climbed onto the bed and cuddled one on either side of him. This was going to be a good year. Freshman Year What they say is true - sometimes, when you get exactly what you want, you have no idea what to do with it. This, unbelievably, was the subject of my thoughts as my roommate Tim's beautiful cock sprang free of his shorts, dangling mere inches away from my face. I should probably back up and give you some context there. ***** My freshman year of college had been one of the most thorougly enjoyable experiences of my life for many reasons. One of the most important of these was that after what seemed like an eternity of dealing with bigotry, hatred and ignorance in my rural Alabama home town, I was finally in a setting where I could be completely open about my homosexuality. I could be myself. It was a liberating, freeing thing, and I had flourished as a result of it. Skills and talents I never knew I had rose to the surface. (No, not that kind of skills...well, yes, those too, I suppose.) Without being consumed by the inner turmoil I had always faced at home, always having to act like something I wasn't, I found that my mind was capable of wonderful things. The best thing about my freshman year, though, was Tim. He and I had instantly become close friends at orientation during the summer, and it had been quickly decided that we would room together. That was the first time my sexuality had come up, and I knew I had to be completely honest with him to avoid any potential headaches later down the road. To my complete surprise, he was more than ok with it - he had several gay friends at home (another new concept to me) and wasn't bothered in the slightest. The first time I saw Tim with his shirt off, I was almost afraid we weren't going to be able to make things work - he had the sculpted body of a Greek god, lean and muscular. A state champion swimmer, there wasn't a hair anywhere on his body (at least in the places I could see). He must have easily spotted my longing gaze, because he had laughed loudly and jokingly said, "You can look, but you can't touch." When Tim started dating Jennifer, though, any fantasies I might have had about Tim and I became pure wishful thinking. Jennifer was a knockout - even I was able to appreciate that. At a relatively petite 5'1", Tim's powerful 6'6" frame towered over her. Tim and I quickly laid down some ground rules...he and Jen could do whatever it was they wanted to do in the room as long as I had been able to make plans to be elsewhere, and if I ever needed to use the room to study or do work, they would find somewhere else to fool around. The arrangement worked perfectly for a while, and I even found myself guiltily looking forward to the scent of Tim's sweat upon my return after one of their sessions. One evening late in January, though, things changed. ***** Mainly at Tim's urging, I had accompanied him and Jen to a raucous party off-campus. While booze was booze in any setting, and I could hardly complain about the quality and variety of the alcohol, I very quickly determined that I was probably the only gay guy there. Already tired enough of "looking but not touching", I made my way over to Tim and yelled over the music that I wasn't feeling too well and was heading out. He gave a vague half-nod in my direction, occupied as he was with Jen grinding her ass into his crotch along with the music. The expression of pure, male, dominant lust on his face will forever be etched into my memory. When I got back to the room, I stripped down to my boxers, got into my bed, and began immediately to jack off. That look on Tim's face had been nearly enough to drive me over the edge on its own, and soon enough I was spurting hot, sticky cum all over my stomach and chest. I was about to get up and clean myself off when I heard a noise outside the door - Tim was fumbling for his keys, and Jen was giggling drunkenly. Silently cursing to myself, I decided that the best course of action would be to pretend that I was asleep. The two 18-year-olds burst into the room, with Jen continuing to giggle. I held my eyes tightly closed, and the giggling was soon replaced with soft, gentle moans. Shortly after, I could clearly make out the sounds of zippers unzipping and clothes being tossed on the floor. Tim, ever the gentleman, sounded a little concerned, even through his drunken stupor. "What about Shawn?" Something about hearing my name made me open my eyes a little, though I quickly closed them again. Both of them were completely naked, and Jen had gotten down on her knees. "Don't worry about Shawn...he's completely passed out. And I NEED this." Unable to restrain myself, I allowed myself to open my eyes ever so slightly, and nearly came again when I got my first glimpse, however blurry, of Tim's cock. Jen had taken him in her mouth and was sucking hungrily enough that one would have thought she was eating her first meal in weeks. The look, though, was back on Tim's face, and this time it was accompanied by some of the sexiest moans I had ever heard come out of any man. Tim's voice was a rich, velvety baritone and was sheer pleasure to listen to under normal circumstances. With these blissful sounds coming out of him... "Suck it...suck my fuckin' cock, you dirty little slut..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tim, quite possibly the nicest, most polite person I knew, was talking dirtier than I dreamed possible. He lifted Jen up and tossed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her. I could have almost sworn that he stared directly at me as he plunged his cock into her. She let out a long, loud moan, evidently not caring at all if I, or anyone else on the floor, for that matter, could hear. Tim quickly picked up a relentless pace, his meaty dick ramming in and out of Jen's lithe, tiny body. His balls slapped loudly against her over and over as she locked her arms and legs around him in a death grip, pulling him in deeper and rocking her body against his. "Ohmigod...ohmigod...fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME..." He grunted and growled with animal lust as he drove into her with a few final, punishing thrusts. Looking up - this time, unmistakably at me - he let out a cry of pleasure as he buried his cock deep inside her and unloaded his seed. That was all I needed to cum again, without having touched myself at all. ***** After that first night, Jen and Tim became more brazen about their sexual escapades. They would have sex in the room while I was asleep (though most times this happened, I was about as asleep as I had been the first time). They would fuck in the room without asking me, leading to several instances where I walked in on them. Each time it happened, I became more and more shocked - and more and more turned on - by how dominant Tim became. One time, I returned from a shower to find Jen on her knees, hands tied behind her back, sucking Tim off. She didn't bother to stop until Tim had come. And each time, I couldn't shake the sensation that Tim's gaze was locked on me and not his girlfriend. As much as I enjoyed the glimpses I was getting of Tim's gorgeous body, the situation was quickly becoming untenable. I finally resigned myself to the idea that I was going to have to move out, and headed back from class prepared to break the news to Tim. I took a deep breath and opened the door, and was shocked to find Tim sitting on his bed in and old t-shirt and gym shorts, visibly shaken. Instantly feeling my indignance fade, I closed the door and quickly sat next to him. "Christ...you look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?" He looked at me and sighed. "I just broke up with Jen. It wasn't working out." I was shocked, and I guess Tim could see it, because he let out a half-hearted chuckle. "Surprised, I take it?" Not quite sure of the right thing to say, I stumbled a little bit over my words. "I...but...all the sex!" He snorted. "Well, she wasn't so thrilled with it when she found out who I was thinking about all those times I fucked her." I looked at him, a quizzical expression on my face. "Let me guess...Emily. No, wait...Sarah." "You." I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Tim, who I had fantasized about for months and ogled fucking his girlfriend for months more, had been fantasizing about me. "Uh...wow. Really?" I couldn't believe how stupid the words sounded coming out of my mouth, but I was at a loss for words. "Yeah. Really. Ever since the night of that party in January, when you watched us fuck..." -- (the secret was out, I guess) -- "I've been...well, I've kind of been showing off for you." So much of it made sense now. Tim hadn't been fucking Jen in front of me out of disregard or disrespect...he'd been doing it so that I could get a good look at him. I swallowed hard and chose my next words carefully. "Tim...I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been dreaming of this moment for a long time. Before we do anything else, or say anything else...I want to make sure exactly what it is you want." He pulled me in and our lips met. It was as though my whole body was awash with energy. His lips were soft and smooth, but he kissed me with a passion and strength I had never experienced. Our tongues danced, and I melted as I felt his powerful arms grip me tightly. After an eternity, we broke the kiss, and I stared at him, panting. "Now get on your fuckin' knees, Shawn." I didn't need to be asked twice. I quickly got off the bed and sunk down to my knees, and Tim just as quickly stood up, his massive frame going on for miles above me. I tentatively reached under the elastic waistband of his shorts and began to pull them slowly downward. After all those tantalizing peeks I'd gotten, I was about to see what his dick looked like up close. It sprang free of his shorts and bobbed slowly up and down in front of me, a few drops of glistening precum oozing from the tip. It was a thing of beauty, an object d'art. Ten thick inches, crowned by a large, bulbous head and adorned with throbbing veins. I was entranced, enthralled, mesmerized. "Don't just stare at it, you little slut boy, suck it. Now." The transformation was once again complete. Tim was in charge, in complete control - and I was loving every second of it. Gripping the massive cock in my hands, I began to lick slowly, ever so lightly, from the base all the way up to the tip. I'd been dreaming of seeing this dick up close forever, and I was going to milk it (no pun intended) for all it was worth. I began caressing the length of him in my hands as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. Tim started moaning, and I had to fight off the urge to lower one of my hands to my own swelling cock - I wanted this to last. Craning my neck upward and looking him straight in the eye, I engulfed him in my mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a hiss of air. "Jesus, Shawn..." I began bobbing my head up and down, keeping my lips wrapped tightly around him, sucking hard. I felt Tim place his hands on either side of my head and grew even more excited as he began to dictate the tempo and rhythm of my mouth, firmly guiding my head up and down around his shaft. He began thrusting into my mouth, and my heart skipped a few beats at the sight of his muscled abdomen rippling up close. He pulled out of my mouth and, to my utter shock, I heard myself let out an involuntary whimper. The corner of his mouth turned into a slight grin. "Don't worry...you'll get more later." Hooking his arms under mine, he lifted me easily from the floor and threw me onto the bed. Willingly, eagerly, I lifted my ass up into the air, offering myself to him. I heard him open a bottle of what must have been lube, and then close it moments later. "You want this cock, Shawn?" I moaned in response, and in return, Tim slapped his massive cock against my ass as though he were wielding a bat or a club. "I didn't hear you." "Fuck...god, yes, I want you to fuck me. I need you to f--aaaaaaah!!" He hadn't waited for me to finish, and before I knew what was happening, he had slid all the way into me. It was utter bliss - all ten inches of iron-hard meat filling me like I'd never been filled before. I felt myself twitching around him. After he had given me a moment to get used to his size, Tim started fucking me with wild abandon. It was all I could do to remain consciously aware of what was going on as I was impaled repeatedly, reduced to stammering, mumbling and soft moaning. His cock was setting off nerve endings I hadn't known existed. For only the second time since that first night, I felt my engorged cock spurt cum all over the sheets, without having been touched once. Tim grunted in approval. "Fuckin' slut...you love taking my cock, don't you..." I was having trouble forming complete words. "Y--yes...oh god, yes..." He pulled out of me and pushed me down to the bed, pivoting around so that his cock was right in my face. We locked eyes, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. Tim groaned and shouted out loud. "FUCK!!" A second later, I felt his hot, sticky, thick cum splash onto my face. As much as I hated doing it, I closed my eyes - I knew Tim was a heavy shooter. Several blasts of cum later, I heard his commanding voice bellow, "Shower. Two minutes. Don't clean it off." The door opened and closed, my ass still up in the air and my face coated with Tim's seed. It was going to be an interesting end to the school year... Freshman Year at Band Camp In high school, I definitely was what you would consider to be a "band geek" or a "music nerd". While I didn't decide to major in music at the University, I was determined to go to a school where I could pursue music in my free time. I had been counting the days until band camp, and finally that day was here. I'm looking forward to being a part of the color guard, which will allow me to combine my love of music with my love of dance. I had looked forward all summer, and while I was nervous to be a freshman in college, I am excited for all the opportunities that the band and university has. "Jessica, we're here!" my mom says, which shakes me out of my daydream. Finally, we are at the camp! She helps me unpack my bags and we're greeted by a friendly young hot guy holding a clipboard. "Name?" he asks. "Jessica...Jessica Smith..." I say, stuttering because of how utterly gorgeous this guy is. "Nice to meet you, Jessica! I'm Dan. I play trombone. What instrument are you...?" "Color guard." I answer. "Nice," he says, with a smirk on his face. "Okay, cabin 12. We don't have practice till 3, but make sure you're on the field at that time. The other guard girls will help you with that. You can spend some time with your mom, but like I said, be on the field at 3. That's where you'll get oriented to camp. The returning members haven't arrived yet." He smiles, which makes a shiver go down my spine again and clench in my stomach. "Oh, and be careful, there's not a lot of cell service up here in the woods." "Oh..okay..." I murmur, grabbing my bags and heading off to cabin 12. Once I'm there, there's tons of screaming and introductions. Lots of names I don't remember. One girl with curly red hair is particularly nice and helps me get to the field at 3. "I was new once too," she says excitedly. "I'm your section leader. My name's Cassie." We are told about the field, the expectations, our uniforms, and do some basic moves. By the time it's time for dinner, and the sun is down, I'm exhausted. "Is it always this ...exhausting?" I ask Cassie. She laughs. "Today was easy. Wait until tomorrow, and the next day when the returners are here. We'll be worked till you can't move." I gulp. "Okay." "Don't worry," Cassie smiles. "You can do it." The next week goes by in a blur of horns, color guard flags, and drumsticks. There's activities and icebreakers I attend, but by the end of the night, I've forgotten everyone's name and I'm just exhausted. Finally the last night arrives and we're let out of practice early. "Early?" I ask Cassie. "Really?" "Yep!" she says, laughing. "We have a party on the last night." "A party? Noone told me about that." "Yeah, it's a secret. Like, an initiation into the band. It's fun. Come, get dressed." "I have nothing to wear..." I murmur. "It's fine, I don't need to go." "Yes, you do," Cassie tells me and pulls me towards her bunk. "I'll help you find something to wear." That's how I find myself walking to the gym, where everyone is congregating. Wearing a borrowed black dress from Cassie, my brown hair braided into a nice long braid. Cassie is stunning in a blue dress that looks great with her bright red hair. "Welcome!" one of the section leaders shouts, staggering over to me and Cassie. "Steve, cool it!" Cassie shouts at him. "Jessie's a freshman and you don't deserve her. Wander away." "Cool, cool," Steve says. "What was that?" I ask. Cassie pauses. "Do you drink?" "Uh. Drink what?" Cassie laughs. "Alcohol." "Oh." I say. "No, I've never had alcohol." "That's fine, you'll try tonight! Once we're done with the official speech by the band director. He turns a blind eye to all this. Are you a virgin?" I'm shocked. "Well, of course! I mean, I'm 18, but that's still pretty young." Cassie laughs. "Okay, whatever. Professor is starting to say something. We should pretend to listen." Once the speech is over, and people cheer for the band, we all disperse from the gym. Dan runs up to us through the woods. "Hey, Cass! Drink this?" "What is it?" Cassie asks, drinking it. "Bacardi. No coke." She coughs and laughs. "I could tell. Want any, Jess?" "No!" I scream. "It's illegal." "Here, silly, drink it." She gives me the bottle. "No, I-" While I'm protesting, Cassie shoves some of the Bacardi into my mouth. I cough. I look at Cassie, who's laughing at me, and grab the bottle. I take several nice, long sips. "Damn," Dan says. "Mmm, look at her go." I hand the bottle back. "So everyone's just drinking? That's what's going on?" "Drinking. And fucking." Cassie laughs. "Come on, let's go find people." She turns and I follow her. The three of us stumble through the woods and meet up with a huge group of people outside Cabin 7. "Hey guyssss!" Cassie shouts. "This girl is Jessie. She's adorable. A guardie! And she's a virginnn!" "Cass!" I protest. "A virgin? Really?" Dan asks from next to me. "Shit, how?" "I don't know." I squirm. "Hey, come here a sec." Dan grabs my hand and pulls me off the path. "I could tell you've been looking at me since you've gotten here. I think you're cute too." I blush. "Yeah, I do think you're pretty cute..." "Jessica, has anyone ever kissed you before?" "I mean," I say. "Kind of. Not really, not a real kiss." "Jess, can I be your first real kiss? And then from there we can see if you want me to be your first 'real' other things?" A shiver goes down my back. My breathing quickens and my stomach clenches. "I'm not sure..." "Jess..." he brushes my face, which feels like it's on fire. God, I want to kiss him. "Okay," I whisper. "Really?" he smiles and looks down at me. "Yes. Yes. Kiss me," I breathe, and Dan leans down and puts his hands on either sides of my face, taking his time. He leans down and finally his mouth is on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. He moves his hands from my face to around my waist and my back, pulling me to him. He kisses me hard and fast, moving his hands on my back and pulling me closer, closer to him. His lips taste like Bacardi and soda and sunscreen but it's delicious. He moves my lips open with his lips and slips his tongue in my mouth. I've never done this before but I push my tongue into his mouth too, touching his tongue and exploring his mouth. I've never felt like this before, but suddenly I feel warm everywhere and I start to feel sensations in my crotch like I've never felt before. I just want more, more, more. I lean back and moan as Dan starts kissing the side of my face and my neck, onto the top of my cleavage. I slip the straps of the dress of my shoulders and Dan pulls down my dress until my midriff is exposed. He's kissing my stomach, going down, until he comes back up and kisses the top of my bra and then my mouth again. He shoves his tongue back into my mouth and we make out while he fists his hands into my hair. He reaches behind me, and pops off my bra, throwing it onto the ground. He immediately kisses me harder, biting my lip, biting my tongue, while also feeling and caressing my boobs. He leans down a bit and starts to lick and suck on my right nipple while rolling my left nipple in his hand. He kisses his way to my left nipple and sucks and bites that one too. This is so hot. I have never felt like this before, but I want to keep going. "I've never done anything like this," I say quietly, while Dan shoves the majority of my right tit into his mouth. He takes it out, squeezes both my boobs, and asks, "Do you like it?" "Yes, yes!" I answer. "Want to go farther?" he asks, staring up at me. "Yes!" I almost scream, with excitement. "Okay, cool." He says and pulls the rest of my dress off. He lays it on the ground. "Go lay on your dress." "It's not mine, it's Cassie's." "Whatever." He laughs. "Go on." I lay down on the dress, which is on top of some soft tree needles. "Okay, lay back and enjoy, babe." Dan says, and pulls off my panties. A shiver stirs in my vagina, I have no idea what is going to happen next. I'm excited to be fucking out in the open, and scared to be caught. And I am so, so turned on. Dan, the gorgeous senior trombone player, with me, the freshman color guard girl. He moves my legs farther apart, and I feel his tongue against my clit. He rubs my clit with his left hand, in small circular motions. Around, around, around. He starts touching and biting my labia, and then while he's already circling my clitoris, he is suddenly putting a finger into my vagina. He thrusts his finger in and out while also wiggling it against my G-Spot. He continues to lick my vaginal area, while fingering me and still rubbing my clit. I start to feel tension building up but don't know what this is. "I ...I think I have to pee," I gasp, after Dan inserts another finger inside me. "No, you don't." he laughs. "You're gonna cum." "Really?" I ask, still feeling tension. "I've never done that before." "Hang on, baby." Dan says, and adds another finger to my vagina but starts licking and sucking my clit while ramming into and circling around my vagina. It is so rhythmic...ram, circle, come-hither, touch the opening, ram... While circling, sucking and blowing on my clit. I feel a buildup and suddnely it's like a dam has broken and my back arches. I press my arms against the pine needles and dig my legs against the ground. I feel feelings I've never had, and suddenly I'm so intensely happy. I collapse on the ground. "Nice, your first orgasm," Dan says. "And suck on this." He gives me two of his fingers which are coated in some sort of liquid. "You came, and it was so hot. And you're so wet. Do you want to have sex?" "Yes!" I exclaim. "Okay, Jess. I'm prepared, don't worry." Dan gets out of his jeans, and pulls down his boxers. And enormous penis pops out and he grabs a condom from his jeans, ripping the seal off of it and rolling it down his gigantic dick. He comes over to me and puts his legs outside my legs. "Don't worry, babe. We'll go slow. It helps that you're so wet." He moves his lips to mine and kisses me, really kisses me. I feel him at the outside of my vagina, circling it around it and then I feel him pressing into my opening. He pounds my mouth with his tongue but slowly presses farther and farther into me. Finally, he's gotten all of his cock into my vagina. "Good?" he asks. "Yes!" I gasp. "More." "Oh, don't worry." He laughs, leaning back and taking his dick out of me. "I will." He slowly moves back into me and moves back out. He moves faster and faster while he resumes kissing my mouth. Both fucking my mouth with his tongue and fucking my pussy with his penis. I wrap my arms around him while he rides me. He keeps thrusting and I start to thrust into him too. His dick hitting me while I'm already stimulated feels amazing. Finally, he pushes into me hard and collapses ontop of me. "Oh god, that was amazing." I gasp. "I know," I giggle. "Let's do it again." He laughs, quietly. "Give me some time, I can't do this right now. I need to recover." He pulls out of me and rolls onto the leaves and pine. "I can," a voice says to my right and I roll over as Cassie appears. Her blue dress is pushed up and I can see that she's rubbing her clit quickly. "That was hot." Dan laughs. "Be my guest." "Okay, Jess, trust me, this will be fun," Cassie says and pushes my legs apart again. Her boobs look gigantic from this angle. I feel her fingers inside me, and she starts to lick me and touch me like Dan did but at this point it feels a thousand times better. While she's tongue fucking and finger fucking me, Cassie looks up at me and asks, "So, Jess, how do you like band camp?" "It's...great!" I scream, as I orgasm again. Freshman Year Ch. 01 It was my freshman year of college, and my best friend and I were roommates off campus. She and I had grown up together, were in all the same classes throughout school, and now here we were hundreds of miles away from home. We both dated a good bit and by our third month in school we both had steady boyfriends. One night we were both home, just the two of us we had a good night watching videos and eating junk food and drinking beer. As the night wore on we both decided to turn in. It was a winter night and when we went to bed the apartment was nice and warm. Sometime during the middle of the night the heater quit working. I woke up cold and shivering. As I was grabbing another blanket from my closet Kim walked in, wearing a small T-shirt and silk boxers she had obviously swiped from her boyfriend. She wanted to know what happened to the heater. I told her I didn't know as I was putting the extra blanket on my bed. I crawled into my bed and she climbed in next to me, something we have done many times before. So I didn't pay it any attention. She turned off the light and said goodnight. I felt nervous having her in my bed for some reason that night. I had always found myself somewhat attracted to her. She was 5 ft 7, slender but not skinny, she had a nice body, 34-22-33, Dark black hair and the most amazing green eyes. I myself was no troll if I do say so myself. I was 5ft 5in and 32-22-32 red hair and blue eyes. I got a lil turned on when Kim put her arm around my waist and snuggled up close to my back. I don't know what it was, if it was just the loneliness of the night or seeing her in her boyfriend's clothing. All I know was it was getting me warm, and wet. I then rolled over and asked her how she got the heater working again. She looked over with a smile' it's still broken sweetie, so you're getting warm too huh?' I smiled a lil embarrassed but managed to say 'yes, it must just be the extra blanket and body heat.' Meanwhile my mind was reeling, I had never really thought of another woman let along my best friend in such a sexual way. I turned back over trying hard not to think of Kim and the wonderful feeling of her breasts pressed in my back. I could feel her breath on my neck and it was sending shivers down my spine, I was sure she could hear how loud my heart was beating. I lay there trying to sleep trying not to think of Kim lying against my back, trying not to think of her smell, but all I could think about was I was getting warmer by the min not to mention the fact that I was starting to get very wet. I thought I must have been dreaming when I felt a hand caressing my breast under my nightshirt. I lay still for a moment thinking that if it was a dream I didn't want to wake up. I soon felt Kim kiss my neck and heard her ask 'Jessie, are you awake?' My heart was in my throat; I couldn't speak so I just nodded yes. I turned over and we met in what was the sweetest softest kiss I had ever expeirecend. Her tongue darted into my mouth meeting my tongue. Kim began to apologize for just kissing me like that and I looked at her with a smile 'don't worry bout it I think I want this as much as you' This time I kissed Kim, as I started rubbing her nice round ass with my hand. After what seemed like hours of just holding and kissing each other I felt Kim's hand slide down my between my legs. As if my legs had a mind of their own they slowly spread apart at her touch. I moaned slightly as I felt her hand on my mound. Kim rubbed my wet pussy through my panties. Then she stopped, as she sat up I asked if something was wrong…fearing she had changed her mind. She only smiled and said that we were a little over dressed for the occasion. I watched smiling in silence as she removed the small shirt and the silk boxers she was wearing. I then sat up and with the help of Kim removed my nightshirt and now soaked panties. I couldn't keep my eyes off her wonderful body. I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth, imitating what my boyfriend had done to me on numerous occasions. First circling the nipple with my tongue then I sucked on it hard, which made Kim moan with pleasure. After working on the right breast for a few mins I went to work on the left, not wanting to leave it unattended. While I was working on her perky breast my hand had slid down to her bald wet pussy. I ran my finger up and down her slit for a few moments before I slid a finger in. As I slid my finger in Kim moaned loudly, encouraging me on. I then had Kim lye on her back, and I kissed her again. Slowly kissing my way down that magnificent body of hers, stopping at each nipple to once again suck them. I moved further down stopping next at her belly button, rolling my tongue around it before moving yet further down. I could smell her arousal, which served to make me hotter, and want her more. I took a tentative lick of her sweet pussy lips found her juices to my liking, and went back for more. I licked the outside of her sweet pussy then I spread her lips apart and then started licking the entire length of her pussy. I noticed how her clit was now standing up looking like a miniature dick. As I sucked it into my mouth Kim let out a nice low moan. I could feel her body tremble as I was licking her. I once again slipped a finger into her now dripping snatch, gently fingering her. She moaned 'harder Jess, harder' I slipped a second finger in and started pumping hard. She was now thrusting her hips in time with my fingers pumping her. When I started sucking hard on her hard clit she kept moaning my name. I heard her breathing become more and more shallow as I licked and sucked her sweet pussy. Before long Kim was cumming, when her orgasm hit she let out a scream that I thought would surely wake the neighbors. I licked all her juices, probing deep into her pussy with my tongue to make sure I got it all. I then moved and lay down beside her, she looked at me with a big grin and said ' that was wonderful' then she asked if I had done that before. When I said that I hadn't she wanted to know how I knew what to do. I told her I guess it was just instinct and knowing how I like to be touched and licked, so I just did what I knew I would like done to me. As we lay there, Kim kissed me and then asked if she could return the 'favor' with a smile I replied wouldn't have it any other way'. We kissed again briefly, then she started to suck on my nipples. She looked up seeking my approval, unable to speak I just moaned. Taking that as her cue to move on she began kissing her way down my body. Stopping to trace my navel with her tongue. She then spread my thighs apart and started to gently rub my throbbing pussy with her hand. She slipped in a finger and started fingering me as she licked my now swollen pussy lips. I moaned when I felt her slide another finger into my wet and waiting hole. I whispered for her to go deeper and harder. Still licking me I felt my orgasm begin to build. A few mins later she slid her hands underneath me rubbing my ass, as she was licking my wet pussy. When she flicked the tip of her tongue across my clit that was all I could take and I told her I was cumming. As my cumm spilled from my pussy Kim licked it all. She cleaned me with her tongue and came up and kissed me. After talking for about 10mins we soon fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning to find that the heater was once again working. I was in the kitchen when Kim came in and wrapped her arms around me from behind kissing my neck, she whispered in my ear' good morning lover'. Freshman Year Ch. 01 "Can we see it?" Sean looked around the room, unsure what to do. He had never been in a situation like this before. Just two months ago, he had been a virgin. Now he stood in the middle of a dorm room, surrounded by four freshman girls asking if they could see his dick. He looked at the four of them. He knew three of them had boyfriends. He thought to himself, "Isn't that kind of bad, showing your dick to a girl who has a boyfriend? Isn't that kind of like cheating?" He hesitated. He was conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted nothing more than to unzip his jeans and pull out his dick for these four hot co-eds to see. He could imagine the looks on their faces when they saw it. Though his dick was totally limp at the moment, he knew that he was probably longer and thicker limp than any of their boyfriends were hard. He really wanted to show it to them. And they were asking for it! But on the other hand, part of him believed it was wrong. How had he ended up in a situation like this? *********** Sean had experienced a lot of new things in the past two months of his life. He had always tried to be a good guy. Always tried to follow the values he had been raised with. He had grown up believing certain moral rules. But recently, something had changed in him. In the past two months, he had broken those moral rules again and again. Like when he cheated on his first girlfriend with the girl who would later become his second girlfriend. He always thought he would be the sort of guy who never cheats, but that conviction went out the window the first day of college when Angela walked into his dorm room uninvited, grabbed his crotch, and said, "I wanna suck your dick." To his credit, he held Angela back for about fifteen seconds, thinking to himself, "What about Britney?" Britney was his girlfriend at the time. His first girlfriend. The girl who took his virginity. Britney was fun. She was blonde with tan skin. Kinda short. Laid back. Smoked weed. She had big tits, a thick ass, and she sucked his dick twice a day without him even asking. More if he told her to. She even let him videotape her while she sucked his dick and then put the videos up on the internet. His favorite video was the one where she was sucking his dick and he pulled it out and came all over her face. Drenched her face in his cum. But that wasn't the special part. He covered her with his cum every time. What made that particular video his favorite is what she did next. With his cum literally dripping from her face, she reached over to her dresser drawer, pulled out a blunt, lit it, and took a big hit, blowing the smoke into the camera. "Almost as good as your dick, baby," she said. Sean would always love her for that. In that moment, Sean even thought to himself, "This is my girl." But one month later they were standing on the Boardwalk, Britney crying, while Sean told her that he had had sex with another girl the night before, and that he was leaving Britney for that girl. Britney had let Sean do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, as often as he wanted. That was an amazing thing in the eyes of an eighteen year-old guy who had only recently lost his virginity. But in the end, Britney's willingness to let Sean do whatever he wanted--her passivity--was why Sean left her for Angela. Angela was aggressive, and that excited Sean immensely. She took what she wanted, like she did the first day they met. It was the day they both moved into their freshman dorm rooms. They were in the same co-ed dorm house, on the same floor. Sean was in the process of moving in, walking down the hall carrying a box of his stuff to his room, when he saw her walking towards him. Angela had long auburn hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She had on a pink tank top, bright green booty shorts, and tennis shoes. The extreme shortness of her shorts (cut just below her crotch) emphasized her very long legs (she was six feet tall). She had small tits and a narrow waist. Sean admired her hips and thighs. "Just the right amount of thickness," he thought. She had the body of an athlete. She was on the tennis team, as Sean would soon find out. He only had a few seconds to check her out before they walked past each other and she slapped his ass. He stopped and looked back at her with his mouth hanging open. She looked back at him and smiled. "Nice ass," she giggled. "Holy shit!" he thought. He had never experienced a woman being so forward. He watched her walk away. Her meaty bubble butt swayed back and forth in her tight green shorts. "She's got a very nice ass herself!" Sean thought as he carried the box to his room. Sean was shocked by Angela's behavior in the hallway. But he was even more shocked an hour later when she walked into his room unannounced, grabbed his crotch, and told him she wanted to suck his dick. Once again, Sean was speechless. He stared into her eyes, his mouth hanging open, and she stared right back at him, a sly smile on her face. She sank to her knees and started to pull down his shorts. He grabbed her hands. "Wait," he exclaimed. He was thinking about Britney. He felt guilty. "What?" she asked. "You don't want me to suck your dick? Are you gay? I mean, you're really pretty for a guy. I thought for a second you might be gay." "No," he scoffed. "I'm not gay. I have a girlfriend." "And I have a boyfriend. But he's not as sexy as you." She ran her hand up his shirt, feeling his hard abs. She reached around with her other hand and squeezed his butt cheek. "God damn. You're ass is like a rock. How often do you work out?" He smiled. Her compliments were turning him on. She took his smile as permission to proceed. She pulled down his shorts. "Fuck it," he thought, putting aside his guilt for cheating on Britney. "I can do whatever I want." She was face-to-face with his boxers. He was semi-hard, and she could tell by the bulge that what he had under his boxers was at least bigger than average. She looked up at him. "Well, well, big man, what do we have here?" He groaned with satisfaction. Nothing turned him on more than hearing a woman talk about how big he was, or how manly. "Why don't you find out," he said in a deep, authoritative tone. She bit her lip. "Now he's acting like a man," she thought. She felt her pussy tingle. She could feel wetness leaking out. She let out a little moan and licked her lips. She looked at the bulge in front of her, then up into his eyes, then back at the bulge. She pulled down his boxers. Now it was her turn to be speechless. She had never seen anything like it, and she had seen her fair share of dicks. In fact, it was only semi-hard and it was already significantly larger than any fully hard dick she had ever seen. Her boyfriend paled in comparison. (Soon to be ex-boyfriend!) She guessed it was already nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. And the head! Oh my god, the head! She had never fixated on the head of a man's penis before, but this was a thing of beauty. It was slightly wider than his dick and about two and a half inches long. It was like a plum hanging on the end of his thick tube of flesh. The huge head of his dick was so powerful, so masculine, she thought. She could feel her panties were soaked. She lifted up his dick. It was warm, almost hot, and heavy. Its thickness filled her hand. Then she looked at his balls. More shock. They were as big as medium-sized oranges. They were almost too big, she thought. They were tight to his body, not loose. She stroked his balls. They were shaved clean, just like the rest of his pubic region. She loved that. She brought her face closer to his manliness and breathed in deeply through her nose. The strong smell overwhelmed her. She looked up at him. "What's your name?" "Sean." "Sean," she repeated slowly. "I'm Angela." She looked back at his dick. Now it was fully hard. It's size was truly breathtaking. She held it up in front of her face. She tried to wrap her hand around the rock-hard tube of flesh. Not even close. "How big is this thing?" she wondered. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed his fat dick in her mouth. She pointed it at her mouth and opened her lips as wide as she could. It didn't fit. Freshman Year Ch. 02 "Shower. Two minutes. Don't clean it off." My college roommate Tim had left me alone in the room with those words, my ass still up in the air and my face coated with a thick, sticky layer of his cum. I collapsed on the bed, panting. Had this really happened? I couldn't be dreaming - it all had to be true. I had been lusting after my roommate for virtually the entire year, along with every other gay guy on campus. 6'6", 18 years old, lean, muscular and powerfully built, he was the very textbook definition of a young male stallion - and his 10-inch cock had done things to me, awakened sensations inside my body, that I hadn't dreamt possible. I managed to pull myself off the bed, gravity doing its best to pull me right back down. I lazily, almost in a trance, pulled on my bathrobe and did what Tim had ordered me to do. I headed for the shower. There were a couple of giggling girls in the hallway, and as they caught a glimpse of me, one of them brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes bugging out of her head. "Ohmigod..." Their eyes followed me as I headed towards the bathroom, my face still plastered with Tim's load. At this point, I didn't care - the only thing on my mind was getting to that shower and seeing what else he had in store for me. I opened the door and heard the water running in one of the stalls. I walked towards it, almost as though some other power was controlling my motions. It was, in a way - after my initial encounter with Tim's massive cock, I was hooked. I needed more. I reached the shower stall, and felt my heart pounding as my hand inched closer to the curtain, trembling. God forbid this was someone other than Tim... The curtain was flung open, and there he stood - it was Tim alright, and my jaw dropped. I'd seen him naked plenty of times since he'd started showing off in front of me with his girlfriend, but never like this. I have to admit that I have a little bit of a shower fetish, and seeing that hot water glide down his perfect body, glistening in the light, was almost too much to behold. "Good, your mouth is already open. You learn fast." I untied the bathrobe and let it drop off my shoulders. The moment it hit the floor, Tim grabbed me and roughly pulled me into the shower with him, closing the curtain behind him. The showers on our campus were most certainly designed for one, meaning whoever had built them was either hopelessly naive or just appreciated the intimacy that a confined space could provide. I felt the water wash away the residue left on my face, as Tim agressively manhandled my ass with both hands. I felt my cock twitch as Tim's growling baritone whispered in my ear. "You know this ass belongs to me now, Shawn." Panting, feeling every beat of my heart in my throat and in the throbbing of my dick, I nodded. "I know." He pushed me roughly against the shower wall, and our lips met. This kiss had a more dangerous edge to it than the one we had shared in our room...it, like everything else, was an act of Tim asserting his dominance over me. His hands held mine pinned to the wall, and as desperately as I wanted to reach down and grab his dick, I couldn't. I was turned on more than I had ever been in my life, but part of me was also a little frightened of this new side of my gentle, polite teddy bear of a roommate. He broke the kiss, and pulled slightly back, his beautiful ice blue eyes staring into mine. Our bodies were still pressed together, and the water cascading between us made it so that any time either of us moved slightly, our skin would slide in a way that sent shivers up my spine. Tim let my hands go, and I rubbed my wrists gingerly - my fingers had started to fall asleep. He placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me quickly around so that I was facing the wall. I was just able to throw up my arms in time to catch myself, and found myself with my hands pressed up against the blue ceramic tile, and my ass unmistakably pressing backward into that beautiful, meaty cock. Tim began ever so slightly thrusting his hips, his cock moving up and down the crack of my ass, the water lubricating everything. Tim's lips found their way right next to my ear, and he whispered, "From now on, your sole purpose is providing me pleasure. You will suck my cock. You will worship it. If you are lucky enough, I'll fuck you with it." I felt him pressing at my asshole, and closed my eyes again, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. With one fluid motion, Tim slammed his hips forward and buried himself inside me. I let out a long, deep moan, grinding my ass back onto Tim's hips. I could feel him twitching inside me, throbbing...I had always loved the feeling of having a man inside of me, but with Tim it was more. Tim was the first one who had made me truly feel filled. "You'd better hold onto something." I silently grabbed hold of the little cut-out in the wall provided so we had a place to put our soap and shampoo, and Tim immediately began to fuck me like a man possessed. His swinging, heavy balls slapped against my ass over and over again as he breeded me like an animal in heat. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. He gripped my hips with both hands tightly as he pistoned in and out of me. "God damn, I've never heard anyone moan like that...you love this cock, don't you..." SLAP. "Good." SLAP. "Because..." SLAP. "you..." SLAP. "are gonna get..." SLAP. "a LOT of it." Tim was done playing now, and he picked up an intense, fast pace. I'd never been fucked this hard, and I was loving every second of it. "Beg for my cum, slut." By some divine miracle I summoned the power to speak. "Fuck yes...breed my ass, Tim...shoot your fuckin cum inside my little slut boy hole..." He growled and slammed all the way into me, crushing me against the wall, my body completely impaled on his manhood. He let out an animalistic cry as I felt his warm seed spilling deep into me. We both stood there for a moment panting, frozen in place. The sound of the water running came back and startled me - I had been oblivious to it. He slowly, gently, withdrew himself from me until, with a final pop, the head of his dick came out of my ass. I turned around to face him, and the expression on his face made my heart soar. He was content, happy...and so was I. I opened my arms and we embraced wordlessly, my head resting on his muscled shoulders. Somehow I felt completely safe in his arms. "You know, Tim...there is another side to all of this." He looked down and winked at me. "I was wondering when we'd get to that part..." He reached back and shut the water off, grabbing his towel off the rack. "Let's go back to the room...I have the feeling there's a lot you can teach me." As if this day couldn't get any better... Freshman Year Ch. 02-03 "good morning lover," I turned to face her, wrapping my arms around her holding her close for a few mins, "are we ok?" I asked nervously. Grinning "I think were just fine, don’t you?" My only response was a passionate kiss, after which breakfast was soon forgotten. We made it as far as the couch before we just had to have each other again. We fell to the couch kissing and caressing each other. We broke from the kissing just long enough to strip. Kim then pushed me onto my back on the couch and started kissing and licking her way down my body. Each touch of her mouth or her tongue sending shivers down my body, I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I knew no guy had ever made me feel this good. Kim continued her journey down my body stopping only when she came to my wet pussy. I gasped with delightful pleasure as I felt her tongue run the length of my slit. She parted my swollen lips and started to just barely flick her tongue over my hardening clit. I was in heaven as she worked on my now soaked pussy. She licked me for what seemed like hours, and then I felt her slide a finger into me. As she pumped me with her finger I started thrusting my hips in time with her pumping and soon she had slid another finger deep inside. I was moaning "mmm harder harder." I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came, I could feel it building deep inside me. She kept pumping me with her fingers and sucking on my clit, and soon I could hold back no longer. My body began to shake, as I felt a warm wave flow over me. I cried out and told Kim I was cumming. She removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, I was moaning and my hips were bucking up off the couch as my orgasm rocked my body. Kim licked every drop of my cum, then came up and kissed me lying atop me. "I believe that may have been better than last night" She laughed," and its only going to get better, I mean that is if you want it to" I looked at her, "I never want us to stop." While we were laying there the door opened, it was my boyfriend Dave, *I had given him a key*. He looked at us lying there "Jess, hun is there something maybe you would like to tell me?" he said laughing. I looked at Kim "I don’t know Kim do you think we should tell him?" We all laughed, Kim and I slipped our clothes on and sat and we told Dave of the night before. To my surprise he was ok with it, he had only one request. Next time he wanted to watch or maybe join in, we told him we would have to think about that. Several months later Dave and I were returning from a nice night out. As we entered the apartment we heard shouts of anger and Josh (Kim’s boyfriend) came storming out of Kim’s room. As he walked past us to the door he looked at me and said ”your sick you know that?” I was shocked, I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but I didn’t like his tone. As he stormed out, I went to Kim’s room to find out what was going on. I walked in and Kim was lying on the bed crying. I sat down and asked what was going on. What she told me was a real shock. She said that her and Josh had been making love and that when she came she called out my name. After it was over they were lying there talking and he asked her who Jessi was. Was it another guy that she was sleeping with or some guy that she was fantasizing about? She said she couldn’t lie to him, so she told him about us. That was when he got very angry told her she was going to hell and stormed out. Dave came in to see what was going on. I explained that Kim had just told Josh about us and he didn’t take it well at all. So I asked Dave if he would mind not staying over so Kim and I could talk. He grinned and said sure, I walked him to the door and gave him a goodnight kiss. He held me tight and grinned and said expect a full report tomorrow.” I slapped his arm playfully and told him tonight wasn’t about that. He just laughed and said sure “Jess, if you say so babe.” I kissed him again and sent him home, and went back to check on Kim. She was still upset, so I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her to me. We cuddled for awhile, then decided that we needed to drown her sorrows with ice cream. So I went into the kitchen checked the freezer…”of course not” I mumbled. Kim got dressed and we hit the nearest all night grocery store. We bought 4 different kinds of ice cream and all sorts of toppings went home and pigged out on ice cream. I asked if she was feeling a little bit better she said not really but it helped that I was there to talk to. I decided that I needed a shower before turning in. I was in the shower and the bathroom door opened and Kim came in. Without saying a word she stripped and joined me in the shower. We kissed and hugged for a bit, my hands moving down Kim’s back to find and squeeze her tight round ass. Then I started kissing her neck, nibbling her ear. Eventually kissing my way to her perky firm breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard knowing she was enjoying it. My other hand was busy caressing her other tit, rolling the nipple between my fingers and pinching it lightly. Her hands were running through my hair, as I started kissing and licking my way further down her body. Hearing her moan was driving me on, as I reached my destination. I kneeled down in front her and started licking her sweet pussy. I heard her moan as I tongued her clit. As I was licking her pussy I reached around and grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. Licking deeper and harder as I felt her start to shake. Knowing her orgasm wasn’t far away I slipped a finger in her wet love hole and started sucking on her hard clit. I was sucking her clit and fingering her hot wet pussy when I felt her shaking uncontrollably. Then I heard her scream my name and her cum gushed out. I probed deep into her gushing pussy to make sure none of her sweet cum was lost. After making sure I had licked up all her juices I stood up and kissed my lover. We kissed and embraced each other, until Kim kneeled down in front of me, and started licking my dripping pussy. She spread my lips and started sucking on my clit. Her hands were on my butt holding me in place. Then she slid a finger into my wet pussy swirled it around a few times then pulled it out. She then slid that finger into my tight ass hole; I gasped in shock and delight as she started pumping into my tight ass. All the while she was still working her magic on my clit. (God I was in heaven) I could feel my orgasm building quickly. I told her I was going to cum and she responded by sticking a finger in my pussy and started pumping both my ass and pussy with the same speed. I had to lean against the shower wall for support when I came. After we washed and rinsed each other we went into her room and fell fast asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke the next morning still wrapped in Kim’s arms. ***MORE TO COME***** Freshman Year Ch. 02 It didn't fit. Sean was standing in the middle of the dorm room he had just moved into. His shorts and boxers were down around his ankles. Angela, his new housemate whom he had met only an hour ago, was on her knees, holding his massive penis with both hands. She was trying to force the rock hard beast into her mouth. She tried opening her mouth as wide as possible, stretching her jaw until it hurt, but it was no use. Sean's cock was simply too thick. He wasn't surprised. His first girlfriend, Britney—who was, technically, still his current girlfriend—could barely get his dick into her mouth, and she had a really big mouth. Everything on Britney was big: big tits, big ass, big lips, big smile, big teeth. Big opening between her teeth in which Sean's meat would slide. Sean looked away from Angela and looked out the window. He started reminiscing about Britney. She was a great girl in so many ways, including the fact that she was physically capable of sucking his dick, unlike Angela. He looked back down at Angela. Now that he took the time to notice, he realized that she had really small tits. Nothing compared to Britney with her massive jugs that were literally the size of honey dew melons. And Britney's tits hadn't started sagging yet (she was only 18). She had big, light pink nipples—the kind of nipple coloration you find on women with natural bleach blonde hair. (Britney was of Irish and Icelandic descent.) He remembered how she would ride his dick and those huge tits would bounce up and down. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever beheld. Almost as beautiful as when she would blow him. He would watch in total happiness as his forearm-thick cock slid in between her full, pouty lips. Sean studied Angela. Her lips were a bit on the thin side. Nothing compared to Britney's lusciousness. Sean was starting to have second thoughts. Maybe this Angela girl wasn't all that. Maybe he should go back to Britney. He examined Angela, trying to decide if he wanted her. She had long, shiny light-brown hair. High cheekbones—like a fashion model. He couldn't see that bubble butt of hers from his current position, but on her knees, in those short shorts, her thighs were fully exposed. Thick, womanly thighs, just the way he liked it. Not too thick—she was a tennis player, after all. She was fit. Everything on her was taught. No sag. Britney wouldn't be arriving to visit him until tomorrow, Sean thought. He could fuck Angela today and go back to Britney tomorrow. Why not? He smiled. Life was good when he was selfish. He looked Angela in the eyes. She looked a little sad. “I can't get it in,” she said as if she had done something wrong and she was sorry. Sean laughed. “That's alright, Baby. I could see you tried very hard. Daddy's gonna take care of you.” Daddy? Sean thought. Where did that come from? He had never talked like that before. Oh well. It felt right in the moment. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto her feet. “Take your clothes off, Baby,” he ordered in a tone that was both gentle and authoritative, as if she was his daughter. “Yes, Daddy,” she responded. She was getting into it. Sean prepared for what was coming: Angela's naked body. He wanted to get comfortable for the viewing. He stepped out of his shorts and boxers. Now he was wearing only shoes, socks, and a t-shirt. He took a few steps back and sat on his bed. He leaned back on his elbows. Angela stared in awe. Sean was in excellent shape. His lean muscles bulged from a summer of swimming, hiking, and humping Britney. And with his long, incredibly thick dick jutting out from his body, he was a vision of young, masculine perfection. He noticed how Angela was staring at him, biting her lip. To give her a show, he put his hand on his dick and started stroking it slowly. (Even his big hand couldn't wrap all the way around his thick cock.) He cupped his massive balls with his other hand and lightly fondled them. Angela was mesmerized. “Show Daddy what you got,” he ordered. “Yes, Big Daddy.” Angela was playing into the subservient thing one hundred percent. “Big Daddy?” Sean thought to himself. “I like the sound of that! Isn't that what Black women call their men? I have to fuck a Black girl sometime. I'm about to fuck my second woman, and she's white just like the first one. I'm white, which means it's more likely than not that I would fuck white women. But I would like to be more multicultural....” Sean's mind was going off on a tangent, as it often did. Angela pulled her pink tank top over her head, revealing a pink lace bra. Sean's attention was back in the present. The bra looked nice, he thought. Victoria's Secret? Her stomach was toned. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Two small but very perky titties stood at attention. Two brownish-pink nipples were fully hard. “Not bad,” Sean thought. “Not bad at all. Maybe I like small titties 'cause these look nice.” Angela kicked off her shoes, then took off her socks. Sean always thought it was funny when people were about to have sex and they took their socks off. It was necessary, of course, but always seemed an un-erotic interruption to the sexy flow of stripping. Anyways, now Angela was coming to Sean's favorite part. The whole hip/ass/pussy region of the female anatomy was what Sean loved. And on Angela, this was definitely her strong suit because her tits were small but she had a fat bubble butt and nice, curvy hips. She peeled down her green booty shorts to reveal a tiny pink thong. The thong was a thin pink string that went around her hips, meeting in the middle at a little patch of pink lace fabric that barely covered her pussy. The bright pink of the thong contrasted nicely with her deeply tanned skin. There were no tan lines on her entire body. Sean wondered how that was possible. His dick twitched, actually getting harder. It was so hard now that it hurt. “Show Daddy that pussy.” Angela obeyed, curtsying slightly as she pulled down the tiny pink thong and let it drop to the floor. She stood up straight, revealing her stark nakedness. Sean could see a shine on her pussy lips and on her inner thighs. She was wet. “Turn around, Baby.” Angela did as she was told. She turned around to reveal her meaty bubble butt. She knew what he wanted. She moved her hips just right, making her ass bounce. Then she spread her legs and bent over, revealing her pussy. With her hands on her knees, she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Is this want you want, Daddy?” Sean didn't hesitate. He pulled his t-shirt over his head (but left his shoes on). He walked over to her, grabbed her meaty hip with his left hand, and with his right hand directed his huge dickhead into her pussy. He pushed just the head in. She screamed. Her knees started to buckle but he grabbed her hips with both hands and held her up. She was tight, and he was huge. “Oh my god that hurts!” she cried. “What about a condom? Do you have a condom that fits that thing?” She looked back at him and he could see a tear on her cheek. She was wincing from the pain. “Yeah, I got custom-fitted condoms off the internet. But I'm clean. Only been with one girl. Are you clean?” She mumbled to herself, “Only one girl? Really?” Then she said loud and clear, “Yes, I'm clean. Just don't come in me, OK?” “OK.” He grabbed her hips firmly and bent his knees. “You ready for this? You want Daddy in your tight little pussy?” “Yes, Big Daddy! Please!” He gripped her hips tight and pushed the whole thing in. She screamed and her legs and arms buckled. He realized that standing and fucking in the middle of the room was not going to work. He picked her up by her hips and carried her forward, his dick still buried in her doggystyle. He bent her over on what would soon be his roommate's desk. (His roommate hadn't moved in yet). He pulled back until just the head was in. His dick and balls were covered in her sticky white juice. Seeing all that pussy juice dripping out of her, and knowing that he was the cause of it, he lost control. He started fucking Angela as hard as he could. Harder than he had ever fucked Britney. He watched as his chiseled abs slammed into Angela's big bubble butt. The fat of her ass rippled every time he slammed into her. He could feel his dickhead hitting something. “Ow!” she screamed. “That's my cervix!” But he didn't care. She was crying and moaning at the same time. After only one minute of Sean's thrusting, she came. She screamed at the top of her lungs and her whole body shook. Sean stopped and watched her shake. He loved it. He looked up and noticed the windows were open. How many people could hear her screams? He hadn't met any of his fellow freshman classmates yet, except for Angela. But they were all getting an introduction right now, via Angela's cries. He went back to fucking her. He fucked her like a wild animal for thirty minutes. It was hard to tell how many times she came because her screaming and shaking were nearly non-stop. He didn't know what had gotten into him. He had never lost control like this before. He asked her, “You like that, you little slut?” She tried to stand up, but he pushed her face back into the desk. He grabbed her hair and pulled, making her back arch. He slapped her ass, hard. “You like that big dick, don't you, bitch?” “Yes, Big Daddy! Fuck this pussy!” He watched his dick go in and out, her pussy lips stretching wider than her mouth possibly could. He noticed in all the white goo on his shaft, a streak of red. Was she bleeding? He wondered. Then there was more red. Yes, she was definitely bleeding. “Fuck, you're bleeding!” He stopped fucking her. He pulled out and rested his slimy dick on the crack of her ass. He didn't know what to do. “You're so big, and you're fucking me so hard.” “Want me to stop?” “No, but I don't think I can take much more. It really hurts. Can you try to come soon?” “OK, yeah.” He went back to thrusting vigorously and tried to focus his mind on coming. It was weird, since he usually focused on not coming. But watching her fat ass bounce and listening to her screams, it wasn't difficult. Before long he could feel his orgasm approaching. He wanted to cum on her face, to shock her with the enormous amount of cum he usually shot. “Turn around.” He pulled her up and turned her facing him. “On your knees. Open your mouth.” She did as she was told and awaited his coming man-juice. Sean glanced at the desk. There was a small puddle of white and red liquid. He looked at his dick and balls: white and red. Damn, he thought. She was really bleeding. He grabbed her hair with one hand. With the other he grabbed his dick and slapped her in the face, making a big thud. Now her face had blood and pussy juice on it. He pumped his dick hard with his hand. He groaned loudly. He was coming. “Ahhh!” The first giant rope of cum landed on the bridge of her nose. She cried out in shock. She had never seen a shot that big. She didn't know fifteen more were coming just like it. He shot his semen in both her eyes. He shot it in her mouth. On her lips. Her chin. Her neck. Her perky little tits. When the last dribble rested on the head of his dick, he put it up to her lips. “Lick it off,” he commanded her. She did as she was told and polished his dickhead with her tongue. “Now lick my balls clean.” He knew she couldn't see with the cum in her eyes, so he tilted her head back and rested his balls on her lips. She licked his big balls clean for a full two minutes. His massive cock, which was still hard, was resting on her face as she continued to lick his balls. Then the door opened. Sean and Angela turned their heads in surprise. Angela had trouble seeing, with the cum in her eyes and Sean's cock and balls resting on her face. But she could make out the figure of a guy in the doorway. The guy looked at Sean, then looked at Angela, naked, on her knees, Sean's massive genitalia resting on her face and Sean's cum dripping off her. “Oh. Shit. Sorry, bro.” The guy backed out of the room and shut the door. Sean and Angela looked at each other. “Must be your roommate,” Angela said. They both fell to the floor laughing. They rolled around on the carpet, barely able to breath they were laughing so hard. “I can't see!” Angela managed to spit out. Sean found his boxers and starting wiping his cum off her face. Once her face was clean and their laughter died down, they laid on their backs, side-by-side. They both let out a big sigh. Then Angela felt a sharp pain. “Ow! Fuck!” Angela reached down between her legs, then looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. “Are you on your period?” Sean asked. “No. I'm not.” They looked at each other. Now they were worried. They looked at Angela's pussy. Angela rolled over, and they looked at the carpet where she had been laying. There was a big pool of blood. Freshman Year Ch. 04-05 After the night Josh stormed out he and Kim broke up. Kim was upset but she was moving on. She dated several different guys but none of them lasted past the second or third date. Meanwhile Dave and I were getting along great and would often invite Kim along when we went out. Dave’s birthday was coming up and I wanted to do something special for him. When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he said he wanted a 3 some with Kim and me. I thought he was just joking and asked him to be serious and tell me what he really wanted. He told me he was quite serious, he went on to explain that being with 2 women at once was his favorite fantasy. So I told him I would talk to Kim about it and if she said ok then we would. I thought for 2 weeks how to approach my best friend about a 3 some with my boyfriend and me. I couldn’t think of a tactful way to ask her, so I decided to just ask her. So one afternoon we were having lunch and I brought up Daves birthday. She asked me what I was going to get him. I told her that I was going to try to get him the one thing he wanted. I saw my break when she asked what it was that he wanted. She was a bit shocked when I told her that he wanted a 3 some with us, I was shocked when she said that she had thought about it from time to time. She said that she had often fantasized about being with Dave. Now I was shocked, I mean I knew Dave was a good-looking guy, but I never thought Kim found him interesting (she always liked the jocks). While Dave was no jock, he was no wimp. He stood at an even 6ft he was muscular with a nice 6 pack. Light brown hair that he kept cut short, and sparkling blue eyes. And he had a boyish grin, not to mention a very nice 8 in cock.. I asked Kim if she would want to really be with me and Dave, she said she would have to think it over but she thought she wanted to but she wanted to think it over. I told her that I understood, and that I didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t sure she wanted to do. Therefore, at that I just put it out of my mind. Until one day unexpectedly she came in and flopping down on the couch next to Dave and me said “Ok I'll do it.” We both looked at her like she was crazy, (it didn’t dawn on us what she was talking about) I asked her what she was talking about, she smiled and slapped my knee and said “Silly girl the thing we talked about, u know” “the 3 some?” I asked shocked, “no the nude bungee jump, of course the 3 some” she replied laughing at my response. So the three of us sat and talked over the fine details, of when we were all free and what not. We finally decided that we would get together the next Friday night. We would have dinner and drinks and if things worked out Dave would have his birthday present. So the night finally came and we all went out had drinks and dinner and went dancing for a bit, after awhile we were all ready to head back home. On the way back, Kim and I were in the back seat getting ‘comfy’ while Dave drove. We got to our apartment and went straight to the bedroom, all three of us. Once in the bedroom, Kim and I started stripping each other for Dave’s benefit. He was sitting on my bed watching, from the smile on his face I could tell he was starting to be turned on. Kim and I decided we were going to give Dave a show; we started kissing and rubbing each other. I looked over at Dave and he had his hard cock out stroking it. Kim and I walked over and stripped him and I pushed him back on the bed and I started kissing him as Kim started sucking on his hard cock. Dave pulled me around to sit on his face; I was facing Kim and told her to have a seat. She moved up and straddled his granite like cock, slowly teasing him and her rubbing it up and down, before she finally let him enter. I heard her moan as she slid down on my boyfriends hard dick. While Kim was controlling the fucking, Dave was licking my wet puss like a man eating his last meal. I leaned forward and sucked one of Kim's nipples in my mouth, twirling my tongue in circles around the hard lil knob. I knew with the way she was ridding Dave it wouldn’t be long before they both came. I myself was getting close. Dave was working overtime sucking on my hard clit; he would tease me by flicking his tongue over it then gently biting down on it, before sucking on it hard. He also had a finger or two in me by now, and I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could hear Dave moaning, then I felt him tense and start bucking wildly into Kim. Kim and I came together, and we were so loud that our neighbor was banging on the wall yelling at us to quiet down. After we came down from our orgasmic highs, we lay there on either side of Dave and fell asleep. I woke several hours later and went to the shower, as I was stepping out Dave came into the bathroom. I kissed him and asked him if he enjoyed his birthday, "oh yes very much so, except you two wore me out" he replied. I laughed and asked him what he was going to get me for my birthday. Dave grinned and pulled me close and said "absolutely anything you want". Freshman year college...pt.5 "Oh...MY...god, Jess...Jessi...Jessica!!" I looked up from the book I was reading..."What?!" I was looking at my best friend and now lover Kim as I asked her again why she was shouting at me so. "Jess, girl... look at that guy over there." "Which guy Kim there is only like maybe a hundred or so out here today." (We were back home in South Carolina...lying on the beach) She quickly pointed out the guy she was gazing at. "The blonde guy in the green trunks, standing next to the life guard station. You see him?" Looking in the direction she pointed, I did indeed see him. He had an absolutely gorgeous body from what I could tell. He looked to be well over six-foot tall, tan and muscular. "Yea I see him." I said with a grin. "I would tell you to go talk to him but it looks like he has his girlfriend with him." "Oh like I care about some scanky beach blanket bimbo. I think you and I need to take a walk. Don't you agree babe?" I just laughed and said, "Sure c'mon, at least you can see what your competion looks like." She swatted me on my ass and got up and started adjusting her string bikini. I layed back a few minutes propped up on my elbows just admiring the beauty of her. "Jess...get off your pretty little ass and lets go." I got up adjusted my suit and we started walking towards Mr.blonde and his bimbo as Kim referred to her. As we neared we could see much more of this guy. He was truly amazing to look at. He could’ve easily been a model. Kim smiled at him as we walked past, I looked back and saw him watching us walk by. When I told Kim this she smiled and said that he would be hers before we went back to school. I told her to have at it, and we turned around to walk back past him. When we passed him this time I heard him shout..."Hey, red! C'mere for a sec." I gave him one of my annoyed looks and kept on walking. Kim was furious, with me and with him. We got back to our towels and she shot me a 'if looks could kill' stare. "Kim I don't know why you’re mad at me, I didn't do anything." "Yea I know but damn him, why did he have to call for you?" "I dunno babe, maybe he wanted to ask me about you" Before Kim could answer there he was standing in front of us. "Yo..what's up?" Kim was the first to respond..."Yo..Whats up?...What do we look like to you? Some sort of hookers or something?" He was blushing a deep red color now "My apologies mam, I forgot my manners momentarily" (this was said in the fakest southern accent I had ever heard) "How are you lovely ladies doing on such a fine afternoon?" I couldn’t help but laugh at him, here was a guy obviously from California or close by...trying to do a Southern accent. By now Kim’s anger had been replaced with laughter. He looked between the two of us, shook his head with a smile and said "Ok the reason I’m here, and I'm sure your just dying to know...is cause my cousin over there dared me to call out to you two as you walked by." " You see we were talking when we noticed you two lovely ladies walk by. She liked what she saw when she saw you" He said nodding towards me. "Now please forgive my boldness but since she’s shy and wouldn’t dare ask you this herself, I am here to ask for her. She wants to know if you would like to maybe have a drink with her later on." Kim and I sat there in silence, looking at one another then at him. Finally I spoke. "So what your telling me is your cousin over there is a lesbian and she thinks that I'm a lesbian too? Am I right so far?" He nodded his head 'yes' so I went on, "What exactly makes her think that I'm into girls?" I had to fight hard not to laugh out loud; I was trying to be serious. The poor guy just stood there frozen in his spot. He tried to say something but it came out as gibberish and he just shrugged his shoulders and just walked away. As he left Kim and I both burst out laughing. "Jess, now you didn’t have to go off on the poor guy like that, he was just her messenger boy." I laughed "yea I know” then I got serious for a moment. "You know if she wanted to ask me out why didn’t she just ask me herself?" "Hun he told you she was shy, she was probably afraid that she would get the same response that he just got from you." "Oh whatever! So are you ready to go? I need a shower and you in the bed nude." Kim didn’t say a word as she smiled at me and started packing up our stuff. We walked the few miles back to the beach house my Dad let us use for our summer vacation. My parents had split years ago and I always seemed to benefit from their guilt. Both of my parents were doctors and neither was ever around. So to make up for them not spending time with me they pretty much gave me whatever I wanted. When I had called my dad to let him know Kim and I would be spending the summer home, he offered us the use of his beach house. He had only one rule and that was that my stepsister had to be free to use the house also if she chose. We got back to the house and went straight for the shower. Kim sucked and licked me to two really strong orgasms and one small one at the end. Stepping out and wrapping towels around us we walked into the living room to find my stepsister Kelly sitting there. My good mood sank so fast I felt it bottom out in my belly. "Hey Kelly, when did you get to town?" "About thirty minutes ago. Jess are you all right? You look kinda flushed." "Oh probably just the heat from the shower." She grinned "Hmm must have been a mighty good shower" she said looking at Kim and then me. "Oh what makes you say that?" Kim asked knowingly "Cause I could hear the moans all the way out here." Oh man I could've just died right there, here was my step sister staring at me with her big blue eyes shinning. She slowly nodded her yes at my shocked expression. Then she laughed..."Don't worry Jess...I won’t tell your daddy that his only daughter likes pussy." "Well thanks...I guess, I mean I don’t think dad could handle it." With all that said Kim and I went back to our room to get dressed. When we came out Kelly asked if we wanted to go out later, so we agreed. But for the time being we ordered pizza and Chinese food, and the three of us sat around and stuffed ourselves and talked. We soon found out that Kelly had been with a few girls but she said that it was nothing serious. She said all she wanted was good sex with no commitments. She asked us how long we had been together and we told her all about the night when our heater broke. I laughed and jokingly told Kelly that Kim had rapped me. Kim just smiled and said I didn’t hear you say 'no' once that night. After we ate and cleaned up a little bit we decided to all three take a short walk on the beach. We walked and talked a bit and then decided to head back to the house and get ready to go clubbing. Kim and I went to the room we shared and started going through our clothes. Finally we made our decisions...Kim wearing a knee length floral skirt with thigh high slits on either side and a pink tank top. I decided on a pair of well-worn pair of jean shorts and a tie died T-shirt, which had the bottom cropped off. We walked into the living room where Kelly was waiting for us, wearing a short black skirt and a silver blouse and black heels. “So are we ready ladies?” “Yea lets go.” We got to the club and Kelly went straight to the bar while Kim and I found a table. We were sitting and watching everyone dance when I felt Kim grab my arm. “Jess he’s here, oh and he’s coming this way.” “Calm down girl, relax just be yourself and it will all be good” “Hey look he’s brought his cousin for you.” She said laughing. “Oh great” I moaned, “excuse me while I go get a drink or just hide out in the ladies room.” I left the table and went to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila and a Budweiser. I sat there nursing the beer when I heard the sexiest voice I had ever heard. I turned to my right where the voice came from to see who it belonged to and there she was. A real life goddess sitting next to me. She was absolutely gorgeous, sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. I realized I was staring when she smiled and asked if there was something wrong. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…no, no nothings wrong.” “Ok good, you had me worried the way you were staring at me.” “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to stare…let me buy you a drink to make up for my rudeness.” She agreed and ordered a beer and we sat in silence for a few moments before she spoke. “Thank you for the drink; and by the way my name is Deb.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “I’m Jessica, but my friends usually call me Jessi or Jess.” We sat and talked while we drank and we ordered another round and talked some more. After awhile Kim came up and said she needed to talk to me, so I excused myself. Kim and I walked towards the ladies room. “Jess, babe how much do you love me?” “Why? What do you want? What did you do?” “I uh, well I told Jim that you wouldn’t mind if his cousin hung out with you so he and I can well…. You know so we can...” “No way, Kim darlin you know I love you, but I don’t want anything to do with his cousin.” We argued for a few minutes, then I thought of Kelly. “Hey why don’t you introduce her to Kelly, I bet the two of them will get along great. You know slut to slut.” So she agreed and I went back to the bar to find Deb still sitting there. I sat back down and she and I started talking again. “Looks like your girl is leaving with some guy.” She nodded towards Kim and Jim leaving. “Are you going to have a ride home?” “Oh it’s alright, I don’t live far from here. Walking distance really. And my step sister is around here somewhere.” After talking for a few more minutes Deb grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. Once on the floor we danced with each other. When a slow song started I was going to sit down but Deb held onto my hand and just pulled me into her arms. She smelled so good and her body felt great against mine. In the middle of the dance she whispered in my ear… “Your place or mine sexy?” “I think my place is closer.” I replied as I led her by the hand towards the door. We walked out and started walking towards my place. We talked along the way, I found out that she was single and was visiting the beach with some friends. I was in heaven just listening to her talk, watching her body as she walked. I knew I just had to have this goddess if only for one night. We got to my house and went in, I led her to the room Kim and I shared. I flipped the light on and then we kissed for the first time. Wow what a kiss, so soft and gentle yet firm. I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her nice round ass. It was soft but still kind of firm. Our kiss continued as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Our tongues were gently wrestling, as I brought my hand up to the back of her neck to pull her closer. She broke the kiss and started kissing my neck and gently sucking on my ear lobe. She kissed farther down my body kissing my nipples through my T-shirt, before pulling it out of my shorts and pulling it up over my head. She sucked my nipples through the thin lace fabric of my bra; my nipples were now poking through my bra cups. I was on a sexual high, and my panties were completely soaked. Deb reached around me and unhooked my bra, and pulled the straps off my arms. She started to suck on my right nipple like a woman possessed. She then started kissing her way down my body; she stopped only when she got to the waist of my jeans. She undid my jeans and pulled them down, revealing my purple thong panties. I stepped out of my shorts and pulled Deb towards the bed. She took control once again and pushed me onto the bed and started stripping for me. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as she started dancing to music only she could hear. She slowly removed her top revealing a black lace bra with a front clasp. She danced a little more then agonizingly slow she removed her red skirt, to reveal a pair of black bikini panties that matched her black bra. She walked over to me and gave me a kiss before stepping back to finish her strip tease. She unclasped her bra and held one cup in each hand and gave me a quick peak at each one before turning her back to me and letting the bra fall to the floor. Keeping her back to me she slowly removed her panties. When she turned around I got my first look at her beautiful body nude. She had 32c breasts, a small 24in waist and nice 34in hips. She had my mouth watering staring at her. Deb walked over and pulled me to my feet. She then kneeled in front of me and pulled my panties down while kissing my legs. Once she had my panties off she started kissing up the inside of my legs. My whole body was trembling with desire for this goddess. When she kissed my bare sex lips a low moan escaped my lips. Her tongue started circling my clit, then she started kissing and licking me. As if she knew my legs were about to give out from the pleasure, she pushed me back onto the bed and started devouring my pussy. She was licking the entire length of my wet pussy and I could feel my first orgasm rapidly building. I held off cumming as long as I could while she still worked her magic on my pussy. I felt her tongue enter my tight waiting hole. “Oh Deb, that’s it fuck my pussy with your tongue.” I felt her remove her tongue and replace it with 2 fingers. My hips arched off the bed and I felt myself falling off the edge of the passion cliff as I came. As I came Deb removed her fingers and started licking me deep and hard recovering all of my love juices. She came up and kissed me and I could taste myself on her lips and in her mouth as my tongue explored her mouth. We lay side by side for a few minutes while I caught my breath. After catching my breath it was my turn to return the favor. I slid down Deb’s wonderful body and started licking and sucking her pussy lips. I kissed and licked her as I felt her squirming. I started sucking on her clit as I put a finger in her and started pushing in and out. Slowly then I started going faster and deeper. The more she moaned and called my name the harder and faster I would pump. I released her clit and replaced my finger with my tongue; I started tonguing her as hard and as deep as I could. I wet a finger in her snatch and slipped it into her ass, and she moaned her delight. I slid three fingers from my right hand into her wet pussy and put my thumb on her clit and I was pumping her ass with one finger, pumping her pussy with three fingers and rubbing her clit with my thumb. She was squirming and moaning, and calling my name. I removed all my fingers and started flicking the tip of my tongue across her hard erect clit. “Oh god…Jessi that feels soo good, oh damn don’t stop. Mmm ohh girl that’s it I’m gonna cumm, let me cumm for you.” Freshman Year Ch. 04-05 I sucked her clit hard then bit down gently and pulled back scrapping my teeth along her hardened clit. I felt her body shake as her orgasm took control. I had my face buried deep inside her convulsing pussy when her legs clamped down on either side of my head. I thought she was going to smother me, but I didn’t care really cause I was busy drinking all her juices. I just thought to myself what a way to die…between the legs of a gorgeous woman licking her dripping pussy. I licked her until she stopped cumming, then I probed her pussy once more to make sure I didn’t miss any of that heavenly juice. I moved up and laid beside her, we kissed and lay there talking for a while before we feel asleep. The next day we were having breakfast when my stepsister and Jim’s cousin came out of her room. The four of us sat and talked while we had breakfast. I didn’t see Kim until later that afternoon when she finally made it back. I spent the rest of the summer hanging out and making love with Deb and Kim. ********MORE TO COME******** Freshman Year Ch. 1 The bright mid-morning sun often illuminates my walk across campus from my morning classes as it fights through the ever-present autumn gray of the east-coast sky. The late September air sends a shuddering chill up my spine as the light breeze occasionally finds it way up my bare legs and under my plaid skirt with my striding gate. Each step along the stone walkways that snake along between the old brick buildings and across the finely manicured lawns bringing me closer to the warm solitude of the dorm-room that I and my dorm-mate Jane now call 'home'. My pace quickens as I near the end of my short trek, becoming increasingly excited, as I've become quite accustomed to my considerate room mate's practice of setting out the makings for a nice cup of hot chocolate for me as she leaves for her Bio-Chem. tutorial. University life was not how I'd pictured it as I was growing up and preparing to leave my rural home for the first time. Stepping out from under the shadow cast by two loving, yet over-protective parents, and the binds of an all-girl Catholic school, was supposed to be a liberating and enlightening experience. Yet, beyond the drunken 'frosh-week' grab and grope sessions with a couple of drunken fraternity pledges, I'd not yet experienced the liberation, or the enlightenment that my overactive 18 year-old imagination had promised. In fact, living in such close quarters with someone who, until 3 weeks ago, was a complete stranger, only served to restrict me further, as I had little opportunity to partake in my self-pleasuring practices of my earlier teen years. Except for the morning's that Jane had her Bio-Chem. tutorials. I spy the results of Jane's thoughtful deed on my desk as I cross the threshold of our dorm-room. The electric kettle is filled with water, placed next to my mug, which contains the packet of hot chocolate and a spoon. I shed my book-bag and coat, closing the seemingly ancient oak door behind me. The kettle, still warm from Jane's earlier preparation of her own soothing mug of dark brown solace, takes little time to heat the water contained inside. My first sip sends a familiar shiver down my spine, creating peculiar distortions to the front of my blouse as my nipples spring to life, as if in an effort to escape the bounds of my lacey lilac colored bra. As the soothing effects of my drink take hold, I relax deeper into my desk-chair, intermittently pinching and plucking at the now erect tissue that rubs and chafes on the inner layer of my pastel undergarment. Barely able to resist long enough to have one hand distracted long enough to complete my drink, I gulp the last sweet goodness from my mug, and immediately turn all of my attention to alternating activity that my one free hand was made to perform for what seemed like an eternity. The gentle teasing and squeezing that occurred as I drank has now made way for a more urgent endeavor. I unbutton my white cotton blouse down to my navel, and reach between the cups of my bra to release my now engorged breasts from their bounds. Cupping in each hand my swelling white mounds, I work my erect pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger, simultaneously arching my back and squeezing my thighs together beneath my school-girl skirt to feed the hunger that's arisen between my legs. The fresh, crisp white cotton panties that I'd donned only hours before are now dampened with the juices of sexual excitement that sneak their way from somewhere within my engorged labia. With one hand moving swiftly from my breast, I first start to pet over top of my moist underwear before coming to the rapid conclusion that more direct stimulation is being beckoned for. In one swift motion, I free myself of my panties, sliding them past my knees and over the white knee-highs and black, thickly soled heels that continue to escape my frantic doffing of attire. It is at this crucial moment that the overwhelming urge to be penetrated overtakes me. Self-penetration has been a part of my masturbatory repertoire since my sublime discovery of it back in grade school. But having been brought up and educated in the Catholic school system, every girl clearly understood the sanctity of the preservation of her virginity until marriage. It was with this in mind during a small overnight gathering that several of my friends and I went on a small but important voyage of discovery, learning the enormous waves of pleasure that even the tiniest of cylindrical objects could bring when inserted into the anus. Spying Jane's hairbrush with its smooth round cushioned handle on our first day in the dorm, I knew that I'd be incorporating it into my self-pleasuring routine at first opportunity. Jumping up from my now warm wooden chair, I frantically rush to Jane's side of the room, and rummage through the rumpled comforter atop her unmade bed in search of her brush. Flipping back the covers, I discover it near the centre of her bed, lying almost entangled with the silky, flower-patterned panties I'd noticed peaking out from under her nightdress the night before. Scooping both objects up quickly, I return to my perch in front of my mirrored desk. Sinking deep again into my chair, I brace my feet upon the edge of my desk, close to the top, providing me an unobstructed view my tightly puckered anus between my widely spread legs. Holding Jane's undies with my free hand, I bring them to my face in order to catch a hint of her sweet scent as I push her hairbrush into my ass for the first time. The visual of it disappearing into my hole as I watch like a voyeur in my desktop mirror is so titillating that it almost causes me to orgasm. The sweet aching between my thighs is beckoning for more direct stimulation, creating a brief dilemma, having but two hands, and both being occupied. I'm moving my hand down to my now stiff clitoris, having covered my face with my roommate's delicate unmentionables, pressing my swollen tits against my chest with my upper arms. I'm pumping my ass with the thick handle of my new tool, when I'm startled back to reality by an alarming sound. As if in slow motion, I hear a key entering the dead bolt lock of the only door into our room. Like a deer caught in the headlight beam of an approaching car, I'm frozen in my chair, legs splayed wide atop my desk, skirt up over my hips, blouse unbuttoned to my belly, with my roommate's underwear over my face and her hairbrush buried deep my ass. The door pushes open. To be continued... Freshman Year Ch. 2 Half frightened, half embarrassed, I rapidly extricate by lubed companion from my anus, attempting to conceal it along with Jane's panties behind my back as I jump to my feet and turn toward the door. As quickly as it opened, the door slammed closed again. My eyes rise from the floor, following the soft flowing form of my roommate's body, until my eyes meet hers. At this particular moment, I'm not sure who was more astonished. My attempt to hide my shame is fruitless, as upon entry Jane was treated to a much similar vantagepoint from the door as my desk chair afforded me in my mirror. My mind races as I scramble to think of something to say to explain this all away, and have my life return to its seemingly normal state. I begin to stammer, heart pounding and short of breath, I blurt out an incoherent string of words in an effort to break the cold hard silence that has befallen the room. Jane steps toward me, and reaches her hand to my lips to silence me. With another half step, she wraps hers arms around my semi-nude torso. I can feel her trembling as she embraces me, her heart beating wildly as her chest presses against mine. As fear quickly turns to astonishment, I feel myself being kissed, ever so gently, next to my ear. Her soft lips continue their quest to mine, and at this very moment, my life is changed indefinitely. My tongue meets Jane's. Being kissed by another woman, so gently yet so passionately, is almost indescribable. Somewhere in my mind, my Catholic school upbringing is telling me that this is wrong, that it should not feel as splendid as it does. But every other part of my body and soul is exploding with the assurance of how right this feels. I begin to feel tears welling up in my eyes as I'm overcome with so many emotions that I've suppressed for so long. It at this moment that I sense a salty taste from Jane's soft lips. I open my eyes to see tear trickle over her cheek. In an instant, we both realize that the other crying, and begin laughing through our faint sobs. Still embracing, we tumble onto my bed. Lying side by side, we face one another, kissing each other with ever-increasing urgency. Jane's hand finds its way under my half-buttoned blouse, to my bare breast. Her first touch of my pink, erect nipple sends a wave of pleasure through my body. She focuses on one, then the other, giving rise to the most powerfully full sensation between my legs that I'd ever experienced. I squeeze my thighs together, as if to stop myself from peeing, heightening the sensation further. Jane's lips leave mine, as she begins to trail soft, wet kisses over my chin to my neck, and slowly down over my exposed chest to my tits. She lifts my breast to her mouth, then latching on with her lips; she slides her hand down over the soft smooth white skin on my belly, over my pubic bone to my engorged mons. Air uncontrollably escapes my lungs in a high pitched sigh as Jane's hot mouth sucks feverishly on my puffy pink areola, and her hand parts my now moistened labia, exposing my clitoris. Her first few soft strokes are all that's needed to send me over the edge. I immediately feel the pulsations of my contracting vaginal muscles, increasing to a pounding intensity, wave after glorious wave washing over me again and again until I can no longer stand any direct contact on my now hypersensitive pleasure button. Panting as if at the completion of a marathon, I lie in Jane's arms, slowly recovering from the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced to that point in my life. Being the first, non-self induced climax I'd ever experienced was just one of many contributing factors that made it so, yet it was also the first time that I'd broken my reliance on having my ass penetrated by something to achieve orgasm. Basking in the glorious afterglow, I can feel the heat that is emanating from between Jane's thighs on the bare leg that is positioned there. She presses her hips against me in a rhythmic fashion as the urgency of her kisses increases again. Reacting to her desire, I slide my hand up under her thick cotton sweatshirt to her satin-clad breasts. With each touch, I can feel her respiratory rate increasing, slowly losing herself in the magical sensations that are slowly overtaking her. Quickly, without warning, she bolts up onto her knees on the bed, and pulls her top off over long, jet-black hair. With it, she also pulls off her bra, sending her firm tits up and then down in a frenzied bounce. Straddling my head with her arms, she throws her torso back down on top of me, thrusting her tits into my face. "Quick, kiss them" she pants, dangling them over my mouth. As I begin to suck on her big brown nipples, she continues to grind the now moist crotch of her jeans against my bare thigh. Reaching up to her heaving breast, I grab one in each hand, and alternate squeezing and plucking at one nipple, while biting and sucking on the other. I lift up her hard titties by their brown protrusions and lick the soft underside where they crease meeting her chest. Her humping on my leg is growing in urgency, and I know that she's begging for me to touch her there as she did me. Releasing her breasts, I reach down to unbutton her blue jeans. Frantically, she dismounts from her perch upon my thigh, and flips onto her back on the bed next to me. Before I can reorient my hands to her pants, she's thrust her hips into the air, and is pulling her pants down over her thighs. They only make it to her knees when my hand reaches her mound. My fingers run quickly through her black pubic hair, which is much thinner and much less course feeling than mine seems to feel. I begin rubbing her in a circular motion, just as I like to do to myself when I'm aroused. It's the only thing that I can think to do, as I realize that I've never done this to anyone else before. Jane parts her thighs, her lower legs restricted still by the jeans that have now entangled themselves around her ankles in concert with her socks and shoes that she's still wearing. At her non-verbal invitation, I slide my fingers down her slit, feeling the heat and moisture as I part her soft lips and slip my finger into her tight vagina. Not only have I never touched anyone else there before, but I had also never explored my own vagina that deeply. With my initial push into her sweet box, Jane grabbed my head and pulled me to her chest. The complexity of pleasuring Jane's tits while simultaneously finger fucking her was a bit much at first, but I quickly became adept at the task. Sliding out of Jane's pussy, my finger makes a wet sound, and I slide it up between the folds of her labia to her hard clit. A few repetitive movements like this and Jane arches her back. "Keep touching there" she begs as my wet finger finds her clitoris once more, "faster, please". With my hand braced against her pubic bone, my wet digits trace quick circles around my roommate's swollen nubbin, my mouth still lapping at her tall, quivering breasts. Jane's hips start to buck, so wildly that I can barely keep my hand in place. She's grabbed my wrist with both hands so as to be sure not to lose the fingers that are fucking her so finely. With a long moan, her eyes roll back, and her bucking is replaced with a violent shaking. Her hands grip my wrist so hard that I fear permanent injury will result, but I don’t dare try to remove it. Jane's thighs now rise up, concealing her vagina and entrapping my hand. She suddenly throws my hand away, presumably not able to bear the touch any longer. As she lay beside me, still trembling, her eyes look up to me on their first opening since her crashing climax. Smiling, we kissed each other gently, perhaps in fear of speaking, perhaps in fear that this may not happen again. Fortunately it did happen again, quite frequently in fact, throughout that semester and into the next. Jane continued to date boys, as did I, yet it was no longer the same. To me, guys no longer represented my only path to happiness. They were more of a pleasant distraction now. Jane didn't return to college in the fall, instead entering medical school the following autumn. I moved off campus for the remainder of my time in college. It just didn't seem right to try rooming with another girl after Jane. She and I have remained close over the years, and still see each other once or twice a year. We're both married now, and neither of our husbands know about that side of our friendship, which is the way it will stay. I've since developed other friendships, equally as passionate as my relationship with Jane, but she'll always be the first. You'll have to wait to hear about my other friendships another time. Freshman Year: Prequel Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery.....no matter how HARD it gets. Chapter 1: Sean Sean was raised in a devout Christian household. A senior in high school, he had never seen porn, an R-rated movie, or even a picture of a naked woman—except that time in the school library when he had opened an art history book and saw a Renaissance painting of a well-fed woman laying nude on a couch. He stared at that picture for a few seconds and felt something happening to his penis. He reached down and touched it through his jeans—it was getting big, and hard. He immediately shut the book. Lustful thoughts for anyone other than your wife are wrong. That's what his pastor told him, and he believed it. Sean wanted to be a good Christian. He wanted to remain pure until marriage. He didn't tell anyone, but he wanted to get married as soon as possible. He was an eighteen-year old guy and he was having a lot of lustful thoughts. He was afraid if he didn't get married soon he might "fall", like Adam in the Garden of Eden. Sean woke up every morning to find that his penis was so hard it hurt. (Penis, by the way, was the only word Sean knew for what he had. Dick, cock, and other terms were unknown to him because his only friends were good Christians who never used such words.) His penis was also much bigger than a normal man's would ever get, but Sean didn't know that yet. Sean had no idea he had a large penis because he had nothing to compare it to and no information on the subject. He had never seen another guy's penis. He had never watched lewd movies or read lewd literature. In fact, he had never even thought about penis size or had any idea that having a big one was considered by many to be a good thing. All Sean knew was that when he woke up in the morning and his penis was hard, he thought about putting his penis inside a woman's vagina. (Yes, vagina was the word he used.) He knew that a man puts his penis in the vagina. After that, he believed that a man does a rocking motion until he spills his seed. (Again, seed was the only term he knew for that particular biological substance.) He surmised the part about the rocking motion from hearing his parents bed creak. The part about spilling the seed was taught to him at Sunday School, when they gave him their version of Sex Ed, which consisted of learning and discussing the Bible passages that pertained to how a man should behave sexually. Basically, he knew that Sodomy and Adultery were bad. Beyond that, he knew nothing about the act of sex—except that he wanted it. Sean never masturbated. He knew it was wrong because that's what he was told. He wasn't entirely sure what masturbation was until one morning when his penis was hard and he touched it. He was fascinated that it could get so hard. He rubbed his hand up and down the shaft, thinking it felt like a smooth baseball bat with a little bit of a spongy give. He kept stroking it. He moaned. It felt really good. He kept this up for about a minute until a thought popped in his head: "Pleasuring yourself is a sin." It was a sentence he had heard many times at Sunday School. Immediately he removed his hand. He never tried to masturbate again. Sean dreamed of finding himself a wife. He was eighteen. He could legally get married under California law. His family encouraged him to get married as soon as he found a good Christian girl. They had no thought of him waiting until he finished college or until he had started a career. These worldly considerations that consumed so many in modern America did not matter to Sean's family. All that mattered was living a good Christian life, a Godly life, so that one might find one's place in Heavenly Father's Eternal Kingdom. Getting married quickly and having babies was what it came down to. Going to college was acceptable, as long as it was a Christian college. Having a good career was acceptable too, but only because you were providing for your family. Sean was halfway through his senior year of high school, and he was looking for a wife. Sean had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was fairly handsome. He was tall, strong and lean. He didn't play sports—his parents wouldn't let him because too many unholy things happened around high school athletes. But he had the body of a jock and the girls at his school noticed him. However, he was only interested in good Christian girls and there weren't a lot to go around. He lived in a small town and went to a small high school. At his high school Bible Study group, there were only twelve girls his age, and none of them were hot. Sean didn't use the word hot to describe members of the female sex, but that's what he was looking for. A hot girl. He also wanted a genuine connection with her. He wanted the whole package when it came to the woman he would spend his life with. Deep down, Sean was a romantic, though he didn't realize it. He wanted true love. And he wanted to put his penis in a vagina, rock back and forth, and spill his seed. He wanted it badly. Then came the most important moment of Sean's life up to that point. It was Monday, January 7. The first day back from Winter Break. Half way through his last year of high school. 8:45am. First period. Economics. Sean was sitting at his desk, politely listening to his teacher, Mr. Stuttgart, explaining how they would be studying macro-economics for the rest of the school year. Sean was wishing the school year had already ended. He stared at the wall, bored. Then the classroom door opened. Sara walked in. That was the moment Sean fell in love. Chapter 2: Sara He saw a girl walk through the door. No, she was a woman, Sean thought. To him, the word "girl" was inadequate for this heavenly beauty. Her eyes were like emeralds, accentuated by long eyelashes. Her lips, full and ripe. Her hair, shimmering blonde. And her body—now Sean truly knew what lust was. Her small, perky breasts pushed her t-shirt out. Her body was slim, her waist was narrow, and her hips flared out in just the right proportion, creating an angled sway every step she took. "Hello!" said Mr. Stuttgart, a bit too friendly. Sara had that effect on her male teachers as well as her male peers. All the guys sat up straight and stared at her. Sara gave Mr. Stuttgart a piece of paper. "Hi, I'm Sara, a new student." "Well, great!" said Mr. Stuttgart. "Where are you from?" A bit of an odd question for Mr. Stuttgart to be asking in front of the whole class, Sean thought. Maybe Mr. Stuttgart is feeling the same way I am, Sean thought. He's married. That's wrong. "My family just moved here from Utah," Sara replied with a big, warm smile on her face. She was incredibly friendly, Sean thought. Maybe she's a Christian, too! "Well, welcome to California!" replied Mr. Stuttgart. He looked around the room. "There's an empty seat over there by Sean. Go ahead and have a seat." Sean froze as Sara walked over to him. His heart was beating so fast. He couldn't think. Her beauty overwhelmed him. She sat down and looked him right in the eyes with that warm smile. "Hi Sean. I'm Sara." As Sean looked into her eyes for the first time, he knew he wanted to marry her. He also felt his penis getting big. Thank God he was sitting down. Sara quickly became the talk of the school. She was smoking hot. One of the hottest girls in the school. But she didn't hang out with all the popular kids for one simple reason: she was Mormon. Her family had moved to California for one reason: to spread the Mormon faith. There were already plenty of Mormons in California, so they chose a small town that had no Mormon church and, according to the Mormon database, no practicing Mormons. When Sara first told this to Sean, he was scared. Scared because he wasn't sure if Mormons were Christians, and if Mormons aren't Christians, then he couldn't marry her. Soon after arriving at her new school, Sara asked Sean to lunch. (Mormon's are encouraged to date before marriage.) She told Sean all about herself. "So you're a Mormon, not a Christian?" Sean asked. "No, Mormons are Christians!" Sara exclaimed, putting her hand on Sean's and looking into his eyes. Sean felt uncomfortable when she touched him, but in a good way. "We believe in Jesus." "Really?" Sean was excited. She believed in Jesus. That meant he could marry her. Sean and Sara kept dating. In fact, they spent every moment they could together. After one month, they were holding hands in school. After two months, Sean asked Sara to marry him. She said yes. After Sara said yes, Sean had to convince his parents that Mormons were Christians. This took a while, but eventually they came around. Sean and Sara's families decided on a Fourth of July wedding, after the the two had graduated high school. Sean didn't want to wait that long. His erections were growing more frequent, especially when Sara held his hand. This would create problems when they were walking together. He'd often have to make up some weird excuse to sit down. He needed relief soon. But he couldn't defy his family, so he would just have to wait a few more months. Finally the day came. Their wedding day. It was going to be a beautiful ceremony. They had set up an altar near a cliff, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was a warm, sunny day, and they would get married with a majestic view of the ocean behind them. The drive to the location was on a windy, two-lane stretch of Highway 1. On one side of the highway were steep hills. On the other side was a guard rail, then a cliff that dropped down to the ocean. Sean and Sara rode to the ceremony in separate cars, honoring the tradition of the bride and groom not seeing each other on the wedding day before the actual ceremony. Sean and his family arrived at the wedding location first. Many of the guests had already arrived. They waited, enjoying the beautiful view and fresh ocean air. Then the sky began to darken and storm clouds formed in the sky. Out of nowhere it began hailing ferociously. Sean, his family, and the guests ran to their cars for shelter. After ten minutes, the hail stopped and the sky cleared. "That was weird," remarked Sean's dad. "I've never seen hail in July." "Yeah, that was crazy," muttered Sean. He was wondering where Sara was. It was time to start the ceremony and her car still hadn't arrived. "Where's Sara?" "I'll call her, Sean," replied Sean's mom. She looked at her cell phone. "I don't have service out here." Now Sean was worried. He looked at his phone. No service either. "I'm gonna drive back down the highway until I get service," he told his parents. Sean drove slowly along the windy highway. The road still had hail on it. With the hail and the sharp turns, he kept his speed below 20. This is really dangerous, thought Sean, looking out at the cliff. He checked his phone. Still no bars. He took a sharp turn around a hill and slammed on his breaks. He was shocked by what he saw. Tread marks on the road and the guard rail was broken. He got out of his car, walked over to the edge of the cliff and peered over. Nothing but water down below. Sara and her family never showed up for the wedding that day. Coast Guard divers found the car under twenty feet of water. It took all night to recover the bodies. Except for the funeral, Sean didn't leave his house for three months. He barely left his room. His mother dragged him to church the first two weeks. But then Sean refused to go. His pastor came to visit him, to offer him solace. Sean listened to the words of his pastor, but he felt nothing. He was numb. His mom sat beside his bed. "If you won't go to church, at least read. It will help you." His mom placed the Bible next to him on the bed. He picked it up and threw it across the room. His mother was speechless. He had never acted liked this. He was such a good boy his whole life. Never angry. Never depressed. Now he barely left his room, and he had disrespected the Holy Book. But she understood. He had gone through a horrible tragedy. She left his room and shut the door. One Sunday morning, while his family was at church, Sean looked out the window. One of the family cars was still in the driveway. He drove up Highway 1, heading to the spot where Sara and her family had gone over the cliff. He sped up. He imagined his car going over at the same spot. He imagined what it would actually look and feel like. The car flying through the air. Seeing only sky, then the ocean. Sinking in the water. For a moment, the thought seemed beautiful. Peaceful. As he approached the spot, he slowed down. The car behind him honked. He looked at the guardrail and sky beyond it. Then he drove past. Chapter 3: Britney Sean took the first exit he saw. He ended up at a beach he had never been to. It was deserted. He was wearing plaid pajama pants, a t-shirt, and sandals. When he got to the beach, he took off his t-shirt and sandals and walked onto the sand. He walked into the water. The cool water felt refreshing on his lower body, and the sun warmed his chest. For the first time since Sara's death, he felt an inkling of happiness. He walked up the beach. His pajama pants were soaked so he rolled them up. He kept walking for a mile or two until he saw someone sitting on the beach. As he got closer he could see it was a young woman in a yellow bikini. She had blonde hair and tan skin. For a split second he thought it was Sara, but then he realized that this girl was not skinny like Sara. His first instinct was to keep walking. The old Sean, the Sean before Sara's death, would have walked away if he saw a woman in a bikini. Temptation. But the new Sean was acting differently. He wanted to look at her. He glanced in her direction, then looked away quickly, unsure of himself. "Hi," she called out to him. She looked friendly, but she didn't smile. She was smoking, something Sean stayed away from. "Hi," said Sean. "I like your pajamas." She smiled a little. "Thanks. I wasn't really planning on coming to the beach." "Want a smoke?" She held it out for him. "I don't smoke." "Oh, OK." Sean stood there awkwardly. "You wanna sit down?" she asked. He sat down next to her, looking at her cigarette. It didn't look like a normal cigarette to him. It was thicker, and brown. Bigger than a cigarette but smaller than a cigar. And the smoke didn't smell like the cigarette smoke he had smelled before. "What kind of cigarette is that?" The girl laughed loudly. "Cigarette?" She kept laughing. "Are you serious?" Then she stopped laughing and smiled at him sweetly. He noticed her eyes were bloodshot and he wondered why. "You don't know what this is?" "No." "It's a blunt." Sean still looked confused. She couldn't believe it. "Marijuana." "Oh, marijuana." Sean knew what that was. By reputation only. He knew it was bad. "You sure don't want to try?" she looked into his eyes. She was kinda pretty, he thought. Not beautiful, like Sara. But still. Something in him was responding to her. He liked how relaxed she was. He looked out at the sun, the ocean. The thought came into his mind, It's all so beautiful. He felt something in his chest. He felt like a weight was being lifted from his heart. The pain he felt was being lifted off him. He looked back at the girl he just met. The sun was shining on her face and on her tan, warm body. In that moment she looked radiantly beautiful to him. Suddenly, everything felt perfect. The sand, the water, the sun, the sky, this girl whose name he didn't even know—it all felt perfect. "OK," he smiled and took the blunt. He sucked in deeply and started coughing. He coughed so bad he almost puked, spit dripping out of his mouth onto the sand. The girl laughed and rubbed his back. Her hand was warm and it felt good. She took the blunt from him so he wouldn't drop it while coughing, and in doing so one of her bikini-covered breasts pressed against his arm. He had never felt anything so nice, that softness pressing against him. He stared at her breasts and she noticed. She didn't mind. She liked this guy. He seemed very sweet. And strange. And hot. Sara had huge, firm breasts, and she knew the effect they had on guys. She liked that they were having an effect on this guy. "I'm Britney." She handed him a water bottle. "Sean." He took a big swig of water. She put the blunt in his mouth for him and he inhaled deeply. This time he held it in and didn't cough. They lay back on Britney's towel and talked about what led them to that particular place on that particular day. As they finished the blunt together, Sean spilled his heart out, telling Britney all about Sara's death and how depressed he had felt. Britney told him how she had gotten in a fight with her mother about getting a D.U.I. and how she had stormed out of the house, gotten in her car, and driven south until she ended up at this beach. Britney was 18 and just out of high school, like Sean. She was going to Berkeley Community College in the fall. She had partied hard in high school, so much so that her grades were horrible and she had no choice but to go to community college. As they lay talking and smoking, Sean looked over at Britney's body. She was short. Her breasts were so large that they covered most of her upper body. She was plump, but not fat. She had a narrow waist, wide hips and and thick thighs. In between her thick thighs was a mound of flesh just barely covered by her yellow bikini bottom. Sean stared at this part of her body and noticed that there was an indentation in the middle where the fabric of the bikini bottom went in. This was first time Sean ever saw a camel toe. This was the closest Sean had every gotten to seeing a woman's vagina, and he was getting turned on. Sean was a little surprised that he was turned on. He thought he liked skinny girls, mostly because he liked Sara. But looking at Britney with her massive breasts and thick thighs, he felt a stirring in his loins. Britney noticed he was looking—he wasn't very subtle about it. She was used to men ogling at her. She was 5'4", with sag-less 36EE breasts, a 24" waist, and 42" hips. She had a bubble butt that protruded behind her. She worked out five days a week to keep everything tight. She had flawless tan skin, long shinny blonde hair, and a face that wasn't perfect, but she had very full lips. Dick Sucking Lips, as she liked to think of them. Most guys at her high school wanted to fuck her, though they were often intimidated by her proportions. Britney looked at Sean and saw, to her surprise, that he was erect. At least, she thought he was erect, but she had trouble believing it because it was so long. It was sticking up along the leg of his pajama pants, almost reaching his knee. "Holy shit!" she said, staring at the tent in Sean's pants. "What are you packing?" Sean looked at Britney, confused. Then he looked down and saw what she was staring at. He was immediately embarrassed "Oh my God! I'm sorry!" He frantically pulled his legs up and turned away from her, trying to hide his member. "I...uh...I'm gonna go...sorry!" He started to get up to walk away, but Britney grabbed his wrist. "Wait. Don't go. It's OK." She looked in his eyes and smiled. "Why are you running away? You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, Jesus, most guys would be proud if they had what you got." Sean looked at her, blankly. He was not following her meaning. "But I...my penis...it got hard...What do you mean, 'Show off what I got'?" Once again Britney was shocked by the ignorance of this young man. Did he seriously not know that he had what appeared to be a huge dick? How could he not know? "I just meant, you shouldn't be embarrassed because you got an erection," she told him. "It's only natural." Sean felt better. "Yeah, I guess you're right. You are a woman...a very...pretty woman. And...uh...men and women are...it's what God created." Sean was surprised by the words coming out of his mouth. He had never been in a situation like this before. Freshman Year: Prequel Wow, Sara thought to herself. She was beginning to understand this guy. He was some religious kid who was so sheltered that he didn't know what a blunt was, didn't know he had a huge dick, and—this thought popped into her head—had probably never done anything with a girl. She kinda liked it. A handsome, virgin boy with a big dick. She could teach him everything and he would probably do exactly what she told him to do. She could really have fun with this. True, he will probably cum quickly in the beginning, but she could train him. "You know what," Sara said, "I've been in the sun too long. I don't wanna get burnt. You wanna go to my car?" She pointed to her red Honda Accord park about 100 feet from the water. "Uh, sure," said Sean, still unsure of himself. Sara grabbed her stuff and started walking quickly to her car. Sean followed behind. His eyes became glued to her butt cheeks as they swayed back and forth. He was amazed by how much the cheeks stuck out from her body. He had never seen anything like it. So much ass. It was a new concept to him. I bet it would feel really good to grab those big butt cheeks and squeeze them, Sean thought. Oh my God! What am I thinking? But then he remembered what Sara had said: "It's only natural." Yes, Sean thought, smiling to himself as he watched those plumps cheeks sway back and forth. It's only natural. They got to the car. "Get in the passenger seat," Sara ordered him. She got in the driver's seat. There was a long pause. "So, you ever been with a girl?" "No." Sara grabbed his cock through the thin material of his pajama pants. She was right. It was huge. Her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it. She moved her hand up the shaft to the head. The head felt even thicker than the shaft. This had to be the longest and thickest cock she had ever touched, and she had touched many. "God damn," she said. "Why are you swearing?" he asked. His heart was racing. "Because you're huge." "I'm huge? What does that mean?" Sara realized she would have to explain everything. "It means you have a very...very large penis." "Oh. Is that bad?" Sara laughed loudly. "Oh my God. Are you fucking serious? No, it's not bad. It's good. It's very good. The bigger a man's dick...the better..." Sara stumbled. She wasn't sure how to explain such a basic concept. He really didn't know? Incredible, she thought. She pondered for a moment. "OK, this is how it works. Every man wants to have a big dick. The bigger the better. If you're a guy, and you have a big dick, you're very proud of it. Sometimes guys are too proud of it. I mean, it's not everything. And you shouldn't be an asshole about it..." Sara was getting off topic. She was remembering some guys from her past who had decent packages but turned out to be dicks. Sean furrowed his brow, trying to understand everything she was saying. This was all new to him. "So, basically, having a big dick isn't everything, but guys think it is. Women like it, too. Most women, anyways. Some women love a guy with a big dick. The bigger the better. But not all women. For me I like it big, but it doesn't have to be that big. I mean, it depends on the guy. How good he is in bed. If he's actually nice and treats me well. Does that make sense?" "Uh, I guess. Why do they like...I mean, why do guys and girls like big dicks?" "Well, some people think it makes sex better for the girl. Because it stretches her out, making more friction, which feels good. And if his dick is long, then it can go deep and she can feel it deep inside her." "Really?" "Well, kinda. For me personally, I like it to be above average. But I don't need anything huge to be satisfied. I mean, every woman is different. Some women have looser or tighter pussies—uh, vaginas—and some women have deeper or shallower pussies—i mean, vaginas. And that affects how big of a dick she wants." Sean's mouth was hanging open. He didn't know what to make of it all. "But I don't think that's the main reason people care so much about big dicks," Sara explained. "It's mostly just, like...it's like a symbol of masculinity. People think the bigger a guy's dick is the more of a man he is. I think men believe it more, but women believe it a lot too." Sean was beginning to understand. "So, I have a big dick?" "Yes!" Sara laughed. "The biggest I've ever seen. Actually, I haven't seen it yet, but just by feeling..." She put her hand back on his dick and squeezed. She caressed his cheek with her other hand. "You're a very big man." Sean smiled. He liked the sound of that. "Now let me see this thing." Britney pulled down Sean pants and his cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach. It was fully erect. "Oh my God!" Britney gasped. It truly was the biggest cock she had ever seen. (And she had seen 25 erect penises, in person. Last time she counted.) It was thick and long and muscular. Veins bulged along the shaft all the way up to the massive head. Britney stroked it with both hands. "You are fucking hung." She looked at Sean and could tell he didn't understand. "Hung—it means you have a big dick," Britney explained. Sean smiled. He was learning so much today. Britney wrapped both hands around his dick, one on top of the other. There was enough length for a third hand. The shaft was so thick her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around. "How many inches?" she asked. "I don't know." Sean had never thought to measure it. "How many is normal?" "Like five or six," Britney replied. "You're probably, like, 11." She reached down and grabbed his balls. One ball was enough to fill her hand. "God damn, and you have the biggest balls I've ever seen." "Is that good?" Sean asked. "Yes, definitely." "Why?" "Uh..." Britney realized she wasn't sure why. She tried to explain. "It's just...I don't know...it's more manly. Plus you probably shoot a lot of cum." "Cum?" Sean asked. "Semen," said Britney. He didn't understand. "Ejaculate." He still didn't get it. "The stuff that shoots out of your dick!" He still looked confused. "It makes a woman pregnant!" Britney exclaimed. "Oh! My seed!" Sean finally got it. Britney laughed. "Yes, your seed." This guy was something else. Britney spit on her hands and started stroking his shaft. Sean watched intently. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but it felt good. "You like that, don't you?" Britney asked. "Yes." Britney spit on the head of his dick, then she cupped it with her hand and did a twisting motion. Sean groaned. Britney kept this up for a couple minutes. With one hand she did her signature squeeze and twist on the head, while with the other hand she pumped the shaft and caressed the balls. Britney was an expert at giving hand jobs, and most guys didn't last more than three minutes when subjected to her expert technique. But Sean still hadn't cum yet. "You're lasting a long time, baby," she told him. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a grunt. "That means, you're taking a long time to ejaculate...spill your seed. That's a good thing. Women like a man who can last a long time." "Oh," Sean managed to say. "I...." then he trailed off, closing his eyes. Britney stopped stroking. "Are you ready for this?" Sean opened his eyes. Britney got on all fours so that her mouth was directly over Sean's dick. She grabbed his shaft with one hand, preparing to try to fit his massive cock in her mouth. Her 36EE tits hung down, still barely contained by her bikini top. Sean grabbed one and squeezed. It felt like heaven. Britney held off on sucking his dick. "Oh, you want these?" she asked. She sat back in her seat. She sat up straight and pushed out her chest. Sean watched in awe, dying with anticipation. Britney reached for the straps to her top. She paused, making him wait. "You wanna see my big tits?" "Yes. Please." He's so cute, Britney thought. He said please! She pulled the straps down her shoulders and her massive tits spilled out. Sean feasted on the sight. They were truly the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Big, smooth, perky, firm and tan. The areolas were big, but not too big. The nipples were long and stood at full attention. "Go ahead," Britney said huskily. She was getting turned on. "Touch them." Sean grabbed them. He had big hands, but each tit was too big to be contained by one of his hands. He squeezed and caressed them. Britney moaned. "Suck on 'em," she ordered him. He did as he was told, leaning over and taking one of her big nipples into his mouth. "Harder!" she shouted. He sucked harder, so hard that it hurt her a little bit. She threw her head back and cried out in pain and pleasure. "Don't stop!" He did as he was told and Britney kept moaning. Sean kept sucking hard on her nipple. It started to hurt too much, and Britney realized he wouldn't stop unless she told him to. He hadn't yet learned to pay attention to her non-verbal cues. She had to give him instructions on everything, which was OK. Considering he was a virgin, he was doing well so far. "Suck the other one," she commanded him. He did as he was told, putting the other nipple in his mouth and sucking it as hard as he could. Britney screamed. Sean stopped and looked at her. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Yes," she replied quickly. "That was a scream of pleasure. Don't stop." She grabbed his head and pulled it back to her tit. "Keep sucking," she ordered. It felt so good, she thought, him sucking her tits. Why? She usually enjoyed a guy sucking her tits, but not like this. Something about Sean, or this situation, was turning her on in a way she didn't normally feel. Was it his humungous dick that turned her on so much? Or his virgin innocence? Whatever it was, she was starting to loose control. She had thought, with him being a virgin, that this session would just be an introduction. For his pleasure. She figured she would give him a blow job and that was it. But now she was feeling that need. Deep in her pussy. She needed to get off. Now. As he continued to suck her nipple and squeeze her tits, she reached down and felt the fabric of her bikini bottom. It was soaked through. She grabbed his dick. She needed it inside her. "Stop." She pulled him off her tits. "Sit back in your seat. Lay the seat all the way back." He did as he was told. He lay there, waiting for his next instruction, his giant slab of meat pointing towards his chin. She admired his package. His cock, rock hard. His bulging ball sack, tight and ready. Amazing, she thought. She was about to mount him, but then she remembered. "A condom," she thought aloud. She opened the glove compartment and reached for a Magnum. "I hope this fits." She managed to roll it down two inches. Almost enough to cover the bulbous head. Then the condom split. "Fuck!" She paused for a second. "Fuck it, you don't have anything. Just, like, when you're about to cum, tell me, so I can get off before you cum in me, OK?" "Why?" "So you don't get me pregnant! You ask a lot of fucking questions." "Yeah, OK, got it." Sean thought hard. "How do I know when I'm about to cum?" "Uh...I don't know! I'm not a guy! I guess you'll feel something coming in your balls...or your dick...you'll feel this intense pressure like your dick is about to explode...I think." "Uh, OK." Sean was nervous, but he wasn't about to stop. And neither was Britney. She pulled her bikini bottom off. She swung her leg over so she was straddling him. Sean stared at her pussy. Another amazing site for him. "Go ahead, touch it." She grabbed his hand and pulled it against her. "It's wet," he said. "It's wet for you. Put your fingers inside." She grabbed two of his fingers and directed them into her hole. "It's warm." She gasped as she pushed his fingers in and out. Then she pulled them out and took his thumb and placed it on her clit. "This is my clit. While we're fucking, I want you to rub it like this. Got it?" "Yeah." "Rub my clit with your thumb, and with your other hand you can grab my tits, or my hips, or whatever. Just do what feels good, OK?" "OK. Britney?" "Yeah?" "Thank you. Thank you for...having sex with me...and...teaching me...and being so nice." "You're welcome, baby. Now shut up." She grabbed his dick and positioned her pussy directly above it. She pressed the giant dickhead against her pussy lips. She rubbed the head against her lips, soaking it in her juices. She paused for a moment—she was afraid, but she couldn't turn back—then she dropped her hips all the way down. She felt his dick hit her cervix and the walls of her pussy tear. The pain was excruciating. It took her breath away. She fell forward onto his chest, unable to move. But as she felt this pain, she also felt a wave of pleasure coming over her. She was cuming. Her whole body quaked, and as it did, Sean involuntarily thrust his hips into her. He was coming too. He cried out at the top of his lungs, then his dick began to pump his seed deep inside her. Britney realized what was happening but she was unable to stop it. In the midst of her overpowering orgasm, she had no ability to pull herself off his dick and prevent his semen from filling her. Her body kept shaking, and his dick kept pumping into her. When their orgasms finally subsided, she lay on top of him, exhausted. They were both covered in sweat. His manhood still inside her, his semen dripped out of her pussy onto his balls and the car seat. That was unlike anything I've ever experienced, Britney thought to herself. She had never had a fuck that intense. They lay there for a minute, basking in the afterglow. But then a thought popped in Britney's head, and she came crashing back to reality. "Oh fuck," she groaned. She had a problem. He had cum in her, a lot. An incredible amount. She had felt it shooting hard into her cervix. And she wasn't on birth control. What would she do? Then she thought of it: the Morning After Pill. She jumped off him and started putting her bikini back on. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Put your pants on," she replied. "We're going to a drugstore."