by Lexi Archer
Well at least it wasn't like I was giving him a blow job or something. I could at least console myself with that. That was something that was reserved just for Matt, and even then only for very special occasions, and somehow in my brain with the convoluted mental gymnastics I was doing that made making out with this guy okay. For the moment. I'm not sure how I'd feel about it when I wasn't being fueled in equal parts by anger and lust, but future me could worry about that.
I needed to get at Jared, and so I started moving to the side. It took a bit of maneuvering considering we were on an uncomfortable dorm bed that was more springs than mattress, but with a little bit of maneuvering that involved his delicious cock pressing against me which sent sparks dancing through my body, we were able to get around and then I was on top of him.
I scooted back just a little bit and reached down to unzip his pants. Unbutton them. Pull down on his waistband.
I had to see his cock. Had to feel it again. And my eyes went wide as his cock sprang free. As I reflected on how ridiculous this whole situation was. I licked my lips as his cock came into view. It was every bit as big as it felt grinding against me. Every bit as big as it felt in my hand. I paused for a moment to reflect on just how incredible this was. Just how ridiculous this was.
Here I was on my bed in my dorm with a complete stranger underneath me, my hand around his cock, and my tank top pulled up over my tits exposing most of my body to him. When just a couple of hours before I'd been in the middle of an argument with my boyfriend where he was accusing me doing just this. Where I'd been pissed off because I told myself nothing like this was ever going to happen.
And still the rationalizations were coming. Still I was telling myself that at least I wasn't fucking him. At least I had no intention of fucking him. I figured I could live with the guilt of just making out with him and feeling him up as long as I wasn't committing the ultimate betrayal.
Plus there was the whole thing about my relationship status with Matt being up in the air. Were we together? Were we broken up? I really wasn't sure, and that gave me the confidence to continue moving my hand up and down Jared's cock as his mouth opened wide and his eyes squeezed shut. As he gasped with every pump of my hands as my fingers moved up and down his pulsing shaft.
And beneath all of that confusion there was also still in the indescribable fury I was feeling. The anger at Matt for putting me in this situation in the first place. Sure I was the one who gave out my phone number, but I told myself it was Matt and his irrational jealousy that had pushed me over the edge. It was that ridiculous parting shot about me going and doing exactly this that had pissed me off to the point that I figured maybe if he was going to make the accusation then I'd go ahead and do something to really make him angry.
In the back of my mind I knew those were all excuses, all rationalizations, but that didn't stop me from continuing to jerk Jared's cock. Continuing to lick my lips as I looked down at it, as I started grinding my pussy back and forth on his legs.
I was so far gone, so lost in lust, that I would've been perfectly happy jerking him off to completion. I realized we hadn't said much of anything since he started this little seduction, a seduction I'd gone along with willingly despite still feeling loyal to Matt, but maybe it was better that way. Maybe it was better if no words passed between us.
I was about to really start jerking him, I knew that I gave one hell of a hand job because I had plenty of practice. It was something I did with Matt to help him let off steam when he was getting good and horny. Only he stopped me while I was moving my hands up and down on his cock and I blinked in surprise. Matt had never tried to stop me before.
Jared pulled me forward, his hand on my ribs just below my breasts with his thumbs moving up and down my tits. One of his hands moving to cup the perfect upturned cone of my tits. I knew I had a nice set, I always saw guys looking at me, and I was getting even hotter knowing that Jared in particular was getting so turned on exploring my body.
Jared continued pulling me forward and I felt his cock trailing along my stomach, the head pressing against me before my pussy was pressing against his hard monster. I felt dizzy as I felt the naked flesh of his cock through my shorts. And in a moment of weakness I found myself thinking about how delicious it would feel to have that naked cock pressing against my naked pussy, though it wasn't to be. Things definitely weren't going to get that out of hand, that out of control, no matter how much I might have liked them to in the moment.
I don't think I'd be able to live with myself later, but damn it was a nice fantasy, a pleasant thought.
He stopped when my pussy was over his cock and then pulled me down so our bodies were pressing together once more. His mouth found mine and we were making out with his hands exploring every inch of my body. With his tongue exploring my mouth. With his cock pressing against me subtly and sending fireworks dancing through my body every time it made contact.
Fuck I was so fucking turned on! I couldn't believe I was doing this. I kept thinking that, but this whole situation was just so out of character for me. I was cheating on my boyfriend. Or I was doing something that felt very much like cheating on my boyfriend even though I wasn't entirely sure that was the status of our relationship anymore. Whatever. It felt wrong and that just made it even hotter.
I gasped and moaned as he pressed against me. As he started grinding his cock against me with a vengeance. I wondered if that was maybe his game. I'd dry humped with Matt a couple of times to the point that he ended up blowing a load against me. I hadn't been particularly happy about that either. He wasn't wearing a condom and what with the horrible state of sex education in this country I had a solid fifteen minutes that night where I was genuinely worried that there was the potential for the stain that had that spread on his jeans and onto my own before I realized what was happening to somehow get me pregnant.
A quick Internet search had quickly disabuse me of that notion. I could look back on it and laugh now, but I'd been absolutely terrified of getting pregnant at the time.
I definitely wasn't worried now though. I continued grinding against him, my own shorts soaking through even as I ground my pussy up and down his cock. And just the feeling of that hard shaft pressing against my pussy lips, feeling them rubbing up and down the length of his shaft, the length of another man's cock, was driving me wild.
He pulled me up even more, his hands running up and down my back as we made out. I pulled my ass up and I was preparing to move down again, to return to that delicious rubbing sensation though the safety of my shorts. And so I pressed back down towards his cock but I was surprised to feel something brushing my shorts aside and then something was pressing against my bare pussy!
I blinked. What the…
Holy shit. If that was what I thought it was then… Holy shit! Somehow he'd gotten his hand down there and pulled aside my tight shorts and my panties underneath. I felt something pressing against me and then my eyes went wide as I realized that something soft and spongy yet hard at the same time, something that felt oh so familiar and yet different because it was my pussy and not my hand that was feeling its contours, was parting my pussy lips.
I immediately went to pull myself off even though it felt so fucking good, and I stared down at him in wide-eyed astonishment.
"What are you doing?"
"You said he was accusing you, so why not do the whole crime?"
Oh God. Oh my fucking God. Just feeling the head of his cock splitting my pussy was indescribable. It was filling me with ecstasy. It was making me feel like I'd never felt before. It was nothing like the fingers Matt had he gotten inside me before. I was already so filled with lust, so overcome with desire, that it seemed like a very good idea to just slide down on that monster and forget about all of that pesky waiting for marriage nonsense I'd tried so very hard to hang onto for so very long with varying degrees of success.
I wasn't having much success right now. This situation I'd gotten into wasn't exactly a shining moment in my
quest for purity.
The desire was so strong, and yet it was so wrong. I was a good girl. I was waiting for marriage. Only as I felt the head of his cock splitting me, as I felt my dampness connecting with his shaft, as I stared down at him and thought about what an asshole Matt had been, it was so incredibly tempting.
One of his hands moved down and grabbed my waist, started pulling down, and then I felt his cock moving up inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut as he filled me. As a cock pressed into me for the very first time and it wasn't my husband fucking me. It wasn't my fiancé fucking me. It wasn't even my boyfriend fucking me! Shit, it wasn't even Matt fucking me, which I always figured it would be!
No, I was being filled by some guy I'd met just a week ago, some random guy from campus, and his massive cock was pressing inside me. Splitting me down the middle. Making me stare out wide-eyed with my mouth open in an O shape because I felt like I was on the verge of completely losing control.
No, that's not right. I lost control the moment he started making out with me. This was just icing on the cake as far as my infidelity went.
His cock was slightly uncomfortable and yet at the same time it felt so fucking good having him splitting me like that. Feeling that fleshy plug inside me. Feeling his cockhead moving up in my body followed by the bare skin of his shaft which...
Shit! His cock was moving up inside me and he didn't have a condom on! I wasn't on birth control. And yet all I could think about was being filled.
He stopped about halfway. I whimpered as I moved my hands down to his chest, held them there so I could concentrate on breathing. So I could concentrate on the feeling of a cock filling me, even if only about half of his shaft had actually moved up inside me.
"So what do you say?" he asked. "Do you want to stop, or do you want to continue?"
I sat there squatting over this stranger, his cock buried halfway inside my pussy, my tank top pulled up over my tits. He looked up at me with a smile, though there was also a look of intense concentration there as well as though he was trying not to be overwhelmed himself with how incredible it felt. Fuck. I was thinking about how incredible this felt myself. I never knew it could feel like this, and it was driving me wild.
I was also thinking about how I wasn't on birth control. How there was absolutely nothing protecting me from him. Only it felt so good.
Finally I was thinking of Matt. I was thinking of the argument we had. I was thinking about how the entire time I'd been saying that just talking to a guy didn't mean I was going to fuck him or anything, I had no plans to fuck any guy, and yet now here I was with this guy's dick buried inside me. Except he was giving me a chance to stop. I could pull away. I could make this stop. Something told me he would stop if I gave the word.
I bit my lip and nodded. It was a quick motion, but he was ready. It was all he needed. And so with one final shove he started pulling me down and once again I felt as though the wind was being knocked out of me and then I felt my ass land against his legs. I felt his cock buried inside me completely twitching. It was so fucking incredible. So fucking incredible! I couldn't believe it. I had a guy inside me. I was fucking a guy. A guy who wasn't Matt!
Only he pulled me up and back down and I realized what I'd felt up until now was nothing. We hadn't been fucking. He was just inside me. Only as he pulled me up and down again it was starting in earnest. We really were fucking. Well, he was pulling me up and down on his cock, but it was close enough.
Over and over he pulled me up and back down on that monster cock, and it was all I could do to hang on for the incredible ride. It was all I could do to try to deal with the incredible sensations that were filling my body. I felt as though I was on fire, and all of the discomfort I'd felt as he was sliding inside me was gone. All I could think about was him filling me. Was another man fucking me. Plowing inside me over and over.
Every time he bottomed out it felt as though a bolt of lightning was shooting out from my pussy and hitting the rest of my body. Every time he bottomed out I thought about how that wasn't Matt's cock inside me and I felt a pang of guilt shooting through my body right along with the pleasure, but that guilt wasn't enough to make me stop. No, a combination of arousal and anger towards Matt was still inspiring me to keep this guy's cock firmly lodged inside me.
More arousal than anger at this point, if I was being completely honest.
And as he continued pulling me up and down I started to get into it. I started to move my hips and he grinned up at me. He moved his hands to my own hips and then we were bouncing in a rhythm. He was thrusting up as I shoved down. And every time it filled me with the most exquisite pleasure. I had no idea that this was what sex could feel like. I had no idea that I'd been denying myself this incredible sensation!
I threw my head back and I was gasping as my tits bounced lewdly while another man filled me. While another man fucked me over and over. I was letting out gasping moans that were so loud I was sure I could be heard all the way down the hall, but hopefully not. Most girls wouldn't think twice about spreading the word that I wasn't in here with Matt, and that could lead to some awkward questions.
His thrusting was sending me to the edge. It was something incredible. I was gasping and over and over, whispering his name as my tits bounced up and down under his thrusts, and then finally it hit me. An incredible orgasmic explosion that was like nothing I'd ever experienced before with Matt. There was just something about fucking for the first time, about having an actual cock inside me for the first time, that was sending me over the edge. That was filling me with an impossible and indescribable pleasure.
That also seemed to be enough to send Jared over the edge. I felt a moment of panic as he grunted, as my pussy grasped at him, and then I felt his cock twitching. As I stared down at him wide-eyed I realized that he must be coming inside me. I could feel his come, warm ,hot, and sticky, filling my insides. Bathing the walls of my pussy. Filling me with some of it dribbling out but most of it would be moving up inside me. Traveling towards my inner depths. It was as though that warmth was filling me.
I'd seen Matt's come on more than one occasion. I'd gotten it on me before. I'd even tasted it on the very rare occasion when I went down on him. And it was so odd to think that stuff was filling me, that another man's seed was traveling up inside me.
Jared's muscles were straining underneath me and I was gasping and moaning. I couldn't believe it. Another man was blowing his load inside my completely unprotected pussy and there was absolutely nothing protecting me! Shit!
My first time fucking, and it wasn't with my husband. It wasn't even with my fiancé or boyfriend. It was just with some random guy I'd met a week ago, that I had no intention of fucking until I got carried away, and yet now that I'd done it my mind was blown. It was so fucking incredible. I found myself wondering what the hell I'd been waiting for all this time! Why had I been denying myself this incredible feeling?
We were poised on the edge of indescribable pleasure for another moment, and then I collapsed down on top of him and I was peppering his face with kisses in thanks for the incredible feelings he'd just sent coursing through my body. I never knew it could be this good. I never knew sex could feel like this. I never knew what I was missing and I was kicking myself for missing out on it for so long.
And more than anything I felt a burning desire in the pit of my stomach. A burning desire to try this out with Matt.
Only thinking of Matt, thinking of that burning desire and my maybe boyfriend, only served to cause a burning guilt to settle in the pit of my stomach right alongside that burning desire.
Holy shit. I'd just fucked another man. I'd just done the exact thing that Matt said I was going to do when this whole argument started. He'd just won the argument in a major way, and I wasn't sure how the hell I was going to live with the guilt. I wasn't sure how the hell it was going to affect our relationship considering its already precarious position.
Okay, so that was a lie. I knew exactly how this was goin
g to affect our relationship. It was going to bypass the smoldering fuse that had been burning over the past week and go straight to the powder keg which was going to blow up taking our relationship right along with it.
I was ashamed of myself, and in that moment I decided Matt could never know about this. Not because of the argument, that was small potatoes compared to what had happened at this point. No, the main reason he could never know about this was that I had a moment of clarity where I realized that he was the only man I wanted in my life. Sure we had problems, but we could work them out. At least I prayed we could work them out after this.
About the only path that I saw to working out those problems was if he never knew about this. I felt horrible about it, but it had to be done.
I looked down at Jared and wondered what to do about this. Wondered where to go from here. I didn't want a relationship with him, no matter how fun rolling around in bed with him had been. No matter how incredible the experience had felt.
Then he took the decision out of my hands. He pulled away and I felt his cock withdrawing from my pussy. I could feel his seed leaking out of my pussy, and as I looked down I realized that a strange man's load was dribbling out from between my legs and it was staining my bed. Damn it. I was going to have to do laundry now on top of dealing with this burning guilt. Talk about adding insult to injury.
"That was great Lisa," he said. "We're really going to have to do this again sometime."
He stood and I watched in disbelief as he started pulling his clothes on. I watched in disbelief because I was surprised that I was upset he was pulling his clothes on, wasn't getting him the hell out of my dorm room exactly what I'd been trying to figure out just moments ago? But mainly I was staring in disbelief because I couldn't believe he was actually getting up and leaving!