by Wild, Suzy
I trailed kisses across his pecs, down, licking his abs. He knew what was coming. I could here him gasping as I ripped his belt open and pulled the button son his jeans apart, my moth still sliding across his rock sold abs.
I dropped to the floor in a deep squat, pulling down his remaining clothes in one move and was rewarded my the site of the meatiest cock I’d experienced so far staring to attention right in my face.
“Oh my God!” I murmured wrapping a hand around it. It was so thick, he had a bulbous head that seemed too large for the shaft, like a huge mushroom cap, the shaft trailing away into a short trimmed pubic hair, his balls and cock completely clean shaven. I ran one hand down those abs, the other gently working the shaft and licked the entire length of his cock, making him shiver and sending the penis twitching n y hand. God, I was so wet in my panties. I liked around the rim of his head and looked up at him. His head was tilted back, his eyes half closed as he watched me. I flicked my hair back and held his eye contact as I widened my mouth and slipped the pulsating head into the wet heat of my mouth. Brad groaned. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, letting my tongue swirl all around his head. I felt a hand go to the back of my head, gently caressing my hair. I concentrated on sliding the entire length of his dick deep not my mouth. No easy task with it’s size. With my lips nuzzling his pubes I gave my head a little wiggle from side to side and heard him gasp. I slowly slid my mouth up his rod, keeping the head inside my mouth, then back down again, my hand at the base of this penis holding him still as I increased the rhythm, sliding that thick cock in and out of my mouth.
As the rhythm increased his other hand came to the side of my head and he was ever so gently rocking my head in rhythm with the movements as his pole slurped and slipped in my mouth.
I was enjoying this, giving my first blow job, but the heat in my own pussy was too much, I wanted to move on. I pulled his cock out and worked the shaft fast and hard with my hand. Brad groaned some more as I sped up. I moved my other hand to his balls and gently stated pulling at them. He was close. A drop of glistening pre-cum appeared in the small slit at the end of his cock and I plunged the whole thing back into my mouth, working it with my lips and my hand. His hips heaved and scalding hot liquid filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow it as his body bucked in my mouth, his cock jetting sperm right into my throat. When he was done. I pulled my mouth away, a thin line of spunk hung from the end of his cock to the corner of my mouth and I wiped it away with the back of my hand as he looked down at me panting hard. I stood and kissed him. At first he resisted tasting his own seed, but then his tongue was pressing against mine, swirling around my mouth.
I was still wearing my jersey dress, now he ripped it up and over my body, I saw his eyes widen as he took in my full breasts, my slim tight waist. He was completely naked, his cock already hardening again as he locked at my body like a predator and I felt a nervous swirl of fear in the pit of my stomach as his yes fixed on my mound where only my panties protected me.
He practically threw me onto the bed and actually physically ripped my panties off. The sudden rush of cold air to my wet pussy sent another thrill of arousal through me and then, with his mouth on mine his fingers were pushing into my pussy, sliding through the slick passage, first on, the two, then a third, He was working his hand fast as we kissed.
I ran my fingers through his hair, tired to exert some pressure on his head, more than anything I wanted him to go down on me, to taste my sopping pussy, but he resisted, then instead was suddenly atop me, his body hot and heavy on mine, my breasts flattened beneath him as he ran hot kisses up and down my neck. Any resolve I had dissolved as I felt the head of his dick rubbing across my slit and I bucked my hips so that huge head slipped in past the tight lips. God! I heard him gasp as the sudden heat on his cock, my pussy exploded in sensation as the head slipped in, the slips closing around his shaft.
“Ah, ah, ah!” was all I could manage, God I was coming already, just the tip of his cock was in and I was cumming hard.
He either didn’t realize or didn’t care as he slid the rest of his length in filling my pussy and he began to pound away fast as I lay there seeing stars of ecstasy. I gripped his smooth muscled butt cheeks as his hips rocketed his cock in and out of my slippery tunnel, marveling at the rippling definition is his chest and shoulders as his arms braced above me. His rhythm faltered and I felt his dick pulsate and my pussy fill with his hot seed as his hips bucked and he groaned, his weight falling back on me.
Both our bodies were sheeted in sweat, the only sound was our panting. I felt him begin to wilt and he gingerly moved out of me and rolled to one side. I curled into him, trailing a hand across that magnificent body, letting my nails drift over his chest and abs.
“Suzy...” he began, but I silenced him with a long, deep kiss, letting my hand drift lower to cradle the hot wetness of his heavy penis. Our tongues swirled and I gently stroked him back to hardness, an operation that took only a couple of minutes. I wondered at how his length swelled and grew in my hand, from a soft heavy form to a rock hard pillar that I could barely encircle with my fingers. I wasn’t done with Brad yet.
I slid across his body and straddled him. With one hand I guided him towards the molten heat of my pussy, slick with both our juices he slipped easily in with a gasp. I slowly began sliding backwards and forwards, using my hips to generate the motion, keeping my clit pressed against the hardness of his body, marveling at the full sensation of his cock deep inside me. I scratched my nails down his chest, across his abs, and his hands came up to my firm breasts, kneading them, his fingers finding and tweaking my rock hard nipples sending shivers of delight through me.
I pressed my weight down harder and increased the tempo. The sweat was dripping of my body on to his glistening torso. His hands came to my hips and the muscles in his arms bulged as he rocked me back and forward. He tried to lift me lightly, but I pushed back down and drove on harder, my hips almost moving in a blur as I felt the cascade of an orgasm welling up deep inside me. Then it came and my head was tipped back in a silent scream as my pussy pulsed and squeezed at him with a mind of its own.
I’d stopped moving as the sensation overwhelmed me and he held me tight onto his body with his hand, biting his own lip, trying to control his own pleasure. As the wave subsided and I slumped forward he surprised me with a deft roll, suddenly he was on top, my ankles were up around his shoulder, my sex arched towards him and this tim it was him who was controlling the action, pumping in and out. I strained my neck and locked down past the mound of my breasts, past his tight muscles and watched his dick, glistening as it pulled out to the head then plunged back in right up to his heavy balls. His hips moved frantically and with a cry he suddenly pulled free of me. My legs collapsed to the side and he was kneeling between them his right hand working his shaft furiously, his face screwed in a grimace of ecstasy as his hot spunk jetted all over my body. His convulsions slowed and finished and he flopped down to the other side of me breathing hard. I just lay there, completely spent.
After a couple of minutes he rolled off to the side and stood up. I turned to watch him as he picked up his clothes and snugged his jeans up over his hips.
“You don’t have to leave you know.” I said.
He slipped his t-shirt on and grinned at me sheepishly, “I kind of do actually.”
I looked at him quizzically. He shuffled awkwardly, “Look, Suzy, this, this was, well, fantastic. You’re gorgeous, your body... wow, but I, the thing is, look, I tried to tell you, I’ve got a girlfriend.” His voice trailed off. I didn’t let me face betray my emotions. There was short silence.
“At what point were you trying to tell me?” I asked.
“Er, before, you know... Look. I don’t want to fall out with you, but I don’t want to lose my girlfriend. How about both of us keep this our secret?” He said it a little too hopefully, no doubt the guilt already setting in. I flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Sure,” I sai
d in a flat voice. He leant over and I turned my head. He hesitated then gave me a peck on the cheek. I heard the door open, another hesitation.
“I’ll see you around?”
“Sure Brad.” The door shut. I waited then banged my curled fists into the mattress in frustration. I got up and poured a stiff drink. And another. That’s what I’m going to blame for what happened next.
I was drunk, that much is for sure. Drunk, angry, upset, humiliated. I should have gone to bed, but I slipped on my robe and staggered a few doors down the corridor to Kat’s. I hammered loudly. Great minds think alike. She answered the door dressed only in a long t-shirt and clutching a glass of wine.
“What is it?” She asked, seeing my face, and steering me into the room, the door closing behind us. I sat on the bed. She put a cold glass of wine in my hand and sat next to me and listened while I told her about Brad, a comforting arm around my shoulder.
“I can’t believe it,” I finished, turning to her. My face was inches from hers, there was a perfectly still moment, then she leaned forward ever to slightly and her mouth was on mine. Strangely, I wasn’t surprised and I responded, our lips locking together as our tongues danced around each other mouths. We fell back onto the bed, Kat’s arm still round me, her other hand went to the belt of my robe and pulled it undone, then she pushed it open, and I was lying there naked in front of her, our mouths still in an embrace. She pulled back and lay above me, looking at my body, her hand trailing across my breasts. I held my breath as she lazily traced her fingers across my stomach, down, lower, over my inner thighs, then suddenly her fingers were inside me. I groaned and bucked my hips up, my hand drifting up her thigh, pushing up the hem of her t-shirt. Now I could see that she was naked underneath, I could see the thin stripe of pubic hair, her nipples were hard through her shirt, I could feel her left one hard against me. My hand went to her sex and she gasped as my fingers ran across her slit. I could feel she was wet but I wanted to tease and trace circles around her opening. She started to move her hips, her body pleading for me to enter her, she gasped as my fingertips found her swollen slit and began to gently caress it.
I’d never touched another girl before, but I knew from my own body what worked best and I applied it now, gentles caresses of her clit before letting one finger slide slowly into the hot wetness of her sex. She lowered her head and began caressing kisses across my neck, down, lower, across my breast. She licked at the dried juices on my body, an incredible turn on, and as the warmth of her mouth circled over my hard nipples my back arched, my pussy pressing against the pressure of her fingers.
Her mouth worked lower and as she left a wet trial of kisses across my stomach I couldn’t help but squirm. Her own pussy drifted from my reach as she worked herself lower down the bed and I was left caressing her hair as her mouth found my haven, still slick with Brad’s spunk and my own sex juice. No one had ever gone down on me before and the sensation of her tongue as she probed me was almost too much. When the tip of her tongue found my clit and began swirling around it I was lost in ecstasy.
I couldn’t tell you how long it went on: minutes, hours? Maybe just seconds, but the orgasm when it came was explosive, like nothing I’d experienced before and at its shuddering conclusion I could lift me head just long enough to see Kat grinning at me from between my thighs, her mouth and chin slick with wetness. My head flopped back on the pillow and I was gone.
The morning was a little awkward. We awoke in each others arms, and I gently disentangled myself and left while Kat pretended to still be dozing. Neither of us mentioned what had happened, and in fact, sadly, our relationship seemed to cool over the next few days and weeks as if neither of us knew how to address what had happened.
After the experience with Brad I decided to swear off guys for a while. Kat starting seeing a guy called John, a third year student and captain of the rugby team, cute, blonde haired, amazing physique, (and she confided in me in a rare catch up, an amazing cock) but arrogant as hell with a string of broken hearts behind him. He was a player and I warned her to be careful, but she’d been swept off her feet. I met him a few times, and I had to admit, that while undoubtedly good looking, he seemed to exude a powerfully sexual charisma that drew people to him. You looked at him and wondered what sex with him would be like. I made a pact to stay away from him...
I also found out more about Brad. Turns out he was in the third year as well, a swimming star and that he and John hated each other! Brad and I kept bumping into each other and he always had a smile. In fact he went out of his way to be friendly, and after a while we were casual friends, catching up for coffee every now and again, chatting in the library. I still fancied him, and I think he me, but he was devoted, for some reason to his girlfriend, a pretty third year blonde. It’s funny how things work out though...
Like I said, I’d been seeing less of Kat, she was out with John a lot, and though we still had the odd catch up, it wasn’t like the days at the start of term. She started to look tired, she laughed and said it was due to the fact she was up all night screwing. John was insatiable apparently. I wasn’t the only one that had noticed his wondering gaze though, and he wasn’t short of female admirers, I think a lot of the fatigue Kat had came from trying to handle that and keep him on a short leash. As it turned out, she was prepared to go a long way to please him, further than either of us would have thought.
Kat had asked to meet me for a drink one evening. She looked nervous, and like she’d already had a few drinks herself. When I arrived she plonked two shots in front of me and smiled timidly.
“You’re going to need those,” she advised, sliding a tumbler of vodka and tonic towards me, “and that.”
I shrugged and downed the two shots, feeling the fire in my throat and belly as the tequila went down. I glugged half the vodka tonic to take away the taste.
“So what’s up?” I asked.
“We’re close right?”
“Yes.”
“We’ve shared some,” she paused, “stuff.” she looked embarrassed and I wondered where this was leading.
“Yes.”
“You remember during those first weeks that guy we both...” she trailed off.
I smiled in an effort to put her more at ease, “How could I forget. What a night. What nights we’ve had.” I said pointedly and this seemed to do the trick. She took a slug from her glass, her hands kneading nervously on the table once she’d put the glass down.
“It’s John.” she blurted out.
“What’s he done?” I asked.
“It’s not what he’s done, it’s what he wants.”
“I’m not sure I follow.”
“Suzy, you know the deal, girls are throwing themselves at him and he’s not always that good at shrugging them off. I don’t want to lose him,” she took a deep breath, “That’s why I want you to help me out, do me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” I asked though a sixth sense had begun to tingle.
“John wants a threesome.” She took another long drink, watching me through her glass. I did the same.
“I see.”
“You do?” Her glass clinked down.
“Well, not entirely, Kat, are you sure you want to do this? I mean...”
She was already nodding, “Yes, its’ not like we haven’t done it before, and, I don’t want to lose him. I can keep him happy this way. Just the once, it’s not long till the end of term. If I do this, then it will show him I’m committed.”
“I don’t know Kat, it seems an awfully strange way to show commitment. ARe you sure about it?”
“I’m sure. Are you?”
I gulped the vodka, “You want it to be me?”
“Yes.”
I nodded.
“When?”
Half an hour later and several stiff drinks later Kat paused with at her door. She turned to me.
“Two things, please, no kissing John, no fucking John. Ok?” I nodded and squeezed her hand. We were both nervous. How would
John be though, he didn’t know we were coming, Kat had just arranged to meet him in her room as normal.
We walked in and he was sprawled on the bed watching TV. He looked surprised to see me, then smiled, like he knew. He got up as we entered and Kat draped an arm over his shoulder, kissing him on the mouth.
“I asked Suzy to join us for a bit...” she let the sentence trail away, and emboldened by drink I stepped forward and slipped my arm over Kat’s shoulder. She turned her head to wars me and we shared a long, deep kiss.
If John had been in any doubt what we had in store for him, he wasn’t now, and he lunged forward. I could smell the vodka on his breath as he moved towards me, but Kat’s hand on his chest stopped him.
“Ah ah. We’re going to have some fun, but no kissing Kat, or screwing her.” She said firmly.
John’s mouth split into a grin and he shrugged. “Okay with me, if its okay with you?” He held my gaze and I felt his magnetism, his words loaded with meaning, but I played it cool.
“It’s fine with me,” I answered, circling my other arm round Kat’s waist. I thought I saw a smirk, maybe just in his eyes, but Kat’s head obscured my view as she moved in to kiss him again. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, breaking their kiss for a second.