This happened a few months back, last September to be exact, but I'm just getting around to writing it now. Better late then never right?
Anyway, I remember how it began so clearly. I was scrolling through my facebook newsfeed one night when I came across a picture of the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. Perfect medium length brown hair, brown eyes, probably around 5'10, muscular, 21yrs old, and Italian. Exactly my type. Myself, I'm 20, 5'5, thin but curvy (32C, size 2, large butt), reddish brown hair, hazel eyes. I creeped on his facebook only to discover that he was in the fraternity my sorority hung out with often. Since I had just recently joined this sorority, this is probably why I hadn't noticed him at events. By the time I saw this facebook picture, it was about to be summer break. So I made a promise to myself that once the fall semester came, I would make every effort to socialize with him and see where it went.
Fall semester comes around, and the first social event of the semester is with his frat. Long story short, we do end up talking and hanging out pretty much the whole event. We flirted, drank beer, and didn't think about how the next day was our first day of classes. I left the event feeling butterflies in my stomach like no other and the lust I had for him grew exponentially.
We had exchanged numbers at the social event and I waited about a week to text him. I asked if he wanted to get dinner with me on campus that night. I honestly did not expect much from this dinner, but boy was I wrong. We ended up sitting in my schools dining hall for well over two hours just talking and flirting. It felt like we had been friends for ages, and there was definate flirting going on, as well as some playful touching. Come 10pm and the dining hall is closing, but neither of us wanted to leave each other. He said he had plans to go out to the bar with some of his frat brothers that night, and he invited me to go with him. I agreed. I quickly ran back to my dorm and put on a slightly more revealing outfit (black tight skirt with a low cut crop top and a cardigan).
At the bar, it didn't take long for things to get heated. It started off pretty slowly with us holding hands because the bar was packed. As I reached across the bar to grab my drink, I made sure to "accidentally" stick my ass in his crotch. He responded by putting his hands on my hips and then slowly moving them back to my ass. The music was good and we began to grind.
It doesn't take long for us to move to the back of the bar and for him to push me against the wall and kiss me passionately. I had been anticipating this kiss since I saw his facebook months back and that made it so intense and left me wanting more. Except it was hardly a kiss, it was a full blown makeout. As I was pressed against the wall of the bar, he rubbed his cock up against my pussy through our clothes and it was rock hard. I move my hand down and rubbed him over his jeans and he puts his hand under my skirt and grabs my ass and gently rubs over my pussy through my thong. I didn't even care that the bar was packed. I didn't care who saw me. At this point, I would have let him fuck me right in the middle of the bar I was that horny.
After a few more minutes of kissing and touching, I ask him to come back to my dorm with me. I could not wait to have him inside me and I needed to leave the bar right then and there. We walk hand and hand back to my dorm, and as soon as we get back he picks me up while still kissing me and throws me on my bed while getting on top of me. He moves his kisses down to my neck and between kisses, he gives my neck some biting, sucking, and licking.
I moan in pleasure as this sends shivers throughout my body. He takes my shirt and bra off, and then takes his shirt off and continues to kiss me while skin on skin with me. His sweet kisses move down to my tits and I get more excited as I feel his warm mouth sucking on one nipple while he squeezes my other tit. It was this moment that he told me he is a huge boob guy, and it showed. He must have played with my boobs for what seemed like hours, just kissing, sucking and caressing them. At this point, my pussy is beyond soaked so I tell him. Im only in my thong at this point, so he takes it off and slips two fingers inside me while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. He could not believe how soaked I was, and I could hear the sounds of his fingers slide in and out of my pussy.
This continues for a few minutes and then I wanted to please him. I pull his pants down and I can see his throbing cock through his boxers. I kid you not, even through boxers, I have never seen something so big. So thick. So perfect. I'm not good with measurments but I would estimate around 9 inches, and THICK. He knows its big too, so when I made a remark about it, he responded with "yeah, I know, must be the Italian in me".
I take him into my mouth and I taste his precum hit the back of my tounge. I hear him moan as I suck and lick his huge cock and tease him by licking his balls too. I wish I could have sucked his cock longer, I really do. I truly enjoy sucking cock, and I especially enjoyed having his in my mouth. But I was only able to for a few minutes before he asked to fuck me.
In our state of lust, neither of us cared that we didn't have a condom. I was (and still am) on birth control and we both trusted each other when we said we had clear STD tests. So, he positioned himself on top of me and slid his cock into my soaked pussy.
If I'm being honest, it hurt at first. I had never had a cock even remotely close to as big as his and my tight little pussy certainly was not used to it. But it was pleasurable at the same time. The fact that I had his huge cock inside me turned me on like no other and every inch of my pussy was completely filled up by his cock. He stayed on top for a while, and then after a bit I went on top and rode his cock, while it hit the best spots perfectly with every thrust. We take a break from sex for a bit, and he eats me out and I cum all over his face, which just makes me even more wet. He gets on top of me again, and after a few more minutes he tells me he's about to cum. I beg him to cum inside me, and once I did, he had the hungriest most lustful look on his face. Being cummed inside of turns me on like no other and I guess cumming inside a girl turns him on a lot too.
A few seconds later he cums in me and I can feel the warm liquid fill me up. He stays inside me for a bit while caressing my face, kissing me, and trying to catch his breath. He stayed overnight and he cuddled me all night, and left the next morning when he had to go to work.
I figured this was a one time thing, as we really did not have any contact after this. I didn't mind too much, we both got what we wanted. But I couldn't help but lust after him like crazy even months after the fact. Just the other day, I get a snapchat, and it's from him. And for the past few days we have been snapchatting nude pictures to each other. It looks like something may be happening again, I surely hope so. Only time will tell.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3b1apz/finally_fucked_the_guy_i_was_lusting_after_for
So damn sexy! I hope you let us know if anything else happens with him.
He’s in a fraternity but had to go to work the next day?? Hmmm….cool story though.
Lots of college students have jobs, including ones in the morning. I did. There are also internships, co-ops, practica, and assistantships. Your skepticism isn’t misplaced, I just wanted to point out how many things might be considered ‘work’ for a college student.
Can you do that in grad-school? Your story had me interested in pursuing my PhD. Who would’ve thought… I like the fycking universe.
Lol what? Plenty of college kids work including those in greek life
By Greek life- you mean academia? Why I’m not aware of it is because I’m not American. Asian Persuasion as they say.
Cool. Thanks for the info. Reason I’m not aware is because I’m not American. Asian persuasion as they say.
Greek life means someone who is in a fraternity or sorority.
Can you work a job during grad school? I don’t know what things are like in whatever country you’re from, but in the USA, grad school is expensive as *FUCK*, so just about everybody works at least part-time even if they’re a full-time student. Most doctoral (eg. PhD) candidates work full-time, usually at that institution or another. If you’re asking, "Can you join a fraternity/sorority as a grad student", the answer is generally no. While each organization has its own silly rules, there’s generally no rule against letting grad students join but very few would actually extend an invitation. That said, it’s a very juvenile thing to be involved in, so most grad students have no interest in joining.
Wow that was hot! Loved the description of you telling him to cum inside you
Fake
LOL. Not fake at all sweetheart. But think what you want I guess..
In a moment like that, you won’t be able to recount with such vivid detail. This is more like a ‘read too much 50 shades’ and needed to write out her fantasy as if it actually happened. "The fact that I had his huge cock inside me turned me on like no other and every inch of my pussy was completely filled up by his cock." And the supposed climax "A few seconds later he cums in me and I can feel the warm liquid fill me up." .. Who the fuck writes like that.. I wouldn’t even expect such drivel from a Readers Digest..
I literally have no reason to lie, I know what happened and this isn’t a lie at all lmfao but think what you want. Don’t like the way I write? Fine, but no need to make ignorant comments. And for the record sweetheart I’ve never bothered to read 50 shades but cute assumption :)
You’ve called two commenters ‘sweetheart’ in a condescending manner. That’s a telltale sign you aren’t being genuine. It’s a quip, as if it makes you seem somehow confident you don’t need to prove yourself to anyone. But it has the opposite effect in reality.. It’s a poor attempt to convey experience and it’s as transparent as your story. As I said, nobody would be able to vividly recount detail like that , especially in such a moment. Even if you *COULD* somehow remember every little detail like it was written or recorded, your writing itself screams fiction. It’s akin to a fantasy journal entry or a short story. Tout the line though. I know you will.
I have no reason to make something up. I really don’t. But at the end of the day, I know that what happened is true and that’s all that really matters. It’s your choice to believe me or not and I can’t control that. Despite what you may think, I do remember specific details from this hook up. He’s one of two people I’ve had sex with in the past year so it’s not like I have a ton of guys to try and remember. Certian things turn me on a lot (being cummed inside of, oral sex, ect), that when they happen, I do remember very clearly how it went down, especially since sex with this person was only a one time thing. It’s not like I’ve had sex with him many times and I’m trying to remember one random specific time. I get most people aren’t like that, but that doesn’t mean you should jump down my throat and say I’m lying.