Spanking and fucking a younger woman [m/f] during my last year at college.

I should say right off the bat that this story involves a girl cheating on her boyfriend, and includes dirty talk and some BDSM elements, including spanking. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read something from a different contributor! I have ambivalent feelings about what happened back then, and I would probably never help a woman cheat again. But this was one of the most amazingly hot encounters I’ve ever had, and so I wanted to share it with the people of gonewildstories.

This happened more than a decade ago during my last year of college. I was a "super senior," 23 years old, and slim but in decent shape with a hint of muscle tone. I'm 6'1" with blue eyes and light brown hair.

I was living with two female roommates at the time. It's an experience I'd never repeat if I were that age again. This story isn't about either one of them, thank god! It's about me and one of their high school friends who I'll call Marie. Marie was 19 at the time. She was probably about 5'6", which I considered tall for a girl (I usually like very petite women) and she was very full-figured, though in no way fat. Think wide hips, shapely ass, and large breasts with a small waist. She had brown hair and eyes, and was of Russian Jewish stock. The closest person I could compare her to would be the pornstar Sweet Kacey aka Kacey Cox. Marie’s complexion was maybe a tad darker, and of course her face was different, but she had a similar body from what I remember.

Marie had been hanging around our apartment off and on during the whole school year. I'd chatted with her a little bit, but I'd never seen her in a sexual way, maybe because I'd been going through a drawn-out breakup with long-distance girlfriend who had graduated a year ahead of me and had moved back in with her parents in another state.

Anyway, Marie came over one summer afternoon when my roommates and I were planning to go to a big outdoor annual festival held every year in our city. It was early afternoon, and we were drinking. I think that day was the first time I realized how attractive Marie was. She was wearing a low-cut v-neck t-shirt and had gotten rid of the unstylish wire-rim frames she usually wore. Instead, she was wearing contacts and just a hint of eyeliner.

We played some kind of drinking game with cards (sorry, I'm old enough now that I haven't done anything like that in years, so I don't remember the exact details). At some point, I realized that she was flirting with me, quite directly. She dropped a bunch of hints about liking "tall skinny guys with glasses" who were into indie rock, and I fit that description perfectly.

The more we drank, the clearer it got that she was into me. At a certain point it was time to leave for the festival. My two roommates, Abby and Beth, were completely hammered at this point, and feeling happy, but they were also being possessive of Marie. They kept pointedly bringing up her boyfriend, Matt, who they'd all gone to high school with and who now went to college in another town. They could clearly tell that she was into me, and were determined to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid.

Luckily, large crowds and alcohol interfered with their cock-blocking maneuver. We arrived at the festival, which was something like a big block party with live music. All of the streets had been blocked off, and then police were patrolling for people with glass containers or who needed medical attention. It was total chaos, and I decided that this crowd scene was the perfect opportunity to get closer to Marie.

As we were fighting our way through the crowd to try to reach a certain address where Beth's friends were having a house party, I reached back and took Marie's hand. She immediately latched onto my hand and let me guide her forward through the crowd.

When we came to a small open area on the grass, I turned around and looked back, trying to find Beth and Abby. I caught a glimpse of Abby (never the classiest girl to begin with) squatting in the flower bed of a nearby house. Beth waved at me and shrugged.

"Let's keep moving," said Marie, still holding my hand, "we'll meet up with them later."

I didn't need to be encouraged to lose my roommates, so I led Marie through the crowd to the house we'd been looking for.

When we got there, we were greeted by two fratty looking guys who told us that the cops had told them they couldn't let anyone else in. That seemed like very sage advice. People were spilling out onto the porch, and it looked hot and cramped inside.

"I've got some beers back in my room," said Marie, "want to get them and then bring them back here to meet Beth and Abby?"

I wholeheartedly agreed to the idea of going back to her room. I only hoped that she didn't have a roommate who was intent on interfering with her private life.

We walked back to her dorm for about ten minutes, still holding hands. When we got back to her room, she pounced on me immediately and we began making out furiously on her bed. My hands were all over her large breasts, then under her shirt, where I skillfully unhooked her front-clasping bra with one hand.

She stopped me for a moment to pull her shirt over her head and throw her bra to the side, smiling as she saw the look on my face when I saw her enormous tits, one slightly bigger than the other, both crowned with small pink nipples.

She giggled and then pressed a button on her stereo and started the Yo La Tengo album “I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One,” which we’d been discussing early in the day.

A few minutes later, I was on top of Marie on her bed, savoring her sighs as I paid her nipples close attention.

“I’m so glad that we lost Beth and Abby,” she said slyly, running her fingers through my hair as I kissed up her neck, “they were playing the slut police.”

“I know,” I said, “don’t worry — I won’t prevent you from being as slutty as you want to be.”

She laughed.

“I don’t know if you could prevent me.”

“Oh yeah? So you like being a slut?”

“Let’s just say that I like guys who know how to treat slutty girls,” she said.

This admission made my already rock-hard cock even harder.

“I think you’re in luck,” I said, “because I happen to know exactly how to treat slutty girls like you.”

I looked into her eyes, expecting her to at least blush a little bit at being basically called a slut so directly, but she had the biggest grin on her face.

“Show me,” she said.

I grabbed her hair and the base of her neck and pulled her in for a long, slow, slightly forceful kiss.

Then I decided to play on a hunch.

“What would your boyfriend Matt say if he saw you here on your back in your dorm room, making out with an older guy?” I whispered, my lips teasing hers.

She let out a low whimper.

“Well?”

“He’d think I was a cheating whore,” she whispered.

“What was that?” I asked, more loudly and forcefully.

“He’d think I was a cheating whore,” she said in a louder, firmer voice.

“You are a cheating whore,” I told her, “and do you know what happens to cheating whores?”

“Mmm mmm.”

“They get punished.”

“Mmm,” she said, reaching down to stroke my cock, which was practically bursting out of my pants, “how?”

“They get spanked,” I said.

“Then I guess you better spank me,” she teased.

“I’m going to do exactly that,” I said, breaking our embrace and sitting up on the side of the bed.

She eagerly crawled over my lap and then arched her back briefly so she could unsnap and unzip her jeans.

It was no small task pulling the tight-fitting jeans over her curvaceous rear, but she was determined to help. In a matter of half a minute or so we’d overcome the obstacle presented by her rear and her pants and panties were at her ankles. The musky smell of pussy filled the small dorm room.

“It seems like being a slut makes you wet,” I commented, running a finger along her slit and slipping a finger gently between her lips. She was already ready to be fucked, but I wasn’t anywhere near ready to fuck her, even if my cock was leaking precum all over my jeans.

I should say here that my previous girlfriend and I had been very into BDSM, and so I had experience in the spanking department. And I knew that by spanking Marie for the first time I was walking into a minefield of sorts. I had to be careful to respond to her signals and not push her beyond her comfort zone. The fact that we were both wasted and horny as fuck didn’t make this any easier, but I was still resolved to take things slowly.

The most important thing about giving a spanking — at least a long spanking — is making sure that the spankee is warmed up. You shouldn’t just start smacking her as hard as you possibly can (well, you can, and some girls actually like that, but it makes for a shorter and, in my opinion, less enjoyable experience) you have to slowly increase her pain tolerance.

This is exactly what I did with Marie. I would give her two softer spanks, one on each cheek, then I’d follow up with a single much harder spank on a different area of her ass.

At first, she began taunting me, asking if that was really the best I could do, but I remained quiet. I did, however, reach down and place her two arms together at the small of her back, holding them firmly there for a moment so that she knew she was not to move them.

I varied the rhythm to keep Marie guessing, taking her through peaks, valleys and plateaus of intensity. After several minutes of this — the fuzzy, droning music of Yo La Tengo was the perfect accompaniment — I began to hit her harder and harder. I also started landing a few blows across her warm, wet pussy lips.

She moaned each time I hit her. I could tell she was extremely turned on, and slipped the thumb of my right hand into her pussy while I spanked her with my left. The fingers of my right hand teased her clit, while my thumb massaged her g-spot.

“I want you to come for me,” I whispered.

My efforts soon had their intended effect. Marie kicked her legs downward onto the bed and her toes curled involuntarily as her pussy began to spasm. I spanked her even harder as she came, smacking her shapely ass so hard that my hand hurt.

“Fuck!!!” she shouted, “Fuck that’s good!”

I held my thumb deep in her pussy as her spasms slowly relented, then slowly extracted it, her pussy fighting me the whole time.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “I've never been spanked, but I always fantasized about it. That was better than I ever imagined.”

“Good,” I said, “but now you need to show me how grateful you are.”

She didn’t need any clarification. A moment later, she was on her knees in front of where I sat on the edge of the bed. She tore at my belt buckle and pulled down my boxers (yes, it was the early 2000s), letting my erection spring up into her face.

She looked up at me and said the three words that make every man feel like a million dollars:

“It’s so big!”

I didn’t care if she was lying or not, it put a huge smile on my face.

She grinned up at me and took my cock deep into her throat, swallowing me all the way on the very first stroke. Of course this proved to be too much, and a second later she was coughing and choking, a string of saliva leading from my cock to her mouth.

“Let me try that again.”

“Please do.”

Now it was my turn to groan. She deep-throated me expertly, again and again, working my balls with her hands and moaning as she did so.

Now I am actually very verbal during sex. I’m told it’s kind of rare for men, but lots of girls that I’ve been with absolutely love it. Dirty talk really adds to the act for me, and the fact that Marie had already started the dirty talk, and the fact that we were both intoxicated, made me lose most of my inhibitions.

“Suck that fucking cock like you mean it, bitch,” I growled, grabbing a handful of her hair.

Marie moaned in response, redoubling her efforts.

“Good fucking slut. What would Matt say if he saw my big prick in your mouth?”

“Mmmm.”

“Fucking look at me, slut.”

Marie looked up at me with her big brown eyes that were slightly watering now from the force of the deep-throating she was performing.

“Tell me that my cock is bigger than Matt’s.”

I didn’t care if it was actually true or not. I just wanted to hear her say it.

She immediately complied.

“Your cock is bigger than Matt’s.”

“You said that so quickly that it must be true.”

She smiled and began to lick my balls.

"You love sucking cock don't you?"

"Mm hm."

I groaned in pleasure, looking in a mirror above a dresser at the beautiful young woman on her knees servicing me. I could see her naked ass as well, still quite red from the spanking I’d given her.

“Get up,” I commanded, “I’m going fuck you.”

“Do you have a condom?”

“No. Do you?”

“No,” she said, a look of concern crossing her face for a moment, “but my roommate does.”

She went to the other side of the room and opened her roommate's dresser. She handed me the condom and then began to lick my balls as I fiddled with the wrapper.

I'd had bad experiences with condoms in the past where I'd lost erections while trying to get them on, so I was a little apprehensive about wearing one. But the sensation of Marie's eager tongue on my sac kept me hard as a rock and I was ready for action quickly.

I grabbed Marie and pushed her back onto the bed, spreading her legs and positioning my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She reached down to help me get the angle right, and smiled sweetly as I began to enter her.

“You’re so fucking cute,” I panted, pushing her legs back further, “I can’t wait to see your face when you come for me again.”

She blushed.

“You’re cute too. Please fuck me?”

I reached down and placed her arms up over her head and held them there with one hand while supporting myself with the other. She responded to this dominant gesture by pulling me in even closer with her legs.

Even through the condom, her pussy felt amazing. Although I was, at 23, only four years older than her, it still felt incredible to be inside a 19-year-old. Even now, years later, I still jerk off to the image of her below me, begging me to fuck her while I hold her arms above her head.

It took a few strokes for her to get used to my size, but finally I was sliding smoothly in and out of her, her lips gripping my member tightly on each outstroke.

I took the same strategy I had during the spanking: a slow, rhythmic build followed by periods of more rapid fucking to keep her guessing.

“Fuck me Jake,” Marie moaned, using my name for the first time, “I need your cock.”

“Tell me you love it.”

“I love getting fucked by your big cock, Jake. Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this for months.”

I started to slam her as hard as I could, and an obscene slapping sound filled the room as I drove my prick into her dripping pussy again and and again. Her flimsy wooden dorm bed was crashing into the wall now with each thrust, and Marie was moaning and urging me on with a lack of inhibition that only alcohol can provide.

"Yes, Jake," she yelled, "oh fuck yes!"

Neither of us thought about the noise we were making, of course, until suddenly someone from the hallway yelled, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

I stopped immediately, mid-stroke, looking into Marie’s terror-stricken eyes.

“I can’t get written up,” she whispered, “we have to keep it down. God it's so hard when you're fucking me like this."

I had an idea. I slowly pulled out of her and adjusted the condom.

"Give me the pillow," I said.

I positioned her crossways on the bed, face down with a pillow under her hips. Now I wouldn’t be slamming the bed into the wall each time I entered her.

Then I untangled her panties from the legs of her pants and held them up.

"This is how we'll keep you quiet."

She smiled at me, then opened her mouth. I pushed the small piece of fabric into her mouth and then got onto the bed behind her.

She lifted her ass to help me get inside her pussy once again. It took a few moments for us to adjust to this new position, but soon I was gliding smoothly into her from behind, and we were making much less noise.

And, because I could once again see into the mirror above the dresser, I had an incredible view of the whole scene.

From this vantage point, I noticed what could only have been a prom picture of Marie and her boyfriend Matt in a frame displayed on the dresser.

This made the whole scene even dirtier for some reason, and even hotter.

“You fucking slut,” I growled, slamming downwards into her, “cheating with an older man. You’re a fucking cheating whore and you love it.”

“Mmmmm!” she groaned, clearly aroused by my dirty talk.

“I’m fucking you better than he ever has or could,” I groaned, “just fucking admit it, whore.”

Of course, with the panties in her mouth, there was no way for her to actually admit it, but I took her whimpers of delight for the confirmation I was looking for.

I reached down and started to slap her ass, hard, as I fucked her. I’d forgotten about the noise, and only wanted to give this hot little slut the punishment she was craving.

“God this pussy is good. You’re so fucking tight. I want you to come on this fucking cock, whore. Come for me, slut. Fucking come!” I ordered, slapping her ass as I drove my prick into her harder and harder.

I felt her tense up again, and she shrieked into her panty gag.

“Come for me. Come like the fucking slut you are.”

I slapped her ass again and again with my right hand, and then, as I felt her reach what I took to be the point of no return, I pressed my thumb to her puckered asshole. I didn’t push it inside her, just put pressure on it while she orgasmed.

She screamed into her panties, her cunt clamping down on my cock and forcing me to stay inside her until her orgasm subsided.

“Good girl,” I said, “come on that fucking cock.”

She pressed her ass back against my thumb, clearly enjoying the way I was probing her hole.

Finally, her orgasm faded and her pussy relaxed enough that I could start fucking her again.

Now it was my turn to get off. I stopped caring about her pleasure, and started using her hot teenage body like a fuck doll.

I grabbed her hair and pulled up her head so that she was looking into my eyes in the reflection of the mirror. Her face was flushed from the exertion of orgasm and the heat of the poorly-air conditioned dorm room.

“Look at yourself, getting fucked like this right in front of a picture of your boyfriend. Does he know what a fucking whore you are?”

Marie only moaned in response. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard as I could, feeling my own long-delayed orgasm approaching rapidly.

“I’m going to come,” I announced, pulling out and pushing her onto her back. Marie knew exactly what I wanted. She lay back, took the panties out of her mouth, closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

“Give me your cum, please, Jake.”

I stripped off the condom and aimed for Marie’s face, stroking my cock only a few times before I exploded all over her, sending spurts of semen onto her tongue, lips, neck and tits.

“Jesus,” I panted, lying next to her, “that was intense.”

“Mmm,” she said, “you taste so good.”

I looked over to see her licking my cum off her fingers.

“That’s so hot,” I gasped, still catching my breath, “god damn it.”

“Mmm… I love being a slut,” she said.

“I told you I know how to deal with girls like you.”

She slid down towards my cock and smiled up at me, taking my tender member into her mouth and gently licking up the last of my cum.

We cuddled for a few minutes, then fell asleep with the sounds of “Spec Bebop” filling our ears.

When I woke up a few hours later, it was dark, and I could hear Marie in an intense whispered discussion with someone on the other side of the dorm room door.

I propped myself up and asked her what was going on.

“It’s my roommate,” she said, “you’ve gotta go.”

“No problem,” I said, trying to get my bearings in the dark room.

“I’m coming with you,” said Marie, pulling on a new pair of shorts.

A few minutes later, we were standing in the hallway.

“Where should we go?”

“Back to your place. It’s only 9:00. Abby and Beth are probably still partying.”

[Stay tuned for more…]

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