This happened a few years ago, and I am a male.
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It was a Friday night, my senior year of college, and Friday nights were for one thing: getting drunk and/or high with my housemates, finding a party to go to, and trying to forget that Saturday morning we’d all be at the library again working on our theses.
On this particular night, we decided to try a big frat party that was happening – not exactly the routine party for us, a rather indy/liberal/queer house of 6, but it never hurts to try something new. Get the authentic college experience, right?
I didn’t think much as I got ready. As a permanently horny person, I’m always hopeful that my nights will end in something sexual, but I’d also gotten used to the routine. My housemates and I had a close-knit group of friends, so when you go out with a close group of 12 or so, you don’t exactly plan on ending the night with new people. I was okay with that. Still, it was a social Friday, night, so I tried to look nice. I threw on some nice jeans, a form-fitting v-neck, and a mild dose of some Calvin Klein cologne. Now’s a good time to describe myself: 6’2″ and lean, but with some nice definition. Olive white skin, dark hair, short facial hair, and a pretty solid jaw line. I’m not a universally hot guy, but I have enough unique and nice qualities that the people who do find me attractive seem to find me *really* attractive. I’m hit or miss, and that’s not a bad thing.
We got to the party, and it was bumping. Lots of kegs, probably 200 or so people, and good music, plus, we were all tipsy already. I eventually got a little bored of trying to make conversation with my friends over the loud music, so I excused myself to go get another beer, mainly just to walk through the crowd and say hi to people I knew. And that’s where my night shifted. I heard someone say my name, and turned around to see Katie, a girl I knew, but wasn’t really friends with. Katie was there with two people I didn’t know: one guy, and one girl, talking with each other such that I didn’t see the girl’s face. I stopped to give Katie a hug, and she introduced me to the other two people. The guy was forgettable. The girl was not. I locked eyes for a tiny bit longer than normal with London, as we were introduced. I wasn’t struck by her beauty or her sexiness, though she was both things. I was struck by her sultriness. She just looked *sultry*. I don’t mean that she was dressed in sultry clothing, but the gaze of her eyes, which lingered on mine for an extra second, made me feel like she was undressing me in her mind, and begging me to do the same to her.
London was short, which I’m wild about. Her hair was dirty blonde, her curves where everywhere, thank the lord, but her eyes. Oh, those sultry eyes.
Naturally, I decided to stay and chat for a while. Even with our prolonged eye contact and my extreme interest, I was mostly there for eye candy. At the time I didn’t have much confidence, so I didn’t tend to think people were interested in me. I also still had my friends waiting somewhere, which could lead the night in a different direction. But I stayed and talked. Together, the four of us meandered over to a keg, and refilled our beer cups.
We all talked, as a group, and London slowly started touching me within the rhythm of the conversation. She was a master of control and subtlety. She touched me just enough to fully pique my interest, but not enough to make Katie or the other guy notice. Gradually I started to incorporate some playful, natural touch of my own to confirm my interest, and it was game on. Suddenly it was as though London’s sole goal was to let me know her interest, without letting anyone else know. She’d make a joke and touch my arm, letting it linger just long enough to tell me something, but not the others. She’d touch my back for a second, which looks innocent enough, but slide her hand along my boxer brief line as she brought her hand back. This girl knew exactly what she was doing.
It only took one more drink for all of us to let the music hit us, and suddenly we were all dancing. London was dancing with me, but not in a particularly sexual way, or a way that cut us out of the group hang. Eventually, Katie and the other guy left, and with that, London turned around, so that her back and her gloriously curvy ass were against me. Again, she proved to be masterful at the subtlety of touch. As we moved with the blaring hip hop music, her body grazed mine more than it pressed up against it. It was clearly purposeful; she knew what I wanted, and she wanted to slowly introduce it to me, to maximize just how much I wanted it, and her.
Dancing behind her, I slowly started moving my hands over her body, trying to tease and torment her as much as she was with me. I grazed her sides, ran my finger along her pant line, traced the area under her breasts. Eventually she reached back with her hands and put them on my legs. Ever so slowly, she moved them up, until she reached my crotch.
To the surprise of nobody, I was hard at this point. Once she confirmed that, she let out something halfway between a giggle and a moan, and I was hooked. Armed with the knowledge that my penis was fully erect, London abandoned the grazing style of touch, and pressed her ass firmly into me. Our dancing became much more physical, as she worked our bodies against each other. As she pressed herself against me, she managed to pin my cock in between her cheeks, so that as she moved her ass around and against me, it moved my cock with it. Thank god for beer, I thought. Otherwise, I might’ve came right then and there.
After a few heavenly minutes that I spent wondering how I ended up with a perfectly voluptuous ass rubbing against me, London had had enough. She whipped around facing me, in the process grabbing onto the top of my jeans, and grazing the skin on the bottom of my torso. We locked lips, and began making out intensely. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but her kissing was tremendous. All the seduction encapsulated in her eyes came out through her mouth, as well. She was firm, but not rough; aggressive, but not sloppy; passionate, but still finessed.
For a few minutes we made out while dancing, but eventually our height difference of a foot, mixed with our inebriated lack of balance caught up to us, and we stumbled into a few less than amused party goers, and I fell flat onto the floor. Unlike our surroundings, London and I were amused, but, also unlike our surroundings, we knew that our night was ending in sex. Funny how that can make everything better.
That incident was just what we needed to get us out of the frat house, and in the direction of a bed. Once outside, we discussed options, and decided that my place was best, due to proximity and privacy. We started walking, and, as on the dance floor, our touch worked in crescendos. We started by holding hands, until eventually her hand found its way onto my torso or my jean line, and mine found its way to her perfection in the shape of an ass. That led to more making out, and then we’d start all over again with hand holding. Wash, rinse, repeat.
When we got to my place, I was happy to see that the rest of my friends were still out. Even though I had my own room, and my housemates and I were open about sex, it’s nice to not have to worry about asking a tipsy person to limit their sexual noises at 1 in the morning. London asked if we could have another drink, so I grabbed the fixings for vodka tonics, and led her up the stairs and into my room.
My room was tiny and, embarrassingly enough, my bed was an air mattress. Hey, it’s college. With my back to the bed, I began making our drinks while we engaged in small talk. I’d like to say I remember what we talked about, but I’m fairly sure that neither my mind, nor hers, was on the discussion. When I turned around to hand her her drink, she was already in my bed, under the covers. She told me to get in with her.
I quickly took off my pants, leaving on my shirt and boxer briefs, and pulled back the blankets. To my delight, she had stripped down to her bra and underwear, and I found myself staring. Her skin was so perfectly smooth, and now her curves were accentuated. Her firm, medium-sized breasts were on full display, and her stomach was so inviting that all I could do was reach out and touch it. She smiled and giggled at me as I crawled in the bed.
For a few minutes we mildly made out, stopping to take sips of our drink, and to talk. It was very nice, but eventually we both got antsy, and as I started to take another sip, she reached out, grabbed my glass, put it down, and pulled me into her grasp, whispering, “I want you”. Well, shit. If those aren’t the three best late night words in the english language, I don’t know what are.
With me on top, we began making out furiously, our hands delighting in the opportunity to explore every inch of the each other. She ran hers through my hair, while I traced her sides. She pressed against my pecs while I caressed her breasts through her bra. She ran a single finger across my v-lines while I started exploring the inside of her thigh.
Things were heating up fast and my lips wandered from hers, to her neck, to her breasts. As I squeezed and kissed her breasts she let out a moan, and, in one quick moment, seemed to pull off my shirt and unhook her bra all at once. With her bra off I began biting and licking her nipples, while she channeled her pleasure into her fingernails, which she ran across my back in perfect fashion. My left hand made it’s way to her thong, which was soaked, and with that, I began my path from her breasts to her pussy.
I slowly started kissing my way down her stomach, while my hand lightly teased her through her thong. As my mouth got closer and closer to her, her breaths got shorter, and her body began seizing. Finally, I was kissing along her thong line, and slowly pulled her last piece of clothing off of her body. I immediately caught a whiff of her juices, and I nearly lost my god damn mind. I love the smell of pussy to begin with, but this girl was perfect. Fresh, sweet, musky, sexual, earthy, all at once. I moaned and told her how good she smelled, as I kissed the area around her pussy. She moaned, uttered a few short-breathed “yes”s, and started pulling my hair.
I teased her for a few more seconds, but then she had had enough. With her fingers already in my hair, she gave me a sharp tug as soon as she felt me mouth start wandering down her leg. She pulled me right back to her pussy, and shoved my face in.
We were both in luck. Performing oral is my favorite part of sex, and it’s the one part that I can say confidently that I’m very good at. At the time, I was pretty inexperienced with vaginal sex, and I don’t have the world’s greatest stamina, so learning how to give great oral was in my best interest. I started by licking her labia and vagina, partly for the taste, partly to lube up my tongue, partly to tease her a little more. My hands explored her sides and her hips. Finally I unlatched, and moved my tongue up to her clit. I flicked it lightly a few times, and watched her squirm and mutter words that aren’t allowed on TV. I began to lick with a little more pressure, swirling a little more, until her moans became constant, and more guttural. I took my left hand and inserted two fingers into her; she voiced her approval with an “oh fuck yes”. I slowly worked up my speed until I was fingering her hard, swirling my tongue with just the right amount of pressure, and twisting her nipple. She was losing control of her body, shaking, and searching for any part of my body to grab hold of and squeeze hard. Just when I thought she might cum, she pulled my hair again and yanked me off her. She wasn’t going to let it happen that easily.
She sat up, and kissed me. She moaned, and commented on how much pussy juice was on my face. I told her how good she tasted, and how much I loved her wetness.
With a smirk and the biting of her lip, she threw me on my back, and slithered her way down my body, to where my cock was fighting to get out of my boxer briefs. She licked her lips, looked my in the eyes, and slowly started pulling my boxers off. At the first opportunity, my cock sprung out, and from there she quickly pulled off my underwear. She smiled, took my cock in her right hand, and moaned.
Now, unlike the other men of this subreddit, i do not have a penis that Ron Jeremy would envy. According to my friends that I have slept with, who I trust to be quite honest with me, my cock is average length, and slightly above average girth. And, if I may abandon humility for a minute, it’s *beautiful*. Straight, solid, not too veiny, a strong olive color, a nicely proportioned head, and uncut, but without too much extra foreskin. It just looks good, if I may say so.
London thought so. She ran her hand over my shaft and head, admiring it, smiling, and moaning. As her head got closer and closer to my penis, she whispered “it’s perfect”…this girl was stroking my cock, but more importantly, she was stroking my ego. As her mouth reached the tip of my cock, she rubbed the head against her lips, and with that, she dove in. She placed her right hand firmly on my abs, while her left hand began playing with my balls, and her magical mouth went to work. Her sultry eyes stayed locked on mine as she licked every crevice of my head, then penetrated her mouth with me, then finally deepthroated me. Again: thank you beer for helping me not cum right then and there.
After a few minutes she took my cock in her hand again, and asked me for a condom. I started to get up to get one, but she wasn’t going to let it be that easy. She immediately thrust my cock back in her mouth; she wasn’t letting me go. I wiggled my way to the end of the bed, got halfway out, and reached into my dresser for a condom. The whole time, she stayed attached at the mouth.
With the condom attained, she finally let herself off, and rolled the rubber over my penis. She climbed on top of me and, letting out a gasp and tensing up, slid herself down my cock. Once I was fully in her she smiled a deeply fulfilled smile, grabbed my v-lines in each hand, and began riding me. My hands explored her perky breasts and her perfectly curved waist, and eventually her neck. As my hands got near her jaw she took my fingers in her mouth and start sucking them. Then she bent over to kiss me, and our passionate makeout session resumed, her holding tightly onto my face, me spreading her ass with my hands while I pumped her as hard as a could.
Her moans got increasingly louder, and her body increasingly tenser, and her hands stopped moving in my hair. I knew she was close. But once again, she wasn’t going to give in that easy. Right as she neared climax she hopped off, licked my balls, and whispered to me “what do you want?”
I told her doggy, and judging by her smirk, that was the right answer. She turned around, on all fours, head nearly hitting the wall, and offered her perfect pussy up to me. I dove in head first, licked her for a few more minutes, and then kneeled behind her and started penetrating and pulling her hips into me.
It was clear that she was still very close. He whole body was contracted, and her moans were bordering screams. She was propped up on one arm, with the other rubbing her clit, and occasionally stopping to rub my balls, and sending me out of this world. Finally I felt her already tight pussy contracting against my cock, and a high pitched squeak turned into a guttural “fuuuuuuuuuuuck” as she orgasmed. I thrusted hard a few more times and she was shoving herself back into me with the same intensity that she exhibited on the dance floor.
Finally, she pulled away to collapse for a second, breathing heavily and smirking. After a few seconds of catching her breath she kneeled next to me, took my cock in her hand, looked at me with those wildly sultry eyes, and said “I came”. Well, this wasn’t exactly news to either of us, but once again she was stroking my ego, as her tone and inflection suggested that this was not a particularly common occurrence.
The beer had done it’s job: let me bring her to orgasm without risking cumming in the process. But that was all it was able to do, and I told her I was very close. Before I had a chance to ask her what she wanted, she rolled onto her back, and pulled me tight into her, until I was fully submerged in her pussy. She wrapped her legs high around my back, and controlled my pumps with her legs, pulling me into her in perfect rhythm, gaining speed and power, until she could feel that I was near my climax. As I was about to cum she pushed me into her harder, locked eyes with me, and whispered “yessss, yes, cum please”. Together, we pumped as hard as we could; she moaned, I grunted, and my whole body locked around her as I came hard, long, and plentiful, while she pulled me in as tight as possible with her legs.
She kept me in her for about a minute, locked in by her legs, while we made eye contact and kissed. I hope my eyes are half as stunning as hers, because that post-coital experience of a tingly orgasmic body pressed against hers, penis and vagina still latched, eye contact close, tight, and strong, is something I’ll never forget.
Finally she let me go, and I rolled the condom off, and threw it away while she licked my half-hard penis clean. We finished off our vodka tonics, laughed at the fact that the air mattress had popped and neither of us had noticed it, and made out once more.
She left a few minutes before my friends came home; perfect timing. I ended the night with my friends, a few joints, a bottle of pinot noir, and a completely satisfied mind, body, and penis.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5dc822/mf_a_long_night_in_college