[mf] Cum on my tits. A short, hot, naughty confession.

After my two recent very long posts, this one is short, filthy, and hot. It’s about one morning back at university and a very naughty ten minutes that until now, I have never confessed to anyone.

It is the weekend of my 19th birthday, half way through my first year at university. I’m spending the weekend with my school friend Fiona, in her shared university house in Bristol.

Saturday night we go out, pubs and then a club. It’s Me and Fiona, her housemates Gemma and Lucy, and a bunch of their friends. Lucy has agreed to spend the night with her boyfriend so I can have her room.

We have a great time, lots of booze and dancing. I’m sort of in the mood to pull but it doesn’t happen – I get chatting to a guy and we kiss but it doesn’t go any further. I kill the disappointment by getting smashed on vodka with the girls. Gemma has more luck, she pulls a nice looking arts student, and he comes with us as we stagger back to the house.

Me and the girls stick on some tunes and have a few more drinks, while Gemma disappears upstairs with her guy. We drink and dance and eventually stagger to bed about 4am.

I wake up in my borrowed room, thirsty but no real hangover (god if I drank that much now I’d be wiped out). A little horny like I often am in the morning, I let my hand wander between my legs, thinking I might have a quick orgasm then maybe a bit more sleep.

The room I’m in is next to Gemma’s, and I suddenly realise I can hear a rhythmic bed squeaking from through the wall, which is soon joined by panting and moans, male and female together. *Mmm* I think *sexy soundtrack*, as my arousal ticks up a notch.

I roll closer to the wall to listen. The wall must be paper thin; close to it I can hear Gemma’s gasping breath between her moans, and her murmured ‘yes, yes, yes’ in rhythm with the squeaking bed. I stroke my clit softly as I listen to them, fully turned on but not wanting to finish before they do, wishing it was me being fucked instead of Gemma.

Then suddenly they finish, with no real buildup he gives a couple of louder moans of ‘ohh yeah’, a couple more squeaks of the bed, and it seems like it’s over. It doesn’t sound like Gemma came, but she doesn’t sound bothered. I can hear her clearly through the wall, cheerfully telling him that she has to go and meet her mum. ‘I have to go,’ she says ‘you can let yourself out, yeah?’ He murmurs what sounds like yes. His lower voice doesn’t pass so clearly through the wall. ‘Great,’ she says ‘just close the front door behind you. There’s milk in the fridge yeah? Use the one with my name on it.’ It sounds like she’s getting dressed as she talks. ‘Ok cool,’ she says finally ‘hey, I had fun, maybe text me yeah? Laters.’ Her bedroom door opens and closes and I hear her clatter down the stairs and out of the house.

There is no other sound, nobody else in the house sounds like they’re awake. I haven’t cum yet and after hearing them and half masturbating I am feeling very horny. I am also very aware that there is a naked man just inches from where I’m lying, just a thin sheet of plasterboard between us. I stroke myself gently, a very naughty thought taking shape in my horny teenage brain.

I wonder if it’s a good idea, but clearly it isn’t so I kill that line of thought and wonder instead if it will work. I know he’s just come, plus who knows how many times they did it last night. He might not want more sex. On the other hand he’s 20 and a student, surely they all have sex drives like rabbits? Maybe I’m not his type… Gemma is short and curvy whereas I’m tall and slender…

While these thoughts go through my head I get out of bed. I was sleeping in my pants and a t-shirt. I take both off and put on a nightie from the back of the door, which presumably belongs to Lucy. I don’t bother to do it up, so it hangs open down the front.

Not bothering to think about it any more, I quietly open the door, walk along to Gemma’s door, open that one and step inside, closing it quickly behind me.

He is lying naked on the bed, on top of the covers, playing with his phone. Probably texting his mates about how much sex he had last night. I’m about to give him something more to tell them.

He looks at me, mouth slightly open in surprise, but doesn’t make any sound. I put my finger to my lips anyway ‘shhh’. He just keeps looking. My tits are pretty well on show through the thin nightie and my bush is clearly visible, and he moves his eyes from one to the other. This is a good sign.

I walk over and sit on the side of the bed, and slide my hand over his stomach. There’s no point in being coy, it’s pretty fucking clear what’s going on.

‘I’m Jenny,’ I say.

‘Yeah I remember. You were out last night. You guys were pretty wasted.’

‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Sounds like you and Gemma had a good time.’

‘Mmmhmm,’ he nods. I realise I don’t know his name. I guess it doesn’t matter.

‘So,’ I say, leaning over him and letting the robe fall open, giving him a direct view of one of my tits. His eyes go straight there. ‘What’s your shortest ever time between sex with different girls?’

‘Umm, uhh – like – days,’ he says. His cock is growing slightly, and looks wet. I wonder if he and Gemma used a condom. The idea of licking her wetness from his cock somehow turns me on and vaguely disgusts me both at the same time. On balance, I hope it’s just his cum I’m about to taste.

‘Well, that gap about to get a lot shorter,’ I say. With no further ado, I lower my head towards his cock and swing my leg over his torso, putting my pussy in front of his face.

‘Fuck yeah,’ he murmurs eloquently, and starts to lick my pussy as I put my mouth around his already hardening cock. He tastes salty and slightly bitter, and I wonder whether it’s Gemma I’m tasting. (To this day I don’t know the answer – it’s the only time in my life I might have tasted the cum of another girl, but I don’t know if I did.)

He doesn’t take long to get fully erect in my mouth. Seems like he’s not worn out. 69 isn’t the best position for blowjobs but I use my tongue to make sure there’s plenty of slidey contact over the front of his cock, and soon he’s moaning into my pussy and thrusting up into my mouth. I taste the unmistakable flavour of precum from the tip of his cock, and it seems like he’s close to coming.

Meanwhile he’s licking my pussy enthusiastically but inexpertly, his tongue sometimes finding my clit but mostly tantalisingly just missing it. He’s licking the comparatively insensitive bit between the bottom of my clit and the entrance to my vagina, and rubbing my outer lips with his fingers. It’s nice enough but it’s never going to make me come, and after a while it just gets annoying.

*Fuck it* I think *the whole point of this was to get an orgasm.* It seems like he’s about to cum in my mouth which I’d be happy for him to do, but fucked if I’m going to give him an orgasm without getting one myself.

I lift myself off him and turn round, taking his cock in my hand as I lie alongside him.

‘You want to come?’ I ask, stroking it.

‘He moans and nods.’

‘Come on big boy, tell me you want to come. Tell me you want to come on me.’

‘Fuck yes I want to come on you.’ He’s breathing pretty hard. I let go of his cock.

‘You want to cum on my tits, you want to cover me in your cum?’ My dirty talk is so unoriginal but it works. His cock is literally twitching in front of me.

‘Yes,’ is all he manages.

‘Tell me, say what you want..’

‘I want to cum on your tits,’ he blurts out. Heh – that’s fine by me.

‘Come on then.’ I pull him on top of me, his knees either side of my chest, his cock rock hard and still wet from my mouth. ‘Wank onto my tits, I want to feel your cum. I want to watch you spurt on me,’ I say, truthfully. Filthy as it is, having guys finish on my chest has always turned me on.

He grips his cock hard and starts stroking it, and I move my hand between my legs to play with my own recently neglected clit. I’m very wet and very turned on, close enough to orgasm that I can push myself over the line any time with a few quick strokes.

‘Come on,’ I say ‘stroke that cock, make it come on my tits.’ I must have had him pretty close with my mouth because it only takes a minute before he’s moaning more loudly, the same moans I heard a few minutes before while he was fucking Gemma. I flick my clit quickly, pushing myself up to the edge.

‘Oh fuuuuck,’ he gives a familiar long moan as cum shoots from his cock. The first spurt goes right over my head, the second hits me under my chin. I use my other hand to pull his cock down so the rest of his cum hits my breasts, and I rub my clit quickly, pushing myself over the edge into my own orgasm.

His cum is a little watery but there’s still an impressive amount of it, considering it is (at least) his second orgasm of the morning. I close my eyes and enjoy the warm feeling of it on my tits as my orgasm pulses outwards from my clit and through my pussy. I’m still coming when he leans forward and rubs his cum into my tits, by far his best move so far.

We stay there for a moment as our orgasms pass. He looks down at his handiwork, smeared all over my boobs. ‘Fuck yeahhh,’ he says, with feeling. He grins. He’s nice looking, I can see why Gemma nabbed him in the club.

He climbs off me, I stand up and start to put the dressing gown back on, but think better of it. I’m covered in cum and it’s not my gown. I bundle it up and head for the door – I still can’t hear anyone else up and it’s only girls in the house anyway, so decide to risk a naked dash back to my room.

‘Err, thanks,’ he says. He’s still grinning.

‘No worries. Best not mention it to anyone though.’

‘Yeah sure,’ he says, and I wonder how many seconds after I’m out the room it will be before he’s sending a text to his mates. *You’ll never believe what just happened*. Thing is though, he’s right. They almost certainly won’t believe it!

I escape unnoticed back to my borrowed room, and by the time I am dressed and showered the guy has gone, just as Gemma told him to.

I never told anyone, never mentioned it and so far as I know none of the girls ever found out. I saw Gemma a few more times on visits to the same house, but then she moved out and I don’t know anyone who’s in touch with her. I’ve changed all the names of corse, but maybe the guy will read this and think ‘woah that was me!’ So if you do, PM me as say hi!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ar1t2/mf_cum_on_my_tits_a_short_hot_naughty_confession