[MF] Everyone Loves A Texas Girl [Cheating] [Masturbation] [Oral]

First semester of my freshman year in college, I met a girl from Texas named Teresa. We had an entry level art class together and had been paired up as semester partners for any group projects. She always wore cowgirl boots, a cowgirl hat, plaid shirt, and either jeans, or a jean skirt. Teresa had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, DD breasts, and a big round ass. She carried herself so well, that I had no idea she was a little overweight. Overall, I thought she was pretty attractive, but she never stopped talking about her cowboy boyfriend and how everything was so different from “back home.”

After two months of working together on various projects, Teresa and I had build up a pretty good relationship as friends. One afternoon, while I was studying in the student center, I got a text from Teresa asking if she could meet me at my apartment. She said it was urgent. I walked back to my apartment and she was already waiting outside. We went upstairs and before I could unlock the door, she was already crying softly. She calmed herself enough to say hi to my roommates, whom she knew well by this point, and then followed me into my room. I closed the door and immediately she began sobbing again.

I asked what was wrong. She could barely get it out. Apparently, earlier that day, she found out from her younger brother that her parents were considering getting a divorce. Being that she was already so far from home, combined with the news of her parents, it just tore her down. She was completely devastated. I comforted her for a while. Eventually she calmed down enough to talk through it a bit more. Not only was there the issue with her parents, but her boyfriend was starting to become more distant with her the longer she was away. Everything was hitting her all at once.

After an hour or so of talking, we began to get hungry. I ordered a pizza for us. One of my roommates was over 21, so there was always alcohol around. I grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge and we ate dinner in my room. Slowly, her sadness turned to laughter at the whole situation. I am pretty sure the beer helped too. We finished up dinner and she decided that it was time to leave. I walked her to the door. It was raining lightly outside and she had almost a mile walk back to her place. I offered to walk her back, since I was not sober enough to drive, but she said she would be fine. I said goodnight and closed the door.

About 2 minutes later, my roommate said Teresa was at the door. Apparently it had started pouring after she left. Fortunately, she didn’t get too wet. I offered her a change of clothes but she said she would dry off quickly with the heater on and another beer. So we drank and talked, checking the weather periodically. But that night, it kept pouring and we kept drinking.

Finally, around midnight, with no end to the rain in sight, I offered her my bed and told her I would go crash on the couch. Now, as attractive as I found her, I had never really thought of her in a sexual way. We had always maintained a platonic friendship, so it surprised me when she said she didn’t mind sleeping next to me. I asked if she was sure. She said as long as we didn’t have sex, she was fine with it. In fact, she said she would prefer the company. I agreed. Both of us were buzzing pretty hard as we crawled into bed. I threw my arm around her and we both tried to sleep.

Not more than a half hour later, we both were still awake, listening to the roar of thunder outside. Since neither of us could fall asleep, we just laid in bed and drank some more. Teresa kept complaining about her boyfriend and with each sentence, I could feel her inching closer and closer to me. Our conversation then naturally turned from her boyfriend, to past relationships, and finally to past sexual encounters. The conversation paused. I looked her in the eyes. We stared at each other for a moment. She broke the silence.

“Damn, I am horny. Too bad we can’t hook up, because of my stupid boyfriend,” she practically moaned.

“So I guess giving me a blow job off limits then?” I answered jokingly.

“Fuck, I wish it wasn’t,” she replied, “I need to get off.”

I was pretty drunk. I didn’t know what to do or say. Our friendship was out the window now. All I wanted was her.

“How about this,” she started, “What if we only make out a little bit, and nothing more? Clothes stay on and if either of us get too horny, then we stop.”

She was pretty drunk too. Clearly the flawed drunk logic got the best of us. We began to kiss. There was nothing romantic or soft about it. It was roughly passionate and animalistic. I distinctly remember the mixed scent of alcohol and her perfume. It was intoxicating. I ran my fingers through her hair. Her tongue was working its way deeper into my mouth. That particular night, she was wearing a jean skirt and a black country style blouse. Her boots were lying next to the bed and her hat was on my desk. I drunkenly told her to put them on. I wanted to make out with a cowgirl. She put them on and climbed back up onto the bed. We continued to make out. That cowgirl was getting me harder by the second.

After 15 minutes of making out, I felt Teresa move her hand from my back and in between her legs. I felt her jean skirt move up and her hand slide into place over her inner thighs. She was touching herself. Being that it was dark in the room and we were under the comforter, I couldn’t get a look at anything she was doing. She moaned softly with each stroke of her clit. She told me to take off my pants but leave my boxers on. I didn’t even think twice. I was out of my pants in seconds. Teresa then brushed her pussy against my bare skin. I could feel that she was still wearing panties or a thong under her skirt. Whatever they were, they were wet. I was so turned on. I reached into my boxers and began stroking my hard cock. With every stroke, my hand would hit her hand as she rubbed her clit. Eventually she moved her hand completely to let my knuckles rub her clit with each stroke of my cock. We both moaned. The kisses became more passionate and rough. I asked if I could see her huge tits. She said yes, but that I couldn’t touch them. She took off her bra under her shirt, then unbuttoned only the top few buttons of her blouse. It was too dark to see, I asked if I could turn on the small string of lights I had over my desk. She said not yet. We continued to kiss and masturbate together. The rain poured against the window. Finally a bolt of lighting lit up the room for a split second. I saw her perfect supple breasts in the light. Her tits were the right size and the perfect shade of pink to compliment her light skin.

I lost my breath. I had always been more into girl’s asses, but her boobs changed all of that for me. I felt her lips turn into a smile and she knew I had seen them. She told me that I could turn on the string of lights. I did. In the soft glow, I could see her light skin was now flushed red. Her tits were hard with anticipation. She asked me to take off my shirt and then she pressed her breasts against my bare chest. She was warm. I was so turned on. Now in the dim lighting, I could see more of her. Under her blue skirt, I could see wet spot on her aquamarine underwear. I still was not sure if they were a thong or panties from the angle. My precum was already making a dark spot on my grey boxers. She noticed. She asked if I was close. I told her not yet. The alcohol was definitely helping me marathon that night. She said she wasn’t close either, and needed something insider her if she was going to finish. I didn’t have any toys or anything, so I told her there was nothing I could do. She paused for a moment to think.

“Well as long as its just a finger or two, I think it will be ok,” she said. I asked about her boyfriend… but it was only a formality, we had already gone way past the line. “He doesn’t matter right now, he’s not there for me like you are,” she answered.

I moved my hand off of my cock and onto her mound. I could feel the wetness clinging to her underwear as I pulled them to the side. I slipped in a finger. She moaned. She was wetter and a little looser than I expected so I slipped in one more finger. She grinded up and down on my fingers as we kissed. I felt her hand slide into my boxers and touch my cock. She worked my shaft like a goddess. Her hand was wet from touching her pussy and she used herself as lube. I reached up to grab her boob with my other hand and she slapped it away. She told me not to go too far. But within two minutes I was squeezing her huge tits as she grasped my balls.

I slipped out of my boxers and fully unbuttoned her shirt. I got her on all fours. I could now see clearly that her underwear was a thong. Biting the string of her thong that ran up her ass, I slid them off of her. I could see her huge tits hanging down as I pulled the thong from between her legs. Flipping her skirt up, I began to eat her out. She leaned into a pillow to keep from moaning too loud. With one hand, she reached back and motioned for me to slide under her. She was now straddling my face. She tasted amazing. I didn’t want to stop. She leaned forward and I felt myself melt as her mouth wrapped around my cock. She let her warm saliva drip down my shaft and onto my balls. I moved my tongue to her clit, and slipped two fingers back into her pussy. Her mouth seemed to get wetter with the more precum she tasted. I could feel her saliva dripping past my balls and practically sliding toward my ass. She was amazing at it. I couldn’t believe how good I felt. With my free hand I pinched her nipples hard. She loved it. We moaned and our bodies ached to finish. I pulled my face back from her pussy, to tell her I was close. She nodded.

I felt her bucking hard against my fingers and I licked her clit as quickly as I could. She became wetter and wetter. Her skirt had fallen down so my head was completely covered inside her skirt. I felt myself about to burst. I reached around and grabbed her round fat ass. It was just what she needed to hit the climax. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly. Her pussy contracted with each wave of the orgasm. Right then, I started to cum. She did her best to catch some of it, but most of it ended up on her neck and boobs. She shivered in delight as she tried to lay down. I could see my cum all over her. She licked the little bit left on my sensitive cock and I then moved to lay next to her. We caught our breath. After a few minutes, we cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom. We had another drink, and fell to sleep.

When we woke up in the morning, it was still pouring outside. I was sober enough to drive her home, but we both had a bad hangover. Before she got out of my truck, she asked what what our relationship was now that we had hooked up. I said I didn’t know, but that she may want to figure out what she was going to do about her boyfriend. She didn’t know, but that she would think about it. When I saw her in class the next week, she asked if she could come over again. I asked what happened with her boyfriend…

“What boyfriend?” she replied with a smile.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ek992/mf_everyone_loves_a_texas_girl_cheating