I [21 at the time] took advantage of a well endowed frosh [18 at the time] [FM]

So first, about me: I was an exercise science major in college and played on the women’s basketball team until an injury caused me to have to stop playing my junior year. I was afraid I was going to lose my scholarship, but senior year I managed a gig as an RA. Free room and board as well as one of the best pay rates of any campus job went a long way to covering my tuition.

As you can guess from my history as a basketball player, I am rather tall. 5’11 exactly. I’m a ginger with light red hair and freckles, at this time I tended to wear my hair up in a short ponytail. I’ve always had a rather slender build and wear a 32 b cup. I inherited my wide hips and booty from my Polish mother… no matter what I do, I am never going to lose dat ass. I’m not even trying to turn on those of you who happen to be ass guys…. it’s a major pain to be skinny except for in the back side, buying pants is a bitch. But I digress.

There was this one guy on my floor when I was an RA who just happened to vibe with me. His name was John, he was a first year student from a small town in another state. I don’t usually go for younger guys, but this one was witty, charming, and good looking with an “aww, shucks” attitude I found really endearing. Maybe an inch or two shorter than me, with a stocky build and the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen on a guy. But we both were in relationships and boning one of your students is basically one of the biggest no nos an RA can do. But still…

Our relationship got gradually more flirty, but never quite crossed the line. Until the end of the Fall semester, when an incident happened that made our flirting slightly less PG-13. I was on the duty desk one night when he came through with a bag from the Health Center. the bag contained a box labeled “Skyn Large”
I couldn’t help but blurt out a comment about the box.

“Ashley has a latex allergy,” he shrugged.

“You know, that’s not the impressive part,”

He just gave me this bashful half smile. I swear to god, that smile drove me crazy. But there was nothing I could do about it at the time. Except I made a point of doing rounds later that night when Ashley came to visit him. From what I overheard, she was a big, big fan of whatever was going on behind his door. Does that make me a creep?

Occasionally over the course of the rest of the semester, I’d tease him about what I saw, loving his shy reaction.

Over winter break he and Ashley broke up. Her loss. In February my bf and I broke up. His loss. A few days after the break up I happened to be on call when I passed his room. And I just happened to be wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tank top I had caught him checking me out in in the past. When I went by his door he had a bottle of Vodka open on his desk.

“John, you know Freshmen aren’t allowed to have alcohol in the dorms,” I scolded walking into his room like I was going to write him up. He started to put the bottle away and I shut the door. “I’m going to cut you a break,” I said, snatching the bottle from his hand. “You’ve had a rough year.” I poured two shots. “But I had a rough year too. And it’s bad to drink alone.” I said, downing mine. When he didn’t give a reaction I frowned. “Drink, it’s not a trap.” I laughed.

We chatted for a few minutes and I kept pouring shots. Finally I worked up the nerve. I walked closer to him and tried to sound seductive. blurted out “You know a while ago when I saw you with those condoms?” He didn’t respond. So I went on. I giggled and bit my lip. “I’ve always been really curious if you are.. you know.. really that big.”

through the fabric of his basketball shorts, I saw him twitch for a second. It was just a second of his semi-erect dick print, but to this moment it is one of the top five sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Take it out.” I demanded, groping him.

He stammered out an “excuse me.”

“Your dick. Take it out.” I pawed his hair a bit. “Please.” I pouted.

He paused as if in contemplation and finally stood and pulled down his basketball shorts. Even semi-flaccid the thing was impressive, thick and enticingly shaped.

“Well, you are a big boy,” I grinned and I could feel myself start to get flush. I swear to God, John, being the good-natured farm boy he was, was actually blushing. “Why the fuck do you act so shy when you’re packing such serious heat?”

I began to squeeze him slowly, moving my hand up and down his thickening shaft. I leaned in and kissed him as I worked. It didn’t take long to make him achieve his “full potential.” The entire time we hooked up, he never told me his exact measurements, but I’d say he was somewhere between 7.5 and 8 inches, and incredibly thick. like I could barely touch my thumb to my middle finger around it. Until relatively recently, it was far and away the biggest I’d seen.

I stopped stroking and looked him in the eyes with a serious expression. “You know nothing serious can ever exist between us?” he nodded. “And no one can know about this.” He nodded again.I was about to get on my knees and try to see how much of his big cock I could fit in my mouth when the duty phone went off.
RAs on call carry a special phone that allows students who are having emergencies to contact you. I swore when it went off and went upstairs to address the problem, two roommates who were frequently fighting with each other. It was not the first time I’d had to sit down with them, but it was the first time they cock blocked me.

I did a really stupid thing. I left John the key to my room. After warning him not to let anyone see him go in I told him I was going to be off duty at 11. “I want you there waiting for me.” I demanded. “I want that beautiful cock of yours already hard. Do you understand, farm boy?” He nodded eagerly and I left, making sure to sway my hips a bit extra as I walked to the door.

John was a man of his word. When I got off duty I opened my door to find him sitting on my bed, nude, stroking his manhood. I locked all three locks and turned around.

“Okay farm boy, this is how this is going to work”I said, my heart racing, my pussy already wet from just the sight of him. “You are going to remain completely quiet. You are going to do exactly as I say. Understood?” He nodded, slowly stroking himself as our eyes locked.

I let down my hair, shaking it loose, and then lifted off my tank top. Watching him stroke himself for me while I undressed was such a turn on, even years later it makes me tremble a little.
When I was down to just my thong I made a show of walking over to my desk and bending low as I went in the bottom drawer for the bottle of lube I knew I was going to need.

“Lay down,”I I said, grabbing him and slowly stroking his manhood. He did as I asked and I affixed his condom and squirted some lube on it. “Here goes nothing” I whispered, taking a deep breath before straddling him. My hand still on his shaft I ran his head back and forth against myself, slowly making me wetter. I grinded against it, but was still not able to get the head in.When I was finally able to get the thing inside of me I had to bite my lip hard to stop from moaning.

We’ve all seen Reservoir Dogs, right? That seen in the beginning when the guy is talking about “Like a Virgin,” and he compares fucking a big cock to losing your virginity? It wasn’t exactly like that… it did hurt but in a less extreme way than having my cherry popped. This was closer to the feeling you get during an intense work out. LIke I felt myself stretch around it, and it ached, but it ached in a way that made me feel proud. It ached in a way that felt like just a bit more pain would be terrible, but this amount was…. just right.

John was a good farm boy and he followed his orders to the T. I told him to just lay there and that is what he did as I made myself used to his size. It took almost that entire first time before I was able to take the whole thing. I had to keep biting my lip hard in order to stop from moaning in pleasure or pain. I used my powerful leg muscles to continue grinding against him and forcing myself up and down, alternating between the two at my discretion. And it did not take long at all before I was leaning in to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to…. fuuuuuuck. Come” My breathing heavy. I told him to put his hand over my mouth so I didn’t scream and he obliged just as my entire body began to shake.

He came shortly after me. At least I think it was shortly after me, my mind was still reeling from what his cock did to me.
After he finished I wordlessly got up and got dressed. Finally I broke the silence with “Once you’re dressed take the stairs down to the 4th floor. I don’t want anyone seeing you in the lounge.” As an after thought I giggled, leaning against my desk “fuck…. my pussy still feels like you’re inside of me,” I laughed. “We are so doing this again.”

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