[FM] Thinking back on all those college boyfriends…2-Jeff the fuckboi

Hi again! My [first post of this series](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95558n/fm_thinking_back_on_all_those_college/) didn’t get much attention, but I had so much fun writing it I decided to write about another of my ghosts of boyfriends past. Again, feel free to check my post history for pics of me, but a short written description about me I that I’m a thick pale redhead with blue/green eyes and a decent amount of tattoos.

[STORY]

I formally met Jeff two weeks before Hurricane Sandy, at a random house party his roommates threw. He was tall and thin with short strawberry blond hair and blue eyes, handsome and he knew it. We connected eyes across the room, and a small wave of recognition washed over us….we had met before. He closed the space between us, scrunching his brow in thought.

“I’ve seen your face before…years ago though. How do I remember your face?”

I tipsily recounted that we had been in the same college orientation group. I only remember this because he had sat next to me that day, and after some light flirting he ran away to pull a prank by running to the unoccupied computer/speaker system onstage and played Biggie. He got escorted out and I hadn’t seen him again until now. Upon this realization, he picked me up and spun me, spilling our drinks onto the cheap linoleum.

“It’s you! I was trying to impress you that whole time. I never thought I’d see you again. This has to be a sign!”

We flirted and danced that night, but ultimately I had to take my drunk housemate home and nothing happened. The next week, I returned to his house, walking another housemate there to meet her boyfriend (one of Jeff’s friends). I thought maybe I’d say a quick hello, but as soon as we walked though the door I saw him on the couch with some random girl on his lap. He saw me and immediately threw her to the side of him, standing up blushing and flustered. I shrugged it off, smiled and left feeling a little embarrassed. However, Jeff ran out to follow me, explaining that he couldn’t stop thinking about me, and that this girl was just some random girl! And that ‘he would much rather have me on his lap tonight than some boring throwaway ass’. I felt a fire inside of me, but wasn’t sure if it was anger or arousal. I felt so confused. As I walked away from him I knew he was an asshole, and yet I was stupid enough to still want him.

The next week, my roommates and I were throwing a hurricane party, as we lived in a city that was going to get hit moderately hard and our college canceled class that week. We planned on having an open door policy for our friends to come and go that week while we raged for as long as possible. Who showed up the second night? You guessed it. Jeff, soaked to the bone with a wicked grin.

[SEXY PART START HERE]

When Jeff arrived, I was already faded. Drunk and high, I was completely free of inhibitions, ready and willing. We quickly ended up in the basement where we had dance music playing and a throng of friends and strangers alike, grinding and drunkenly swaying together to the beat. Jeff walked me backwards until I felt the cement wall against my back and his lips on my neck. I could feel him bite and suck, leaving a mark on me as I raked my nails down his back. He moved to my lips, sloppily kissing me. Before I knew it, my legs were wrapped around his waist as he held me up against the wall, furiously making out. His hands were rough and confident, gripping my ass and hips while his tongue explored my mouth. Lost in my drunken sexed up haze, I grabbed his hand and walked him up to my bedroom on the third floor, away from the quiet.

He stripped off his shirt, sat on my bed, and pushed me down to the ground on my knees in front of him. “Suck my cock”, he ordered. Obediently, I undid his belt and opened the fly of his pants, pulling him out completely. His cock was so long, and was the first uncircumcised dick I’d ever come into contact with. I licked my lips and closed my mouth around the head of his cock, rolling my tongue around it. He moaned quietly, and grabbed hold of my pigtail braids (drunk roomies French braiding each other’s hair) to use as handlebars. He pulled my braids up and down, forcing me to open my throat to allow his cock in completely. “Good girl”, he moaned, “Let me fuck that pretty face”. His hands moved to the back of my head and pushed me down to the base of his cock. My eyes teared up as I gagged, drool dripping out of my mouth and down his leg. I looked up at Jeff as I noisily deep throated him, and he pulled me off of him to slap me in the face with his cock. I moaned instinctively, it felt so good to give up my control to him. I was ready to be his slave that night.

I pulled out a condom from my dresser, but he said he only used magnums. I didn’t quite believe that, but was drunk enough to not care. He ordered me to strip,naked for him and told me that he had to feel my tight little pussy, no condom. He picked up his belt, looping it around my wrists to tie me face down to one of my bed posts. With my ass in the air, I felt the head of his cock rub up against my wet pussy. He didn’t ease himself in; with one thrust, his entire cock was inside of me, hitting my cervix. He pounded my pussy as I screamed into the pillow. I’m glad music was thumping so loudly downstairs so people couldn’t hear us; me screaming and moaning, the wet slaps of our bodies colliding, or the sounds of him spanking my ass raw.

“You like taking this dick, you little slut? How many cocks have fucked you this good?”

“Oh fuck, Jeff. Yes, fill my pussy, please don’t stop. I’m your little slut.”

“Good girl. I’m gonna wreck this tight pussy tonight. You’ll never get fucked like this again. Are you gonna cum now? You say my name while you cum or you’ll be punished.”

“Jeff! I’m gonna cum on your thick cock. Fuck me!”

But suddenly, he pulled out completely. I whimpered, I had been so close to an orgasm, and he stopped on purpose to tease me. He untied the belt from my wrists and I rocked my hips back to touch the head of his cock. Then I felt the belt against my ass, and a thick crack sounded as the leather made contact with my skin. I yelped, and he hooked two fingers into my mouth and pulled me by the cheek as he whipped me again, this time hitting my overly sensitive clit perfectly. I immediately began gushing cum, moaning loudly and out of control. He dropped the belt and I could hear him tugging his cock while watching my juices drip down my thighs. Then he swung me on top of him and pushed his cock back inside my quivering pussy.

“Twerk that ass on my dick like a good little slut. Let’s see how you ride this cock.”

I could barely see at that point, blinded by lust, and did what he asked. I bounced my ass on him, feeling my pussy lips grip his cock as it slid in and out of me. He announced that he was about to cum, and pushed me off the bed to sit on my knees and accept his facial. Rope after rope of his cum hit my face as the hurricane winds threw rain against my windows. We immediately passed out, waking up the next morning naked to the sound of thunder.

Jeff and I tried a relationship for a bit, but it was mostly physical. He couldn’t keep it in his pants and started a lot of drama by telling stupid completely unnecessary lies. We ended up having a Drunken Fist fight breakup after he fucked my friend then tried to force himself on me. I never talked to him again, but always remember the wild fucks we had.

TL:DR- I fucked Jeff the cocky asshole because I was bored and krunk during Hurricane Sandy. He was a shitty person, but an incredible fuck!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/95izyg/fm_thinking_back_on_all_those_college

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