[MF] discovering my cute classmate’s wild side (cheating)

At the college that I went to, they had a program where freshmen could take classes in the common room of their dorms. This obviously made things incredibly convenient for students; we could simply roll out of bed, and stroll down to class in our PJ’s. Not only that, but it allowed us a great opportunity to meet people who lived in the same dorm. As a horny, young college student, that was the real draw.

In the very first day of my in-dorm Greek Mythology class, I found myself instantly attracted to one other student in particular, let’s call her Kristin for the the purposes of this story.

Kristin was tall and lean, with slightly curly red-brown hair. She had milky white skin, and a mischievous smile. The first day of class, she was wearing exercise shorts and a black tank top. I couldn’t stop tracing lines up her legs with my eyes, up to her flat stomach and perky breasts. A pink push up bra was just visible under her tank top. I’m sure I spent a little bit too much time staring, because at one point she caught my eye and smiled.

I didn’t talk to her that first day, but still felt an unspoken bond with her. Over the next couple of classes, we gradually began to sit closer to each other, stealing glances when we thought the other person wasn’t looking.

As the semester went on, I began to see Kristin on campus more and more. At first, I would politely smile in her direction, then say hello, have brief chats with her. Pretty soon, we were sitting next to each other during every class period. Since we were in the common room of the dorm, we had sofas and love seats in lieu of traditional desks. One day, we sat next to each other on a love seat listening to a lecture. Her perfectly toned legs were pressed up right against mine. I felt like I was in a fever dream. All of the blood had rushed to my cock, making it hard to focus. I could feel her shallow breathing, and could sense that she was just as turned on as I was, feeling our skin touch like that. I’m sure she could see how hard I was through my gym shorts (and I didn’t do much to hide it).

After class, awkwardly, we made plans to study for the midterm in her room that night. That’s when she said what made my heart sink. “Just need to make sure my boyfriend doesn’t find out, he might get a little jealous,” she said with a wink. I stammered some awkward reply. I had NO idea she had a boyfriend…but then, it didn’t really change anything. I still wanted her more than I could have thought possible. In fact, I might have wanted her even more now.

When the time finally came, it felt like my heart was beating a million times a second as I knocked on her door. She opened it slowly, grabbed me by my shirt, and pulled me in.

“Quick,” she whispered and she looked down the hallway and shut the door, locking it behind her. “I wouldn’t want anyone to see and get the wrong idea about what’s going on in here.” She smiled and winked. “No,” I agreed, taking her in with my eyes, “we wouldn’t want that.”

She was dressed in tight fitting spandex (I later found out she was an avid volleyball player) and a loose tank top. It didn’t look like she had a bra on. I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. She motioned for me to join her on the bed.

We began by going over the notes from class, but things very quickly took a turn. We began talking about our life before college, past relationships, sexual experiences. She began complaining to me about her boyfriend, telling me how controlling and annoying he was. “The worst part is,” she said, leaning in close, “that he’s a total prude. He just can’t keep up with me.”

Any reservations about what I knew was about to go down dissolved immedetly as the blood rushed to fill my cock. My rational brain wasn’t in control anymore.

“Oh,” I responded, “poor guy. Although you seem like the type that most normal guys would have trouble keeping up with.”

“And are you…a normal guy?” She asked me with a coy smile.

“Not so much,” I laughed in response. “In fact, most of my high school girlfriends couldn’t keep up.” This was true, I’d been told off before for being too rough, too aggressive, and on a few occasions, too big.

Kristin smiled. “I’ve got an idea,” she said, “my boyfriend thinks that lingerie is slutty…but it really turns me on. I just got a new set, and have no one to model it for. Do you think…I could try it on for you, and you could give me an honest guys opinion about it?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I don’t think I had ever been so turned on in my life. “Of course I’d be happy to help out,” I managed to say. She smiled again.

“Okay then…you’ll have to close your eyes. And no peaking,” she told me, wagging her finger playfully,” you have to be a good boy.”

“I promise I won’t peak,” I said, crossing my fingers obviously on my thigh as I did.

“Okay then, close those eyes,” she called out playfully. I put a hand over my eyes. I felt like I could hear my heart ready to beat out of my chest. I knew that once I saw her, dressed up in some skimpy piece of lingerie, I’d have trouble controlling my more dominant urges. I just hoped she could keep up like she said she could. After what felt like forever, I glanced a quick peak through my fingers. I caught a glimpse of her pulling a black sling G-string up her perfect tight hamstrings, her ass just as tight and perfect as I imagined.

“Uh uh, bad boy,” she said, smiling back at me, “I said no peaking.” She pulled them up over her ass and into place, and I dropped my hand. She turned around, and I stood up and told half a step towards her.

She had on black stockings that went up just above her knee. The black G-string was just a thin piece of cloth covering her pussy. My eyes traced up her toned stomach to her breasts. She had a black mesh bra pushing her perky tits together. It was completely see through. I could see how hard her nipples were through the fabric. Not only that, but she had actually put her hair into pig tails too. I was staring at my dream girl, and I felt something inside me snap as I took another step towards her.

“Well,” she asked, turning around slightly to show me her ass, “what do you think? This doesn’t make me look like a slut, does it?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I came up close to her, tracing a finger along the outside of her thigh. “That’s exactly what you look like,” I said quietly, looking into her eyes.

“Then someone should probably treat me like one,” she responded, staring right into me. I knew then that all bets were off.

I grabbed a hand around her neck and pushed her back against the door, forcing her legs apart with my other hand. She let out a moan as I began to rub her clit through the thin fabric of her G-string. She was practically soaked through them already.

“Fucking yes,” she moaned, “treat me like the little slut I am.”

My fingers dug around the edge of her G-string and slid easily into her tight, wet pussy, forcing another moan from her lips as my hand left her neck and tore her bra down. I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth, feeling how hard it was, teasing it with my tongue, biting her, all while my fingers worked faster and faster inside her wet pussy. I’ve always been proud of my fingering skills, and I made sure to put them on full display. I pushed two fingers deep inside her, working the finger tips back and forth together as my palm rubbed against her clit.

She grabbed me around my shoulders, digging her nails into my back. “ fuck…fuck yes,” she moaned, “I haven’t told you yet…but I love…fuck…I love sucking cock.”

She reached a hand down in between my legs as she said this, and gasped when she felt how hard I was. Without warning, she threw herself on to her knees, my fingers sliding out of her as she did. Kirstin grunted and dug her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down. She gasped as my cock sprung free and slapped across her face. “Big boy!” She blurted our as she started to stroke me, looking up in my eyes.

“Can I suck it?” She asked, “I want you to give me permission.” She spat on my cock and continued to jerk me off, looking up at me with eager eyes. I grabbed her by the back of the head, curling my fingers around her hair and forcing another gasp from her.

“Suck my cock, you cheating slut.” It wasn’t an invitation, it was a command. I barley got the word “slut” out of my mouth, and Kristin opened her mouth wide and shoved my cock down her throat.

At this point in my life, I had never been deep throated. I didn’t even know it was possible. And yet, right from the start, Kristin opened up her throat and swallowed everything I gave her. Slowly wiggling her head, she didn’t stop until her nostrils were pressed hard against my waist. She stared up at me the entire time, stifling down a gag, pushing herself down until a tear ran down her cheek. Finally, she came up gasping for air, stroking my cock with her drool.

I grabbed her by the back of the head, twisting my fingers around her hair, before forcing her back down in my cock. She continued to deep throat me as long as she could, before coming up for air, jerking me off with her drool, saying something dirty to me each time, and then letting me force her back down. She told me that she loved my cock, that it was so much better than her boyfriends, she told me she wanted me to choke her on my cock, that she wanted to be my little cum whore. Finally, I felt like I couldn’t take any more. And Kristin could sense it.

She took my cock out of her throat, reached down in between her legs, started to rub her clit, and jacked me off at the same time. I looked down at her. Her eye shadow was running down her face, her chin was covered in my drool.

“I want you to cum all over my face,” she told me. “Mark me like the filthy little cum slut I am.”

I’d never thought a girl would actually be that dirty, except in a porn. That’s when I lost all control. I felt my balls tighten and constrict as rope after rope of my cum splashed across her cheek. As the first drops hit her, the eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned out. I grunted as she moaned, my cum coating her face as she came at the same time.

Finally, my pulse started to slow. Kirstin’s breathing slowed, her hand stills rapped around my cock. Her face was absolutely covered in my cum. It dropped down her chin, and on to her exposed breasts. She took a finger and ran it along her cheek, collecting my cum and sliding it into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It felt like a scene out of a porno, not real life. Kristin got up, went to the bathroom, whipped her face off, and brushed her teeth, before coming back to me, and kissing me full on the lips. I could still smell my cum on her face.

She told me that I’d better leave, because her boyfriend was going to be coming over later. I cleaned myself off, and left, still barley believing what had just happened.

The next day, while walking on campus, I passed right next to Kristin and her boyfriend. They were holding hands. I was slightly ashamed and conflicted, and didn’t know what to do. But Kristin just waved and smiled at me.

I smiled back, and waved. As they walked away, I heard her boyfriend ask, “who is that?”

“Just a friend from my Greek Mythology class,” she responded.

This was not the last time me and Kristin hooked up in college, or after. But those are stories for another day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c0b3fv/mf_discovering_my_cute_classmates_wild_side