Fucking The Freshman [FM]

The beginning of the school year in college was always an interesting experience. Over the summer, my sexual prospects were few and far between, with suitable men rare, and safe places to fuck where my parents wouldn’t notice even harder to come by. Coming back to campus was like stumbling across a buffet after living on crumbs for months on end.

My junior year started in much this same way. I got my stuff moved in, said hi to my friends, and we immediately set about finding out how to get our fill as quickly as possible. Some of my friends liked to pair off with a tried and true fuckbuddy, but a few of us, myself included, liked to find something new to start the new year. Especially with the untarnished freshman class already moved in and feeling like they owned the place, there was a wealth of prospects. I loved getting to a freshman or two before my reputation, of which I was justly proud, got around.

These opportunities presented themselves in all kinds of places. A friend of mine met a guy that year in the mail room. Another found someone wandering between buildings, having gotten lost on his way back to his dorm room. I met my first mark of the year, entirely by chance, while waiting for food. I found myself in line between two fresh faced newbies, one behind me, minding his own business, and one in front of me, who was clearly trying to figure out the best way to start putting the moves on me. I wasn’t dressed to kill by any means, but I was happy with how I looked. A dark, knee length skirt and a white button down blouse did a decent job showing off my slender figure and impressive breasts. My deep auburn hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, subtly ready for any opportunity. My flats were strategically chosen over heels for stability, should a quick chance in a cramped spot present itself. I eyed the cocky pretender in front of me subtly, but thoroughly, giving him some serious consideration. He was jittery, though. He wanted it too badly. He had “disappointing quickie” written all over him. So, as he was trying to figure out how to break the ice, I turned to the baby faced newcomer behind me, striking up a polite conversation.

His name was Ron, and he seemed genuinely surprised that anyone would want to talk to him, let alone an upperclassman, let alone one who looked like me. Still, he was engaging and courteous, with an impressive wit (an instant turn on) and an effortless air to him. I got the surge of energy that only comes with knowing that a mark had been obtained, a predatory thrill that cannot be described. After we had both received our food, he made a line towards a table of friends, including the wannabe ladies man that had been in front of me in line. I quietly suggested we find some place less crowded to chat, just the two of us. He seemed hesitant at first, until the reality of what I was suggesting settled in. We found a semi-quiet corner, where we picked up where we left off, finding common ground in our love for classic rock, classic movies, and reading. Of course, the conversation drifted (at my subtle urging) towards more adult topics.

Ron didn’t try to make himself out to be a hyper-experienced lover boy, which was refreshing. He admitted that he had only been with one girl before, a girlfriend that he had broken up with shortly before leaving for college. He wasn’t sure how good he was, but his ex had never complained. I slyly suggested that I would very much like to sample his skills, something that caused him to choke on his soda. He regained his composure and managed to choke out a simple “When?” I glanced at my watch and shrugged, getting up and heading for the door, putting a little extra sway in my step. I knew his eyes, along with the eyes of a healthy number of other guys, were on me, and I couldn’t help but smile. It was good to be back in my prime hunting grounds. I reached the door and pulled it open, holding it for just a fraction of a second before Ron grabbed it from me. It was certainly gratifying, my reputation hadn’t had a chance to precede me, but I still had this young man eating out of the palm of my hand. As we disappeared from the sight of the semi-crowded cafeteria, I spun around and kissed Ron, pouring my months of pent up sexual frustration into this poor, nearly virginal boy. As he pulled me close, I could feel his hardon pressing against me. It was hard to gauge size, but he was certainly intriguing, and his kissing game was impressive, too. We finally peeled apart, leaving me out of breath already, to find a few people watching us, specifically Ron’s fellow freshmen, unaccustomed to such displays. I just smiled, wiped some of my red lipstick off of his face, and asked him if he thought we could make it back to his dorm. He nodded nervously, and I offered him my hand, telling him to lead the way. He took it, and as cool as he tried to play it, I could feel him trembling.

He practically dragged me across campus. Even in my flats, I struggled to keep up with the eager freshman. Fortunately, the freshman dorms were close to the cafeteria, so I didn’t have to keep up with him for long. He pulled out his keys, managing to unlock the door on only his second or third try. We moved through the sparsely populated common room and into the stairwell at a breakneck pace. In the relative privacy of the stairs, I pulled back against Ron’s insistent pull, causing him to stumble back towards me, giving me an opportunity to pull him in for a searing kiss. I could feel him calm as I snaked my tongue into his mouth. His instinct kicked in as he wrapped his arms around me, placing one at the small of my back, his other hand cupping my ass, pulling me in close. I could feel his rock hard cock pushing insistently, and probably uncomfortably, against his pants. I gently maneuvered him into the corner before breaking off the kiss, something he wasn’t eager to allow. I simply shushed him, pressing a finger against his lips for a moment before I moved both hands to his belt. His eyes widened and darted towards the simple push door that we had just come through, with no locking mechanism and nothing in sight to block it with. I just grabbed his chin and redirected his gaze to my eyes. I didn’t say anything; I just tried to calm him. It wasn’t the first time I’d blown a guy in a stairwell, I wasn’t even sure that it was the first time that I had blown a guy in this exact stairwell, and I could count the number of times I’d been interrupted on one hand. Even then, it was rare that anyone took notice. College is a magical place.

Unfastening his pants, I fished his dick out as I fell to my knees. He was impressive indeed, well above average length, though not terribly thick. Precum was already drooling from it, which I quickly lapped up as an appetizer, which caused Ron to gasp loudly. Glancing up, he had his eyes clenched shut and his hands buried in his hair, his face twisted into an expression that told me that he was already straining to not shoot off. I took the head in my mouth, sucking softly, causing him to start panting. When I cranked it up to eleven, deepthroating his entire length in one quick movement, he growled out, pounded his clenched fist off of the white concrete block wall hard enough that I briefly worried he’d broken something, and unleashed his first load into my mouth. Having anticipated this, I pulled back quickly, giving me enough room to handle his thick, salty load. Shot after shot burst out, and I gulped it down greedily. He was growling loudly enough for the duration that I was worried someone may come to investigate, but either no one heard, no one cared, or no one was rude enough to interrupt what was obviously happening. As his ropes of cum turned into dribbles and his growls and groans subsided, he began a steady stream of apologies. I let him pop free of my mouth and stood up, shushing him with a finger to his lips again as I swallowed the last drops. I kissed him softly on his cheek and told him to put himself away and lead on to his room. He looked bewildered, like I was supposed to have lost all interest in him. His youthful energy, something I had come to take for granted in my college years, had left his cock mostly hard in the aftermath, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much to get him going for round two, and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook with just a blowjob. I had needs, too.

His room was on the third floor, and was somehow already a mess, despite the short amount of time he’d been living there. He mumbled another apology as he stepped inside behind me, letting the door swing shut behind him. I considered attacking him as soon as the door closed, but I wanted to make this something noteworthy, a place for my reputation to spread among the new students naturally. I took his hand, much more steady now that his first load was out of the way. I led him to the bunk bed and gently pushed him down. He briefly protested, saying that it was his roommate’s bed, but I shushed him again. I wasn’t in a position to care. I was in control, yes, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t eager, maybe a bit more than I should have been.

I slid my shoes off and stood in front of him and began swaying my hips slightly as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, starting at the bottom, revealing inch after inch of pale skin. Ron was already rubbing himself through his pants. Before I even got halfway through the buttons, it was clear he was ready to go again. I kept eye contact through it all, even if he didn’t. His eyes seemed to follow my hands as I undid button after button. He audibly gasped as my light, lacy bra came into view. After finishing the final button, I let my shirt hang open, my hips still swaying to an unheard beat, as I traced my fingers lightly over my bra. I turned around slowly, facing the wall opposite Ron, and let my shirt slide from my shoulder, down my arms, and to the floor before reaching back and unfastening my bra. I made short work of it, pulling it off and casting it aside. Placing a hand on either thigh, I slowly inched the skirt up over inch after inch of pale skin, until finally I revealed my white lacy boy thong, causing Ron to groan loudly. I snuck a glance over my shoulder, where my soon-to-be lover had taken his cock out, already harder than ever, and was lazily jacking it while watching the show. With my hands at my waist, I grasped the zipper of my skirt, lowering it as I lowered the hemline again, allowing it to fall free as well, leaving me in this strange freshman boy’s dorm room in nothing but my panties. I could hear his breathing getting faster. I stepped back, over my puddled clothes. It only took one step to get across the small dorm room, placing me between my new lover’s legs, still facing away from him.

Gently, I lowered myself onto his lap, gasping slightly as I felt the heat of his hardon pressing against my back. I arched my back slightly, rubbing it between my asscheeks as I reached back, taking his hands and wrapping them around me, placing them on my bare tits. His hands were soft, but his grasp was firm, and he wasted no time squeezing, pawing, and tweaking them. My eyes fluttered. I was already turned on, but his attentiveness to my sensitive nipples was drowning my brain in lustful thoughts. My hips were moving over his cock of their own free will, the mingled scent of arousal from both of us thick in the air. Slowly, almost experimentally, he moved one hand from my chest, down my stomach, and to the waistband of my panties. When he stopped, I quickly grabbed his wrist and moved it down, sliding it beneath my thong. When his warm fingers came into contact with my clit, I screamed out, not long, but loud enough that any of his neighbors who happened to be in would have heard. He expertly started a steady motion, small circles that sent my hips bucking towards him. He may have only been with one woman before, but he certainly knew what he was doing.

I craned my head back, finding his lips, ready and waiting. I don’t know how long I stayed contorted like that, bucking my hips against his fingers as our tongues sparred for dominance, before I finally decided I needed more. I seized his wrist, forcing him to stop. I arched my back and pulled my panties down before spinning over. My ponytail had come free at some point, but I didn’t care. I shuddered, feeling his blazing hot shaft sandwiched between us. I took a deep breath, sliding my pussy over its length, helped along by the sweat that was coating both of our bodies. I raised my hips, lowering one hand between us to aim him. I groaned just at the feeling of him pressing against my pussy. I looked deep into his eyes, and I lowered myself onto him.

I didn’t maintain eye contact for long. About halfway down his length, I buried my head into his shoulder. After months without a good fuck, just this left me feeling too weak to even hold my head up. He wasn’t stretching me, he wasn’t pushing my limits, but he was the right dick at the right time. When our hips finally met again, him buried inside me fully, I pushed myself up on shaky arms and sat fully upright, putting one hand on the bunk above me to steady myself. I wish I could say that I took it slow, giving Ron a performance that I could be proud of, but my self control was spent. I brushed my hair back out of my face, looked down at him, and I went full force, rocking my hips furiously against him. Ron did his best to keep up, but he quickly resigned himself to laying back and letting me fuck him the way I wanted. Gripping the metal supports for the bunk above me, I used the leverage to buck myself against him as hard as possible, reveling in the feeling of my clit sliding across his sweat-slicked skin, moaning out my pleasure at the top of my lungs with every slight movement.

Ron didn’t last long. I couldn’t reasonably expect him to, given the situation. I was so caught up in getting mine (a cardinal sin when it comes to fucking, but desperate times), that I didn’t notice the telltale signs of Ron reaching his limit until he growled out, grabbing my hips roughly and flooding me, that lovely warm sensation spreading through me as his second load of the day coated my insides. I hummed happily as his grip loosened, moving my hips over his deflating cock and enjoying the feeling of a healthy load deep in my pussy.

I didn’t stay long afterward. I lay with him long enough to get my strength up, but then I got dressed and checked myself in the mirror to make sure my makeup wasn’t too obviously messed up. Ron sleepily thanked me, and I crossed back to his roommate’s bunk, where he was still laying, and kissed him on the cheek. I apologized for finishing him off too quickly, and promised to make it up to him next time. He was too tired to properly process what I’d just said, so I scribbled my name and number on a scrap of paper and placed it on his bed before slipping out the door.

He, of course, called me, eager for a repeat performance, but that’s a whole different story.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cns82q/fucking_the_freshman_fm