So I guess a global pandemic is enough to make me write my first story. Been following this subreddit for a few years (even before the infamous roommate saga). For all reasons privacy the names of people and places have been changed to protect identities and to cover my arse. Sexy stuff is after the ——- and sorry if it’s a bit long. So without further ado here goes nothing:
My name’s Danny (Purely because I’m watching Ocean’s Eleven whilst writing this, solid film.), in my early 20s, from Northern England and studied one of the sciences at one of the most social and booziest Unis in the country where I have my fair share of embarrassing and wild stories. I’m about 5ft 10-11, white with short dark brown hair and have a reasonable build (Getting fit during the lockdown though).
The lady of this story is Triss, a short brunette with B/C cup tits, a cracking arse and an obsession for flowery dresses and cracking lingerie. We first properly met when a mutual friend hooked me up with a ticket for the Wednesday social, a legendary weekly fancy dress bar crawl with cheesy music ranging from the best of West life and S-Club 7 to ABBA and Queen. The exploits students would get up to on this bar crawl were borderline unreal and I love regularly hearing them.
So I pick up the ticket off her and begin just lightly flirting over facebook for a few weeks before I get a message one Monday from her. She’d just gotten back from home home and needed an excuse to get out of the library. I was in town at my work for a low-key movie night where I had to beg the rest of my work mates not to put on a scary film (Detest that sort of stuff, don’t judge me!). We planned to meet up in the middle of town after the first film was over and I’d sneak out to go for a walk and some fresh night time air.
Triss met me at the square and we walked around for about a solid hour, going from the centre of town to the more indie part before treading through the quieter parts. The buildings had this sort of charm and if it snowed you’d think it would be the perfect romantic place for some romcom. But whilst walking the streets, laughing and chatting as we went as the rain lightly spitted down, I was completely oblivious. (This is a common theme with me and any future stories)
We headed back to mine and started watching a few films whilst we chatted, first going through 21 Jump Street without making a move because I forgot how hilarious the film was and then some film called The Hustle which we didn’t get 5 minutes into before I made a move.
——-Starts Here——-
We were laid down face to face, our noses barely touching and our eyes looking into each others. I’d been in this sort of position before but was oblivious every time until one lovely lass finally informed me of how much of a tool I was being. I went in for the kiss during a lull in the conversation and from that moment it was on as we began to make out all hot and heavy like.
“So…. How about we see these amazing tits you keep going on about.” I let out, half banter half serious.
“You’re going to have to work harder than that.” Triss replied with a laugh before we resumed the kissing. My hand slowly made its way down from her face, tracing her neck and down her body before slowly sliding between her legs. Instinctively she slightly parted her legs to allow me room to slowly rub over her pants. Her hips began to push up, rubbing herself harder against my hand as her breath began to quicken and a light moan came out.
I quickly began kissing down to her neck, sucking and nibbling slightly along the way (I love a bit of neck biting), my hand moved from over her pants to over her panties, which were absolutely soaking. She began to moan more and more before we broke off. Each of us throwing off our tops somewhere into my messy student room and I began to undo her pants. She laughed as I struggled to untie the drawstring holding them up as I was engrossed by her tits. Absolutely perfect with two small nipples that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on.
“Hurry up then,” She commented as she exaggerated with an eyeroll.
The pants finally conceded to me as we fully stripped off, we carried on kissing as my hands resumed exploring her body. My fingers began playing with her soaking pussy, dipping my fingers inside her before rubbing her wetness over her lips and onto her clit.
“OOOOhh yes!” Triss moaned some more as my instincts began to take over.
I began to kiss down her neck further and reached her tits, lightly biting and sucking on her left side as her moans got louder and I slipped one and then a second finger into her, curling them up to rub the roof of her pussy.
As she bucked against my fingers, her moans and gasps getting louder and louder, the urge to taste her became irresistible. I trailed kisses down her body before reaching my prize. Kissing her left inner thigh and then her right, gently blowing on her lips in between before licking from her hole to her clit. Each move had her wrestling with the bed sheets, clumps gripped in each hand, my mouth focused on her clit, latching on and sucking as my tongue stroked and flicked away.
My fingers swapped from her g-spot to the floor of her pussy. Triss’ legs wrapped around my head as I began to pump them into her fast and hard against the bottom of it. “Oh my God!” She screamed over and over as she clamped down on my fingers, cumming hard and leaving her shuddering for a good couple of minutes.
Untangling my head from her legs vice-like grip, I made my way up to kiss her. My face and lips covered in her juices as we slowly continued to make out whilst she recovered. We took a short break, a quick drink of water and I checked my phone, a miss call and a text from my housemate basically asking if I brought a banshee home.
“Where did you learn to finger like that?” Triss asked.
“Lost my V to a lesbian, she taught me the ropes.” I replied, half laughing half serious.
“Oh..” She laughed with me before saying “I need you to fuck me.”
“Okay.” I said, kissing her as got into position to fuck her missionary style.
I teased her pussy slightly, coating my rock hard cock with her juices as I positioned it at her hole.
“C’m….” She began to say before I slid into her, my 4-5 inch cock sliding almost completely into her. Eyes rolling back and her mouth agape, I let her get used to it before thrusting the last half an inch deep into her. “AHHHH!” She yelped in pleasure as a began to thrust deep into her steadily. Wanting to get deeper into her I put her legs on either shoulder as I stared deep into her eyes and fucked her with determination.
“Choke me.” She said. [Disclaimer: This wasn’t the first time I choked her after she accidentally choked on a brownie from a charity bake sale my mates were hosting at the Uni’s Student Union. Whoops…]
I let down her left leg, the right still against my shoulder as I pounded into her and grabbed her by the neck. Squeezing either side of her neck (not the throat ofc) she was in euphoria shortly after, she grabbed at my back, her nails dug into me as she scratched and screamed so loud whilst she came, I knew I was going to be getting a bollocking from the house the next day. I fucked her through the orgasm, her pussy squeezing my dick as I continued thrusting before I began to get tired.
“I want you on top.” I said, letting her take control as she mounted me.
Triss slid my down onto me and began grinding her clit against my crotch, absolutely enjoying herself. I was having a great time too, admiring her curve and gorgeous tits before leaning up to quickly kiss her and then take a nipple between my teeth, gently tugging it and flicking it with my tongue.
All of this sent her into overdrive, moaning constantly she pushed me down. One hand on my chest whilst the other grabbed the headboard, banging it against the wall that was between me and my poor housemate. My thumb found its way to her clit again as Triss came hard before collapsing on top of me, her shudders lasting minutes again as I hugged her and fed her water.
“No more.” She said, “I’m too sensitive.”
“Aww damn, I didn’t even get to cum.” I joked, not too fussed as it was a regular occurrence.
“Well.” She replied between breaths, “It’s your fault you got me off so hard I couldn’t continue.”
We joked a bit, sent a snap to our mutual mate and her bf as a laugh and chatted for a little while before she passed out and I slowly nodded off in a sweaty and sticky heap.
Nothing much else happened that time. In the morning, after an awkward hello to my housemate (bless his little cotton socks), she traded me a cheese toastie for some nudes and I had a decent day after relieving a 4 month dry spell.
Sorry about any British mannerisms that crop up, can’t help it. Any comments or criticism would be appreciated, not used to writing stories.
Cheers
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/frgzgh/mf_unidays_fucking_a_banshee