Brit abroad’s adventures in the exchange students’ dorm [MF]

This story takes place at an American university where I was a study abroad student for a year. As a Brit in the states, there were more than a few adventures, but I still think about this encounter to this day.

At the start of the second semester, a new intake of students arrived in our dorm, and in the early days of the new calendar year a house party off campus brought everyone together.

One of the new girls was Brooke (fake name), a freshman starting her first semester at college. She was fresh-faced but had an attitude beyond her years – as I was about to find out.

Tall, about 5’9”, with long legs, pale white skin and a slender frame, she was noticeably cute, and – being American but having grown up in the Caribbean – had a quirky accent that made her all the more intriguing.

She was wearing skinny jeans that showed off her ass – plump and tight with just enough to grab – and a top with just enough cleavage to notice her perky b-cup tits.

The house party was the first time we spoke, and when I first learned her name. Stood in a doorway, drinking light beers on the periphery of the party, we got talking. She had a naughty twinkle in her eye that made it clear the attraction between us was mutual.

After some playful banter we started to make out – classic college party stuff. Our hands started to explore more of each others bodies as we kissed. She put her arms around my neck and, on tip toes, whispered in my ear, “my pussy is tighter than any virgin’s.”

“You’re going to have to prove it”, I replied.

The stakes now raised, we quickly left the party and got a cab back to the dorm. I kissed her neck on the backseat while she gripped my hard cock through my jeans.

We both had room mates who were in, so we headed for the basement lounge – always empty at night and notorious as the hookup spot in the building.

Entering the room, dark but for a couple of windows, we made out against the wall, and my hand disappeared down the front of her jeans. Beneath her panties, my fingertips found the wetness of her pussy as they parted her lips. After teasing her open, I found her clit and begun to run my finger in circles over it.

Pulling her shirt over her head, I began to suck on her nipples, squeezing her tits – the perfect handful – while my other hand continued to stroke her clit, the moonlight catching the lines of her toned stomach.

Brooke groaned loudly, biting my neck as she grasped at the back of my head. She turned us around so my back was against the wall and dropped to her knees. I pulled off my t-shirt as she unfastened my jeans and took out my hard cock.

“I’ve never seen foreskin before”, she said, wrapping her fingers around me. Brooke didn’t lack for enthusiasm – before I could reply she was stroking my shaft while her lips glided over the tip of my dick.

I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled her back up to her feet and spun her around. She dropped her jeans and stepped out of them before I pulled her closer by the hip, the tip of my cock slowly entering her.

She let out a moan as I slowly pushed myself inside of her. Fuck, she was tight. Almost too tight, actually. I must have been about two inches inside of her and it was hard work.

I reached around to help guide myself in, brushing my fingertips over her clit, when my hand found her wet pussy… without me in it.

“I’m in your ass”, I said – not my smoothest line.

“Mmm, I know”, replied Brooke. Fuck, she was good at this.

Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I pulled out and guided myself into her pussy. She wasn’t lying about how tight she was – she gripped me hard as I fucked her. Full of lust, I could feel her dripping down my balls as she took every last inch of my cock.

I reached up and took a fistful of her hair, pulling gently to tilt her head and arch her back, fucking her hard, her ass slapping against my hips with each thrust.

“I’ve been with boys before but you fuck me like a man”, said Brooke. I can still hear her saying it all these years later.

Soon she guided me to a nearby chair and sat me down. She turned around and sat on top of me, rolling her hips as she rode me reverse cowgirl.

It wasn’t long before her breath shortened and her moans got lower. “Ooh papi”, she groaned – that Caribbean lilt coming to the fore again.

Her body tightened and her back arched as she came with a shiver.

I hopped up and lay her down in the chair, lifting her legs and fucking her hard with her ankles around my neck. She opened her legs and brought me to her mouth where we kissed passionately.

Her hands gripped my back as she started to bite my neck again. Explaining the marks the next day was certainly interesting.

True to her word, she flexed her pussy, gripping me tightly. It wasn’t long before I was unloading into her with a moan (she’d told me earlier she was on the pill).

We kissed and went back to our rooms. Needless to say that wasn’t the last time I hooked up with the seemingly shy new girl.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lg495x/brit_abroads_adventures_in_the_exchange_students