Years ago, when I was in college, I went out for the night with friends. We went to a few bars, met a group of guys and ended up at a party. We all had a good time, but one of the guys (let’s call him James) left a little earlier as he had class the next day. I ended up chatting with his dormmate (Frank), and finally, he took me to his dorm.
When we got there, the room was dark, but through the light of the streetlamp coming in through the window, I could see the sleeping form of James in his bed, lying on his side with his back to us. I thought Frank would tell him to skedaddle out of there, but Frank told me not to worry and that James was lightweight and was probably passed out from the drinking earlier. That was fine enough for me, and I ended up sitting on his lap, topless, while Frank, to put it frankly, went to town on my boobs. I always enjoy that, though in those days, most guys my age, despite loving big boobs, paid very little attention to them. But Frank did; he spent an age with his mouth on them, kissing, nibbling, biting and pinching my nipples with his fingers. And I enjoyed myself on his lap, moaning and encouraging him.
When his ardour seemed to wane a little, I got up off him and stripped off the rest of my clothes, helping Frank out of his clothes. I had him sit back, knelt on the floor between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I gave him the sloppiest, wettest blowjob I could. I sucked, slurped and stroked his hard length with my lips and tongue. I remember thinking it was good that James was a lightweight because Frank moaned quite loudly when I deepthroated him. Then when he was wet enough, I wrapped my boobs around his cock and started to stroke his cock, all the while licking the head when it popped out of my cleavage. Frank closed his eyes and leaned his head back, and got louder. Even though stroking a guy with my boobs didn’t do much for me personally, it was hot to see him enjoy it, so I responded with my moans.
Finally, fearing that if I kept it up for much longer, I would have a guy cumming on my face and breasts and not get it up for a second time (he had been drinking quite a lot earlier.) to fuck me, I plopped him out from between my breasts. He hurried back to the bed, and I went to get the condom out of his wallet on the floor.
It was then I noticed that the figure lying on the bed opposite us was not lying as he had been earlier. James had been facing the wall when we had come in, away from us. Now, he was halfway turned around, still mostly on his side, but facing towards us. And his face was scrunched up, not the relaxed look of someone sleeping. And more tellingly, one hand was down and inside his shorts.
Now I am not an exhibitionist and never had been one. But at that moment, I felt a little thrill at the thought of him watching us. I didn’t want to bust him, so I hurried and got the condom and got it on Frank. Then I got back on the bed, straddling Frank, rubbing his cock against my pussy before letting him slip in. The “Oh, fuck,” from his lips when I enveloped him was exquisite; his eyes closed and head arching back. The bed squeaked as I began moving on top of him. As I was to learn later, the sight of me riding him, my breasts bouncing, sparkling with sweat and spit in the dim light, was a pretty good sight.
The chest of drawer between the bed was a little taller than Frank’s bed, so he was out of sight, but I could clearly see James from my vantage point. James was awake; our eyes met. He had an expression on his face that clearly said, “Shit,” and panicked at being caught. But instead of saying anything, I kept riding Frank. I stared straight back into his eyes, and James, encouraged by that, started to stroke himself. He even pulled down his shorts and exposed his cock as he stroked. He did have a nice cock – I could see that he was long and thick, certainly more so than the one I was riding.
As my pace quickened, as the bed began to squeak even more, our moans grew louder, and the rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy seemed loud in the room. James kept stroking, but our naughty moment was broken when Frank moaned that he was getting close. He was lasting surprisingly longer than I had expected. I got off his cock, took off the condom and knelt on the bed between his legs.
I tilted my head slightly to the side as I started to suck Frank’s cock again. I could not see his face, but James was still stroking. I was as loud as possible in my sucking, wet sounds and moaning. I am sure James could clearly hear me sucking and slurping on his dormmate’s cock.
Then Frank was cumming in my mouth, and I focused on the cock in my mouth and lost sight of the one being stroked. When I finished sucking all the cum out of Frank’s cock, I glanced back at the other bed. James was still stroking, and as I watched, he shook and started cumming, his cum blasting onto the sheets – he had volume comparable to his size. I was so tempted to jump off the bed and go over and start sucking him. But that would not have been classy. Instead, I crawled up next to Frank and fell asleep. I might have been thinking about James’ cock until I fell asleep.
When I woke up, James was gone. Frank was still out cold. I debated leaving a message, but I got nervous, thinking about what kind of fallout I would have to deal with if I jumped from Frank’s cock to James’. I was not known as a slut, though there had been some stories about me – unconfirmed and without evidence, so I got away with it. SoI should stop thinking with my pussy and just leave. And that’s what I did.
But then, a week or so later, I am out for a stroll in a local park one evening. Who should I see, sitting on a bench by the path? It was James. He recognized me, and I approached him. We both made jokes about seeing each other adequately clothed, and I am certain it was his humour that drew me to him. Certainly not the thought that James might possess the biggest cock I had seen until then. In the week that followed that night, I indeed had not been replaying the image of that night in my mind, trying to confirm in my thoughts how he was hung. I certainly did not masturbate to the thought of him fucking me, nor did I drive over to their dorm and sit outside thinking how I should approach him until I finally chickened out and went back to my home and masturbated.
It was utterly and unequivocally because of his great humour and wit that less than half an hour after meeting him in the park, that I was sitting on a park bench while he stood in front of me as I tried to deepthroat his huge cock. James was so hilarious that when he told me he didn’t have a condom on him, I lied and said that if he wanted to, I did not mind him fucking me bareback. I ended up kneeling on the bench, my torso on the table as I reached back to spread myself as much as possible so his huge cock could ravage my pussy. He did go slowly at first, but I kept encouraging him. It hurt at first, but in a good way. Good thing I had been wearing panties because James used them to gag me as I was being quite loud. The park was usually empty at night, but he wasn’t taking any chances. And then, after cumming on his cock at least three times, when he finished in me, I lay back on the table and played with my cum soaked pussy until I cummed again.
I invited him to dinner the next time at my place. Dinner couldn’t be over fast enough because he took me to the bedroom and told me hilarious jokes until I could not walk straight the following day. Good thing I did not have to do any walking that morning because I spent most of it on all fours or on top of him.
We dated for the remainder of the year. Sex was great, but we had problems that grew as the time went on, and I despite how much I enjoyed his cock, I finally dumped him.
Side note: In the almost two decades since then, he is now the third biggest I have had. I got the feeling this will be a frequent question.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ug4b28/how_i_met_my_first_really_big_cock_mf
Very hot 🔥. Nothing like college to broaden you. 😉