How I [24M] fucked the hot bodacious Track and Field girl wild child [F]: one night stand turns into the best sex of my life

Flashback to 3 years ago I’ve just finished up my second sophomore semester and am on our college’s campus in June. That year a large contingent (around 75%) of the sophomore class independently have decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and enroll in classes for the summer. We are the only ones there and it feels like camp except only it’s college version.

I’m living with 9 of my closest friends in a large house just off campus and times are good to say the least. Classes are laughably easy, days spent drinking, BBQing, hanging out by the lake nearby, and of course scoping out our options for the nights to come. We colloquially term our palace of filth *Narnia*, an ironic misnomer as there is nothing magical about this farce of building code violations. The stair case is warped all the way up to the third floor, presenting a cyclopean vision of drunken engineering. 3 of the 8 steps on the front porch have cracked inwardly. One of the bathrooms still has an old victorian toilet with the water tank hooked up above the bowl on the wall. The true icing on the cake, however, is the black mold that has formed its own biome on the basement’s brickwork, likely having set up shop shortly after the building’s *construction* in the late 1800s. Needless to say — we love the place, and regularly throw parties for anyone who will brave its treacherous environs. I have a prime spot in the house living with my good friend, Bryan, in the largest room on the third floor. We have an adjoining outer room that largely functions as a secondary party spot to the basement. We’ve decked it out with some god awful tiki decorations, a salvaged stereo/speakers, a coach, and some strobe lights. The only downside is that Bryan and I are sleeping directly across from one another. He’s just started seeing this girl Emily a lot this spring and I anticipate getting semi-frequently locked out. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

That first weekend on campus with everyone back is truly magical, the feeling of excitement in the air is infectious as people mingle and reunite with friends after an abbreviated hiatus. We are the first class ever who has chosen to really stay on campus for summer like this en masse. There is something novel and exciting about it. We are trend setters. We are about to get the most out of our college experience, like no one ever has. It’s reminiscent of matriculation two years prior except even better this time, since we all know one other. It’s familiar and fun. Everyone is eager for the debauchery that will surely soon abound and we don’t have to wait long.

An element of group think takes hold of everyone congregating on the quad and soon a throng of bodies is making its way over to the lake to swim. Most don’t even have time to change into proper bathing suits and instead choose to either go in their skivvies or nothing at all. It’s not just the guys who have decided to forego any article of clothing but also the girls too, especially as more and more booze is delivered. By 3:00pm, it’s 90 degrees, the sun is high, and nearly everyone is wasted. People are largely diffused between groups swimming off of the docks, BBQing to the side, or just lounging on the grass flirting. I pull myself out of the water, profoundly sun burned and without a care in the world as half my body lies on the hot dock with my legs dangling in the cool water. My friend Bryan hoists himself out of the water and takes up a position next to me. I’m in state of ignorant bliss as he says to me,

“Holy shit that girl is jumping off the rope swing completely nude!”

Sure enough I bring myself up and look. I’ve never seen her before. She’s completely nude and outrageously hot. She has a body that seems to defy logic: beautiful perky C-cup tits, the fattest ass I’ve ever seen on a girl that size, a face like Hayden Panettiere mixed with an angel, and a crazy low body fat percentage. But what really catches my attention is the fact that she’s bellowing a Tarzan yell as she goes over on the swing and does a perfect backflip into the water. As she does I see her literal moon of an ass in all its glory. This girl is fucking awesome. Her head surfaces and she lets out a howl in celebration. I see a pack of equally hot and nude girls cheering her on from the shoreline with animalistic howls of their own.

*I really want to fuck this girl.*

“Dude, who is she and why have I never met her?” I say to Bryan, my sense of FOMO growing as the seconds drag on.

“Oh that’s Sarah, she’s a track girl part of that bike and track team friend group that’s super cliquey.”

*Fuck how am I ever going to penetrate this group, it’d be easier to break into Fort Knox than befriend any of them.*

I guess Bryan sees the not so subtle look of disappointment creep across my drunken face. He puts a conciliatory arm around my shoulder and says with a patronizing grin,

“Don’t you worry, Matt is coming to visit Mary this weekend. We can hang out with them and light off some fire works or something.”

“And?” I ask.

“Andddd Mary is a part of that friend group you goon,” he motions with his head over at the shoreline.

Sure enough there’s Mary about to hop on the rope swing jubilant yells already escaping her mouth. Mary is fucking hot, too, the whole group is. She’s one of those girls who is incredibly athletic and you can tell is an amazing lay. In my drunken state I only had eyes for Sarah and neglected to see her.

“Bryan you fucking genius,” I say with renewed purpose.

*I’m going to fuck Sarah.*

“I’ve never been accused of that before.”

Matt is a year older than us and is one of our good friends. He’s working this summer a little while from campus in Charlotte. He’s one of those guys that every dude hates because he’s unbelievably good looking. Long flowing blonde hair, chiseled jaw line, and the body of a Greek god. Every girl on campus wants to fuck him and monogamy isn’t exactly something he subscribes to. Mary knows it, but is just too in love with him to do anything about it. It’s sad to see but she’s one of those people who will actively ignore a problem if it isn’t presented to her. So the dynamic works, for now.

Sure enough later that night Bryan and I meet up with Mary, Matt, and this beautiful assortment of wild women. Situated behind the couple is a group of five cheering on a girl who’s doing impossibly tight circles turns on a bike. She’s got her legs all the way on the handlebars and her huge ass in jean shorts is tucked snuggly against the handlebars. Her hands are on the outside grips and she’s tucked up in a sort of ball. To this day I still have no idea how she was able to turn let alone see over the top of the handle bars. It would have been laughably goofy if it weren’t so impressive. Then I notice that it’s Sarah on the bike as her head pops up after her final hairpin turn. A look of dizzied triumph evident on her beautiful face. *Of course it’s Sarah on the bike.* I’m drawing up a game plan to flirt with her as Matt asks Bryan,

“You got the goods?”

“Rest assured we do in fact have the goods,” Bryan replies, a sly grin spreading across his face as he unzips his backpack to reveal a considerable arsenal. Mortars. M80s. Bottle rockets. Roman candles. Sparklers round out the pyrotechnical smorgasbord.

“That’ll do,” Matt says and the couple flash equally toothy grins at Bryan.

We’re in the middle of a sports field slightly removed from the main campus, a place the local PD rarely visit. An ideal location for getting up to no good. Mary wrangles her pack of chaotic nymphs and they greedily grab whatever piques their interest. Thirty seconds later the sky is lit up with colossal mortars with payloads illegal in most territories of the continental United States. Each *phoomp* of the mortars being shot and delayed *boom* as they disintegrate in the sky, provides a tempo to the frenetic energy of the night. Two of the girls are wizard dueling with Roman candles, others are tossing M80s like Vietcong jungle fighters, and others still hold fistfuls of sparklers as they dance. Sarah is one of the sparkler girls. The dazzling sparks light up her tight fitting shirt and her not so subtle curves. The illumination of the numerous sparklers leave no doubt as to how beautiful she is. As her last one goes out, I make my move. I walk over to her with a pack of bottle rockets and a few beer bottles,

“Wanna light these off with me?”

She nods eagerly and I set them up on the ground. They screech into the sky and etch crazed orange streaks on the trajectory upwards before popping in a flash. Sarah looks up at me and I meet her gaze. A look of impetuous yearning emblazoned in her sky blue eyes. I know she wants to fuck me at this point. Before I can do anything about it though, the telltale flashing blue/red lights and sirens of police cruisers greet us from the connecting road.

“Run!” Matt yells over the still deafening roar of the final mortar.I grab Sarah’s hand and we break into a full sprint for the woods behind us. Rough brambles and grasping cedar branches scratch at my skin leaving a medley of weeping cuts on my exposed legs and arms. After the initial boost adrenaline has worn off I realize that I can no longer hear sirens or see lights. I stop — covered in sweat, sucking wind, with Sarah’s hand still in mine. We’ve lost the rest of the group in our mad dash and are alone. She’s smiling and still has that horny look in her eyes.

“I guess we should find th-,” before I know it she pushes me against a tree, unceremoniously kissing me, cutting me off midsentence. This is so fucking hot I’ve never had a girl take what she wants from me like this. She kisses like she goes about the rest of her life, wild like a person possessed. She’s a good kisser and aggressive about it. Sucking my lips and tongue with abandon rubbing my cock over my shorts as she goes. I feel her ass under jean shorts savoring it’s size and the fact it dwarfs the thong nestled in between her cheeks. I’m rock hard at this point and ready to fuck in the middle of the woods. I’ve never done this before and am really excited about it. I’m just about to start taking off my shorts when she just runs off into the woods. I’m left staring at her beautiful ass in a love drunk daze as she shoots out of sight. That mischievous minx just abandoned me.

*What the fuck just happened?*

I end up reconvening with Bryan at Narnia half an hour later his own shirt bloodied and torn by the affair.

“So you and Sarah were in the woods for a while,” Bryan says lounging on the coach beer in hand.

“She sort of kissed me like her life depended on it and then ran off two minutes later,” I say still bewildered.

“Give it time my man, she’s a wild child through and through,” he says with the practiced ease of a man who’s spent years dealing with crazy women.

We nurse our respective wounds and life continues on.

Weeks pass without a Sarah sighting until the Fourth of July. One of our housemates Jared, a stick figure of a human being, has gotten really into drugs this summer and has convinced us all that the holiday would be made infinitely better with a cocktail of his own devious creation. The mad scientist has spent weeks perfecting what he calls Ambrosia. Initially hesitant to reveal his secrets he relents when all of us to refuse to take something that might very well kill us without at least knowing what it is. His recipe is roughly as follows:

– MDMA, Mushrooms, Cocaine, Ketamine, Cough Syrup, LSD, Viagra, and a touch of Xanax

After administering the noxious brew to himself several nights and a few guinea pigs amongst us without any adverse effects, he passes the admittedly low bar for clinical trials. So emboldened by hours of day drinking on the Fourth of July, the fellowship of the nine idiots of Narnia embarks on a mind altering quest with Jared as our Gandalf. The ensuing hours are a fevered panoply of emotions, sights, and sounds. Each experience novel and heightened to its fullest extent. As the sun sets we receive word that a party of biblical proportions is occurring in a nearby friend’s basement. We arrive and descend down the stairs. The sweaty press of bodies and heat coming off of them greets us immediately. Chest vibrating house music and strobes further addling our beleaguered senses. And then I see her. I see Sarah. Tribal, sweaty, and immensely hot as she tears up the dance floor. She’s wearing the same jean shorts I had seen her in nearly a month earlier and a crop top that doesn’t leave a lot to imagination. Her blonde hair sways around with each gyrating motion of her hips and accompanying movement of her upper body, accentuating her perfectly crafted features. She sees me too, I swear she gives a half lip bite and then mouths something that I can’t make out.

*She needs me and I need her.*

I go up to her and the rest of her pack.

“Hey,” I manage to say.

“Hey,” she replies.

I think this might be the first thing she’s ever actually said anything to me. She’s got a high pitched sort of raspy voice that says *fuck me*. She grabs my face, violently kissing me on the mouth for a few passionate moments, and leads out by the hand. Like a valkyrie from times of old viking myth she delivers me to the hall of heroes, or at least my version of it.We ascend the broken front stairs of Narnia and the bewilderingly lopsided staircase, me staring at her ass the whole way up.

*I can’t wait to fuck her from behind.*

We get back into the outer room adjoining mine and the bedroom door is locked.

*Fuck I guess Bryan already went back with Emily.*

As I’m struggling to open the door, EDM music starts blaring, the strobes light up, and I turn around. Sarah is completely naked and she’s looking at me with her arms crossed and one of her eyebrows raised. A *when are you going to fuck me?* look on her face. Holy shit this girl is unbelievable. In a frame by frame effect because of the strobes, she walks over to me and we start to dance. After a little while she starts grinding on me. Her body is fucking perfect. Her tits are perky with little pink areola and her pussy is extremely cute. Her ass is pornstar quality, and on any other human would have to be the product of surgery. Each movement disconnected from my sense of sight and touch. The strobe creating a crazy lag where my eyes process her grinding a split second after my body feels it. The effects of Jared’s Ambrosia heightening everything to devastating effect. She stops, looks into my eyes, and says:

“Take off your clothes right now.”

*Yes ma’am.*

I don’t need any further prompting and do as she says. She likes what she sees I guess and gives a cute raspy giggle as she nibbles on her thumb. Looking me up and down.

*Emphasis on down.*

She turns back around and starts grinding on me again. More slowly this time. Making sure to arrest my cock between her gargantuan cheeks sliding my cock against the front of her pussy. It’s so wet as she slides me up and down against the opening of her slit. My cock covered in her juices as she continuously rubs on me. The eerie delay between what I’m feeling and seeing further accentuating how hot the whole experience is. Her winking perfect asshole teasing me. As I stand captivated and profoundly turned on she suddenly pushes me down on the coach. She gets on her knees between my legs on the sticky floor without a seconds hesitation, and swallows me whole. I let out an audible gasp as my head slams into the back of her throat and she slowly releases me with a satisfying *pop*. Slapping her face with my cock which dwarfs it, looking me in the eyes as she puts me back in her mouth. This is the best head I’ve ever gotten. She’s working my cock with one hand and deepthroating it at the same time. In a flurry of movement she gets up and I stand up to get out of her way. She gets on her hands and knees on the coach, sticking her great moon of an ass in the air towards me.

“Fuck me. Fuck me right now.” Her eyes staring with blank wild passion.

Surprising myself, I put my cock inside of her tight wet mound with animalistic fury grabbing her hair and choking her. Fucking her like a prop. Drops of sweat falling in slow motion on her prone form. Each ripple of her ass as I thrust with crazed fury languidly ignoring the effects of real time. Slices of time removed being routed to my prefrontal cortex out of sequence. Noise and feeling are my only queues for the actual present, they’re all I need. Her raspy moans and expletive laden encouragements to fuck her harder drive me to new heights. Soon she tightens around my cock and starts to fuck me back, arms pushed against the wall behind the coach to get the deepest part of her pussy. She’s fucking with a passion that is almost inconceivable to me. I’m hitting her cervix regularly when she starts to cum, and cum hard. Her legs give out and she nearly falls off the coach. I don’t stop fucking her, I don’t want to deprive her of the highest highs this orgasm can deliver. I don’t fail in this endeavor. She moans a crazed,

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her eyes almost roll into the back of her head and she’s left a shivering-trembling incoherent mess as I fuck her until she is insensate. I keep going and I’m about to cum. I tell her as much and with a flash of frenetic movement gets down on her knees taking my cock into her mouth then throat. As I’m about to blow she takes me out of her throat and jerks me off on her face. This isn’t like any orgasm I’ve ever had before, it’s a full body almost spiritual affair where I can feel the release coming from a much deeper place. I groan and ecstasy hits me like a wave at sea. Huge sticky ropes of cum cover her face in a frame by frame effect created by the strobe. She doesn’t even blink as they hit her and she sucks the last drops out from my cock, jerking me off to make sure there’s nothing left. She gathers up the cum plastered on her face with a finger, shoveling it into her mouth, making sure to get every last drop. She doesn’t break eye contact with me while doing it and sticks her tongue out for inspection. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. We both sit back on the coach and I hold her. She casually plays with my now flaccid cock trying to gauge when we can go again.

*Holy shit how did I get so lucky with this minx?*

As if on queue the door to the outer hallway opens and an incoherent Jared wanders in. The stick figure wizard had taken too much of his own brew and was deranged.

*Fuck I need to get him out of here.*

“The boys, where are the boys?! We need sustenance at this late hour for the benefit of our corporeal forms!” Jared rants.

He catches sight of the naked Sarah and says,

“So hotttttttttt.”

Mildly peeved but mostly amused, I escort my friend out of the room and make sure to lock the door this time. Impressively Sarah hadn’t moved a muscle during the whole affair, she didn’t make for her clothes, or try to hide somewhere. She patently didn’t give a fuck. She knew she was hot and didn’t care who saw her. Her confidence was utterly sexy and I liked it. She walks over to me again like a ballerina at the start of her routine, gets on her tip toes, wraps her arms around me, and whispers in my ear,

“I want you to fuck me again. Only this time much much harder.” Her eyes wild with promises of desires unfulfilled she grabs me by the hand, and we get back to our crazed unbelievable night.

*I think I can do that for you Sarah, don’t you worry.*

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