In college, I had a good friend with whom I had an on-and-off relationship. She was smart, beautiful, and way out of my league. She had an off-campus apartment, which helped in facilitating our purely sexual relationship. Our encounters took the form of “study breaks,” and they never lasted more than an hour or so. Let’s call her Meg.
One night, while writing a paper in my dorm room, the guy across the hall knocked.
“Call for you. Don’t be long, I need to phone my parents.”
I grumbled something, nodded, and picked up the phone.
“Hi.”
“Would you mind grabbing a cheese pizza and some soda? Come over to my apartment in about an hour? I have an exam tomorrow and I need a study break.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I ordered, picked up, and arrived on schedule. She took the pie and carried it to the kitchen, where I noticed the table was covered in books, binders, and notes.
“I’m so hungry,” she said, retrieving a slice from the box. Even when she was studying she was hot. She was wearing running shorts, a sports bra, and socks. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
We ate, chatted, and bitched about the state of the nation.
Two slices left.
“Do you want to split those?”
“No,” she said. “But, would you leave them so I can have them later?”
“Sure.”
She got got up from her chair and straddled me on mine, giving me a pizza-flavored kiss. I embraced her, kissing her right back. I could feel the blood surging into my cock, and she must have felt it as well.
“My roommate will be home in an hour, and I don’t want you to leave yet.”
I kissed her again, which caused my cock to strain against my blue jeans. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, and I told her my intentions.
She bit my lower lip playfully, and said, “I didn’t just call you for a pizza.”
I led her to the couch, and we resumed kissing, coupled with a healthy dose of groping and touching. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet, and I was ready to distract her, even if just briefly, from her studies.
I pulled off her running shorts and pink panties, which were now soaked through, then positioned myself between her legs. Unbuttoning my blue jeans, I pulled out my cock and pressed into her tight, wet pussy.
I began thrusting slowly before realizing the error of my ways.
Before she could react, I pulled out and went down on her, dragging my tongue along her pussy, from back to front, before sucking and nibbling on her swollen clit.
Her scent was strong and musky. Sweat, sex, and desire fueled my urge to get her to cum on my tongue.
So, that’s why she was in running shorts.
I licked and sucked her, my fingers dipping into her pussy before I rolled over on the couch and commanded her to sit on my face. Surprisingly, I didn’t have to ask twice, and soon she was lowering her beautifully hairy pussy onto my mouth. I could hear moans of pleasure as I fucked her with my tongue. In a matter of minutes, she was having a religious experience as she came on my face.
Then, without warning, she got up and proceeded to impale herself on my cock.
“Fuck!”
“That was amazing. Now, cum inside of me,” she said.
She bucked and moaned as her tight pussy gripped my cock. Her pace accelerated, and she leaned back so I could see her sliding up and down on my now glistening shaft.
“Please cum in me,” she begged.
Well, she did use the magic word.
I grabbed her hips to hold her still, growled, and then exploded inside of her. I could feel her react to my shuddering cock, and she savored the torrent of warmth that flooded into her.
She leaned close, kissed me, and smiled.
“I’m sorry about how I must have tasted,” she said. “I was kind of sweaty. I went running before you came over. Thanks, though. That was awesome.”
Then, as quickly as it all started, it ended. She got up, pulled on her panties and shorts, and went back to the kitchen.
“I have to get back to studying. Lock the door on your way out?”
I love a woman who knows what she wants.
“Good luck on your test. Talk to you later.”
When I got back to my dorm, I parked and was headed to the door when I heard, “Wait for me, please.”
It was a woman who lived on the floor below me.
She was attractive and athletic, with the solid build of a soccer player. She was a larger version of Meg, with a short boyish haircut and a bountiful D-cup (as opposed to Meg’s A-cups). Let’s call her Peg.
She and I had a few classes together, and I thought she was pretty cool. We walked together through the door, and into the vestibule. Once inside, I realized that I positively reeked of sex.
“You must’ve had a good time,” she said with a grin.
And then, out of the blue, she leaned over and kissed me.
I didn’t know what to do, so I kissed her back.
It was nice.
“My roommate is gone,” she said. “Do you want to watch TV?”
Five minutes later, we were on her bed, mostly naked, and making out with a fervor that was unexpected, especially since I clearly had the scent of another woman all over my face.
“Did you fuck her?” she asked.
I’m not one to kiss and tell, but my look gave it away.
In an instant, she had my hard cock in her mouth and my balls in her hand as she went to work cleaning my shaft. She took her time, licking and sucking me, obviously enjoying the taste of what Meg and I had made just an hour earlier.
She was good.
“Peg, let me have your pussy.”
She looked up at me, and, without interrupting the blow job, pivoted 180° so that she could 69 me, lowering her hairy cunt onto my mouth.
She swallowed me, and I could hear her gagging as I started licking her slit. Her lips were engorged, and I enjoyed her sweet juices as I nibbled and sucked her pussy.
She sat up, grinding on my mouth and tongue. This was now all about her. I explored her with my tongue, and when I found her asshole, she let out a little squeal. I lingered for a minute, rimming her, dipping into her. She shuddered.
Back to the pussy, nipping on her clit. The taste of her juices changed ever so slightly, and I could tell that she was starting to cum.
I heard a voice muffled by her thighs.
“Just. Fuck. Me.”
Peg got up from the bed and went to her desk. Leaning over on her elbows and looking back at me, she pleaded, “Fuck me.”
I got up and moved behind her, admiring her toned legs, large but firm ass, and that seductive look. I slapped her ass, hard. She yelped, and I slapped her again. I positioned my cock at her hole, grabbed her hips, and went balls-deep into her dripping cunt.
I fucked her hard. Fast. Urgently. I had her suck my thumb, and I stuck it in her asshole. I made her squirm and squeal. I slammed into her, again and again. I wanted to split her in two.
“Am I better?” she moaned.
At that moment? Absolutely.
“What would your girlfriend think?” she queried.
“She’s. Not. My. Girlfriend.”
I slapped her ass, harder than before.
“Am I your girlfriend?”
I slapped her ass again.
“I’m going to cum.”
“So am I.”
And with that, I exploded inside of her as she collapsed on her desk, gasping for air and moaning with pleasure.
When we returned to the bed, she dragged her fingers down the length of my cock.
“You know, your girlfriend tasted amazing.”
“I told you, she is not my girlfriend.”
And with that, she leaned over and started cleaning me, sucking what remained out of me.
“We taste amazing,” she purred.
“Would you like a girlfriend?” she asked between licks.
I’m thinking about it.
“I think I’d make a good girlfriend,” she said before she swallowed my spent cock, coaxing it back to life.
I’m definitely thinking about it.
Oh, and we never did watch TV.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12xj5lg/the_study_break_not_my_first_time