College g[f]

Earlier today I was perusing a post about sex in risky places and fondly remembered an escapade of mine that happened in college in the late 70’s. For two years I dated a girl (R) who was a nationally ranked athlete. I won’t say the sport but it was not a college sport. Well, we were pretty crazy about each other, had unquenchable sex drives, and fucked like rabbits.

Our sophomore year we lived in the same coed dorm, one floor apart. We regularly spent our nights together.

She shared her dorm room with a complete and total nympho (L), who blew an unimaginably high number of men and who I had bedded a couple of times before R and I started dating, one time as her boyfriend was pounding on my dorm room! The dorm rooms were predictably small so R and L moved their beds around to maximize shared space. The beds were perpendicular so R’s bed, which was taken off its frame, was lengthwise against the back wall under the windows, with the head of the bed abutting the end of ‘L’s bed, which was on its frame. You get the picture.

At that time long flowing skirts were popular during warmer months. I still remember it was a Saturday afternoon and R and I were relaxing on her bed. She was wearing one of the skirts and, not surprisingly, no panties. And believe it or not, we started spooning and soon enough my stiffy was embedded in her warm snuggly pussy and her skirt was draped so our coupling was hidden. We weren’t screwing, rather gently grinding.

I do’t know what we were thinking, but L returned to the room and plopped on her bed. She saw our shit eating grins and immediately knew what was what, and found it amusing.

Still fully embedded, a few minutes later there was a knock at the door. L opened the door and it was a holy shit moment. With the dorm escort was a guy our age (X), a man that R knew quite well since he was in the same close-knit amateur sport as R. And he was fairly well known as he was very highly ranked. He went to another college but was driving to a competition and decided to pop in on R. I knew who he was. Many of you would recognize his name. He went on to be the national amateur champion in his division for four years in a row, won an Olympic gold medal, and served as color commentator for several Olympic games. If you think you know who it is, please don’t post it. Rather, message me and I will confirm.

So here we are, lying on her bed, spooning with my cock buried in her sweet box, unable to move. X clearly picked up the vibe and, with the huge pink elephant in the room, he stayed at the door and we chatted for 10 or 15 minutes until X graciously said he had to get back on the road. As I was behind R I couldn’t see her face but I can only imagine how she looked.

Not 10 seconds after he left L burst out laughing and R and I, embarrassed beyond belief, uncoupled, and I shoved my schwantz back in my jeans. All L said was “You guys are so dirty.”

Fast forward to that night. R and I are asleep in her bed, and L is asleep as well. I don’t remember who woke up horny, but R and I started getting it on. She sucked me hard then climbed on, her favorite position, and starting riding me. I scooted up so I was leaning on L’s bed and R rode me like a champion. We were getting hot and a little noisy but who the fuck cares. Well after a few minutes I noticed R was glancing off to her right and when I looked over there was L watching us. A minute later she’s out of bed with her arms wrapped around R, softly kneading her titties and kissing and nibbling her neck and ears. R slowed down, enjoying the pleasures. Soon enough L moved to her side and they started kissing, softly then aggressively. What a sight! L climbed in front, scooted back a bit, stuck her ass in my face, and held her cheeks apart as I ate her soaking wet pussy and tight butthole. R was leaning forward and slowly fucking me while the two of them kissed.

We tired a bit from the awkward positions, so R and L started 69ing. Fuck me! They ate each other for a few minutes and then I got behind R and buried my cock deep into her sopping wet pussy as L was performing tongue tricks on her clit. R could not concentrate well enough to continue eating L’s pussy, so she simply laid her head down, moaning and quietly crying out as she came to a roaring climax from L’s work on her button. As she went into her climax her grip on my pecker became tighter and tighter, then all grip was lost as she came.

After a minute, R rolled off, spent, worn out. L said she wanted to go down on me, so I sat back against L’s bed and she began performing her custom magic on my engorged cock. R sat up and started kissing me and soon enough L sucked the life out of me, moaning like a banshee as R and I kissed until I broke the embrace to virtually scream as my load rocketed into L’s warm mouth, swallowing each pulsing jet of cum.

L laid back with a satisfied grin and R started going down on her. I was completely spent as R brought L to a beautiful trembling orgasm.

The room had a heavy smell of a sex. As we wound down R and L fessed up that they had a couple of threesomes with L’s boyfriend the previous year. Works for me. That spring semester we did it twice more. And the sight of the girls kissing and eating each other’s pussy is branded in my memory.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/enuw0n/college_gf

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