[MF] First on Her Tits, then in Her Mouth

I’d known Becca for three years before anything happened with her. I’d always been attracted to her, physically and mentally. I was a country boy, and she was a country girl, so naturally I always had my eye on her. She was tall and curvy, looked killer in her cowgirl boots and blue jeans, and was always down for just about anything.

For the first three years of college, Becca and I were nothing more than mild friends. We never really hung out, but shared a lot of classes together, had a lot of mutual friends, ended up at the same house parties, etc. Senior year we started to get a little closer, as our friend groups became tighter and stronger, and there was suddenly more overlap in how much time we spent with the same people.

It was a few months into senior year, and Becca, the rest of my friends, and I were at a small house party. You know the deal: music and dirty couches in the house, a hazy pot smoke in the basement, and a keg and beer pong table in the back yard. After wandering around by myself saying hi to some people, I made my way out to the yard, where I saw Becca watching some beer pong. I watched the game with her, as a very bro-ish dude purposely let a hyper girl he was clearly interested in win. Becca and I laughed to ourselves about the dude, and decided we’d do him a favor, while also getting in on the fun.

“Wanna play doubles?” I quipped. “You two against us.”

College bro number one seemed psyched, and squeaky sorority girl was enjoying the attention, so she was game. Dude bro went to the other side of the table and took a spot unnecessarily close to his new crush, while Becca and I took our spots on the other side of the table. Game on.

Mister college bro was clearly shifting from “losing to let cute girl win” to “winning to impress cute girl”, but we weren’t impressed. I can hold my own on the pong table, and it was quickly evident that this wasn’t Becca’s first rodeo, either.

The first game was close. After a hot start by the awkwardly budding couple, Becca and I caught fire and came storming back to take the lead. The light-hearted trash talk started coming from both sides (mainly the girls), until the bro hit a clutch game winning shot, which earned him a hug and a squeeze from his teammate, which put him on cloud nine. Having been there, done that, I always recognize the smile of a sexually suppressed college student who thinks something other than his hand might touch him tonight.

“Rematch?” he said. Dude had visions of what a second win might do for his sex life.

Game 2 was on, and this time I was going full Stephen Curry; I couldn’t miss. Turns out pong is the great sexual equalizer; Becca and I were getting to be competitive, have teamwork, and get drunk, all at once. That’s a combo very conducive to a night of sex. As the game went on and I got hot, Becca got progressively more physical, and I reciprocated. High faves were replaced by arms around the waist and playful ass spanks.

We won game 2 easily, and with the fun competitive juices flowing, game 3 was a given. This ain’t t-ball. There aren’t participation trophies. Like hell we’d calmly walk away with the score tied.

Our friends came by and said they were headed to the next house party. We told them we were going to keep playing, but we’d catch up with them later.

The third game started off as a girl’s show. We men couldn’t hit, but the ladies were making everything. I was having a blast flirtatiously cheering on Becca, and horny bro was pretty much ready to propose at this point.

Eventually the girls got cold, and my male counterpart and I caught fire. Predictably, this one was coming down to the wire, and every shot that was made resulted in more physical congratulations from the ladies. The bro opposite would make a shot, his teammate would kiss his cheek. I’d make a shot, Becca would jump into my arms, her medium-sized, extremely perky tits in my face. Suddenly, we were playing for a lot more than pride, even though the *real* end result was going to be the same for both sides.

With the win within shot for both sides Chad (I have no idea what his name is, but some bros just look like a Chad) tossed the ball. It rattled. And popped out. Becca and I cheered. My turn. For the win. I took aim. At the last minute, hyper and now extremely drunk girl on the other side tried to distract me by flashing her tits. Ha! What a noob. Little did she know that’s my good luck charm. I sunk the shot, held my follow through like the cocky little ass that all drunk men are after beating another man at *anything*, and embraced a celebratory Becca in all her let-me-put-my-body-against-you glory.

Becca suggested we catch up with our friends, and I agreed. This place smelled like hormones, wet grass, and stale PBR. I’ll never understand the PBR or any other crap beer phenomenon, but damn, put it in some solo cups and add a dinky plastic ball, and you will have a grand ol’ time, and likely get fucked when all is said and done.

Becca and I left, and as soon as we were out of sight from the party, she grabbed me and aggressively started making out with me. She was kissing me as though her life depended on it, hands deep in my hair. I ran my hands down her sides to her very large ass and squeezed tight. A few seconds later she broke the kiss.

“okay, my place or yours?” she asked, then answered her own question – “mine”.

We walked in the direction of her place, when we passed a house with a nice wooden fence. I pushed her up against it and started kissing her again. Her hands started to explore me, and quickly found their way under my shirt. I shoved her harder against the wall, and she started moaning. I moved my hands down her chest until I got to her jeans, and started rubbing her through her jeans. Her moans intensified, and even through the clothing and beer smell, I could easily smell her. She smelled freshly musky, if such a thing was possible. This time I broke off the kiss, and we headed back towards her house.

As we got the door, the making out continued, and Becca fumbled with the key while trying to kiss me and caress my chest. She wasn’t too successful, but A for effort. Eventually she got it open and she whispered in my ear to keep quiet; apparently one of her housemates was a little on the over protective side.

It took a while, but Becca managed to lead me to her bedroom without ever stopping kissing me. She walked backwards, locked at the lips, hands frantically undressing me. I followed her lead.

We made it into her room, and by this point she’d already gotten my shirt off, and my pants unbuttoned and unzipped. I was a little behind: I had her shirt off, but was still working the bra. She helped me out there and sat on the then broke from our make out session and sat on the bed, while I stood in front of her. While looking directly into my eyes with her gorgeous hazel ones, she finished taking off my pants, took off hers, and started to take off my boxer briefs.

“I don’t want to have sex tonight”, she said, as she pulled my underwear off, and my rock hard cock sprung out. She took it in her hand and started stroking it.

“But I do want you to fuck my face”.

And with that she took all of my cock in her mouth. I was still standing at the edge of her bed, but I’m fairly tall, so it was a good height. She was kneeled on the bed, one hand on my balls, one hand on my waist, all of my cock in her mouth.

If you’ve read my stories, you’ve heard my cock description, but here’s the err….long and short of it. I’m a fairly average 6 inches, with nice thickness. Uncut, very hard and straight, not too veiny, and a rich olive color. In my opinion, it’s a gorgeous cock, but YMMV. Whatever rocks your boat.

Becca kept me deep in her throat, while swirling her tongue around the base of my shaft, and even the top of my balls. As with beer pong, she was not new to this; she knew exactly what she was doing.

Quickly Becca shifted back to aggression, and took my hips in her hands and started pulling me into her mouth and out of it, quickly gaining speed. After a few seconds I took over and started fucking her mouth hard. She was dripping saliva everywhere, but moaning an animalistic, passionate moan that only made me thrust harder. With me now in control, becca took her hands off my waste. She cupped my balls with one, and firmly started to massage them. With the other she reached down and started rubbing her clit.

Her moans were already strong, but after a few minutes they reached a whole new level, and I felt her breathing change, and her body tense up. She was getting close. As though I were fucking her, I speed up my thrusts the closer she got, fucking her face harder and harder as we went. By now I was pulling her hair, guiding her throat across my penetrating cock. She had a deathgrip on my balls, and was rubbing herself as quickly as she was physically capable of.

She was so close, and I was loving watching her body change as her climax built. Finally her body shuddered – but I kept fucking her face, and she kept rubbing my balls. A few seconds of shaking and suddenly her body seized up, as though every muscle had gotten stuck at once. She stayed there for three seconds and then half-screamed, half moaned, and went relatively limp. She was panting from her orgasm, as she started to work the tip of my cock. After a few seconds she stopped and looked up at me.

“Holy fuck” she said, while still panting.

I crawled up onto the bed, and kissed the inside of her thighs. Her legs were soaked. It tasted delicious. Becca grabbed me by the hair and redirected me straight to her pussy.

“Your turn”, she demanded.

I happily obliged. Her pussy tasted of both her strong, musky juices, and her tangy, sweet cum. Given what we’d just done, I wasn’t about to start slow. I started licking her clit furiously and strongly, altering my techniques based on cues from her body. I took two fingers and inserted them, made a hook with them, and started fucking her as quickly as my drunken lack of coordination would allow me.

It was clear Becca liked things a little rough, so while I finger fucked her as hard as I could, I twisted her nipple equally hard, while nibbling on her clit between my fastest and roughest tongue flicks. I felt her body tense again as I did this, so I kept at it, summoning every part of me that I could to lick, flick, finger, and twist as hard as I possibly could.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” Becca muttered.

Then a pause.

“Oh FUCK” she screamed, and her pelvis started to thrust. I moved my hand off her nipples and held her hips down, keeping her in place, just for a little extra torture.

The second gush of her cum tasted just as good as the first, and I softly licked up some of her juices as her body slowly came down from her orgasm.

“fuuuuuck” she muttered, as her body wilted into the blankets. A few deep breaths, then she propped herself up on the bed.

“Cum on my tits” she demanded me.

She got back on her knees, and started playing with my balls and cock. I stood up again, next to the bed, and started to jack off. She kept moaning and shuddering, as the secondary waves of her orgasm kept hitting her. As I got close I held her in place with my left hand, while continuing to play with myself with my right.

“I’m so close”, I told her. She moaned in response.

With a grunt and a moan I reached my climax, and came five solid ropes across both breasts, and her collarbones. She squeezed my balls, then my cock, to get every bit out, then moaned quietly as she rubbed my warm cum all over her chest.

After a few minutes of relaxing, while Becca got lost in massaging herself with my cum, I kissed her goodnight and headed home.

In the following weeks, Becca and I went on a few mild dates, nothing sexual. On paper, we were absolutely perfect for each other. But, as these things tend to, it just wasn’t right. Neither of us really knew why, but it was abundantly clear that Becca and I didn’t have the spark to be anything other than friends.

We shifted back to being friends – no dates, nothing sexual – for nearly the rest of senior year. Then, near the end of the year, we found ourselves smushed up against each other on my bed, watching a movie with our friends while hotboxing my tiny room. As my high housemates slowly retired for the night, Becca and I remained, until it was just us, still up next to each other.

As soon as the credits started rolling, Becca and I turned to each other and locked in a deep kiss. Unlike the last encounter, this was much more relaxed, chill, and passionate. Weed will do that to you. It’s a helluva thing.

We made out for a few minutes, before I flipped her on her back, and slipped off her pants. This time, I started slow. Teasing and exploring her body with my hands, while softly flicking her clit with my tongue, and running it across her labia. As her body got more and more aroused, I began rubbing my tongue in stronger circles, sucking on her clit, and getting more passionate and aggressive with every moment. Finally I felt her breaths get quick again, and I resorted back to the same hard and strong tactics that worked so well last time.

They worked well this time, and Becca started to scream, before shoving my hand over her mouth to stifle the noise. I pressed hard on her mouth while continuing to lick her strongly, until I tasted that sweet flavor of her warm cum coming out of her.

Becca recovered quickly (again, weed is a helluva thing!), and put me on my back. This time she pampered my cock. She licked the head while stroking me softly, sucked my balls while stroking me hard, and sent me into ecstasy by twisting and stroking my cock while penetrating her mouth.

That got me close quickly. I knew Becca liked cum on her tits, but I wasn’t sure of her mouth, so I gave her an out either way:

“If you don’t stop soon, I’m going to cum in your mouth”.

Becca moaned in response, and that was all I needed. She sped up her twisting strokes, while slobbering all over me. This time it was my turn for obscenities.

“fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck” I muttered as I came hard in her warm mouth. As she felt my hips thrust and my cum coat the inside of her mouth, she firmly massaged my balls. She kept my cock in her mouth for about two minutes, softly licking and massaging me until I started to grow limp.

“Thank you” she said, as she wiped her saliva off her lips, and started getting dressed. I walked her to the door. We hugged and kissed, and that was that. We never got further than oral, but honestly, I think it was more fun that way. You need a little bit of time to develop rhythm and chemistry with someone when fucking them. If you’re only going to do it a few times, and the passion’s there, it doesn’t get better than oral.

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