The Object of my College Affection [mf]

During my time in college, I had most of my classes with the same group of people. One girl in particular, Casey, caught my eye immediately. Casey was of average height for a woman, had a dark, exotic complexion and obsidian hair to match. What I, and I’m sure every heterosexual male, noticed first about Casey were her enormous breasts, which she put on display every day with low-cut tops. I would sit next to her in group projects, and I could barely keep my eyes off of her inviting melons. I was in a relationship most of my time in college, so I never really tried to make a move; I just admired her majestic beauty from afar, always wondering what it would feel like to have my beard rub between her olive-hued breasts. As fate would have it, one cool, April night shortly before graduation, I would have to wonder no more (for better or for worse).

One Wednesday night, after the plans I had for the evening were cut short due to the dreaded crimson tide, I decided to leave my lady-friend’s house (more aptly, her car, since she was only 18 and her parents would not approve of her dating her 22-year-old student-teacher) and go to the local bars. I was on cruise control to graduate, since I had already completed my classroom training, so it was perfectly acceptable to get blackout drunk on a Wednesday (it didn’t help that I was doped up on Sudafed due to allergies).

Since my roommates all had classes to attend the next morning, I decided to just head out on my own to The Pace. Thursday through Sunday, the Pace was the place to be for .25 beer, so I was saddened to find out they were normal priced on a Wednesday night. This was also the main factor behind the bar only having a dozen patrons, but alas, I was already there and had a wallet full of cash.

To my surprise, I saw my friend Casey and a group of her friends sitting at the bar. I pulled up a seat next to them, and realized that my rendezvous earlier in the evening had put me way behind in the inebriation scale; I had some catching up to do. Casey turned towards me, her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as she saw me, and I could tell she’d been there for hours. She was sloppy drunk, and since I was already horny from getting denied sexual release, decided to see where the night would take us.

After closing down the bar, the four of us went back to my porch to smoke some weed. Since I didn’t do it as regularly as the rest of the group, they started to laugh as my drunken ass began to cough uncontrollably after my second hit. Casey sat closer to me and started to rub on my leg, and I knew I was about to see the majestic wonder of her breasts.

Her friends left, and she wanted to come and see the posters in my room (yeah, right). I am and avid collector of horror movie memorabilia, and she knew I had a bunch of horror posters and statues, since that was one of the many things we’d talk about in our group discussions. She walked into my room, shut the door, and jumped on my bed. I stood there, taking in the splendor of her exotic body sprawled against my bed.

I turned on my mood lights and started to play some Deftones in the background, since I remembered her telling me that they were her favorite band. I sat next to her and began to kiss her, softly at first, but as she started to bite my lips, I returned in kind.

Since we were both extremely drunk, the foreplay was sloppy and awkward, both of us fighting off the effects of beer and bud in our systems. She slipped her pants and panties off first, and I began to kiss her wet, neatly trimmed pussy. She moaned softly, not wanting to wake my roommates, and after a few minutes, had to grab a pillow to stifle the sounds of ecstasy as I continued to obliterate her clit with my tongue.

After I felt the sweet contractions of her vagina as she came on my face, I sat up and began to undress myself. As I sat back down on the bed naked, in anticipation of oral reciprocity, she admitted to me she had never given a blow job before, so she was just going to fuck my brains out. Whether this was true or not, I cared little; my dick was as hard as it could possibly get and was ready for sweet release. I went to reach for a condom, and she slapped it out of my hands, telling me she wanted me to cum inside of her.

Casey straddled me, and as I entered her, she squealed in delight. I could tell she was extremely wasted as she gyrated on penis, her movements erratic and her head swaying back and forth. I knew that if I didn’t finish quickly, she was going to pass out on top of me (or worse; vomit on me).
As she continued to ride me, I realized I still hadn’t taken her bra off, and I was anxiously anticipating seeing her majestic mountains. To my chagrin, I was not prepared for what I was about so see.

In my head, I should’ve known there was
something off about how incredibly high up her cleavage was to her neck, but had chalked it up to her having huge tits. It turned out, though, that the objects of my affection for the past 3 years were a lie. As I unhooked her bra with my left hand, I felt nearly 10 pounds of sloshy fabric bounce off of my chest. What I thought was going to be a massive titty-drop turned out to be nothing more than smoke and mirrors.

Now, I’m not saying her breasts were bad, but they weren’t the olive mountains I had anticipated. In cup terms, with the water bra she probably hit DD status, without, she had a moderate B cup. Her nipples were nice, a much darker shade than the rest of her, but had little-to-no areolas.
My disappointment lasted only a moment, for I finally got to put my beard between her breasts as she continued to ride my cock. I bit on and sucked them in sync with her movements, which made her moan in delight.

Getting tired myself, I decided to take dominance to finish us both off so we could get some sleep. I threw her on her back and started to fuck her like a jackhammer, her eyes bulging with each slap of my balls against her ass. She grabbed onto my hips as to take control of the tempo, and begged me to cum inside of her. The drugs and alcohol took a toll on my dick; I had lost all sensitivity to my head, so I had no idea if I was even going to be able to cum. I continued to pound away at her until she squeezed my dick out of her as she climaxed again.

Realizing she wasn’t go to make it much longer, I decided to call it quits, despite the raging erection I had. I wanted to cum inside of her, she wanted me to cum inside of her, but there was no telling how much longer it would take. Within minutes of her orgasm, she began to snore loudly, almost to the point of me having to go sleep on the couch. What should have been one of the most awesome nights of my college career turned out just okay. I mean, I still had sex, I had a satisfied customer, but the scenario that had played out in my head dozens of times did not match the reality.

The next morning, I took her home, and I honestly haven’t seen her since. It was a chance meeting at the bar that, sadly, didn’t live up to the 3 years of buildup I had created in my head.

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