Five Years of Film School Stories: My Kinky Girlfriend Spies a Random Girl Blowing Me. [MF] [F]

Well, I’m back. Sorry about the long pause in between. As Jeff Goldblum would say, life uh uh uh uh uh uh finds a way…(to read my previous stories, check out my profile).

To reiterate: I’m white, 6′ 3″, dark hair, athletic build (I’ve been told I have a “swimmer’s body”), and have an above-average cock. I’m not the most handsome guy in the universe, but people seem to find me attractive enough, so that works for me.
So, I was seeing Rachel (sexy smile, 5’11”, dark skin, small perky tits, high plump ass, and legs for days)
The winter break had finally come around and, since this was L.A., everyone went home. If you didn’t know this already, no one is actually from L.A. I was headed out a bit later than everyone else and Rachel had already headed back to Riverside a day or so before I left. As such, when my plane landed in Denver, I had tons of naughty pictures and texts to get through on my bus ride to Kansas City. She was home, bored, and already horny as hell.

Before we had left, Rachel had proposed something to me. While we were seeing each other, and definitely getting closer, sexually speaking she liked the idea of me getting around. She had one very simple caveat: if I did have any encounters without her, I had to remember every single detail so that I could tell her about them while fucking her later. This was actually a genius move on her part because, when I did end up with other women, I was thinking about her and what we would be doing later on the entire time. Smart girl, that one.

Anyway, I’m in Denver, waiting for my bus, trying to discreetly scroll through dirty text after dirty text, pic after pic. There’s a picture of her full lips parted just slightly. Caption: Don’t they feel so good on your cock? A picture of her slight cleavage, a finger pulling down the front of her tank-top just a little. Caption: Where I want your cum. A picture of her perky tits fully on display, nipples hard. Caption: Show me a better pair. No, seriously. Please show me a nice pair of tits.

I’m sitting on a bench, my stuff piled next to me, my cock growing harder and harder in my jeans and the biggest smile on my face. The bus I had gotten tickets for was an early one, leaving Denver for the midwest, and on an odd travel day. After boarding, picking a seat somewhere in the middle and settling in, I notice that it is a pretty sparse group. There’s some at the front, some at the back, a few here and there, but not at all bad. I’m responding to Rachel, telling her how I’ll be sure to get a good shot of the first nice pair of tits I see, and she fires back that she hears they can get pretty big out in plain country. I laugh and wonder how I got so lucky.

The bus is about to pull away when a girl comes running up, waving a ticket around. I laugh to myself (I’m an early person, not a late person) but note how cute she is. She boards and picks a seat a few rows behind me. She’s wearing a flannel shirt undone over a ribbed white tank-top, ripped jeans and Doc Martins. Messy blonde hair pulled back in a half-hazzard bun, and maroon lipstick. She’s rockin’ that 90s vibe and this is before the 90s came back in style.

I texted Rachel that we were heading out and I was gonna catch some sleep. Piling my things on the open seat by the window, I laid back and shut my eyes. Now, I don’t exactly remember what I was dreaming about, but I do remember waking up to find that, as it so often happens, I was rock hard. My jeans were straining, my belt felt too tight, and it was pretty damn obvious to anyone who may have wondered by. Sitting up, I checked up and down the rows, but no one seemed to have moved.

I got out my laptop and started doing some writing, but it wasn’t too long before the cute girl walked by and stopped. She asked me about the laptop (it was a new Mac at the time) and we started to chat. It was casual, where you from, where you going type of stuff, but flirty all the same. Her eyes checked me out and I checked her out. She was fit, fairly petite, except she had tied her flannel around her waist to show off an impressive set of tits. The white tank-top, tucked into her jeans, could not dip from her bust to her stomach, there was such a difference. They weren’t absolutely huge, it was just that she was so small-waisted. I immediately thought of Rachel.

The talked continued well into the day until things turned sexual. On her account:

“So, were you having a good dream earlier?” she asked.

I guess a confused look crossed my face because she laughed and continued. “I walked by earlier and let’s just say it looked like you were having a really good dream.”

I turned away, nervous, but then tried to play it cool. “Ah, sorry about that.”

“No, no, I didn’t mind at all.”

The row had three seats to one side and she sat on the isle. I sat in the middle and my stuff was piled to the right. The laptop was sitting on the little desk thing you can pull out on the window seat, still on. The girl (whose name was Carrie) leaned forward and put her hand on my leg then kissed me. We started making out, trying as best we could to keep it down so as not to attract attention.

At one point she pulled back and started rubbing at my semi-hard cock beneath my jeans. “I don’t want to fuck on this bus, but…” she glanced down at the obvious shape of my dick. “I do really like sucking cock.” She said.

Looking around, she quickly unzipped my jeans, found the hole in my boxers, and pulled my cock out. It was a bit of a struggle since I was already hard and a bit sizable. When it finally sprung out, she said, “finally” with a big, breathy exhale and shoved it deep into her mouth.

I struggled to contain an “Oh fuck” from leaping out of me and instead I whispered it into the back of her head.

It was at that moment, Carrie’s spit still just starting to wet my cock, when the Messenger app popped up silently on my Macbook.

Rachel: So, you thinking about me?

As quiet as I could, I picked up my phone and texted her back: Cute girl (really nice tits) is blowing me on the bus right now.

Carrie didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she was gripping the shaft of my cock, pushing her head down further and further, and stroking the spit around the length of me. She was going slow, her tongue flattening out against my shaft, up and down. She moaned, the vibrations feeling incredibly good. I could tell that she wasn’t lying. She really liked sucking cock.

Rachel suddenly responded: Pic now.

My head started reeling. First of all, this girl was really good at giving head. She bobbed up and down the whole length of my cock, her hand gripping, twisting, stroking, all in tandem. Moaning on occasion. Licking at times. It was ridiculous. But, I had an idea. Instead of trying to get a good angle with my phone, I clicked the picture button on the Mac. To my surprise, when the window popped open, a perfect frame appeared. In in, you could see this girl’s lips puckered around my hard cock, the incredible cleavage, and most of me. I quickly clicked the button, and the image sent.

It was about this time that Carrie noticed something was up. She took my cock out of her mouth, but kept her hand on it, stroking it slowly up and down. Looking up, she saw the message window from Rachel.

“Um…what’s this?”

“That’s my girlfriend,” I responded. Carrie leaned forward, squinted and read some of the messages.

“Huh,” was all that came out. Her hand still slowly stroked my cock, which was hovering somewhere between getting even harder, and going soft. I had no idea what this girl was going to do. The anticipation was insane.

Rachel broke the tension with a text.

Rachel: Fuck, she looks hot. How do those lips feel?

“This is your girlfriend? And she’s cool with this?”

“Actually,” I said, “She is really into it.”

I scrolled up the text conversation and showed her some of the things Rachel liked doing, the things she wanted me to do with other women. And, not so subtly, showed her the pictures. Carrie stopped on the one showing off Rachel’s small, perky tits.

“Ah, man. I love small tits. They’re so cute and sexy. I wish I had smaller tits,” Carrie said. I laughed and looked at her bust.

“Those look incredible.”

“Thanks. Okay, I’m not sure I believe you. Can we Facetime her?”

The notion crossed my mind only for an instant before I texted Rachel back: Facetime now.

A minute passed as Carrie watched the screen intently, my hard cock throbbing in her hand. She glanced down at it, at me, at the screen.

The Facetime window sprung up. I hit the volume button, but turned it way down. Then, Rachel popped up on the screen, that big beautiful smile spread out.

“Hi!” she said as she was greeted to the sight of my hard cock in this girl’s hand. “Well, that looks nice.”

The two talked for a minute, Rachel confirming our relationship and that this was all good, before the topic turned to tits. Carrie complemented Rachel’s. Rachel complemented Carrie’s, but asked to see more. Without hesitation, Carrie pulled her tank-top and bra down, exposing her big tits. Her nipples were surprisingly small, but hard. She smiled at the camera as Rachel told her how amazing they looked. And they did look amazing.

Now, this is where Rachel goes down in the history books. She started making demands.

She told me to feel them and describe them to her. I got harder than I had been in months and Carrie started moaning softly from my touch. Rachel, in a bedroom, started to undress.

“Will you suck his cock again?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” was all Carrie said before engulfing my whole cock in her mouth, down to the base.

“Oh, wow. You can take the whole thing in your mouth? That’s fucking hot,” Rachel said, her hand finding it’s way down her shorts. On the computer, I was watching as Rachel, topless, worked herself under her shorts. Carrie was slowly sucking my cock, working the shaft with her hand. Through Facetime, I had a perfect view of her big tits out on display, her lips sliding up and down, up and down. She flicked her tongue around my cock, the pressure on then off. I nearly came before Rachel said:

“So, do you want to make me cum?”

I responded with a “yeah” I could hardly get out before Rachel threw me a curveball.

“I was talking to her,” she said.

Without stopping, Carrie looked up into the camera and said “Uh-huh” into my cock.

“Okay. I want you to play with your nipples while you suck it.”

Carrie obeyed.

Rachel, who had never even met this girl in person, was now ordering her to make her cum and telling her what to do to me. To this day, I don’t know how I held on.

This continued for several minutes, my eyes wandering from the computer screen, to my lap and back, trying to take it all in. The messy blonde hair bobbing up and down, her hands tugging at her own nipples, fondling her big tits. Rachel, on camera, feeling up her own tits, furiously rubbing at her clit beneath her shorts.

“I’m getting close. I want him to fuck your face. Will you let him cum on your face so I can see it?” Rachel asked, her breath low, rattling.

Carrie took my cock from her mouth, letting a mess of spit coat the head.

“Fuck, I want that,” she said.

Rachel looked at me and said, “Grab that hot fucking hair, and fuck her face. When you’re gonna cum, pull your cock out and stroke it until you explode all over that pretty face.”

I didn’t hesitate. Taking a handful of her messy hair, I positioned myself and then started pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. On the computer, I watched as Rachel threw her head back, moaning loud, and grabbing one of her firm tits. She looked back and watched as I pumped Carrie’s face with my dick. The suction was unreal, her soft lips parting for my cock every time it entered her. I was getting insanely close.

Rachel told me to keep going, keep going, keep going. And finally, she fell backwards on the bed, shaking a little, hand working her pussy harder and harder. When she finally sat back up, she leaned in close to the camera, asking me to cum.

I quickly pulled out of Carrie’s mouth and turned to watch the Facetime feed. Carrie opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Her tits were pushed up and on display. Her makeup was running a little. I stroked my hard cock fast, pumping hard. On the computer, I could see Carrie watching my cock intently, waiting for me to burst. Rachel was watching closely, waiting with a smile on her face. Carrie’s mouth and face were so close to my cock, I suddenly felt her hot breath on my soft head. My pumping got harder and harder until finally cum exploded from the end of my cock, splattering her face. My hips bucked so hard that my cock entered her mouth again and I shot cum down her throat. My cum kept coming, the orgasms pulsing through me 7, 8, 9 times, cum rocketing from my cock and covering her face.

Rachel actually said, “Holy shit, that’s fucking incredible.”

After I finally stopped cumming, Carrie took my cock in her mouth, sucking every drop from it that she could. Then, she took her flannel and wiped all of my cum off of her face before depositing it under a chair (sorry about that, bus company).

Later, Rachel and I would reminisce about this and cum over and over again. I still do to this day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/78yyb5/five_years_of_film_school_stories_my_kinky