Author: palindromat

Early Morning Ministrations [MF] [oral] [sex]

Continued from *A Post-Party Party* – links in comments

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We woke in the early morning; rising early after a party is something we both had in common. The sun was barely up, and we could see Frat Row through her windows. The backs of the nearest fraternity houses were littered with red solo cups and bits of clothing. We were never people for Greek Life; the trail club fulfilled that potential void quickly, with our own code, friendships that surpassed any academic major or other extra-curricular interest, and incestuous relationships within the club.

In college I was always curious about if frat parties were as insane as the movies showed, if sorority girls were as slutty as I had heard. Near graduation I was chatting with a friend of mine from my major – we had shared multiple classes over the last four years, and while we weren’t close friends, we knew each other well enough in the academic setting. He was in a fraternity, and a few of his brothers came over to join our conversation on the quad. The frat boys caught up, and one of them relayed a short story about an ‘after-party party’ he had the previous weekend: a three-some with his girlfriend and one of her sorority sisters, who was also a girlfriend of one of their frat brothers. Read more »

A Post-Party Party [MF]

Continued from *Getting Started* – links in comments

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The remaining folks were in the main room, getting ready to spend the night in the floor and couches. Jessa and I were sitting on her bed coming down from our highs. The usual make-out started, and our tops came off quickly.

She loved having her nipples sucked, so while kissing down her voluptuous body I stopped and focused on her beautiful, large, pale boobs. I unclasped her bra and let her twins swing free – she grasped the back of my head to keep me on her breasts. They hung heavy and welcomed me in. I circled each areola with my tongue and gently nibbled on her erect nipples. I pushed her back onto the bed and continued to make out with her chest: squeezing and massaging her boobs, rubbing around them, kissing all over them, blowing gently on her tits.

She wasn’t too keen on being eaten out – or maybe it was just my beginner status that deterred her – so as I kissed and fondled lower on her body, approaching her pussy, she reached down and grabbed my cock to stop my journey. Jessa pulled me back up, turned and slid down under me to find my penis with her mouth. Read more »

Getting Started [MF] [oral]

Jessa and I started going fairly steady after that trip; it wasn’t common knowledge in the hiking club, but certain people did figure it out (including Sam, a junior in the club who had had a relationship with Jessa the previous semester). It didn’t bother us too much, because we had never actually discussed our ‘relationship status’ and were very much in a physical relationship.

She never came over to my place – an apartment shared with a senior couple and their dog. I transferred into school that spring, and just found an empty room to stay in. I spent probably two to three nights a week at Jessa’s for the remaining few weeks of school; that included weekend nights, when we’d fuck on a fairly regular basis. I actually don’t remember my first time having sex, but I do remember some pretty awesome times with Jessa. Read more »

The First First [MF] [oral]

I lost my virginity in college, freshman year, to an exchange student from England . . .

Jessa.

She wasn’t the fittest girl I’d ever met. She was only slightly shorter than me, and had a fair bit of ‘padding’ – I tend to consider her as the founder of my enjoyment for both fit and thicker women. Her breasts, while it was a few more days before I got to see them in all their glory, were large and welcoming. Her size allowed her to have a fantastic ass: fantastic for grabbing, slapping, squeezing, biting . . . she kept her blonde hair cut to the middle of her back, just the right length to hold onto during particularly fast-pacing fucking in doggy-style.

For whatever reason someone wouldn’t want to go to bed with her, her British accent and oh-so-nasty vocabulary swept the board and replaced any hesitation with anticipation. Read more »

Wrapping Up the Night [MMf] [DP/anal] [group] [voy]

**Continued** from *Dancing in the Basement*, *Emily in the Shower*, and *The Private Party* – links in comments

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The main floor is nearly empty, at least in the halls. I head to the bathroom to see if Emily was still in there.

The room is dark, but her shirt is still on the floor. I grab it and head to the kitchen to look for her. I wasn’t sure what I would do if she’d gotten in trouble, but I felt responsible to find her. There are only a few people in the kitchen, and they deny seeing her even come through to go outside. I go back to the main hallway, and decide to check the bedroom.

First I knock softly on Ashley’s door, and crack it open. It’s dark, and there are a few people sleeping on the bed. I flip the lights on and head over to see if any of them are Emily, or Ashley. None are, and one of the sleepers who woke up to the light suggests I check the guest bedroom. Apparently, the guy says, that bedroom has been the place to be all night, even with its door closed. Read more »