I haven't posted anything here since senior year of high school. I'm a freshman in college now, and I'm loving every second of it.
Andrew and I met in October at one of those classic college house parties you know, the kind where people are packed tightly into every corner, where the basement is too dark, the jungle juice is too sweet, and the music is too loud. Andrew is a senior and I'm a freshman. To be honest, I don't remember meeting him. I just remember waking up in a strange bed next to a guy whose name I couldn't remember. After (re)-introductions were made, we quickly discovered that we had the most incredible sexual compatibility I have ever had with anyone. He also has the biggest dick I've ever seen, nice and thick and nearly nine inches long. It would take way too long to describe everything we've done together over the past months, but to make a long story short, I've become more and more submissive as he's become more and more dominant. I've always known this submissive side was in me, but I had never met someone who could really bring it out of me and take full advantage of it.
Yesterday afternoon was probably the farthest I've gone in terms of fulfilling my fantasies. And soon we'll go even farther. I'm so excited to finally act on the impulses I've had for so long.
I took a nice long shower that morning, carefully soaping up and shaving every inch of my pussy. After toweling off and moisturizing (I hate how the cold dries out my skin), I put on a black lace thong and matching black bra. I couldn't help but send Andrew a couple snapchats. I slid into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a gray t-shirt. The shirt has a modest crew neck, but it clings so tightly you can just make out the outline of my bra. I put on a warm winter jacket, zipped into my tall leather boots, looped a scarf around my neck, and headed out of my dorm.
As I walked the few blocks off campus to Andrew's townhouse, I felt a familiar tingle in my stomach start to grow. By the time I reached his front door I could already feel a damp patch in my panties. I rang his bell and rocked back in forth on my heels until he opened the door. I smiled and went in for a kiss, but he immediately grabbed me by the hair, pulled me inside, and slammed the door.
"On your knees," he commanded, pushing me to the ground. He pulled his already hard cock from his shorts and shoved it into my mouth. Gripping my hair with both hands, he started to fuck the back of my throat. I gagged and felt spit drip down my chin. He slowed down the pace and forced his cock deeper until the muscles in my throat relaxed and let him all the way in. He groaned with satisfaction and held it there until I choked and had to pull away.
He pulled me back to my feet and pressed my back against the wall, fumbling with the zipper on my jeans as I stroked his cock with one hand. He yanked down my jeans and flipped me around, bending me over with my hands against the wall for stability. He pulled my thong to the side and roughly dipped a finger into my slick pussy, then plunged his entire cock inside of me in one deep thrust. There's something about Andrew that makes me instantly wet. I get literally (almost comically) dripping wet. The funny thing is that with most guys I have a hard time getting wet, so I usually have to use lube. With Andrew, I'm instantly ready to be fucked.
He pressed one hand firmly on the small of my back and wrapped the fingers of the other tightly around a chunk of my hair. The sound of his hips slamming into my ass echoed in the small stairwell, and I heard someone from upstairs call down "Andrew, do I hear you guys fucking?" Andrew didn't respond he just started pounding me harder. "Who was that?" I gasped between breaths. "Mitch," he replied. Mitch is one of Andrew's five housemates. Andrew has told me about a couple times when he and Mitch fucked the same girl together. I had expressed tentative interest in that, but hearing Mitch's voice upstairs made everything real.
Andrew pulled out of me, leaving me panting against the wall. "Take off your shirt and jeans," he said. "Keep your bra and panties on. And get on your hands and knees." Hands trembling with excitement (and honestly a little fear), I complied. We usually don't start anything until I get into his bedroom. Well, once we fucked in the kitchen with the sink running full blast to muffle my moans while his housemates were in the living room. But that's a different story.
Anyway, back to what was happening. I was on my knees in the stairwell, dressed in just my bra and tiny lace thong. "Crawl to the first step," Andrew ordered. I did as I was told. "Now arch that ass up." He came up behind me and pushed his cock back inside of me for just a moment, then stepped over me and walked up the stairs. I started to get up to follow him, but he stopped me short. "No, crawl." I looked up the stairs, knowing that Mitch would be able to see me when I got to the top. Part of me wanted to chicken out and refuse, but I knew what I really wanted. I crawled up the stairs, hurting my knees a little on the cold hard wood.
When I got to the landing, Andrew led me by my hair to the living room. I saw Mitch sprawled lazily on the couch and I immediately felt my cheeks burn. I turned my face into Andrew's leg to hide. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey," Mitch laughed. "You look great." Andrew stroked my hair for a moment, then pulled me up so that I was kneeling in front of his cock with my back to Mitch. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it hungrily, swirling mouth up and down the head while I jerked the shaft with both hands. Andrew let me do that for a minute or so, then grabbed my hair and started fucking my throat. "Jesus, you two should be in a porno," Mitch said.
Andrew pushed me off of his cock and turned me back around to face Mitch. "Crawl to the couch," he ordered. I could feel the spit still wet on my face as I slowly made my way to the couch. Andrew got behind me and slid my thong to the side. "This would be a great picture, wouldn't it?" he asked Mitch. I held perfectly still while he took out his phone and snapped a picture of my arched ass and pussy. When he was satisfied, he spat on his cock and pushed it inside of me. I put my face down on the couch, but Andrew grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so that I had to look up at Mitch.
I tried not to moan to loud, but I couldn't stop the whimpers that came out of me as Andrew pounded me from behind. "We should show Mitch what nice little tits you have," Andrew breathed into my ear. He quickly undid my bra and let it fall to the floor, then he held my arms behind my back and pulled me upright so that my chest was fully exposed to Mitch. "Shit," Mitch said. "Those really are beautiful." I couldn't help but smile.
Andrew paused his pounding for a second "Mitch, do you want you dick sucked?" I stopped breathing. I always fantasized about this, but I couldn't believe it was happening. Mitch sighed, "I would any other day, but I have a job interview that I should have left for five minutes ago." He turned his attention to me: "If you come back next weekend I would love one." I was surprised at how disappointed I felt. Mitch flashed me a smile and got up, grabbing his wallet and keys. "See you soon, sweetheart."
After Mitch left, Andrew and I spent several productive hours in his bedroom. That's another story.
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