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I have a friend who calls me the "cock whisperer" because, evidently, I give great head. I posted part one of the story a couple of days ago. Here’s part two.
After failing to both get laid/reciprocation from the first blow job incident, I was getting impatient with my (so far) lack of sex in college. My hormones were raging. I might as well have been a 13-year-old boy discovering sex for the first time. Sex was becoming a priority. My first priority. It was therefore only natural that I put my friends on "baewatch" for me. I was on the prowl.
And it did not take long at all to find exactly what I was looking for.
While meeting a friend for lunch, I ended up sitting with a group of people who I hadn’t met before, mostly guys. One in particular caught my eye (ex-football player, tall, decently buff, and with dark hair and long lashes — a girl’s dream, basically). I added him (we’ll call him Cal) immediately to my mental "I Need To Bang You" file and went about my day normally.
Until my friend mentions "Hey, you know Cal from lunch?" Oh boy did I. "He thinks you're hot and wants to know if you’re DTF" Oh man. I was in.
I make plans immediately to meet him for dinner with the rest of our group. I sit right next to him, turning on the charm (ensuring, as well, that I was wearing an extremely low-cut shirt that showed all of the right curves in all of the right places) and get his number. We text back and forth all of the next day until, out of the blue, I get a text.
"So, wanna watch a movie later?" Decoded: Have sex with me. Have sex with me now.
I send back a text agreeing and we meet up in my dorm room around 9. My roommate already knows to get out and stay out. I pull out my laptop and turn on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (a classic, am I right?). He wastes no time in turning on the moves, just slightly. We’re sitting on my roommate’s bed, his arm around my shoulders, and I can tell he is just waiting for the right opportunity to go in for the kill. But if you read Part 1, you know I like to play with my food before I eat it. So I keep my eyes locked on the screen, every now and then "accidentally" bumping my foot against his leg or placing my hand just a little too close to his thigh before pulling away with a sly little "Oops". We’re about halfway through the movie and my neck is killing me, so I suggest we lay down instead. Cal seizes the moment, and his lips are suddenly crushing against mine, his tongue tracing the tips of my teeth. His hand finds his way to be breasts and snakes its way underneath my shirt. My mind is exploding with thoughts like "Yes! Finally! SEX!" but I’m doing what I can to play it cool. His mouth makes its way to the line of my jaw, then onto my neck. My panties are all but soaked.
I’m done with teasing. My hand wraps around his cock, which I am pleased to see is huge compared to my ex-boyfriend’s, and to Mike's from Part 1. It’s easily 8-9 inches, and wide at that. Clothes start to come off until we’re both just in our underwear. Cal positions me so that I’m top of him, and I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my pussy through what little clothes we have left. Our breathing gets heavy, and his fingers make their way to the edge of my panties. He pushes them to the side, and then he’s gently fucking me with his fingers in a way that feels so good, I have to press a hand to my mouth so that the whole dorm hall doesn’t hear me. During all of this, his dick (still rock hard) is pressed against my clit so that with each movement a little wave of pleasure makes me that much closer to coming.
I move my mouth to his earlobe, kissing all the way down his neck and chest until he removes his fingers. He knows what’s coming, but I take my sweet time, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses all down his chest and to his thighs. I look up at him and his eyes tell me what he wants. I run a hand along his cock and press my lips to it before taking all of him in my mouth. His breathing picks up at once. I bob my head up and down slowly, flicking my tongue along his shaft. My hands explore his balls, rubbing them in rhythm with my tongue. He starts to ride my face, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. I look up at him and our eyes meet for a second. It’s clear that he’s enjoying himself, but we’re thinking the same thing – We need to fuck. Right now.
He grabs my by the arm and pulls me to him forcefully without being too aggressive. It’s a huge turn on, and my mouth crushes against his again. I see him rustling around where his pants landed and hear the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper. He breaks the kiss for a second and looks at me, "You sure you want to?" I nod enthusiastically and whisper in his ear, "I want to know how good you feel."
It takes all of two seconds before the condom’s on and he’s pushing his cock inside of me. It’s been months since I last had sex, and the contact feels so good that I start moaning immediately. He has a hand on the side of my neck, not chocking me, but enough to make the sex a little rough. All the while we’re exchanging meaningless words – "Oh baby, that feels so good"; "Ah, keep doing that". We stick to missionary, but it’s anything but bland. Cal plunges his cock so deep into me that it hurts a little, but in a good way. His pace increases and the poorly-constructed dorm-room bed starts pounding against the wall. I could care less. Cal grinds his dick into me and I can feel the pressure from his sperm filling the condom. He slows down and we both just stare at each other, amazed.
The next day, my friend comes up to me in the common room, smiles, and says, "Yeah, so apparently you gave Cal the best head of his life." I return the grin. 2-0.
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After failing to both get laid/reciprocation from the first blow job incident, I was getting impatient with my (so far) lack of sex in college. My hormones were raging. I might as well have been a 13-year-old boy discovering sex for the first time. Sex was becoming a priority. My first priority. It was therefore only natural that I put my friends on "baewatch" for me. I was on the prowl.
And it did not take long at all to find exactly what I was looking for.
While meeting a friend for lunch, I ended up sitting with a group of people who I hadn’t met before, mostly guys. One in particular caught my eye (ex-football player, tall, decently buff, and with dark hair and long lashes — a girl’s dream, basically). I added him (we’ll call him Cal) immediately to my mental "I Need To Bang You" file and went about my day normally.
Until my friend mentions "Hey, you know Cal from lunch?" Oh boy did I. "He thinks you're hot and wants to know if you’re DTF" Oh man. I was in.
I make plans immediately to meet him for dinner with the rest of our group. I sit right next to him, turning on the charm (ensuring, as well, that I was wearing an extremely low-cut shirt that showed all of the right curves in all of the right places) and get his number. We text back and forth all of the next day until, out of the blue, I get a text.
"So, wanna watch a movie later?" Decoded: Have sex with me. Have sex with me now.
I send back a text agreeing and we meet up in my dorm room around 9. My roommate already knows to get out and stay out. I pull out my laptop and turn on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (a classic, am I right?). He wastes no time in turning on the moves, just slightly. We’re sitting on my roommate’s bed, his arm around my shoulders, and I can tell he is just waiting for the right opportunity to go in for the kill. But if you read Part 1, you know I like to play with my food before I eat it. So I keep my eyes locked on the screen, every now and then "accidentally" bumping my foot against his leg or placing my hand just a little too close to his thigh before pulling away with a sly little "Oops". We’re about halfway through the movie and my neck is killing me, so I suggest we lay down instead. Cal seizes the moment, and his lips are suddenly crushing against mine, his tongue tracing the tips of my teeth. His hand finds his way to be breasts and snakes its way underneath my shirt. My mind is exploding with thoughts like "Yes! Finally! SEX!" but I’m doing what I can to play it cool. His mouth makes its way to the line of my jaw, then onto my neck. My panties are all but soaked.
I’m done with teasing. My hand wraps around his cock, which I am pleased to see is huge compared to my ex-boyfriend’s, and to Mike's from Part 1. It’s easily 8-9 inches, and wide at that. Clothes start to come off until we’re both just in our underwear. Cal positions me so that I’m top of him, and I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my pussy through what little clothes we have left. Our breathing gets heavy, and his fingers make their way to the edge of my panties. He pushes them to the side, and then he’s gently fucking me with his fingers in a way that feels so good, I have to press a hand to my mouth so that the whole dorm hall doesn’t hear me. During all of this, his dick (still rock hard) is pressed against my clit so that with each movement a little wave of pleasure makes me that much closer to coming.
I move my mouth to his earlobe, kissing all the way down his neck and chest until he removes his fingers. He knows what’s coming, but I take my sweet time, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses all down his chest and to his thighs. I look up at him and his eyes tell me what he wants. I run a hand along his cock and press my lips to it before taking all of him in my mouth. His breathing picks up at once. I bob my head up and down slowly, flicking my tongue along his shaft. My hands explore his balls, rubbing them in rhythm with my tongue. He starts to ride my face, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. I look up at him and our eyes meet for a second. It’s clear that he’s enjoying himself, but we’re thinking the same thing – We need to fuck. Right now.
He grabs my by the arm and pulls me to him forcefully without being too aggressive. It’s a huge turn on, and my mouth crushes against his again. I see him rustling around where his pants landed and hear the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper. He breaks the kiss for a second and looks at me, "You sure you want to?" I nod enthusiastically and whisper in his ear, "I want to know how good you feel."
It takes all of two seconds before the condom’s on and he’s pushing his cock inside of me. It’s been months since I last had sex, and the contact feels so good that I start moaning immediately. He has a hand on the side of my neck, not chocking me, but enough to make the sex a little rough. All the while we’re exchanging meaningless words – "Oh baby, that feels so good"; "Ah, keep doing that". We stick to missionary, but it’s anything but bland. Cal plunges his cock so deep into me that it hurts a little, but in a good way. His pace increases and the poorly-constructed dorm-room bed starts pounding against the wall. I could care less. Cal grinds his dick into me and I can feel the pressure from his sperm filling the condom. He slows down and we both just stare at each other, amazed.
The next day, my friend comes up to me in the common room, smiles, and says, "Yeah, so apparently you gave Cal the best head of his life." I return the grin. 2-0.
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