This was back around 2000. One of my close friends, who I'd met through his older brother, was undergrad at MSU. His girlfriend throughout high school, who had been his prom date went to Eastern, about an hour away. MSU was known to be a party school, the place to go to get your rocks off without hardly trying. I was in grad school at the time, and would head out there a few weekends a month.
Christy, my buddy's girl, was on the tall side of average with a tight body. Face-wise she was average, to be honest, but people were probably too busy staring at her perky c-cups and small, round butt to notice. Her wavy blonde hair was past her shoulders. She never took off the single pearl necklace my buddy had got her for a graduation present.
She was an education major and trying to get by working part time. That left her hurting for money. Driving out to see her boyfriend was a luxury. At the time, I was both a TA and tutoring with two roommates and no big expenses. So when my buddy asked me over AIM if Christy could ride out with me that weekend, I told him no problem.
The drive out to Lansing was uneventful. I picked her up at her sorority house and we shot the shit about teaching. She was first year, so I was where she wanted to be. I snuck a few glances here and there, but didn't yet have an agenda. My mind was on what rando MSU chick I was going to face fuck that night. Hot as Christy was, she didn't exude sex. I figured, like my buddy, she was a snooze in the sack. The two of them had only ever been with each other.
That year my buddy was renting a one bedroom apartment with two other guys, a choice made solely for the purpose of throwing parties. I was never into drinking or drugs. Sex was my vice. Blond, and blue-eyed, I worked out every day (still do), and trained MMA. But my best feature was my big cock, which is almost nine inches long and about six around, according to a garment tape. It was also pretty enough to be cast as a sex toy, and I knew it. No one in the high school locker room came close. By sophomore year, all the girls knew. Girls can't keep their mouth's shut, whether they are around a big cock or telling their friends later. Five year later, it was a golden era to have a big cock in. My webcam had gotten me all kinds of action via AIM and Yahoo! Messenger (RIP).
My success in the digital age had led to a confidence bordering on cockiness. If a girl turned me down, big deal, there was more where she came from. And, to be frank, I never cared whether a girl enjoyed what I did to her. I took what I wanted, how I wanted. Some girls didn't talk to me after that first time. Others wouldn't leave me alone.
Christy and I were among the first people there. The way she kissed my buddy all but confirmed she wasn't worth the effort. The only draw would have been cucking my friend, which had an appeal all its own. He wouldn't have been the first. No one ever suspected me, Captain America, would ever be how I was behind closed doors.
What is it with chokers? They are immune to time. And girls know it. They are broadcasting what they are looking for, wearing one to a college bash. Choker-girl was pale, with short, dense, curly hair. At the edge of the emo age, she went heavy on the makeup. She had smaller breasts, helped a lot by a push-up bra, and wide hips. Honest truth, I do not remember this girl's name or I'd tell you it. The number of girls I've fed cum is long past counting, so let's call her April.
April was a pot-head. She didn't drink but sought out every smoke circle that formed. The Venn diagram of girls into pot and coke who suck cock is basically a thick-lined circle. There was a reason why my buddy wanted a party pad. He loved being the center of attention. He drank like a fish and it was starting to show. But he was loud and knew everyone's name. Every time April looked over at the popular kids, I met her eye. The era demanded I wear a tight black tee and snug jeans, which worked to my advantage. I'm both a grower and a shower. I was sure to position my fat cock to the left so the prominent bulge showed.
It was January in Michigan and cold as shit. When the party started to thin, I made my move, chatting up April while tapping my buddy's weed supply. April's pupils were huge. She looked around and said:
"I don't know where my coat is."
"Guess you have to stay," was my reply.
The apartment cleared out. Eventually my buddy and Christy disappeared into his room, which he shared with one guy. Another had a loft bed/desk situation in the main room. The ladder was too much for him and he was passed out under the desk.
I was on the couch with April's head in my lap. She didn't even pretend to put up a fight. When I put my hand on the back of her head, she dove down so fast I lost my grip. She made a little surprised noise right away. I don't know if it's my size -- the fat head, the wide slit, but my cock gets very messy. It oozes thick, sticky precum the instant I get hard and never lets up. April lapped it up, her tongue probing, until I told her:
"Quit playing with it and suck."
April started bobbing her head. I looked up to see Christy staring back at me. I was at one end of the couch, the side table lamp providing a full view of me being blown by a random girl I had met that night. Kristy was halfway to the fridge in nothing but my buddy's MSU T-shirt. Her perky breasts stood proud and long legs bare. Stopping never occurred to me. When I'm getting my dick sucked, I don't stop for anyone. It's not just that I have no reason to be embarrassed. It's that no one is cock blocking me. I take it personal.
I kept talking, my eyes locked on Christy. "Does that taste good?"
"Um-hmmm." April replied, voice muffled.
"Bob your head, bitch."
April was too far gone to comply. I had to help her, one hand laced in her thick curls, one on the back of her neck. She went from savoring my fat, slick knob to struggling with my thick shaft. Maybe it's keeping fit, like a blood flow thing. Whatever it is, my cock has always gotten rock hard. There's no give at all. A girl can squeeze as hard as she can. Her hand will give out before my cock budges a millimeter. Between that and the upward curve, it makes blowing me a challenge. Because of that, I prefer a girl leaned over my lap rather than on her knees. The angle of my cock and her throat lines up better.
Christy was frozen in place. I switched hands, my right guiding April's head, my left casually on the back of the couch. I stared into Christy's eyes.
"You love big cock, don't you?"
"Yesh."
I pulled April off my cock, feeling her drool spill down my shaft. "What's that?"
"Yes."
"Then do what you're good for, slut."
I shoved April deep onto my dick. She started to go limp. Some cumsluts are like that. They go into a trance when they are used properly. I held her head in place and started pumping my hips, fucking her face. She did her best with her tongue while I used her mouth.
"Ready for some cum?"
"Mmmmm."
"I hope you're thirsty. There's going to be a lot."
I'm of two minds about feeding a girl. Sometimes, I prefer to give them just the head, when I want them to taste it. Sometimes make them hold it in their mouths until they are told to swallow. With my fat head, there's not much room as it is. Usually it takes three or four gulps to drain me. Other times, I like to remove any possibility of spitting. Force her down and pump it a huge load directly into her stomach.
April, she was going to get the head. No chance she was a cum dodger. But there was another reason. Christy was watching.
"Feeding time, slut."
I stopped pumping. April shuffled in anticipation, rising up, lips were locked around my cock head. The first shot was the hardest. I felt it splash on the roof of her mouth. When the thick second shot came, April realized she wasn't going to be able to hold it all. She gulped. Loudly. The third and fourth spurts surprised her but she drank them down.
My eyes opened. Christy was still staring. Her lips were slightly parted. My buddy's girl was panting at the sight of me getting my dick drained. I'm not a big smiler, but I have a grade-A cocky smirk.
"Milk it. Get it all."
April settled back in, stroking any lingering semen out, fingers pressing into the prominent vein underneath. Her other hand went to my balls.
"That's a good girl. What do you say?"
April pulled away, her voice thick from my rich load. "Thank you."
She laid her head down on my lap. This time I addressed Christy.
"Need any help?"
Christy spun towards the fridge without a word. She looked inside, unable to form a thought. If she wasn't thirsty when she came out, she sure was now.
"Got a craving?"
