Everyone always asks me, "What's the dirtiest thing you have ever done?" I usually answer with a short fucked two guys an hour apart answer, but I think it's time I tell the whole story.
As you probably guessed, I'm Jenni. Or Jen, or Pink or Pinky. I got that nickname from my friends when I dyed my waist length hair bright pink earlier this spring. I'm your not so typical college freak. Other then my hair and dark eye liner, I'm just like any other college sophomore. I work 2 job, I go to school full time, and I LOVE sex.
Last spring, I was hanging out with my boyfriend. I use that term loosely, he's male and he's a friend. We aren't dating in any restrictive means. We just enjoy each others company in and out of bed. This particular evening, we had the place to ourselves, his folks were away for the weekend, and our friends were all hanging out at a party that night.
I had just finished showering and primping to make this a night he will NEVER forget. I looked myself over in the mirror... Short black miniskirt and black satin thong?... Check... Tight black Misfits tank top?... Check... Twenty eye knee high Doc Martins?... Check. Today's birth control pill?.. Taken. I was ready to rock his world!
I arrived just after 9pm, smelling like my fall harvest perfume. I jumped as Bill opened the door before I could knock. He was looking good himself! Black leather pants, black muscle shirt that shows off his strong arms, deep dreamy dark eyes. To get even with him startling me, I pounced on him the before he could say a word. Pushing him back into his empty dimly lit house, closing the front door with my foot. I kissed him and drove him back until he fell backwards onto his living room sofa. I climbed on his lap, making out like it was our last night on earth. I could feel his bulging cock though his tight leather pants. My satin thong glided along his cock bulge perfectly. I dry humped him for long minutes as we kissed.
Panting and squirming on his huge bulge, I finally couldn't wait any longer. I had to have that thing inside me! I stood up and spoke the first words of our date. "Pants. Off. NOW!" He must have seen I meant business because he had his pants off before I could get my satin thong off, of coarse he didn't have garters to deal with like I did.
There he sat, my goth Adonis, with a throbbing 8 inch purple cock in his hands. I was dripping wet from hours of anticipation. I turned away and slow began to do a mock lap dance for him. Grinding my soft pink ass on his dripping cock. I was planning on teasing him a good long time, but he had other ideas. His strong arms pulled me down on his hard cock. I suddenly felt my wet pussy open as his meat slid into me. It was heavenly. He has a nice fat cock, just long enough to push hard on my deepest treasures, but not so big to cause internal hemorrhages.
I bounced on that cock for only a few minutes when his phone rang. We looked at it on the coffee table, but decided to ignore it, our pleasures were just to nice to give up for a silly phone call! Bill's hands ran up my shirt and pulled down my bra. He was kissing the back of my neck and squeezing my 36C's while I rode him like a wild animal. A few minutes later, his phone rang again. His sister's name was on the ID. Sighing, I reached down and picked it up, handing it to him with his his cock never leaving my body.
"Hello baby sister." He said, trying not to sound out of breath at 9:30 at night. I watched as his face drew serious. "Slow down... Are you OK? ........ Where are you?...." My heart started to sink as I felt his cock start to soften. "I need to get dressed. I was... asleep. I'll be there as soon as I can." His last works stuck the final blow. My long night of sexual adventure wasn't going to happen.
"She's broken down off highway 33. I need to go get her." Bill said with serious disappointment in his voice.
