All of the characters in this story were over eighteen when it happened.
I had been at college for a year when I went home for weekend and my buddy Stan told me about his girlfriend, Kara. Kara was going to the same large state university I was. He kept telling me I ought to go see her. It was a little creepy how willing he was for me to fuck her. I had only met her once a year before. I had a small part in the town summer theater production and Stan brought her backstage to meet me. I only remember that she was tall, had a big rack and wanted to be an actress. But he made me promise to go see her and I did.
I was walking back from a class all the way across campus when I remembered that I had an open invitation to go see Kara. I felt like a jerk, but I went into the all-female dorm and found her room. The door was ajar. Knocking, it opened. And there was Kara in a danskin doing dancer's exercises. I apologized for barging in unannounced, but she was very friendly and eagerly made conversation while continuing her vigorous bending and stretching. I did not hide the fact that I was looking at her body as she moved. Kara just missed being a total knockout. She was tall, maybe 5'9", and built. She had big 36d's and a nice tapered waist and a nice tight ass with toned legs. She wasn't the prettiest girl I had ever seen, but she was clearly interested in me and I was interested in her body, particularly those big tits. Stan had told me she was into sex. He had described fucking her in a shower. He said she never got enough.
I considered making some kind of move right then, but it was Friday afternoon and there were parties that night. I invited her to our dorm's cocktail party and she invited me to their 'wacky hat' party. No thanks. I honestly forgot about her almost right away. The dorm cocktail party was about getting all dressed up and trying to get the girls as drunk as possible and getting laid.
It was around ten when the mixers ran out the guys and gals who hadn't paired off by then probably weren't going to, so they were just drinking the booze. Then Kara walked in. I was in my suit. Pretty drunk, but at that age I could hold my booze. She was in a clown outfit. Yes, a clown outfit. A big, billowy outfit with funny shoes and socks and a derby hat with a flower coming out the top. And a painted face. I couldn't hide my amusement, or how glad I was to see her. Apparently, being a clown was some offshoot of her wanting to be an actress. It was loud in the party and I offered Kara drinks upstairs.
A joint and some beer later, I was awkwardly trying to work my hand around one of Kara's big tits in the danskin she wore under the clown suit. She calmly suggested we get naked. I watched as she peeled off her clothes. She had an amazing body, tight and firm. And those big, full tits. I pounced on them, sucking and kneading them. She was pretty passive, but seemed to be having a good time. I felt a little guilty about not having any emotional attachment to her, so I wanted to impress her as a lover at least. So I went down on her, knowing my other girlfriends had always complimented my oral talents.
I approached the small tuft of dark pubic hair against her ivory skin. I warmed her with my breath and then parted her legs and nuzzled in against her pussy. I could smell it and I wanted to taste it. My tongue traced her slit, where her dainty lips came together. I was waiting for a sigh from her, some indication of her pleasure, but none came. I looked up and she was crying. Between sobs she told me it was Stan's birthday, which just seemed creepy and weird. I offered to take her home, but she refused. She wanted to call Stan. I gave her the phone. Listening to her half of the conversation was surreal. She wished him a happy birthday and chatted as if she were not naked in my bed next to me, also naked, with the taste of her snatch on my lips. Then she handed me the phone!
"Hey, how is she? Good, eh? Fuck her good, man." Stan was egging me on. I didn't know what to think or say. I just said ok and gave her back the phone. She told him goodbye and then lay back as if to give me the ok to eat her pussy. So I did.
It's always exciting to eat a strange cunt. Hers was small and tight. She was really wet inside too. Her clit was tiny and not too sensitive. I was finally sucking right on it when she sighed and came. I was ready to fuck now. Stan had told me she was up for anything and now we had his fucking blessing. My head was spinning with possibilities. Kara put an end to that.
"Come on. Finish now," she said flatly. And she just laid there. And I don't know why, but I suddenly felt angry and used. I looked down at her and spit in her face. She recoiled.
"Finish? No. Not yet, Kara. Just because you got your little orgasm doesn't mean we are through just yet. Stan told me you were such a hot piece of tail. He told me he fucked you standing up in the shower. Told me you talked dirty to him while he jacked off on the phone. How good you were at it. Of course, you are an actress, right? Or is it a clown now? What the fuck is that?"
Kara started to answer. I shoved my hand in her face and wiped the spit around.
"If you say anything it better be some hot, sex talk, bitch. This is a big night for me. I chipped in for the booze, bought that weed we smoked, and put up with whatever weird shit you and Stan are into. So now you do what I say. And if you say anything it better make my cock harder, or I will show you the dark side of kinky." And with that I gave one of her massive tits a hard tweak and twist. She hadn't responded too much to my gentle sucking and caresses earlier. Some big tit bitches don't have sensitive jugs. But they all feel pain.
"You liked it when I ate your cunt, Kara?"
"I came," she answered.
"Yes, but it did take a while. Maybe I should have warmed you up a bit more first. On all fours like a bitch, Kara. Now."
