10
It was Saturday night, and his cock was hard in my hand. I hadn't had the pleasure of a ton of cocks in my life, but as a college freshman, away from home for the first time, I was looking to change that. In fact, I hadn't had the REAL pleasure of any cocks at that point, as I was still a virgin. I had given my share of hand and blowjobs, and one time even let a classmate fuck my tits on a bet at a party, but I had yet to go all the way. It wasn't an ethical thing, or a religious thing, or anything, I just hadn't been too thrilled with my options up to this point, and tonight was no different.
I wasn't going to fuck this guy, but that didn't mean I didn't want to have fun in other ways!
It was the weekend of my nineteenth birthday, and I was horny as fuck. Focused as I had been on my studies, I didn't have much time to devote to carnal pursuits, and this weekend, my roommate Claire and I decided to try and change that.
An average height with a little extra padding, I was what you'd probably call "curvy," but despite the prerequisite dissatisfaction and self consciousness that every young woman has with her body, I knew I had what the boys wanted; it was just a matter of flaunting it long enough to catch the right one. It's not like I had never hooked up with ANYONE before, and I learned quickly that college boys were easy marks. So I put on some smokey eye make up, painted my full lips, hoisted my D-cup tits high and wore my tightest jeans as Claire and I hit the town to celebrate.
Claire was no slouch either. A short, gorgeous, Puerto Rican girl, Claire fit a big personality into a minuscule body. She didn't have too much in the way of tits, but that just meant she knew she could turn heads by not wearing a bra. And besides, she knew exactly where her strengths were--she may have been tiny up top, but below the waist she was what you might call "thicc," and she knew how to use it.
I may not have had much luck in the dick department, but I couldn't say the same for Claire. Most of the time we coordinated well enough to make sure we each had the room to ourselves if the need arose, but there was more than one time when I'd be awoken late at night as Claire came back to our room with a faceless guy. I'd pretend I was asleep, so as to not ruin their fun, but the sounds of their gasps and grunts as Claire would take a deep dicking mere feet from me were more than my horny self could handle. I'd quietly snake my hand down between my thighs to find my pussy drenched and in need of release.
My fingers would run quietly and quickly over my wet lips, zeroing in on my throbbing clit, and I'd live vicariously through Claire as she enjoyed the benefits of college social life. I learned through these erotic experiences that despite always using condoms, Claire never let her men finish inside her. and as she sensed them growing closer to climax, she would repeat the mantra "Cum on me--I want you to cum on me." Hearing that command they would start fucking her even harder, until pulling out right at the last second, ripping off their condom, and showering her body with their hot load.
It became a trigger for me as well, and as I rubbed my clit listening to her fuck, I'd always hold my own orgasm until I heard that command from her. I couldn't see it, but hearing her men grunt and groan, and picturing them spurting all over my hot roommate made my own orgasms more intense than I had ever experienced.
But tonight the room was mine, and after some coy flirting and just enough drinks to make things interesting, I had left the bar with a tall surfer-type named Jared. He had a nice smile and a tight body, and he made sure everyone knew it. The top half of his short sleeve button down was left open and flapping in the wind, exposing his hard pecs to the eyes of every onlooker.
We had both lost our pants somewhere between the door and the bed, and began to grind underwear-clad genitals against each other as we made out. Reach up I popped the front clasp on my bra, and the cups fell to the sides. My nipples were hard as rocks beneath my blouse, which hung erotically from their tips.
I felt my pussy gush as Jared grabbed both my big breasts, squeezed, and then leaned up to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my top. I had decided at the bar I was not going to fuck this boy, but I fully intended to use his mouth and his hands for everything they were worth.
I say "intended" because in my wanton horniness I forgot the first rule of hooking up with college boys: make sure YOU cum first.
As Jared gripped and kneaded my swollen tits, my hand drifted down over his hard pecs and tight stomach, until I reached the hard protrusion confined by his boxer briefs. I gripped it through the fabric of his underwear, and could feel his heat as he twitched in my hand. I slipped my fingers under the waistband, and felt one hand leave my tits as he helped me shimmy his shorts down enough to let his cock and balls breathe free.
His cock wasn't as big as his ego, but it was nice. I watched it bob to and fro as he shifted his body, always straining due north. This boy was hard as a rock, and his cock was practically screaming to be touched, so who was I to refuse?
My one free hand reached down and rolled his balls around eliciting a groan from Jared, and a tighter grip on my tits. Then, giving my hand a long, wet lick, I wrapped my fingers around his aching shaft and began to pump at a mid-tempo, deliberate pace.
I had plans for this cock. It was my birthday, and I wanted to play. I wanted it in my hands, in my mouth, maybe even between my tits, and I was going to make Jared work for it. I was going to make this boy remember me.
At least that was my plan, until after a mere 20 or 30 strokes I felt Jared's body start to jerk, heard a deep "HNNNNNGH" fight its way out of his throat, and I looked down just in time to see one high pop of stringy white cum shoot out of his cockhead, followed three or so more underwhelming dribbles roll down over my hand. I kept pumping slowly out of courtesy, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.
"Wow, babe, that was amazing," Jared said as his whole body relaxed, including his grip on my tits. "You got something I can clean up with?" He said, making himself comfortable against my pillows.
"Yeah hold on, I'll be right back," I said in my sexiest voice, "I'm not finished with you yet!" I padded my way over to the bathroom, shimmying my ass as much as I could to keep him enticed for round two, but when I returned with a hand towel, Jared was already asleep. Of course he was.
Wiping his cold cum off my hand with the towel, I then threw it onto his spent, glistening, shriveled up noodle of a cock and went over to Claire's bed to get some sleep myself.
I awoke the next morning as Claire returned home from her own overnight escapades. She brought with her three cups of coffee, but Jared was already gone. I regaled her with the details of my encounter, and she was excited and giddy to hear it, but when I got to the punchline, she got visibly angry. Narrative blue balls.
