Immy's Adventures - Swap Meat

This is the ninth installment in my "Kimmy's Adventures" series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.

(Author's Note-The setting for this installment is approximately 9-months after "Kimmy's Adventures-The Locker Room 2". You may want to read that story first.)

This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however in no way should this story be considered "sex education". All characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The college referenced in the story is made up.

All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

"Kimmy's Adventures-Swap Meat"

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"North over here!" I yelled, excitedly as I waved my arms frantically to get Harrison's attention. The nipples of my braless tits stiffened immediately under my sleeveless summer dress.

Harrison's head snapped in the direction of my voice and quickly caught my eye. A great big smile lit up his face as he walked towards me, his carry on bag slung over his right shoulder. As he approached I couldn't help but feel my thighs moisten.

I had been waiting anxiously for about 20-minutes outside of terminal C at the busy metropolitan airport that was nearest to State College. I finally saw him exit the gate onto the main concourse with a stream of other passengers from his recently arrived flight.

It was mid afternoon on the second Friday of the month of June, which marked the third anniversary of our first date. Coincidently it was also the anniversary of the first time we fucked. It was an event we decided we would commemorate annually, no matter what else was going on in our lives at the time. We did it in order to "keep the flame lit" in our special relationship, despite the distance that separated us.(Kimmy's Adventures-The Gang Bang)

We quickly hugged and engaged in a long passionate tongue kiss that I sensed was attracting the attention of people around us.

"God, I missed you so much!" I gushed as our lips parted.

"Missed you too, Freaky," he said, while taking my hand in his as we began our walk towards the luggage claim. "I've been looking forward to this weekend more than anything for months."

"More than the football draft back in April?" I asked, grinning. He was a mid round draft pick for Buffalo.

"Getting my brains fucked out by you all weekend is a lot better than earning the right to get my brains beat out on a football field," he quipped.

"How romantic!" I thought to myself.

Harrison and I could barely keep our hands to ourselves as we waited impatiently for his luggage to appear on the conveyor belt in the claim area. Once again we were getting curious looks from other people waiting for their bags as we touched, fondled, giggled and laughed.

By the time we grabbed his suitcase and got to my car, I was chomping at the bit. No sooner did the doors close than I leaned over the center console and attacked the waistband of his shorts.

"Seriously Kimmy, You're not even gonna wait till we get back to your place?" Harrison asked as he lifted his ass slightly. His actions told me his protests weren't very sincere. I pulled his boxers and shorts over his hips revealing his beautiful stiff cock.

"From the looks of it, this hard handsome dick has missed me," I responded with a grin. "Besides, tell me you didn't wear a belt for no reason?"

"I didn't want to have to take it off during the security check!" he protested.

"Yeah right!" I thought to myself, then jammed his cock into my warm, wet mouth.

"Ohh...gawwwd!" Harrison grunted loudly. "Seriously Kimmy! What if we get arrested for indecent exposure or lewd and lascivious behavior? Can you imagine what would happen to my contract with the league or your endorsement deals if our names and images are plastered all over the internet and TMZ?"

I couldn't help but spit his cock out of my mouth as I let out a powerful laugh.

"Lewd and lascivious?" I began teasingly as I looked up into his eyes. "There ya go showing off that vocabulary again to prove you're not just a good looking dumb jock.

"Just lean back and relax," I continued. "Besides, the way your dick is throbbing in my mouth I don't think this is gonna take very long."

And with that I went back to sucking Harrison's cock. Up and down my head bobbed as my right hand stroked his shaft furiously. The time for a more sensuous, loving suck job would have to wait.

His grunts and groans filled the interior of the car. A couple dozen strokes later and I felt his feet push into the floor board and his legs tense. Instinctively I increased the pace of my manipulations. That's all it took.

"Ungh!...Ungh...Ungh!...Ungh!...Ungh!" With every grunt, Harrison expelled a blast of cum; the first two sliding down my throat, the rest settling in my mouth. It was quite the load he'd saved up.

My face was still in Harrison's lap when he said, "Oh my god Kimmy, a couple people are headed to the car next to us."

Suddenly I heard a man and a woman's voices near the passenger side of the car. Unfortunately, my car didn't have tinted windows. I hoped the poor lighting in the parking garage would make it difficult for anyone to see clearly into the vehicle.

I pursed my lips in an effort to maintain Harrison's cum in my mouth then slowly lifted my head from his crotch. Next, I eased myself back into the drivers seat, and turned the car on. Harrison frantically pulled up his pants. I then looked out the passenger side window and was surprised to see a middle age woman, that I recognized from the luggage claim, brazenly staring into the car.

Without a second thought, I opened my mouth to show the female voyeur the cum still covering my tongue. I felt a little bit trickle out the corner of my lips. I closed my gob, swallowed, then opened my mouth again to show her it was all gone. The woman's appalled expression was priceless. For added affect I scooped the sperm that was on my chin into my mouth with my pinky and smacked my lips. I then smiled and waved at her before putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking space.

"Holy fuck Kimmy," Harrison exclaimed a few seconds later, shaking his head in stunned disbelief. "You keep doing freakier and freakier shit each time we get together."

"Why thank you Harrison," I said with a wicked grin. "Ya know I do have a reputation to up hold." I then quickly leaned over and gave him a sticky kiss on his cheek before returning my attention back to navigating the parking garage. A couple minutes later we were in the bright daylight and headed towards the highway.

"So how's this new roommate working out?" Harrison asked, making small talk. "This is the same girl that was spying on you in the locker room last fall?"

"Yup!" I smiled with mirth, fondly remembering that afternoon. He was talking about C.K. (Kimmy's Adventure's -The Locker Room 2) I'd taken her under my wing similarly to the way La La had done for me when I was a freshman (Kimmy's Adventure's-The Locker Room). "Well she just moved in a couple weeks ago after graduation when my old roommate moved out. Honestly we haven't seen a whole lot of each other since January."

Just a little background info real quickly; My roommate Mena (Kimmy's Adventures-The Lesbian Gang Bang, and Sushi Dinner) graduated and moved out at the end of my junior year. Fall of my senior year I then roomed with another teammate, who just graduated and recently moved out. Even though I would be spending part of each year training in Colorado, I wanted to keep State College as home base. So, when the opportunity for a new roommate popped up, I asked C.K. to room with me. She happily accepted.

I'd been busy training during the winter and participating in the indoor season in preparation for the Olympic qualifier meet which was held in April. Unfortunately I wasn't ready for the next level of competition yet, and finished well back of the main pack. I was back at State College on a brief break before heading to Europe for the outdoor season. C.K. would pretty much have the place to herself.

"And you're still not giving me any details on what happened with her or who the guy you two were fucking was?"

"Not until tonight when you're banging the shit out of me," I taunted.

"Oh yeah, you freaky little slut?" Harrison replied. "Let's see how ya like being teased!" Next thing I knew, he swiftly reached over and pulled the bottom of my sun dress up over my lap exposing my pussy.

"Damn, I knew you didn't have panties on!" Harrison exclaimed, pulling on my blond bush. Then, before I could clamp my thighs together, he grabbed my pussy lips between his thumb and fingers and began rubbing my labia together. "And your snatch is soaking wet."

"Oh Fuck Harrison!" I blurted, as the car swerved slightly when I momentarily lost concentration. "That's not fair. I'm fuckin' trying to drive here."

"Turn about is fair play my freaky little friend!"

"Not at 65-miles-per-hour it's not," I hissed. "Although it does feel really good ya fuckin' bastard."

Harrison smiled wickedly and continued rubbing my slippery pussy lips. Every so often his fingers brushed my clit sending a jolt through my body. For the next several miles I moaned and groaned while doing my best to concentrate on the road; traffic whizzing by on my left.

Eventually my hips involuntarily shifted slightly causing my slit to part. Harrison then cupped my pussy and began to push his middle finger in my hole.

"Oh fuck no!" I yelled. "Harrison stop!" But my body betrayed my words. My thighs spread slightly and my ass slipped a little allowing Harrison to bury his long middle finger to the third knuckle inside me.

"Ungh!" I grunted as Harrison added his ring finger. The tips of his digits rubbed the roof of my cunt at the same time his palm buffed my clit. Suddenly a unique feeling I'd never experienced before began to build in my belly.

"Fuck Harrison what are ya doin'? I gasped. "I feel like my pussy's gonna explode!"

Harrison gave two or three more forceful thrusts of his fingers then pulled them out suddenly. And that's all it took. My vision blurred...My legs trembled...My vaginal and stomach muscles clenched...And a geyser of pussy juice ejaculated from my cunt and soaked the steering wheel, dash board and my lap.

To this day I can't quite explain what it feels like to squirt. The best I can do is say it feels really, really good! It's like a release. Like everything just escapes your body.

The sudden blast of a truck's air horn made me jump in my seat and scream while I hung on to the steering wheel for dear life. The orgasmic fog immediately cleared from my brain in time for me to notice an eighteen wheeler fly by in the passing lane. I couldn't see the driver, but I have a good feeling I put on a good show for whoever was operating that truck. Automatically my foot came off the gas. I pulled onto the right shoulder of the interstate and came to an abrupt halt.

"Holy Fuuuck!" I panted in disbelief, doing my best to catch my breath. "I want to do that again!"

"Uhhh...maybe you're right though," Harrison stuttered sheepishly, looking pale as a ghost. "At high speed on the interstate might not be the best place."

"Ya think?"

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Harrison literally gave me the shirt off his back so I could dry the steering wheel and mop up my lap and legs. Harrison and I spent the rest of the trip recounting our most recent sexual adventure; giggling and laughing the entire time.

I wondered aloud where and on who, had he learned to make someone squirt. He just grinned playfully and said he'd tell me next time he was finger banging me. Before we knew it more than thirty-minutes passed and I was pulling into the parking space in my garden apartment complex. I was horny all over again.

We gathered his bags from the trunk of my car and proceeded to my unit where I paused momentarily to find my key and open the door. No sooner did we get into the entrance way and put down his bags then we heard the unmistakeable sound of bed springs squeaking.

"Sounds like your roommate needs a new bed," Harrison said, laughing at his own joke.

I shushed him, then whispered for him to quietly take a seat on the couch and wait. Before he followed my directions, he knelt and silently removed a clean tee-shirt from his carry-on bag. He slid it over his head and onto his muscular frame then headed over to the couch and took a seat facing C.K.'s bedroom door.

While Harrison was doing that, I tip-toed towards C.K.'s sleeping quarters and perched myself right outside her door. At first I wasn't sure if I was going to burst in and surprise her and her unknown lover, or wait for them to come out once they were done.

Quite honestly I didn't know exactly who she was in the bedroom with. I knew from the first time she hooked up with Malik and me in the locker room in the fall, that the two of them had a real connection. They spent as much time as they could together the past few months, taking into consideration how busy they both were with their respective course loads and sports schedules. But, I was pretty sure they weren't exclusive.

Besides, last I knew, Malik was still in California working out with a trainer and preparing for the NBA draft. He'd been there since the end of the college season in April. In mid May he'd participated in the NBA combine (an event for players to showcase their abilities prior to the draft), which by all accounts he'd done well at. He was invited there after a stellar season in which his senior leadership helped the team advance to the sweet sixteen in the NCAA tournament before being bounced by the eventual national champion. He was projected as a mid to late second round pick.

I decided to wait, as the volume and speed of the squeaks emanating from behind the closed door increased.

"Oh that's it!" C.K. yelled. "Fuck me harder! Faster! Yeah, right there! Gunna Cummmm...Unghhh...Ahhh...!

Moments later the deep growl of a male in full release echoed throughout the apartment. Suddenly the bed became silent. It was probably a minute or so before I heard muffled voices and muted giggles. The following sound I discerned was a body getting off the mattress just seconds before C.K. said, "I gotta pee!"

Next thing I knew the door opened and out popped a naked C.K., her perfect B-cup tities bouncing robustly on her slender, toned, light brown body.

"What ya doin' slut?" I asked matter of factly, causing C.K. to shriek in horror and jump nearly a foot off the ground.

"Oh my god Kimmy!" C.K. screamed as she reflexively threw one arm over her tits and a hand over her newly shaved twat. "Ya nearly scared the shit out of me!"

"Actually looks like I scared the piss out of ya," I said, pointing to the trickle of urine running down her left leg and puddling on the floor.

"Oh fuck,!" she yelled, then ran quickly to the toilet in the nearby bathroom, neglecting to close the door behind her. I couldn't help but laugh. "We weren't expecting you for about another hour," she yelled, as I heard the tinkle of pee hitting the toilet water.

"We?" I asked. "Who's we?"

"I'm we!" a deep voice boomed from the bedroom doorway before C.K. could answer.

"Malik!" I shrieked, as I jumped into his strong arms and planted my lips on his. He was dressed in only a pair of blue shorts, the outline of his prick visible. I almost didn't recognize him as he was sporting a new hair style in which the sides were shaved close and the top was braided in five cornrows that were knotted in the back. His muscular ebony body was sweaty and reeked of sex.

While our tongues twirled inside each other's mouths I could taste C.K.'s pussy. I wondered if he could detect my penis breath.

"So I'm guessing Pennington is your locker room buddy you refused to tell me about in the car?" Harrison asked from the living room couch. Malik and I separated from our embrace.

"Uh huh!" I nodded, with a sheepish smile on my face.

"Well at least it's somebody I know and like and not some asshole," Harrison laughed, rising from the sofa and taking a few steps towards Malik. Malik met him half way.

"My dude," Malik greeted Harrison as the two men fist bumped. I had to chuckle to myself thinking that both hunks probably still had their respective woman's pussy all over their hands.

"Uh, we cool?" Malik hesitated, looking at Harrison, then glancing in my direction, before turning back to Harrison.

"Yeah man, we cool," Harrison replied. "I'm sure she explained the deal to ya. Besides, no one man, or woman for that matter, can satisfy Freak. Sexually that is."

Malik nodded in agreement.

"Hey!" I declared, feigning displeasure at Harrison's comment, and Malik's agreement. Truth is, they were right. At least back then.

"So what are ya doin' here Malik?" I asked, a bit confused. "I thought ya were still out in Cali gettin' ready for the draft?" Before Malik responded I heard the toilet flush and the bathtub water get turned on in the nearby lavatory.

Malik explained that he had a couple days off and decided to surprise C.K. He'd flown in the night before and stayed at his coach's house. Then, he showed up at our door step earlier that afternoon. The rest was self explanatory.

"I forgot this was the weekend ya two get together," he continued. "I can stay with coach all weekend if my being here is a problem."

Harrison and I assured him that he was welcome to stay.

The three of us settled in the living room; the boys sat on either end of a three seat couch while I sat on a chair adjacent to Harrison. I took turns staring at the two handsome men as they shared stories about their recent seasons and draft experiences. A few minutes later C.K. appeared from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her lithe body, little droplets clinging to the exposed top of her chest and her toned calves. I assumed she'd washed Malik's cum from her pussy as well as the piss off her leg.

C.K. grabbed some paper towel from the kitchen and wiped her pee off the floor and threw it away before she tentatively came into the living room. I immediately interrupted the boy's conversation.

"Harrison, I'd like to properly introduce you to Cassidy Kearsley, but she goes by C.K.," I began. "C.K. this is Harrison Northman but his friends call him North.

"Uh...hu...hu...Hi...Harrison," C.K. stuttered nervously. "I...I've heard a lot about ya. Um, uh, I'm sorry about earlier. Not quite the way I envisioned meeting you."

"Nice to meet you too," Harrison said smiling while eyeing her towel covered body. "And trust me, I didn't mind."

I slapped Harrison's arm. My roommate blushed.

"C.K. come sit with me," I offered pointing to my lap.

She refused saying her towel was soaking and she didn't want to get my dress wet. When I informed her it was okay because my dress was already wet, she looked at me befuddled.

"Yeah, Harrison made my pussy squirt all over the place while I was speeding on the high way," I said matter of factly.

"Oh my god, really?" C.K. said looking first at me then over at Harrison. North nodded his head in acknowledgment. Malik was just shaking his head incredulously.

"Wow, I was wondering if that was really a thing," C.K. added. "Can you show me how?"

Here I'm thinking she couldn't believe that I had sex in a moving car. Instead she wanted to learn how to squirt. I knew I liked this girl.

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed. "Come take a seat." And with that, I got up, stripped C.K. of the towel, revealing her beautiful naked body. I then nudged her to take my place. I quickly fell to my knees and spread her legs wide. Her recently fucked pussy lips pouted slightly.

"Girl I like how you shaved your snatch," I complimented before lowering my face to her pussy. I then stuck out my tongue and began moistening her slit. A moment later I lifted my head and grabbed her mound with my hand and began strumming her clit with my thumb.