u/IndependentSecret001

My best friend Sadie had been talking about this guy for a week. He was quiet, awkward and sat near the front in their shared lecture and actually took notes because he cared about his grades. They got paired on a group project and she kept talking about him, finding reasons to bring him up, how he blushed when she leaned over his laptop, how he stammered when she asked if he wanted to review outside of class, and how he looked at her mouth when he thought she wouldn’t notice. I told her she should stop being subtle and just invite him over. She texted me that same afternoon.

He’s coming over at 8, using the project as an excuse. You’re free, right?

I was free.

I showed up at her apartment a little after seven-thirty wearing a thin white tank top and short gray shorts. The tank was light enough that the shape of my nipples showed if I got even a little cold. Sadie was already in a cropped shirt and sleep shorts that sat low on her hips. When Jeremy’s knock came, she shot me a brief look, half excited, half conspiratorial, and opened the door.

His name was Jeremy; he was in our year. The kind of body that still looked like it belonged to someone who lived in the library. He walked in with his backpack clutched in one hand and a polite, nervous smile, clearly trying to treat the meeting like an actual study session. The second he saw both of us, his ears went pink. We let him believe the project mattered for about twenty minutes.

Sadie sat next to him on the couch with the shared doc open on her laptop. I took the armchair across from them and watched. She began her seduction slowly, leaning in so that her chest bumped his arm as she pointed at the screen, laughing quietly at things that weren’t that funny, letting her knee rest against his. Every time she closed the distance between them, he seized up. The embarrassment almost exuded off of him, and I felt myself getting warm just from watching it.

When she finally turned his face toward her and kissed him, he made a soft, startled sound like he hadn’t fully believed she would. She kissed him deeper, slow and deliberate, while her hand slid up the inside of his thigh. I watched his fingers dig into the couch cushion hard enough to turn his knuckles white. When she broke the kiss his mouth was still slightly open and his glasses had slipped down his nose.

“You seem nervous, Jeremy,” she murmured against his lips.

“I… yeah.” His voice cracked. “Sorry. I just.. erm..”

“Don’t be.” Sadie glanced over at me, eyes bright with lust. “Eva doesn’t mind watching. Do you, Eva?”

“I honestly wish you guys would speed up.”

I stood and moved to the couch on his other side. The room became charged with the lust of two very horny women. I put my hand on his thigh, higher than Sadie’s had been, and felt the muscle jump under my palm. His breathing started to pick up.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” I asked quietly.

He shook his head once, quick and embarrassed. “No. I’ve never… done anything…”

The admission sent a hot, possessive pulse straight between my legs. I could feel the liquid beginning to gather between my legs. Sadie and I gave each other a look over his shoulder. 

We tore off his shirt together; his cock sprang free as we pulled down his underwear and pants. It was average length, thick enough to stretch us just right. Sadie wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slowly, from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth and his hips thrust up into her fist. I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, open-mouthed, while she worked him. When I reached down and cupped his balls, he made a little whimper that went straight to my clit.

We took our time on purpose. Sadie stroked him with a steady, deliberate rhythm until his breathing turned uneven and his stomach started to tighten. I watched the exact moment he got close, the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock swelled in her fist, and the soft, panicked sound that escaped him. She stopped immediately, squeezing him at the base while he shuddered and tried to push up into her hand. She placed her hand on his chest and held him down.

“Not yet,” she said quietly. “You don’t get to cum just because it feels good.”

He let out a shaky breath that was almost a whine. I decided that it was my turn to have a piece of this. I slid off the couch onto my knees between his thighs and licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock before sucking the head into my mouth. The taste of his precum spread over my tongue. He cursed, hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch me. I bobbed slowly, taking more of him each time, hollowing my cheeks while Sadie kissed him and pinched his nipples. I kept the pace just shy of what he needed, firm, wet, and steady until I felt him start to throb against my tongue and his hips thrust lightly. I pulled off completely and squeezed the base of his cock, denying him again. He stared at it like it hurt. I kept doing it over and over again, getting him right to the edge of with my mouth and then pulling off.

“Please,” he got out. His voice was already hoarse. “I can't take it; it feels too good!”

“That’s the point,” I said. I blew cool air over the wet head of his cock and watched him twitch. “We’re going to keep you like this.”

Sadie shifted closer and started stroking him again while I licked and sucked at his balls, slow and methodical. Every time his breathing hitched and his cock twitched in her hand, she eased off and just held him. We traded places without speaking, her mouth on him while I kissed his neck and chest, then my mouth while she whispered against his ear about how hard he was, how red the head of his cock looked, and how badly he must want to cum. He trembled underneath us as we tortured him. A steady leak of precum ran down the shaft and over our fingers and mouth. When he got close again, I took him deep and sucked hard until his whole body went rigid, then pulled off and gripped him tight at the base of his balls while he shook and gasped.

“Fuck, please, I need to cum. I really… I can’t.”

“Not yet,” Sadie murmured. “You can take more.”

We kept him there longer than we should have. I stroked him with my fist in long, twisting pulls until his hips were lifting off the couch, then stopped and made him sit with his cock dripping and untouched until the urgency faded. Sadie took him into her mouth and hummed around him until he was whimpering, then pulled off and kissed me over his lap so he could watch. Every denial left him more desperate than the last. His cock was so hard it looked almost painful, the head dark and shiny, constantly leaking. When I finally wrapped my fingers around him again, he made a broken sound like the contact alone was too much.

“You’re doing so well,” I told him, stroking slowly. “Just a little longer.”

He nodded weakly, eyes glassy behind his crooked glasses, clearly past the point of coherent begging. I edged him one more time, tight, wet strokes until he was right there, then nothing but the lightest drag of my thumb under the head while he trembled and tried not to thrust. Only when he was leaking steadily onto his stomach and his whole body was wound tight with the effort of holding back did I stand up, shove my shorts down my legs, and straddle his lap.

Sadie shifted behind him on the couch, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding him still while I took his cock in my hand and rubbed the head through my folds. I was soaked—dripping enough that it coated him immediately, the wet sound of him sliding against me unmistakable in the quiet apartment. I dragged him back and forth over my clit a few times, watching his face, before I lined him up and started to sink down. The stretch pulled a shaky moan out of both of us.

He filled me in one slow, continuous slide, thick enough that my thighs trembled as I took every inch. After all the edging, he felt impossibly hard inside me, every ridge and pulse distinct. I bottomed out and sat there fully seated on his formerly virgin cock, feeling him throb deep inside me while Sadie held him and watched over his shoulder. He looked completely winded, flushed, open-mouthed, glasses crooked, and staring at the place where we were joined like he couldn’t believe it was real. I clenched around him just to watch the way he would admire me. Once I was satisfied he was enamored with me, I began to slowly ride him up and down.

Deep, deliberate strokes at first, rising up until only the head remained inside me before sinking back down and taking every thick inch again. The wet sound of my pussy accepting him filled the room. Pussy juice ran down around his cock and onto his pelvis with every movement. Sadie kept one arm locked around his chest and slid her other hand down between us so she could rub my clit in tight circles while I fucked him. The dual sensation made me moan louder than I meant to.

“You feel so good,” I breathed, dropping down harder. “Fuck, you’re so hard from us teasing you; I can feel how bad you need it!”

He could barely form words. Every time I took him deep, he made these soft, pathetic sounds that got higher and more desperate the closer he got. After everything we’d done to him, he had almost no control left. I could feel everything, his cock swelling even thicker inside me, his hips twitching with the effort of not thrusting up, the way his whole body wound tighter and tighter under mine. Sadie kissed the side of his neck and kept rubbing my clit, her fingers slick with how wet I was getting around him.

“You want it?” she asked me, voice low and amused.

“Yeah.” I ground down on his cock, clenching my pussy hard. “I want his cum. He’s going to breed my little pussy like a good boy.”

Jeremy choked on a moan. His hands finally gripped my waist hard enough to bruise.

“Please! I can’t hold it anymore; I need to cum… please…”

“Do it,” I told him, riding him through the words. “Cum inside me.”

He broke with a helpless sound, hips jerking up as he started to pulse. Hot, thick cum flooded into me in heavy spurts, so much of it I felt every shot, the release made stronger by how long we’d kept him on edge. I moaned at the feel of it and kept moving, grinding down to take every drop. I was clenching around him like I could milk even more out of him. Sadie kept her fingers on my clit through the whole thing until I was twitching and oversensitive and dripping down him onto the couch.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Me sitting on his cock, his cum already starting to leak out around where we were and Sadie still wrapped around him from the side. Jeremy looked completely disheveled, sweaty, dazed, lips parted, staring at me like he’d just had his entire understanding of the world rearranged.

I lifted off him slowly. A thick trickle of his cum ran down my inner thigh and dripped onto his stomach. Sadie reached down, collected some of it on two fingers, and licked them clean while holding my gaze.

“Project’s going to be a little hard to focus on after this,” she said.

I laughed, still catching my breath, and looked at the mess we’d made of him, the flushed chest, the spent cock shiny with my wetness and his own cum, and the dazed expression behind his crooked glasses.

“Worth it.”

My best friend Sadie had been talking about this guy for a week. He was quiet, awkward and sat near the front in their shared lecture and actually took notes because he cared about his grades. They got paired on a group project and she kept talking about him, finding reasons to bring him up, how he blushed when she leaned over his laptop, how he stammered when she asked if he wanted to review outside of class, and how he looked at her mouth when he thought she wouldn’t notice. I told her she should stop being subtle and just invite him over. She texted me that same afternoon.

He’s coming over at 8, using the project as an excuse. You’re free, right?

I was free.

I showed up at her apartment a little after seven-thirty wearing a thin white tank top and short gray shorts. The tank was light enough that the shape of my nipples showed if I got even a little cold. Sadie was already in a cropped shirt and sleep shorts that sat low on her hips. When Jeremy’s knock came, she shot me a brief look, half excited, half conspiratorial, and opened the door.

His name was Jeremy; he was in our year. The kind of body that still looked like it belonged to someone who lived in the library. He walked in with his backpack clutched in one hand and a polite, nervous smile, clearly trying to treat the meeting like an actual study session. The second he saw both of us, his ears went pink. We let him believe the project mattered for about twenty minutes.

Sadie sat next to him on the couch with the shared doc open on her laptop. I took the armchair across from them and watched. She began her seduction slowly, leaning in so that her chest bumped his arm as she pointed at the screen, laughing quietly at things that weren’t that funny, letting her knee rest against his. Every time she closed the distance between them, he seized up. The embarrassment almost exuded off of him, and I felt myself getting warm just from watching it.

When she finally turned his face toward her and kissed him, he made a soft, startled sound like he hadn’t fully believed she would. She kissed him deeper, slow and deliberate, while her hand slid up the inside of his thigh. I watched his fingers dig into the couch cushion hard enough to turn his knuckles white. When she broke the kiss his mouth was still slightly open and his glasses had slipped down his nose.

“You seem nervous, Jeremy,” she murmured against his lips.

“I… yeah.” His voice cracked. “Sorry. I just.. erm..”

“Don’t be.” Sadie glanced over at me, eyes bright with lust. “Eva doesn’t mind watching. Do you, Eva?”

“I honestly wish you guys would speed up.”

I stood and moved to the couch on his other side. The room became charged with the lust of two very horny women. I put my hand on his thigh, higher than Sadie’s had been, and felt the muscle jump under my palm. His breathing started to pick up.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” I asked quietly.

He shook his head once, quick and embarrassed. “No. I’ve never… done anything…”

The admission sent a hot, possessive pulse straight between my legs. I could feel the liquid beginning to gather between my legs. Sadie and I gave each other a look over his shoulder. 

We tore off his shirt together; his cock sprang free as we pulled down his underwear and pants. It was average length, thick enough to stretch us just right. Sadie wrapped her fingers around him and stroked once, slowly, from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth and his hips jerked up into her fist. I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, open-mouthed, while she worked him. When I reached down and cupped his balls, he made a little whimper that went straight to my clit.

We took our time on purpose. Sadie stroked him with a steady, deliberate rhythm until his breathing turned uneven and his stomach started to tighten. I watched the exact moment he got close, the way his thighs tensed, the way his cock swelled in her fist, and the soft, panicked sound that escaped him. She stopped immediately, squeezing him at the base while he shuddered and tried to push up into her hand. She placed her hand on his chest and held him down.

“Not yet,” she said quietly. “You don’t get to cum just because it feels good.”

He let out a shaky breath that was almost a whine. I decided that it was my turn to have a piece of this. I slid off the couch onto my knees between his thighs and licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock before sucking the head into my mouth. The taste of his precum spread over my tongue. He cursed, hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch me. I bobbed slowly, taking more of him each time, hollowing my cheeks while Sadie kissed him and pinched his nipples. I kept the pace just shy of what he needed, firm, wet, and steady until I felt him start to throb against my tongue and his hips thrust lightly. I pulled off completely and squeezed the base of his cock, denying him again. He stared at it like it hurt. I kept doing it over and over again, getting him right to the edge of with my mouth and then pulling off.

“Please,” he got out. His voice was already hoarse. “I can't take it; it feels too good!”

“That’s the point,” I said. I blew cool air over the wet head of his cock and watched him twitch. “We’re going to keep you like this.”

Sadie shifted closer and started stroking him again while I licked and sucked at his balls, slow and methodical. Every time his breathing hitched and his cock jerked in her hand, she eased off and just held him. We traded places without speaking, her mouth on him while I kissed his neck and chest, then my mouth while she whispered against his ear about how hard he was, how red the head of his cock looked, and how badly he must want to cum. He trembled underneath us as we tortured him. A steady leak of precum ran down the shaft and over our fingers and mouth. When he got close again, I took him deep and sucked hard until his whole body went rigid, then pulled off and gripped him tight at the base of his balls while he shook and gasped.

“Fuck, please, I need to cum. I really… I can’t.”

“Not yet,” Sadie murmured. “You can take more.”

We kept him there longer than we should have. I stroked him with my fist in long, twisting pulls until his hips were lifting off the couch, then stopped and made him sit with his cock dripping and untouched until the urgency faded. Sadie took him into her mouth and hummed around him until he was whimpering, then pulled off and kissed me over his lap so he could watch. Every denial left him more desperate than the last. His cock was so hard it looked almost painful, the head dark and shiny, constantly leaking. When I finally wrapped my fingers around him again, he made a broken sound like the contact alone was too much.

“You’re doing so well,” I told him, stroking slowly. “Just a little longer.”

He nodded weakly, eyes glassy behind his crooked glasses, clearly past the point of coherent begging. I edged him one more time, tight, wet strokes until he was right there, then nothing but the lightest drag of my thumb under the head while he trembled and tried not to thrust. Only when he was leaking steadily onto his stomach and his whole body was wound tight with the effort of holding back did I stand up, shove my shorts down my legs, and straddle his lap.

Sadie shifted behind him on the couch, wrapping her arms around his chest and holding him still while I took his cock in my hand and rubbed the head through my folds. I was soaked—dripping enough that it coated him immediately, the wet sound of him sliding against me unmistakable in the quiet apartment. I dragged him back and forth over my clit a few times, watching his face, before I lined him up and started to sink down. The stretch pulled a shaky moan out of both of us.

He filled me in one slow, continuous slide, thick enough that my thighs trembled as I took every inch. After all the edging, he felt impossibly hard inside me, every ridge and pulse distinct. I bottomed out and sat there fully seated on his formerly virgin cock, feeling him throb deep inside me while Sadie held him and watched over his shoulder. He looked completely winded, flushed, open-mouthed, glasses crooked, and staring at the place where we were joined like he couldn’t believe it was real. I clenched around him just to watch the way he would admire me. Once I was satisfied he was enamored with me, I began to slowly ride him up and down.

Deep, deliberate strokes at first, rising up until only the head remained inside me before sinking back down and taking every thick inch again. The wet sound of my pussy accepting him filled the room. Pussy juice ran down around his cock and onto his pelvis with every movement. Sadie kept one arm locked around his chest and slid her other hand down between us so she could rub my clit in tight circles while I fucked him. The dual sensation made me moan louder than I meant to.

“You feel so good,” I breathed, dropping down harder. “Fuck, you’re so hard from us teasing you; I can feel how bad you need it!”

He could barely form words. Every time I took him deep, he made these soft, pathetic sounds that got higher and more desperate the closer he got. After everything we’d done to him, he had almost no control left. I could feel everything, his cock swelling even thicker inside me, his hips twitching with the effort of not thrusting up, the way his whole body wound tighter and tighter under mine. Sadie kissed the side of his neck and kept rubbing my clit, her fingers slick with how wet I was getting around him.

“You want it?” she asked me, voice low and amused.

“Yeah.” I ground down on his cock, clenching my pussy hard. “I want his cum. He’s going to breed my little pussy like a good boy.”

Jeremy choked on a moan. His hands finally gripped my waist hard enough to bruise.

“Please! I can’t hold it anymore; I need to cum… please…”

“Do it,” I told him, riding him through the words. “Cum inside me.”

He broke with a helpless sound, hips jerking up as he started to pulse. Hot, thick cum flooded into me in heavy spurts, so much of it I felt every shot, the release made stronger by how long we’d kept him on edge. I moaned at the feel of it and kept moving, grinding down to take every drop. I was clenching around him like I could milk even more out of him. Sadie kept her fingers on my clit through the whole thing until I was twitching and oversensitive and dripping down him onto the couch.

We stayed like that for a long moment. Me sitting on his cock, his cum already starting to leak out around where we were and Sadie still wrapped around him from the side. Jeremy looked completely disheveled, sweaty, dazed, lips parted, staring at me like he’d just had his entire understanding of the world rearranged.

I lifted off him slowly. A thick trickle of his cum ran down my inner thigh and dripped onto his stomach. Sadie reached down, collected some of it on two fingers, and licked them clean while holding my gaze.

“Project’s going to be a little hard to focus on after this,” she said.

I laughed, still catching my breath, and looked at the mess we’d made of him, the flushed chest, the spent cock shiny with my wetness and his own cum, and the dazed expression behind his crooked glasses.

“Worth it.”

My brother, his girlfriend, my brother’s friends and I were planning a low-key weekend at the lake house. However, on Saturday morning, Chloe's (my brother’s gf) car had a meltdown, and we ran out of beds when a loud snorer took over the spare bedroom. Leo, my brother's friend on the trip with us, quickly volunteered for the air mattress in the living room. It was all fine until about two a.m., when the air mattress popped.

The mattress had definitely deflated by the time I went out to check what the noise was. One minute he’d been half-asleep on his back, headphones in, phone glowing against his chest. Next thing he knew, he was sitting up, looking at the deflated lump underneath him, as if it had personally betrayed him. The living room floor was hardwood, polished and unforgiving. He was in sweats and an old band tee, the shirt riding up to show a sliver of pale stomach when he moved. 

"You alright?" I asked, leaning against the door frame in a loose tank and boy shorts. I don't wear bras to bed, so my nipple poked through the thin fabric.

He jumped a little and nodded curtly. “Yeah. It just popped randomly. Looks like I'm sleeping on the floor."

“Or you could join me on my bed,” I said, shrugging as if it were nothing. “It's wider than you think."

He looked down the hall toward my brother's room and then back at me. "You sure? You don't care?"

"I’m fine. Come on, before I change my mind and steal your side."

He climbed into bed like he was approaching a live wire. He settled on the queen mattress, the springs complaining under his weight. We started on opposite ends, knees barely touching the imaginary divider line. He began on his stomach, then rolled onto his back, his arms above his head as if he were trying to make himself smaller. I heard him breathe in and hold it for a full thirty seconds, then let it out in a long, shaky whoosh.

The room was cool from the lake breeze that slipped through the cracked window. I looked away from him and pulled the sheet up to my shoulders and closed my eyes. After twenty minutes or so, the mattress moved. Now he was rolled on his side, facing me. Our legs were intertwined somewhere around mid-thigh. His leg brushed mine, the heavy pull of his foot against my calf.

Then I felt it. A soft pressure against my inner knee, and then higher, pressing right into my thigh. His dick was stiff. It was probably about six inches and undeniably hard. With his heart beat I could feel the thickness, the slight pulsing. I moved my hip, letting him know I could feel it. His leg twitched and he squeezed his eyelids shut tighter, pretending to be asleep with me.

I smiled into my pillow, feeling the quiet heat of him through our clothes. I imagined him breathing slowly, trying not to wake me, pretending he didn't stare at my neck. I remained silent about it. Allow the tension to build and then let it fade, sleep taking me eventually.

Sunlight shattering on the lake like broken glass heralded the morning. My brother's girlfriend had taken everyone down to the water skiing rental place downtown, and Leo and I were left alone at the house while she got her coffee. We spent the day on the water. I passed the open door wearing a deep red one-piece that cut high on my hips and exposed my shoulders as he changed into swim trunks. I knew the fabric stuck when I got wet because I'd worn this particular swimsuit before. 

"You're going to freeze," he said, standing awkwardly by the dock ladder, hands in his pockets. "Lake's seventy degrees." 

I sat on the wooden planks, legs swinging over the side. The water was cool and clear. I dropped into the water and kicked slowly, letting the current carry me a few feet out, and turned back. “Come on. It won't bite.”

Gingerly he stepped in, his trunks darkening at once. He swam a clumsy but determined breast stroke, staying about three feet behind me. I floated on my back in the middle of the cove and spread my arms wide and looked up at him treading water near me. 

"You’re doing great. You’re almost swimming and not drowning."

"Thanks," he muttered, wiping water from his eyes. "Your brother said you'd laugh if I sunk."

"I wouldn’t.” I paddled in, near enough that I could have touched his shins with my knees. 

I reached over and threw water on his chest. He jerked and laughed, a quick, startled laugh. I made my move, trailing a hand down his arm to brace myself as I leaned back against his thigh. His pulse throbbed under my fingers. I let it sit, feeling the slight tremor in his muscles, watching his jaw lock when my hair slicked across his collarbone.

I loved watching him try to keep it together. By the time we climbed out, his trunks were damp with more than just lake water. He put his hands back in his pockets to hide his boner, his shoulders tense, his breath a little shallow. I said nothing. I just smiled when he caught me looking, then walked inside ahead of him, feeling his eyes track my ass through the thin fabric.

Night two hit with that heavy lake-house quiet. The air was thick and beyond the windows the cicadas droned. I lay on my bed with my phone face down, waiting, wearing an oversized shirt that covered my thighs. At ten-forty, there was a soft knock. He pushed the door open, the pillow held in front of him like a shield.

"The couch was available," he said. "But you left your door open and I was hoping to sleep in a bed... again."

I patted the bed. "lay down, I don’t bite."

He climbed in, careful once again. We were on opposite sides of each other again, but within ten minutes his knee was touching mine. Then his thigh grazed my calf. Then he turned on his side, facing me, one arm above his head like night one. I looked him, as our faces were so close they were nearly touching. I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes fell to my lips, then back up to mine. 

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey." I reached out, my fingers brushing his bottom lip. 

I didn't wait for an invitation as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. I rolled over him, straddling his hips, pushing his shirt up far enough to meet my palms to his chest. His skin was warm, damp from the night air, or the nerves. I bent and kissed him, and he breathed out softly. It wasn’t desperate or sloppy. Just slow, testing, lips slid over his. After a second he kissed me back, tentative but eager, tongue tracing my bottom lip until I opened for him.

I was the one who broke the kiss, my hands going down to unbutton his pants. 

"You've been hard all day," I murmured against his mouth. "Let me see."

He nodded, hips tilting back, and I pushed the fabric down. His cock was out, average length but thick enough to make my mouth water. I wrapped my fingers around him and felt the heat, the little tremble in his thighs. I had my suspicions about his lack of experience with women but kept quiet for now.

I bent down to take him into my mouth. He gasped, his back coming off the mattress. I took him deep, sucking in my cheeks, letting the wet heat of my mouth surround him. His cock throbbed against my tongue, the tip pulsing hard. I hummed, my throat vibrating against him. The sound had his hips bucking up, his hands fisting my hair to hold me in place. 

"Eva," he groaned, voice cracking. "It feels so good."

I pulled off and spit on his shaft, coating him in my saliva. 

"It's my favorite pastime." 
I bent down and took the head into my mouth, circling my tongue around the slit to gather the pre-cum, then took him deep again. He tasted clean, a little salty, with the sharp virgin tang on the tip. Every time my tongue touched his underside, he twitched, tight and sensitive. I worked him slowly at first, one hand holding his base, the other teasing his balls. He wasn't used to it. His hips jerked, his fingers digging into his thighs.

"Relax," I murmured against him, pulling back just enough to speak. "I've got you."

His groan was a low vibration that rattled my jaw. “Fuck. You're really..."

"Good?" I slid back down, taking him deeper this time, my throat opening around the head. 

I watched his chest rising and falling, his lips parting as I moved my head, my eyes never leaving him. I made a soft noise in my throat as he pulsed against my tongue and he let out a broken sigh. 

"I'm going to make you cum for me," I said, pulling off with a wet pop. 

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and smiled at his flushed face.  I rolled off him and lay next to him for a second and grabbed the lube from my nightstand and squeezed a generous amount on two fingers. He watched me with wide eyes. I spread my legs, slipping a finger inside myself first to wetness, then a second, curling them upwards. Then, I pushed his cock against my slit. He seemed to get even harder, throbbing in my grip. I lined him up and slowly pushed down, letting him ease into my warmth.

He gasped, his head falling back against the pillow. "Shit... Eva."

"I know," I whispered, rolling my hips, driving him deeper. 

I set a slow pace at first, letting his virgin sensitivity settle into me. His cock was just right and I liked being the one in charge. I liked how eager he was, how he kept trying to thrust and couldn't find the rhythm until I set it for him. I wrapped a hand around him and used it to guide the angle, feeling every ridge slip through my walls.

“You’re so tight,” he breathed, his hands finding my hips now, thumbs digging into my skin. "God, you feel amazing."

"Keep talking," I said, moving faster. My breasts bounced against his chest with every roll of my hips. I crouched down, taking a little nibble of his collarbone as I drove into him. He panted, eyes squeezed shut, then fluttered open to watch me take every inch. 

"Look at me."

He obeyed with parted lips and glassy eyes. 

"That's it. Take it."

I shifted myself on top of him, hooking my legs over his thighs. It let me go deeper, my pussy clamping down on him with every stroke down. One hand on his chest, the other sliding down to wrap around his cock again, stroking in time with my thrusts. 

"You're doing so good," I whispered, leaning forward until our foreheads touched.

He groaned as his hips rose to meet mine. "I've never felt... it's so deep. You're so wet."

"I've been wet since the dock," I said, kissing him softly before pulling away to fuck him harder. 

Every thrust made my pussy clench around him, wet sounds filling the silent room. The bed creaked softly in the corner. I could hear the wet, loud slap of our skin. I liked the way he pulsed inside me, the way my walls milked him as I rode him. 

"Gonna cum," he whispered, voice breaking. "Eva, I'm gonna—" 

"Do it," I said, taking his wrist and pressing his hand between my breasts. 

He choked out a moan, his hips jerking as he came into my fist, thick ropes coating my palm. And I kept going. I rode his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch and throb inside me, milking myself dry with each spasm. His orgasm was powerful and I let him all the way in as my own back arched, pussy tightening around him in tight, rhythmic waves. I came quietly at first, then a sharp gasp escaped as he bottomed out, making me arch as I rode it.

For a long minute, we remained in that position, sweat cooling our skin and our chests heaving. He pulled out slowly with a soft squelch. I rolled onto my side, pulling him down on top of me. His arm around my waist, his face in the crook of my neck. I traced idle patterns on his back, feeling his heartbeat slow beneath my palm. 

"You're not mad," he whispered after a while. 

"Mad?" I kissed his shoulder. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

He chuckled softly and cuddled in a little more. "Yeah? “Even if I sucked?”

“I was coaching you all along."

I raised my chin to look him in the eyes. He smiled, a little but real, and kissed me again. This time, no hurry, deeper, slower, warmth. We lay there a while listening to the lake water lap against the shore. His arm was heavy on my waist and I put my hand on his chest, his heart rate finally slowing down. I preferred him that way. Not so shy. More alert.

"Can we stay this way?" he asked. 

"For now," I said. 

I shut my eyes, but not for sleep. Just to savor the sensation of his body against mine, knowing that the bed was unquestionably ours and for once I wasn't in a hurry to see what tomorrow would bring.

Any college student knows finals time is stressful. At the time this story happened I was barely hanging on to a B in my class and freaking out that one more drop is gonna drop my GPA below 4.0. I needed to be saved and my roommate gave me her boyfriend. He was always around our dorm anyway might as well take advantage? Jenny liked big, solid guys, the buff guys with more muscle. Yet, he was also a nerd. He’d gotten an A in the class I was taking. Perfect for what I needed. He was painfully shy, blushing and mumbling, his eyes dropping to the floor whenever anyone spoke to him. He looked like a virgin, but I knew he and Jenny fucked like bunnies.

I found him in the common study room on a Tuesday afternoon. He’d surrounded himself with highlighters and printed lecture slides, his glasses askew I sat across from him at the table.. 

“Hey,” I said and leaned forward. My tank top was thin cotton, no bra, nipples already pebbling from the AC. I lowered the neckline just enough to reveal the swell of my chest. "You were in this economics class I'm taking last semester, right? 

He looked up, adjusted his glasses. “Yeah. “Why?”

“I’m failing it.” I bit my lip, a little white lie wouldn't hurt. "Can you help me out? I’ll get you a coffee. Or whatever you want.” 

His cheeks went pink. “Yeah. When?” 

“Right now,” I said. "If you come back to my place. "

He shut his laptop with a gentle click. “Yeah. Okay.”

I took him back to our dorm. We were left alone because Jenny had already left for a late study group. I threw my keys on the desk and headed to the bathroom to change. I came out wearing a cropped white t-shirt and big gray sweatpants that hung low on my hips. I didn't wear any underwear. The cool air hit my pussy straight away and I shivered. I could feel the warm slickness pooling between my legs already, just from the anticipation. 

I never wear underwear unless I have to. The freedom makes me feel wet and good and I was already soaked around Liam. 

He sat on the edge of my bed, his knees bouncing nervously. 

I patted the mattress next to him. “Open your computer. Start with supply and demand curves." 

He moved over to start tutoring me. Drawing graphs on his notepad, he began to explain marginal utility. I rested against the headboard, legs spread wide beneath my sweatpants so he could see the dark outline of my pussy through the thin fabric. Every time he pointed at a graph his elbow jabbed my shoulder. I kept “dropping” my pen, bending over slowly to pick it up off the floor, letting my ass rise just enough for him to get a whiff of my natural scent. My clit was already swollen, a bead of wetness trickling down my inner thigh. 

"You're distracted," he said, lowering his voice half an octave. 

I glanced up through my lashes. “Am I? Or are you?” 

He coughed and pushed his glasses up. “Your breathing is loud.” 

I giggled, leaning in closer, my knee pressed hard against his thigh. His hand slowly moved from the notepad to rest on my knee as he continued to talk about elasticity. His thumb traced small circles over my sweats. Heat went straight to my core. The sweatpants were already drenched, with a dark patch forming directly between my legs. 
“Liam,” I exhaled. “Come here.” He pressed closer until his chest touched my shoulder. His shirt was warm against my palm. I could feel his heartbeat. 

“Like this?” he said. 

“Great.” I turned my head, my lips grazing his jawline. 

His skin was warm and smelled of cedar soap and old paper. I ran my fingers along the line of his neck. He shuddered. 

"You're so wet." He murmured, feeling the wetness of the fabric against his thigh. 

“Yeah”, I said softly. “For you.”

He set down his laptop. His fingers moved up my knee, slipping under my sweatpants waistband. My inner thigh was warm and tender. He slid his knuckles up, past my pussy lips, until his fingertips brushed the swollen hood of my clit. I gasped, thrusting my hips. I caught him around the neck and drew him down. Our mouths collided in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me while his hand worked my pussy open. He pushed two fingers inside me, no hesitation in I was so slick that he just slipped right in. He curled them up, pushing at that sweet spot deep inside. I moaned into his mouth, arched off the mattress.

 "More," I commanded. 

He closed his third finger, opened me up. His thumb found my clit and started to rub slow, firm circles. My pussy clenched around his fingers, milking him out. I could feel his cock jump against his hip through his jeans. 

Breaking the kiss, I gasped, "Take them out. I have to feel you.” 

I shoved him back into the pillows, straddling his hips. My sweats slid down my thighs. Underneath I was completely naked, pussy glistening in the dim light of the room. He looked up at me, eyes wide open and dark.

I reached down, wrapping my hand around his cock through his jeans. It was thick and heavy and already oozing precum. He groaned, driving his hips up into my palm. 

"Please." His voice was gruff. "Jenny and I haven't fucked all week." 

I grinned, undoing his jeans and sliding them down with his boxers. His cock popped free, six inches of thick, veiny flesh. I crouched down and licked the cleft, tasting his salty muskiness. 

He said, “Fuck, Eva.” 

I wasn't patient. I took him in my mouth, lips tight around the base, sucking slowly. I bobbed harder, slurping loud, spit running down his shaft to his balls. I was gushing now, girl-cum running down my thighs in warm trails. The damp sweatpants stuck to my folds as I knelt between his legs. I sat up, took his wrists and pinned them over his head. 

Not wanting to be outdone, he turned me over onto my back and got on top of me. My knees were outside his legs. He positioned himself, one hand on my hip, the other around his shaft to guide it into my folds. I was so wet he hardly had to push to get inside me. The first inch spread me wide, hot and thick. He hit bottom and I gasped. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're incredibly creamy." 

His movements were fast and hard, his hips slamming against mine.The bed frame squeaked in rhythm with our breathing. His cock dragged against my walls, hitting that spot deep inside me with every pull. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his skin, my legs locking behind his back to pull him deeper. He grunted, sped up, his balls slapping against my ass. 

He gasped, "Jenny's going to be back any minute," but he didn't slow down. 

He seemed to be attempting to break through something as he drove into me. I matched him, taking every thrust, hips rolling up to meet his cock. My pussy clenched around him slick and tight, taking him whole. The dorm radiator clicked on behind us, drowning out the wet, filthy squelching sounds as he worked me open. 

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, voice strained. "Look at you. Dripping all over my balls. So damn creamy.” 

I laughed breathlessly, my head thrown back on the pillows. “Then fill me up. Pump it into my sloppy cunt while she’s in study hall."

He growled, hand sliding down to grip my hip harder, fingers digging in as he hit bottom and stayed there a second. I felt him throb there, already swelling thicker. His cock was heavy and deep, pulsating against my deepest parts. He began thrusting again, slower this time, pulling his length out till the head just cleared me and then slamming back in. It was an electric friction. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every stroke, sharp jolts going straight to my core. He shifted his grip, one hand moving from my hip to encircle my throat, his thumb resting lightly against my pulse. The other one fell between us, fingers pressing hard over my clit as he pistoned into me. 

I arched my back off the mattress and hissed, “Fuck, yes.” 

His rhythm turned punishing, every thrust sliding his cockhead along my inner walls, stretching me wide and then pulling out just enough to let air rush in before slamming back home. The wet sounds increased. I could feel each vein on his cock raking my insides, my juices coating him so well that he moved with a slick, heavy drag. 

I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. “Take it all, Pound it deep."

He drove deeper, his grip tightening on my throat a little, finding that sweet spot again and again until my vision blurred at the edges. Our slick skin of sweat, our bodies sliding against each other with every thrust. The springs of the mattress protested, but we didn't care. I was completely undone, milking him with each contraction as my pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock like a vise. 

“Gonna cum.” Liam warned, voice cracking. His hips faltered, breaking from the perfect rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. "I'll fill you up." 

“Do it,” I pled, pushing hard, arching up to meet his downward slam. “Fill me up.” 

He groaned loud, hips slamming up one last time, holding deep inside of me. His cock got fatter, veins bulging against his skin, then he was coming. Thick hot ropes poured into my pussy, spurt after spurt until it was pushing back out around his shaft in creamy white globs. I tightened around him, milking every last drop, my own orgasm ripping through me from the sensation of being so full and claimed. My walls throbbed as his cum mixed with my juices, running in sloppy trails down my inner thighs. His load was so amazingly warm, so deep and heavy inside me, making my belly feel so full and satisfied in the filthiest way.

Any college student knows finals time is stressful. At the time this story happened I was barely hanging on to a B in my class and freaking out that one more drop is gonna drop my GPA below 4.0. I needed to be saved and my roommate gave me her boyfriend. He was always around our dorm anyway might as well take advantage? Jenny liked big, solid guys, the buff guys with more muscle. Yet, he was also a nerd. He’d gotten an A in the class I was taking. Perfect for what I needed. He was painfully shy, blushing and mumbling, his eyes dropping to the floor whenever anyone spoke to him. He looked like a virgin, but I knew he and Jenny fucked like bunnies.

I found him in the common study room on a Tuesday afternoon. He’d surrounded himself with highlighters and printed lecture slides, his glasses askew I sat across from him at the table.. 

“Hey,” I said and leaned forward. My tank top was thin cotton, no bra, nipples already pebbling from the AC. I lowered the neckline just enough to reveal the swell of my chest.

"You were in this economics class I'm taking last semester, right? 

He looked up, adjusted his glasses. “Yeah. “Why?”

“I’m failing it.” I bit my lip, a little white lie wouldn't hurt. "Can you help me out? I’ll get you a coffee. Or whatever you want.” 

His cheeks went pink. “Yeah. When?” 

“Right now,” I said. "If you come back to my place. "

He shut his laptop with a gentle click. “Yeah. Okay.”

I took him back to our dorm. We were left alone because Jenny had already left for a late study group. I threw my keys on the desk and headed to the bathroom to change. I came out wearing a cropped white t-shirt and big gray sweatpants that hung low on my hips. I didn't wear any underwear. The cool air hit my pussy straight away and I shivered. I could feel the warm slickness pooling between my legs already, just from the anticipation. 

I never wear underwear unless I have to. The freedom makes me feel wet and good and I was already soaked around Liam. 

He sat on the edge of my bed, his knees bouncing nervously. 

I patted the mattress next to him. “Open your computer. Start with supply and demand curves." 

He moved over to start tutoring me. Drawing graphs on his notepad, he began to explain marginal utility. I rested against the headboard, legs spread wide beneath my sweatpants so he could see the dark outline of my pussy through the thin fabric. Every time he pointed at a graph his elbow jabbed my shoulder. I kept “dropping” my pen, bending over slowly to pick it up off the floor, letting my ass rise just enough for him to get a whiff of my natural scent. My clit was already swollen, a bead of wetness trickling down my inner thigh. 

"You're distracted," he said, lowering his voice half an octave. 

I glanced up through my lashes. “Am I? Or are you?” 

He coughed and pushed his glasses up. “Your breathing is loud.” 

I giggled, leaning in closer, my knee pressed hard against his thigh. His hand slowly moved from the notepad to rest on my knee as he continued to talk about elasticity. His thumb traced small circles over my sweats. Heat went straight to my core. The sweatpants were already drenched, with a dark patch forming directly between my legs. 
“Liam,” I exhaled. “Come here.” He pressed closer until his chest touched my shoulder. His shirt was warm against my palm. I could feel his heartbeat. 

“Like this?” he said. 

“Great.” I turned my head, my lips grazing his jawline. 

His skin was warm and smelled of cedar soap and old paper. I ran my fingers along the line of his neck. He shuddered. 

"You're so wet." He murmured, feeling the wetness of the fabric against his thigh. 

“Yeah”, I said softly. “For you.”

He set down his laptop. His fingers moved up my knee, slipping under my sweatpants waistband. My inner thigh was warm and tender. He slid his knuckles up, past my pussy lips, until his fingertips brushed the swollen hood of my clit. I gasped, thrusting my hips. I caught him around the neck and drew him down. Our mouths collided in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me while his hand worked my pussy open. He pushed two fingers inside me, no hesitation in I was so slick that he just slipped right in. He curled them up, pushing at that sweet spot deep inside. I moaned into his mouth, arched off the mattress.

 "More," I commanded. 

He closed his third finger, opened me up. His thumb found my clit and started to rub slow, firm circles. My pussy clenched around his fingers, milking him out. I could feel his cock jump against his hip through his jeans. 

Breaking the kiss, I gasped, "Take them out. I have to feel you.” 

With a wet pop he jerked his hand loose. I shoved him back into the pillows, straddling his hips. My sweats slid down my thighs. Underneath I was completely naked, pussy glistening in the dim light of the room. He looked up at me, eyes wide open and dark.

I reached down, wrapping my hand around his cock through his jeans. It was thick and heavy and already oozing precum. He groaned, driving his hips up into my palm. 

"Please." His voice was gruff. "Jenny and I haven't fucked all week." 

I grinned, undoing his jeans and sliding them down with his boxers. His cock popped free, six inches of thick, veiny flesh. I crouched down and licked the cleft, tasting his salty muskiness. 

He said, “Fuck, Eva.” 

I wasn't patient. I took him in my mouth, lips tight around the base, sucking slowly. I bobbed harder, slurping loud, spit running down his shaft to his balls. I was gushing now, girl-cum running down my thighs in warm trails. The damp sweatpants stuck to my folds as I knelt between his legs. I sat up, took his wrists and pinned them over his head. 

Not wanting to be outdone, he turned me over onto my back and got on top of me. My knees were outside his legs. He positioned himself, one hand on my hip, the other around his shaft to guide it into my folds. I was so wet he hardly had to push to get inside me. The first inch spread me wide, hot and thick. He hit bottom and I gasped. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine. "You're incredibly creamy." 

His movements were fast and hard, his hips slamming against mine.The bed frame squeaked in rhythm with our breathing. His cock dragged against my walls, hitting that spot deep inside me with every pull. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his skin, my legs locking behind his back to pull him deeper. He grunted, sped up, his balls slapping against my ass. 

He gasped, "Jenny's going to be back any minute," but he didn't slow down. 

He seemed to be attempting to break through something as he drove into me. I matched him, taking every thrust, hips rolling up to meet his cock. My pussy clenched around him slick and tight, taking him whole. The dorm radiator clicked on behind us, drowning out the wet, filthy squelching sounds as he worked me open. 

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, voice strained. "Look at you. Dripping all over my balls. So damn creamy.” 

I laughed breathlessly, my head thrown back on the pillows. “Then fill me up. Pump it into my sloppy cunt while she’s in study hall."

He growled, hand sliding down to grip my hip harder, fingers digging in as he hit bottom and stayed there a second. I felt him throb there, already swelling thicker. His cock was heavy and deep, pulsating against my deepest parts. He began thrusting again, slower this time, pulling his length out till the head just cleared me and then slamming back in. It was an electric friction. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every stroke, sharp jolts going straight to my core. He shifted his grip, one hand moving from my hip to encircle my throat, his thumb resting lightly against my pulse. The other one fell between us, fingers pressing hard over my clit as he pistoned into me. 

I arched my back off the mattress and hissed, “Fuck, yes.” 

His rhythm turned punishing, every thrust sliding his cockhead along my inner walls, stretching me wide and then pulling out just enough to let air rush in before slamming back home. The wet sounds increased. I could feel each vein on his cock raking my insides, my juices coating him so well that he moved with a slick, heavy drag. 

I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. “Take it all, Pound it deep."

He drove deeper, his grip tightening on my throat a little, finding that sweet spot again and again until my vision blurred at the edges. Our slick skin of sweat, our bodies sliding against each other with every thrust. The springs of the mattress protested, but we didn't care. I was completely undone, milking him with each contraction as my pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock like a vise. 

“Gonna cum.” Liam warned, voice cracking. His hips faltered, breaking from the perfect rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. "I'll fill you up." 

“Do it,” I pled, pushing hard, arching up to meet his downward slam. “Fill me up.” 

He groaned loud, hips slamming up one last time, holding deep inside of me. His cock got fatter, veins bulging against his skin, then he was coming. Thick hot ropes poured into my pussy, spurt after spurt until it was pushing back out around his shaft in creamy white globs. I tightened around him, milking every last drop, my own orgasm ripping through me from the sensation of being so full and claimed. My walls throbbed as his cum mixed with my juices, running in sloppy trails down my inner thighs. His load was so amazingly warm, so deep and heavy inside me, making my belly feel so full and satisfied in the filthiest way.

(18 at the time of the story)

During the summer between my senior year and my freshman year of college my brother (20m) was trying to get with one of my teammates (18f) relentlessly. I decided to help him out and bring her over to the house a few times and he ended up succeeding in getting her number. From there, they went out a few times and eventually ended up hanging out at our house as a couple. I tended to vacate when my brother would tell me she was coming over for obvious reasons.

That was until one night.

My brother and teammate were hanging out on the couch when I came through the door from hanging out with a different teammate for the day. They invited me to hang out and watch a movie, and we did, but there were some spicy sex scenes in the movie that clearly got those two going in the right direction for the night. The movie ended and they claimed they were going to bed (it was like 9), I knew it was bullshit but laughed and said okay.

After they left I decided it was time to go to bed (I’m literally a grandma, I actually wanted to go to sleep).

Now, my room and my brother’s are right next to one another, his bed is up against the wall to my room, and my bed is on the wall facing his. The walls are very thin, you can basically hear everything. Horrible design, but it’s what it is.

Now once I got naked and into bed, I rolled over to try to sleep, but I heard squeaking and movement from the other side of the wall. Fuck.

Eventually there was some giggling and I could hear muffled male moans and slurping… my brother was getting head from my teammate! I started to feel my pussy moisten, it was quite a turn on thinking of my teammate giving head in the next room.

My hand slithered down to my clitoris and began rubbing the engorged head ever so slightly in a circular motion, I let out a little moan. I quickly covered my face with a pillow and moved my other hand to pinch my nipple, another little moan and sigh of pleasure came from me as I listened to the muffled noises from the other room.

Things in the other room began to escalate and soon the squeaking of the bed and tell-tale signs of sex had begun. I heard her moaning, and could make out that she ‘loved fucking his big cock’. She was probably cowgirl- my hand began to speed up, flicking across my engorged clitoris with passion as I heard their moans. Eventually, it wasn’t enough and I got out my only dildo at the time, and shoved it into me with abandon. I took my pillow off my head and began moaning loudly, where they could surely hear.

Soon enough, the sex across the wall got rougher, I heard "Get in doggy you horny bitch" and the female moans came closer to my wall, we were almost trying to out-moan on another. She was moaning his name and begging for it rough and I was just moaning out loud from the pleasure I was receiving from a nice thick cock fucking me, dildo or otherwise. My other hand went to my clitoris to continue pleasuring it and bring me to a quicker orgasm.

Her moans began to crescendo, and I heard a flopping sound (her possibly going into prone bone) and then more skin sounds of sex, I eventually heard a moan from a male; his climax, and with it she went "Yes daddy please give it to me." Or something of that nature.

The thought of my teammate of four years getting creampied in the next room made my hips arch in to the air and I let out several squeaks, the build up caused me to squirt softly, nothing like you see in porn, but just a small pool of liquid formed and stained the sheets under me as I orgasmed. When my climax subsided I could barely breathe, and across the wall the sounds of sex were no more.

His name was Alex, eighteen years old, tall and kinda lanky but with these broad shoulders that filled out his hoodies, messy brown hair, and the shyest fucking smile that made my pussy throb the second I saw him. He was a freshman. We met at this crowded house party last month. I was already buzzing from a couple drinks, wearing my usual casual outfit: tiny black crop top with no bra so my nipples poked like diamonds from the AC, and the shortest denim skirt I could get away with, no panties so the cool air kept kissing my bare lips every time I moved. I was trying to get laid that night after all.

I spotted him standing awkwardly by the kitchen, nursing a beer like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. I grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor before he could overthink it. The bass was thumping and I pressed my ass right back into him, grinding slow and dirty. His hands started innocent on my hips. Then they weren’t.

He got bolder, sliding one up under my crop top to squeeze my tit, thumb brushing my hard nipple while the other hand cupped my ass cheek, fingers dipping dangerously close to my dripping slit. I could feel his cock thickening against me through his pants, thick and hard, pulsing every time I rolled my hips.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispered in my ear, voice shaky like he couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud.

His fingers brushed my bare pussy from behind for just a second, feeling how slick I already was, and I moaned into the music, pushing back harder. My wetness was already trailing down my inner thighs, making them shiny. I turned around, kissed him sloppy and deep, tongues tangling while his hands roamed everywhere, groping my tits hard enough to make me gasp, squeezing my ass, one finger even slipping between my folds for a quick tease that left me clenching and aching.

“Oh god, keep touching me like that,” I breathed against his mouth, my voice all husky and needy. “Your strong hands feel so fucking good on my little body.”

The thrill of it shot straight to my core. My pussy throbbed with heat and power. I loved how this shy boy was losing control on a crowded dance floor, how his touch made my slick drip faster, warm and messy down my legs while the music hid my soft whimpers. Every squeeze of his hands sent sparks through me. My nipples tingled under his palms and my clit pulsed against his thigh. I was so turned on I could smell my own musky scent mixing with the party sweat, but the night ended too soon. Someone spilled a drink on us and he pulled back all blushing and mumbling.

“I… I should go,” he stammered.

No invite back to his place. No quick fuck in a bathroom.

I went home that night fingering myself raw to the memory of his hands on me, my pussy gushing all over my sheets, frustrated as hell but loving the slow burn.

We didn’t hook up right away. Turns out we both ended up in the same English lit class the next week, front row because I always sit where I can cause trouble. I spotted him two seats over and grinned. He went bright red when he saw me. From then on it was pure torture for both of us.

First week I showed up in a thin white tank top, nipples stiff and obvious, and a pleated skirt so short that when I crossed my legs he could probably see my smooth bare lips if he glanced down. I accidentally dropped my pen during lecture and bent over slow, ass up, feeling the air hit my dripping pussy. When I sat back up my inner thighs were already shiny with fresh pussy juices.

He stared hard. Then looked away fast, shifting in his seat like his cock was straining. I loved it. After class we started hanging out, coffee, study sessions in the library, movie nights in his dorm, but nothing more. I teased him mercilessly. I’d sit across from him in the library with my legs spread just enough that my skirt rode up, bare pussy on full display if he dared look. I’d lean over to point at his notes, my tank top gaping so my tits nearly spilled out, nipples brushing his arm. Once I accidentally brushed my slick thigh against his hand under the table, leaving a wet streak on his skin.

“Sorry,” I’d whisper, biting my lip, but my pussy would clench and drip even more, soaking the chair beneath me.

I could smell my own musky arousal mixing with the old books. He’d blush crimson, voice cracking when he tried to talk about Shakespeare.

“Eva… you’re killing me,” he muttered once, eyes flicking down to the wet spot on my skirt before he forced them back up.

But he never made a move. Just hung out like a perfect gentleman while I went home every time and fingered myself thinking about him, cumming hard while imagining his shy hands finally grabbing me.

It drove me insane. Weeks of this, constant teasing, my pussy leaking down my thighs during every hangout, dark wet spots on my skirts that I knew he noticed. I’d wear even sluttier outfits to his dorm: cropped hoodies with nothing underneath, skirts so short my ass cheeks peeked out. We’d watch movies on his bed, my bare pussy inches from his hand, and he’d just sit there. Polite. Hard. Frustrated. I was obsessed with the power, but my pussy ached for more.

Then on one particular Friday it finally snapped.

We were in his dorm watching some dumb horror movie, lights off, me in just an oversized t-shirt with no panties (though he probably thought I was wearing shorts) and him in basketball shorts. I’d been teasing all night, leaning against him so my hard nipples pressed into his arm, accidentally letting my hand brush his thigh higher and higher until I felt his cock twitching. My pussy was already dripping, my girl-cum coating my inner thighs and probably the sheets under me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I expected, veiny and already leaking precum. He gasped but didn’t stop me.

“Eva… what are you doing?” he breathed, voice shaky. I pulled it out, stroked him slow, then dropped down and took him in my mouth.

God, he tasted so good, salty, musky cock. I sucked him deep, slurping loud, spit dripping down his shaft while my tongue swirled the head. His hands shook in my hair, hips twitching. I bobbed faster, taking him deeper until I gagged, throat squeezing tight around him, eyes watering as thick strings of spit ran down to his balls.

My own pussy was gushing now, wetness running down my legs in warm trails, the ache between my thighs turning into this desperate throbbing heat that made me moan around his cock. Every time he twitched in my mouth I felt a fresh rush of juice leak out of me. The power of having this boy on the edge made my clit pulse so hard I could barely breathe. I loved how his cock pulsed on my tongue, how his quiet moans turned into shaky gasps, how my spit and his precum mixed into a messy, slippery mess coating my chin.

“Fuck, Eva, that feels so good,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m… I’m not gonna last.”

I bobbed faster, gagging myself harder, throat squeezing him, spit pooling on the sheets. My own pussy was gushing now, wetness running down my legs in warm trails.

Then he pulled me off gently, breathing hard. “Wait. I have to tell you something.” His face was bright red. “I’m… I’m a virgin.”

I grinned, pussy clenching hard at the confession, I have a way of finding them. Though, I was entirely surprised he was one of them.

“Good,” I whispered, climbing up to straddle him. “Then let me take care of you, baby.”

I teased him first, rubbing my dripping slit along his cock, coating him in my girl-cum, letting my clit grind against his head until he was whimpering.

“Feel how wet you make me?” I moaned, my juices making obscene wet sounds every time I slid over him.

The head of his cock nudged my entrance over and over, spreading my lips, teasing my clit until my thighs trembled and fresh slick poured out of me. My whole body felt electric. Every slow grind sent waves of heat through my pussy, making it clench and leak even more. I could feel how hard he was, how desperately he wanted to thrust up, but he let me control it. That power rush made me dizzy with need. My nipples ached, my clit throbbed, and my pussy felt so empty it almost hurt.

I finally sank down. His thick cock stretched my tight pussy with a loud squelch, filling me completely. I rode him slow at first, my little tits bouncing under the t-shirt, nipples hard as fuck. Then harder, my big ass slapping his thighs, bed creaking, my pussy creaming all over his shaft.

“Fuck, Alex, you feel so good,” I gasped, rubbing my clit while I bounced.

Every downward stroke sent his cock dragging along my walls, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made sparks explode behind my eyes. My pussy gripped him so tight I could feel every vein, every twitch. The wet sounds were filthy, squelch after squelch as my slick coated his balls and ran down in shiny trails. I felt so full, so stretched, so completely owned by this boy who had been too shy to touch me for weeks. My clit rubbed against his base with every grind and the pressure built fast. Heat flooded my belly. My thighs shook.

I was so close but I wanted him to feel it first. I slammed down harder, rolling my hips, letting my pussy milk him until he groaned loud and his cock swelled inside me.

“I’m gonna…” he warned, but I kept riding, slamming down until he exploded.

His hot cum flooded my pussy in thick spurts, filling me up so fast I could feel it already pushing back out around his cock. The warmth spread deep inside me, pulse after pulse, and it felt incredible. My pussy fluttered and contracted around him, milking every drop while my own cum mixed with his load and leaked out in messy globs.

That’s when it hit me. “Shit,” I panted, still grinding slow on his twitching dick. “I… I forgot my birth control this week.”

His eyes widened, but he didn’t pull out. If anything, his cock twitched harder inside me, like the risk turned him on.

“You’re… you’re not on it?” he asked, voice rough, nervous.

I bit my lip, pussy clenching around his cum-filled cock.

“Nope,” I moaned, leaning down to kiss him.

“But I don’t care right now. Please, Alex… put a baby in me. I want it so bad.”

I started riding him again as he hardened once more, slow and deep, feeling his cum slosh inside me.

“I’m your little slut. Make me your baby momma with that virgin cock. Breed me, daddy. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum for days. Please… I need you to knock me up right now.”

He groaned like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear it, flipped me onto my back right there, still hard, and slammed back in. The wet squelch of his cum and my slick was obscene. He pounded me deep, missionary, my legs wrapped around him while my tits bounced wild.

“You’re gonna leak my cum all night,” he growled, first time he’d ever sounded that dominant, and it made me cum hard, pussy spasming and milking another load out of him.

Every thrust pushed his first load deeper, then forced more fresh cum out around his cock. It ran down my ass crack in warm, creamy rivers. The sheets grew soaked beneath me. I felt so full, so used, so slutty. My pussy kept clenching, drawing him deeper, loving the messy, slippery slide of his cum-lubed cock. The risk of him breeding me made everything hotter. My clit throbbed. My whole body shook with each slam.

“Yes, baby, just like that!” I begged, nails digging into his back. “Put a baby in your little slut. Make me your pregnant baby momma. I want every drop of your virgin cum deep inside me!”

I came again, harder this time, walls fluttering around him while he groaned and flooded me a second time, thick ropes painting my insides until I was overflowing.

I pulled him close after I came and whispered “I’m ovulating, baby”

He pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my stomach, yank my hips up, and rail me doggy style. His hands gripped my ass hard, spreading my cheeks so he could watch his cum leak out of my stretched pussy with every thrust. The angle let him hit even deeper. His balls slapped my clit. The wet sounds were nonstop, obscene squelching mixed with the slap of skin. Cum from the first two loads poured out in thick white globs, running down my thighs in shiny rivers, dripping onto the sheets in puddles. I felt every inch of him stretching me, claiming me, pushing his seed deeper. My pussy was so sensitive now, every stroke sent electric pleasure through me. I pushed back against him, moaning like a whore.

“Harder, Alex! Breed your slut! Make me your baby momma!” I cried out, voice cracking with need. “I’m yours… knock me up with that big virgin cock!”

The fullness was overwhelming. The heat of his cum inside me made my belly feel warm and heavy. I came again, squirting slick around his cock, soaking his thighs while he roared and gave me a third load, pumping me so full I could feel it pressing against my cervix.

By the end I was on my back again, legs spread wide, his cum pouring out of me in thick white globs mixed with my own.

It ran down my ass crack, pooling on the sheets, leaking everywhere while I rubbed my swollen clit and came one last time. My inner thighs were shiny with it, my pussy lips puffy and creamy, possibly bred after three loads with no protection. The mess felt so good, so filthy, so right. My pussy still fluttered with aftershocks, leaking his cum in slow pulses while I lay there trembling. My legs literally vibrating from the eroticism of what had just occurred.

We collapsed, panting, room stinking of sex and my musky wetness. He pulled me close, still half-hard against my leaking slit, and whispered, “We’re doing this again tomorrow, right?”

Tomorrow did have to wait, and the morning after pill was my first stop the next morning hehe.

His name was Alex, eighteen years old, tall and kinda lanky but with these broad shoulders that filled out his hoodies, messy brown hair, and the shyest fucking smile that made my pussy throb the second I saw him. He was a freshman. We met at this crowded house party last month. I was already buzzing from a couple drinks, wearing my usual casual outfit: tiny black crop top with no bra so my nipples poked like diamonds from the AC, and the shortest denim skirt I could get away with, no panties so the cool air kept kissing my bare lips every time I moved. I was trying to get laid that night after all.

I spotted him standing awkwardly by the kitchen, nursing a beer like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. I grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor before he could overthink it. The bass was thumping and I pressed my ass right back into him, grinding slow and dirty. His hands started innocent on my hips. Then they weren’t.

He got bolder, sliding one up under my crop top to squeeze my tit, thumb brushing my hard nipple while the other hand cupped my ass cheek, fingers dipping dangerously close to my dripping slit. I could feel his cock thickening against me through his pants, thick and hard, pulsing every time I rolled my hips.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he whispered in my ear, voice shaky like he couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud.

His fingers brushed my bare pussy from behind for just a second, feeling how slick I already was, and I moaned into the music, pushing back harder. My wetness was already trailing down my inner thighs, making them shiny. I turned around, kissed him sloppy and deep, tongues tangling while his hands roamed everywhere, groping my tits hard enough to make me gasp, squeezing my ass, one finger even slipping between my folds for a quick tease that left me clenching and aching.

“Oh god, keep touching me like that,” I breathed against his mouth, my voice all husky and needy. “Your strong hands feel so fucking good on my little body.”

The thrill of it shot straight to my core. My pussy throbbed with heat and power. I loved how this shy boy was losing control on a crowded dance floor, how his touch made my slick drip faster, warm and messy down my legs while the music hid my soft whimpers. Every squeeze of his hands sent sparks through me. My nipples tingled under his palms and my clit pulsed against his thigh. I was so turned on I could smell my own musky scent mixing with the party sweat, but the night ended too soon. Someone spilled a drink on us and he pulled back all blushing and mumbling.

“I… I should go,” he stammered.

No invite back to his place. No quick fuck in a bathroom.

I went home that night fingering myself raw to the memory of his hands on me, my pussy gushing all over my sheets, frustrated as hell but loving the slow burn.

We didn’t hook up right away. Turns out we both ended up in the same English lit class the next week, front row because I always sit where I can cause trouble. I spotted him two seats over and grinned. He went bright red when he saw me. From then on it was pure torture for both of us.

First week I showed up in a thin white tank top, nipples stiff and obvious, and a pleated skirt so short that when I crossed my legs he could probably see my smooth bare lips if he glanced down. I accidentally dropped my pen during lecture and bent over slow, ass up, feeling the air hit my dripping pussy. When I sat back up my inner thighs were already shiny with fresh pussy juices.

He stared hard. Then looked away fast, shifting in his seat like his cock was straining. I loved it. After class we started hanging out, coffee, study sessions in the library, movie nights in his dorm, but nothing more. I teased him mercilessly. I’d sit across from him in the library with my legs spread just enough that my skirt rode up, bare pussy on full display if he dared look. I’d lean over to point at his notes, my tank top gaping so my tits nearly spilled out, nipples brushing his arm. Once I accidentally brushed my slick thigh against his hand under the table, leaving a wet streak on his skin.

“Sorry,” I’d whisper, biting my lip, but my pussy would clench and drip even more, soaking the chair beneath me.

I could smell my own musky arousal mixing with the old books. He’d blush crimson, voice cracking when he tried to talk about Shakespeare.

“Eva… you’re killing me,” he muttered once, eyes flicking down to the wet spot on my skirt before he forced them back up.

But he never made a move. Just hung out like a perfect gentleman while I went home every time and fingered myself thinking about him, cumming hard while imagining his shy hands finally grabbing me.

It drove me insane. Weeks of this, constant teasing, my pussy leaking down my thighs during every hangout, dark wet spots on my skirts that I knew he noticed. I’d wear even sluttier outfits to his dorm: cropped hoodies with nothing underneath, skirts so short my ass cheeks peeked out. We’d watch movies on his bed, my bare pussy inches from his hand, and he’d just sit there. Polite. Hard. Frustrated. I was obsessed with the power, but my pussy ached for more.

Then on one particular Friday it finally snapped.

We were in his dorm watching some dumb horror movie, lights off, me in just an oversized t-shirt with no panties (though he probably thought I was wearing shorts) and him in basketball shorts. I’d been teasing all night, leaning against him so my hard nipples pressed into his arm, accidentally letting my hand brush his thigh higher and higher until I felt his cock twitching. My pussy was already dripping, my girl-cum coating my inner thighs and probably the sheets under me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I expected, veiny and already leaking precum. He gasped but didn’t stop me.

“Eva… what are you doing?” he breathed, voice shaky. I pulled it out, stroked him slow, then dropped down and took him in my mouth.

God, he tasted so good, salty, musky cock. I sucked him deep, slurping loud, spit dripping down his shaft while my tongue swirled the head. His hands shook in my hair, hips twitching. I bobbed faster, taking him deeper until I gagged, throat squeezing tight around him, eyes watering as thick strings of spit ran down to his balls.

My own pussy was gushing now, wetness running down my legs in warm trails, the ache between my thighs turning into this desperate throbbing heat that made me moan around his cock. Every time he twitched in my mouth I felt a fresh rush of juice leak out of me. The power of having this boy on the edge made my clit pulse so hard I could barely breathe. I loved how his cock pulsed on my tongue, how his quiet moans turned into shaky gasps, how my spit and his precum mixed into a messy, slippery mess coating my chin.

“Fuck, Eva, that feels so good,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m… I’m not gonna last.”

I bobbed faster, gagging myself harder, throat squeezing him, spit pooling on the sheets. My own pussy was gushing now, wetness running down my legs in warm trails.

Then he pulled me off gently, breathing hard. “Wait. I have to tell you something.” His face was bright red. “I’m… I’m a virgin.”

I grinned, pussy clenching hard at the confession, I have a way of finding them. Though, I was entirely surprised he was one of them.

“Good,” I whispered, climbing up to straddle him. “Then let me take care of you, baby.”

I teased him first, rubbing my dripping slit along his cock, coating him in my girl-cum, letting my clit grind against his head until he was whimpering.

“Feel how wet you make me?” I moaned, my juices making obscene wet sounds every time I slid over him.

The head of his cock nudged my entrance over and over, spreading my lips, teasing my clit until my thighs trembled and fresh slick poured out of me. My whole body felt electric. Every slow grind sent waves of heat through my pussy, making it clench and leak even more. I could feel how hard he was, how desperately he wanted to thrust up, but he let me control it. That power rush made me dizzy with need. My nipples ached, my clit throbbed, and my pussy felt so empty it almost hurt.

I finally sank down. His thick cock stretched my tight pussy with a loud squelch, filling me completely. I rode him slow at first, my little tits bouncing under the t-shirt, nipples hard as fuck. Then harder, my big ass slapping his thighs, bed creaking, my pussy creaming all over his shaft.

“Fuck, Alex, you feel so good,” I gasped, rubbing my clit while I bounced.

Every downward stroke sent his cock dragging along my walls, hitting that perfect spot deep inside that made sparks explode behind my eyes. My pussy gripped him so tight I could feel every vein, every twitch. The wet sounds were filthy, squelch after squelch as my slick coated his balls and ran down in shiny trails. I felt so full, so stretched, so completely owned by this boy who had been too shy to touch me for weeks. My clit rubbed against his base with every grind and the pressure built fast. Heat flooded my belly. My thighs shook.

I was so close but I wanted him to feel it first. I slammed down harder, rolling my hips, letting my pussy milk him until he groaned loud and his cock swelled inside me.

“I’m gonna…” he warned, but I kept riding, slamming down until he exploded.

His hot cum flooded my pussy in thick spurts, filling me up so fast I could feel it already pushing back out around his cock. The warmth spread deep inside me, pulse after pulse, and it felt incredible. My pussy fluttered and contracted around him, milking every drop while my own cum mixed with his load and leaked out in messy globs.

That’s when it hit me. “Shit,” I panted, still grinding slow on his twitching dick. “I… I forgot my birth control this week.”

His eyes widened, but he didn’t pull out. If anything, his cock twitched harder inside me, like the risk turned him on.

“You’re… you’re not on it?” he asked, voice rough, nervous.

I bit my lip, pussy clenching around his cum-filled cock.

“Nope,” I moaned, leaning down to kiss him.

“But I don’t care right now. Please, Alex… put a baby in me. I want it so bad.”

I started riding him again as he hardened once more, slow and deep, feeling his cum slosh inside me.

“I’m your little slut. Make me your baby momma with that virgin cock. Breed me, daddy. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum for days. Please… I need you to knock me up right now.”

He groaned like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear it, flipped me onto my back right there, still hard, and slammed back in. The wet squelch of his cum and my slick was obscene. He pounded me deep, missionary, my legs wrapped around him while my tits bounced wild.

“You’re gonna leak my cum all night,” he growled, first time he’d ever sounded that dominant, and it made me cum hard, pussy spasming and milking another load out of him.

Every thrust pushed his first load deeper, then forced more fresh cum out around his cock. It ran down my ass crack in warm, creamy rivers. The sheets grew soaked beneath me. I felt so full, so used, so slutty. My pussy kept clenching, drawing him deeper, loving the messy, slippery slide of his cum-lubed cock. The risk of him breeding me made everything hotter. My clit throbbed. My whole body shook with each slam.

“Yes, baby, just like that!” I begged, nails digging into his back. “Put a baby in your little slut. Make me your pregnant baby momma. I want every drop of your virgin cum deep inside me!”

I came again, harder this time, walls fluttering around him while he groaned and flooded me a second time, thick ropes painting my insides until I was overflowing.

I pulled him close after I came and whispered “I’m ovulating, baby”

He pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my stomach, yank my hips up, and rail me doggy style. His hands gripped my ass hard, spreading my cheeks so he could watch his cum leak out of my stretched pussy with every thrust. The angle let him hit even deeper. His balls slapped my clit. The wet sounds were nonstop, obscene squelching mixed with the slap of skin. Cum from the first two loads poured out in thick white globs, running down my thighs in shiny rivers, dripping onto the sheets in puddles. I felt every inch of him stretching me, claiming me, pushing his seed deeper. My pussy was so sensitive now, every stroke sent electric pleasure through me. I pushed back against him, moaning like a whore.

“Harder, Alex! Breed your slut! Make me your baby momma!” I cried out, voice cracking with need. “I’m yours… knock me up with that big virgin cock!”

The fullness was overwhelming. The heat of his cum inside me made my belly feel warm and heavy. I came again, squirting slick around his cock, soaking his thighs while he roared and gave me a third load, pumping me so full I could feel it pressing against my cervix.

By the end I was on my back again, legs spread wide, his cum pouring out of me in thick white globs mixed with my own.

It ran down my ass crack, pooling on the sheets, leaking everywhere while I rubbed my swollen clit and came one last time. My inner thighs were shiny with it, my pussy lips puffy and creamy, possibly bred after three loads with no protection. The mess felt so good, so filthy, so right. My pussy still fluttered with aftershocks, leaking his cum in slow pulses while I lay there trembling. My legs literally vibrating from the eroticism of what had just occurred.

We collapsed, panting, room stinking of sex and my musky wetness. He pulled me close, still half-hard against my leaking slit, and whispered, “We’re doing this again tomorrow, right?”

Tomorrow did have to wait, and the morning after pill was my first stop the next morning hehe.

My sister is 18 years old and has a really cute boyfriend. She looks like me, but shorter, she’s also less athletic looking which she’s always been jealous of. Whenever her boyfriend came to the house I would wear the shortest shorts I could find and the sheerest white top that I could without her yelling at me. He bf ALWAYS looked at me and blushed, but I had college and wasn’t around very often for a while.

On Christmas break I caught her sucking his dick in the living room because I came home early (ironically) from getting some dick of my own. I turned the corner and there they were, the slurping of cock prominent as his eyes met mine. My sisters found fumbled around and tried to run as her boyfriend pulled his pants up. He had a beautiful cock, no wonder they stayed together.

I giggled and said it wasn’t a problem, it’s not like I hadn’t seen a ton of dicks at college. I left him on the couch with his dick in his hand. I told my sister to go finish him off and some time later I heard them fucking the shit out of one another in her bedroom. I masturbated to them fucking, I have no shame.

Later on the break her bf was in the house and she needed to run out to get her birth control and a few other things and left him and I alone. I scooted over to him on the couch and we started talking about our sex lives, as young teens do (I was 19 at the time). I could see him getting hard in his sweatpants as I talked about fucking virgins and my teammates. So I innocently went to pat his lap and pretended to be shocked at his hard on.

“Did I cause that, or are you thinking about my sister?”

“Y-you.” he replied.

I smirked, and reached back to wrap my petite hand around his thick member. I jerked him slowly as he tried to tell me we shouldn’t, but I knew it was a lie.

“You’ve always wanted me over her, we both know it.”

He nodded slowly and I bent my body and took his clothed dick in my mouth, soaking the front of his pants with my saliva. I knew we had to be quick because my sister would walk in on us if I took my time with this kid.

I stood quickly and ordered him to take off his pants, I did the same and shoved him back on the couch. I straddled him and grabbed his bare cock, quickly sinking it into my pussy, which was wet with excitement from him cheating with me.

He moaned and his eyes rolled back, his hands loosely holding my hips as I began to ride him slowly.

“Who has a better pussy baby?” I whimpered, his fat cock impaling my tight hole.

“Y-you. Eva….”

“That’s right, fuck my bitch sister.”

I started riding him more vigorously, I could see why my sister loved this cock. She had told me his dick felt fantastic in her, and I could now second that opinion. I loaned on his cock as I thrust down over and over— it wasn’t my favorite position but I needed to be quick.

He threw me off of him and got me leaning over the couch, impaling me from behind with such ease that my legs quivered. He grasped my hips and thrust so hard that the sounds emanated through the house.

I cried his name out and my legs quivered as he fucked the living shit out of me, my pussy made wet sounds every time he thrust into me and I dropped my love juice all over the couch. Luckily it was leather.

“Hurry baby, cum in me.”

“Okay Evaaaa- Oh Oh shit!” He exclaimed.

As I felt his cum release into me, the warmth filling my fertile womb, I looked up to see my sister with her mouth wide open. My gaze meeting hers drew her out of it.

“Eva, what the FUCK!”

What ensued was a lot of yelling, me telling her it wasn’t his fault, so on.

They broke up and I fucked him a few more times that Christmas, and my sister didn’t talk to me until the following summer.

My sister is 18 years old and has a really cute boyfriend. She looks like me, but shorter she’s also less athletic looking which she’s always been jealous of. Whenever her boyfriend came to the house I would wear the shortest shorts I could find and the sheerest white top that I could without her yelling at me. He bf ALWAYS looked at me and blushed, but I had college and wasn’t around very often for a while.

On Christmas break I caught her sucking his dick in the living room because I came home early (ironically) from getting some dick of my own. I turned the corner and there they were, the slurping of cock prominent as his eyes met mine. My sisters found fumbled around and tried to run as her boyfriend pulled his pants up. He had a beautiful cock, no wonder they stayed together.

I giggled and said it wasn’t a problem, it’s not like I hadn’t seen a ton of dicks at college. I left him on the couch with his dick in his hand. I told my sister to go finish him off and some time later I heard them fucking the shit out of one another in her bedroom. I masturbated to them fucking, I have no shame.

Later on the break her bf was in the house and she needed to run out to get her birth control and a few other things and left him and I alone. I scooted over to him on the couch and we started talking about our sex lives, as young teens do (I was 19 at the time). I could see him getting hard in his sweatpants as I talked about fucking virgins and my teammates. So I innocently went to pat his lap and pretended to be shocked at his hard on.

“Did I cause that, or are you thinking about my sister?”

“Y-you.” he replied.

I smirked, and reached back to wrap my petite hand around his thick member. I jerked him slowly as he tried to tell me we shouldn’t, but I knew it was a lie.

“You’ve always wanted me over her, we both know it.”

He nodded slowly and I bent my body and took his clothed dick in my mouth, soaking the front of his pants with my saliva. I knew we had to be quick because my sister would walk in on us if I took my time with this kid.

I stood quickly and ordered him to take off his pants, I did the same and shoved him back on the couch. I straddled him and grabbed his bare cock, quickly sinking it into my pussy, which was wet with excitement from him cheating with me.

He moaned and his eyes rolled back, his hands loosely holding my hips as I began to ride him slowly.

“Who has a better pussy baby?” I whimpered, his fat cock impaling my tight hole.

“Y-you. Eva….”

“That’s right, fuck my bitch sister.”

I started riding him more vigorously, I could see why my sister loved this cock. She had told me his dick felt fantastic in her, and I could now second that opinion. I loaned on his cock as I thrust down over and over— it wasn’t my favorite position but I needed to be quick.

He threw me off of him and got me leaning over the couch, impaling me from behind with such ease that my legs quivered. He grasped my hips and thrust so hard that the sounds emanated through the house.

I cried his name out and my legs quivered as he fucked the living shit out of me, my pussy made wet sounds every time he thrust into me and I dropped my love juice all over the couch. Luckily it was leather.

“Hurry baby, cum in me.”

“Okay Evaaaa- Oh Oh shit!” He exclaimed.

As I felt his cum release into me, the warmth filling my fertile womb, I looked up to see my sister with her mouth wide open. My gaze meeting hers drew her out of it.

“Eva, what the FUCK!”

What ensued was a lot of yelling, me telling her it wasn’t his fault, so on.

They broke up and I fucked him a few more times that Christmas, and my sister didn’t talk to me until the following summer.

I was horny and I had a FB that I was seeing but he ended up cancelling on me at the last minute. I was worked up and frustrated but I needed to wash some clothes so I went to the communal laundry room. I was just in some tight shorts and a tank top. I put my laundry in the washer and let it go, I went to study a bit in the meantime and nothing out of the ordinary happened; it was only when I went to get my stuff out of the dryer that something happened. I was reaching into the dryer with my ass jutting out when I heard the door open- I popped up to see a tall nerdy (with glasses) white boy standing in the doorway with a clothes hamper.

I was horny so I began to talk to him (which i never do in the laundry room) and figured out his name and major and all that. I tried to flirt but i think it didn't dawn on him/he was too nervous to realize, instead I decided to invite him to my dorm room to see my aloe plant and also employ him to carry my laundry basket. He nervously accepted.

We went to my room and he enjoyed seeing my aloe plant but I sat him down on my bed and started getting physical. A little petting and putting my head on his shoulder, he inquired what was going on and I explained. He admitted he was a virgin. I didn’t mind, so I swung my leg over so I could straddle him and taught him how to kiss a woman. We kissed for a long time because I was going slow and I got really wet kissing him, so wet that I got his crotch wet with my juices before any clothes came off.

Eventually our clothes did come off and he gently licked my nipples and enclosed them in his mouth, I told him how I liked it and he did what he was told like a good boy. I wrapped my hand around his shockingly large cock (6.5 inches or so) and gently stroked him while he pleasured me. I didn’t make him eat my pussy because he was very eager to make love to me and I was soaked already.

I was on my back and he was between my legs in missionary, I lined him up and he gently pressed forward. It took three or so strokes for him to bottom out, when he did he made out with me and we remained like that for a bit so I could accommodate his girth. He began slowly thrusting into me with long strokes and I moaned his name loudly— there was something so sensual about getting slow fucked, raw, by a former virgin.

He continued to make slow, passionate love to me for an hour until he finally came inside me. I had cum three times in that hour and my mind was absolutely blank because he was one of the most sensual experiences I have had.

He ended up leaving and we never really saw each other again but I heard from one of the volleyball girlies that he has a nerdy GF now and she can hear them fucking passionately through the wall.

So you’re welcome nerds.

(19 at the time of story)

A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck.

I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average.

We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I just pushed his hand deeper and kissed him harder.
When he finally pulled his jeans down I looked. It was average. Maybe a little over five and a half inches, not thick, not long, just… normal. For half a second that old reflex flickered through me, the one that said this probably wouldn’t be anything special. Then he started touching me like he actually gave a shit about how it felt for me, and that thought died fast.

He didn’t rush. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit until I was dripping onto his sheets, catching my clit on every slow pass. I was already breathing harder than I usually do this early. When he finally pushed inside it was gradual, and the way he filled me was exact. Not that intense stretch I get from the bigger ones. Just this perfect, complete pressure that pressed against every sensitive spot at once.

Then he started moving.

God.

He kept this steady, rolling rhythm that made the head of his cock drag right across the front wall of my pussy on every single thrust. Not hard. Not fast. Just precise. I felt myself clench around him involuntarily, and the look on his face when he felt it made my stomach flip. My legs were already shaking. We’d barely started and I was making these soft, embarrassing sounds I usually only make when I’m already close.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against my neck, still keeping that same deep, measured pace. “You’re gripping me so tight.”

I was. My pussy was fluttering around him like it didn’t want to let go. Because he wasn’t huge, I could feel \*everything\* every small ridge, every time the head flared when he bottomed out, every subtle roll of his hips that made the base of his cock rub against my clit. The wet sounds were so loud it should have been humiliating. Instead it just made me wetter.

The first orgasm hit me almost out of nowhere. One second I was rocking up to meet him, the next my whole body locked up and I was moaning into his shoulder while my pussy clenched and released around that completely average cock in helpless little pulses. He didn’t stop. He just kept thrusting through it, same rhythm, until I was oversensitive and twitching and still somehow soaking the sheets under us.

I should have needed a minute. I didn’t.

“Again?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded, a little disoriented.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slid back into me from behind in one smooth stroke. Still not rough. Just deep and steady and perfect. One of his hands reached around and started rubbing my clit in slow, tight circles while he fucked me. I could feel how wet I was, pussy juice running down the insides of my thighs, the filthy sound of his cock moving in and out of me filling the room. My face was pressed into the pillow and I was moaning like a slut, telling him how good it felt, how full I felt, how I didn’t want him to stop.

The second orgasm was deeper. It rolled up from somewhere low in my stomach and wrecked me. My arms gave out. I dropped to my elbows, ass still up, and just let him keep using that perfect average cock while I shook and dripped and clenched around him. I felt owned in a way that had nothing to do with size. It was the way he paid attention. The way he adjusted when my breathing changed. The way he made every inch count.
When he got close he asked if he could cum inside me. My voice came out soft.

“Yes. Please. I need it.”

He buried himself as deep as he could and started pulsing. Because there was no extra space I felt every single spurt; hot, thick, filling me up until it started leaking out around his cock in warm trickles. I kept clenching around him just to feel it more, milking every drop while he groaned against the back of my neck.

We stayed like that for a while. Him still inside me, soft but not fully soft, his cum slowly seeping out of me onto the sheets. I reached down and touched where we were joined, feeling how messy he’d made me, and something warm and possessive curled in my chest.

I’ve been replaying the way that average cock felt for days. How perfectly it fit. How he used every bit of it. How my pussy was still fluttering around the memory of him the next morning when I woke up with dried cum on my thighs and a dull, satisfied ache between my legs.
I already told him to come over again this weekend.
And this time I’m not going to pretend I’m settling for anything.

I got stuck with Blake on the final project for our history seminar.

He was the type of guy who sat near the front, took dense notes, and only spoke when the professor directly called on him. Glasses, plain hoodies, neat handwriting. When the groups got assigned and I saw his name next to mine, I actually sighed. I figured I’d end up doing most of the talking while he handled the research.

We met in the library the first time. He already had a color-coded outline and a timeline drafted. I showed up in a tank top and shorts and watched him try very hard to keep his eyes on the screen while he explained the structure he wanted. Every time I leaned in to look at his laptop, he went a little still. When my arm brushed his, he apologized like he’d done something wrong. It was almost endearing.

The second meeting was more of the same, except I started testing how easy he was to fluster. I sat closer than I needed to. Let my knee rest against his under the table and left it there. Asked him to explain sections I already understood just so I could watch his ears turn pink when I watched his mouth instead of the notes. At one point I reached across him for a pen, and my breast pressed against his upper arm for a second longer than necessary. He stopped talking mid-sentence. I felt a slow pulse of heat between my legs at how hard he was trying to act normal.

By the third meeting we moved to his dorm because the library hours were cutting us off too early. His room was exactly what I expected—dim, organized, with one desk lamp and a twin bed with plain blue sheets. I sat on the bed instead of the desk chair and watched him notice. We worked for almost two hours. Every time I shifted, the mattress creaked and his eyes flicked over before he forced them back to his screen. When I stretched and my shirt rode up, he swallowed hard enough that I saw it.

I started touching him more. Nothing obvious at first. My hand on his shoulder when I leaned in to point at something. My thigh pressed along his while we looked at the same paragraph. Once, when he was typing, I reached over and corrected a date on his outline and let my fingers rest on the back of his hand for a few seconds. His skin was warm. He didn’t pull away. The air in the room felt thicker by the time I left that night. I went back to my dorm and touched myself, thinking about how careful he was being and how easy it would be to push him further.

The night we finished the project, it was past midnight. The paper was done. The slides were done. There was no academic reason for me to still be sitting on his bed. He saved the final version and sat back, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think that’s actually it,” he said. “We’re good.”

“Yeah.” I closed his laptop and set it on the desk. “You’re easier to work with than I thought you’d be.”

He gave a small, self-conscious smile. “You’re more focused than you look.”

I shifted closer on the bed until my thigh was fully against his. He glanced down at the contact but didn’t move away. I could hear someone laughing down the hall and the hum of his mini fridge.

“You’re nervous around me,” I observed.

He let out a short breath. “Is it that obvious?”

“A little. You go really still whenever I get close.”

“I don’t mean to make it weird.”

“It’s not weird.” I tilted my head, watching him. “I just notice.”

I reached up and brushed a bit of lint off the shoulder of his hoodie, then left my hand there. His breathing changed. When I leaned in, I gave him a second to stop me. He didn’t. The first kiss was careful, almost questioning. He made a soft, startled sound against my mouth and kissed me back like he was afraid of using too much pressure. I angled my head and deepened it, and after a moment his hand settled hesitantly on my waist.

I climbed into his lap. He froze when I settled my weight on his thighs, then exhaled hard when I rolled my hips down against him. He was already fully erect. I could feel the full line of him under his sweatpants. I kissed him again and reached down to rub my palm over his cock through the fabric. He throbbed under my hand and made a low, broken sound into my mouth.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Yes.”

I tugged his sweatpants down far enough to free him. His cock sprang up against his stomach: average, cut, completely hard, the head already shiny. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked once, slowly, from base to tip. His whole body tensed. A bead of precum welled up, and I spread it with my thumb.

“Have you done this before?” I asked quietly.

He shook his head, eyes dark behind his glasses. “No. Nothing like this.”

The admission sent a hot, possessive pull straight between my legs. I was already soaked. I could feel it every time I shifted. I rose up onto my knees, shoved my shorts to the side, and rubbed the head of his cock through my folds. The wet sound of it was unmistakable in the quiet room. I dragged him back and forth over my clit a few times, coating him in my juices, watching his face while his hands gripped my thighs like he needed the anchor. I sank down on him in slow, deliberate fashion.

The stretch pulled a shaky moan out of me. He filled me in one slow, continuous slide, the heat of him and the way my pussy had to open around him making my thighs tremble as I took every inch. I bottomed out and sat there fully seated on his virgin cock, feeling him throb deep inside me. My thoughts snagged on how tight I must have felt around him, how this was the first time anyone had taken him like this. The idea made me clench.

Deep, rolling strokes at first, rising up until only the head remained inside me before sinking back down and taking every inch again. The wet sound of my cunt accepting him filled the dorm room. Slick ran down around his cock and onto his hips with every movement. He groaned and held my waist, hips giving these small, involuntary thrusts up to meet me. I let myself be loud: soft, needy moans every time he bottomed out, and longer whining sounds when the angle dragged him against the spot that made my stomach tighten.

“Fuck,” I breathed, dropping down harder. “You feel so good inside me—”

I fucked myself on his cock with a steadier rhythm, grinding my clit against him at the bottom of every stroke. My tank top was shoved up so he could see my breasts. He lifted his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue working over it while I rode him, and the dual sensation made me moan louder and clench hard around his cock. I was dripping down him in messy streams, the filthy wet sound of our bodies meeting getting more obvious the longer I kept going.

I could feel how close he already was with his cock swelling thicker, his breathing turning ragged, and his fingers digging into my hips like he was trying not to lose it.

“I’m gonna...” he choked out. “I can’t hold it; I’m so close!”

“Inside me,” I moaned against his chest. “I want that virgin cum NOW!”

He came with a low growling sound, hips jerking up as he started to pulse. Hot, thick cum flooded into me in heavy spurts. I moaned at the feel of it and kept moving, grinding down to take every drop while my own orgasm was still far away. I wish I could have cum with his virgin cock pumping his load deep into me, clenching around him like I could pull even more out of him. Fresh cum pooled beneath us as he finished his orgasm.

We stayed locked together afterward, both of us breathing hard. His hands stroked up and down my back like he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch me. I could feel his cum already starting to leak out around his cock, warm and sticky against my skin.

“You just took my...” he started, then trailed off, still inside me.

“I know.” I kissed him once more, slower. “I loved it, baby.”

I left a little after one am with his cum still seeping out of me into my shorts. We turned the project in the next morning and got an A. I still think about how tight he felt when I first sank down on him and how quiet he went when he started to cum. Some group projects end up being more memorable than others.

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I never planned to fuck my roommate's boyfriend.

He was just there a lot. He was always on our couch or sprawled out on her bed, scrolling through his phone and behaving like the third roommate we never were supposed to have. My roommate was crazy for him. I mostly ignored him as background noise.

That night she texted him that her study group was running way late and told him he could wait at our place if he wanted. I came back from the library around eleven, and there he was, on her bed, laptop open, half-watching some show. He looked up when I came in.

“She’s still not here,” he said. ‘Would you mind if I hang out? She said it was cool.”

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

I laid down my bag and went to change. I emerged from the bathroom in old gray shorts and a loose black tank top, no bra. My hair was still wet from washing off. He glanced at me, then deliberately turned back to his screen. I sat on my own bed and opened my laptop. I didn't really look at it.

After a while he paused the show.

“You want to watch something else? This is kind of trash.”

I shrugged and walked over to her bed, sitting down near the foot of it and leaning back against the wall. He slid over to make room for me. We watched some sort of comedy that we didn’t really care about. The room was quiet, save for the laptop’s speakers and the occasional sounds of people in the hall.

I shifted some, and my knee brushed against his thigh. Neither of us moved away. A few minutes later his arm was on the headboard behind me. I leaned back, my shoulder nudging his chest. The air began to feel different, charged in a way that caused my skin to become overheated.

I turned my head to say something, and he was already looking at me.

Neither of us spoke for a second. Then I had time to stop him as he slowly leaned in. I chose not to.

The first kiss was tentative. The second one wasn't. He pushed his hand up the side of my neck, and I made a soft noise into his mouth, the heat between my legs sudden and sharp.

I climbed into his lap, not breaking the kiss. His hands slipped under my tank top immediately, his palms hot against my bare back. I could feel him harden beneath me. He let out a forceful exhale into my mouth as I rolled my hips against him.

"No, we shouldn’t," he muttered, but his hands were already on my waist.

“I know,” I said.

I kissed him again and shoved my hand between us into his joggers. His head was already wet, and he was fully hard and thick. I stroked him slowly as he kissed his way down my neck, pulling my tank top up just enough to get his mouth on my breasts. My pussy clenched around nothing when I felt his tongue on my nipple. I was drenched already. Every shift in his lap, I could feel it.

I got on my knees, pushed my shorts aside, and rubbed his cock's head through my folds. The sound it made was unmistakably wet. He cursed under his breath and grabbed my thighs. Then I slid slowly and continuously down onto him.

I let out a trembling groan as a result of the stretch. He filled me so full, thick enough my thighs shook taking every inch of him. I bottomed out and lingered there a second, breathing hard against his shoulder, feeling him throb inside me. The wrongness of it, my mind kind of went blank. This was her boyfriend. Her bed. It was me who was seated on his cock, spread wide around him, and already dripping onto his joggers. I got wetter just thinking about it. Then I started riding him.

First deep, deliberate strokes, rising up until only the head was left before taking him all the way back in. The wet sound of my pussy accepting him filled the quiet room. With each movement, pussy juice ran down around his cock. He groaned and pushed up against me, his hands digging into my ass. He found a spot that made my stomach clench, and a louder moan escaped me. I didn't try to be silent.

"Oh my god!" I exhaled, lowering myself more forcefully. “Fuck, you’re...”

I fucked myself on his cock with no restraint, grinding my clit against him at the bottom of every stroke. My tank top had been pushed up under my arms. His mouth was moving between my breasts, sucking, biting, just enough to make me clench and moan again. Louder this time. The pleasure built heavy and fast. I could hear how wet I was, the dirty sound of our bodies meeting getting wetter the longer I rode him. A soft, needy sound punched out of my throat each time he thrust up to meet me.

My mind kept returning to the same things. That was her boyfriend. That I was moaning for him in her covers. That I didn't want to quit. The guilt sat next to the heat and somehow made everything sharper. I was pouring down him in sloppy streams, thighs trembling, moans climbing and losing control.

"Almost there," he rasped against my skin. "Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

“Inside me," I moaned. “Please, cum inside me!”

He broke with a low cry, his hips bucking up as he started to pulse. Hot, thick cum spurted into me in thick loads. I moaned loudly at the feel of it, grinding down to take every drop, the sensation of being filled pushing me straight over the edge. I came hard around his cock, shaking and clenching, a broken shameless sound spilling out of me as my orgasm rolled through me in waves. I continued, milking him, feeling his cum already starting to leak out around where we were joined.

We were locked together, both of us breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me, when the keys in the door sounded.

We both froze in place.

The lock clicked. My roommate pushed the door open, mid-sentence about how the group had finally ended, and then looked up and saw us.

I was still sitting on her boyfriend's cock, shorts pushed to the side, and tank top bunched up above my breasts. His hands clenched my hips. His cum was seeping out of me around him, warm and obvious. Neither of us had succeeded in getting apart.

She stared for a long second, her face changing from exhausted to stunned to furious so quickly it looked painful. Her bag fell to the floor.

“You have to be kidding.”

He began to say her name. I climbed off him slowly. His cock, slick with my cum and his cum, slapped against his stomach. I stood, pulling my shorts back up as a thick trickle of his release ran down my inner thigh. He fumbled for his clothes, face red, mumbling apologies that didn't seem to reach her.

“Get out,” she said, her voice trembling. “You both of you! Actually, no. You." She indicated him. “Get the fuck out.”

He left without looking at me again. The door slammed.

My roommate and I were standing in the silent room with the scent of sex still lingering and the wet patch on her sheets impossible to ignore. Her eyes were bright, and she looked hard at me.

“First time?” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

She snorted once, sharp and ugly, then grabbed her keys and left. She didn’t return that night.

Later I sat on my own bed and felt him slowly leak out of me. Warm and sticky against my skin. I should have been feeling worse. For the most part, I just sat there knowing that I had destroyed the living situation in less than an hour.

She moved out three days later.

I still remember how thick he felt when he stretched me open, how loud I got for him, how the room fell dead quiet when the door opened. Some mistakes stick with you for more than one reason.

I never planned to fuck my roommate's boyfriend.

He was just there a lot. He was always on our couch or sprawled out on her bed, scrolling through his phone and behaving like the third roommate we never were supposed to have. My roommate was crazy for him. I mostly ignored him as background noise.

That night she texted him that her study group was running way late and told him he could wait at our place if he wanted. I came back from the library around eleven, and there he was, on her bed, laptop open, half-watching some show. He looked up when I came in.

“She’s still not here,” he said. ‘Would you mind if I hang out? She said it was cool.”

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

I laid down my bag and went to change. I emerged from the bathroom in old gray shorts and a loose black tank top, no bra. My hair was still wet from washing off. He glanced at me, then deliberately turned back to his screen. I sat on my own bed and opened my laptop. I didn't really look at it.

After a while he paused the show.

“You want to watch something else? This is kind of trash.”

I shrugged and walked over to her bed, sitting down near the foot of it and leaning back against the wall. He slid over to make room for me. We watched some sort of comedy that we didn’t really care about. The room was quiet, save for the laptop’s speakers and the occasional sounds of people in the hall.

I shifted some, and my knee brushed against his thigh. Neither of us moved away. A few minutes later his arm was on the headboard behind me. I leaned back, my shoulder nudging his chest. The air began to feel different, charged in a way that caused my skin to become overheated.

I turned my head to say something, and he was already looking at me.

Neither of us spoke for a second. Then I had time to stop him as he slowly leaned in. I chose not to.

The first kiss was tentative. The second one wasn't. He pushed his hand up the side of my neck, and I made a soft noise into his mouth, the heat between my legs sudden and sharp.

I climbed into his lap, not breaking the kiss. His hands slipped under my tank top immediately, his palms hot against my bare back. I could feel him harden beneath me. He let out a forceful exhale into my mouth as I rolled my hips against him.

"No, we shouldn’t," he muttered, but his hands were already on my waist.

“I know,” I said.

I kissed him again and shoved my hand between us into his joggers. His head was already wet, and he was fully hard and thick. I stroked him slowly as he kissed his way down my neck, pulling my tank top up just enough to get his mouth on my breasts. My pussy clenched around nothing when I felt his tongue on my nipple. I was drenched already. Every shift in his lap, I could feel it.

I got on my knees, pushed my shorts aside, and rubbed his cock's head through my folds. The sound it made was unmistakably wet. He cursed under his breath and grabbed my thighs. Then I slid slowly and continuously down onto him.

I let out a trembling groan as a result of the stretch. He filled me so full, thick enough my thighs shook taking every inch of him. I bottomed out and lingered there a second, breathing hard against his shoulder, feeling him throb inside me. The wrongness of it, my mind kind of went blank. This was her boyfriend. Her bed. It was me who was seated on his cock, spread wide around him, and already dripping onto his joggers. I got wetter just thinking about it. Then I started riding him.

First deep, deliberate strokes, rising up until only the head was left before taking him all the way back in. The wet sound of my pussy accepting him filled the quiet room. With each movement, pussy juice ran down around his cock. He groaned and pushed up against me, his hands digging into my ass. He found a spot that made my stomach clench, and a louder moan escaped me. I didn't try to be silent.

"Oh my god!" I exhaled, lowering myself more forcefully. “Fuck, you’re...”

I fucked myself on his cock with no restraint, grinding my clit against him at the bottom of every stroke. My tank top had been pushed up under my arms. His mouth was moving between my breasts, sucking, biting, just enough to make me clench and moan again. Louder this time. The pleasure built heavy and fast. I could hear how wet I was, the dirty sound of our bodies meeting getting wetter the longer I rode him. A soft, needy sound punched out of my throat each time he thrust up to meet me.

My mind kept returning to the same things. That was her boyfriend. That I was moaning for him in her covers. That I didn't want to quit. The guilt sat next to the heat and somehow made everything sharper. I was pouring down him in sloppy streams, thighs trembling, moans climbing and losing control.

"Almost there," he rasped against my skin. "Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

“Inside me," I moaned. “Please, cum inside me!”

He broke with a low cry, his hips bucking up as he started to pulse. Hot, thick cum spurted into me in thick loads. I moaned loudly at the feel of it, grinding down to take every drop, the sensation of being filled pushing me straight over the edge. I came hard around his cock, shaking and clenching, a broken shameless sound spilling out of me as my orgasm rolled through me in waves. I continued, milking him, feeling his cum already starting to leak out around where we were joined.

We were locked together, both of us breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me, when the keys in the door sounded.

We both froze in place.

The lock clicked. My roommate pushed the door open, mid-sentence about how the group had finally ended, and then looked up and saw us.

I was still sitting on her boyfriend's cock, shorts pushed to the side, and tank top bunched up above my breasts. His hands clenched my hips. His cum was seeping out of me around him, warm and obvious. Neither of us had succeeded in getting apart.

She stared for a long second, her face changing from exhausted to stunned to furious so quickly it looked painful. Her bag fell to the floor.

“You have to be kidding.”

He began to say her name. I climbed off him slowly. His cock, slick with my cum and his cum, slapped against his stomach. I stood, pulling my shorts back up as a thick trickle of his release ran down my inner thigh. He fumbled for his clothes, face red, mumbling apologies that didn't seem to reach her.

“Get out,” she said, her voice trembling. “You both of you! Actually, no. You." She indicated him. “Get the fuck out.”

He left without looking at me again. The door slammed.

My roommate and I were standing in the silent room with the scent of sex still lingering and the wet patch on her sheets impossible to ignore. Her eyes were bright, and she looked hard at me.

“First time?” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

She snorted once, sharp and ugly, then grabbed her keys and left. She didn’t return that night.

Later I sat on my own bed and felt him slowly leak out of me. Warm and sticky against my skin. I should have been feeling worse. For the most part, I just sat there knowing that I had destroyed the living situation in less than an hour.

She moved out three days later.

I still remember how thick he felt when he stretched me open, how loud I got for him, how the room fell dead quiet when the door opened. Some mistakes stick with you for more than one reason.

My roommate left around nine to stay the night at her boyfriend’s place after some party off campus. That left me alone in the dorm with her younger brother, Caleb.
He was eighteen, home from his first year of college and visiting for the weekend. Jenna had told him he could crash on the floor in a sleeping bag since we only had the two twin beds. He’d been quiet most of the day, polite in that careful younger-brother way, spending most of his time on his phone or laptop with his back against the wall. I hadn’t paid him much real attention beyond noticing he was cute in a soft, skinny, glasses kind of way. Dark hair that kept falling into his eyes. The kind of body that still looked like it belonged to someone who spent more time in front of a screen than in a gym.

I got back to the dorm a little after midnight. The hallway was quiet except for the distant thump of someone’s music two doors down. When I opened our door, the only light came from Caleb’s laptop screen. He was still sitting up in the sleeping bag, fully dressed, scrolling through something. He looked up when I walked in and immediately straightened like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“Hey,” I said, dropping my bag by the desk. “Your sister is staying out. You still up?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t really sleep.” His voice was quiet. He adjusted his glasses with one hand. “How was your night?”

I shrugged and kicked off my shoes. I was still in the short black skirt and tight top I’d gone out in. No bra. No panties. I never bothered with either if I could help it. The air in the room felt cooler than the hallway. I sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at him in the blue light from his screen.

“You want company or do you want me to leave you alone?”

He hesitated, then closed the laptop most of the way so the light dimmed. “Company’s fine. If you’re not tired.”

I slid down onto the floor across from him, back against my bed frame, legs stretched out in front of me. The skirt rode up my thighs until it was barely covering anything. I didn’t fix it. We talked for a while about nothing important at first, his classes, how weird it felt being in a girls’ dorm, how his sister still treated him like he was fourteen even though he was technically an adult now. He kept glancing at the stretch of bare skin between my skirt and my knees and then forcing his eyes back up. Every time he did it, I felt a slow, warm pulse of heat between my legs.

After a longer stretch of quiet, I shifted a little closer across the floor.

“You’re nervous,” I said.

He let out a short, self-conscious breath. “That obvious?”

“A little. You don’t have to sit there like you’re afraid of taking up space.”

“I’m in your room. On your floor. It feels kind of invasive.”

“It’s not.” I tilted my head, watching him. “You can relax. I’m not going to bite.”

He gave a small, awkward smile at that, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t fully ease. I moved closer until our knees almost touched. When I leaned in and kissed him, he made a soft, startled sound against my mouth. For a second he didn’t move at all, completely frozen. Then he kissed me back, careful and uncertain, like he was afraid he’d do it wrong if he used too much pressure.

I climbed into his lap right there on the sleeping bag. He froze again when I settled my full weight on his thighs, hands hovering in the air like he was scared to touch me. I could feel him getting hard under me almost immediately, the thick line of his cock pressing up against the thin fabric of my skirt. I rolled my hips once, slow and deliberate, and the sound he made was pure surprise mixed with something hungrier.

“Is this okay?” I asked against his mouth.

He nodded too fast. “Yeah. Yes. You can…”

I cut him off with another kiss, deeper this time, and reached down between us. I rubbed my palm over the growing outline in his sweatpants, feeling how fully hard he already was. He throbbed under my hand. When I tugged the waistband down far enough to free him, his cock sprang up against his stomach; average length, not particularly thick, cut, and completely hard. The head was already shiny with precum. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked once, slow, from base to tip. His whole body tensed like he’d been shocked.

“Have you done this before?” I asked quietly, still stroking him.

He shook his head, eyes wide behind his glasses. “No. I haven’t… anything. Not really.”

Something hot and possessive curled low in my stomach at the admission. I kissed him again while I worked my hand over his cock, feeling how much he leaked for me already, the way his hips kept making these tiny involuntary thrusts into my fist. I was already soaked. I could feel the wetness slick between my thighs every time I shifted in his lap.
I rose up onto my knees, pulled my skirt higher around my waist, and rubbed the head of his cock through my folds. The contact made both of us go still. I was dripping enough that it coated him immediately, the wet sound of his cock sliding against me almost embarrassing in the quiet room. I dragged him back and forth over my clit a few times, watching his face, before I lined him up and started to sink down.

The stretch pulled a shaky, broken sound out of both of us. He wasn’t huge, but the heat of him and the way he filled me so completely still made my thighs tremble as I took him inch by inch. I bottomed out and just sat there for a second, fully seated on his virgin cock, feeling him throb inside me while I watched his face process the fact that he was inside someone for the first time. His hands finally settled on my waist, gripping like he needed something solid to hold onto.
Then I started to move.

I rode him in deep, rolling strokes, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage, taking every inch of him over and over. The wet sound of my pussy accepting him filled the quiet dorm room, soft and filthy. Slick ran down around his cock and onto the sleeping bag beneath us with every movement. He stared up at me like he couldn’t believe what was happening, lips parted, glasses slightly crooked, breathing already uneven.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, voice cracking throughout his words. “Fuck, you’re so wet, you’re so fucking tight!”

I leaned down and kissed him while I fucked myself on his cock, letting him taste the little sounds I was making. Every time I dropped down he let out these soft noises that went straight to my clit. I could feel how close he already was, his cock swelling thicker inside me, his breathing turning shallow and desperate, his fingers digging harder into my hips like he was trying not to lose it too fast.

I didn’t slow down. I kept the same deep rhythm, grinding my clit against him at the bottom of every stroke, chasing my own pleasure while I used him. The sleeping bag was a mess under us. My thighs were shiny with how much I was dripping. The coil low in my stomach wound tighter and tighter until I was panting against his mouth.

“I’m gonna…” he tried to warn me, voice high and strained. “I can’t… I’m so close!”

“Inside me,” I said against his lips. “I want it. Come inside me.”

He orgasmed with a little groan, hips jerking up hard as he started to pulse. Hot, thick spurts flooded into me while I kept moving, grinding down to take every drop. The feel of his virgin cum filling me in heavy pulses pushed me straight over the edge. I came with him buried as deep as he could go, clenching around his cock in tight, rhythmic waves while fresh slick spilled down around where we were joined and soaked into the sleeping bag.

We stayed locked together afterward, both of us breathing hard. His hands stroked awkwardly up and down my back like he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch me. I could feel his cum already starting to leak out around his cock in warm, sticky trickles, running down onto his hips.

“I’ve never…” he started, then trailed off, still inside me.

“I know.” I kissed him once more, slower this time. “You did fine.”

My roommate texted a little after 2 am that she wouldn’t be back until late morning. Caleb fell asleep on the floor with my leg still thrown over his hips and his cum drying on my thighs. I stayed awake a little longer, feeling the slow leak of him out of me and the dull, satisfied ache between my legs.
I already told him he could crash on our floor again next time he visits.

I already know I’m going to fuck him again when he does.
Best part is… she still doesn’t know anything.

(19 at the time of story)

A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck.

I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average.

We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I just pushed his hand deeper and kissed him harder.
When he finally pulled his jeans down I looked. It was average. Maybe a little over five and a half inches, not thick, not long, just… normal. For half a second that old reflex flickered through me, the one that said this probably wouldn’t be anything special. Then he started touching me like he actually gave a shit about how it felt for me, and that thought died fast.

He didn’t rush. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit until I was dripping onto his sheets, catching my clit on every slow pass. I was already breathing harder than I usually do this early. When he finally pushed inside it was gradual, and the way he filled me was exact. Not that intense stretch I get from the bigger ones. Just this perfect, complete pressure that pressed against every sensitive spot at once.

Then he started moving.

God.

He kept this steady, rolling rhythm that made the head of his cock drag right across the front wall of my pussy on every single thrust. Not hard. Not fast. Just precise. I felt myself clench around him involuntarily, and the look on his face when he felt it made my stomach flip. My legs were already shaking. We’d barely started and I was making these soft, embarrassing sounds I usually only make when I’m already close.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against my neck, still keeping that same deep, measured pace. “You’re gripping me so tight.”

I was. My pussy was fluttering around him like it didn’t want to let go. Because he wasn’t huge, I could feel *everything* every small ridge, every time the head flared when he bottomed out, every subtle roll of his hips that made the base of his cock rub against my clit. The wet sounds were so loud it should have been humiliating. Instead it just made me wetter.

The first orgasm hit me almost out of nowhere. One second I was rocking up to meet him, the next my whole body locked up and I was moaning into his shoulder while my pussy clenched and released around that completely average cock in helpless little pulses. He didn’t stop. He just kept thrusting through it, same rhythm, until I was oversensitive and twitching and still somehow soaking the sheets under us.

I should have needed a minute. I didn’t.

“Again?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded, a little disoriented.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slid back into me from behind in one smooth stroke. Still not rough. Just deep and steady and perfect. One of his hands reached around and started rubbing my clit in slow, tight circles while he fucked me. I could feel how wet I was, pussy juice running down the insides of my thighs, the filthy sound of his cock moving in and out of me filling the room. My face was pressed into the pillow and I was moaning like a slut, telling him how good it felt, how full I felt, how I didn’t want him to stop.

The second orgasm was deeper. It rolled up from somewhere low in my stomach and wrecked me. My arms gave out. I dropped to my elbows, ass still up, and just let him keep using that perfect average cock while I shook and dripped and clenched around him. I felt owned in a way that had nothing to do with size. It was the way he paid attention. The way he adjusted when my breathing changed. The way he made every inch count.
When he got close he asked if he could cum inside me. My voice came out soft.

“Yes. Please. I need it.”

He buried himself as deep as he could and started pulsing. Because there was no extra space I felt every single spurt; hot, thick, filling me up until it started leaking out around his cock in warm trickles. I kept clenching around him just to feel it more, milking every drop while he groaned against the back of my neck.

We stayed like that for a while. Him still inside me, soft but not fully soft, his cum slowly seeping out of me onto the sheets. I reached down and touched where we were joined, feeling how messy he’d made me, and something warm and possessive curled in my chest.

I’ve been replaying the way that average cock felt for days. How perfectly it fit. How he used every bit of it. How my pussy was still fluttering around the memory of him the next morning when I woke up with dried cum on my thighs and a dull, satisfied ache between my legs.
I already told him to come over again this weekend.
And this time I’m not going to pretend I’m settling for anything.

(19 at the time of story)

A lot of girls really like big cocks. Including most of my friends. They’re always talking about how they need to be stretched, how nothing under seven inches is worth their time, how they can “feel the difference.” I used to nod along like I agreed. Truth is, I don’t. I never really have. I don’t think you need a big one to have good sex. I think most guys who are packing just rely on the size and forget how to actually fuck.

I met Cameron and stopped pretending I didn’t like it average.

We matched on an app. He was cute in a normal way, nice smile, good arms, the kind of guy who looked like he’d actually listen when you talked. We hung out a couple times, made out on his couch, and the third time his hand finally slid down the front of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. I never do. The second his fingers dragged through how wet I already was, he made this low, surprised sound against my neck.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

I just pushed his hand deeper and kissed him harder.
When he finally pulled his jeans down I looked. It was average. Maybe a little over five and a half inches, not thick, not long, just… normal. For half a second that old reflex flickered through me, the one that said this probably wouldn’t be anything special. Then he started touching me like he actually gave a shit about how it felt for me, and that thought died fast.

He didn’t rush. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit until I was dripping onto his sheets, catching my clit on every slow pass. I was already breathing harder than I usually do this early. When he finally pushed inside it was gradual, and the way he filled me was exact. Not that intense stretch I get from the bigger ones. Just this perfect, complete pressure that pressed against every sensitive spot at once.

Then he started moving.

God.

He kept this steady, rolling rhythm that made the head of his cock drag right across the front wall of my pussy on every single thrust. Not hard. Not fast. Just precise. I felt myself clench around him involuntarily, and the look on his face when he felt it made my stomach flip. My legs were already shaking. We’d barely started and I was making these soft, embarrassing sounds I usually only make when I’m already close.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against my neck, still keeping that same deep, measured pace. “You’re gripping me so tight.”

I was. My pussy was fluttering around him like it didn’t want to let go. Because he wasn’t huge, I could feel everything every small ridge, every time the head flared when he bottomed out, every subtle roll of his hips that made the base of his cock rub against my clit. The wet sounds were so loud it should have been humiliating. Instead it just made me wetter.

The first orgasm hit me almost out of nowhere. One second I was rocking up to meet him, the next my whole body locked up and I was moaning into his shoulder while my pussy clenched and released around that completely average cock in helpless little pulses. He didn’t stop. He just kept thrusting through it, same rhythm, until I was oversensitive and twitching and still somehow soaking the sheets under us.

I should have needed a minute. I didn’t.

“Again?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded, a little disoriented.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slid back into me from behind in one smooth stroke. Still not rough. Just deep and steady and perfect. One of his hands reached around and started rubbing my clit in slow, tight circles while he fucked me. I could feel how wet I was, pussy juice running down the insides of my thighs, the filthy sound of his cock moving in and out of me filling the room. My face was pressed into the pillow and I was moaning like a slut, telling him how good it felt, how full I felt, how I didn’t want him to stop.

The second orgasm was deeper. It rolled up from somewhere low in my stomach and wrecked me. My arms gave out. I dropped to my elbows, ass still up, and just let him keep using that perfect average cock while I shook and dripped and clenched around him. I felt owned in a way that had nothing to do with size. It was the way he paid attention. The way he adjusted when my breathing changed. The way he made every inch count.
When he got close he asked if he could cum inside me. My voice came out soft.

“Yes. Please. I need it.”

He buried himself as deep as he could and started pulsing. Because there was no extra space I felt every single spurt; hot, thick, filling me up until it started leaking out around his cock in warm trickles. I kept clenching around him just to feel it more, milking every drop while he groaned against the back of my neck.

We stayed like that for a while. Him still inside me, soft but not fully soft, his cum slowly seeping out of me onto the sheets. I reached down and touched where we were joined, feeling how messy he’d made me, and something warm and possessive curled in my chest.

I’ve been replaying the way that average cock felt for days. How perfectly it fit. How he used every bit of it. How my pussy was still fluttering around the memory of him the next morning when I woke up with dried cum on my thighs and a dull, satisfied ache between my legs.
I already told him to come over again this weekend.
And this time I’m not going to pretend I’m settling for anything.