My girlfriend, Sarah, and I returned to my dorm room with a friend of mine, Ben, after a party. We all had a few too many, and I could tell Sarah was up to no good. She usually gets pretty mischievous when she's had a few.
"That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Sarah giggled as she twirled around in my room. Ben and I chuckled as we watched my petite girlfriend dance. Her demeanor slowly changed as she moved to the music. Her eyes smoldered at us as her limber body rolled provocatively. She began to rub her small, firm tits while her slender hips bucked with the music. Ben looked at me quizzically, and I could only shrug my shoulders in reply. Sarah smiled impishly at me as she danced toward us. Her eyes locked on mine, she ground her crotch against Ben's knees. My friend wasn't sure what to do, but his hands tentatively lifted and began to stroke Sarah's breasts through her blouse. Sarah raised her arms over her head and arched her chest toward Ben's hands. She moaned softly as she fucked her pelvis against his legs. She then flashed a seductive grin at us and spun away. "Eric, what's going on here?" Ben breathed hotly as Sarah began to thrash about before us. "I'm not sure, but just go with it," I replied. Sarah began to do a slow striptease for us. She looked coyishly over her shoulder as she pulled her blouse off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She threw the garments back at us, the bra landing on Ben's head. She then turned around and faced us, her hands covering her smallish breasts. She raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully at us, then pulled her hands from her chest. She gave us a quick glimpse of her pert tits, then laughed and turned away again. I could tell Sarah was enjoying herself immensely. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and liked to dance for me. But stripping in front of my friend gave her an added thrill. It excited me as well. I love Sarah's hard, little willing body, but I also love her spontaneous and kinky mind. I knew she was really dancing to entice Ben, but it turned me on knowing my friend was getting hot watching my girlfriend. I didn't know how far Sarah would go with this, but I was bound to find out. Her hips swayed side to side as her erotic dance continued. She then bent over and slowly shimmied out of her skirt. She kicked the skirt aside and, still bent over, tugged down her panties. They stuck momentarily in the wet crevice of her cunt, then slid down around her ankles. I heard Ben gasp as Sarah's firm ass waved in the air at us, her swollen pussy-lips visible between her slender thighs. Sarah gave us a long look at her delectable ass, then turned and gave us a full view of her nubile body. She grinned sexily at us as we lustfully eyed her beautiful face, small, pointy breasts, slender waist, and finely-trimmed bush. She then sauntered over to Ben and sat down on his lap.
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My freshman year at college was an eye-opener, to say the least. It was the first year away from home at the University of Texas; I decided not to make the trip back home for the long Thanksgiving weekend. Instead, I was planning on enjoying the cafeteria's Thanksgiving buffet, which many of my upper classmen friends said was outstanding. I also had a paper due after the break that I had yet to get started on.
At this point in my first year of college, few knew of my sexuality. I'd enjoyed a couple of romances with other inquisitive young men on campus, but no one seemed to want to get hooked into anything long-term. I don't think I did, either. I was enjoying myself, exploring my new world. I'd been told about a few hot cruising spots, and had tested the waters. My favorite had become the Pilot truck stop, out near Interstate 35 north of town. The back, "handicap" stall had a gloryhole cut into it, behind the toilet paper holder, and I'd discovered that truck drivers enjoyed a warm, willing mouth after long hours on the road. One of my friends also suggested that if I wanted, I could invite a trucker on into the stall for something more satisfying. Up to that point, I hadn't gathered up the nerve. I didn't mind sucking an anonymous dick off, and gulping down the mouth-filling load, but I wasn't too sure about letting a guy I'd never met before sticking it to me, bent over a toilet bowl. That time, however, would come. As a freshman, living in the dorms, I was stuck in a ground floor room with two others. Our room was a single room, with a bathroom attached, kind of like a hotel room. All of us were academics, Tucker is majoring in mathematics and Ben is an English major. Both wanted to be teachers, and often would joke about how the best way to bang teen girls was to be their understanding teacher. I thought they both had strange motives for wanting to teach, but what did I care? I was having sex-dreams about my own math instructor, Mr. Contreras. My roommates were straight arrows, and I hid my twisted sexuality from them. They were good guys, and we often went out to dinner or watched movies together and nothing else. If one of them wanted to bring a girl back to the room, the others would leave for the evening and hang out in the commons area or dayroom. I’m assuming it didn’t happen too often because neither one of them were very attractive. Back to Thanksgiving. As it would turn out, Tucker had a girlfriend and was going to stay on campus for the weekend. Ben had gone home, so I was the only one being "put-out" by his wanting to spend time with her. Tucker's girlfriend was something of a porker, to be blunt, and I think the only reason he was seeing her was because, "she give's great head!” in his words. |
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