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-The Thong Spree
It went on like this for some time. Krys and I played and explored and carefully skirted around sex. We were content doing other things. But one night Krys spent the night at my place and she took things to a whole new level.
We had both had a night of drinking and partying and lay sprawled across my bed. Krys turned away from me and draped my arm over her, she was sure to tuck it into her shirt. As I massaged her lovely tits she subtly ground her little ass against me. My cock reacted quickly and filled to its full size. My covered erection dug itself between her ass cheeks. It twitched with excitement and anticipation. It was late and my roommates were both asleep so we had to proceed with utmost tact, as not to wake them up with our sexy antics.
Krys removed her blue sheer panties, letting them drop over the edge of my bed, and placed my swollen member between her ass cheeks. She spread her cheeks and stroked my cock with a deep grinding motion.
This is the most sex I’ve never had
What do you mean?
Well you’ve got no pants on and my cock is lodged between your ass.
Krys didn’t reply, she took my cock and dislodged it from its fleshy cradle, and to my surprise she took it in her hand and rubbed it vigorously against her moistening pussy.
Hey, you sure about this Krys?
Who says I’m fucking you? I’m just playing.
And play she did. She continued her massage and matched it with the same rocking and grinding motions with which she started. I felt Krys’ pussy lips give way as she drove the very tip of my cock into her. With every motion she retracted before my cock could reach further into her. It was just like our time in the shower, only this time she was in control.
The teasing drove me crazy, and built in me a welling urge to drive into her, to stretch her, to explore her.
Krys surprised me again when she stealthily climbed onto me. She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock to continue rubbing herself with me. Krys bent down and lowered her tits into my mouth. I placed my hands on her waist and angled myself against her dripping cunt.
She started to kiss me intensely as she placed herself just over my cock. Her breathing and heart rate quickened as she surprised me for the final time. Krys lowered herself onto the full length of my cock, gasping as she went.
Oh my god, that feels so fucking good
She braced herself against the wall as she rocked back and forth, enjoying my dick.
So what’s one of your favorite or sexiest things?
I love the shower
What do you mean?
Everything is sexier in the shower; a kiss is sexier in the shower. We have to try it some time!
Krys and I continued to hook up after that winter break and I came to find that she was quite inexperienced. She was still a virgin and I was the first guy to ever go down on her. One evening we were in my room talking about her new found favorite subject: sex. She was curious in the way that all people new to sex are. She was exploratory but cautious; she wanted more, but at her own pace.
Come on, let’s take a quick shower
I don’t know
Come on, get in. If you really don’t like it I’ve got two towels in there and you can just hop out.
Ok…OK, let’s do it.
I ushered her into my ample bathroom. Krys went for the lights but I quickly flicked them back off.
No, no, no
I approached her and eased her shirt up and over her head. With it strewn across the floor I moved forward and pressed her against my sink, planting soft full kisses across her neck and clavicle. I worked the clasp her bra releasing her glorious chest. With one hand holding her against me and the other reaching into caress her ass, I sucked on her chest and coaxed her nipples to full attention.
I made short work of her pants and reached across the room to start running the water. Krys pulled me back and with a touch of shyness began undressing me. She swiftly worked my shirt off but paused when she approached my jeans. She undid the buttons to my pants and paused before diving in to retrieve my engorging cock. Krys held my member in her hand and explored it gently and probingly as I kicked off the rest of my clothes.
I led us into the shower and placed Krys directly under the showerhead. I leaned in and kissed her. I retracted right as our tongues began dancing.
See what I mean?
She laughed in response.
Let’s try something new?
Well I’ve gone down on you, so I’d love for you to go down on me
Oh, I mean…I can try.
I kissed her again as a sign of reassurance and moved her hands towards my throbbing cock. Krys got down on her knees and stroked me gently, familiarizing herself with my length and girth. She began with kisses, little pecks around the head and along the length of my dick. Krys parted her lips and ran my head along them, and then she licked at the initial droplets of pre cum. She stopped and in dove onto my full length gagging violently as she reached the base
I eased out of her mouth and held her chin.
Here, let me help
I took my dick in my hands and reintroduced it to Krys’ mouth, offering only a few easy inches. With little guidance Krys caught a rhythm and sucked and licked the first half of my cock. I grabbed her hand and placed it on the second half. Krys quickened her pace and sucked with more vigor. Her enthusiasm and the voracity of her mouth sent me reeling backwards, forcing me to brace myself against the walls of the shower.
I retracted from her mouth and lowered myself to her level, easing her onto her back.
I kissed Krys deeply and pressed my pelvis against hers. I grabbed at her breast hungrily and took as much of them as I could into my mouth.
Savagely I reached passed her ass and drove my fingers into Krys’ wet pussy. She let out a grainy moan and dug her nails into my back. The harder I drilled into her; the deeper she dug and the throatier her screams became.
I grabbed my cock and placed the very tip between her lips.
Oh god, wait
I sat up and with one hand massaged her clit and the other continued to press my cock against her gooey and slippery twat.
Oh god, wait, wait, wait.
She said wait, and so we waited.
When winter break rolled around I made arrangements to see Krys. I was traveling with a fraternity brother who lived near her; we hit the road with our truck loaded with two cases of beer and a bottle of 16 year old scotch. The plan was that we would drive up and pick Krys and her smoking hot friends up and together we would drive out to party with some brothers from the BU chapter. I had my eye dead set on her best friend with whom I had been casually flirting with.
We pulled into Krys’ drive way ready to roll right back out and catch the party while things were still heating up. As it turned out all of Krys’ friends had some engagement or other to go to and none of them could make it out to the city with us! We said fuck it, packed Krys in the back seat and proceeded as planned.
The beer flowed by the keg, the music filled the entire house assaulting us from professional-grade speakers, and the scotch put us all on our asses.
By 3am the party had dwindled to a crawl and was made up of brothers and their guests. We stepped out to grab a late night bite to eat in the hopes of soaking up the alcohol. As we wobbled down the stoop and braced ourselves against the New England air Krys leaned into me
I have something to tell you
I don’t wanna say it!
One of the brothers who accompanied us interrupts
Tell him or shut the fuck up
Ok fine, I wanna kiss you.
Her comment was met with cheers and howls
Ok, that’s not a big deal.
I stopped us both in the middle of the snow covered street, grabbed her coat pockets, leaned in, and planted a full drunken kiss on her lips. We smiled and laughed about it and then she leaned in repaying the kiss. We held hands and together stormed the local convenience store.
When we got back from our food raid I led us to a corner where I could sit. Krys sat on my lap and we kissed each other, we explored each other’s likes and rhythms. I kissed patterns onto her neck, getting a feel for what subtleties set her off.
Once the night came to an absolute close we found a stretch of floor amongst the sea of bodies and set ourselves up to sleep. Krys lay on her back, using her coat for a pillow. She took deep and steady breaths and looked up at me with nervous anticipation. I eased down, finding her lips. We made out deeply, flexing, pressing, and grinding against each other like high schoolers. I wanted to tear her clothes right off but nothing about her body language seemed to indicate that she wanted me to venture any further than we already had. So I thought I’d use the power of suggestion. I placed my hand between her thighs and stroked them gently allowing my fingers to graze her still covered mound. Her back arched slightly and rubbed herself against my encroaching hand.
I took her movements as an invitation and eased my hand into her pants and worked my fingers towards the intense heat radiating from between her legs. Krys gasped into my ear and kissed my neck. I worked my middle and ring fingers round her pussy. I massaged her up and down and flicked at her clit generously. Fluids trickled from her and pooled at my hand. I turned my fingers upward to rub her g spot. Our making out muffled the intense moans that emanated from deep inside of her. I bit her lip and thrust deeper into her.
As my fingers continued to assault her insides Krys began to quiver. It started in her arms and legs as minor twitches and then worked her way into her abs as powerful contractions. Then her pussy started to pulsate, tightening and clamping around my fingers. Krys clasped her hand over her mouth as she gushed and erupted. Fluids poured from her coating my hands and soaking through her underwear. For a while she lay still, quaking from the aftershocks. I retracted my hand licking off her sweet, sweet nectar.
I met Krys toward the end of freshman year, she lived a floor below me and we had a few mutual friends. She was bubbly, innocent, and had this wet nasally voice that was somehow endearing, and suited her just fine. We exchanged a few texts over the summer, they were all very casual.
The next semester I came to discover she and I would once again be living in the same building. Krys lived in a quad with a few other girls I knew a little better and with whom I spent a good chunk of my free time. The girls were a lot of fun, all of them gorgeous, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of any of them. The more time I spent in their room, the more attracted I became to Krys. She was a brunette and had a petite dancer’s body. Krys had a flat chiseled stomach and an all natural chest that, despite its size, refused to give into gravity. They stood evenly without sagging and when she walked they giggled joyously, drawing the attention of men and women alike.
As fate would have it Krys had a falling out with her roommates. It was a dramatic, tear-filled, he said she said, affair brought on by Krys making out with one of her roommates’ crush. As a result Krys sought refuge in my room. She studied in my room, napped in my room, and took the occasional shower. It was all quite platonic at first. Then we started watching movies together, snuggling and getting cozy under my sheets. It started with just our bodies touching, and for a while it stayed there.
Glynn was the only other Latino on my hall my freshman year so I instantly took a liking to her. She grew up in the suburbs of Massachusetts and had gone to the same school her whole life. Having grown up surrounded by the same guys for 18 years, Glynn had basically zero experience with guys. She was awkward in a sort of delightfully childish way, but really approachable. And best of all she lived right across the hall.
She stood at no taller than 5’8’’ and had a toned tennis body. She had a flat tummy, a tight little waist, and a bubble butt that betrayed her Puertorican roots. Her olive complexion made my mouth water.
Our first real one-on-one encounter happened early that fall. I was getting dirty rushed by one of the popular fraternities on campus and they invited me to some party they were having off campus. The one condition being, however, that I at least bring two girls. I brought Glynn and another close friend who lived down the hall from me (more on her later). As the party was picking up, one of the brothers climbed on a table and called all the freshman guys to get the fuck out. As I made my way to the back door Glynn grabbed my arm and leaned in close so I could hear her over the din of the music.
Don’t leave me here, I’m coming with you
She grabbed my hand and laceed her fingers with mine. It was cute, in the way high school couples are cute, only…drunker.
We made it back to our dormitory, still holding hands. At this point it’s well into the early hours of the morning, we are both covered in sweat and both are just drunk enough to get really honest. We slumped down onto the floor, along the stretch of hallway between our rooms. All the other residents are either asleep or still out drinking (or fucking). It was just Glynn and I.
I wiped some sweat from my brow and absentmindedly streaked it along the wall. I sat with my legs stretched out in front of me and Glynn, with a look of caution and a hint of apprehension, draped her legs over mine. The instant she sees that wasn’t gonna shoo her away or make her feel uncomfortable for this one act of flirtation, she literally settled down. Her shoulders slumped, she relaxed, and smiled.
Can I ask you something?
Yeah, go ahead.
Why is it that it takes you being drunk to flirt back with me?
What do you mean?
Glynn, let’s be real, I hit on you on like a daily basis. You’re always nice to me but you never flirt back and now you’re definitely being flirty.
She blushes, but says nothing
It’s not a bad thing, believe me, I like it. I’m into you. But I guess the question is: is this a drunken Glynn thing or is this how you lure all the guys in? You keep’em wanting more until you can corner them into the end of a hall way so you can have your way with them.
She laughs and smiles
I don’t know.
Glynn worked her way up the wall. As she stood she straightened out her dress. I stayed seated, disappointed in my complete inability to get this girl to be into me. I looked up at Glynn, we held each other’s stare for a long moment and then Glynn bent down planting a swift and airy kiss on my lips.
I stayed on the floor until I heard the click of her lock.
As is often the case in college, Glynn and I never talked about that night. Not once. We went about as friends but at a very measured and calculated distance. And then I stopped seeing her altogether. She was only around the dorm during the academic day, but once the weekend hit no one, not even her close girl friends, saw her.
One Friday night I was staying in trying to get some work done before my lacrosse game the next morning and I sat at my desk with the door open. Overwhelmed by terms and dates I took a deep sigh and peered out my door. Sitting at her desk was Glynn, she was dressed in a lovely red dress that came to mid thigh, her hair was perfectly curled, and her makeup was done just so, that even if you stared at her you’d have no inkling that she was wearing any. She looked stunning.
As she sat she adjusted her shoes. From where I sat I could peer right up her dress and could see her tanned thighs give way to a pair of lacy red underwear. I stared shamelessly and envisioned myself taking them off or reaching in to discover what delicacies laid behind them.
You look good, where are you headed?
I’m heading out to a cocktail. Actually can I talk to you?
She stepped into my room and closed the door behind her. Glynn looked at me with a scrunched face.
It’s about a guy, is that weird? Like, does this make you uncomfortable?
Uh nah, no. Talk to me, what’s up?
I’m going to a cocktail with this guy I really like. I’m sorry, are you sure this isn’t weird?
No, it’s ok. Keep going.
I lied again. I needed to measure my competition.
Ok. Well, I really like him. We’ve hooked up a few times. Nothing too crazy I promise.
Hey your body, your rules babe. You don’t need to justify yourself to me. But what’s the problem, what do you need me for?
Well that’s the thing, I’m…
Glynn took a deep breath and fiddled with her hemline
I feel like he’s gonna wanna do more. And that’s ok, I wanna do more too. I just don’t really know what I’m doing.
She gave me a look of unadulterated innocence and simplicity. In that moment, all dolled up like she was, you would have thought she was just a little girl playing dress up.
So you’re a virgin?
Yeah. I’m a virgin.
You say it like it’s a disease.
I don’t know. Does that make me a prude?
No! Not at all, what it makes you is a virgin.
She laughed and sighed with relief.
Ok. Well then what do I do? Like, how can I be sexy without having had any experience and without being a slut?
Sometimes you just got to go for it. You know, balls to the wall. Fuck it, if you’re feeling it then go get it.
What do you mean?
Just go for it. Take some control.
I stepped to her and placed my right hand on her waist. I pressed my head against hers waiting on any signs of hesitance, discomfort, or unease. She held her breath. From her emanated the gentle scent of a sweet and subtle fragrance. Intoxicating.
I pressed her against the edge of my desk, and slid my left hand up her dress. My fingertips ran the course along the raised lacy border between her underwear and her soft legs. I grabbed her ass and set myself squarely between her legs. Her move, I waited for her reaction. She exhaled and licked her lips.
Sorry I don’t want to be late
This time I waited for the click of my own door.
Glynn and I fell out as friends by the end of the year. We saw increasingly less of each other, things remained pleasant, but that measured distance grew. The school year ended, summer came, summer went, and then I was right back on campus ready for a new school year.
I reconnected with drinking buddies and old friends. That first night I stormed the halls of my new dormitory with my friend Rachel (more on her later) looking for fun people to booze it with. As we rushed passed the common room back to Rachel’s room I saw a sliver of paper with Glynn’s name on it. She was gonna be living less than 20 feet from me.
It took nearly two months for me to see Glynn again. She was busy rushing one of the top sororities on campus and I was filling my time drinking, fucking, and school work. It was a Saturday; I was out with my usual cast of characters on our way to a friend’s off-campus party. We had pre-gamed and were running a solid buzz, the kind that leaves you with a fuzzy lag, making everything seem slower, and gives you that warm feeling that convinces you that this night will be a great one. Our small college town was bustling, young people moving about loudly and with intent. Flocks of scantily clad and overly well-dressed co-eds looking for cheap drinks and easy lays.
When I bumped into Glynn it took me a few seconds to recognize who she was. She was sweaty and giddy and dressed in a ridiculous neon duck-tape get-up. It must have had to do with some absurd sorority thing. But behind the silly outfit her effortless sexiness shone; in fact, the rolling beads of sweat made her look that much more radiant.
Oh my god, Hey! How are you?
Good, good. Where are you going?
I could smell the sweet scent of some fruity cocktails on her breath and she was by herself.
I don’t really know.
Oh ok, well you can come with us if you want.
No, that’s ok. Do you mind walking me home?
I waved my friends away and told them I’d text them and meet up with them as soon as I dropped her off.
She directed me through the basement of our building and right up to her door. She fiddled with her keys (to this day I couldn’t tell you where she had kept them), but once she managed to get the door open she paused and stood between me and her door way.
You wanna come in?
Sure, are your roommate’s home?
No I don’t think so.
We walked into her dark room. She lived in a quad which bore all of the touches of four sorority girls: Greek lettering everywhere, decorative pillows by the dozen, and a chaos born from scattered shoes and make up. I took a seat in a plush chair that they kept lodged between two desks. Glynn ran her hands through my hair.
I’m gonna use the bathroom, give me like ten seconds.
She walking into her small bathroom and ran the sink. When she came out she no longer had any makeup on and the glitter that was smattered across her face and chest was gone.
Can you do me a favor?
Can you cut me out of this thing?
We both laughed. She walked over to her desk fumbled through drawers looking for a pair of scissors. Her duck-tape dress was such that it rode up her legs revealing her cute ass. She was wearing a tiny green thong. I managed to avert my eye as she turned and brought me a pair of scissors.
Ok, don’t move, I don’t wanna cut you.
I cut in as straight a line as possible along the side of the dress. Once I was done Glynn quickly grabbed onto the now dismantled dress
She laughed and I made a show of covering my eyes with both hands.
When I opened my eyes she was standing in front of me running her hands through my hair in nothing but her underwear. Her summer tan perfectly complimented the lace of her thong, making the green glow in the near absolute darkness of her room. She wore a black sheer bra which gave her petite breast the right amount of lift.
This is my ‘fuck me’ bra
I smiled, it was all the permission I needed.
I ran my hands up her calves savoring the contour of her legs. Glynn leaned forward and I kissed her stomach, forming circles around her navel. Once my hands reached the upper most regions of her thighs I could feel the intense heat emanating from between her legs. I cupped her ass, moving my fingers underneath her thong. I started to ease it off, planting kisses along her hip bones, working downward towards the inviting heat.
Once the thong reached the floor Glynn worked to step out of it. I caught her leg and placed it over my shoulder. I was not going to waste any time; I wanted to devour her. She was perfectly shaved, and from her pussy emanated a sweet and natural smell. It was both inviting and invigorating. I began kissing her mound and lapping at her clit. Still holding her ass I angled her so I could work my tongue between her lips. Her juices flowed gently into my mouth and dripped down her legs.
I’m a messy eater.
I looked up and her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly ajar. She let out the quietest of moans and quivered every time I flicked her clit.
I set her leg down and stood up. We both paused to take in the scene. We were both buzzing from the night’s drinking, she was naked with her pussy dripping and I had a bulge crying out for release. I rushed forward and kissed her deeply. I took both of her wrists and pinned them to the stretch of wall between the bathroom and her bed. I kicked her legs apart to give me the best room for what I wanted to do to her. I slid the middle and ring fingers of my free hand and vigorously massaged her g-spot. Glynn writhed against my hand. Our kissing muffled her groans.
She pushed me off panting. Glynn hastily pulled me to her bed and pushed me onto her plush mattress. She worked the button and zipper to my jeans swiftly. She didn’t bother to remove my jeans; instead she paused and stroked my engorged member. She worked my shaft gently exploring its full length and girth. She pulled my cock from my boxers and began kissing it. Glynn kissed the tip and set a trail of kisses along the length of my dick. She took me into her mouth, her tongue danced around the head of my cock sending waves of euphoria up my abdomen and through my spine. Glynn’s mouth slid effortlessly up and down my cock. She occasionally took on my full length, which she always punctuated with a little cough and an upward glance. I could have exploded every single time.
I can’t believe I’m doing this
We can stop if you want. I can go home
She kept playing with my dick. Her tongue licked the pre-cum that trickled from it, and her hand cupped my balls massaging them slowly.
No, no, stay.
She climbed over me kissing me. I adjusted her legs to angle myself perfectly, my dick quivered with anticipation. I suckled her tits and flicked her nipples. I placed my hands on her waist onto eased her onto my cock, we were both so soaked I slid right in. I felt her pussy pulse, gripping and releasing my dick in pleasurable waves. I grabbed her ass and bounced her on me to establish a rhythm. Glynn slid all the way up my dick, just short of me exiting her, and then she would crash down, driving me right back into her. She then sat squarely on me with my member’s entire length inside her. Glynn shifted her hips forward and back.
You. Are. So. Deep.
She kept moaning; her groans punctuated each rhythmic sway. Glynn grabbed onto her tits, squeezing them and pressing them against herself. She picked up speed, violently stuffing every inch of me into her tight and soaked pussy. Her groans became louder, Glynn pressed one palm against my chest and covered her mouth with her other hand. She collapsed onto my chest, her breathing was labored.
I turned us both over so that she lay on her back and I stood off the edge of the bed. I grabbed her and scooted her forward so that I could easily ram into her. Glynn said nothing, just took deep breaths. We locked eyes, and as we did I massaged her clit with the tip of my cock. I flicked it and circled it with the head of my member and watched her writhe. I then started entering slowly and gently and then retracting. I quickened my pace, slamming into her aggressively. I held her legs to make sure she didn’t inch away as I pounded into her.
I felt my dick swell and contract, and so I slowed down but continued to drive into her, stuffing my full length into her pussy. I felt my climax well up inside me. My fingers tingled and I felt light headed.
Glynn I’m gonna come.
Come, come, please come.
Her whimper was all I needed to send me over the edge. I powered into her one final time, bursting inside her. I laid on her and placed gentle kisses on her lips and neck as my dick released and quivered inside of her.
Glynn smiled. Her face was covered in sweat and her hair disheveled.
Did we just fuck?
Yup, we just fucked.
She reached down between her legs and rubbed the trails of cum that leaked from her into her pussy.
You made a big mess in me.