Where it happened: his apartment
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
I’m not. But perhaps I was at the time. I was a freshman at college, away from home. He was a senior. I had had a couple of boyfriends, but had never gotten beyond heavy petting. He had a serious girlfriend back home. His girlfriend knew it was hard to be faithful, so she had given him permission to have a girlfriend on campus, as long as no intercourse was involved. I was that campus girlfriend.
It was a fun relationship, in part because I knew he could not pressure me too much to have sex. It is not that I had any particular objection to having sex. I just wanted to be sure that I was ready, and since I wasn’t sure yet, it was awfully nice knowing that my boyfriend was bound by his commitment to his girlfriend not to pressure me.
Not having sex did not mean not having fun. We had a lot. In fact, we spent most of the semester we were dating naked in his apartment, cuddling and sleeping together (without sex) and so forth. I got quite good at giving blow jobs, and he got quite good at giving me cunnilingus. It never occurred to me that this might constitute sex, and in any event his actions implied that his girlfriend would not consider it to be sex.
Of course, it was impossible to keep the “have no sex” bargain, and he began to ask me to have sex. He really needed something more than a blow job. He needed to be inside me. He loved me! His girl back home would never know. Yes, he laid it on thick. But I had gotten used to our “sexless” relationship, and had no desire to change it. So each time he started his spiel, I said no.
Then one night, as we were sleeping together naked on his bed, I felt him stir. It was clear he was looking me over, and then I felt his hands kneading my butt. I was tired and pretended to sleep, but I must say it felt good. And then I felt him spread my cheeks and apply the softest pressure on my asshole. I went into shock. But I lay perfectly still. And then it hit me what was happening: he was licking my asshole. And it felt really nice! Gross, when I thought about it. But then it was his tongue down there, not mine!
He kept at it for a few minutes, all the while working a finger or two into my pussy, and rubbing my clit a bit too. I can’t tell you how hot I was getting. But I just lay there, still pretending to be asleep, though I knew an orgasm would eventually give me away. I was tingling so much all over that I did not notice at first that his tongue was no longer on my back hole, but that something else – a finger I suppose – was now rubbing the hole and then was pressing into it. That felt strange, but it did not hurt. His finger was so moist with his spit and my pussy juice that it went in easily.
And then I felt him climb on top of me. So far so good, since I still had no idea what he was up to. He placed his pecker in the crack of my ass, which was very wet, and slid up and down, moaning softly. The head of his beast paused each time it passed my rosebud, but then kept going. His breath was warm in my ear. And then he whispered to me that he had the perfect solution to our dilemma. He could be inside me, and yet preserve his promise to his girlfrined not to have intercourse, and preserve my virginity to boot. Since I was supposedly asleep I said nothing, hoping that silence – lack of assent — would deter him. But it did not.
The bad news is it hurt. The good news is that I came as he was pressing his way into me, in spite of the pain. And the rally good news is that it was over in no more than two or three thrusts. The next day, he asked me to do it again. I said no. We never did it again. And we broke up shortly thereafter.
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