Where it happened: University
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I was 17 years old at Queen’s University in Kingston where I was
very attracted to this gorgeous Italian guy. He was very tall and very
muscular (but not muscle-bound) which thrilled me as I am quite
petite (5’4″). He was always very shy and interested in chatting
with me about his books and essays, always meeting up with me at
the library or in a study hall.
One night, I went to his little apartment where we talked about
Plato’s Republic and drank Kamikazees on his couch. Soon, he was kissing
me with his big mouth and his big hands massaging my breasts through
my sweater. I was moaning and feeling so warm when he suddenly
held both my wrists with one hand.I looked at him with shocked
but he kept kissing me, one hand holding my wrists and the other
exploring my breasts and my stomach and… soon he was groping and
reaching for my panties. I moaned “No” but I kissed his hand that
held my own. He kept whispering, “Please. I want to” while his
free hand had pulled off my panties. I was electrified when
he slipped his first finger in, his tongue in my mouth working
its way to keep kissing me while I struggled a bit to free my
two hands.
I soon came and shuddered. At that he pulled his lips away and smiled
at me. I was panting and red-faced with embarrassment looking at his
smiling face. I looked down and realised that he had a huge bulge in his
pants. When he saw me look down at him, he smiled again and pulled
off his jeans and underwear. I looked for the first time at
a fully erect young man. He had a beautiful body and his erection
looked huge. He rolled his foreskin back and forth and then pulled
one of my hands to hold him. His heat was incredible and I could now
smell his wonderful scent. Forgetting to play the shocked virgin,
I shifted closer to get a better view of his beautiful penis. He
shifted around to point it up at me, hoping that I would suck him.
But I just watched with fascination at the foreskin rolling up and
down, revealing that beautiful head. I think he got tired of waiting
for me to kiss it so got up and kneeled on the couch, pulling
his shirt up for me to get an incredibly close look at his
beautiful body. I couldn’t help myself so I kissed his belly
button and the light line of hair downwards feeling his erection
tickle my neck.
He then held my shoulders and eased me down on the couch. My heart
was racing as I thought, “This is going to happen! This is going to
happen!” He spread my legs apartment and I felt another flush of
embarrassment as he inspected me for the first time. He looked down
and probed me again with his fingers. Then he carefully laid
on top of me, pulling his shirt off and pulling my sweater up so
that my breasts were mashing against his chest. I always came right
there, feeling the heat of his erection against my belly. He lay
there for what seemed an eternity slowing pushing his erection against me.
I think we were both waiting so I eased my legs wider and he reached down
to aim his penis. I felt my nerves tingle as the big head rubbed
against my lips. He suddenly found me and starting rubbing against
the wetness. I moaned and said, “Gentle, gentle, gentle.” I looked
up at his sweet face which looked quite lost in his own joy. He held
his penis rubbing against me, paused, listened to my whispers of
“gentle” and then with one quick thrust, he pushed himself in to
his hilt.
I thought I was going to cry out with surprise and pain and joy. He felt
both wonderful and monstrous inside me. Again, for an eternity, he
did not move, his body quivering with tension, his breath gasping as he
enjoyed feeling his full length deep inside me. My hands were on
his bum, feeling it quiver, my mouth was kissing his nipples, waiting for
him to begin thrusting….
It was over too quickly. I looked down on his couch afterwards and was
red with shame and embarrassment over the blood stain I had left. He
didn’t seem to mind and for the rest of the evening, he cuddled
with me, while we read books.
The next morning, I went to his apartment and gave him his first
blowjob. I think those years at Queen’s opened up my sexual drive
because I think I made love to him at least twice a day!
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