I began kissing, licking and nibbling Julie’s breasts as I continued playing with her pussy. She pulled me closer, and I began biting her nipples. I didn’t do it hard enough to leave a bruise or anything like that, but I was using my teeth in a way that had to cause a little pain every time I bit down. I began stroking her clit with my thumb as I slid one finger into her pussy.
Julie must have liked that, because she had a very strong orgasm. “Ben! Ben! Ohhhh!!!!” she cried. My dorm has thin walls and cheap doors, so I was sure my roommates must have heard Julie, but at that moment I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that Julie’s whole body was shaking from her head to her toes. It was exciting in a brand new way. I’d never had this kind of sex before. I was acting like a brute, and we both enjoyed it.
What is going on? I asked myself. Why am I being like this? Until that moment, I’d always treated women like precious creatures who needed to be treated delicately. This was the first time I’d been so rough. Why was I throwing Julie around on the bed? Why was I acting this way?
I eventually realized that my feelings for Julie had changed. I used to think of her as a sweet, innocent girl who needed to be treated with gentle, tender respect. I no longer thought of her as even slightly sweet and innocent. Have you ever heard a person described as “down to fuck”? I’d come to think of Julie as being that way.
I would never be able to forget that Julie was a girl who had gotten drunk, flashed her tits in a room full of people, then fucked a guy she just met. It seemed to me I needed to treat Julie differently than I’d treated her before. I wasn’t trying to be mean or anything. I just wanted to recognize reality and give her the kind of sex she wanted. It felt as though she needed me to be a little rougher and more forceful than I’d realized before.
She certainly seemed to enjoy this new way of having sex. Grandpa told me that some girls like to pretend they are fucktoys for their boyfriends. They enjoy imagining they are being used as sex objects. I felt like doing whatever made me feel good, and hoped she liked it.
I decided I wanted a blowjob. I’d only had a few real blowjobs. Julie had sucked my cock briefly a few times. My high school girlfriend Beth was the only woman who’d ever sucked me off, and she’d only done that a couple of times. I’d never asked a girl to blow me, figuring it was something I should let them do on their own.
At that moment, I didn’t want to wait for the day Julie decided to suck my cock. I’d just given her a first-class orgasm. Now it was Julie’s turn.
“Suck my cock,” I told her. It was an order. It was the first time I did anything like that.
I put one hand on the back of her head and shoved her down toward my lap. She didn’t resist at all, acting as though there was nothing she’d rather do at that moment than suck my dick. She began licking the head and shaft, then sucked me as deep into her mouth as she could. She bobbed her head up and down, using her hand to squeeze and stroke the part of the shaft that didn’t fit in her mouth. Julie was putting a lot of effort into sucking me, and I appreciated it.
“That feels good, Julie,” I said, caressing the back of her head. “You’re a great little cocksucker.”
Cocksucker? Why did I use that word!? I had no reason to believe Julie would appreciate me using such a dirty word to describe her. I’ve heard that some women like it when men talk dirty, but I didn’t know what Julie thought. At that moment I didn’t particularly care how she felt about being called a cocksucker. I just wanted her to keep sucking.
I’d been pretty excited before Julie began, and it didn’t take long at all before I felt an orgasm building inside me. When Beth sucked me, I always warned her before I came in her mouth. I didn’t warn Julie. Instead, I cradled her head in my hands and held her down so she couldn’t pull away when I came. I wanted Julie to get the message that I expected her to swallow my cum.
It felt fabulous when I finally climaxed. I’m sure I was especially aroused because I was “forcing” Julie to do things we’d never done. She did a great job sucking my cum right out of my balls and swallowing every drop. She kept at it until my cock was completely soft.
We weren’t finished. The room smelled like sex by then, and I felt an overpowering desire to taste Julie’s pussy. It would give me something fun to do while I waited for my cock to get hard again. I grabbed her shoulders, threw her down on her back, spread her legs forcefully, and began to eat her pussy like a starving man.
“Oh . . . my God . . . Ben!!!” she said. I reached up and squeezed her breasts – hard. Hard enough to hurt. I kept it up for long moments, enjoying how she thrashed around on the bed as I sucked, licked and nibbled all over her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and ran my tongue over it forcefully, and that made her climax again. Because my face was so close to her pussy, I was able to watch Julie’s vaginal muscles contract as she came over and over. It was indescribably exciting.
It was exciting enough to restore my erection. She was sprawled on her back recovering from her second orgasm as I crawled up the length of her body until we were face to face. I reached down, took my cock in hand, and ran it up and down the length of her slit.
“I can’t believe you have any energy left,” she said.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” I said.
She felt me put the head of my cock at the entrance to her passage and press forward. She was very wet by then, so I slipped inside with little resistance. I wasn’t being rough, but I wasn’t being gentle, either. I went in and out at a steady pace, working my cock deeper and deeper. Julie was shaking her head from side to side, gritting her teeth, and pounding on the mattress with little fists.
We did this for a while, then I got the urge to try a different position. I stopped without warning, rose up on my knees, then twisted Julie around until she was in the doggy position. Since I’d already had one orgasm, I didn’t feel a compelling need to come again immediately. But as the minutes passed and I saw that Julie was becoming more excited, I began to feel another climax growing inside me.
I wanted to make her cum again, but I thought I should be more concerned about my own needs. Julie had already climaxed twice. I’d love to make her have a third orgasm, but it no longer felt essential.
That’s when I looked down at the back of Julie’s lovely body. She was so curvy, with a narrow little waist, generous hips, and nice broad shoulders. She is a big, strong girl. Her breasts were so large I could see them swaying as I pounded into her pussy.
This angle gave me a particularly nice view of her pretty little brown butthole. Something about it looked especially alluring right then. I didn’t have a lot of experience with anal sex, but I felt a sudden urge to fuck Julie’s ass. She seemed to be very aroused right then; I felt no need to ask for consent.
I reached for my lube and applied a generous amount to her anus. Julie froze. I knew the lube must have felt cold enough that it probably startled her when she felt me rub it on her tiny little pucker. Maybe she didn’t want me to fuck her up the ass, but she must have known it was going to happen either way. I worked my pinky finger into her hole and spread the lube inside. I applied another glob of lube to my finger, then stuck it in again.
There was no way for me to tell if Julie liked what I was doing. We’d never had anal sex, and I know that a lot of girls don’t want to do it. I’d had anal sex a few times with my high school girlfriend Beth, but only after we’d been together a long time, and only after a lot of foreplay with lots of lube. With Julie I just pulled my cock out of her pussy, placed the lubricated head on top of her anus, and pushed. It took a lot of pushing because she was so tight back there, but it wasn’t long before my cock slid inside.
“Oooohhhhhhh!” she said. Julie closed her eyes and laid her head down on the bed. She made little whimpering noises as I worked my cock deeper. I pulled back a little, then pushed forward farther than before. My cock went in deeper and deeper, and it felt amazing. I especially enjoyed doing something so wild without asking permission. It felt great treating Julie this way. I was making her do what I wanted instead of worrying too much about what she thought.
My girlfriend Beth once told me that anal sex always hurt when we did it, but that she liked the pain. A little bit of pain seemed to make her pleasure more intense. Maybe that’s how Julie felt right then. She told me later that my cock was the first one to fuck her up the ass. It occurred to me that I might be taking a kind of virginity from Julie. The thought was overpoweringly exciting.
That’s what I was thinking when my climax began. I’d already shot a load of my cum down Julie’s throat, and I wondered how much I had left to shoot up her ass. It was hard for me to tell, but from the way my cock throbbed over and over, I knew I was giving Julie more than enough for her to feel. It seemed that she liked the sensation of her ass being flooded with warm wetness, because she began having another climax.
This third climax was more powerful than the first two combined. She began wailing like a car alarm. “Ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!!” she screamed. Earlier, I’d been concerned that my roommates might hear the sound of us having sex. Now I imagined that everyone in the dorm must be able to hear Julie’s loud cries.
The strong muscles of her rectum squeezed my cock again and again. It was like when her pussy throbbed around my cock, but much more powerful. It seemed that her ass muscles were trying to push me out. I had to shove forward forcefully just to stay inside.
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