My First Semester at College Ch. 01

Hey it's me, Suzy, again.

If you've been reading my prior stories, you've already read about me giving my first blow job, eating my first cum, and my first time going all the way. While I probably wouldn't have admitted it at the time, by the time I graduated High School I WAS a total cum slut.

Like you've also likely already read, after that first time I gave head to my boyfriend, I realized that I loved cock. Within a few weeks of that I'd eaten my first load of cum, and I took to it like a duck to water. Like I said, after I swallowed that first load I couldn't help myself. I had to have cum, and within a week or so I must have converted the little guilt I still must have been feeling to the horny feeling I still get today when I think of sucking cock and eating a nice warm, gooey load of cum.

I'd probably have happily gone on just doing oral, maybe forever, if I hadn't decided to treat my boyfriend and "go all the way" for a graduation present. After that first time at my friends cabin, we both graduated and got summer jobs. We still saw each other at least 3-4 times a week, and fucked "properly" about half of those (Although I'd almost always beg him to finish in my mouth, and he usually would comply). By mid-June there was no more discomfort, and by the 4th of July I was actually enjoying "straight sex" enough to initiate. Some time in there we got into the habit of either 69'ing, or having him eat me to a small orgasm first, and then getting down to business. It was even better that way, as I'd often cum again, usually harder, once he entered me. By the end of July this series of progressions had me coming on him as he fucked me with his hard, condom covered cock, at least once, almost every time we "did it." A few times I even got off two or three times before he came. Now THAT was cool!

And then college started, and I moved away to my school, and he moved away to his. I had a cramped old dorm room that I shared with another girl, Lisa. The dorm sucked, but Lisa was cool. She was a sophomore, so she was able to show me the campus, and tell me what classes to take, who to avoid, etc. It was all new and exciting, and I was enjoying myself, but I was horny . . . all the time.

I'd tried since before graduation to convince myself that I loved my boyfriend, and I DID miss him. But I missed his cock and cum more than I missed him personally. He came down to see me for a weekend and Lisa was good enough to stay out most of the time while we holed up and sucked and fucked like bunnies, but then he was gone again, and again I needed a nice hard cock to suck and a nice warm, gooey load of cum to eat.

Lisa and I had talked about sex before, and we really talked about it after that weekend. She couldn't believe that I really liked sucking cock, she said she did it only if she "had to," and she was incredulous that I would actually swallow cum, let alone enjoy it. She said I was the only girl she knew that liked "that," and that if word ever got out, there would be a line of guys at our door a mile long. She also confessed that she'd not really been asleep when I'd come in late Saturday night, and she had laid in her bed listening to my boyfriend and I fucking and sucking.

Then she learned that I wasn't on the pill, and she freaked. She literally dragged my ass over to the clinic to get my prescription, and insisted that I begin immediately. I assured her that I always made my boyfriend wear a rubber. And besides, you can get pregnant from eating cum. She insisted that condoms can break, and that if a cock was ever going inside me again I needed a "back-up" plan.

Now when I got to college I was already about 5 lbs overweight (OK, probably more like 10), but I thought my boobs were so big that the average weight didn't apply to me, as they had to weigh 5 lbs each. Thing was, the pill also made me gain weight, so within a month I'd gained another 5+ lbs, and by the time I went home for Christmas, I'd put on about 10 more lbs. I can't blame it all on the pill I guess, as I was also eating lots of stuff I probably shouldn't have (besides cum). On the plus side, it also made my boobs grow more. After the second week on the pill, I was using the last set of hooks on the band of my bra, and it was still snug. When Lisa saw me getting dressed one day she informed me that my bra was clearly the wrong size, and insisted that we go get me fitted properly as soon as I was out of my afternoon class.

Lisa took me out to the west side of town, to a store called the Bra Boutique, and the old woman there (with huge boobs herself) measured me what seemed like a dozen different ways, before upgrading my 32DD to a 34F/FF. At first I was mortified, thinking anything bigger than a DD that you could buy at the mall, must be freakishly big, but Lisa assured me that guys didn't know the meaning of too big when it came to boobs, and those that thought so, had just never been with a big bobbed girl. I've since found that to be true. Ahh, my friend Lisa, wise beyond her years.

The new bra was so comfortable that I didn't even mind that it made most of my tops fit kinda tight, and the guys I met didn't seem to mind either.

Lisa had also tried to talk me into cheating on my boyfriend for the first few weeks after his visit. She said I had to know that he was chasing other girls at his school, and that I should do the same. She even had a couple of the guys she brought over tell me how they had a friend who really wanted to meet me. I also had a couple guys a week asking me out between classed, but I always politely declined, saying I already had a boyfriend.

Horny as I was, I just couldn't bring myself to even go to dinner or the movies with someone else. Then the third or fourth Sunday after his visit, I called my boyfriend and some squeaky voiced bitch, who said her name was Heather, answered his phone. She said he was in the shower, and she'd be glad to take a message. I told her no thanks, hung up, and burst into tears. I was still crying when Lisa walked in, and when I told her what had happened she hugged me and told me it was OK. When I was all cried out, she told me that I probably didn't want to hear it, but she knew my boyfriend was cheating on me, but that I ought to get back on the horse, and go have some fun. She also said she knew just the guys. I told her I didn't know, but she just told me to go shower and she'd find us something to wear, and take care of everything.

When I got out of the shower, Lisa was all tarted up, in a yellow spaghetti strapped top and mini-skirt and there was my short royal blue, tie-neck, sun dress and black heels on my bed. "Put it on hun" Lisa said, "the guys will be here any minute." I headed for my undies drawer, but Lisa stopped me. "Not tonight hun - we're going commando" she giggled, pulling up her skirt to flash me her hairy crotch.

"Look" I said "I just wanna get some panties" I protested.

"Trust me," Lisa said, "just put on the dress.

I reluctantly complied and was just doing the strap on the second shoe when there was a knock at the door. I stood up to avoid accidently flashing my pussy to whoever was there, and as I did so Lisa flung the door open. There stood Jeff, the guy she'd brought back to the room last Wednesday night, and a guy who introduced himself as Wayne. Wayne was cute, a little taller than my now ex-boyfriend, and seemed nervous, which made him even cuter. He seemed to be having a hard time looking me in they eye, but was obviously trying.

Jeff gave me one look and said "nice nipples Suzy" and he and Lisa burst out laughing, I looked down to see my hard as a rock nipples pointing out through my dress like I was a bronze statue. When I looked up at Wayne his face was beat red, and he looked away. I felt like I was going to cry again, but then I started laughing along with Jeff and Lisa instead. "Shower must have been colder than I realized" I giggled. More laughing. "But none of this would happen if Lisa would let me wear a bra" I exclaimed in mock outrage, and this time even Jeff laughed.

After some small talk, the guys escorted us to Jeff's car, a big old 4-door sedan, with a roomy back seat. Wayne sat on one side, I sat on the other, and neither of us said a word, as Lisa did all the talking while Jeff drove. Lisa said my cheater ex-boyfriend had just broke my heart, so everyone was to be extremely nice to me all night, and I almost cried again. Then Lisa told Wayne that if he played his cards right Suzy might even make you a revenge fuck. Both Wayne and I blushed at that. Before Lisa could say anything else to make someone feel uncomfortable, Jeff asked if we were hungry. Lisa said no, lets just go dancing. Jeff said sure and soon we were at a club. Wayne was on his best behavior, and offered me his arm as we crossed the parking lot. I took it, and noticed he was stiff as a board. He was just as uncomfortable with this as I was. I wondered why he was even doing this.

Once inside we sat at a table in the corner, and Wayne offered to get me a drink. Lisa told him she wanted a piña colada, and I'd have the same. I'd never drank in a real club before, and wondered if I'd get in trouble, but then Wayne was back and I was sucking on the sweet milky treat. Jeff took Lisa out to the dance floor, and Wayne drank his beer as he patiently waited for me to finish my drink. It had been 3 or 4 songs, and Lisa still wasn't back, so I drank the other half of her's too.

Finally, after 5 or 6 songs, Wayne asked me if I wanted to dance. The next couple songs were fast, and I could feel my big braless boobies bouncing around in my dress as we danced, but I had a nice buzz on and was finally starting to feel a little better, so I didn't really care. Then they played a slow jam, and Wayne pulled me in close and we just hugged and swayed there on the dance floor. It felt nice to be held close by a man, and Wayne liked it to. I knew because I could feel it, literally, right against my tummy. We stayed just like that for the next song too, and then Wayne slowly lead me back to our table with me in front, and him and his hard cock rubbing against my ass the whole way.

Once back at the table, he sat down first, and asked if I wanted to sit on his lap. I looked down, and said, "if I do, you may never be able to walk out of here." He laughed and I did too, and I sat next to him. We talked a little about where we were from, what we were studying, etc. Then he suddenly got serious and told me, that he'd seen me around, and had wanted to ask me out, but figured I was out of his league. (that made me feel pretty good - I didn't even know I was in a league) He didn't know I was the girl he was going to see that night, he was just doing Jeff a favor. So when the door opened and I was the girl he was going out with, he was shocked, and kinda freaked out. He then looked me right in the eyes and said, "I'm really sorry about . . . everything" I thought I was going to lose it and start crying again, so I just hugged him tight and buried my face in his shoulder.

"Thank you" I whispered in his ear, and he just hugged me back tighter.

It felt so good. So secure. So warm. I laid my woozier head on Wayne's shoulder and ran my fingernails up and down his back. Damn, he had broad shoulders. . . and a nice long back. I was beginning to feel good again, and my mind drifted to his cock. I knew he liked me, I'd felt it. I wondered what it looked like. And what it felt like. And how it tasted. Oh my God that though made my mouth water, and suddenly I was getting wet just hugging this guy I'd just met, and thinking about his cock.

About that time Jeff and Lisa came back, and asked how we were doing. I looked up at her and smiled and told her "just fine." She looked at her drink, nodded and smiled, then said, "well we're almost ready to go, just a couple more songs, OK?" I said fine, and she dragged Jeff back out to the dance floor.

Wayne asked if I wanted to dance anymore, and I said, I was fine just like I was. He chuckled and said "you have no idea." I laughed at that too. Then pulled him closer, laid my head back on his shoulder and resumed my pondered naughty thoughts as I absent mindedly stroked Wayne's back with my nails until Jeff and Lisa came back. When they finally walked up, Wayne quickly pulled his hands off my ass. I don't really remember him groping me, but I sure remember him jerking them away, like he was caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Lisa shot me a knowing glance, and Jeff just looked at Wayne and shook his head.

Lisa grabbed me and said we needed to go to the ladies room before we left, and I reluctantly went along. Once there, she asked me if I liked Wayne. I told her he was nice, and she asked "are you gonna do him?" I'm sure I blushed as I told her I wasn't sure. She said she thought I should. A good fuck was just what I needed. I wasn't so sure, and was about to tell her so when she said, "well Wayne's tent must have deflated by now," and lead me back to the guys, who met us near the front door.

Then we were in the car on the way home, and this time, I was snuggled up with Wayne, more on his side than even in the middle. The whole time I just closed my eyes and imagined freeing his cock, and then licking and sucking it. How it would feel. How it would taste. How long it would take me to make him cum. My little fantasy had me going so good that I was almost drooling out of both sets of lips.

When we got back, Lisa said, "well thanks guys, that was just what we needed" Jeff said, "what, not even a goodnight kiss?" and Lisa said "well, maybe Wayne can help Suzy back to our room, and once they're gone, who knows." Wayne said, he'd be glad to, and began helping me out of the car. I wasn't really drunk, and could have gone alone, but was happy to have Wayne coming with me. About half way there, I realized we'd be alone in my room and that sobered me up a bit. Was he going to want to come in? Should I invite him in? Would I give him a goodnight kiss? Would I give him more? My head started swimming, just as we got to the door, and I struggled to get out my key and open it. Wayne put his hand on mine, and helped me turn the door knob, and then I just leaned up and kissed him as we kinda fell through the door.

Oh my God he was a good kisser, better than what's-his-name, and so forceful. He groped my ass, and this time I knew it, as I ground myself against him, feeling his hardening cock against my tummy again, as each of our mouths explored the others. Finally I pulled away to catch my breath and he immediately let go of me and began saying, "I'm sorry . . . so sorry . . . I shouldn't have done that."

I looked up at him, almost hurt, and said, "you don't have to be sorry, I want this," and then I leaned up and began kissing him again. We made out for what seemed like ever, him rubbing my bare ass through my short dress, my squirming my body against his, loving the feel of his hardness against me as we kissed. Finally he pulled back, picked me up, carried me to my bed and laid me down on my back. Then he slowly and deliberately pulled down the top of my dress, exposing the tops of my cleavage. Then my right nipple popped out and he immediately put his mouth on it.

I could feel my clity tingle as he sucked my tittie, and then his hand was groping the other nipple too. I just laid back, panting, enjoying the feeling of my breasts being ravaged by this new guy, who was now alternating his mouth from one boob to the other, and muttering "so good," "so beautiful," "so perfect," as he devoured my chest.

Ultimately, I got his shirt off, and then pulled myself up and kissed him deeply again, smashing my now hard slobbery nipples against his bare chest. Wow, that felt nice. I rolled him over on his back and sat up, my ass on his tenting crotch, my big boobs hanging above him. Then he sat up too, burying his face in my chest. I grabbed the back of his head and held him tight to my cleavage, until I was sure he was going to suffocate, but when I released him, he just kept licking and kissing and sucking my breasts, all over. It was fun, but I also was feeling his cock through his pants, and from the gnawing feeling in my stomach I knew I had to have his cock. I maneuvered our intertwined bodies to the edge of the bed and then I reluctantly climbed off him standing next to the bed.

"Are you OK?" he sweetly inquired, and I just smiled and nodded my head. I wanted him to sit up, so I could kneel between his legs and give him head, but he had other ideas it seems. He also stood, then he grabbed my upper arms, and sat me down on the edge of the bed, my bare chest and hard nipples making my clity throb as his crotch stared invitingly at my face. I reached for his pants, and he quickly assisted, shucking his pants to below his knees in a matter of seconds. He was wearing black bikini briefs, and the top couple inches of his beautiful, pre-cum drooling, cock, was sticking up above the thin waist band, the straining shaft doing all it could to pull away from his lean body against the force of the stretched elastic. My cum hungry mouth flooded with saliva when I saw that, and I leaned in to devour him, when he stopped me.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

I just smiled and leaned in, my tongue outstretched to lap up his leaking pre-cum.

"Mmmmmm" I moaned, nodding as I looked up at him, savoring his taste.

"Aaagghhhh" he groaned, and I encased the tip of his straining shaft in my wet little mouth. My swirling tongue loving the feel of his silky hardness as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked to see if I could get any more pre-cum out of him.

I pushed his undies down as I began slowly bobbing my mouth on his cock, gradually taking him deeper and deeper in my mouth until I could finally feel him against the back of my throat. Then I slowly expelled him entirely, leaning back a little to finally see all of him in the dimly lit room. Only by the light of the lamp on the study desk I could see him dimly, but it was enough to know that he was a little longer than my ex, and looked considerably thicker.

Wayne looked down and smiled at me and said "you like?"

I just licked my lips, nodded and next thing I knew I was slurping up and down his wonderful hard cock, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth. It definitely was fatter than my ex's, and I began flexing my thighs, to make myself cum as I ground my boobs against his bare thighs while I just went crazy on his cock with my mouth. When he started to moan I realized I too was moaning, around his hard thick shaft. Finally I could take no more, I had to taste his cum, and I told him so. I begged him to "cum for me," "To feed me his cum," to "hurry up and cum in my mouth," and I felt like such a slut doing it that my pussy began to spasm as I rammed his hard-on against the inside of my cheek, pressing it out in a way only a true cum slut can.

I kept nursing his lovely cock as I started to cum, when suddenly, he groaned "I'm gonna cum."

I managed to get his head on the middle of my tongue, and just used the flat of my tongue to stroke the underside of his engorged dick, as I felt the first volley splatter against the back of my throat. Then another and another. My own orgasm was kinda distracting me, but was also becoming harder as I felt Wayne's fat hard cock cumming in my mouth. By the 4th or 5th shot, I had to start swallowing to make room, and he still gave me a few more spurts, as my own cum continued. Finally, my orgasm subsided and I pulled my mouth off his now deflating cock and looked up at Wayne.

"Damn, Suzy, that was the best blow job I've ever had - thank you." he said, and then, almost as an afterthought, he asked "can I do anything for you now?"

"That's OK, you just did" I said, a shit eating grin n my face.

He looked at me confused, and then his look changed to disappointment.