I didn't think Jake was my type. He seemed like a typical frat boy, with an old-fashioned, Southern view on most things. Sure, he was gorgeous and just brushing against his muscular shoulders or my hip touching his strong legs was enough to send shivers down my spine and moisten my pussy lips. But I liked more attainable guys, geeky or artsy dudes.
When we first started hanging out, during my junior year in college, I thought he would be a fuck-buddy. But he grew on me. He was smart and analytical, always taking his time before he spoke on a complicated issue, and his opinions and ideas often surprised me and made me see things differently. He was thoughtful, always bringing me a drink before I knew I was thirsty, a snack before I realized I was hungry and offering his jacket to me before I felt the chill. It felt like having a pleasant father figure around always taking care of me. A sexy father figure. With a huge cock.
I have never before or since been so consistently satisfied and surprised sexually. He once made me come without touching me below the neck and shoulders. He once gave me an orgasm (it may actually have been several orgasms) that lasted more than 10 minutes. He made me squirt so often, I got used to sleeping in a puddle.
It was as if he were constructed in a factory with the goal of creating the perfect orgasm-producing machine for me. His hands, his fingers, his mind, his muscles and his long, thick, uncircumcised cock were designed to make me come. And I used that orgasm machine nearly every night - sometimes three or four times a night.
The first time we had sex, I was on the rebound. I had planned on just fooling around with Jake to forget the other guy. I figured I would give him a handjob, he would get me off with his fingers or tongue, and it would help me move on. Instead, once I held his penis in my two hands - it truly took two hands to jerk him off - I was hooked on Jake. He could have owned me, degrading me in any way he wanted. That is how much I desired him. But he didn't degrade me. He treated me like a princess. Well, a slutty, nympho princess who loves a thick cock.
My first night with him, I had an earth-shattering, full-body orgasm that left me tingling for hours. After that night, it seemed as if I was cock-drunk for weeks. I walked around campus in a daze, just thinking about the next time I could be alone with him. Sometimes, I couldn't wait until we were alone, fucking him in the college newspaper office or with our roommates able to hear our loud moans through thin walls. When I wasn't holding his cock in my hands, or trying to fit it into my mouth or having it stretch my pussy, I was plotting how to get it again.
The second time we had sex, we were working late in our college newspaper office. When the last other worker closed the door and left us alone, I could feel my labia swell and dampen. Jake just smiled at me and kept working. About 20 minutes later, he asked if I was finished. "Close," I said.
He stood behind me looking at my monitor. Just the feel of his hip against my shoulder sent goosebumps appeared on my forearms and blood engorged my clitoris. I fumbled through my final pages and turned off the computer, as I smiled at him nervously. Would he walk me home? Would he come into my apartment? Would he come inside me again?
He answered in one movement, lifting me completely out of the chair, then putting his hands under my thighs and kissing me. I locked my legs around him and wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed passionately for minutes. Red splotches appeared on my neck and my pale cheeks as I grew excited.
"Should we head to your place?" he said.
"No," I answered. "Undress me."
He placed me on a large work table, and walked toward the exit, locking the door.
By the time he came back, my sweater was off, and he had unbuttoned his shirt. The glimpse of his ab muscles sent shivers over my body. He unclasped my bra and immediately took my erect, pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily before moving on. The feel of his mouth on me washed away the worries I had about getting caught in the office. I pulled off his shirt and ran my hands over his chest and shoulders.
We kissed long and deep as he moved his hands across my breasts, down my sides and to my hips. I kicked off my shoes and helped him pull my jeans off. He stepped back and looked at me in white cotton panties and a pair of white socks. "This look is actually very sexy," he said. "Lily, the innocent-looking sexpot."
I blushed and pulled at his belt buckle, struggling until he helped me. Together, we pulled down his pants as my labia swelled and moistened in anticipation. I grabbed his shaft while he was still wiggling out of his jeans and boxers. I released a guttural "mmmmmm," as I admired his thickness, which was two handfuls even though it was only semi-erect. I wished that I had planned ahead and brought lube in my backpack. Despite my wetness, I knew Jake's girth and length would push hard against the edges of my 20-year-old pussy.
As if he read my mind, he kneeled in front of the table, yanked my underwear off and licked up and down my labia. He pulled back my clitoral hood and pressed the top of his tongue against the spot, giving me long strokes while he entered my folds with one and then two fingers. I threw back my head and moaned, rubbing my fingers through his hair. He teased me with his tongue for several minutes, stopping just as the early orgasm warning signs of heavy breathing, heart racing and loud moaning indicated I was about to explode. I let out a disappointed mumble as his warm tongue moved away, but I hoped it meant that he would soon give me his appendage that I really wanted.
He stood up, his blood-filled erection pointing upward, veins bulging and a tiny bubble of precum glistening on the tip. I sat up, grasped the shaft and stroked. I rubbed my thumb over his sensitive hole and spread the precum around the head. I stuck two fingers inside my moist folds and spread my juices along the ridge of his head and down his shaft.
