Pumpin Fart (750 Words)

We bumped into each other at a house party. I was in my sophomore year of college. She was also in college, but she was an anthro TA, which meant masters candidate. She was

also

a TA who'd caught my eye. That had been a semester or two ago.

"Oh, hey!" she said. "You!" She thumped my chest with her non-beer hand. "I remember you!" She was a little drunk. I was too, but I noted that she remembered

me

.

"Yeah," I said, "I remember you, too!" Then we swayed a little while smiling stupidly at each other.

Upon reflection, I think it was her curly auburn hair and slender curves and proud breasts and hazel eyes and strong cheekbones and pouty lips and creamy complexion and plaid skirts that had caught my eye.

"Someone told me you have a big cock," she slurred.

I smirked and slurred, "And someone told me you have a hot pussy."

She cocked her head and scrunched up her eyebrows. "What? Who?"

"Uh, it was, um—well, I just made it up."

She grinned and sniggered and her head flopped forward onto my shoulder. She giggled again and said, "I was just giving you shit, man."

Her hand groped my crotch and I started getting hard very quickly. A couple of people noticed what she was doing and gave us nasty looks.

I stopped her hand and said, "look, we shouldn't be doing that here."

She raised her eyes to mine and gazed at me for a long while. Finally, she said, "I'm guessing your apartment's crap, so we'd better go to mine."

* * *

Her place was in a nice converted Victorian house. Her roommate had some friends over and they were smoking hash from a hookah. We took a couple of hits and chatted with them, then she said, "Done. I'm getting laid." She took my hand and pulled me toward her bedroom. Her roommate shouted, "have fun!"

The door was barely closed before she started stripping me. After my shirt was off she ran her hands up my abdomen and chest, then darted in to tongue my nipples. Heaven.

I tugged off her knit blouse and stopped. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were full, expectant, nippy, erect. But, honestly, it's always the underboob swell that gets me. Why is that?

She started undoing the snap on her plaid skirt. I stopped her and said, "Keep the fucking skirt on." She gave me a look. "Take my pants off," I said.

Keeping eye contact, she undid my fly and pushed my jeans down, then my underwear. When my dick popped free she looked down, then she giggled and said, "Wow, Professor Simmons wasn't exaggerating!"

I pushed her onto the bed. She pulled up her knees. I grabbed the hem of her panties and tugged. Once they were off, I stopped. She had the most beautiful gash I had ever seen. The lips were flush and glistening with arousal. The hairs of her fulgurant, deep-red bush rimmed the labia.

"Fuckin' Jesus."

She just grinned and said, "suck it, bitch." That was enough: I went downtown on her.

My mouth was on the best slit I'd ever tongued. Sweet and pungent; it was basically umami on steroids. It was like licking a bowlful of raw oysters, and they were fighting back. She was bucking against my intrusion. I grabbed her thighs and pushed them apart to get my tongue deeper into her. She soon reached her apex. She cried out.

I never had a gush of woman cum inundate my mouth like this before. My failure? Perhaps. But, Jesus, she came like a fucking demon.

Mouth sopping slick, I flopped onto my back and said, "get on!" She popped up and mounted me. I sank into her hole. I started bucking into her, like, a lot.

"Ohh, cripes!" she said. "So big!"

Her hot hole was so wet and tight. Her eyes lustily, drunkenly looked into mine. Her pussy gripped me. It didn't last long enough. I was soon spewing a fat load into her.

"'S'okay," she murmured, flopping off me. "We'll have a morning fuck, big dick. Night-night."

We lay on the bed breathing heavily. A cat jumped up and padded its way first over her body and then over mine. It came up and sniffed my face before deciding to curl up in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

"Cute," I said. "What's its name?"

She mumbled, "Pumpkin Fart."