My college girlfriend Lauren was really horny all the time and she really liked to push it to the edge with our fuck adventures.
A stunning brunette, Lauren was very curvaliscious. Her tits were well into D-cup territory - DOUBLE D if anything; very full and VERY firm – solid the way only a young girls' tits can be - with fairly large nipples just a few shades darker than her all-over tan. She had a nice round ass, and a nice, shapely pair of legs she liked to wrap around me when we fucked.
Lauren had a terrific pussy, with the fat kind of pussylips that suck the sperm right out of your dick. Looking at her straight on when she was naked, it was like a straight line down there, with just her fat little clitty poking out; her inner lips didn't protrude at all. And her pussy hair was great - nice and straight; she wasn't shaved or anything, she didn't have to; it was like, absolutely minimal - as nice as it gets in the natural department.
Lauren was about 5'8", slim and to me she was just about the best looking girl in a school that was full of good-lookers; what I'd call 10s. Unlike her counterparts who for the most part had that stuck-up sorority-girl attitude, Lauren was cheerful and friendly and seemed genuinely eager to please; both in and out of the bedroom.
She was willing and able to do anything and everything, and when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING. By that stage in the game I had been around the block a few times but in my experience, Lauren gave the best blowjobs ever.
Lauren liked sucking cock almost to the exclusion of any and all other sexual pleasure. Not that I had any complaints; I'd simply never had the privilege of being on the receiving end of a true Blowjob Queen and that's what Lauren was, apparently; more than full-on sex itself she loved having me cum all over those fabulous chest monsters of hers. Lauren sucked cock like she worshiped it.
In between marathon episodes of sucking my tool straight into her mouth, for variation and to give herself some jaw relief Lauren had this routine where she'd run her wet tongue down the underside of my rod to lick one of my balls, then back up to the sweet spot at the base of my shaft, then back down to the other ball, then all the way back up to the top of my cock, nibbling and licking with lips and tongue all the way.
It was pure, sweet, delicious sexual torture for me to endure to the point where she'd start jacking me off all over her outstretched tongue.
Lauren was such a sweet little cocksucker.
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Lauren lived nearby; a couple of towns over from college and very soon after we started dating she started taking me over to her house.
When she introduced me to her mother my reaction was 'Oh, no, here we go, now I'm trapped into something,' - the typical male reaction. I called her Mrs. Leblanc and was the model gentleman with her daughter whenever she was around. But that didn't stop us having sex. Sex with Lauren was beyond good it was fantastic and we always had a lot of sex; right under her mother's roof, right under her mother's nose in fact.
Lauren and her mom had one of those relationships girls sometimes have with their moms, you know; where they're "friends", they borrow each other's clothes, go out together. Lauren called her mom Shirley half the time, and in many ways they were more like sisters than mother and daughter.
This dynamic sort of fed into a slutty vibe that permuated the place. Lauren seemed to revel in her mother seeing her as sexual a being as possible, and Mrs. Leblanc responded with these knowing looks; like it was an inside joke what a fuckbunny her daughter was.
I put it down to her mother trying to relive a bit of her youth; trying to recapture the flame. At the time I had no idea how close to the truth I was, and when the truth eventually revealed itself to me it totally blew my young mind.
Like I said, Lauren was on some kind of quest to establish herself as the Slut of the Year in her mother's eyes. In fact the first time I was over to their place, after the introductions were done and everything, Lauren was practically pulling me by the hand downstairs to her room - like many places in California their place was built onto the side of a steep hill with all kinds of levels. Shirley just smiled and gave us this look like she knew exactly where we were going and why; she knew what we were up to and she didn't have a problem with it.
Later, in the afterglow, I asked Lauren about it. She explained how after her parents split up, and she and her mom had grown closer, especially after she reached sexual maturity. They were comfortable discussing everything about their lives. I assumed this was a result of her Dad not being around.
