An Abundance of Teasing has Climactic Consequences (f&m) (part 2 of 2) | 2016

Part 1 Here

This is part 2 of an experience I had last year at uni. Having just re-read part 1 you can probably skip it if you're super horny, but I think it's actually very useful in describing the way this all felt. There was so much teasing going on that it felt really integral to the whole thing. It also has (most of) the physical description of Jack and I in it.

Where I left off in the last part I'd finally gotten Jack home to my dorm. I took his hand and led him from the front door of the building to my bedroom, during which point I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest! It wasn't a long walk but I was bra-less and was quite literally leading a guy to my room, so I felt more than a little flustered, even in my wound-up state. I did pass one friend of mine on the way but she didn't say anything--although Jack, who was following me obediently, did give her a polite little "hello" as we passed (which she joked about later).

It took me a couple tries to open my bedroom door because I was so flustered, but once I opened it I just kind of zoomed in; Jack followed me. The room itself, for reference, is relatively uncomplicated; I have a small desk and chair on one side near the door, and a jack-size bed (no pun intended!) by the window. There are also hampers and closets and what have you, but none of those are important in this story.

When I turned around and looked at Jack there was this (surprisingly long) pause where neither of us moved. I guess after all of the mutual teasing we weren't initially sure what to do with each other now that we were alone, and I am not really used to making the first move (again, this story is not standard behavior).

After the pause I just kind of launched at him and kissed him, pushing him back into the door and closing it. He was a very good kisser, but he didn't lead very much, instead letting me take charge. All the teasing and the anticipation during the walk home had me really needing release--I was already very wet--so I must have been pretty assertive. I could feel him smiling as I kissed him.

Though Jack isn't very domineering (or maybe because he isn't), he is actually a very good kisser! There was a real hunger to the way he kissed me--but at the same time I almost felt like, as the kissing was unwinding me, it was just getting him more and more bottled up. He pulled me towards him as I was kissing him, resting one hand on my hip and letting it slide down to my ass while he had his other hand gently holding the back of my neck (always a big turn on!).

Even when we were still standing there kissing I wanted to take off my own underwear, which was pretty nearly soaked through. I was grinding my legs together while he moved his hand over my ass and started kissing down from my lips to my jaw and then against the side of my neck. He moved his other hand to my chest but he didn't even squeeze my tits--he just slid his fingers over the fabric to feel where they brushed against my left nipple. I looped one finger on each hand around his belt to draw myself closer into him, which basically forced him to move his higher hand down to my ass. We were there for a while, kissing with him lightly squeezing me and pulling me in close. I was pretty much kissing directly up at him with my chest pressed against his. It was really easy to feel a bulge in his pants when we were so close.

I took some steps back away from the door and he followed me, kissing me as we moved, until the back of one of my feet hit the side of my bed and I feel down ass-first onto the side of it. He fell sort of to my side and kept kissing along my neck; one of his hands moved to my left breast, still over the shirt, while his other hand moved down to my thighs. Even through underwear and jeans (I'm almost certain we were both wearing jeans, but it's not as lucid a detail as these others) I think he might have known I was already wet, and I certainly felt his fingers as he pressed lightly against my inner thigh. I pulled his face up to mine, kissed him, and ground my waist against his hand. My pace was a lot faster than his. God, it's odd how easy all this is to remember.

I was really eager to see and feel his cock, but I would have to wait for longer than I thought for that. I moved a hand to try and feel it through his trousers, but he shifted up and away from me slightly and grinned down at me. God, even his smiles were making me wetter and wetter by that point. He kissed at my neck and breasts (again, over the shirt) as he moved his head further and further down my body. I was laying face-up on the bed but I lifted my ass up when I felt him fiddling with the button and zipper so he could more easily pull everything down.

He began kissing the inside of my thigh first, while running his hands over my legs. As hot as it was, it was infuriating--I could have shoved his face into my crotch by that point--but I just laid back and did my best not to scream (dorm living and all). I rubbed my nipples through my shirt a bit but that only made me feel more frantic, so I quickly stopped and dug my nails into the bed while he moved his mouth closer and closer to my panties.

When he first started eating me out, very lightly, it was actually through my panties. He just left them there and traced the edges with his tongue, every now and then giving these little contented sighs under his breath. My underwear was totally soaked through at this point and I sighed right along with him. Eventually I did reach one of my hands down, take his head, and press him right up against me. When he moved his tongue I could feel him ever-so-slightly penetrate me through my clothes.

I felt this urge to just twist around and plant myself squarely on his mouth, but I was also really eager to get him out of his clothes, so I sat up, pushed him back by his shoulders, and then coaxed into standing back up. He smiled down at me with those green eyes and slid down the edges of my underwear. As he did, I unbuckled his belt as fast as I could--I could see how pronounced the bulge against his leg had become. He relented and squeezed my tits as I loosened his jeans and slid them down.

His cock had somehow already gotten through the hole at the front of his boxers, and it twitched as I pulled down his jeans. Jack had a very, hmm, photogenic cock--I'd guess between six and seven inches (I didn't have a ruler on me at this time, you know), uncircumcised (with the skin already having slid back behind the head), and very thick. In retrospect the thickness was probably the best thing about it--but we'll get to that soon. It was one of those cocks that I just immediately wanted to get my hands on. I've been with a good number of men but I'm not sure I ever honestly wanted a cock when I saw it as much as I did Jack's. Ah, fuck, this is extremely vivid.

He let out this breathy sound when I first took his cock in my hand and began to kiss him. I started slowly even though I wanted to pump it like mad, and his kissing got more hungry and assertive for the longer I stroked him. I stopped for a minute to slide his boxers down past his knees before continuing to kiss him and stroke him, during which he kept making these fantastic low-moaning sounds. With his cock right there and my bare pussy so close, I was tempted to just slide him inside me, but I decided I wanted to do something different.

It was a very easy thing to coax Jack into laying down on my bed; he still had his feet on the floor but he laid his back and head down and smiled up at me (seriously, those smiles, you have no idea). His cock stood up at the end of the bed and he looked certain that I was about to ride him.

Instead, I crawled over the back end of his body (I didn't let his cock brush against me--I would have honestly lost it if that'd happened) and lowered my waist down onto his face. I remember his look of surprise when I did it, just before his head was directly beneath me. I put my arms on the bed in front of me and gyrated a bit on his face. This time there were no panties in the way and he had less room to hang back.

Jack ate pussy unlike pretty much all the other guys I've been with. Most of them have done more with their tongue; Jack did more with his lips, kissing the edges of my pussy and the whole of my clit. He could have been a just a tiny bit less gentle with me at the time, but the gentleness made his tongue feel all the better when he would move it up and down my pussy, penetrate me with it, and move it over and around my clit. I was breathing pretty heavy by that time--pretty much just on loop, repeating, "oh, oh, oh, oh" and throwing a "Jack" in there for good measure to let him know he was doing good.

As I got wetter and wetter I ground my pussy closer and closer against his face, and his hands wandered from my ass to my hips up to my breasts, which he began to feel under the shirt. That was too much for me and I began to really move my hips against his mouth, especially when he squeezed both my tits and rubbed my nipples between his fingers.

Jack did something else which is really vivid and oddly humorous--while he was down there he tried to remove my shirt several times. I had my hands planted on the bed to give myself better balance, but I guess he couldn't have known that from his position. Basically, as he was eating me out, he tried to slide my shirt over my head with no perspective or frame of reference whatsoever. He must have attempted this three or four times before, while still eating me out, giving me this headless shrug of stupefaction. It made me laugh to see this guy underneath me do something so bizarre, all while he was unable to see anything. So I just laughed and took my top off myself, took his hands, and guided them back to my tits.

I was enjoying myself so much that I'd pretty much forgotten about his cock, which was behind me, still pulsating and trembling. Still sitting on his face, I leaned back and reached to take his cock in one hand, pumping it with a steady momentum. As I did I could feel him moving his hips a bit, though I couldn't see very much behind me. Pumping a thick cock is a very instinctively satisfying and arousing thing to do once you're in the right mood, which I certainly was at the time. Hopefully Jack was enjoying it too, although he didn't/couldn't say much about it.

After a while though, just having his tongue inside me wasn't enough. It was very difficult to have his cock in my hand and not do anything with it, so I lifted myself up, crawled back a bit, and guided him inside of me (in retrospect this was a very stupid move because I had not yet put a condom on him, but super-thankfully I came out of it okay).

The edges of his mouth were lined with my wetness and I remember him gasping in pleasure. Once he was free to speak again he became very expressive as I moved myself up and down on the length and girth of his girthy dick. He let out these long low moans and said "ohhhh, that feels so good" more than once. His voice was really breathy and his moans were uniquely (dare I say arousingly?) feminine, despite his deeper voice. Remembering them now makes me really horny and more than a little wet, and I can't help but think that there was something slutty about them, although I don't know if they made me feel like a slut, or if they made me feel like he was a slut. I think both, in a way. I felt so good hearing the noises he made. "Ahhhh, ahhh, oh, fuck, yes, that feels so good."

And that's to say nothing of how I felt purely from the sex. Remember earlier when I said the best thing about his dick was how thick it was? This is where that really, truly mattered. I had to move slowly up and down while riding him--as much as I wanted to speed up, he was quite a bit for me to handle. Before long I was making some pretty slutty noises too.

He sat up, cock still rigid inside of me, and kissed at my neck and my breasts while I moved up and down on him. He cupped my breasts with his hands and kissed my chin, my mouth, the top of my neck...and when I saw him eye to eye while I was sitting on his cock I knew I wanted to get a bit more out of him.

I asked him if he'd fuck me from behind and he grinned and nodded, continuing to fondle me as I got up off of him and let him stand up behind me. This part I can't describe in quite as much detail because all I could really see was the wall, but I certainly enjoyed it despite the view.

As wet as I was I felt Jack's cock penetrate me inch by inch from behind. He moaned and murmured about how good I felt as he began to press his hips up against me. He had very good rhythm and his dick was just the right size to rub up against my g-spot at the end of each thrust after I gave him some instruction. Every now and then he'd remove himself from inside of me and rub his cock up against my clit, which got me noisier than ever. He was great with his hands, too--he'd hold me lightly by my shoulders or my hair or my neck or my hips and pull me onto his dick with each plunge deeper into me. More than once I felt him reach both hands around to squeeze my tits as they hung and swung ever so slightly (well, to begin with) beneath me.

Most of the time I don't like to be fucked too hard, but something about Jack and the feeling of his dick against my g-spot made me profoundly impatient--and at one point I asked him to stop and put on one of the condoms I kept under the bed. After that I was really really in need of more, so I just told him (well, probably ordered, in hindsight) to fuck me harder. As he got faster, I got noisier; most of the time I feel awkward talking dirty, but it felt so natural with Jack. There were a lot of yeses and a hell of a lot of moaning. I don't remember too many of my own highlights ("fuck me harder, harder baby, deeper Jack, oh, yes, just like that" and etc I'd imagine), but I remember that he was very communicative too. "That feels amazing...oh, my fucking god....oh...oh, my cock feels so good inside you...ah, fuck yes..."

I kept telling him to fuck me harder and harder. At one point he just had to hold me by both of my hips and pump in and out of me as hard and as fast as he could, and I remember shouting at how good it felt. My concerns about dorm etiquette weren't at the forefront of my mind, although I do remember wondering about them when Jack first slapped my ass. I could feel his balls slap against my clit more than once, but the feeling of his thick cock inside of me more than made up for it.

When I was edging towards an orgasm, Jack was deep inside of me, fucking me on the side of the bed from behind (god, I feel like a slut typing this--in a good way, I guess) with one hand squeezing one of my tits and his other hand wrapped around my body, rubbing my clit. When I told him I was close he just fucked me all the harder, and it was certainly my loudest college orgasm thus far. He said my name and kept fucking me with those low, breathy, masculine intakes of air, and I could hear the impending sound in his voice even before he warned me he was going to cum soon (the intonation as he did it was really arousing, too--"oh, I'm gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna fucking cum"--but it is hard to describe).

I felt that he'd sort of got the short end of the stick thus far, so I told him I'd finish him off a different way. He pulled himself out from deep inside of me--the uncovered base of his thick cock was absolutely coated in me--and I got the condom back off of him, sat him down on the edge of the bed, and knelt in front of him.

It felt good to take him in my mouth. I could taste myself on him--not to mention a lot of his pre-cum. I knew he wouldn't last much longer so I slowed things down to try and make him pay for all the teasing he'd given my pussy earlier. I took him into my mouth in long, deep pumps--as far down his shaft as I could--and I appreciated the fact that he didn't just hump my face.

When I heard him moaning and telling me how good it felt--as well as how good my tits felt--I figured I should bring our things full circle. I removed his wet dick from my mouth and began to stroke it, using my free had to hold both of my tits together. He had this ecstatic, open mouth look on his face as he watched me jerk him off (Jack him off might be the better term in this case) with his cock pointed right at the top of my chest. I shifted closer into him and pumped his cock into my cleavage--kind of a half-titfuck half-handjob move, I guess. He made more sounds as I began to move my hand up and down him faster and faster. "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum, oh, just like that, oh yes, oh, ohhhh!"

He did cum--quite a lot--onto both my breasts, above my nipples and a bit on my collarbones and neck. I really had to pump him to get all of it out, after which he exhaled and collapsed back down onto the bed. If only to hear him make some more slutty little noises, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it for a little while longer while he was still in that post-cum daze. He moaned and sighed and twitched as I did it. His cock tasted, hmm, I don't really know how to describe it. Very manly, anyway. His cum didn't taste as nice, but I didn't mind it too much--I was still in my own post-orgasm glow.

I guess that is basically where this story ends. There's some other stuff I'm forgetting in terms of details, but I'm feeling sort of exhausted just having written all this up, so I think it's okay to spare anything I haven't already remembered. In terms of the aftermath of this story, I never had sex with Jack again, but I did hook up with him at a party a little later. Thankfully I didn't develop too noisy a reputation in my dorm even after all that, since it was pretty out of character for me. Being with Jack was probably the second or third best sex I've had; I also enjoyed his cock so much that for a while after this, all I would buy were ribbed condoms (I feel as though they better emulate the feeling of an uncircumcised penis--and his, specifically!). Now that I've written up this story I'm actually tempted to hook up with Jack again!

I hope you all enjoyed this story; these memories are all super vivid, so I had a very good time writing it!