A[f]ter the burlesque show, she let [m]e cum all over her. | 2016

She was 19, I was 22, we were in college. She was my roommate at the time - I had already broken up with my ex, and she had moved in because she was fed up with living in the sophomore dorms.

She was a member of the Burlesque club, which meant that in late spring, when it got warm enough, they would do a striptease down to their bras and panties in one of the campus theater spaces. There were a few acts in a row, and hers was around the middle.

Her costume started out as a thin blue dress, which she slowly tore off, with a group of about four other girls, revealing a very lacey black bra, a very lacey set of black panties, fishnet stockings and garters. She was 5'5, with firm, perky tits, borderline c-to-d cup, a natural blonde, and tanned nude. All of those facts were totally obvious to the entire crowd, as her "costume" clearly showed off her lack of tan lines, sun-kissed nipples and light-colored bush. I'm entirely certain the administration had no idea that she would be virtually nude, and I'm fairly certain that she switched out the approved victoria's secret black panties and bra for something much more revealing.

Obviously, the crowd went wild. Their cheers, girls and boys alike, only got louder when someone brought her a giant lollipop, which she then simulated sucking as if it was a bright, multi-colored, candy cock.

The performance ended with all of the girls turning their backs to the audience, touching their toes with their legs straight and smiling back at the crowd, then standing up, unhooking their bras - and then the lights went out.

Obviously, the stands went wild. I was particularly jealous of the band, who, standing to the side, got to see five sets of eighteen to nineteen year old tits - however, it was only my girlfriend that didn't have tanlines.

There was a brief afterparty, and we made smalltalk, but I then asked her to leave. She asked:

"Why? We are having a great time!"

My response:

"I am so horny for you."

Hers:

"So let's have sex. We can leave right now."

She kissed me, and before pulling away completely, I whispered into her ear:

"Do you still have all of your outfit?"

"Yes..."

"Bring it all home, except the panties."

About ten minutes later, after we jogged back to her campus apartment, with me lagging behind and grabbing her ass through her jeans the whole time - which she feigned to hate - we entered her door. We started making out passionately, and I pushed her away, saying something along the lines of:

"Please, put on your outfit, but no panties."

"If I'm wearing that, when I come out of the bedroom, you better be completely naked with your cock hard."

Well, it wasn't hard to comply with her request. I jumped on the couch and she went into the bedroom. The doorway between the bedroom and livingroom had a curtain instead of a proper door, which hung down only to about mid-thigh level. One of the sexiest things I've ever seen, to this day, was her legs as she pulled off her jeans, pulled off her panties, slid her fishnets up her legs and stepped into her black suede heels, all the while without exposing anything above her thighs.

The sound of the snap as she adjusted her garters just above her hips was something like a starters pistol.

She drew back the curtain slowly and stepped out:

A busty, blonde, teenage goddess - her face was already red with excitement, her breasts heaving under her bra, and her soft, fuzzy bush completely exposed. She turned around, grabbed her ass with one hand while looking back over her shoulder and gave it a squeeze, turned back facing me and asked:

"So... are you going to fuck me, or what?"

I practically leapt off of the couch and grabbed her by the waist, throwing her over my shoulder. I then tossed her onto the bed and grabbed both of her ankles. I ran my hands down the inside of her legs and pressed them apart wide, admiring her gorgeous pussy. I then proceeded to go down on her with the enthusiasm of a man dying of dehydration having his first glass of water. I plunged my tongue as deep as I could into her, explored her labia, and lapped at her clit.

After a few minutes she said:

"Your turn."

And she pushed me to my back, turned around, straddled me, and starting licking my cock. Her technique was particularly good - she licked it up and down, from top to bottom, forced her tongue against the head of my cock and into the opening on the top, and all the while firmly gripped the shaft with both hands, slowly working it up and down. The whole time I got a magnificent view of her pussy and asshole - and at this point, her pussy was ruby red and dripping wet.

After five minutes or so of her sucking my cock, I asked her to stop, because I needed to be in her pussy. She turned around and grasped my cock, then suddenly, abruptly, in one motion, pushed me into herself to the point where the head of my cock was hitting her cervix. She immediately started moaning, then grinding her ass and hips against mine.

The view was incredible. Her eyes were closed, but the lights were on. The stretch of the fishnets across her thighs, the lace of her bra holding back her nipples, the garter wrapper around her waist, her hair falling across her breasts, and her perfect little bush grinding against the base of my cock was one of the more profoundly erotic things I've ever seen.

In mid-grind, she moaned:

"Oh god - I need my tits out..."

And then reached back, unhooked her bra, pulled it off her shoulders, and threw it across the room. I have to confess I had been quite enjoying the view of her tits with the black lace, but shortly after she pulled her bra off, she pressed her breasts together and forced them onto my face.

I think she sensed that I was getting close to cumming, and then she sat up, smiled, and said:

"No... not yet."

She rolled to her back next to me and kissed me. Then she asked:

"This has been pretty kinky - is there anything else you want to try?"

"Yeah... it's okay if you are not into it, but there are two things I've always wanted to try..."

She licked her lips and started to finger herself with one hand, while caressing her breasts with the other.

"Tell me... I bet we will do them."

"I've always wanted to push some ice into your pussy while we fuck, and I've always wanted to tie your hands behind your back and pound your pussy as hard as I can."

She audibly moaned.

"Do it. Both. Please."

I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of ice cubes, maybe three or four, and one at a time, slowly pushed them into her pussy. She didn't say if she came at that point, but her whole body was shaking, and she was clearly in ecstasy. I then grabbed the waistband from her yellow, terrycloth, victoria's secret robe, and forcefully turned her onto her stomach. I grabbed her wrists and bound her hands together tightly. Then I turned her onto her back, pulled her legs against me, put my hands on her breasts, and experimented a bit with her bounds. I pulled on her nipples, and started twisting them, gently, and harder, until she started to moan very loudly.

After just a few minutes of this, she looked me in the eyes and asked:

"Am I even allowed to move?"

To which I replied:

"No."

She closed her eyes and arched her back - she stopped moaning, but was breathing in heavy, short breaths, almost as if she was panting after a long run.

I pressed my cock against her pussy, which was still full of melting ice, and she actually screamed - not a scream of fear or pain, but of passion. One of the best sounds I've heard in my life.

"I'm not even allowed to move - I'm just your little cum slut. Fuck my poor little pussy harder - harder - I want your cum all over me - please - will you pull out and cum all over my face and tits? Oh god pleaaaase cum all over my tits and my face while I'm not even allowed to move - please - please - please..."

While she was still begging and asking "please" I pulled out and turned her around so that her shoulders were on the floor but her ass was still on the bed. I pulled her legs up to my shoulders and started rubbing my cock against her clit. Her eyes were wide and she was almost giddy with excitement.

"I'm still not allowed to move right? You are going to shower me with your cum? Oh god - please tell me what you are going to do."

"You're not allowed to move, and I am going to cover you with as much cum as I can."

At that point, if she didn't have an orgasm, well, then she is a good faker. I felt her body quiver, and I shot four or five ropes of thick white cum reaching from her belly button to her forehead.

I pulled her back onto the bed next to me, and reached behind her to untie her hands. Her eyes were still closed, and she was still breathing fast and deep, her tanned breasts rising and falling rapidly.

Before opening her eyes, she asked:

"Can I go wash off, or do you want me to wear this to bed?"

"Neither - I'd rather that you wipe it off with your hands and suck it off your fingers."

She complied - and the process may have taken longer than the entire time we were fucking. She slowly ate all of my cum while fingering herself, and I'm fairly certain she came at least once more.

Before falling asleep she said:

"If you want to fuck again before morning, and I'm awake - just do it."

The conclusion: she woke up in the early morning hours to me rubbing my cock against her clit, just in time for me to unmercifully shove into her throbbing pussy. That sex only lasted a few minutes, but we both came at the same time, then spent the rest of the morning nude in bed.

All in all? 10/10. Would fuck again.