I turn a conservative girl [f]rom my college into an absolute freak and get the best sexual experience of [m]y life in return-Part 1. | 2016

This story is from two years ago during my senior year of college. I went to a good (not top tier, but good) private school on the east coast. I'm a decent looking guy: a touch under 6', brown hair, 180#. I workout regularly and look good with my shirt off but I'm not a gym rat or anything. I've been told I have a nice smile. I'm just a touch north of 7" in the cock department, so I'm on the high side of average if I had to guess...I don't know, I'm not much of a cock expert. Its respectable but my phone isn't exactly ringing off the hook for porn auditions. Anyway, this story is about a girl named Ashley who forever set the bar high for my sexual expectations. I can't imagine ever topping it. All names have been changed, as I still keep in close contact with someone from this story. It's a bit long, but I don't want to cut out too much background...

This story begins at the start of my final college semester. At this point things were going rather well for me in the sex department, or so I thought. Little did I know how much more awesome it would get.

But I'm getting a head of myself. A little background first; After spending my freshman year dating my high school girlfriend (huge mistake), and my sophomore and first 1/2 of my junior year dating a girl from my college, I was finally single and not looking for a long term commitment for the first time in my 21 years of life.

Laura was a close friend I had grown close with during the two and a half years I had been taken. She was a fantastic person-the rare kind of girl that mixed well with the guys, was impossible to offend, would play video games or get hammered on a weekday just because, and was all around fun to be around. She had the body of an athlete: dirty blonde, 5'10, probably 150 lbs. She was muscular and had a broad back and shoulders from years of competitive (and collegiate) swimming, but had nice firm D cup tits that made it all proportional, a flat stomach, and a muscular ass and legs that fit her frame and looked pretty fucking amazing in a fitted dress or tight yoga pants.

Anyway, she had a long term boyfriend back home that she was committed to, so we got to be very close without any pressure for a few years. In addition to her regularly hanging out with my friends and I at our apartments or frat houses, I could confide in her with girl problems and she would do the same with me. In other words, she was a safe place.

Well, after I broke up with my college girlfriend (who was fucking crazy and deserves no part in this story), Laura was there for me. She wanted to get me back on the prowl, and we got to talking about me getting out to some parties to meet some girls and take my mind off of Ms. Crazy. At some point I started opening up to her about the fact that I was perfectly confident in my abilities in bed, but meeting and carrying on a light, witty conversation with a stranger was my weakness in the seduction game.

One thing led to another, as Laura coached me on the "intro" and we shared a bottle of vodka she pried out of me the source of my confidence. After a year and a half with Ms. Crazy, and some internet researching, I'd gotten a pretty good handle on the female orgasm. A year after this conversation, I'd pretty much mastered it. (I know, I know....fuck this guy, Dude thinks he's fucking Casanova. Stay with me a touch longer and I'll explain).

Ok, quick story detour to describe my technique. Stay with me:

As Laura and I are talking, my sample set using this technique was 1 girl, Ms. Crazy. As I'm typing this story I've used it on 16 girls, all but my girlfriend from high school. And of those 16, I've had 1 girl not cum, 1 say she had a decent orgasm (I'm pretty sure she was lying), and 14 have body-thrashing, eyes-rolling-into-the-back-of-her-head, flailing-about, squirting like a fucking garden hose (most of the time) orgasms.

Step 1. Relax her. All the standard hokey shit like candles and music and a neat bed with clean sheets. Have her lay down, face first, for a massage. I spend plenty of time giving a head to toe rubdown to get the knots out, reduce tension, etc. Keep the room warm use ample grape seed oil, and work their back, arms, ass, and legs until they finally start to relax. It can take a while. 2. Flip her over and start working north of their hip bones. Lots of kissing the neck, tongue work on the nipples, deep french kissing, and soft firm hands rubbing their body down. By the time you get to the pussy, its warm, wet, and ready. 3. A little oral never hurt, along with some light finger play, until things are really nice and wet. 4. From here, I use a technique I learned from some dude on the internet years ago. Kneel next to her and apply ample oil all over your hand and her pussy (use lots of towels...you'll need them), insert, palm up, your middle and ring fingers and inside of her bend them upwards towards her pubis bone...almost like a rock and roll hand sign. Apply gentle downward pressure on her lower stomach with your other hand and begin moving your whole hand (the one you're fingering her with) up and down. In addition to the great, sloppy, sound it makes your fingers will be hitting her g-spot way, way more effectively than the old "come-here" method. Plus your palm will be rubbing her clit with the up-down method and maintaining contact the whole time. Every girl is different, but usually before you know it you can really pick up the pace. As I got more comfortable practicing on Ms. Crazy, I learned that as they get into it you can be pretty rough and it only heightens the effect. As they get close to cumming, this technique will cause a majority of them to squirt. (I haven't kept count, but I'd say I'm at the 11-12 of 16 mark here varying from just a little to a LOT!) It is also very easy to get a rolling-orgasm going where she moves from one to the next to the next. But I digress.

So I explain all of this to Laura one night as we're sitting on my bed, long since ignoring the movie playing on my computer. She's asking one question after another, genuinely curious and completely uninhibited in her curiosity by the alcohol. At this point, I've had to adjust my cock so it's under the elastic of my underwear and not completely obvious because I've got a hard-on I could bore into a tree with.

Laura adjusts how she's sitting and as she does leans in to kiss me. I kiss her back and we spend a solid minute slowly kissing, finally tasting each others mouths, sucking each others lips and intertwining our tongues. We break away open our eyes, and just as I'm about to say how this is a bad idea, with her having a boyfriend and all, she grabs my hand and pulls it between her legs. She's wearing medium length running shorts, and she pulls them aside, pushes my fingers against her panty covered pussy, and half-whispers, half-moans, "Feel how fucking wet you've made me."

It's absolutely sopping wet and all thoughts I had of bringing up my reservations fly out the window.

Now, this story isn't about Laura, but this moment is a key turning point. That night we fucked for hours, but first I made her cum. I used my technique (although I greatly abbreviated the massage part since she was already primed and ready to go.) She was thrashing and screaming so loud that my roommate Ryan told me the next day he almost came in to tell us to keep it down before the neighbors complained.

Before we even fucked, she had cum four or five or six times, and each one seemed to be more intense than the next. She squirted so much (something she'd never done before), that I insisted on her re hydrating. And when I was done making her cum, she passed out in a pool of sweat and delicious pussy juice. When she came to after an hour, we had some phenomenal, fun sex. And a long lasting, mutually-beneficial friends-with-benefits relationship was born.

Over the next year, Laura and I would fool around once a week or so. She claimed that her boyfriend at home was open to her having a fuckbuddy (I didn't question it but highly doubted that it was true), so we could have fun together without any strings attached. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and her to announce she had feelings for me, but remarkably it never did. In fact, she started bragging about me. First to some mutual girl friends in our circle, then to some other girls she was close with that I was only acquaintances with. I think she did this to relieve the guilt she had from cheating on her boyfriend. Whatever, it worked.

Anyway, my sex life went from decent to unbelievable over the next couple months. My confidence absolutely skyrocketed (I may have gotten to the dickish level of swagger for a bit there before one of my best guy friends made a particularly pointed comment that put me in check), I basically stopped jacking off, and I constantly had a girl or two in the speed dial whenever I wanted to have a good time. I went from 3 partners (Laura being #3) to 15 in a little under a year. It definitely was not the safest time in my life, as far as risk of an STD goes, but I got lucky.

All but two of these girls were raving fans of mine, and even the two whose code I couldn't quite crack still stayed on good terms with me. Some talked to friends more than others, and for the first time in my life I was actually turning down some fairly bold propositions from some nice girls at school who weren't exactly my type.

I was able to hook one up Ryan, a ladies man in his own right, with one of my fuckbuddys, and a number of the horny girls that I turned away I introduced to friends and fraternity brothers in need of some. It was working out very, very well for me and I did a decent job keeping the crazy to a minimum. I had to cut things off with a few of them when they started talking relationships, but most of the time I was able to have fun with a girl for a few months.

I was in a zen state: completely honest about my lack of interest in a relationship, having phenomenal sex as much as I wanted, and able to make the girls I was with cum like fucking sex maniacs. Nothing is better for the ego (mine anyway), than hearing "I've never even made myself cum that hard" over and over again from sexy little college coeds. I'm happy today for other reasons, but from a group-acceptance, celebrity-among-friends-for-pretty-awesome-reasons standpoint, that stretch was a high water mark in my life.

Enter Ashley, the crown jewel of this story and reason for the single freakiest, most amazing night (er, weekend) of my life.

Ashley was a girl from one of the more conservative sororities at school. My friends and I knew her and her group from some intramural sports we played together, namely co-ed flag football.

Ashley was 5' 4", 115lbs, brown hair,and looked a lot like Emma Watson, although I would describe her as more cute than "hot". She was not what you would call a bombshell. She had the body of a medium distance runner, with small B-cup tits, a stomach you could bounce quarters off of, a tiny, muscular ass, and perfect but delicate legs. She was athletic enough to play lots of intramural sports, her natural tan was indicative of the fact that she stayed outdoors and active, but lacked any natural athleticism that would have made her competitive in college. She was also, believe it or not, fun to be around. Quick to laugh and easy to talk to, Ashley was a great addition to parties when she got out.

Unfortunately, she was also a good girl, a perfectionist, and an exceptional student. So while we'd see her regularly playing sports, it was rare to see her during the week at night because of her studies. Weekends were more common, but still not a regular occurrence. From what I could gather during a few shorter conversations, she was a well-behaved girl who like to have fun, but was sexually conservative, uninterested in anything other than a little drinking, and looking for a long term relationship.

It's getting late. To be continued tomorrow as I get to know Ashley and proceed to have my mind blown by her.