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 3. | 2016

Part 2

Hopefully there are still some folks around here who read the first two parts. Life has been busy and I didn't want to rush this one, so here it is after a lengthy delay. Hope you enjoy

As I mentioned in part 2, after our enjoyable night together, Ashley and I didn't see each other for nearly two weeks. I believe I said ten days before, but it was more like from a Saturday to the next Thursday. We kept in touch with regular phone calls and flirty text messages, and I continued to be more and more into this girl. After fooling around the first time she was confident and playful when we talked, with a hint of coyness that seemed to fade as time went by. She was open with me that she had a great time and was very attracted to me, but wasn't trying to lead the conversation towards a relationship discussion which I appreciated. It would have been premature.

One thing she did do was allude to the next time we were going to hang out and how I better be ready for it. I tried to pull some details from her but I couldn't and I didn't want to seem desperate in my efforts to continually bring it up. As I was out of town and in a hotel from the Monday after the party until the Monday of the following week, I had a lot of time to fantasize about the next time and ended up jacking off after our first flirtatious talk early in the trip thinking about the next time we hung out.

Afterwards, though, I made a conscious decision to hold off until we saw each other again. I figured it would only make it that much better. Little did I know that was going to be ten more days which is an eternity when you're a college guy with an infinite libido. As the end of my trip approached, she drops it on me that I'm going to have to wait an extra couple days as she has a family friend (a high schooler) in town for two days checking out the college and no, we are not going to meet up during that time. It was torture.

Finally Thursday arrives and I go to class in a fog. I'm not sure what the plans are for that night, but she's going to call me in the evening after her friend leaves. I sit reluctantly through classes hearing nothing, daydreaming and sporting a raging hard-on. The day is a total waste but whatever. A trip to the gym in the afternoon helps burn some calories, energy, and time. I settle onto the couch for some video games with my roommate Ryan, who is aware of everything with Ashley except the explicit details, and get into some good old Call of Duty.

The phone rings. It's Ashley. I wish I could tell you I casually reached for it and answered but I didn't. I jumped at the sound, and grabbed for it with rather embarrassing urgency. At least I managed to sound calm (I think) when I answered.

"Hey, Ash. What's going on?"

"I'm walking over to your place right now. I'll be there in about ten minutes." Well that certainly was to the point. We're five seconds into this conversation and we've already covered everything I want to know. "Oh, one more thing...I've had a bit to drink. And, ummmmm, I may be high. Hehehe"

I'm stunned. Ashley has told me that she's smoked weed about three times in her life. Apparently tonight there's a good enough reason for it to be the fourth. Time for me to buckle the fuck up. If I only knew then what I know now...

The doorbell rings about fifteen minutes later. I know this because I've been looking out the peephole for the past five. Ryan is laughing at me. When I do hear the soft, brisk knocks on the door I drop my controller mid-game without any pretense of picking it up again, walk to the door, and open it.

There stands Ashley wearing one of those athletic track suits. It's somewhat formfitting, but not like spandex. She's standing just outside the door with one hand near her shoulder holding the small string of a drawstring backpack, biting half of her lower lip, with a hungry look in her eyes and a smile that does nothing to hide her intentions. Her brown hair is in a loose braid and she has a just a light coating of makeup on. Ashley is a naturally pretty girl who can put a coat of lip gloss on, walk out the door, and look great. She looks incredible with the make up on. Enough that I immediately take notice.

And then my eyes track downwards. My jaw follows. She is figgiting with the zipper of her top which is already pulled down to a few inches above her bellybutton. Her tanned skin gives away the fact that she has nothing on underneath.

"Wohhh...." Words escape me. I was ready for some action, but shit just got real in a hurry. I'm not complaining, I'm just struggling to keep up as my body shunts blood away from my brain expeditiously.

"Hey you." She coos, her smile growing across her face. "I've missed you." We are still standing three feet apart. This has all happened in a few seconds although it feels like minutes. In one motion, she unzips her top, shrugs out of it, and steps through the door to kiss me. I kiss her back and go to embrace her but she breaks the kiss off and continues walking past me. I turn to follow and catch eyes with Ryan who is speechless. I could have let in a herd of mini-elephants ridden by dwarfs and he would have been less surprised.

"What the fuck." He mouths to me as he locks in on Ashley's perfect breasts. I shrug and turn to follow her. Another step or two and she kicks off her slip on shoes. I'm a step behind her and we're just into the hallway out of sight from Ryan when she pauses to gracefully pull off her pants and revel a lack of panties. In through my door we go and I slam it behind me.

Ashley turns and finally meets my embrace. She kisses me passionately and wetly and I taste alcohol on her tongue. She's been drinking, but not enough to be drunk. It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that she deliberately loosed up with just a little alcohol and cannabis assistance prior to coming over. My hands are running up and down her back, pausing to softly squeeze her ass or run my fingers through her hair. I start to kiss her neck and work my way down to her breasts when she stops me.

"Stop. Come with me." Clearly this is her show and she's in charge. I have no problem with this and follow her. I also take note of her pussy. It is no longer sporting a timmed bush. It's bald, and clearly it was done professionally. She didn't shave and there isn't even a hint of evidence that there ever was hair there.

I follow her into the bathroom where she quickly turns the shower on and turns to help me undress. I want to take my time but shes not looking to fool around too much in the shower. We step in when the water is hot and she gets to work with the handheld shower handle washing me off and soaping me up. I do the same to her without getting her hair or face wet. As she works her way down, she takes an extra minute soaping up my cock and balls, working up a lather and teasing me with a few firm, slow tugs. I'm already hard enough to cut diamonds. As she works one soapy hand under my cock and around my balls, I feel her other hand soap up my ass. Next thing I know shes half squatting and her hands are touching between my legs. I feel a soapy finger rub over my asshole a couple times, seemly testing the waters. I've never really experimented with playing with my own ass, but she's going to need to do some pretty kinky shit before I even hint at her stopping. This girl has a plan and I'm not about to disrupt it.

Next thing I know, her finger slips into my ass just a little bit. It's not a bad feeling and I'm already as aroused as I can remember. It comes out and she washes her hands, soaps them up again, and works her way back to my ass while concentrating on my balls with the other hand. Repeat a few more times, rinse, and we're done with the shower.

We quickly towel off and move to the bed. Ashley is in complete control. She pushes me down, climbs on top of me, and we resume our passionate kissing. My hands wander as much as I'm able to from my back. I trace her perfect breasts and hard, gumdrop nipples, and work my way down to her waxed pussy. It's in range of my hands long enough for me to feel her wetness. She is absolutely dripping to the point where her thighs are already wet again despite having toweled off a couple minutes prior. We haven't been talking much, but as she sits up and looks at me, a smile breaks out across her face.

"Sooo, things might be a little different this time. I've changed a bit since we were last together." Changed a bit?! It was two weeks ago and we've been talking every day.

"How so, Ash?" I reply as I sit up a bit and rest on my elbows.

She's tugging slowly on my cock with one hand, still looking at me. "Oh, you'll see," she replies, as she works her way down my chest and stomach to my cock.

It takes me no time to realize that this is very different indeed. Her mouth envelops my cock and I feel a firm, wet suction immediately. There is talent here that was not present the last time. Her tongue swirls around my head and she forces herself to swallow 3, 4, 5 inches until she gags just a little. Drool is coating my dick now, from head to almost the base of my shaft. Not a nasty amount, but enough that there is a lot more lube there than the last time. Ashley swirls her tongue around the pinkish-purple head, licks up and down the shaft a few times and then engulfs it and slowly and surely takes every inch of it into her mouth. I feel her throat open as the head pushes into it and her nose presses against my pelvic bone. She pauses for a moment or two, comes all the way up until the head is resting on her lips, and takes my 7 inches into her throat again. I groan and lay back, utterly astounded.

The blow job is exquisite. It might not be the best blow job in the history of mankind, but it close. Even more unbelievable is the fact that the head she gave me a few weeks back was so poor. The amount of improvement almost defies logic.

Ash continues her remarkable blow job. She alternates between deep throating me, sucking rather firmly, and stroking my cock. Its so sloppy and wet that the sounds it makes as her little hand jerks me is amazing. While she's stroking me, she starts to lick just to the side of my balls, then runs her tongue up and down my sensitive sack. Shes still stroking as she takes one of my nuts, then the other gently into her mouth, teasing them with her tongue.

I feel her lick at the base of balls. Shes running her tongue all around now, over my balls and on either side between my balls and my legs. I'm glad I shave that whole area down there. Then I feel her body shift and her tongue ventures a little lower. I feel her hands on the back of my thighs as she pushes my legs up just a little. A few tentative licks I can barely feel make it clear that she's licking my ass. I crane my head up to see and can tell that she's taking a few licks...I'm guessing to make sure everything is "ok." I groan "Oh god that feels good." to encourage her. I've never had my ass licked before, but I'm an immediate fan.

Her licks get more and more firm and wet as she gains confidence and is more comfortable with it. I pull my knees closer to my chest and ascend into paradise. Ashley, the rather inexperienced, fairly innocent, athletic, cute, attractive girl with a great personality, beautiful face, and banging body, is vigorously running her tongue up and down my asshole, flicking it and even probing it in and out a bit as she strokes my cock with her other hand. This goes on for 3, 4 minutes. An incredibly long time. I love every last second of it.

I'm doing everything I can to prolong this just a little bit longer when she stops licking my ass and slowly and firmly starts sliding a finger in. It takes me by surprise enough that I start to say something. Half a word gets out of my mouth and I tense up a bit.

"Hang on, baby. Just give me a second before you say no." Her confidence is remarkable. Fuck it. I relax and feel her small finger slide in. The copious amounts of saliva make it rather easy. Soon I feel her find my prostate and she starts to firmly apply pressure. With her other hand she brings my cock to her mouth and resumes her vigorous sucking as a lower my knees and take it the unique but not unpleasant sensations.

When she slid a finger in my ass it brought me off of the orgasm build up I had been on, but it doesn't last. A minute of her sucking my cock with gusto, and faster and faster deepthroating along with the prostate pressure has me ramping up to lift off in no time. I feel the familiar build up start and tell her.

She removes her mouth from my cock for a moment, looks at me again, and says "I want you shoot your hot load down my throat." Well fuck, who am I to disappoint? That comment (which I later find out had been planned and rehearsed in her head) shifts things into hyperdrive.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum" I moan. Only I don't right away. If a normal orgasm builds from up to a the point of no return: 1......2.....3.....4.....5....6...7..8.910!!!!! and then back down, this one built and continued to build. It was still building way past the normal point where I start to cum and getting stronger. I pass 10...11...12.13. I don't know what noises came out of my mouth, but they weren't words. Ashley pushes her head down as far as it'll go engulfing my cock with her lips, mouth, and throat, and I have the single strongest orgasm of my life.

I can feel as my ass contracts around her finger, which is still slowly and firmly applying pressure to my prostate. And I start to cum down her throat. The force of the orgasm and the ten days of build up are too much for her. I pump a stream or two of cum down her throat before she coughs and comes up. Still dedicated to her task, though, and remains with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and milks what had to have been the biggest nut of my life until I stop twitching. She swallows it without hesitation and I collapse into a limp pile as she gently removes her finger from my still contracting ass, lays my cock down on my stomach and sits back on her heels to enjoy her handiwork. I believe flabbergasted would be the only appropriate word to describe my thoughts at this point.

I'm not being dramatic when I say that I am not ready to communicate beyond an occasional groan for a couple minutes. If the apartment caught on fire at this point I'd have to take my chances that it wasn't spreading too quickly and laid there in bliss.

Ashley slips off to wash up (nothing gross or anything, just a handwash since she just fingered me), and lays down beside me, still completely naked.

"Sooo, how was it?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

I don't even answer the question, "Where on earth did that come from, Ash? That was the single hardest I've ever cum in my life. But that was, ummm, not like you?"

She giggles and starts talking. As I return to earth I notice that as she's talking to me, shes rubbing her pussy with her right hand, alternating between running her fingers up and down her lips, making small circles on her clit, and even slipping a finger inside herself. My cock starts to recover. Looks like the turn around time between rounds is going to be tight.

Ashley proceeds to tell me that she took it upon herself to learn a thing or two after last time, and started watching porn as a result. She admits that she'd never seen more than a couple minutes of porn before this point, other than at a high school sleepover, because she thought it was "icky" and didn't interest her. However, her correct assessment of her so-so skills made her start watching it and before she knew it, she was dripping wet and turned on. She tells me that, not only has been "studying" porn for the past ten or twelve days, she's been masturbating a few times a day and getting into some pretty dirty stuff that she's very much enjoyed. The deepthroating was something that really turned her on and she knew I would like. She admits that she bought a dildo on Amazon and practiced on it for days while she fingered herself. She thought that the rimjob and prostate massage would be something I really liked and had never experienced before. She was correct on both accounts. My assessment of her as an overachiever is entirely accurate and I can't complain in the least.

At this point, a lot more happens. As with the previous two parts of this story, this ended up taking longer than I expected, so I'm going to have to end this part here. But trust me when I say that the ensuing sex that night, and the sex (and then some) the following evening, were as good or better. Stay tuned..