Got [f]ucked all night by a bad boy | 2016

I was a junior at a small college in a small town well outside a bigger city. I loved school but was starting to feel isolated from the world, cut off and unprepared for it. I was a varsity athlete, 3.5 GPA, and also a daily “tobacco” smoker.

Most people at my school were from out of state, including me, but my best friend was from the larger city nearby. She too was an excellent student and also a heavy drinker and smoker like me. She alluded to high school days of abusing harder drugs, but was trying to steer clear of that while in college. So we did.

But we were restless that year and she was dabbling back in old habits. She was spending more time in the city reconnecting with old bad influences.

Since we pretty much did everything together, I asked her if I could come with her on one of her trips to the city. I wasn't using any serious drugs, just wanted to go along for the ride. She started introducing me around from group to group, almost all men about our age, most of them not exactly college types, most of them with tough upbringings. They were generally interested in me – I was from somewhere else, I was in college, I was cute and skinny and blonde, and I wasn’t hung up on getting drugs. I started talking to a few of them and eventually settled on one, this guy Jamie.

I met Jamie at his apartment on one visit to the city with my friend. He was medium height, had a solid build, nice brown eyes, a killer smile, and a way with words. That first night a group of us were all just smoking and drinking and talking and cracking jokes. Somehow we got on the topic of our age when we first had sex. My friend said she was just barely 16. Jamie said he was 15. I said 19, a kind of embarrassing reflection of my protected upper middle class upbringing. He turned to me and said, "that's the hottest thing I've ever heard" then he flashed a hot smile, then he looked me up and down.

Fast forward a few weeks later, Jamie and I were on the phone and texting daily, The distance and lack of reliable transit was annoying but added an element of unpredictability and longing. I had a secret person away from my small and sometimes invasive college community. He was completely out of my orbit of sheltered college kids, a bad boy that promised me something completely different than I'd ever experienced.

One afternoon I borrowed a friend's car and went out to see him. I'd been fantasizing about him, getting so turned on by my own thoughts late at night. I was so ready for him when I got there. He took me out for a nice dinner and I couldn't even wait for it to be over. We sat at the bar and he rubbed my legs and touched my waist and back whenever he could find an excuse.

When we got back to his apartment the level of sexual tension was making me more and more awkward. I was so distracted by my body's impulses that I couldn't even think of one thing to say. I was so relieved when he pulled me to face him and ran his hands down my sides, sending a shock wave that turned my stomach. He started kissing me, gradually working in his tongue. He wrapped his hands around to my back and slowly pulled me down the short hallway to his bedroom.

We continued to make out next to his bed. His hands roamed around my body, lifting up my shirt, sliding over my ass, pulling me against his obvious erection. I ran my hands across his shoulders and down his well formed arms. I slid my hands under his shirt and ran them across his stomach, gliding just above his boxer shorts' edge. I could feel him shudder a bit, half because it tickled and half because it felt so good. Finally he lifted my shirt off, running his hand across my tight athlete's abs. He undid my jeans and I took them off, freeing up my ass for him to get at. I was now just wearing a bra and underwear and he was fully clothed, nailing home the feeling that he was the one in complete control.

The disparity in our clothing level didn't last long. I got him out of his shirt and pants, freer to caress his smooth back and kiss around his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed me back and down onto the bed, winding up on top of me. We made out for a while, his body slowly grinding against mine through our underwear. I was so ridiculously wet it was almost embarrassing, and I wanted to push forward in the worst way. He worked his hand down my panties - moment of truth. "Oh my god, you're so wet!" he observed. I don't think he really realized how horny I was until he felt it for himself. He saw my embarrassment, pulled my hands above my head, leaned over me, smiled, and said in his sexy voice, "that's so hot."

He dropped back to his knees and pulled off my panties. He kissed around my pussy, which always makes me a little nervous. As if he could read my mind he said, "you have a perfect little pussy." It helped me relax and just enjoy what he was doing down there. After a while I couldn't take anymore. I was overwhelmed and just needed his dick inside me. I sat up and pulled him up towards me, taking his boxers off with my feet as he worked his way back up my body. "Jamie, please" I said, just fucking fuck me.

When we finally got face to face I pushed my pussy up towards his dick. His smooth dick totally hard and he started working his way in. I arched my back and moaned. Every little thrust shot waves of electricity through my entire body. My stomach was almost upset by how many butterflies had violently flown through it. I could hear his breathing change as he too got washed away with pleasure. "Oh god, your pussy is so tight" he said. It wasn't long before he was balls deep inside me. He picked up the pace and depth of his strokes as my pussy got used to him being there.

His strokes were rhythmic but also and adjusted sensitively to what I needed. I moved with him, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. As I moved closer to orgasm I wanted him hard and deep. He picked up on it and did just that, using relatively small movements, but working extremely deeply and forcefully inside me. He was pushing me towards a perfect, full body orgasm. My toes curled, my nails dug into his back, I bit his shoulder, and I cried out as wave after wave washed over me. He slowed his movements so I could focus on coming and when I was done he held still, still inside me.

When I was capable of focusing my eyes, we looked at each other for a few seconds, but I had to look away. I was embarrassed I'd gotten so carried away and clearly had such an intense experience. He was flashing a big smile, proud of his accomplishment, taking full credit for my ridiculously huge orgasm.

He moved a minuscule amount inside of me, a fraction of his previous movements, but it hurt. He felt my discomfort, and moved even less, kissing my neck and mouth, distracting me from his slowly building strokes. Within a few minutes I was feeling less pain, and began opening my legs more, letting him in deeper and with longer strokes. Before long I was back to moaning and writhing under him.

His big strong arms pulled me up and turned me around onto my hands and knees. He got on his knees behind me. He pushed into me from behind. I arched my back and stuck my ass in the air. He smacked my ass, enjoying the view. I could feel my big athletic ass reverberate with each impact of his thrust and each smack of his hand. I could feel his balls swinging with his strokes, lightly hitting my clit. I was getting absolutely fucked and I loved it. He said again, "your pussy is so perfect and tight" just loving being inside of me, giving me more confidence to work with his movements. I gently reached under myself and cupped his balls. I lightly rubbed them into my pussy juice, getting them all wet.

He picked up the pace and strength and I knew he was close. He pulled me super close into him and then pulled out. I felt his hot cum on my ass, landing there, more and more. I let him enjoy the view while he came on me, and when he was done, I flopped down on my stomach. I didn't know if I was satisfied or wanted more. He laid next to me just digging the feeling of being in his own body. "Come inside me next time" I asked, thanking myself for being on the pill. He said, "I'm going to fuck you again later and wanted to keep your pussy clean for that." His words shot another wave of pleasure through me. I couldn't wait.

In time he got up and got me all clean.. We laid around together, snuggling and talking. We talked about whatever we wanted without worrying, joking and laughing, just feeling totally honest. Our touches progressively got more sexual. Again he got me so worked up, waiting to fuck me until I was begging for it. We cycled through fucking, talking, and cuddling three more times until it was morning. By the end I was loaded with his cum and I loved it.

But I had to go back to school and he had to go to his day job. We showered together, washing each other, so tired and so happy. I drove back to school by myself, waddling to the car, sitting so stiffly, my pussy stinging, the skin all over my body a little sore from being caressed so many times. The only thing keeping me awake during the long drive was my ridiculous horniness, all fired up from a long night of fucking.