Going down on my roommate, my first girl-girl experience was an astounding event in my sex life. I turned into a real pussy hound for a while. I think I was a little in love. No, I know I was in love with her. I was pussy whipped. Sexually I only thought of her for at least a month or two. I followed her around like a sad puppy sitting up, rolling over, and begging to lick her crotch.
The morning after the first time I did her I met her in the kitchen, both of us up to prepare for classes. I wanted to embrace her, kiss her, strip her clothes off and make her squirm. She was friendly but just a little standoffish. I was devastated.
To really put me on edge, it was Friday and I knew she had a date that night with a guy she had been screwing. I was jealous of my squeeze. It gnawed at me all day long. I couldn’t concentrate. I came home after a late class and she was there in her room.
I cornered her in her room and wrapped her up and gave her a kiss. She returned it but there was a little hesitation and holding back. I held her tight to me and slid my hand to her crotch. She pulled away and said she had a date coming over any time. My face must have shown great hurt because she came and kissed me very softly and said, “Now just isn’t the time.” I was hurt and jealous and I left.
I left the house. I got a hamburger. I killed time at a mall for a while. I bought whiskey and got on a good buzz. Every college town has a Gay and/or Lesbian bar and I went to ours, intent on getting very drunk and picking up some pussy. I needed it bad.
Drunk and on a mission I plowed right into the bar’s crowd. There were probably 60% men there but there were also many women. In the first half-hour I ran into a beautiful pale red head in the bathroom and coming out of it I asked her to dance. We did and it was odd and exhilarating, another first for me. After a few fast songs we got drinks and went and joined her group of friends. She was there with two other women and three men. I was very happy to learn the men were all gay, and the two women were a couple.
She was mine, and I hers, and we both were happy about it. I had to wait through two more hours of dancing and drinking and a late night meal at a diner before we had a chance to be alone together when the friends split off to go their separate ways.
She was sweet and thin and small and pale and humorous and as feminine as a woman could possibly be in my eyes. She was renting an off-campus apartment with two other women. I could have almost worshipped her when she said “Let’s go to my place and get drunker and naked.”
The night to that point had been foreplay. At her apartment I striped her clothes off and she stripped mine off and my face was in her pussy in a minute. She came to orgasm quickly and had to force me to stop, bringing me up to lay on top of her, tit to tit, pussy to pussy, mouth to mouth. This is one of the most memorable experiences of my life, lying on top of her smaller body, kissing her with the taste of pussy still in my mouth, and expecting her to go down on me soon. It was heaven.
She soon rolled over on top of me. She spent a while on my tits, sucking the nipples and calling them big beautiful breasts. She went down further and her tongue hit my clit very gently but it set me off like a rocket. I gripped her head with my thighs and held it with my hands so tightly I bet she couldn’t breathe for a second.
“What a pleasing reaction,” she said when she could breathe “let’s do it again.”
And she did. Longer this time, and the orgasm wasn’t so explosive, but it was great. She came back up to me and snuggled with me for a while and the alcohol, happiness, and late hour almost put me to sleep.
X”I have a surprise for you” she said, jolting me from the edge of sleep. She got up and I could barely see her moving around the room. I heard a few drawers open and I thought I knew what she was up to but wasn’t sure. Then I knew what she was doing and I WAS surprised.
She was putting on a strap-on cock. She came to bed and mounted me without a word. With my hand I could tell my demure, feminine girlfriend was now hung like a damn horse. Luckily she had also lubed the thing up.
She slowly began inserting it. Once or twice I thought it was too much, just too big, but I only whimpered, I didn’t object. It stretched me and filled me like no mans dick ever has before or since. When she began slowly pumping it in and out I thought the tip was poking my Adam’s apple.
She told me “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before” and she did. I came and came, almost like one long orgasm. It hurt, it was torturous, but it was wondrous at the same time.
When she finished I was spent. We went to sleep. We woke next morning early but hung-over and had a small breakfast together. We parted with each other’s telephone numbers and a hug and a kiss with meaning. I was definitely hooked on her and her horse-sized cock, even though it hurt to walk home. We would definitely see each other again.