Tish was a college freshman who swayed gently as she walked. Her blonde hair, cut shoulder-length, styled in a girlish flip, and a cute pink dress. I took a deep breath as she drew near.
I had met Tish at the bookstore where I work. She was looking for a field guide for her botany class. After I suggested a book that proved valuable to her, she visited the bookstore often. My nostrils filled with the freshness of a warm spring day whenever I was near her. Her supple flesh, subtle curves, and dainty features thrilled me to the core.
Two weeks after we met, I suggested that we go for a little hike at a county park. It would give her a chance, I told her, to show me what she had learned from the field guide. The trail was well kept and easy to follow. I fell behind Tish on a hill about midway through. It wasn’t that steep, but I was carrying the pack, and I got a little winded. When I reached the top and didn’t see her, I decided to empty my bladder. I’d been needing to piss for a while, but I couldn’t bring myself to whip it out right in front of her.
I had a good stream going when I got the feeling I was being watched. When I looked around, I saw Tish staring—she had circled back when she realized that I wasn’t behind her. Finishing quickly, I shook off the last droplets. That’s when I invited her to help me shake it dry.
My dick stretched as Tish came closer. When she was beside me, I put her hand on it. I shivered even though her hand was incredibly warm. Tish’s breathing quickened. She glanced up at me, her face filled with awe as she felt me grow in her palm.
I eased my way into her until I wedged the head of my dick against her cervix. Her pliant pussy stretched to accommodate me; her hot juices basted my throbbing woody. She stiffened, cooed, and clawed the oak. I winced, she was so tight. Her pussy collapsed and caressed my dick like a second skin. Wild spasms rippled through her agitated slit, and my boner bucked sympathetically.
“Oh, it feels so good,” she moaned. “Oh, it’s so good, oh it’s so good, oh it’s so good. I’m so totally stoked.”
I grabbed her hips, pulled my dick back, and thrust into her. She whimpered and cooed. I pulled back again and thrust more forcefully. She cried out like a wild animal.
A reservoir of hot jizz churned in my balls. I fucked her until she cried out with another orgasm, then withdrew. She turned around, her eyes wild with passion. “Suck it,” I told her. “Get down on your knees and suck it.”
Tish dropped like a rock and stuffed my dick into her face. She timidly touched my balls, then kneaded them as though that would free the precious seed she craved.
Just as my load boiled over in my balls, Tish opened her mouth wide, and I spewed my wad onto her outstretched tongue. I backed away and watched as she licked her lips and swallowed my spunk.
She put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my thigh when we drove back into town. As we neared the campus, I asked if she was ready to return to her dorm.
She shook her head. “I’d like to see your place,” she said softly. I took her hand and put it right on my crotch. She cooed and caressed my dick.
Tish squirmed as I stuck my head between her legs and kissed her downy muff; she cackled like she was laughing and crying at the same time when I licked her pink seam.
I consumed Tish’s tangy pussy. She stiffened and arched her back, then squealed with delight as I brought her to a rousing climax. I backed away and undressed while she caught her breath. Her sizzling sauce dripped from my lips.
I sat down next to Tish, unbuttoned her shirt, and unsnapped her bra. Then I guided her face to my upstanding dick. She locked her lips around my boner, and I lifted my hips off the couch to thrust into her mouth.
“Oooo, suck it, baby, suck it,” I moaned as Tish gave me a hummer that wouldn’t wait. She didn’t have a lot of style, but she had plenty of enthusiasm. An immense pressure gathered in the base of my dick.
I fondled her titties and tweaked her nipples as she slobbered over my erection. When she had me so hard that I couldn’t stand it, I pulled away from her and stood. “Take your shirt off,” I told her. She complied. My dick reared as I looked her over. The only thing she had on was her open bra. I pulled her toward me, bent my knees, and rubbed my dick over her little breasts. Tish purred like a kitten.
I told her to stretch out, then I got between her legs and hoisted them into the air. I leaned over her and let my dickhead glide over her crease until it poked her engorged clitoris. The delicious friction between our aroused genitals made us quiver and moan.
I grabbed my dick and guided it into her pussy. Tish hissed as I eased into her, and that pliant pussy tightened around me until I could feel her heartbeat through its vibrant walls. “Oh, god, baby,” she cried.
I crossed her ankles and held onto them like handlebars as I plowed into her. Tish arched her back as powerful convulsions pulsed through her pussy. She yelped her nervous laugh and writhed with a burning lust. I held steady as an exquisite tingling sensation consumed my erection.
As her spasms subsided, I withdrew and nudged my boner against her puckered asshole. Tish grunted and squirmed away, but I pulled her back and lined my dick up with her back door. She grimaced and gasped as I eased into her asshole, but she didn’t try to stop me. The raw friction tickled the underside of my dickhead and sent an insistent tremor up my spine.
Tish’s sphincter muscle gradually relaxed and allowed me full access to her untried asshole. I put her hand on her pussy and told her to stroke herself while I fucked her ass. Tish rubbed herself tentatively at first, but soon frigged herself with wild abandon. Her asshole rhythmically clenched my dick when she made herself come.
I pulled out of Tish’s backside with a plop, scooted up the couch, and presented her my throbbing rod. She tilted her head toward my twitching dick and opened her mouth; I plunged into her face until my nuts bounced off her chin. Tish moaned and cooed excitedly as my dick jerked, recoiled, and fired salvos of semen down her throat.
Tish and I shared a bubble bath—she didn’t have a tub in her dorm, just a shower, so it was a rare treat—and went out for dinner before I drove her back to campus. She would have stayed over that first night, but she had an early class. But she turned up at the bookstore the next afternoon and stood around grinning until I finished my shift.
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