University Fuck
She was 20. I was 23. Young, horny, and living off takeaway, overdrafts, and bad decisions.
I met her in a uni nightclub — cheap vodka, sticky floors, and music that pulsed through your bones more than your ears. She was a BBW firecracker: short, maybe 5'3", thick thighs wrapped in tight jeans, massive tits barely held in by her top, and a smirk that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
I bought her a drink. We danced. She pressed herself against me like we were already in bed. Within an hour, we were back at mine.
Once the door shut, the games stopped.
I got those jeans undone like it was a challenge. Dropped to my knees, kissing her belly and hips as I peeled them down. Underneath? Plain knickers — nothing lacy, nothing fancy. The kind you wear when you’re not expecting cock.
But they were already soaked.
I slid them down and laid her back. Slipped two fingers inside her — slow and deep — feeling her squeeze and moan. Her pussy was hot and wet, her thighs twitching every time I curled my fingers just right.
She pulled me up, kissed me like she owned me, and before long, we were tangled in a filthy 69.
That’s when I found out — she was unshaved. Natural. Full bush. And it suited her. Nothing polished, nothing prepared — just raw, honest, real.
I buried my face in her pussy while she moaned around my cock, sloppy and eager. I licked her clit slow at first, then faster, teasing her until her thighs clamped around my head. She sucked me with that same urgency, moaning onto the shaft, hands on my hips, gagging slightly and loving it.
It was hot. Proper hot.
And then we fucked.
I climbed on top of her and slid in — bare, thick, deep. She gasped like I’d knocked the air out of her.
“Fuuuuck… you’re massive,” she moaned.
I’m 7.5 inches easy — eight on a good day — and she had me on a good day. Tight, warm, and small enough that I felt like I was stretching her out with every stroke. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nails dug into my arms, and she moaned like she hadn’t been fucked like that in years.
Then — right in the middle of it — she whispered:
“You’re the third guy I’ve fucked this week, the other two had also barebacked her, I knew I had probably licked some of their cum, but I didn't care, her vagina tasted amazing.
Did I care? Not even a bit. If anything, it made me go harder.
“Then you know how to take cock,” I growled. “So take mine.”
She did. All of it. No hesitation, no apologies. Just raw, reckless, messy fucking.
And then the unexpected twist — her mate walked in.
She’d been with my mate in the other room, but he couldn’t get it up. So she wandered into mine… and stayed. Sat on the edge of the bed. Watching.
We were half under the duvet at first. But not for long.
I pulled it down — gave her the full view. My cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, wet and glistening. Her friend just sat there, silent, eyes locked on us. Breathing heavy. One hand resting not-so-innocently between her legs.
I gripped my girl’s hips and fucked her harder. Her moans were turning into cries now.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered.
“Good,” I growled. “Let her see how I ruin you.”
And she did — came hard, legs shaking, soaking the bed as she screamed my name. I kept going until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Pulled out, knelt over her chest, and came all over those perfect, wobbling tits. Her friend just sat there watching my cock cum over her best friends tits. Thick, hot ropes of cum, dripped down the young sexy bbws tits and belly. She rubbed it in like she wore it with pride.
No towel. No awkwardness. Just jeans back on — no knickers — one last kiss… and both her and her friend left.
Never saw her again.
Still, to this day, easily One of the best fucks of my life.
I wonder if she and her friend still talk about the time the bbw was cummed all over by me.
I met her in a uni nightclub — cheap vodka, sticky floors, and music that pulsed through your bones more than your ears. She was a BBW firecracker: short, maybe 5'3", thick thighs wrapped in tight jeans, massive tits barely held in by her top, and a smirk that told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
I bought her a drink. We danced. She pressed herself against me like we were already in bed. Within an hour, we were back at mine.
Once the door shut, the games stopped.
I got those jeans undone like it was a challenge. Dropped to my knees, kissing her belly and hips as I peeled them down. Underneath? Plain knickers — nothing lacy, nothing fancy. The kind you wear when you’re not expecting cock.
But they were already soaked.
I slid them down and laid her back. Slipped two fingers inside her — slow and deep — feeling her squeeze and moan. Her pussy was hot and wet, her thighs twitching every time I curled my fingers just right.
She pulled me up, kissed me like she owned me, and before long, we were tangled in a filthy 69.
That’s when I found out — she was unshaved. Natural. Full bush. And it suited her. Nothing polished, nothing prepared — just raw, honest, real.
I buried my face in her pussy while she moaned around my cock, sloppy and eager. I licked her clit slow at first, then faster, teasing her until her thighs clamped around my head. She sucked me with that same urgency, moaning onto the shaft, hands on my hips, gagging slightly and loving it.
It was hot. Proper hot.
And then we fucked.
I climbed on top of her and slid in — bare, thick, deep. She gasped like I’d knocked the air out of her.
“Fuuuuck… you’re massive,” she moaned.
I’m 7.5 inches easy — eight on a good day — and she had me on a good day. Tight, warm, and small enough that I felt like I was stretching her out with every stroke. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nails dug into my arms, and she moaned like she hadn’t been fucked like that in years.
Then — right in the middle of it — she whispered:
“You’re the third guy I’ve fucked this week, the other two had also barebacked her, I knew I had probably licked some of their cum, but I didn't care, her vagina tasted amazing.
Did I care? Not even a bit. If anything, it made me go harder.
“Then you know how to take cock,” I growled. “So take mine.”
She did. All of it. No hesitation, no apologies. Just raw, reckless, messy fucking.
And then the unexpected twist — her mate walked in.
She’d been with my mate in the other room, but he couldn’t get it up. So she wandered into mine… and stayed. Sat on the edge of the bed. Watching.
We were half under the duvet at first. But not for long.
I pulled it down — gave her the full view. My cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, wet and glistening. Her friend just sat there, silent, eyes locked on us. Breathing heavy. One hand resting not-so-innocently between her legs.
I gripped my girl’s hips and fucked her harder. Her moans were turning into cries now.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered.
“Good,” I growled. “Let her see how I ruin you.”
And she did — came hard, legs shaking, soaking the bed as she screamed my name. I kept going until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Pulled out, knelt over her chest, and came all over those perfect, wobbling tits. Her friend just sat there watching my cock cum over her best friends tits. Thick, hot ropes of cum, dripped down the young sexy bbws tits and belly. She rubbed it in like she wore it with pride.
No towel. No awkwardness. Just jeans back on — no knickers — one last kiss… and both her and her friend left.
Never saw her again.
Still, to this day, easily One of the best fucks of my life.
I wonder if she and her friend still talk about the time the bbw was cummed all over by me.
7ヶ月前
