Ingrid’s Tit

Anal

I’m a second year college student at my local community college. I’m on the football team. I get great grades. And I’m muscular and good looking. I’ve had a couple nice girlfriends, though not now.

But I don’t fit in. I used to stutter really bad though now I almost never do. It’s not about nerves – I’m actually very confident and happy with myself. It’s just the way my brain works.

The reason I don’t fit in is mostly because I’m really quiet. Not shy. I just don’t ever feel the need to fill every silent moment with talk.

In class, I rarely raise my hand. In social settings I like to watch. My past girlfriends liked me as the big strong silent type but eventually wanted more communication. And that’s ok. I’ll find someone who doesn’t need chatter.

I never dated Ingrid, she was an exchange student. She talked incessantly. She was nice on the eyes and many guys wanted to take her out.

She sat next to me in the cafeteria out of the blue one day. Girls like Ingrid always wanted something. Maybe she wanted my notes, maybe she wanted to be seen with me – to make someone jealous. Sometimes girls felt the need to break past the veneer; to get me to open up and talk. There is no veneer.

The cafeteria was crowded enough that no one would pay attention to any particular conversation. Still, Ingrid leaned close, whispering in my ear, because what she had to say was particularly secretive, “Can I watch you jerk off?”

Now this was new. Obviously she wanted something more, I just didn’t know what it was. I gave her an incredulous look. “I let you suck my tit if you do it.” I got the sense that this was a concession, that if I had agreed right away she wouldn’t have offered.

I’d practically memorized what she looked like in different outfits in class and the idea of sucking on her medium sized tits sounded good enough for me. But one had to be wary of an offer like that. With a less than fully committed smile I nodded.

She lived in the exchange student dorm which is where we met that evening. She invited me in, got me a glass of water, and asked me to sit on the couch, motioning for me to unzip. I liked that she didn’t ask me what I wanted to drink, or how I wanted this whole jacking off thing to go. Less small talk.

She was wearing a knit one piece dress that hugged her thin curves. Her ass was to die for.

Ingrid wasted no time. She pulled the neckline of her top down letting one beautiful perfectly shaped boob hang out. I had kinda hoped for both. But this was still real good. I had also hoped that she really intended for more to happen. I had a pocket full of condoms.

Rising up to her knees, she leaned her thighs against the throw pillow between us and fed a delicious pink nipple to my waiting lips. It was wonderful. It grew hard as I sucked and so did I.

I jerked with mellow strokes at first, building to a crescendo, at which point in time I dropped a big creamy load on my stomach. Ingrid’s hands clutched at my head to maintain her position with her tit between my lips and teeth.

I caught my breath, reaching for tissues I spotted there by the couch, I got one last look at her wonderful boob from less than three centimeters sway before it left me. Ingrid sat on her heels tucking her still wet boob back in its home.

Now would come the time when she would say what she wants. I could read her like a book. “Will you do it again for me?” I nodded my assent.

Ingrid got up, straightening the apartment. “Oh, Goody. That was fun. You thought it was fun, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Tomorrow?”

I smiled, “But…”

I wasn’t the only one who could read. Ingrid cut me off, “You want more.” I nodded once. She went on, “I want more too.”

She picked up my wallet which had fallen on the floor, handing it to me, while ushering me out the door, she confirmed our plans while the latch clicked, “Tomorrow, more, while you jerk off.”

Her spectacular tit had me under her spell. Can you believe that just one solitary tit could make me such a slave?

I arrived freshly showered. Ingrid seemed nervous. She looked both ways down the hallway and pulled me in. Josh from the team was there. I didn’t know he knew Ingrid. Did she rope him in too?

I imagined a circle jerk with the two of us performing for Ingrid.

She brought us over to the couch where we both stood dumbly. Ingrid started to explain like a parent to a child, her English wasn’t that great, “Josh is my boyfriend. He wants nasty things so I found a solution. You get to jerk off again while you blew him.” Sensing my discomfort she added, “And you get to suck my tit again.

We were both nervous too now. The fact that we knew each other didn’t help. I wondered if Josh picked me for her “solution.” From the look on his face it kinda looked like he didn’t know about it.

I also wondered how she came to this idea. The way I figure it she hated giving blowjobs but he really wanted one. I was gonna canlı bahis şirketleri need a whole lot more than sucking on her tit.

I guessed if this was about her hating blowjobs. That therefore, I couldn’t ask her for a blowjob as her end of the deal.

I could ask to suckle on both her titties, but that wouldn’t really be enough either. Then it hit me. I knew what I wanted.

Ingrid took charge, “Ok boys, this is what you get. Strip!”

Josh objected, “This isn’t what I wanted. I wanted you to…

“And you’re to be getting one.” She cut him off. He didn’t look super happy but he accepted it.

Turning to me she said, “It would make me happy to see you jerk off again.”

I replied quickly, pointing to my phone, “On your face.” She looked horrified. I doubt she thought I would stand up to her. I’m quiet, not spineless. But the terms of our bargain needed to change and she knew it too.

Josh understood my words and gestures completely. A true compadre, he raised his hand for a high five which resounded joyously in the air, “Yea, man, get a video of doing it on her face!”

“Too much!” She complained.

I countered. “Gotta have video. To suck I need a lot.”

Josh echoed, “The vids non-negotiable, pay the man his dues.”

She considered this, knowing she had to give something. “You get video and tit. That’s it!”

It was Josh’s turn to complain, simply saying, “Naturally, he can’t suck a tit and a cock at the same time.”

Josh offered to her, “You kneel between his legs and give him a boob job then.” Given her choppy understanding of English he added gestures to clarify.

The gestures and the logic were inescapable, she gave in, “Video and boob-dick. That’s it!”

I took a long time trying to decide if a boob job was really worth sucking a cock for. I’d heard it was just like sucking an elbow. No big deal. Ingrid pushed up her boobs showing off her cleavage. I considered that the BJ would be over in seconds but the video would last forever.

In answer I dropped my pants and sat down on the couch with my legs spread. Ingrid set up her phone to take video then reluctantly got between my legs. Again she simply pulled her top below her breasts. The taught fabric held them up and framed them beautifully beyond fucking belief. Yea, it would be worth it.

Josh didn’t seem to know what to do with himself. Slowly he took off his clothes. I could see him struggling with how best we could do this.

Eventually he straddled my chest, (I had to scootch down a bit.) presenting a very shriveled dick to me. Even though I have one, I never considered how hairy a guy’s bush would be. But with it right there in your face you get a different perspective.

From down on the floor behind Josh, Ingrid shrieked, “Gawk! Butt-face. Butt-face.” I could see the tips of her painted fingers reach around his thighs as she pushed his butt away from her face. “Let’s get this over boys.”

One would imagine that Josh would be ready for his blowjob to start, but instead he told Ingrid, “You first. Get him hard.”

I could see between Josh’s legs. Gingerly she pushed on the sides of her boobs being careful not to touch my dick with her hands. Her jugs brushed up against my dick. They were amazingly soft. With my hand I rubbed my soft dick around on her tits.

She made all sorts of noises of displeasure as she tried to keep my gradually stiffening member away from her hands and face.

Meanwhile Josh’s wasn’t getting stiff at all. And it was still only inches from my face. It hung there limp and heavy, maybe six inches long. His balls hung there too. Quite low, with the left being lower. Overall his stuff looked a lot like mine. I can’t say I ever noticed mine smelling so masculine. It wasn’t a horrible smell. I just didn’t expect any smell at all.

I had my head tilted to the side, away from his menacing dick, and looking down so I could watch the titty-fuck before other things started for real. The sight of her plump titties wrapped around my cock was quite exciting.

Ingrid’s boobs were a little dewey which created friction. When our skin caught against each other’s I would occasionally wince. Additionally, it made it so I couldn’t slide between them sufficiently. I suggested, “Ingrid, it’s not gonna work unless you wet it. Make it slippery.” She grunted with obvious dissatisfaction.

I was sensing that Josh and Ingrid weren’t on the same page. Fortunately, he took my side, “Yea, Ingrid! It’s the only way.” Josh winked at me. “You gotta lick it.”

She threw up her hands saying something in German as she stood. When she came back she had a bottle of hand cream which she spread liberally on her tits, but not on my penis. Apparently, the little Prima Donna would never touch a man’s dick.

I did discover that boob jobs are much better with lube. I’d fucked both my previous girlfriend’s pussys and had blowjobs, but this was my first titty-fuck.

When I was fully canlı kaçak iddaa hard and pistoning nicely between her boobs she announced impatiently, “OK, Josh, do your dirty thing now.

Josh’s hands were on his hips, then he lifted them up as if to grab my head. Next, he rested then by his side – he just didn’t know what to do with his hands.

I took hold of his cock with my right hand. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything with the same kind of squishiness. I mean I’ve touched mine. But another guys felt different somehow.

The thing was warm and alive. I glanced up nervously as if to say, “I’m holding your cock and it’s alright.” He didn’t see. Josh’s head was craned back to watch me sliding my dick between Ingrid’s full tits.

His cock rapidly rose to its full height. It filled my vision completely. I held my hand up to it, it was longer than my hand from wrist to fingertips. Did the odor change? I think it smelled more musky when hard. Not musky like a dead animal but musky like that back scent in cologne.

Did I mention that I’d heard a cock was like an elbow? Well it wasn’t. Like I said, at first it was squishy, but then it was both soft and hard. It was also kinda moist. I mean, elbows aren’t moist. It wasn’t wet, just definitely not dry.

I gave it a firm stroke from base to tip just like I like. Josh moaned and Ingrid told us to get on with it. I wasn’t at all ready to put it in my mouth. But I was absolutely ready to spend some time getting to know my new friend.

The head really flared out quite a bit, being significantly bigger than the straight tubular shaft. My head isn’t as big and mine gets thicker closer to the base.

I tried jerking it with a few fingers, with my whole hand, and with my other hand cupping his balls – just because I wanted to see what these different experiences were like.

Josh was watching me and when our eyes met I shrugged as if to ask him, “I guess we should get started?”

Josh rested one hand on my shoulder in a friendly gesture, answering verbally, “I’m good with whatever you want, Bud.” We smiled at each other as we heard Ingrid making all sorts of disgusted grunts and sighs. Then Josh mouthed silently to me, “Don’t cum fast.”

I gave a single nod of approval, mouthing back, “You too.” For better or for worse, here I was about to suck a cock, and I was asking my cocksman to take his time! But we had fun torturing Ingrid.

I bent his big cock down, pointing it at my mouth. I stared down the tip looking into the tiny hole. I’d never looked at a dick from this view before. It had been about a half hour since I’d arrived and honestly this was the very first moment that it dawned on me that another man’s cum was going to come out of a cock and go into me.

I considered calling this whole thing off. Screw Ingrid. Her breasts felt fantastic but I could always watch porn on my phone. Would the video she was presently making even be good enough?

Josh saw my hesitation too, “Craig, if we stop now I’ll never mention it again and no one”ll know. We can just go home…”

He was interrupted by a short string of foreign profanity from Ingrid, followed by her pitiful whining, “We can’t give up now. Look at me! Meine brüste are wrapped around this dork’s cock. There is lotion all over them and it’s getting all over my shirt. My knees hurt and I’m getting tired.” Her tone became more commanding, “You suck that cock and make it good, so, so, just make it good!”

“It’s OK Josh. I want to.” I lied at that moment. I felt bad for him and he was being such a good sport. The opposite of the blonde bitch girlfriend of his. “For us cocksuckers sucking cock is our favorite thing to do.”

It was everything we could do to keep from laughing. Imagine the sight, a big angry cock was pointed at my mouth, Josh was getting ready to stick his throbbing pole into my mouth, and instead of being lust-filled or serious, we were cracking up.

It helped ease the tension for me. I opened wide, preparing to swallow the beast. I made a failed attempt, then tried again. If you’ve ever read a story about sucking cock you know that this is the exact second when a drop of precum always appears on the end. However, you don’t always hear just how important that moment is. That is when things are just about to get meaningfully real.

I was not just going to only suck a mere elbow. It was going to feed me fluid from another guy’s balls. Cock-juice was going to actually touch my lips, my tongue.

Rather than engulf the hot, moist, aromatic club outright I kissed the tip, I suppose to avoid starting. That drop of cum was wet, and sticky, and it stretched when I pulled back from that perverted kiss. I needed it off my lips. I wanted to wipe it off but without thinking I licked my lips instead.

My feelings changed from realizing that I was tasting cum, to realizing that it strangely tasted good and sweet. I looked up from the red knob to Josh’s face and flashed my “It-tastes-good canlı kaçak bahis smile”. He smiled back just as enthusiastically, “You’re doing fine, Man.”

I thought about Ingrid’s distaste of cocks, it bewildered me. I tried to make eye contact with her too. To question why she didn’t like it. But I couldn’t connect. I couldn’t see her face at all down there. Though my leaky cock smashed between her jugs looked amazing.

My fear was gone. With a juicy French kiss I took half the head between my lips, exploring it with my tongue. I made a point of circling it and sticking it in the hole. I pictured my tongue going into the slit, scooping out precum, though of course nothing of the sort could happen.

Having a cockhead in my mouth was fantastic. The texture was smooth and firm, but with give. I needed to get more in me. I pushed up from my reclining position to impale myself as deeply as possible. It wouldn’t go; the sides were dry. Pulling off, I gathered up an ample amount of saliva then bathed the entire stick, running my tongue back and forth, around and under.

Screw Ingrid again, this was fun. It was made a hundred times more fun as I was listening intently to Josh’s appreciative noises and Ingrid’s various sounds of revulsion.

After wetting it, I returned to the task of getting it as deeply into myself as I could. It was considerably easier to swallow the sword now. I made it past the crown first try. It felt really cool when the ridge squeezed past my tight lips. I concentrated on how my lips first expanded while the pointy tip widened, then how they closed in again on the narrower shaft. It was fucking exciting!

I had about three inches in my mouth, but when I tried to go deeper, half reclining and scooted down like that, it was like doing crunches against gravity. I couldn’t rise up higher. No worries, Josh saw me struggling and helped out.

Josh started thrusting into me but started to lose his balance. To keep from falling he touched my head lightly, steadying himself. Josh apologised, “Sorry for holding your head, Dude, I’ll fall over otherwise.” Ingrid grunted her disapproval of our delay, I mumbled my approval of his head grabbing. Josh’s voice got high, “Really? It’s alright?” I nodded, causing his cock to bob along with my face. “Dude, you’re the best ever! Can I… can I, like, grab it hard?”

Shit! That sounded hot. I wanted to scream “Yes.” I nodded vigorously vocalizing, “Umph, uh mm rrghh.” By which I meant “Yes, fuck my face.”

He placed both hands on the sides of my face. My ex used to hold my head like that and gaze into my eyes and It felt good. It felt good to be held by Josh too.

He thrust his dick a little deeper. I saw him looking up at the ceiling while he did it and I knew it must have felt fucking fantastic.

He pulled out, then looking back at me and tightening his grip he pushed forward even more. I remembered that urge to drive all the way, just like when pounding a pussy. I wanted to let him drive into me. Putting my hands in his legs I helped him get deeper.

His big dick reached the back but there was still an inch and a half left to go. He started to pull out, to make another go of it. Instead of allowing that, I held onto his thighs tightly, pulling hard.

Josh understood but needed to ask. “Should I fuck it?” I nodded in earnest. He shifted his hands back behind my head further then tightened his grip even more. I tightened mine too.

He tried a few more times. I tried to help as much as I could too. Clearly, his cock was too big. I gagged. I choked. My eyes filled with tears. And I almost threw up. Finally, Josh said he was gonna quit hurting me. His cock lost a little of its hardness too. I guess gagging isn’t all that sexy.

He resumed fucking me, just not as deeply. His cock was no longer steely. In fact, it had a little bend to it. Then I was inspired. The next time that gorgeous cockhead was near the door to my throat I pushed with my head and pulled with my hands. That’s what it took! The less rigid dick popped through. It hurt just a little but also filled me so nicely.

Josh cheered, “You did it!”

I’d forgotten about Ingrid but she cheered too, “Fuck him, Josh. Feed it all to him and get that nasty urges out of your system.” She also pressed her boobs together to hug my dick better. The warm slippery boob tube felt even better.

Josh kept thrusting erratically but shallowly. He said that he was proud of me but that it just felt better that way.

His wild stabbing was making it hard for me to suck without my teeth getting in the way. I grabbed his balls to yank him into me and also pull him out; but in a more controlled way. Josh yelled out, “My balls love you man! Keep doing that.”

“I’m coming! I’m coming” Saying that, he unloaded a colossal stream of thick goo on my tongue. Josh’s sexy frenulum was swimming in his cum and my spit, rubbing frantically against the flat of my tongue. He jabbed it aimlessly around for a bit, spreading his seed.

Now that he was done he wanted to pull out. But this was all too thrilling for me to let it stop just when I was about to cum too. I grabbed those big hairy sweaty balls tight, not letting him go.

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