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After Halloween, Brad and I continued to talk, texting each other several times a day. Our chats were flirty and sexual, but not romantic. I was in no hurry to enter another relationship after the way things ended with Steve. And while Brad was a big part of why things ended so badly, I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him. There was a special chemistry between us that made him impossible to forget. I still felt like an outcast at school, having been labeled a “whore” by a lot of girls after the story got out about me cheating on Steve. My friends stayed true to me, but I felt isolated from many of my classmates and found myself watching Easy A a lot, as I identified with the modernized Scarlet Letter stigma. Brad and I would occasionally SnapChat pictures to each other of our private parts and I would usually masturbate to the pics he sent me. And if not staring at them, I would at least visualize him when I touched myself. And so when he asked if I wanted to come spend the weekend with him a few weeks later, I couldn’t say no. It was a 90-minute drive from Orlando to St. Augustine where Brad was living in a dorm. I was a junior, but hadn’t taken any college tours yet so I was excited to see Flagler College. It was like something out of Harry Potter, a castle-like campus in the center of an ancient town. I wasn’t expecting the atmosphere to be as romantic as it was. Before going to the dorm, Brad gave me a tour and took me to dinner at a little touristy diner that served gator burgers. It was dark outside that Friday night by the time Brad showed me to his dorm. I had to sign-in and get a visitor badge, along with signing a waiver that said I would stay with my host. His dorm allowed guests to stay overnight, but you had to be 18, which I wasn’t just yet. I showed my fake ID that said I was 21 to get in since I was still 17. Compared to the beauty and richness of the campus and surrounding area, the dorm looked like a prison. The common areas were fine, but the only decorations were bulletin boards covered with campus announcements and events. As we climbed the crowded staircase up to the fourth floor, Brad held my hand. I felt protected by him in this strange new place as I clutched onto my weekend duffle bag. As we got to his room and he opened his door, my first impression was the huge difference between the left and right sides. Brad had the left side of the room, which had Florida Gators bed sheets, a centerfold calendar with a completely naked blonde with fake tits, and mersin escort the “College” poster from Animal House. Brad’s side was a little messy and haphazard, while the other side was clean. The bedsheets were a fun zigzag pattern of different shades of purple. The posters on the wall were of Beyonce and Celine Dion. It looked like a girls room. “Hey Dustin, this is Jackie,” Brad said as he introduced me to the skinny guy working on his laptop at the desk in the corner. He stood up, his piercing blue eyes making me feel like he could see into my soul. “Oh hi, Jackie,” he said excitedly in a high pitched voice. “Brad’s told me tons about you. I hope you have fun this weekend. I’ll give you two some space.” All of Dustin’s “s”‘s lisped ever so slightly. “It was nice to meet you, too. I’ll see you later, I hope?” I asked Dustin as he opened the door. “Yep. Just text me Brad when it’s clear to return.” He gave a joking growl as he closed the door behind him, taking his laptop and backpack somewhere else to work. I was really surprised that Brad hadn’t mentioned his roommate to me before. Brad was such a man’s man, a case of too much testosterone. I remembered hearing him use derogatory words towards gay kids in high school a lot, so I assumed he was not okay with gay people. “Your roommate seems awesome,” I said to Brad as I took a seat on his bed.” “Yeah, Dustin’s a great guy. I got pretty lucky with the room assignment… But let’s not talk about him.” Brad sat down next to me, his arm around my shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss. I could taste the garlic fries still on his breath as his lips parted mine and my tongue met his. His big free hand rested on my right breast as he groped it, rubbing it as his kiss became more powerful, his tongue thrusting to the back of my throat. “Oh, cutie… the things I’m going to do to you…” Brad got on his knees on the floor as his hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and quickly peeled it over my head, tossing it behind him onto Dustin’s bed. He leaned forward to unhook my lacy pink bra as he pulled that off too and leaned in to suck on my breasts. He hadn’t shaved in at least a couple of days and his gruff stubble scratched the skin around my nipples as he sucked on them, making them perky and firm. “I fucking love your titties,” he said as he continued sucking them and I moaned. As he continued sucking on my nipples, he reached down to unbuckle his belt. Standing up, Brad dropped his pants and boxers in one swift motion. His mersin escort bayan big cock was pointing straight out at me, his bushy black pubes framing it and thinning out as the hairs continued down his big balls. “Suck my dick, cutie.” I got off the bed and onto my knees at his feet. Looking up at him, I grabbed the base of his cock in my right hand and gently licked his head, which already had precum leaking from his urethra. I wrapped my lips around it as I began to suck it slowly, in and out, coating his dry dick with my spit. Brad’s strong right hand rested on the side of my face as he said “Oh fuck yes, cutie. Suck it harder.” I began sucking him harder and faster, taking his head to the back of my throat. He let out a louder moan as his head touched my uvula, and I pulled it back into my mouth. “Take it down your throat, baby.” I took a deep breath through my nose as I fought my gag reflexes, feeling his fat head bend down my throat. It was painful and my eyes began to fill with tears as he moaned, repeatedly saying “Oh fuck!” I fought to get it farther in, my throat making choking noises uncontrollably as I fucked his dick with my throat. He bent over to reach down and hold my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples as he said “You’re such a good little cocksucker.” I pulled his dick out of my throat, keeping his head in my mouth as I breathed heavily through my nose. He pulled his dick out and slapped my cheeks with it as I tried to get as much air as possible. “Do you like being throat fucked, cutie?” My thought was no, but I could tell Brad wanted to hear me confess to loving having a foreign object rammed down my throat. I nodded my head through my heavy breathing as he said “Oh fuck, yes. Yes you do, you little bitch.” He gave my face a gentle slap. Being called a bitch like this kind of turned me on. I began to suck it more and within seconds he grabbed my head and thrusted to the back of my throat again. “Take it down your throat again, bitch.” I looked up at him scared is I took a deep breath and forced his head down my throat. Once it was back there, he began to hump my face fast and hard. I gagged and choked. Without being in control, I wasn’t able to focus on not puking and my eyes began to stream with tears. I grabbed his strong, hairy thighs and pushed back as he released his hold on my head. Looking down, I continued to choke and gasp for air. Brad recognized he had gone too far. “Oh fuck, cutie. I’m sorry, are you okay?” He escort mersin got down on the floor at my level and lifted my chin. Seeing my tears, he leaned in and said “I won’t go that rough again on your pretty throat, baby.” He leaned in to kiss my messy mouth. Spit had drooled down my chin and neck and he licked it up around my lips as he returned to kissing me, spitting it back into my mouth. As he returned to standing, he brought his big, slobbery dick back to my face. “You ready to continue, cutie? I’ll be gentle.” I grabbed it and resumed sucking on it, hard and fast. Allowing the tip of his head only to the back of my throat, but I didn’t take it down again. Brad moaned, louder and louder until he pulled out, grabbed his dick and jerked it off fast as he held my head with his left hand. He maid a noise like he was in pain, holding his breath or something and then let out a prolonged “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” as he shot his big, hot, sticky load on my face. It stung a little as the first hard blast made contact with my cheek. By the time he was done, it was in my hair, on my right eye lid, my nose, my closed lips, and dripping down my chin. “Oh fuck, baby. You’re such a good little cock sucking bitch.” He pressed his head against my lips. “C’mon baby, suck out the last drops for me.” Brad’s spunk had always been bitter and nasty, and this time was no different. I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock, tasting his gross jizz and making a face that let him know I thought it was disgusting, but he was so turned on by it. Pulling out, he used the head of his cock to smear his jizz closer to my lips as he instructed me to lick it off in a whisper. It continued to be gross. but I did it anyway for two reasons: one, it turned him on and two, I had to get the cum off my face anyways. I wiped the spunk out of my eyes and cleaned my fingers on his bed sheets. Brad took a step to the side and turned my head, placing it against the edge of his bed as he raised his left leg and rested it on the bed. Dropping down slowly, he rested his hairy balls on my face and said “Lick my balls, cutie. They’re making more cum for you right now.” I stuck out my tongue and teased his hairy scrotum. Both of his balls felt heavy against my tongue as I lifted them and lowered them back to resting position over and over as Brad hummed with pleasure. His dick had softened a little, but not enough to shrink all the way down and it rested it’s full weight on my forehead. “Now it’s time to get you off,” Brad said as he stepped back and helped me up to my feet. Unbuttoning my jeans, he peeled them off of me to reveal my pink lacy panties that matched my bra. Brad stood behind me as he peeled them off and let them drop to my ankles as his right hand reached around and cupped my bald crotch.

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