My wife (Jill) and I have enjoyed ten years together. Her (30) and I (31) continue to have a vigorous and very satisfying sex life. I’ve read that a woman’s sex drive reaches its peak in her early thirties and I’m all in favor if that’s true. However, this tale isn’t about us as we are now but about us during our years at college.
We’d met in our sophomore year. I think both of us realized at once that we had found our someone special and within six weeks we’d moved into an off-campus apartment. Together for almost two years at the time of our story and affianced for a year, both of us had a plan for our futures which made us unique among our peers. Several of them were still undecided on jobs and careers after graduation. Jill wanted to teach. I wanted to be an engineer.
Jill’s family was financially stable and she’d qualified for several grants so her path through Grad School was assured. My education was paid for by the Navy. Undergraduate and Grad School was paid for by two weeks of training during the Summer and one weekend a month of wearing a uniform while attending lectures on military procedures. For agreeing to serve in the Navy for eight years, I’d graduate with no student loans owed and several years of real-life experience on my resume when I began looking for other jobs if I decided to leave the Navy.
Halfway through the Fall Semester of our Senior year, I had to spend many evenings at the university library. Yes, there was the internet to pull information from, but for many of my subjects the charts and graphs I needed were only found in reference books. Books too expensive to buy. Jill often came with me. Her field required she learn at least some calculus if she wanted to get a Graduate Degree in Education. She’d put this course off for as long as she could. Now Jill was staring with bleak eyes at having to complete two semesters of calculus.
Let’s have no sexist jokes about females being poor at Science and Math! Jill was very intelligent. Far more than I was in life and every subject except math and engineering. So, while I studied, every so often I’d have to stop and help Jill understand whatever problem she was hung-up on. I tried. I really, really tried to not show my exasperation! Having to tutor Jill in calculus was putting me behind in my studies. I think Jill sensed that and one evening she noticed a guy (Jack) from her class sitting on the far side of our study area. Jill walked over and then returned after a few minutes of quiet whispers.
Jill told me that she’d asked Jack to help her study so she wouldn’t disturb me. She gathered her books and soon both of them were deciphering the mysteries of calculus. There was no mystery why Jack had agreed to a study buddy. Jill was a walking, talking wet dream. Long, blond hair. Beautiful face. Very nice breasts. A slender, hour-glass build. Perfect tight ass and long, toned legs she kept in shape by jogging with me every morning. Even on a campus filled with pretty, young ladies, she stood out. On campus or off, when we climbed stairs, I would often fall back several steps to admire the view. Jill knew what I was doing and would laugh and she’d add a little more sway to her hips.
Jill and Jack agreed to meet every evening they had class to go over their notes. For two weeks they studied out of my hearing so I wouldn’t be disturbed. At the end of the second week, Jack left and Jill rejoined me. She was obviously excited.
“Jack made a pass at me,” Jill whispered.
“What?”
“Jack made a pass at me,” Jill repeated. “He said he wants to take me into the book stacks and make out!”
This was coming at me cold. I didn’t know how to respond. I mean, I knew that Jill had been with other men before me. Many men. She’d always seemed proud that she’d never cheated on a boyfriend, but between boyfriends, Jill hadn’t exactly kept her legs shut. She may have never cheated on a boyfriend, but she’d had no qualms about tempting other girl’s boyfriends to screw her.
Jill was always honest with me and when I’d asked, perhaps a little afraid of what I’d think of her, she’d hesitantly admitted to a number that was way, way higher than the number of girls I’d been with. She wasn’t exactly known as the high school whore, but part of that was because if she was at a party and had an itch she wanted scratched, Jill would pick a guy from another school to go off with him for an hour or two. Jill had had a lot of itches that needed to be scratched. Well, what was past was in the past and I didn’t give a shit that she’d been more than just a little promiscuous before meeting me. Our time together was definitely the longest Jill had ever gone having sex with only one guy.
“Do you want me to beat him up,” I asked hesitantly. We were the same height, but Jack had at least thirty pounds of muscle I didn’t have and I hadn’t been in a fight since the fourth grade.
“No,” Jill replied laughing. “I’ve had guys hit on me before. I know how to deal with them.”
“What did you tell him,” I asked after a bit, nothing else to say coming to mind. Was Jill waiting for me to get pissed? Act all jealous and possessive? My mind doesn’t work well when surprised. I have to examine a problem or situation from different angles before deciding on a course of action. My Mom once said that if I heard a joke, I’d have to analyze it first to decide what made it funny and then I’d laugh. Blame it on my engineering training.
“I said I’d think about it.” Jill’s cheeks were flushed. That Jill was excited was beyond doubt. The evidence was clear to anyone who knew her as well as I did. The way her ass squirmed on her chair told me she was wet. The pokies on her t-shirt caused by tight, hard nipples told anyone looking she was aroused.
I sat back in my chair and grinned. “You want to, don’t you,” I said, not accusingly but just stating a fact.
“I… It… Jesus, it was just so weird! I could see you over his shoulder, not thirty feet away and he was telling me what he wanted to do with me… What he wanted me to do… I mean, he sure as hell wasn’t shy about telling me what he wanted. Damn, we’d talked about other things than calculus, old boyfriends/girlfriends, and joked a little about sex… But it’s been a long time since a guy’s made a pass at me. I’ll admit it made me feel good to know I still ‘have it‘. Jill didn’t have to tell me what ‘it‘ was. She had ‘it‘ by the truckloads! I had to smile at how flustered Jill was.
“And you liked it. It excited you,” I whispered back, still not accusing. I was more entertained than anything else as Jill blushed redder and nodded. I hadn’t seen Jill blush in a long time. I pulled my books together and stood up.
“You’re finished,” Jill asked. I usually studied at least two full hours.
“Finished studying? Yes. Finished with what I’m going to do to you when we get home? Not even close,” I said leaning over to kiss her. Jill made a pleased, purring sound. I wasn’t much into public displays of affection beyond holding hands.
“We could go into the book stacks,” Jill mumbled against my lips.
“What I plan to do with you will have you screaming. I don’t think the librarians would like that.”
Jill kissed me hard then pulled back and there was an excited, throaty growl in her voice now, “Promise to make me scream!”
It was dark and the parking lot was almost empty. We didn’t even get out of the parking lot. As soon as we were in the car, Jill was un-doing my jeans. I let the driver’s seat slide back as far as it would go while looking around to make certain no one was close. Jill had my cock in her mouth seconds later. For a couple of minutes, the only sounds in our car were the wet, slurping sounds Jill’s mouth made as her head bobbed over my crotch. While one hand was on the back of her head pressing her mouth to take my cock deeper, my other hand slipped under her shirt to open the clasp of her bra. Continuing under her t-shirt, I pushed her bra cup out of the way and gripped a soft breast that ended in a rock-hard nipple. Jill has beautiful C-Cup tits. There was plenty of soft flesh for my fingers to close on.
Jill loves rough tit play. The harder I gripped her breasts, the more I pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, the louder she moaned and the faster her mouth moved on my cock. I was close but I wasn’t ready to let this end. Using a handful of her hair, I pulled her head from my crotch. Pushing her back into the passenger seat, I reached and slide her seat back as far as it would go. I found and worked the latch that let the back of her seat lay almost flat. As I did these things, Jill was busy pulling her jeans down and off one leg.
Space was tight but we were very motivated. As I balanced myself over Jill, her hands moved between us. One hand pulled the crotch of her panties to one side while her other hand guided the tip of my cock to her slit. Jill was drenched between her legs. Sliding the tip up and down her wet slit, Jill gasped when it bumped over her clit. Continuing to frig her clit with my tip, the fingers of her other hand began rubbing hard around the area of her clit also. The excited, high-pitched sounds she made at first soon became moans and soft, drawn-out words of how close she was.
I knew what Jill was doing and held myself above her patiently. She’d used my cock tip to make herself come more than once. Usually, I would hold myself over her for four or five minutes before her orgasm and she’d cry out for me to take her. Excited as she was tonight, it was maybe only a minute before her back stiffened and her head bowed back as she cried out she was coming.
As soon as Jill spasmed in orgasm, I thrust and took her hard and fast. Her loud wordless shrieks were music to me as I thrust as deep as I could again and again. I’d kept my promise to make her scream! Her knees bent, Jill spread her legs as wide as our cramped space allowed. Gripping my ass in an attempt to pull me deeper, Jill kept screaming out in orgasm while begging me to fuck her harder.
Though I tried to make our fuck last, we hadn’t had sex in a few days and I was as excited as Jill. Also, it just felt too damned good fucking her as hard as I could for me to slow down. I doubt I lasted more than three minutes before I was grinding against her pussy lips, straining to release stream after stream of cum as deep as I could inside her tight cunt.
Motionless, I stayed inside Jill after I was spent. Both of us were panting in the warm, humid car and covered in sweat. Our sex was always good, but it had been a long time since we had been so passionate in our desire to just fuck! Jill exhaled a long breath and sighed, “God… I can’t remember the last time we fucked in a car. We need to do this more often!” It had definitely been close to two years once the ready access to a bed had stolen the need.
Jill wrapped her legs around my ass to keep me from pulling out. She was moaning about how good I felt inside her and I could feel her thighs still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm. I felt no desire to pull out. I was still hard and inside her as I waited for our breathing to calm before kissing her mouth. The way her tongue met mine said more than words could that she was still excited.
We fucked again as soon as the door to our apartment closed. The only thing that slowed our race to the bed was the frantic shedding of clothes. I won and picked Jill up even as she was struggling to pull her t-shirt over her head. Her delighted yell as I threw her on our bed was loud. Pinning Jill to the mattress with her t-shirt still over her face, I took her and began my attempts to make her scream again.
And so, I did… Once, for certain… Unless she was faking, twice…
I still had her wrists pinned to the mattress as I moved fast between her thighs. After a while, I did release her so she could pull her shirt up and over her head finally, but only because I wanted to fuck her mouth. Despite having just come in our car, I was already nearing release. But I knew that by switching between Jill’s mouth and pussy, it would give me time to calm down a bit. I held Jill’s head up so I could fuck her mouth easily while fingering her pussy. After a couple of minutes, ready again for pussy, I put her on hands and knees to fuck her doggy.
By changing positions… By pulling out of Jill’s pussy to use her mouth when I drew close to coming… I was in this fuck for the long haul! I didn’t want to come quickly. Jill must have felt the same way. Her fingers were never far from her clit and never still as her shrill cries and moans filled our dark bedroom. Even as one wave of orgasm crested… Even as I watched her body tense and then spasm in her release… Even exhausted in the aftermath of her orgasm, Jill continued to beg for more cock.
It had to have been months since the last time we’d had such a fuck. Though our sex was always good… Tonight was, WOW! It was dumb of me but, seeing Jill’s slender and much smaller body under mine, I’d hesitate to really slam myself between her legs. Tonight though, above Jill on locked arms, I let out all the stops and if I was hurting Jill, she didn’t show it. Instead, with bent legs and her thighs spread wide, she did her best to push her hips up to meet my thrusts.
All good things end and I couldn’t hold on any longer. Jill heard my moan and felt my cock pulse inside her. Her ankles on my ass pulled me deeper into the V of her thighs as she murmured, “That’s it, come in me. Come in me.”
Both of us were exhausted after I came. Jill’s hands pressed into my back and her crossed legs over my ass refused to release me. As my weight pushed her into our mattress, Jill’s arms and legs held me tight as she let out a long, satisfied sigh. “God, I love it when I feel you come in me,” were her last quiet words for several minutes.
Both of us were breathing hard. After remaining on top of Jill for several minutes while we caught our breath, her legs finally relaxed and I rolled onto the mattress beside her. The sound of our sweaty bodies separating sounded like a zipper. Holding her, I watched as she skimmed a finger lightly up and down her cummy slit. I heard her hiss in a quick in-drawn breath when her fingertip touched her sensitive clit. Her eyes closed, Jill brought the wet finger to her mouth and sucked it clean before returning it to her pussy. I heard her sigh and mutter a satisfied, “Oh, my God…” I agreed completely.
With a wicked laugh, Jill bent her knees and spread her thighs and yelled, ‘NEXT!’, to the dark room. She’d done this the first time we’d had sex after she’d admitted to being with more than one man in the same bed at the same time. I’d thought it was moderately funny at the time. Tonight? Not so much, since I had to wonder if she was thinking of Jack.
Hunger was what finally moved us from the bed. To the shower first where there was much laughter and kisses as we washed the sweat and cum from each other. Washing each other and then toweling the other dry allowed roaming hands to linger over tits and ass. Jill had me almost completely erect as she tugged and stroked my cock for much longer than was necessary to dry it.
Jill turned on the kitchen lights and light-sensitive eyes had her turning them off immediately. It didn’t matter. There was plenty of light coming in the window from the streetlights to see by as we stood side-by-side at the counter to make sandwiches. As in the shower, there was laughter and kissing. Hip bumps became hugs and Jill laughed when she felt my hard cock pressed to her stomach. Taking my shaft in her hand, she playfully asked, “Haven’t you had enough pussy?” But I didn’t hear her say no when my hand moved to cup her. I didn’t hear a no when I pushed a finger inside. She continued stroking my shaft while her other hand pulled my mouth to hers. An aggressive tongue pushed into my mouth and I growled that if she didn’t back off, I wouldn’t be responsible for what came next…
“Talk is cheap, Cowboy. Show me what comes next,” Jill growled back before her hand on my neck pulled my mouth tight to hers again.
Our bed was close but the kitchen counter was closer. As our tongues dueled, I lifted Jill and set her ass on the edge. Jill’s hand on my neck kept our lips touching. I could feel her hot breaths as we looked into the other’s eyes. Spreading her legs, her other hand gripped my hard-on to pull me to her. Jill closed her eyes and groaned in satisfaction when I entered her. She sure as hell was saying no as she demanded, “Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
I did. At first on the counter but when I wanted more, she let out a high-pitched squeal as I pulled out to push her to the kitchen floor. On hands and knees, she pushed her ass back to meet my cock as I mounted her. Even as my hands held her hips to pull her backwards to meet my thrusts, Jill was still muttering, Fuck me!
Reaching, I grasped Jill’s tits and pulled her up against my chest. I continued to fuck her from behind even while I cupped and squeezed her soft breasts into hard mounds. I usually wasn’t this brutal in my treatment of Jill’s tits even though I knew she liked rough tit play. The thought of bruising her pale skin held me back.
Tonight on the floor of our kitchen I let my strength show. Mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples hard. If my hands caused her pain she didn’t ask me to stop. Instead, her head went back to rest on my shoulder and the only sound she made was a low, rumble from deep in her chest.
Christ! I’d come twice already and yet I was nearing release again in no time. I released Jill’s tits to grasp her hips again. I tried to make our fuck last longer, but I only lasted a couple of more minutes before filling Jill with whatever cum I had left in my drained balls. When I released Jill’s hips, she stretched out on the linoleum and turned onto her back. On my hands and knees, I moved to straddle Jill without putting my weight on her. I bent my neck to enjoy a long kiss. Helping Jill to stand, we ate our sandwiches without discussing the elephant in the room. Neither of us said a word but both of us knew what had roused tonight’s out-of-control carnal lust. Or rather who…
Back in our bedroom, Jill wasted no time lying down on the bed while stretching out abused muscles like a contented cat. Climbing under the covers beside her, I gave her a long goodnight kiss. Pulling away a couple of inches, I asked quietly, “You want to, don’t you?”
Jill didn’t even pretend to not know what I was asking. Opening her eyes to look into mine, she whispered, “Yeesss…“
CHAPTER TWO COMING…
