My Girlfriend Shoved A Vibrator Up My Ass! - Sex Stories

My Girlfriend Shoved A Vibrator Up My Ass!

It was the winter semester of 2006 at UGA and I had been seeing Jennifer for a little over a year. I still couldn’t believe that I was involved with such a gorgeous girl. My feelings were further reinforced by my fraternity brothers, who constantly told me that I had, by far, the best looking girlfriend of any of the guys and one of the hottest girls on our entire campus; which is nationally known for gorgeous girls. Sex with Jennifer was more than amazing. Her sexual appetite was voracious and insatiable. I thought about sex all the time, or so I had thought, but amazingly Jennifer seemed to think about it even more than me. Not only did she like to talk about it, better yet, she loved to act on it. I found myself in a sexual relationship that was beyond my wildest imagination and with the most incredibly gorgeous and sexy girl I had ever seen. But of course not everything is perfect. Jennifer was, after all, a spoiled rich southern girl. She could get quite pouty when things didn't go her way and sometimes she would spend all day not talking to me. Added to that was the fact that she also liked attention from lots of guys and she loved to flaunt her superior looks and incredibly sexy body, relying on her exhibitionist tendencies to get that attention. Compounding those things was the fact that I had to deal with the reality that she had much more sexual experience than I did. She loved to talk about sex and much to my chagrin, she loved to tell me about her past sexual ...

... experiences. I did my best to disguise the fact that I was often very uncomfortable with this and tried my best to not let it bother me. I still felt that our relationship was very strong. But there was still the unsettled matter of Jackie, my stalker, who despite my best efforts to rid myself of, was still constantly texting, calling, and following me. Of course 'the Jackie situation,' as it became known, did not set well with Jennifer. The one funny thing that had developed by this time was that the campus sororities at UGA were making their last desperate efforts to recruit both Jennifer and her best friend, Brittany, who were both sophomores, into their membership. The sororities had done their homework and realized that both girls, besides being bonafide beauty queens, were from some of the wealthiest families in the state. Their membership would be a prestigious addition to any sorority in campus, prestige being sacred to the image of southern sorority. I am sure that Brittany would have joined one if Jennifer would have, but Jennifer was absolutely adamant that she would not join and “legitimize those phony bitches,” as she often said. As it was, Jennifer, Brittany, their wild friend Renee, and myself began to pull pranks on the sorority girls that came calling. When she knew they were coming over, Jennifer would answer the door while wearing a leather S&M outfit she had borrowed from Renee. I’d be on all fours on the floor barking like a dog with a leather mask over my ...