Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh! - Sex Stories

Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh!

... frat parties.” “Not my style. My room is my private chamber if you will. I come here to work or play. You’re the first girl I’ve had in here since it became mine. My ex left me before I got it.” “She was a fool,” I said before stopping myself. “Thanks,” said Owen, smiling. “I mean it,” I said, rubbing his arm. “I mean, you’re a hell of a kisser.” Owen leaned over and kissed my lips softly. “You’re a hell of a kisser too.” “You should experience my blowjobs.” “I think I did, but I’d like to see how it compares to when you’re sober.” “Take your boxers off. I do owe you one for rescuing my undergarments.” Owen stood up, removed his boxers, and said, “You owe me nothing.” “I know.” I sat up, took his soft cock into my hand and guided to my mouth. I kissed the head, licking the hole and stroking the shaft with my hand. Owen moaned softly, then wove his fingers through my hair. I slid his cock into my mouth, feeling it grow between my lips and on my tongue. I sucked his growing cock, licking the head and sides, and letting my teeth drag along the shaft. “That’s perfect baby!” moaned Owen. I sucked his cock until it reached full size. His precum coated my tongue, and his cock filled my mouth. The sweet, salty taste was heaven on Earth. It was only now that I realized just how big he was. I wondered why my pussy wasn’t sore from our fucking. Owen pulled his cock from my mouth with a pop and said, “Fuck! That’s even better than last night!” “Thank you.” “My turn.” Owen pushed me down ...

... and pulled his boxers off my hips. He smiled wickedly and licked his lips. “God that’s such a beautiful sight.” Before I could reply, because it took my hung-over brain a moment to process his words, he was between my legs and kissing my pussy. I felt my eyes roll back into my head as his tongue touched my outer pussy lips. I moaned as his fingers separated my labia and his tongue brushed my clit. “Mmmm,” he moaned, “so tasty.” As God is my witness, I couldn’t say a fucking word! I felt my mouth open and move, but no sound came out. Instead, I just breathed, panted really, as he licked my pussy and slid a finger or two inside me. I could actually smell the scent of my own arousal fill the room. I caressed my breasts through the t-shirt Owen had loaned me, and the effect was making me nuts. I squirmed as I felt my orgasm building. Part of me wanted him to make me cum on his face, part of me wanted to wait for his cock. My decision was made when, by my best guess, Owen sucked my clit into his mouth and pushed me over the edge causing me to scream, buck, and soak his face. Once my orgasm passed, I heard a familiar sound. I looked up to see Owen rolling a condom on his cock, and suddenly, I too could remember last night. We had fucked. Yet, it wasn’t the hard fucking I had thought it was, but a good, drunken fuck. The best part of my memory, Owen was the only one who fucked me after all. Owen slid his cock into my pussy, filling me the way I expected, and more, and I moaned. He ...