Beer for Breakfast - Sex Stories

Beer for Breakfast

Two months into my second year of college, I was sharing an apartment with three other girls. There were two to a bedroom, each of us with single beds. I was a week away from turning nineteen. Saturday morning I was roused from out of my sleep by knocking at the door. My roommates were off somewhere and there stood two guys, about my age, looking for one of them. I was still in my sleep ware; an over sized tee shirt and worn out baggy shorts, of course no bra or panties. Not to brag - to much - but I was at a cute perky stage of life. My A cup breasts stood tall, and my seemingly always erect nipples pointed the way towards adventure. I had, and still have, a killer ass and have been told by many that I'm a great fuck. Of course, that was from guys who had been fucking me, so their opinions may just have been a bit biased. The two unexpected guests carried in a case of cheep beer, and a couple of joints. Guess what was for breakfast! Now I do admit to being a flirt, and enjoy male attention. My small breasts, with their hard nipples, and the fact that I was sitting crossed-legged in baggy shorts, drew lingering, but welcome stares. My virginity had vacated the premises years before and I was well aware of what I was doing. It wasn't long before we had run out of smoke. Sal decided to go out and score some more to keep our little flirt party going. His plan was to just walk the streets and ask until he found someone who would sell him some. After all this was a college town. ...

... The door no sooner closed than I found myself kissing Jim, which felt so very good. Jim's hands met no resistance. My thin tee shirt was no barrier to the attention my tits so badly yearned for by that time. His mouth on my nipples almost had me cumming on the living room floor. I urged him to my single bed. My tee shirt only half off, I led the way by clutching at his swollen jean encased cock. We tumbled onto my unmade bed with me on my back, Jim half on top of my sprawled body. His finger found it's way to my now soaking wet pussy, lifting my hips, his finger reached deep inside of me. Enough can't be said about the joy of feeling a finger, or fingers, skillfully probing inside an eager, willing pussy. This bit of foreplay is too often given minor attention in the urgent hast to fuck. There was the usual confusion and clumsiness as my shorts hit the floor. Jim's pants followed. My tee was pushed up over my shoulders, almost covering my face. I reached down and eagerly guided a very hard cock to the right place. A moan escaped my lips as he pushed into me. With my feet flat on the bed and my knees bent, I gave Jim all the space he needed. He quickly filled the void. That amazing feeling of being filled by the heat of another person evoked moans of lust from both of us. Jim and I bounced our heated bodies against one another, unaware of our surroundings. Than, for some reason, I opened my eyes. Sal was sitting next to the bed watching in silence, as Jim and I fucked. Jim's ...