This is a true story of some of the sexual events of my life when I was in graduate school back in 1971-73. I was attending a college out in rural Mississippi, working on a master's degree in physics. I had not been that successful with the ladies up until then. Despite being decently good looking, and having an intense sex drive, I had been rejected so many times in high school that I didn't lose my cherry until I was a sophomore in college. That's another story.
So, there I was in graduate school, jacking off half a dozen times a day while fantasizing about the really hot girls in the tight-knit group of hippies (the "freak community") that I had started hanging out with a few months after I showed up on campus. Now, you might be asking yourself, how does a physics major come to be hanging out with a bunch of hippies? The simple answer is, they were the friendliest bunch of kids I had ever bumped into. The were totally accepting of me and my nerdy ways. They were also mostly serious students, and most of them were on the campus newspaper staff -- which I joined. For the first time in my life, I was being invited to really fun parties with really cool boys and girls. And the girls didn't wear bras, and they "slept around". A lot.
Except with me. What a fucking bummer!
It was my first summer on campus. I had asked my father to let me spend the summer in school so I could get my degree faster, and he agreed. And to save money, he also let me rent a shabby little one-room apartment, if I promised to cook most of my own meals and not eat in the Student Union Building so much. It was a fair deal.
Of course, I still spent every spare minute in the Union because that's where my newfound friends congregated every day.
About two weeks into the summer semester, I noticed new faces at the big round table in the corner of the Union. They were the high school aged brothers and sisters of my friends. I learned it was common for parents to send their younger kids off to spend a week or two with their older siblings at college, to "inspire" them to study harder. Yeah. Right.
One day, Megan, the editor of the campus newspaper (and the star of many of my masturbation fantasies), came up to me privately and asked, "What would you take to babysit my little sister tomorrow evening? She follows me everywhere. And she's hitting on my boyfriend! No way am I taking her to Sam's party. We were planning on doing some" -- she leaned in closer and grinned -- "swapping around, you know? Like maybe even some girl on girl? I can't take my baby sister there! Help me! Please?"
I found myself looking down into Megan's ample cleavage. I stammered a bit, and tried to suggest that maybe... maybe Megan could hook up with me once as a fair trade... She laughed and jiggled her tits in my face.
"Mmmm, I was thinking more like paying you eight bucks. Take her out to eat. Or to a movie. Make it ten, okay? We can discuss me hooking up with you some other time. A deal?"
I nodded morosely, and took the money.
The next day, after my relativity class, I headed over to the Union. I bought an order of fries and went over to the corner table. Other friends were drifting in from their classes. Megan was already seated, with a gorgeous girl beside her.
Megan introduced me to her sister, Charlotte, who was an absolute doll. Obviously, big breasts ran in their family. She was about five feet four, had silky brown hair almost to her tiny waist, and an elfin face with big brown eyes and a sexy smile. I could understand why Megan wouldn't want this competition around. I mean, Megan was beautiful, but Charlotte was... DAMN!
I spent the early afternoon chatting with them, telling jokes, and having a pretty good time. Charlotte was effusively chatty, and I learned she was seventeen, a junior in high school, on the honors list, and had no boyfriend back home. Around four, Megan stood up and told her sister that she was off to her "study group", and that I had promised to take her out to dinner and entertain her. Charlotte flashed me a big smile and batted her eyelashes. I took her outside to my 65 Pontiac, and drove her around campus, giving her a tour. Then we went to the local Big Boy restaurant.
While eating, Charlotte said, "I know Megan doesn't have a study group. What is she really doing? I bet she has a hot date. I've read her diary and I know she's a slut. And I'll bet she smokes weed. She's a hippie slut, isn't she?"
Her big grin and obvious excitement told me that Charlotte wanted it to be true. Despite my intention to be discrete, I wound up admitting that her big sister smoked weed and had sex with one or more of the guys in our freak community.
"Have you ever had sex with my sister? Is she good in bed? I bet she is, hunh?"
"Well, no. But I've been to parties where she and a guy would disappear into a back bedroom for a while."
What I didn't tell her was that on two occasions, I was in the same bedroom, watching Megan fuck. She was quite the exhibitionist. I paid the bill out of Megan's bribe, and we got in my car.
"So where do you live? In a dorm?"
"No. I have an apartment not far from here."
"Can you take me there? I'd love to see it. Please?"
I really couldn't believe my luck. I had thought to invite her to my apartment, but I was afraid she would think I just wanted in her panties. Which was true. For the previous hour I had been glancing at her ample curves and had been giving myself a painful erection fantasizing getting my hands on her naked body, and my throbbing dick into one or more of her orifices.
On the way to my place, she complained that her father was so strict, that he wouldn't let her date, except with "good boys" from their church. Her father was the preacher! Oh my god, a preacher's daughter! This could be heaven or this could be hell.
She said conspiratorially, "My dad would just DIE if he knew how often I fingered myself!" And she giggled and snuggled up against me. My erection pulsed in my tight jeans.
I let her into my very small and somewhat shabby apartment. She excused herself to the bathroom while I locked the door and hid the dirty clothes under my bed. When she came out, she looked different. She had a big sexy grin on her face, and from her outstretched hand she held... her bra. You could have watered a horse out of either cup!
"This is SO much more comfortable! God, I wish I was already in college. I'd never wear these damn things again. I can't wait until I leave home and can do whatever I like, like Megan does. Do you think my breasts are as sexy as hers?"
She thrust out her chest and waggled her torso, causing her enormous breasts to jiggle violently back and forth, like two five-pound bags of pink jello. She was still wearing her green and white blouse, but the top three buttons were undone. Her cleavage was beyond awesome. And her hard nipples clearly showed through the thin summer-weight fabric. Before I could find my tongue and effect an answer, she glanced around and saw that the only two chairs were around the tiny built-in table. The only other place to sit was the queen-size bed, which took up a fair chunk of the apartment's only room. She gracefully sat on the bed, flashing me her panties in the process. I sat down beside her. She scooted closer, till our thighs touched.
My heart was literally pounding in my chest.
She said, "I know that hippies believe in Free Love. I bet you fuck a lot of girls here, don't you?"
I suddenly knew that she would not want to hear the sad truth, so I lied.
"Yeah. Six, I think. But this is only my third semester."
She smiled up at me through her eyelashes. In a quiet voice she said, "That is so exciting! When I get to college, I'm gonna be a hippie slut like Megan. I'm gonna fuck and suck all the dick I want. I hate being a virgin. It sucks."
"You're still a virgin? Wow. Have you ever fooled around at all?"
She cupped one hand casually on her breast. "I've kissed a few boys and let them, you know, touch my tits. That's all. What I really want...", she turned toward me, her nearest breast pressing against my arm, "... is some guy with a hard dick, who would rather fuck than go to church and memorize verses out of the..."
That was my cue. I put my arm around her and pulled her gently toward me. Her body surrendered against mine and her open mouth reached up. In half a second we were french kissing as deeply as we could. My free hand hesitated for a moment, then it slipped into her open blouse and caressed her warm soft breast. She moaned and her pelvis twitched.
I really could NOT believe this! Charlotte was hotter than any girl I had ever dated, even the two I had managed to have sex with when I was a college sophomore! Her nipples were hard as rocks and SO sensitive. Every time my palm rubbed over them, her entire body twitched and she moaned. Her tongue was down my throat! And she had the biggest breasts I had ever touched. They were just fucking awesome! I laid her down and worked my lips down her throat and then suckled at her erect nipples.
She moaned, "Oh god, this is so good! I wish my parents could see me now! You're making me so wet!"
I opened my eyes as I switched to the other nipple. She had pulled her pleated skirt up to her waist and she was rubbing her slit. Her pink panties were soaked! The warm rich fragrance of her genital fluids assaulted my nose and my brain. DAMN!
I reached down and put my hand on her bare thigh. Her eyes flew open and she mouthed a soundless, OHHHH! Then she grinned lasciviously up at me and took my hand, and pressed it against the growing wet spot on her panties. She licked her lips. Her hips rolled, rubbing her pussy against my fingertips. I slipped inside her panties. Oh my god, her pussy was so totally wet!
She mewled plaintively, "Oh yes! Yes! Touch me! Touch me there!"
I slipped two fingers effortlessly into her lubricated pussy. It felt as if it were full of warm melted butter. I wiggled my fingers inside her. She gasped, and unfastened the remaining buttons on her blouse. She pulled it aside, exposing her bare breasts to my eyes. I would have gone into shock had I not been so aroused. My dick hurt!
"You like my titties? I love the way you suck on them. Do it again!"
I didn't have to be asked twice. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, flailing her hard nipple with my tongue. Her entire body started writhing, her thighs spreading apart farther and farther as I pressed my fingers ever deeper into her, and massaged the inside of her vagina.
We went on like this for several minutes, her breathing getting faster and deeper, until at last she grimaced, arched her back and let out a long, guttural moan. Her pelvis spasmed, and her vagina clamped tightly around my fingers, squeezing them so hard, I could barely force them into her. And she went on and on and on like this for a full minute. She let out a loud grunt and collapsed.
I pulled my gooey fingers out of her and stared in wonder at her smiling face. Without a word, she took my hand and inserted my fingers into her mouth and sucked noisily, and ran her tongue up between my fingers. It was pretty obvious that she was not finished.
She arose up on her knees and took off her blouse, skirt and panties and tossed them on the floor.
