Her mouth was full of his cum, her face and tits covered and his mammoth cock was still spraying out seed. To be fair, he had warned her...
Earlier
It was the second week of classes, after Philosophy Antiquity, George called her name as they were all leaving the classroom.
"Hey, wait up!"
She did. George closed the distance between them, leaning against a wall as the rest of the students in the survey class walked past them. He didn't know her that well, but he'd been trying to find some flimsy excuse to talk to her. They were in a number of classes together, which meant she was fairly smart, and she was incredibly attractive. Even under her conservative outfits couldn't hide her large breasts and tiny hips.
Last year, in high school, George would have never had the courage to talk to her. He'd been a nerd with large glasses and a bad haircut and a reputation for being a geek that had stayed with him throughout his entire life in the small town he grew up in. He was shape, having done alot of running, including two marathons, but that mattered less when every girl in his class had already decided he was a geek. Literally every girl. All eight of them.
Which was one of the reasons he went across the country for college. George got lasik, changed his wardrobe a bit, learned enough about fashion to realize he should be wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not a button down shirt and slacks. He wanted a fresh start, at a large college, and boy did he get it. His new reputation couldn't be farther from his old one,even if he did take all egghead classes.
"Uh, I'm George, we met once during orientation. Um, what I wanted to ask you about is 'Aristotle's Golden Mean." You mentioned it today and I've done all the reading but that hasn't come up yet. I was thinking maybe we could talk about it over dinner at the cafeteria?"
Before she could respond a couple of the guys walking by slapped George on the shoulder and Said, "Hey Horse!"
"Horse! How's it hanging, buddy?"
One of the girls winked at him and said, "How's it going, Horse?"
"Hey guys," George said, giving them a wave.
He turned back to the girl and she had a quizzical look on her face. "Horse?" she asked, "Why do they call you Horse?"
George blushed. It was a little embarrassing. And that was the only thing little about it. "Uh, I guess I should tell you about it, you're going to hear about it eventually anyway, what with the rumor mill around here and we are in alot of the same classes.
"First night of orientation, a couple of the guys and girls from my floor, we all decided to hit the beach at the end of the night. And there's this secluded cove and we were the only ones there, chatting it up and having a good time, and someone suggested skinny dipping. Are you sure you want to hear the rest of this?"
She giggled and said something about he can't stop in the middle of a story like that.
"Hey, you asked. Anyway, I was game, so I stripped down with the rest of them. Turns out, how do I put this," he paused, taking a breath and almost succeeding in sounding casual, "Well, let's just say that when they saw my, um, 'equipment' there were a few equine, uh, comparisons."
George actually laughed. The whole situation was a bit absurd and he couldn't take it completely seriously. Luckily she laughed too.
"Really?" she asked, giggling a bit.
George nodded, a smile on his face. "Yeah. 'Hung like a horse' was the repeated phrase, which got shortened to 'Horse' which is now my nickname. Which is a pretty good nickname to have.
"Putting all that aside, I do want to take you to dinner, and I do like talking about philosophy and such. What do you say?"
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I'm taking a different tactic here. Usually I come up with the scenario that leads directly to sex. This time I don't have a plan for how the second scene is going to lead to the first scene. It could be later that night or next week.
If you're interested in the story shoot me a PM and we'll discuss it.
Thanks!
Earlier
It was the second week of classes, after Philosophy Antiquity, George called her name as they were all leaving the classroom.
"Hey, wait up!"
She did. George closed the distance between them, leaning against a wall as the rest of the students in the survey class walked past them. He didn't know her that well, but he'd been trying to find some flimsy excuse to talk to her. They were in a number of classes together, which meant she was fairly smart, and she was incredibly attractive. Even under her conservative outfits couldn't hide her large breasts and tiny hips.
Last year, in high school, George would have never had the courage to talk to her. He'd been a nerd with large glasses and a bad haircut and a reputation for being a geek that had stayed with him throughout his entire life in the small town he grew up in. He was shape, having done alot of running, including two marathons, but that mattered less when every girl in his class had already decided he was a geek. Literally every girl. All eight of them.
Which was one of the reasons he went across the country for college. George got lasik, changed his wardrobe a bit, learned enough about fashion to realize he should be wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not a button down shirt and slacks. He wanted a fresh start, at a large college, and boy did he get it. His new reputation couldn't be farther from his old one,even if he did take all egghead classes.
"Uh, I'm George, we met once during orientation. Um, what I wanted to ask you about is 'Aristotle's Golden Mean." You mentioned it today and I've done all the reading but that hasn't come up yet. I was thinking maybe we could talk about it over dinner at the cafeteria?"
Before she could respond a couple of the guys walking by slapped George on the shoulder and Said, "Hey Horse!"
"Horse! How's it hanging, buddy?"
One of the girls winked at him and said, "How's it going, Horse?"
"Hey guys," George said, giving them a wave.
He turned back to the girl and she had a quizzical look on her face. "Horse?" she asked, "Why do they call you Horse?"
George blushed. It was a little embarrassing. And that was the only thing little about it. "Uh, I guess I should tell you about it, you're going to hear about it eventually anyway, what with the rumor mill around here and we are in alot of the same classes.
"First night of orientation, a couple of the guys and girls from my floor, we all decided to hit the beach at the end of the night. And there's this secluded cove and we were the only ones there, chatting it up and having a good time, and someone suggested skinny dipping. Are you sure you want to hear the rest of this?"
She giggled and said something about he can't stop in the middle of a story like that.
"Hey, you asked. Anyway, I was game, so I stripped down with the rest of them. Turns out, how do I put this," he paused, taking a breath and almost succeeding in sounding casual, "Well, let's just say that when they saw my, um, 'equipment' there were a few equine, uh, comparisons."
George actually laughed. The whole situation was a bit absurd and he couldn't take it completely seriously. Luckily she laughed too.
"Really?" she asked, giggling a bit.
George nodded, a smile on his face. "Yeah. 'Hung like a horse' was the repeated phrase, which got shortened to 'Horse' which is now my nickname. Which is a pretty good nickname to have.
"Putting all that aside, I do want to take you to dinner, and I do like talking about philosophy and such. What do you say?"
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I'm taking a different tactic here. Usually I come up with the scenario that leads directly to sex. This time I don't have a plan for how the second scene is going to lead to the first scene. It could be later that night or next week.
If you're interested in the story shoot me a PM and we'll discuss it.
Thanks!