Feline Takes Matter into Its Own Paws
In my younger days, I was known as Cat, and this narrative is about my numerous sexual conquests. To me, these reminiscences are precious, and when I share them, I experience a sense of excitement.
If you're interested in knowing how I appear, I'm not particularly tall, have red hair, and possess a bust that some refer to as generous. I've always disliked being called "cute" but have come to accept it. Cute girls can still be considered sexy, you know.
This narrative takes place when I was in college, a time when thousands of sexually active 18-22-year-olds coexisted in confined spaces. There was no way we could avoid exploring new experiences.
One day, Emily and I decided to travel for spring break. Her boyfriend, who played college baseball, was participating in a tournament around three hours away. Emily had this charming habit of being somewhat exceedingly bold and making abrupt transitions from positive to negative emotions.
Emily, with her rich brown hair, defined features that could have graced the pages of a magazine and deep black eyes, was the opposite of me. I was petite, mildly ginger, and busty. People often referred to her as "beautiful," while I was deprived of such compliments. However, I eventually accepted "cute" as a compliment.
Emily's current passion was for a hunky guy called Big Bird (I swear that was his real name), who was tall, blond, and muscular. I had to admit he wasn't my type, but she loved "big guys." Big Bird, Bird for short, was a teammate of ours, and Emily could always be seen sticking to him. He was cheerful and not excessively macho. I was content with my interactions with him.
There was, however, another teammate who intrigued me: Dean, a catcher with wiry black hair and a distinctly baseball-player mustache. He was significantly shorter than Bird but almost as physically impressive. Also, his thighs, which he proudly displayed in fitted shorts, had an irresistible appeal. I also wanted to experience a "mustache ride," and this was my golden opportunity.
We checked into a hotel, and Emily and I shared the same room. The plan was for her to spend the night with Big Bird, ensuring he wouldn't violate his curfew. He needed to be back by 7 am for a team breakfast, hence my plan of staying away as much as possible. The only challenge would be to get some sleep.
After we settled into our room, Emily and I decided to leave before the game's conclusion. We had agreed to meet the boys for dinner. Free time for the athletes, and we'd go to a nearby Chinese buffet.
I replicated my outfit from earlier but wore a tie-front shirt on top of the bikini top, exposing some cleavage and my midriff. My open-toed sandals finished the look. Emily, flawlessly examining my reflection, declared, "you're dressed well enough to get laid." I simply hoped Dean believed the same thing.
The team arrived in the lobby following their showers. Emily and I accompanied them to the buffet. I positioned myself close to Dean, standing at his height. Throughout dinner, I made sure he got a peek down my shirt every time we conversed. He visibly smiled more, and I could sense the thrill of seducing a new partner.
The guys continued playing baseball into the afternoon, so we returned to the air-conditioned room before the game's conclusion. Emily and I had planned to meet them for dinner. My attire, a combination of my jean shorts, a bikini top, and a tie-front shirt, left my cleavage on display, as well as my bare midriff. I completed the look with a pair of colorful open-toed sandals. Before meeting the rest, I checked my reflection and affirmed, "I'm dresses good enough for some action." I only hoped Dean agreed.
We all met at the buffet following the afternoon game. I remained by Dean's side, never straying far. Despite his slightly shorter stature, he was more than tall enough for me. I made certain he had a clear view of my cleavage during our interactions. Dean's smirk broadened as the evening went on, and the anticipation of ensnaring a new lover grew.
At one moment, a casual remark from the fellows put an end to the entire plan.
Initially, they wouldn't be sharing a room on this trip. Each was paired with someone else. Therefore, the elaborate room exchange strategy failed miserably. I dragged Emily to the restroom to consult on potential solutions and we considered alternating stays in our respective rooms. She was insistent on spending most of the night with Bird, so I proposed to bring Dean back after dinner. She suggested she should catch a movie or two in the meantime. My dilemma revolved around determining where I would stay later.
As we left the dining hall, Emily expressed her yearning to see a movie. I declared my fatigue and requested Dean to escort me back to the hotel. Inadvertently, he too expressed his desire to catch a movie - leaving it up to Emily and Bird to identify the deliberate intention behind my request. They only managed to comprehend the situation with a furtive glance from Emily and a nudge from Bird. He was a nicely strung puppet, albeit not a very bright one.
During our stroll back, I brushed my breasts against Dean's arm lightly. My nipples yearned for his attention, and I relished the exhibitionist thrill of knowing he could clearly see them. As our hands glided along his thighs, my heart skipped a few beats. Although my tryst with him would be brief, I was determined to make the most of those precious hours.
I didn't even need to coax him to join me. I simply unlocked the door and stood aside to allow him entry. I embraced him and puckered up for a smooch even before the lock secured into place. His mustache tickled, but he was more than adept at it. His hands serpentined down the sides of my attire towards the uncovered skin above my shorts. In return, I hummed contentedly for him.
Standing short can strain kissing, so I eagerly led him to the far bed near the window. We swapped our shoes for bare feet and moved to lie down. He wasn't in a hurry to escalate matters, and I was perfectly content with the quality of our enveloping kisses. His stubble tickled my temple and ear while he kissed my neck and shoulder. Before claiming my mouth again, he returned with another imprint of his lips. I slid my fingers beneath his shirt to explore his taut stomach.
Unwittingly, I heard the door open. He scrunched his face, but I couldn't figure out what triggered his guilt. After all, didn't we enter this hotel with the intention of engaging in sexual interactions?
To my astonishment, Emily and Bird strutted in. Emily nonchalantly commented, "There weren't any decent movies around."
"Wouldn't you prefer spending some time getting familiar with each other? I mean... alone?" I proposed. She waved him off, stating, "We took care of that. You have your space, and we have ours," followed by a smooch from her. She then wrapped her arms around Bird, drawing him in for a passionate kiss.
Oh, I see, I reasoned.
Dean gave no signs of alarm. I refrained from tearing my blouse open but encouraged Dean to undo the knot at the front and let it fall off my arms. I wrapped my hands around him and demanded, "Untie it for me, please?" Desperately yearning for more attention, I ran my tongue inside his ear while cooing in anticipation. He swiftly unknotted the lace before delicately palming my uncovered bikini-covered bulges.
His arousal was evident through his athletic shorts. An unforeseen challenge arose: my choice of tight jeans made the situation all the more enticing, but also restricted my movements and were now thoroughly drenched.
Caught up in the moment of passion, I nearly ignored my comrades. But then - I observed Emily working on Bird's manhood. I was mesmerized by finding my friend performing an act I'd never witnessed in person. Simultaneously, I glimpsed Bird's erect member for the first time since bumping into him at that party. This unexpected display of manhood left me stunned.
I momentarily paused to process the situation - This was hot, no doubt. However, to witness my friend giving head to someone, and being a part of it, was a somewhat startling revelation. Having been privy to two unclothed pieces of talent was quite... surreal.
Dean appeared confused by my sudden immobility. He placed his hand on my shoulder and said softly, "It's okay - I'm not expecting anything racy from you. You don't need to worry."
Oh, get out of here with your polite bullshit.
I seized hold of his shorts and briefs, pulling them down enough for his erect penis to emerge. His dick was really nice - dark, long, and incredibly stiff. I gave it a quick lick to make my desire abundantly clear, then attempted to remove his pants entirely.
He followed along decently enough. As he kicked his pants to the floor, I discarded my shirt and bikini top. He whistled and touched my breasts, but I quickly settled in the position between his legs before he could grasp them firmly. Then I took his cock in my hand and positioned it at my mouth.
I watched Emily intently, my intention mirroring her actions. She licked the tip of Bird's penis and flicked her tongue around the rim, following suit. She then took Bird's cock into her mouth and bobbed her head a few times. At one point, she glanced at me, giving me a cheeky smile around his girth. She peeled her top off and displayed her nice, massive breasts with their dark areolas and large nipples. Bird shrewdly kicked his shorts and underwear off the bed while eyeing Emily hungrily.
I concentrated more on Dean. After all, he was the one I was pleasing. His head was lying back on the pillow and he was groaning loudly with pleasure. I began moving my hand in time with my mouth, creating a low sucking noise as I moved my head up and down his shaft. When he glanced down to meet my eyes, I intentionally traced the length of his penis with my tongue and my eyes widened to show myself enjoying his precum.
"Holy shit, you're pretty good at that," he remarked.
"Of course, I am," I replied, before licking along the curve of his shaft while pressing his cock against my cheek. Then, moving it across my mouth and licking it all the way back up. I struggled to take the entire length of his penis, but I managed to take most of it on each stroke, and I swirled my tongue around its underside.
I glanced over at the other bed and felt a mixture of surprise and delight. Emily had removed her skirt, leaving only her tiny red panties behind. I had seen her enormous breasts before but they were always a sight to behold - firm and plump, with dark areolas and large nipples that jutted out like pencil erasers. Bird had also removed his shorts and was now naked, except for his t-shirt, and he stared longingly at her. I made exaggerated slurping sounds as I sucked on Dean's hard cock and observed Emily straddle Bird and lean in for a deep, passionate kiss.
I was thoroughly aroused by this spectacle and sped up my blowjob even further. Eventually, Dean exclaimed, "If you keep going like this, I'll come right now!"
I stopped, looking up at him with a mischievous expression. I pulled away and angled my body to sit on Dean's face. "So... do you want to..." I prompted, my body poised to deliver my pussy to his mouth.
He laughed and licked his lips. "Yeah, go on, let me finish dessert."
I shook my head. I leapt off the bed and pulled my shorts and damp underwear down to expose my dripping cunt. Positioning my knees on either side of his head, I dropped down onto his face and his tongue began to dig into my pussy. I moaned, gripping the headboard for support. Once I was settled, I began wriggling and wiggling against his face. His mustache rubbed against my clit in the most delightful tickling manner.
I peered over to the other bed, the sight of the young couple pleasuring each other leaving me stunned. Either they or Bird had cast off her panties, and she was now completely naked. Her plump breasts, so different from mine, were spread out on the bed in a tantalizing display. Bird, too, was naked, pumping his hips in spite of his t-shirt. His buttocks flexed as he thrust deeply into her. I could barely see his cock between her limbs, but it was evident that they were having sex.
Wrapping my hands around his head, I began thrusting against Dean's mouth in sync with Emily and Bird. As she urged me on with "Harder, faster", I obliged and intensified my motions. This whole scenario was immensely stimulating, driving me insanely wild. Before I knew it, I was emitting a powerful, "Fuck yeah!" as my orgasm reached its peak. I violently jerked against his face as he relentlessly licked my clit, keeping up his tongue work till I attained climax.
When my gasps died down, I slithered down to level with him. I eagerly took his tongue into my mouth and stimulated it, savoring the taste of my own juices. I simply rested, gasping, and complimenting him on his performance as well as expressing how much I adored it.
As we recovered, Bird detached himself from Emily's body. Her legs sprawled on each side of us as she climbed onto the bed on her stomach. This left us with a full view of his large, half-hard cock, glistening with her juices and precum. Interested, I suggested, "Do me next to her," to Dean, who seemed surprised at my proposal but was already discarding his clothes. Upon finding myself lying down on the other bed on my hands and knees, Dean followed suit and slipped his stiff erection into me. My passion was at its pinnacle, and my hushed "oh fuck" was met with Emily's anxious look and clenched fingers. Both guys then resumed their queue-like stroking. I mumbled to her, "Oh fuck, Emily," as she groaned softly and expressed her desire for this "incredible" act.
When her moans intensified, I gasped. She shuddered and murmured, "We should do this... ugh... all the time..." Just hearing her was enough to elicit a mini orgasm from me. A few moments later, Emily's entire body shuddered. With her ass bouncing and jiggling due to Bird's heavy thrusts, her face enveloped by pleasure-ridden sounds. In a trance, I stroked Dean's face and caught a glimpse of Dean watching Bird's powerful thrusts into Emily. Unaware of the turn of events being shown to him, her simple request reverberated in my mind - "God, we are both horny perverts!".
Upon Emily's climax, Dean pulled out of me. The muscular hands that had just moments ago fondled my breasts were now wrapping around my waist and dragging me back, molding me up against his chest. Before then, Bird had righted himself and was becoming hard again. As I watched him pound Emily's body into submission, I subconsciously growled, "You should switch." Expectation swept over me at the mere thought. Dean's grin revealed his excitement but also confirmed validity.
Bird halted his thrusting and stared at Emily. "Really?" I could see his cock pulsing, almost against my ear.
She beamed at me, sighing deeply, and shouted, "God yes, that would be so hot!"
Bird then peeled away from her, releasing his slippery dick. I did the same and saw it inserted between Emily's thighs. I cried out in satisfaction. This was my turn to be taken by the other man. Bird lunged forward, pushing into me repeatedly without mercy. "Fuck me, Bird," I rasped, exhaling heavily.
Emily look up and observed him engorge Emily's cervix. "Oh my god," she exclaimed, her eyes widening as she witnessed her boyfriend eagerly humping me.
The bird instantaneously froze, which made me furious since I was about to conquer my aim. "What's this?" He inquired. Emily promptly crept forward and departed the bed.
"What precisely do you mean 'what'? You're philandering with my best friend!" Emily uttered. She sounded utterly enraged and commenced pulling her underwear back on. This proved to be hard as she was still shuddering due to her climax.
"You vowed it'd be enticing!" The bird retorted. He expelled his manhood and started galavanting around the bed towards Emily.
"O my gosh, someone just penetrate me!" I compelled.
Suddenly, Dean rotated me over. He stretched my legs until my buttocks touched the edge of the bed. Clasping my legs against his chest, he inserted his manhood within me and carried on fucking me like a starving man going towards a bag of crisps.
The setting underwent total pandemonium. Emily and Bird were quarrelling with one another whilst they both attempted to dress as Dean and I shellacked each other in the middle. Bird was trying to stuff his still-inflexible memb into his trousers while Emily reproached him for planning the whole affair so he could sleep with me. As a matter of fact... it hadn't even been his proposal.
Amid the anarchy I did achieve climax.
It was indeed the largest orgasm I'd ever experienced. I was yelling at God and persuading Dean not to desist when Emily crashed open the door and sprinted out of the room. I was still climaxing when Bird rushed out a moment later. I'm surprised they didn't hear it at reception and call the cops to report someone being killed.
Shortly after, Dean harbored his own titanic climax. He groaned animatedly as he filled me with his jism, and I was out of my wits cherishing him not to desist. I had no thoughtfulness as to how repercussions would surface from this night. I merely acknowledged that I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
When he'd concluded climaxing, Dean expelled and then sat down on the edge of the bed, greased in sweat and laboring. I was nearly jumping out of my skin and prepared to continue sexually right away, but he voiced that he supposed he'd better quit. I attempted to convince him to remain by offering to blow his member until he was ready to go ahead again, but he merely apologized and bidding him farewell. Then he returned to his quarters, and I was substituted by myself, all hot, motivate and starving for sex.
For a while I fingered myself, contemplating everything we'd gone through and straining to attain orgasm once more. I had a small fear regarding what Emily would execute tomorrow but couldn't dismiss the concept too sharply. Predominantly, I could think solely of sexual intercourse.
I was in this frame of mind when I heard a rap at the door. I ushered, reckoning that Dean had retracted and opted for a further go, and hastened to the door without making sure to clothe myself, though I did ensure to stand behind it as I opened it.
It was Bird.
I gestured him in, so as to not expose my body in the hallway, and closed the door. He made mention that Emily had flown off and stated she didn't aspire to talk to him until tomorrow. He whined about not comprehending her, and what he'd done wrong. Then his gaze drifted towards me.
I was nude, motivated, and wet. He was tortured and his dick was yet damp from my vagina.
Obviously we had sex.
We recommenced from where we'd ceased - me on my hands and knees on the bed as he thrust his thrusting into my vagina from behind. This occasion, he didn't desist until he'd exploded within me, grunting and crashing into my rear end.
I'd recalled from my mate with Dean, however. Then as soon as he dislodged I zapped up, grabbed him, and inclined him back on the bed before blowing him. His manliness was dampened from everything we'd gone through. His jism, Dean's jism, my vagina, Emily's vagina - it was entire on there. I could nearly reach climax from just pondering what I was licking up.
That night, we had sex just like we were devoid of our institutions. Every time we suspended for a respiration he commenced worrying about Emily again, and then I'd institute his johnson in my mouth and away we'd continue again. He was immense - not simply downstairs, but in general. When he was atop me I felt as though I was subsumed - just overwhelmed by a gargantuan land animal and defenseless as his member drove into me once more and again.
He explained he aspired to fuck my villains, so I allowed him to mount me and shove them together till he spurted over them. I enabled him to do whatever he wanted. I brown-nosed him hard every occasion, and eventually I was able to convey his substantial shaft utterly into my mouth. He wouldn't eat me out regardless of how frequently I plead. "Too filthy," he replied. Gigantic infant.
I reached my climax with him standing between my legs, resembling how Dean positioned himself. However, Bird held my ankles and forced my legs to widen as much as possible while he penetrated my exhausted vagina. I was trembling from my fiftieth orgasm when he suddenly dragged me forward and made me kneel on the floor. Then, he pressed my forehead back with his hand and unleashed the final load of the evening onto my face.
My first encounter! My advice? Avoid opening your eyes and prevent your nostrils from flaring overly.
It was around four in the morning when he eventually departed. Afterward, I collapsed, covered in cum on my genitals, tit, and face. I managed to take a shower and strip the bedsheets before Emily came home.
As if nothing happened, we resumed our banter. Emily didn't disclose her whereabouts the previous night, and I failed to inquire. For the entire day and ride back to college, she chatted and laughed with me like usual. I opted against discussing the events of the previous night.
Eventually, they started dating. To date, I remain undecided if he ever confessed to her about our encounters. Regardless, she never disclosed it to me.
Yet, she kept us apart.
Thus, this concludes my narrative. Now, you might say, not my most fabulous achievement. However, I was immature, clueless, and desired a lot of semen. I made blunders in my teenage and adult years. I recall promising I'd cease misbehaving in the future.
But I was terribly incorrect about that. [1]
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