How to be a Freshman Horndog Part 1: Janis Part 2

[tomjones88]

On Sunday afternoon, I met Janis in the student lounge. I got a little hard when I saw how dressed up she was. She wore black leggings and a gray silk skirt. She wore a blue blouse that exposed her bare arms and her cleavage. Her face shown with makeup. She wanted me that badly. We got coffee and sandwiches and shot the shit. She talked about her disagreements with her mom about where she should go to college. Her parents were divorced (no shit). I told her my parents had never really been married. She asked what I meant and I sort declined to elaborate. I told her I lived mostly with my grandmother and left out the part about four months in Juve, and all the parts about the boy’s homes and the psych ward in the years before. She crossed her legs at one point and I saw her skin push out from under her skirt. I told her a joke and she laughed.

I walked her back to her dorm room after. The sun was still out and she mentioned that her roommate, who was a bitch (her words) was away, trying to sound off-handed.
“So I guess that means you want me to come to your room,” I said. It sounded off-handed.
Janis stopped.
“You’re really direct, aren’t you?” She said.
I kissed her. She said nothing but she smiled. She took my hand in her’s. We walked the rest of the way.

I lay on top of her on her bunk bed, the top bed, massaging her tits under her blouse while we devoured each other. I moved one hand in circles around her belly and gradually circled under the waistline of her panties and she didn’t try and stop me this time. My hand fanned out and two fingers kneeded her smooth inner thigh while my pinky and forefinger rubbed across her prickly mound and found their way inside her. She was already at about a quarter gallon-this was what I called a partially wet vagina. I rubbed her clit with my pinky and worked her vulva with my forefinger. I stopped kissing her and listened to her high, panting exhales and felt her bloom wet over my finger. I slipped another finger in.

I pushed her shirt above her tits and she hurried it over her head. She wore a black bra, which didn’t surprise me. I reached under her back and she arched up for me, which allowed me to unhook her bra while also grinding her vagina closer against my fingers. She removed her bra and the first thing I noticed were the intense tan lines that streaked her tits. The second thing I noticed were her erect nipples, which I proceeded to flick my tongue against. She shuttered and her hand seized against my head as I licked the first one and she shuddered harder and slid her hand down to my nape as I sucked her other nipple.

“Dennis,” she whispered. “Go down on me.”

I turned my head upside down and looked down her stomach in between her legs. I removed my fingers from the gooey traps of her folds. She was already open and ready for me and she looked more trimmed than any other girl I’d seen. And I’d seen a lot of others. I pressed my forehead against her stomach and slid my face down to her crotch. She tugged my shirt off as I did so. I planted my hands against her abdomen and licked up her slit once, then again. She was pink. Some girls are red, some are purple, some are pink. I wondered if I could make her red. I licked side to side and kept my head stationary. Girls don’t want to feel your head moving around; they want to feel your tongue inside them. I flicked side to side fast as lightning and sucked with whole mouth after.

Janis started making noises that she must have learned in church. They were high-pitched, fluttering prays. It was as if she thought that Jesus himself was magically eating her pussy. In a way she wasn’t far off; I was her personal Jesus. I was the best thing that had happened to her in a long time.

I kept at her vulva with my tongue and decided to make her feel the kind of way you feel when something feels so generally strong you don’t know where it’s coming from. I pressed a finger against her clit, just above my mouth. Her body tensed up. She inhaled loudly and exhaled louder. Janis groped at my hair with her hand. I felt her vagina expand as my tongue flicked faster and I moved my mouth in circles. Her wetness caved against my taste buds and made smacking, drooling sounds. Yes, her pussy made these sounds. Her mouth went, Uuuuuhhhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhh! Jesus! Uuuuuuhhhhh! Yes, she said Jesus.

My phone buzzed under my leg. I pulled away from the vaginal wilderness and a string of wetness pulled away with me and dangled between her pussy lips and her sheets before breaking and falling half against my chin and half against the rest of her loose juices. From whence it came. It looked funny. With my free hand, its fingers now crusty white from finger blasting, I checked my phone. A text from Dirk asking if I was still coming to the Harding Tavern this evening. Shit. I was supposed to be meeting Dirk at the bar where he worked and got me in to on a regular basis even though his colleagues all knew I was underage and still let me get loaded again and again.

I spread Janis’ legs apart by just a bit and propped one hand on her inner thigh. Of course she let me. I punched in, Can’t. I paused, thought, glanced at the sleek red masterpiece just below me, wanting me back, and punched in, I’m eating pussy. I pressed send and dropped the phone on her sheets.

Janis stared at me, her face red, a confused expression of disappointment and wonder in her eyes.
“Dennis,” she said. “What are you doing?”
I placed my hands on both her knees and stared in to her eyes and slowly moved my fingers down her legs.
“Stay with me,” she said, reaching out to me. Before she could quite finish me, I had leaned in and kissed her. I kissed her long enough until she sucked her juices off my face and both my hands met at her cunt and I gently swirled both my index fingers around inside her. I jerked away from her mouth.

This is when I took it up a notch.

I dove back in to her vagina. I moved my mouth up and down her lips like a street sweeper and kept my hands stretched out between her tits. Janis responded by making a series of surprised gasps that turned back in to her pleasure gasps after less than a few seconds. She smelled of sweat and warm stickiness and my nose dipped in to her vag and out and I snorted her fluids back into her. I wanted as much of her as I could get. I wanted her whole body under my control, not her’s. Janis touched the top of my head and groped it and let her hand retreat and I knew she wanted the same. I pressed one of my hands against her inner thigh and pushed, her leg jerking upwards, allowing me movement across her entire mound and allowing room for my other hand to push up on to to her cheek. I moved it from her cheek to her mouth, wide open with vocalizations and she took my fingers in her mouth and sucked and sucked and ceased her noise for some moments. I watched her diaphragm move in when I licked the upper edge of her pussy and watched her brown prickles rush by beside gleaming inner cunt when I worked back down. I kept pushing on her leg and let her push back to make her feel like this was a team effort. Her vagina began to bloom enough that I could move my tongue in whatever patterns I wanted and I wouldn’t touch a single prickle of hair. So I let loose every iteration of tongue movement roughly in the center of her vagina and moved my hand off her leg and slipped one single finger in to her folds below me and, rubbed over and over until they were no longer folds: they were blobs of joy. Retracting, expanding.

This was when Janis lost all control. First she stopped sucking on my fingers and opened her mouth and unleashed a series of emphatic porn star exertions increasing in pitch each time. I removed my hand from her mouth. I meant to double penetrate her now gaping giant vagina with a finger from each hand, but Janis spazzed out on her last, falsetto pitched note and jerked her thighs closed. They caved around my head and my hearing just went blank. Smooth female thigh skin is the most effective sound proofing. It made me work my cramped tongue even harder. I dipped it deep inside her and curled it back in to my mouth. Her feet bounced off my back. I felt the buzz of Dirk responding to my text under my shoulder.

(That curly long haired model in the multi-colored swimsuit on the beach, staring out at me. Holy shit woman buck your thighs over my head right now oh wait nevermind an insecure Catholic school girl beat you too it I'm begin smothered by skin and stank).

Janis unbuckled her thighs. Her feet bounced off my back. Aside from the rush of air, I was greeted by Janis’ very loud falsetto performance. She fumbled her hand on my forehead and cocked my head upward so I could stare down her belly, down her inward and outward moving diaphragm and watch the results of my work.

It gave me one of my brilliant ideas.