3 Girls in a Day

A few years ago, when I was nineteen and a freshman in college I was such a shitshow that I once went a weekend where I slept with three girls in one day. I believe it was a Friday.

First, in the morning, there was my girlfriend, who woke up next to me and rolled over and kissed me. I was still asleep at first and we were both hungover. Best way to cure a hangover is to fuck, is what I thought then. After about ten minutes of foreplay, I was plowing her under the sheets, me on top, staring down into her face. I raw dogged it because she was on the pill. She kept her tanktop on while we did it. She made a lot of noise and woke up my roommates. We went to class and parted ways.

The next girl was this woman I was seeing on the side. I'd been doing this for about three weeks by then. She was actually one of the adult students, late 20s/early 30s, and thought I was little older than I said. She and I texted throughout the day and met up for lunch at some point in the afternoon. We took a detour back to her place. In no time at all I went from seeing her eyelashes flutter when we kissed, her eyeliner flaking off, to staring in to her gaping pink vagina while she gyrated it over my face. I had two fingers swirling around at the other end of her labia and I pulled her vag lips open a little more so even more of the inside of her pussy was open season for my face. This girl liked getting nose-fucked; she had something for me sticking my nose in to her vag and exhaling. I did that this time while rubbing my face side to side. And what happened then? Thigh skin against both ears, the muffled sound of her crying something out and flakes of labial fluid raining down on my eyes. Flaking eyeliner to flaking vagina juice.

The third girl came out of nowhere (not in the same way girl #2 came out of nowhere. HA). I was at a party later that evening, went out to the porch to smoke, talked with some of my pals, met her. She was a freshman, like me. She was frail and looked kind of unwell. I asked if she was okay and she said yeah but it was unconvincing. After taking a hit, I told her we should go inside and I'd get her some water. So we did. I wasn't overtly thinking about banging her right now--I actually just wanted to help her get hydrated--but it was in the back of my mind. So we drank water and talked about our lives and she started ranting about her ex-boyfriend and how he'd cheated on her and she really wanted to get back at him somehow and started crying as she angrily ranted.

This all ended up with her against the wall in the bathroom, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my shoulders, while I fucked her. I was going slowly but she was like, \"harder.\" I went faster and she still said, \"Harder.\" I ended up fucking this girl mad rough against the wall. During, someone opened the bathroom door and I heard them exclaim, \"Oh shit,\" and a few people behind that person also gasped. Then the door closed.

Her face was pressed to mine and she breathed all over my cheek, so she could have easily smelled the cum I'd never washed off my face from earlier.

And yeah, once again, no condom. I started cumming inside her and pulled out while jizzing. She was washing herself in the sink when I ran out of there. I think somebody told me I needed to leave the party. I wildly drank from a few random bottles just lying around and rushed out the door. I woke up the next morning. Hungover again.

I must have banged about thirty individual women that school year. I also developed a bit of a liking to escort girls, you see. Anyway, I'm lucky I didn't get any diseases and that phase was fun while it lasted.

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anonymous Sex October 06, 2016 at 12:00 am 0 0