Lots of mental play lead up so skip to the * if you just want the sex

I know we’ve had fun exploring this before but I think some specifics might be fun for you (and probably some others) to read about. I had a lot of fun in college and a lot of exciting sexcapades but the pinnacle of them all will forever be owed to J. A different J. The J at that time in my life. Tbh I don’t know what it is about J names but you men are an entirely different breed.

I’ll give you some background because I have a feeling you may ask for more J stories after this one. My first year of college I was living in the on campus dorms and became close friends with a girl a few rooms down-B. We hit it off, got along great, had a lot of fun, and ended up living together off campus for our sophomore and junior years of college. She was a good friend to me but from the beginning she was vocal about not wanting me to be close to her oldest brother for whatever reason. That first year of college he came to visit twice that I can remember and it wasn’t until the following year when he transferred there that I really even looked at him. He was loud, cocky, built, and so so full of himself but attractive and funny and had this terrible laugh that I loved. The story I’m going to share is from a year into us sneaking ie fucking around together and if people like it and want to read more there is plenty of sex stories I have involving J. Junior year of college B and I were on our second year in the same duplex and getting ready for Thanksgiving break. She was headed home to San Jose for the week and I had made plans to visit family in the Bay Area. Not imperative to the story but my plans fell through and so B offered to have me come stay with them and enjoy Thanksgiving at their home. I did enjoy my friendship with B but I enjoyed secretly riding her brothers cock too so my motivating factor was skewed. We ended up all driving down together to her families home. On the drive J made a few flirty comments about enjoying the ride, my driving, and ability to work a stick shift so effortlessly, each time me glancing in the rear view at his smug smile and B rolling her eyes and telling him to stop. The secrecy of it all is still one of the sexiest things about that entire situation.

We got to their house and do the whole tour thing and visit for a bit. B tells me I’ll be staying in their MIL quarters which was a detached little space in the beautiful backyard. Think French doors opening to a postered queen bed, small bathroom with a glass shower and a kitchenette with a coffee bar and fridge. It was darling and cute and did I mention detached from the house? *The very first night we’re there we visit with their family, drink a bit, and turn in semi-early. I had barely paid any mind to J that day. We were both well aware of the foreplay that was acting normal around others. Understanding the role to play in public when you’re walking a dangerous line was important. I had tried to stay awake that night wondering if he would show up but had dozed off thinking maybe this was too close to home and the risk was too high. Then I was woken up by the blanket being pulled down and J rolling me from my side onto my stomach. I hadn’t even heard him come in which makes me think I wasn’t the first girl he had snuck in there to fuck.

This experience was the first time I had ever been woken up from sleep to man wanting to use me. Still have a kink for it to this day. The idea of him bold and horny enough to sneak out of the house where his family slept because he needed to fuck still turns me on to think about. His hands tugged down my panties and spread my thighs a bit. He kneeled on the bed next to me and slipped two fingers into me and in a low voice told me he had been thinking about this all day. I didn’t say a word to him. I reached over and started stroking his dick, he was rock hard from waiting all day for this release. He fingered me and rubbed my clit while I played with him and used his precum to tease his head. We continued until I was soaking wet for both me and him which never took long. The whole time reminding myself to not make much noise.

His cock was impressive in size and girth. He was uncut and maybe 9inches or a bit bigger and so fucking thick. He always felt so good stretching me out but something about how forbidden and risky this exact moment was made me just drip. He straddled my thighs and I heard him open the condom before he started to push his cock into me. It usually took him a few slow thrusts to ease all of the way into me but that time I was so wet it didn’t matter how tight I was he just pushed right in. He moaned a low fuck while he started pushing in and out of me. I was so turned on by the pressure of his cock in me that I had to stifle my moans in a pillow. I was already addicted to the risk of him and the reward of fucking him and enjoyed every single thrust. He was gripping my big ass as he slapped against it and told me how good I felt on his cock and how he loved how wet I got for him and took him without complaint. He pushed deeper and harder and I could feel his balls pushing on my clit making me that much more excited and wet. Fucking prone was a sexy warmup that night and we found the right force and rhythm that teetered on the edge of the bed making noise. After awhile I whispered to him to turn me over. It was dark and I could only see his outline above me. I spread my thighs open and he took his cock and slapped it against my clit a few times before he pushed himself back into me. My hips always tilted up hoping for just a little more of him. I started rubbing on my clit for even more stimulation while J grabbed my waist and used it as a way to set the pace. He was relentless in his speed and depth when he fucked me like that. He knew how to get me to climax without working for it. I loved how he was so thick and had the stamina to keep going. He was strong and muscular. He was built for sex and so am I.

I had kept the noise to a minimum but as he fucked me and my orgasm grew so did the sounds. He told me to be quiet and took one hand and pinned my wrists above my head and with the other hand covered my mouth. J knew I liked being told what to do and said to cum for him. That he wanted to feel my pussy cumming for him. Those whispers and his thick cock pushing into me over and over were all I needed and before I knew it I was feeling wave after wave of pleasure. He had tightened his hand over my mouth completely stifling my breath and moans. He was really dominating and the entire time he never let up on his pace between my thighs. It was hard to come down from the high of him. The whole thing was so taboo and I enjoyed my friendship with his sister but he was so tempting and felt so good with his huge dick. He knew it too and she had warned me to stay from him and visa versa. I knew this could ruin the friendship if she found out but the risk was just as sexy as her brother. I couln’t get enough and the temptation was too hard to resist.

J had let go of my arms and face and moved his hands and mouth down to my tits. The way he circled his tongue around my nipples always felt so good. He licked and kissed all over my breast up my neck and back down. The whole time I was grinding up against him trying to hit my gspot. I remember lifting my legs up and propping them on his shoulders. This gave him a deeper angle to hit and as soon as I lifted my legs up he wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried his cock as deep as I could take it. He started fucking me for him and not for me anymore. The feeling of being used purely for his pleasure now started my second orgasm climbing quickly. He was reckless in how he started fucking me. I put my arm over my mouth and bit down to not make a sound.

J almost always said oh my god before he came for me. By the time he uttered those words I was on the edge of cumming again. He kept fucking me just long enough for me to be able to climax. While I was still pulsing around him, he slammed deep inside of me and came hard. I could feel After we took a moment he got up, condom still on, got dressed, pulled the blanket back up and whispered I’ll see you at breakfast. The next morning I joined my friend and her family for breakfast. J and I exchanged a few glances and went about our respective days. I think it was the thrill of the deceit we both got off on. Something expressly off limits but too tempting and too pleasurable. Behaving as we should yet in the dark alone we were complete deviants. Sex with him was never disappointing and the following 3 nights were a similar scenario with no one ever suspecting a thing as far I know.