Loading...I arrived on campus that Saturday morning, wide eyed and ready for the world. Even though I was in the car with my parents, I felt like I was truly moving on, and ahead in my life. High school was just a distant memory at this point, and I couldn’t be happier about that. Don’t get me wrong, I look back on those years fondly, now.
But, at the time, it was four years of awkwardness, thick glasses, and braces. I was always involved in sports, yet never the team superstar. I always did well in school, and got good grades, but never was a 4.0 student, nowhere near the valedictorian. Basically, what I mean is that I was always kind of stuck in the middle in high school, and never felt like I was making a huge impression. I went in to my first year at college with the mindset that I was going to change that and come in to my own.
Over the summer, after high school, I made some big changes. First and foremost, I turned 19. Although 18 is the legal age that parents no longer have control, I still lived with them, and so this birthday was more of a milestone to me. Knowing I was now old enough to do what I wanted, and make my own decisions, gave me a new sense of confidence that I was really lacking. I finally, after four long years, got my braces removed. Instead of having a mouth full of metal, and a sheepish grin, I now had a mouth full of gleaming white teeth, straighter than ever before. The third significant change I made was my glasses. After years and years of staring through thick lenses, hiding my face and eyes, I switched to contact lenses. All of a sudden, I went from looking like an extra on Revenge of the Nerds, to looking like Brad Pitt. Ok, maybe that is a stretch, but needless to say, the loss of glasses and braces, together with my new found confidence had me feeling like a brand new man.
I was accepted to a number of different schools, universities and colleges, around the country. I decided on a small private college just a couple hours from home. I figured the small student population would allow me a better opportunity to meet new people and make new friends, which I was really looking forward to. My parents helped me get moved in to my dorm room and we took a walk around the campus. I was terribly excited as I saw all the other students moving in to their dorms and apartments. The possibilities for friendship were endless. Of course, all the new women were very welcome as well. I wasn’t shy, and had plenty of girlfriends in high school, but seeing all of these new, beautiful faces made my heart race. After the walk, and a small bite to eat, my parents bid me farewell, and good luck, and just like that, I was on my own.
I returned to my dorm room and we greeted by my new roommate, Jeff. We hit it off instantly; both of us had similar backgrounds and were looking to turn over a new leaf here at college. The first weekend in college was very memorable. Jeff and I just roamed the campus, bouncing from dorm room to dorm room, from party to party. Everybody was just letting loose, and looking to meet new people. It was great to make a new friend, in Jeff, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I really was looking forward to meeting new women. Luckily for me, there was no shortage either. I felt completely different at this time talking to girls, than I did in high school. I was always polite, and complimentary, but now I kind of had this new brash confidence, and the girls really responded to that. Instead of feeling like I was chasing them, I started to get the feeling I was being chased, and that made me feel like a million bucks.
Weeks passed, and we were about a month into the new school year. Jeff and I were getting along great, and had made a nice group of friends. I had met some new girls, even managed my first ever one-night stand with a girl I met at a party. Jeff was really falling for a girl, Lindsay, who lived right down the hall from us in our dorm. I couldn’t blame him. She was a tall, leggy brunette. She had a very athletic body, not terribly curvy, but very feminine and very sexy, just perfect for Jeff. They spent a lot of time together, which was just fine by me, as I was developing a little crush on Lindsay’s roommate, Shannon.
Shannon was the yin to Lindsay’s yang. She was short, petite, and very curvy. She had cute, curly blonde hair and amazing blue eyes. She would always wear tight little sweat pants, shorts, and tank tops around the dorm, drawing hidden stares from any guy in the same room. Whereas Lindsay was a really laid back girl, Shannon was the opposite, a true fireball. She was always laughing, arguing, and doing something crazy, and that independence and confidence really made me interested. Of course, her ample, perky breasts and perfect bubble butt definitely piqued my interest as well. Shannon was the type of girl who intimidated men because of her good looks, her smarts, and her attitude, but I couldn’t get enough of her, and looked forward to being able to tag along with Jeff and Lindsay, just on the chance Shannon would be around.
It was a Thursday night, or “Thirsty Thursday”, as it was known at school. Jeff, Lindsay and I were hanging out after a night out, talking about plans for the weekend. I didn’t have much to offer as I hadn’t heard of any parties, and actually should have hunkered down a little, as my studies seriously lagged with all the extra temptations about. Jeff suggested we pick someone’s dorm room, get a small group of people together for movie night, or something like that. It sounded like a plan, and we recruited some of our friends from around the dorm. Jeff and I decided to take it to the next level, and actually turn our dorm room into a mini-movie theater. We rearranged our furniture, grabbed a couple couches from the lounge, and just like that, we had transformed our room into, as Jeff called it, a “make-out palace”. I knew that Lindsay was spreading the word to the girls, so I was anxious to see who would show.
Around 8 o’ clock on Saturday people started to show up. It ended up being a total of 6 guys and 6 girls, and much to my pleasure, Shannon showed up, and looked amazing. Since it was movie night, everybody was very casual, most people even coming in pajamas. Shannon had on a tight “wife-beater” tank top, hugging her tits, accentuating them perfectly. She had on some cute pajama pants, kind of loose, except at her ass, where they tightened up, clinging to her hips and following her curves. Unfortunately, as the host, I made sure everyone was comfortable and set with drinks when the movie started, so I got the worst seat in the house, and didn’t get to sit next to a girl. Although Shannon would have been my top choice for a girl to sit next to, every girl there was very attractive, so I couldn’t have gone wrong, and I was bummed out.
The movie ended, and the whole group was pretty lively. Between the beer, the bottles of wine, and the pot being passed around, every one was feeling pretty loose, and soon enough, our movie night, was turning into a party. We were having a blast, playing drinking games and just enjoying life. We were playing the timeless drinking game “Asshole”, until someone made the suggestion that we turn this into a game of strip poker. Obviously all the guys were game, as any guy would risk getting naked for the chance to see girls do the same. Surprisingly, all the girls were game as well, and the game commenced. We played 5 card draw; worst hand removed a piece of clothing. As the game progressed, a couple girls were down to bras and panties, and guys were in nothing but boxers. It was at the point where the next person who lost would have had to show the privates, and the girls all decided that lingerie was enough so the game stopped.
I thought this might end the night as well, but then Lindsay suggested we start playing kissing games, like spin the bottle, two minutes in heaven, etc. Everyone was drunk, feeling good, so we started. Spin the bottle was the first game we played. My spin narrowly missed Shannon, but landed on another good looking blonde, Amanda, and our kiss was all I could have hoped for. After everyone got a turn, we decided to play a new game, and Lindsay suggested a game she knew, called “Who Kissed Me?” The point of this game is that someone puts on a blindfold, and is kissed, then must guess who kissed them. Again we moved around the circle, everyone taking turns, and the spit was flying. Kisses were becoming deeper, and when certain people in the group would kiss, there was more than just a game on their minds. This was definitely turning increasingly sexual, and I awaited my turn eagerly.
When it was my turn, I noticed that every girl had kissed a guy up until now, except for Shannon. I got butterflies thinking that it was her I was going to get to kiss. Considering how the game was progressing, the next kiss was bound to end up in an all out make-out session, and if I could have had that with Shannon, it would be a dream come true. I put on the blindfold, and got ready to be kissed. The room went silent and I heard some shuffling. Jeff’s voice came out of nowhere, and he told me to lean forward, to get my kiss. I leaned in, and instead of feeling a girl’s mouth, I felt something else, that felt like a cheek, so I turned my head a little and the room erupted in laughter. I ripped the blindfold off to see Shannon pulling up her pants. She had pulled her pants down and stuck her ass right in my face. When I shifted my position, my nose actually went into her butt crack. I didn’t know what to think at the time, but based on how everyone was laughing at me, I felt embarrassed and humiliated. Everyone started yelling at me, calling me Butt Sniffer, and I tried to play it off, but inside I was burning.
After that night, I had the distinct privilege of being known as “Butt Sniffer”. It only took a couple of days, and everyone in the dorm, as it seemed, had heard the story and started calling me Butt Sniffer. I was so confused at the time. Here was a girl I still had a huge crush on and she humiliated me. I didn’t know whether to be excited that she would do that, maybe it meant inside she liked me, so she was just having fun, or was she just a mean spirited person, who, as they say, burned my candle out to make hers burn brighter. All of my new found confidence and swagger was out the window as I became (no pun intended) the butt of my dorm’s jokes. It was a very weird time for me, but as it turns out, this single event, and nickname, would lead me to something I never knew I was really interested in, and that is my sniffing fetish.
I was embarrassed that I was being called Butt Sniffer by people I didn’t even know, but secretly, inside, the thought of actually sniffing a girl was really beginning to take a hold of me. As a joke, someone left an issue of a porn magazine on my bed. The magazine was called “Tailends”, and has now become one of my favorites. This magazine is full, end to end, of pictures of beautiful women’s asses. Blondes, brunettes, big, small, all kinds of asses are represented. The women will be bent over, or on all fours, spread for the camera. In this particular issue, and the crux of this joke, was a section fittingly titled, Butt Sniffers. There were 4 pages full of pictures of guy with their noses buried in girls’ butts. The picture opened to on my bed, was a full page picture of side-view of a guy whose nose was directly touching a beautiful little asshole. He looked like he was in a dream state getting to experience that sensation. There was note on the page that said, “This is you!” Instead of getting mad, like I had for the past month since the incident, the feeling was totally different, I was turned on.
Seeing the man’s face buried in this beautiful girl’s behind, knowing that he was inhaling her scent, and that she was in to it, it really affected me. I didn’t rip the magazine up, and throw it away. I locked the door, and paged through the magazine and jacked off repeatedly that day. The sight of all these beautiful assholes, on display as they were, turned me on so much. A couple days before this, I would get embarrassed when someone would approach me, or I would hear “Butt Sniffer” from a distance. However, now that I saw this, and knew that somewhere in the world, someone else had this same fetish, I kind of built up some new confidence and the jokes didn’t bug me anymore. I embraced my role as a Butt Sniffer and things kind of returned to normal for me and my friends. When someone doesn’t get bothered by a joke anymore, it fades away, as did my title of Butt Sniffer, although every now and then I would still get it, for the most part, I got past that.
I was feeling good about myself again, but now, a new problem arose, and that was figuring out how to satisfy my fetish. At first, looking at pictures online and chatting with others who shared my fetish was sufficient, but after time, I wanted to try it myself. A person I was chatting with online suggested to me to try sniffing panties. I had never thought of that, but living in a dorm, I knew there would be plenty of opportunities. I sat in my room and thought about the best way, and I figured I could check the laundry room. If the machines were full, people would leave their clothes down there, so they didn’t have to haul them back and forth. The weekends were always busy days for laundry, so I decided to wait until Saturday. I went into the laundry room and there were two open machines, so I quickly filled them with clothes. I went back up to my room for 15 minutes, and returned and sure enough, like a fish biting the bait, there was a laundry basket full of clothes sitting right there.
I looked down the hall and saw nobody coming, so I checked the clothes and they were a girl’s clothes. I couldn’t tell whose they were, nothing really stuck out to me, but as I dug, there they were. A nice pair of pink cotton panties emerged from inside the clump of clothes. I checked down the hall again, and seeing no one, I put the panties to my nose, and what I smelled made my knees wobbly. With the exception of the Butt Sniffer incident, I had never smelled a woman like that. Sure, I had done oral on a couple girls, but it was always pretty much for utility, doing what I had to do to get a girl ready for sex. The smell emanating from the panties was just intoxicating. I didn’t know who’s they were but the combination of her sweat, her pussy, and her ass, all on the gusset of her panties, was just incredible. I rushed up to my room, and lying on my bed, panties covering my face, I came all over. It was so intense, and I wanted more.
From that day, my number one activity after class would be to find panties to sniff. My laundry trick worked alright, every once in a while, but I wanted to go right to the source, so I knew who I was sniffing. I started to make study dates all over the dorms, so that I would have a chance to get into girl’s rooms and access to dirty panties in their laundry. It seemed like clockwork, sometimes, that after an hour or so of studying, girls would have to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone in their rooms for a couple minutes, and I would always take advantage. I begin to think of girls around school by their smells. I knew which girls had very heady odors, and which one’s didn’t. The range of smells was very intriguing and I was always looking for windows of opportunity to sniff different girls’ panties.
It was a Saturday night, the school year was one third over, and we were just getting ready for Christmas vacation. A lot of people were leaving, but as Jeff and I lived close we didn’t have to leave so early. There weren’t too many people around, but Jeff and I managed to find a party and get pretty drunk. We returned the room and smoked some pot and Jeff passed out on the couch. For whatever reason, I wasn’t tired. My mind began to drift, and soon enough, I started to think about panties, and trying to get some to sniff. Our college was a tight-knit community and it wasn’t out of the ordinary to leave a dorm door unlocked, so I decided to go explore. I made up an excuse in case someone saw what I was doing and set out to the girl’s floor. I tried a couple doors and on my third try, I found a door that was unlocked. I opened the door slowly, and seeing nobody around, I let myself in.
There were some street lamps outside that provided light through the window, and I could see fairly well. I knew the layout of the dorms so I went to where most girls keep their laundry baskets, but there were none. I began to feel defeated, thinking that possibly the girls took their laundry baskets home with them. I had made some noise in the room, enough to make me think that if anyone was in the room, they would have woken up. I turned on the light in the room, and was nearly mortified – there was a girl in the bed! It was Annie, a very good looking Asian girl. I had seen her around; she was very fit, with a great body. I tip-toed into the bedroom of the dorm room, and was greeted by a pleasant sight. Not only did I see two full laundry baskets tucked behind the beds, but Annie was sleeping naked, well, topless at least, as her pert little tits were fully exposed to me.
I was making my way around her bed to get to the laundry baskets when the smell hit me. Annie reeked like booze and cigarettes, I mean, she smelled like she licked the floor of a bar. I had come to know that smell very well, it meant that somebody had been out partying. Considering how she was laying in her bed, I figured that she wouldn’t wake up with a little noise, so I went behind her bed and found the object of my desire. She had ripped her clothes off and fell in bed, her outfit from that night lay in a pile. The panties were still wrapped in her pants, as if she pulled them both off in one motion, then hit the bed and passed out. She had worn a nice silky black thong; the thought of her wearing them was overwhelming. As if the thought wasn’t enough, the smell was immaculate. It was everything I hoped for. Her panties smelled as though they were shoved in her pussy and butt crack all night. I was hard almost instantly sniffing her panties.
I grabbed some of her lotion and sat down on her couch, while she slept away. I was getting ready to jack off, when something amazing happened. Annie rolled on to her side, and pulled her blanket with her, completely exposing her backside to me. Sure enough, she didn’t bother to put on panties when she went to sleep, as she was totally naked. Her ass was perfect; nice and tight, with the right amount of bubble to it, and it was completely on display for me. The panties in my hand became an afterthought as the real thing presented itself to me. Although I had snuck sniffs off of girls when I was in bed with them, since my fetish discovery, I had never really had a girl give herself to me, to sniff. I walked over to Annie, and shook her shoulder, but there was no response, she was in a deep, alcohol induced slumber, and I didn’t think she would wake for anything.
The way Annie was lying in bed, on her side, in the fetal position, put her ass in a perfect position for my desires. It was hanging right on the edge of the bed, so as I knelt next to her, it was face level, and damn was it beautiful. I shook her on the hip, and seeing no response, I went for it. I moved my face down right near her ass, sniffing from the top of her crack to the bottom and I was overcome with lust. All I wanted to do was bury my face in this passed out girl’s ass, but I bided my time. Gently, I spread her ass apart, exposing her entire crack to me, and her little rosebud looked so appetizing. As I pushed my nose into her crack, it was sensory overload. The way she felt, looked and smelled, at that time was amazing, and I had to taste her. After I felt content with how her ass smelled, I went for the taste, pushing my tongue against her asshole. With my tongue circling her cute little anus, I began to jack off and shot my load all over the floor and side of her bed. I quickly pulled myself together, and covered my tracks, on cloud nine from that experience.
I saw Annie that next morning at breakfast, looking hungover as ever. My cock stirred thinking about what was under her shorts, as my face was buried in her ass just hours earlier. I was very content that I had that opportunity, but now I wanted more, and it just wasn’t that easy. The panty stealing and sniffing provided temporary respite, but what I really wanted was to sniff a girl’s ass, with her being into it, as opposed to lying asleep while I did it. I was borderline obsessed with this, and began to become withdrawn as it occupied my thoughts. I had a hard time dealing with girls, as I was consumed by thinking about their panties and how they would smell. As time passed, this was easier to deal with, as I realized how improbable it was to find a girl who liked this as much as I did. It was one thing to sneak a couple sniffs while eating a girl out, but full on sniffing just seemed like something that was impossible to ask for, so I often drifted in fantasy land, thinking about it.
Spring Break rolled around and just about everybody either went home for the week, or went on the annual trip to Mexico. I was pretty bummed that I couldn’t go on a trip like that, and after a couple days at home, I decided to return to school and get some quite time alone. Although my social life wasn’t going so great, my schooling was doing very well, as studying occupied a lot of my mind, and I wasn’t always thinking about sniffing panties, or fantasizing about the real thing. It was mid-week and I was wandering around campus, smoking some pot. There was a small wooded area that kids would hang out in to drink or smoke, and I walked there to see if anyone was around, and who should I find – Shannon. She was sitting in a grassy clearing, reading. She had on a springy sundress and looked so hot. Shannon and Lindsay kind of had a falling out, and due to my friendship with Jeff, I hadn’t seen Shannon in months, as she wouldn’t hang out with Lindsay, thus Jeff, thus me.
I stood there practically speechless thinking that maybe I should just turn and go, but she looked up and saw me and called me over. We sat on that clearing and talked for a while. Mostly just small talk, how classes were going, and then we got into some gossip about her and Lindsay. It turned out that Lindsay, who appeared to be an angel, was really vindictive and knew exactly how to hurt someone with words. Some of the things Shannon said that she said to her were pretty bad, and I didn’t blame her for wanting to not be friends. We chatted for what seemed like all afternoon, and as we realized, it truly was. Seeing that we appeared to be the only two people still left on campus, I invited Shannon over that night. I suggested a movie and pizza and, happily, she accepted.
I ran back to my room and furiously cleaned. Jeff and I were nowhere near neat and tidy roommates, and honestly, our room was a pigsty. Shortly after I got all cleaned up, Shannon came over, and much to my delight, she was still wearing that sundress. It was yellow and flowery, and made her curves look fantastic. Her tits seemed to be begging to pop out of that dress, and I could tell she didn’t have a bra on either. I was hoping to be able to get a peek of her panties for some jack-off inspiration later. I didn’t allow myself to think that anything was going to happen, so that I wouldn’t be disappointed, but as it was going to be her and I alone, and she knew that and agreed to come over, well, the cup was definitely half full. We hung out and it was very casual and very fun, better than I had hoped for. We ordered a pizza and ate until neither of us felt like we could shove another bit of food inside. For dessert, I rolled up a nice, fat joint, and we were both feeling very light and loose at this point.
It couldn’t have been more perfect, we were laughing, having great conversation, and I even thought I sensed that she was throwing a vibe out there. I played it cool, and trusting my instincts, started flirting with her, and sure enough, she flirted right back. The next thing I knew, we’re making out on my couch, hands all over each other. I barely had to adjust her sundress and, as I suspected, her tits popped out and presented themselves to me beautifully. For a tiny, petite girl like Shannon, tits like hers were not the norm, and against her frame, they looked huge. We were really heating up, and I couldn’t have been more pleased, and amazed, at how this day had drastically changed. After at least an hour, Shannon broke off our kiss. I figured now I was going to get the classic “we shouldn’t be doing this” speech, but what Shannon said next blew my mind.
“Listen Les”, she said quietly, looking incredibly sexy with her large tits heaving on her chest, “I need to apologize to you for what I did in the beginning of the year. I thought it would be a funny joke, but when I saw and heard all the teasing and ribbing you took, I felt so bad. I never got to tell this to you because of my and Lindsay’s situation and I never really saw you or had a minute alone with you.”
I could tell this was a sincere apology and I told her that I accepted her apology and truly was not mad. I thought about laying it all on the line, and telling her how she inspired me to realize a deep fetish that I had for sniffing, but I didn’t want to go that far and scare her, considering that I felt like I was on the verge of something more with her. We talked some more about that night, and about how happy the both of us were that we met that day. We were both feeling like maybe it was meant to be. I confessed to her that I had a big crush on her at the time of the Butt Sniffer incident, and even that didn’t change my opinion. As we talked, I could tell she wanted to say something, but was having trouble, so I told her to tell me what was on her mind. She beat around the bush, saying it was nothing, but I could tell it had to come out, so I after some prodding, I told her to tell me and what she said changed me forever.
“I know that everyone thought what I did to you that night was a huge joke, and I’ll admit I thought it was kind of funny,” she told me, “But the truth of the matter is, Les, that I kind of did that for selfish reasons”. I asked her what she meant, and she just blurted out, “I like having guys sniff me, it really turns me on.” My jaw fell to the floor. It was so surreal that the girl, who inspired my fetish, admitted to me that she was into the same thing I was. She told me how she thought sex should be a complete sensory experience; looks, touch, sound, taste, and of course, smell. She told me that at the time that she pulled her pants down and felt me back there, she got turned on, but had to hide it because every one else was laughing.
It took a lot of guts for her to come clean to me like this, and it was so endearing. I pulled her close to me, and spilled my guts. I told her everything, from how I secretly was turned on that night too, to those first pictures of guys sniffing girls’ asses, to my brief career as a panty thief. I confessed to her that she was the inspiration to my fetish, and not only was I nowhere near offended to what she did; it had now turned into my greatest fantasy. Our eyes locked, there was a fire between us, like a key had been put into the door of our secret desires, and we kissed more deep and passionate than I had ever experienced in my life. It felt almost like it was meant to be, everything, from the initial Butt Sniffer incident, to us meeting in that clearing that day. We really started to pick it up, making out on the couch and the clothes started to come off.
I peeled her sundress off of her, and her body was sexier, in person, than I could have hoped for. She was an image of beauty, her curves were amazing and her pussy was hidden by a cute little pink thong. I knew this was truly meant to be, and beyond my wildest dreams, when Shannon stood up and slowly removed her panties for me. As she exposed her deftly trimmed pussy to me, instead of tossing her panties to the side, she handed them to me, and I knew exactly what she wanted to see. I put the panties to my face, and if my cock wasn’t already a rock, it sure was when I inhaled the aroma from her panties. Her scent was like none other, and even though I had the real thing right in front of me, I didn’t want to stop smelling the panties, they were that good. She lay her naked body on top of me on the couch, and with her panties pressed to my nose, we kissed and groped each other for what seemed like forever.
Then, in a moment of pure fantasy come true, she went into the middle of the dorm room floor, right on our little area shag carpet, and bent down onto all fours, her ass up in the air, pointing right at me. “I never thought I would meet a guy that would be into the same thing I was,” she cooed, “I want you to have me completely. Come over here and show me what a butt sniffer you really are”. I needed no further encouragement. The sight of her bent over like that, in that setting is forever etched into my brain. I got on my knees and crawled over to her, slowly pressing my face into her butt crack, until I got that whiff, and it was pure bliss. I pressed my nose in between her cheeks until it actually pressed on her asshole, making her jump a little at first touch.
Instead of pulling away and being hesitant, like I would have imagined, she completely indulged me, pushing her ass right back into my face. The situation I was in, combined with the setting, and everything that had gone into this moment, had my cock ready to explode. I took my time, savoring every second of this, but the animal urge in me took over. I spread her asscheeks with my hands, fully exposing her asshole and pussy to me. I moved my nose up and down her crack, sniffing her ass, then moving down and sniffing her sweet pussy. The smell was so overwhelming. I loved the feeling of her smooth crack, leading to that amazing little rosebud, then the soft peachfuzz that covered the lips of her vagina.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer, and sensing no resistance on her part, I stuck my tongue out, so that it followed my nose, up and down her crack, licking and sniffing her pussy and asshole. She just stayed how she was, on all fours with my face buried in her ass, allowing me to have my way. I felt her pussy lips begin to swell and open up like a flower, and it was unmistakable that she was becoming wet from my licking. I totally went for it, pressing my nose into her asshole, I started to work my tongue into her pussy and was greeted by the sounds of her moaning. It was a fantasy come true, and she was completely in to it as well. I have never felt better in my life than in that dorm room that night.
Her breathing was picking up pace, and she became increasingly more vocal. I could tell that she was verging on an orgasm and she really started to push herself into my face. I swear my nose was actually penetrating her asshole, getting everything it desired and more. My tongue pushed deep into her wet pussy; she tasted phenomenal, exactly as I fantasized when sniffing her panties that night. I would have never imagined it would have come to this, actually being able to have this type of experience with Shannon, but here it was, and I loved it. Then her orgasm came. She pushed back into me so hard, I thought my face was going to actually go completely into her pussy. She was actually fucking my tongue as she came, shoving her ass into my face. All I could do was just stick my tongue out strong and continue to inhale through my nose, taking in her scent, while she fucked my face on all fours. I could taste her cum as it oozed out of her pussy.
Weakened by her orgasm, she practically collapsed on the floor. My tongue pulled out of her pussy and I managed to get a nice lick of her asshole as she went down. After a couple of deep breaths, she got up on her knees, even with me and planted a big wet kiss on my mouth. We kissed like that for what seemed like forever. We were the only two people in the world at that point. Nothing else mattered at that point, we were going at it like the couple of young lovers that we were becoming. We were locked in a deep embrace and then I felt her hand on my cock; she was starting to stroke my rock hard dick. My knees weakened as this felt so divine, and almost on cue, she moved her way down my body.
She gently kissed her way down my torso, and then shoved me onto my back. She was positioned in between my legs and began to kiss my cock, slowly and lovingly. The feeling was incredibly intense as she put my cock in her mouth. I was on cloud nine, half in disbelief that this was actually happening, half trying to hold out for as long as possible. That half didn’t work out so well, as she began to really suck me off, taking me deep and after about fifteen seconds, there was no holding back. All this pent up cum from a lifetime of fantasies about my sister came out in a torrent gush. She wasn’t even ready for what came as the first shot of cum lodged itself in her throat. She practically choked but that didn’t stop her from milking and swallowing every drop of cum I had to offer, which was quite a lot.
My cock returned to a semi-hard, semi-flaccid state for the first time in a couple hours. Shannon pulled her body on top of mine, and we kissed, long and deep, into the night. Satisfied after each of us had powerful orgasms, we decided it was probably time to climb into bed. We went and brushed our teeth and she returned to my room and started to look for a shirt or some boxers of mine to wear to bed, but I stopped her. I didn’t know when I would possibly get this chance again. I knew I wanted it, but wasn’t sure if it was just a one time thing for her. I held her tight to me, and kissed her. She kissed back and I let my hands roam all over her, caressing her ample tits, fingering her pussy and even managing to sneak a finger into her asscrack and tease her little rosebud.
I could tell she wanted more, so I led her over to the bed, and laid her down. I kneeled in front of her, alongside my bed, and never once did she try and stop me, or even hesitate. She put her legs on my shoulders, pussy spread wide in front of me, almost as if it was served on a platter for me to eat. I ate her pussy out with a renewed vigor and she really responded. I began to focus on her clit, sucking it and flicking it lightly with my tongue, while my fingers found her cunt and began to work in and out. She was dripping wet and I used some of her natural lube to play with her tight little asshole. As I found out, although she fantasized about guys sniffing her, or playing with her ass, she had never found a guy who was into it like she was. She really responded as my finger penetrated her anal ring. With my mouth covering her clit, one finger buried in her pussy and another lightly pushing into her asshole, she came again, grabbing my face, trying again to pull my entire head into her pussy.
She lay on my bed in a state of dream-like bliss, I got up from my kneeling position, so I was on both knees, and I found my cock was perfectly level with her freshly wet pussy. Before she could react, again with no hesitation, I pushed my cock into her pussy and slid in with ease. All she could do was hold me close and I worked more and more of my hard cock into her pussy. There were no condoms available, but I didn’t care, it was the most amazing feeling I ever experienced. I began to thrust into her wet folds picking up a rhythm and pushing my whole meat deep into her love tunnel. I lasted longer this time than when she sucked me off, but again, it didn’t take me very long. I felt my cum building and knew I was going to cum. As I thrust deep into her hot pussy, I had a brief moment of clarity and knew I didn’t want to cum in her pussy, my orgasm approached and I attempted to pull out, but she realized, as well, what I was doing, and stopped me. She looked me right in the eyes and said the magic words, “I’m on the pill”, and just like that I filled her pussy with another huge load of cum.
I crawled on to the bed with her, now I was in a dream state and we lay next to each other in a deep embrace. I felt at that time, even though I was 19, I felt that I had found the woman of my dreams, and I never wanted to be with anyone but her. We fell asleep and slept late into the next day. I couldn’t believe that the previous night really happened, but she assured me that it had. Shannon asked me if I wanted breakfast in bed, and naively, I said yes, thinking she would go down to the cafeteria and fix me a plate. She had something else in mind and before I could say another word, she sat her pussy down right on my mouth. Not that minded at all, but I could hardly breathe, she was really smothering me. She was grinding my face and then she turned herself around so that her asshole pressed on my nose and her pussy covered my mouth. The combination of her ass, so fragrant from the night before, on my nose and her pussy on my mouth, was to die for. She leaned forward, opening herself up totally for me, and we locked into a 69. I came so hard in her mouth as she buried my face in her asscrack, cumming like never before.
It was just the beginning of a wonderful relationship that has stood the test of time. Shannon turned out to be everything I fantasized about sexually, as she completely understood and indulged my fetish, but she is an amazing person outside of the bedroom as well, and we are now married, very happily. Like clockwork, she will come home from the gym, bend over the kitchen counter and allow me free reign to sniff and lick her sweet little asshole. It is truly heaven. She even goes as far as to steal me panties from friends of hers, just to indulge my fantasy, and she will suck my cock, or ride me while I sniff away at the gusset. It is a blessed life, and I count my blessings daily that I met a girl like Shannon who is everything I could have dreamed of and more.
This story is dedicated to my beautiful wife Shannon. I wrote this on our 10th anniversary, as she has been begging me to write a story of how we met. The names are changed, but the story stands the test of time, as does my love for Shannon. This is for you baby, the only woman I have ever wanted in my life!!