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I Was Her First Bull

Kelli learns to love cheating

Spring, 1984

“Suck him, Kelli, you know you want to.” She said that she didn’t like giving head, but she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself at the moment.

She was lying back in the large, overstuffed armchair in my dorm room as I knelt over her, pushing my cock into her mouth. We called the chair “The Fucking Chair” because that’s what we used it for. And this time, I was fucking her mouth. I had been for 15 minutes, actually.

“Gack, gack, gack,” she sputtered as she choked on me. She pulled me out of her mouth but continued to stroke my shaft with her hand. She begged, “Jim, please don’t cum in my mouth!”

“Well, he’s close, so you might want to close your mouth. But don’t stop stroking him. Uh, uh, arrrgh!” I grunted in reply as I finally exploded in her hand.

Thick ropes of hot cum blasted her face, splattering across her tightly closed eyes, on her cheeks, and up into her blond hair. One particularly viscous stripe ran down the middle of her forehead and right along her nose. As I moved aside and she sat up, I saw the cum flow down and form a droplet at the end of her nose. In almost slow motion, it fell onto her lips.

That vision, that memory, is etched into my soul.

Talk about amazing luck. The same semester that my college roommate moved out, leaving me in my dorm room alone, Kelli moved in down the hall. She was sexy as fuck, a punk rock chick, short cut spiky hair and an ass to die for. She was also not as experienced as she made everyone believe.

She was unpacking her stuff when I first saw her through the open door to her room. I noticed the punk rock hair, and I don’t know what came over me, but I walked right in and asked her, “So, do you do heroin?”

“No, but I like to smoke pot,” she answered.

The chemistry between us was instant and irresistible.

“That’s convenient,” I said, “I happen to have some pot in my room.”

Three weeks later, she took my virginity.

It took that long because she felt terrible guilt about her high-school boyfriend, Lewis. She said she loved him and didn’t want to break up with him. He was the only man she had ever been with. The guilt didn’t stop her from making out with me, letting me get my hands on her tits, or putting my fingers in her pussy, though. Eventually she had to fuck me, it was that or watch my balls explode.

I have to admit, I wasn’t a bull that first time. I think I got two pumps in before pulling out and spraying her belly. But after that, it was “game on”.

“Look at this chair I got. The brothers at Kappa Alpha were giving it away.”

I didn’t think about what the frat boys had used it for, and it didn’t really matter since I was going to use it the same way. As a place to fuck. And it was perfect for it. Thick, comfortable, (absorbent) padding, and the arms were angled just right for some freaky positions.

I lay back as Kelli backed her ass to me and lowered her 19-year-old pussy onto my cock.

“Like this?” she asked, as her perfect bottom pressed into my lap.

“That’s it, Kel. Now, go up and down. That’s right.” I encouraged and directed her, and she would respond with more enthusiasm the harder I pressed. “That’s so good! Now go faster.”

She bounced up and down with such vigor that I’m sure you could hear the slapping sound in the dorm hallway. It’s no wonder we were voted “Cutest Couple” on the floor that semester. I don’t know if Lewis ever noticed that poster on the rare occasions he visited.

We continued to fuck for hours that morning, literally three hours. I tried out every position I could think of.

“Ok, sit on my lap facing me.”

“And now on your back.”

We kissed as we fucked, telling each other “Je t’aime.” Only Lewis got the English “I love you”. It bothered me a little, but I took solace in the fact that I was the one saying “Get on your knees with your tits on the arm of the chair,” and then fucking her tight little pussy until she squealed with delight and I shot cum all over her back.

I did have the unusual experience of shaking a man’s hand less than four hours after I had fucked his girlfriend.

I knew Lewis was coming to visit that weekend and made sure to come by when he first arrived. I stuck my head in her room and asked Kelli if I could bum a smoke. She gave me the smoke and introduced me.

“Jim, this is Lewis, my boyfriend. Jim lives down the hall.”

He stood and shook my hand with a grip like a wet noodle. I’m not proud to say that I gave his hand an extra hard squeeze. I got the feeling he didn’t like me. Kelli told me he didn’t know about us, but he must have felt something, with chemistry that powerful.

And he had plenty of reasons to not like me, even if he didn’t know it. To prepare for my pussy-free weekend, I had made sure to fuck Kelli vigorously earlier that morning. I put her thru all her paces, and she was hotter and more passionate than ever before. I couldn’t believe she could be any more turned on. Until Lewis left on Sunday, when I discovered that she could.

“He just left,” she said, as she jumped into my arms. I doubt his car was out of the parking lot when her panties hit the floor in my room. She was on fire; I had never seen her so hot for me.

I pushed her back on “The Fucking Chair” and immediately slammed my rigid cock deep into her pussy, reclaiming her for myself. I knew Lewis didn’t fuck her like this over the weekend, I would have heard. The whole dorm floor would have heard. Like they heard now.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

After 30 minutes of hard reclaim fucking, I decided to change gears.

I pulled out, got on my knees between her thighs and devoured her soaking pussy. We both loved that. I had never had access to a pussy before and thoroughly enjoyed touching, exploring, and learning about her tight little snatch. And she liked it because, well, I was a great student.

She definitely enjoyed it when I sucked her clit as I used 2 fingers to massage what I now know was her g-spot (no internet in 1984, kids). And I had also been putting fingers in her asshole, something Lewis never did and which she found to be very pleasurable. So, I was surprised at first when she pushed my head back and pulled my fingers out of her.

But I was thrilled when she flipped onto her hands and knees, stuck that gorgeous ass in my face, and said, “Please put them back in, Jim! Please? And put some more Vaseline and another finger in my ass.”

I couldn’t resist and was soon fingering both her holes with gusto.

I loved watching that beautiful ass squirming around, and my fingers plunging in and out. I had a great alternating motion going, pushing into one hole as I pulled out of the other. I loved what happened next even more.

“Now your cock, Jim. Put your cock in my ass,” she pled.

“Are you sure, Kel? We never did that.”

“You won’t need to pull out,” she said, as if I needed a reason to sodomize her. “Do it!”

I didn’t ask again. Instead, I slapped some Vaseline on my cock, put the tip by my fingers in her ass, and when I pulled them out, I put my cock in.

She was loud. It hurt her, and Vaseline is terrible as a lube (it was all we had, but please don’t use it!). I didn’t stop, though, and she didn’t want me to. Fortunately for both of us, a virgin asshole is incredibly tight, and in two pumps, same as my first time in her pussy, I finished inside her for the only time in our relationship.

I feel I need to reiterate this:

She spent the weekend with her boyfriend, and then she gave me her anal virginity.

Anal sex never happened again. With me, at least. I’m sure some bull who knew about KY railed her mercilessly in her later years. But I was there first, buddy!

The only other limit I hit with Kelli was not because she didn’t like something, but because she liked it too much.

During a discussion about fantasies, I mentioned, “Maybe I could tie you up.” Her eyes lit up, and she got a huge smile on her face.

“Yes, let’s do it right now! What do you have to tie me with?”

I couldn’t go running naked through the halls looking for rope, so I found a few bandanas and made do. I tied them around her wrists pretty tightly but didn’t have much length left to attach the other ends to the bedframe. The bandanas did wrap around the frame, and I was able to make a single cross knot in each, “securing” both of her wrists. She was tied up, but it was more symbolic than real.

She fucking loved it! I barely touched her body with my hands, and she began to quiver. I merely brushed her nipples with my fingers, and they instantly rose to full attention. When I got to her pussy, she was already drenched.

“Jim, Jim! Just put it in, please fuck me!” she begged.

I should have tormented her longer, but I couldn’t resist. I put the tip of my cock inside her and easily pushed deep.

This time, it was Kelli who orgasmed after two pumps. She exploded harder than I had ever seen, drenched my bed, and threw her arms and legs around me. The loosely tied bandanas flew off of the bedframe when she put her arms around me. I pumped a little longer and came on her belly.

She never let me do that again because she was scared. Terrified that she would fall so much in love with me that she would have to leave Lewis. If I had tied better knots, she might still be with me today.

But of course, it wasn’t going to last. We didn’t make it through the summer afterward. It turns out that if you spend most of your time in “The Fucking Chair” rather than class, you get horrible grades. I had to go to another university, hundreds of miles away, to take a class so I could keep on track for my degree. She stayed at our university.

And when we did get together, it wasn’t the same. The chemistry was gone.

Of course, the final nail in the coffin was when my best friend, Pete, came to me wracked with guilt. Almost crying, he came clean that while I was away, surprise surprise, Kelli had fucked him.

I wasn’t angry or jealous, I hugged and forgave him. She was super hot. I wasn’t mad at her either, I understood her needs. But it was over. She’d fucked my best friend, for Christ’s sake. What was I? A Lewis?

We were still friendly and would encounter each other here and there over the last years of university, and we would catch up. The story was always the same — she was still with Lewis and still had a boyfriend on the side.

Spring 2014

Fast forward 30 years, and I’m looking for old girlfriends on Facebook when I found Kelli. I scroll down, and 3 or 4 pictures down is the prom photo she took with Lewis. There she was, the punk rock hottie I spent a semester with in “The Fucking Chair”. I felt 19 again.

There were also current photos, and she looked gorgeous! A lot of the pictures included a very tall, very dark, and very handsome man. I’ll bet my 401K he has a very huge cock, as well.

I tried that Facebook Messenger app, and she responded almost immediately. We had a great chat. She was across the country now, and, finally, the story had changed.

She and Lewis had stayed together for decades but never got married. She said that they had broken up 5 years earlier. And then, about a year after that, she married Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.

We finished our chat, swore to keep in touch, and of course, never did.

A part of me wants to believe that Lewis finally got sick of it and dumped Kelli, but we all know that’s not what happened. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome was Kelli’s last bull. The one that finally took her from Lewis.

And I was her first bull.