Winning Contestant

There’s a hot girl at my college named Marissa, a member of the most popular sorority house on campus. I’ve had the biggest crush on her ever since I first saw her in the locker room, showering after her gymnastics session. I sat crouched on the tile floor, peeping from behind the stack of lockers watching the soapy suds decorate Marissa’s perfect sun-kissed body with foamy white lather.

I parted my legs and began to circle my middle finger against my hot button as Marissa moved the washcloth around her pussy and gorgeous firm round arse. I imagined the cloth was my tongue, licking up the wet tufts of her blonde muff around her plump pussy and around the rim of her fuzzy bung.

“Marissa, come lick my pussy,” I whispered in her direction, wishing that
she would sense my presence and come give me some relief.

I stayed there on the floor fingering my hole, reveling in one climax after another
for the entire duration of her shower, vowing to myself that I’d fuck her for real
one day. So, recently Marissa’s sorority house was holding various fundraisers for the community. A random drawing would be held at the end of the event, and the
winner would go on a romantic dinner date with Marissa later that night.
Needless to say, I donated so much cash that the bowl was practically spilling over
with my ticket stubs.

Sure enough, at the end of the event Marissa placed her hand in the bowl and read out the name of the winner. It was me! I walked on stage and everyone started to laugh, except Marissa. To my surprise, she grabbed me in front of the crowd and kissed my neck. I grabbed her hand and walked off the stage with my ultimate prize. We didn’t even make it off campus before I had Marissa pushed up against the brick wall of the library, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Just like I had imagined, she tasted as delicious as cotton candy.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I murmured, nibbling on her neck and squishing her perky tits in my palms. “All I want now is to make you cum.”

“Wanna know a secret?” she asked, running her hand up my skirt to fondle and flick my clit. I nodded. “The actual winner tonight was some guy from the football team. I had to lie because I’ve been too shy to ask you out.”

This was the best news I’d ever heard. To reward her sweet confession, I peeled
down her blue jeans, parted her legs and began to lap up her juicy cunt like a melting ice cream cone. She opened her legs up wide for me, allowing my long tongue to penetrate deep. She ran her fingers through my hair and rode my face slowly. I didn’t come up until my chin was dripping with her juice. Once her body started to tense up I knew I had found her sweet spot. After a few more solid lashings of my tongue she
began to cum all over my lips and fingers until my mouth filled up with squirting
blasts of her syrup.

“Bend over, baby. Let me taste your arsehole,” Marissa moaned.

I did as she asked, bending over with my hands around my ankles. Now she spent ample time squeezing my arse cheeks and playfully smacking them until I was sure
they were bright red.

“Ready for my tongue?” she asked, diving right in before I could give her my response. Having never had my arse eaten out before, this drove me crazy. The sheer intensity was more than I could have ever imagined.

My excitement hit an all-time high when she stuck one finger in my arse and another in my pussy, fucking me so intently that my cunt began to gush with sticky sex liquid.

“This is exactly how I imagined you’d taste,” she said, hoisting me up to dip her tongue in my mouth one last time. She was right, my pussy was scrumptious.
Together we truly made the most delicious flavour. Needless to say, we never actually went out to dinner that night. Instead we chose to go straight for the dessert, and we have several times since then!