In college my best friend and I got involved with this man who owned and ran a lighting store. He was in his forties. Why two perfectly descent, well educated and brought up girls would go to get fucked by a man like that is the question I have never been able to answer, and neither can my friend. But we went, regularly to his house, he had a large bedroom with a round bed and mirrors on the ceiling so we could watch ourselves. We took it every way its possible to be fucked, including pushing it down our throat until we vomited. It was so bad that I would start gagging as soon as he put his dick in my mouth, but I had to take it and tried to keep from vomiting as long as possible, but always vomited. It was so disgusting.

We had sex for him too, girl on girl, he liked us to just kiss each other feel each other when we kissed, sometimes he had us 69 or butt kiss, we only did that after we had been in the hot tub to make sure our butts were clean.

After graduation we both took jobs as clerks at the local power company to stay in town with him. We didn't leave town until we were 28. We both found normal men to have relationships with and get married. But we talk about our wild days and many times we just fall into each other and kiss and fondle each other. We don't want to admit it, but we enjoyed kissing and fondling each other, it was kind of exciting knowing that at some point he was going to tear one of us away and just fuck us or deep throat us.

Bad, bad college days. That is all I can say.