Big Foot Moved In Next Door To Us And Our Bad Habits Got Better

I went to a small liberal arts school and studied Art History. My roommate Clara was an English major. We were friends from when we met, and moved off campus together. We lived in the only complex close to campus, a 1960s era construction. Mostly catered to students. The complex was two thirds one bedrooms, one third two bedrooms. Everyone started in a one bedroom, until a two bedroom opened up. Mostly that meant upperclassmen had the two bedrooms. Clara and I started in a one bedroom, furnished with one double bed. That's how we got into bad habits.

Being so close, around each other day and day out, nothing was private. It felt so much better to rub up against each other naked than in pajamas. Good, hard, breast to breast, with long wet kisses. Caught up in her arms as the little spoon while she rubbed one out against my hip bone. Tiny little shower barely big enough for the two of us. Laying a towel down for the ritual bare pussy shaving and waxing. Tongues did the job of an other world boy party. Our little world, cuddled up tight, was our little heaven.

But, a guy moved in next door. He worked for the water department. Big and hairy we called him Big Foot. He came and went and we barely saw each other. One night he knocked on our door and asked for pasta. He was making spaghetti and forgot he needed the pasta. For the first time ever we had a man at our table. He was so much bigger than we were, we laughed of what he could do with us. Was his ding a ling as big as he was? Wouldn't it be funny if he had a tiny wenny.

We found out the hard way, pardon the pun here, he wasn't tiny. What he wanted wasn't spaghetti, he wanted a play date. The bed was too small for the three of us, so it all happened on the carpet. Crawl away, caught by a foot and pulled back under him. He was strong enough to do push ups over one of us while the other one rode on his back. For all of our fantasizing a man between us, we were now the subjects of our own experiments. One thing for sure, his ding a ling made a meal out of us. By the time Big Foot left, we were no longer innocent.

The experience taught us, as tightly as we held each other, as hard as we pressed our breasts together, as hard as we rubbed our clits against each other, a man and a dick is much better.

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by Anonymous on Dec 16, 2024 at 9:53 AM

Ohh, I was flicking the bean reading this. Hard body girls pressed tightly together

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