[ FF, gangbang, MF, MM, ws, fist, voy, exhib, college ]
by Ed & Minxi Stercus, © 2011, all rights reserved
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I'm Ed. She's Minxi. We met in college. We were both drunk.
She was eating pussy, actually, and I was watching. Jacking off. Me and about forty other guys. Minxi and her girlfriend were our paid entertainment for the evening. It was a frat thing. Some of you will understand.
Afterward, she pulled a train for about half of us, while her girlfriend got the other half.
I was actually with the girlfriend that night – she was hotter, to be honest, and I was closer to her anyway once the fucking started. It was a typical fuck-ass-fuck-cunt thing. I had my cock in her, some dude had his cock in me, I was sucking cock, she was sucking cock, the music was loud as hell. Dudes were either watching while waiting or sucking or stroking each other. The usual ones were fucking right out in the open.
(Disclaimer Time: Yes, not all frats are bisexual lust pits. I got lucky. The house next door was a coke pit. The one behind us grew weed behind their big backyard fence and sold some of the best shit I've ever had. One house at the end of the row got shut down for running a brothel. Every one was a little different. Ours was bisexual, and proud of it. And no. I will not put a name to it. Are you fucking kidding me?!! I still go back for football games!)
Anyway, somebody puked on her girlfriend, I remember that. She got pissed and left Minxi all alone for the rest of the night. She was double-fucked for probably an hour straight, at least. I ended up with my buddy Brent, letting him fuck me in the laundry room. When I came back out Minxi was still at it, covered in jizz, sweat, and random pieces of potato chips and carpet fuzz. They had her up on the pool table by then. I remember for some reason thinking how pink she looked.
Later on I found her in the bathroom trying to clean up. Some dude was kneeling beside the half-full bathtub with a beer bottle up her ass, and she was being a good sport, rocking on it with at least a little effort. I could tell she was tired of it, though. She gave me a bored “get in line asshole” kind of look. I laughed. That surprised her. She laughed back. We started talking.
Dude with the bottle got pissed at me, then, for stealing her attention. I was like, “Look man, she's running a bath. She's done. Leave her alone.” I didn't even know him, he was some friend or pledge or some random crasher. He stood up to engage his bad-ass mode and promptly stumbled and about fell into the tub with her. That got him embarrassed and he took off. I locked the door behind him.
We talked while she soaped up, rinsed, and washed her hair. She was a grad student, two years older than me. She was in my dorm, three floors up. I went up a notch, I could tell, once she figured out I didn't actually reside in the frat house. She asked me why I was a Greek at all. I remember shrugging and holding up my Budweiser in one hand, my spliff in the other. She laughed and shrugged.
“And you get the best of both worlds, too, don't you?” she asked. I couldn't disagree. My ass and my cock were both kept very happy in that house.
She whored for the cash, of course. She liked cock, too, and the insanity of gangbangs. I'll let her go into all that herself later on, if she wants to. For my part, I was falling in love - just a little! - simply talking to her, watching her slick naked body in that bathtub, holding out my smoke to her to suck on so she wouldn't get it wet, letting her finish the rest of my beer.
I helped her out the back when she was done. We walked across campus to the dorm and up to her room, where she introduced me to her roommate – her girlfriend from the party, now pukeless and studying at her little desk. We fucked on Minxi's bed right next to her while she flipped pages, bored as hell, sipping on a Dr. Pepper and chain smoking. Minxi asked her to join us, but she said she'd already fucked me once, been there done that, eyes rolling, turn the page. We just laughed and kept on.
I left her that night once we were done, thinking it was fun, she was a crazy nympho, and how weird it was to have nailed her while a girl I'd already nailed was sitting right there half-watching, half-studying, bored as hell.
So I went back downstairs and slept in my own room, where my roommate was in the middle of his own little regular fuckfest with the freshman emo girl from the endowment house across campus. She came over and fucked me when I woke up for a piss around dawn that next morning. I got back in bed and there she was, in there waiting for me, my roommate snoring just four feet away. Who was I to complain? She had a pierced pussy, for crying out loud. That was fucking radical for 1992.
Emo girl and I ended up fucking every night she slept over, and my roommate never wised up. I guess I had an accidental girlfriend for about two months, but I started looking out all the time for Minxi, trying to spot her coming and going, hoping to catch her in the mail room, in the downstairs common or in the nearby cafeteria. A lot of girls sunned themselves and studied out on the lawn behind the dorm, too. I basically took to stalking all around. And I never saw her.
Every floor in the dorm was single-sex, so to get onto Minxi's hall I had to be invited in with someone with a key, some girl who lived there. I hadn't even gotten her number. At that point, actually, I didn't even know her name. But I knew I wanted to see her again. To fuck her again. There was something about her. It was like the itch you can't scratch. She'd hooked me somehow.
This was in the days before cell phones (at least, before normal people had cell phones). If you are too young to imagine that kind of world, I envy you. I would've had her number before we'd even left that bathroom at the frat house, of course. As it was, I had to just hope and pray our paths would cross.
Three months after that party, emo girl and my roommate were split, so I was getting no regular pussy whatsoever. The cock at the frat house was nice – I liked to give as much as take, so it was easy for me to hook up with the dozen or so guys who didn't need to be drunk to go gay. I was actually giving serious consideration to moving into the house full time just because the sex there was so regular. This one guy Adrian had a cock like a fucking donkey, and I thought I could get real used to slurping on it every night and day – not to mention how insane it felt buried to the hilt up my ass. Adrian wanted me, too. He liked his bitches. I'd already dressed up for him a few times. He'd bought me a dress, heels, everything. We did some crazy shit in his room, me strutting around in thigh highs and full makeup, begging for his cock. I could rim him for hours, too. God, did he taste like heaven!
But then I saw Minxi again.
I was in the stacks studying. A gradually increasing noise of slurping, moaning, shuffling, some kind of fucking kept getting on my nerves. It was pretty common to fuck in the stacks. This was before security cameras were everywhere, too, so we could get away with a whole hell of a lot more, you know? So I wasn't going to rat them out or even shush them. But man was it ever annoying that they could be having so much fun right in the middle of finals week! How could I study with a hard on?
I got up to go see the ruckus for myself. Two rows of carrels over there was Minxi, kneeling between the legs of a girl I'd never seen before, fisting her into oblivion. Five or six guys – and several girls – were just standing about watching, so I joined them. Minxi was absorbed in her work and didn't notice me.
The girl was bucking, thrashing, gasping. It was all she could do not to scream as her orgasm rolled on and on. She began pissing heavily as Minxi thrust in an out – a sploshy, messy splatter that drenched Minxi's head and chest and splattered every last one of us standing about. The girls all cringed and fled immediately, and so did a couple of the guys. One of the dudes remaining, however, pulled out his cock and came all over the back of Minxi's head. She felt it and turned, and that's when she saw me.
“Well, hi!” she said brightly, gently working her hand out of her lover's soaked, slack vaginal cave. “How've you been?” Piss ran out of her very wet hair, and she paused to dig at her stinging eyes while the other girl sort of rolled off the carrel's desk and staggered toward the bathroom, leaving a dripping trail behind, the two remaining guys following her into the women's restroom, leaving Minxi alone with me and the rapid ejaculator.
“You were my Bathroom Knight, right?” she went on. “Saved my ass - literally,” she told the guy who'd just come on her. He apparently wasn't expecting to be addressed directly and fled in terror, not even bothering to stuff his dick back in his pants. We both laughed at that pretty hard.
“Oh well,” she sighed, rising and heading for the stairwell. “Guess I'd better head home and... clean up.” She stopped at the end of the row and grabbed her backpack from the carrel. I was right behind her when she turned and winked. “Wanna come with me...” she leaned in close, whispering “ and lick... my very dirty... shit hole?”
That was the moment, of course, when I decided not to lose track of her again. Fuck the final. I had my backpack together in five seconds flat, out the stairwell door right behind her. And the rest, as they say, is (soon to be told) history.
That's it for now. I am going to try to chronicle things in more or less an order that makes some sense. I guess from time to time I'll go into some non-Minxi adventures I've had – like with Adrian and some other guys and girls along the way – but mainly Minxi and I want to tell about what we've done together. She doesn't write creatively; she's an academic writer in her field, though. If she won't warm up to doing it herself, then I'll sort of translate if she'll dictate. But she's promised to at least try, so keep an eye out for her, too.
Let me know if you liked it! That would be great.
- Ed
by Ed & Minxi Stercus, © 2011, all rights reserved
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