What a pleasant surprise...m/f,college,oral,cons Sarah gets a pearl necklace By Marklemagne A free press must be used responsibly. If you shouldn't read this story because it might make you feel strange and want to do things that mom and dad and pastor said are wrong, then stop reading. This is a true story. No, really it is. Some, but not all, of the names have been changed. This is one in a series of sexual adventures of people I know. It did not happen to me, although I wish it had. My avocation is to get people to tell me true sexual escapades then convert them into these stories. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome at marklemagne@canada.com. You can save a copy of this for your off-line enjoyment and repost it, as long as you give me credit and don't charge people to read it. --- Sarah was a hot young thing. She was one of those girls who wasn't holy-cow gorgeous the first time you looked at her, but instead she had a beauty that emerged slowly the more you saw her. At first, you wouldn't think much of her hair, but then you'd find yourself thinking, "wow, that's a really great shade of blondish-red and so soft, too." Well, maybe you wouldn't think that in so many words, but trust me, you'd like her hair. And her eyes. She didn't have those Donna Mills or Bette Davis eyes, but the more you stared into them, the more you would notice those flecks of gold swimming in the most amazing shade of green. Her nose, well, right away you'd say her nose was cute. There wasn't any other way to describe it. It just sat there in the middle of her face and fit and looked cute. It didn't point up, it wasn't too thin, it just was. But by the time you got to her mouth, man, you'd want her. Bow-shaped and just pouty enough to be sexy without being overpowering. She had beautiful teeth and when she smiled, her cheekbones seemed to sit up higher than you thought possible and her eyes seemed to shine. Sarah was skilled in putting the best spin on her appearance. She wore makeup without ever looking like she was wearing it. You didn't know if that glow on her cheeks was natural or something else. And those lips -- I know, I keep coming back to them -- I could never tell when she was wearing lipstick, she put it on so perfectly. She dressed better than most college girls because she took pride in her appearance. There wasn't much chance of her ever jumping out of bed, throwing on a baseball cap and sweats and dashing off to class. Not a chance in hell. Personality-wise, Sarah was well put-together. She had moved around a lot as a kid, so she knew how to make friends. She loved to flirt, but she never led you on. Any blue-balling involving Sarah was done by the guys to themselves. Her personality was lively, bright and full of energy. She loved to dance, loved to act and could take a ribbing and dish out more to the other guy. Dirty talk didn't make her blush; she wasn't a prude, but she wasn't promiscuous. Sarah didn't give it away to just anybody. A guy who wanted her had to earn it -- she didn't want to be wined and dined. You earned it by showing yourself to be classy and interesting or else you went home horny. Guys and girls alike came on to Sarah, because she was open-minded. She took this communications class one time and when the class was divided into small groups everybody had to tell something about themselves. Most people told the usual stuff: "I like country music," "I'm a vegetarian," "I love reading romance novels." One chick who had too many piercings, bad skin and a weird haircut surprised everybody by announcing that she was a bisexual. That spooked a lot of people in their group, but not Sarah -- who was most assuredly not bi. She stood up for the poor girl - - remember, this was the late 80s and alternative lifestyles were still outside the norm -- and said what the woman did behind closed doors was nobody else's business. Well, Pierced Grrl got turned on and over the next few class periods found herself fantasizing about very straight Sarah. Getting up her nerve, she offered Sarah a ride from class one day and as they were driving, she made a pass. "So," Pierced Grrl said, trying to sound casual. "Are you afraid being alone with a girl who likes girls?" "Nope," Sarah replied. "I think you're really attractive," PG said. "Maybe we could go out sometime?" "Thanks, that's really nice. I'm flattered," Sarah said, trying to let Pierced Grrl down easy. "But, I'm not into girls." "Darn," Grrl said. "Well, have you ever tried it?" "Nuh-uh," Sarah said. "I really don't want to, either." "Oh, well," Grrl said. "I know you'd be great." "Well, sorry." "Not the least bit curious?" "Not the least." "Do you hate me for asking?" Pierced Grrl asked. "Not at all," Sarah said. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I'm sorry. And I don't mind being asked." "Can I ask again later?" "I don't think that would be a good idea," Sarah said. This is a true story and it would be breaking the rules to go off on how Sarah was seduced and ended up trying lesbian sex, no matter how much I would like to. Sarah's a dyed-in-the-wool hetero, about a 2 on the Kinsey scale. So this story isn't about any girl-on-girl action. In fact, it's about Sarah and Mike, and how Sarah got her first -- and to my knowledge only -- pearl necklace. Mike was a sex machine. He had the libido of a bull and the cock to match. It must have been more than 9 inches long -- remember, this is a true story -- and as wide around as, well, as an italian sausage. It was bigger than average and Mike liked to make sure that people knew he was well-endowed. He was known to step out into the dorm hallway naked and show off his semi-erect unit, saying something like "Hey, guys, look at this. Can you believe it?" He loved to fuck and he knew how to get a woman. He danced and talked and was willing to put in the time that it takes to get a good woman into bed. Mike liked sex a lot, but he didn't like cheap sex. He liked heavy, man-I-can-barely-walk-afterward sex. If you went to bed with Mike, you had better be prepared for an evening of lovemaking. The first time he and Sarah screwed, she was mighty uncomfortable afterward. "Don't worry," Mike told her. "You'll get used to it." "Yeah, right," Sarah thought to herself. "This SOB's gonna stretch me out!" But Mike was a good, patient lover. He loved foreplay, he loved the oral stuff, both giving and receiving and he would even cuddle afterward if it meant he was going to get another chance to play hide the salami. Sarah's first pearl necklace came about after a football Saturday. They both worked on campus and were especially busy on football days. As a result, by the time they got back to Mike's dorm room, the rest of the crowd was gone, most likely partying at the local bars. The first thing Mike did when he got back to his room -- if he was with his girlfriend of the moment -- was get naked. He never wore clothes around the dorm, which explains why he had a single room. This time, he and Sarah came back to the room with a couple of wine coolers and Mike, as usual, got naked. They started kissing and Mike's cock was soon standing at attention. Sarah was lying on her back, Mike was on top of her. He was feeling her just-right breasts through her cashmere sweater and she was getting nice and hot. Not hot in a temperature sense, hot in a sexual way. Mike reached down and started rubbing Sarah's pussy through her khakis, and she spread her legs wide to give him better access. It was warm and soft between her thighs and his fingers were working their magic. He unsnapped her khakis and as he pulled the flaps apart, the zipper surrendered and revealed a really sexy pair of white satin panties. Her bush was just visible beneath the fabric, where it appeared as a shadowy nether region that just begged to be explored. Still kissing the excited girl, Mike pulled off Sarah's pants and slid his hand up her shin, over her knee and touched her thigh. With the back of his fingers rubbing her soft flesh, his fingertips sneaked into the leg opening of the panties. Sarah lifted her legs up and locked her ankles around Mike's lower back. He began to rub his cock against her panty-clad pussy, dry-humping her through the thin material. She brought her arms around and stroked his back, pulling him into her as their tongues wrestled.Still clad in her panties and sweater, Sarah gave in to her feelings. She was a little buzzed from the wine coolers she had drunk and very turned on from the hard cock rubbing her clit. But she thought about that huge cock and how much it had hurt the first time he fucked her and she decided to try something different. She slipped down and started kissing Mike's chest. He was in good shape; Mike was no Adonis, but he kept fit. She took a nipple into her mouth and licked it. For the briefest instant, Pierced Grrl's face popped into her mind as she suckled on Mike's nipple, but the vision was fleeting. She turned her attention to the other nipple and lapped at it, nipping softly, teasingly. Back to the center and then down, Sarah traveled the light path of hair which covered Mike's chest connecting his chest and pubic hair. As she scootched down she was confronted with Mike's hardon, which dripped precum. She wasn't a big fan of semen -- she never swallowed -- but she took the organ into her mouth and sucked firmly. "Uhhh," Mike groaned. "Yeah, that's good." Mike loved a good blow-job, and he let the feeling of Sarah's warm, wet mouth roll over him. Sarah knew how to give head, and even if she wouldn't let a guy come in her mouth, most of the guys she went down on -- and there weren't that many -- loved her technique. Licking, sucking and stroking all combined to send shivers down Mike's spine. He looked down at the girl beneath him and slowly fucked her mouth as she reached up and ran her fingers over his muscular chest. His sack was brushing against the cashmere sweater and that felt really good to Mike. He got an idea. Mike pulled out of Sarah's mouth and sat back a bit, spreading his legs apart so his cock was resting between her firm breasts. She wasn't a large girl, she wore an A-cup, but what she had sat up nice and high. Mike reached down, cupped his hands over her breasts and pushed them up and together over his cock. He began to move back and forth between her breasts as Sarah's hands came up to rest on his own. "There's not much there," she said with a smile, excited by this unusual turn of events. No one had ever tried this before. "But it feels really good, hon," Mike said. He took his hands off her breasts, leaving her to push them together, and reached for the headboard of the bed to steady himself. Sarah held her breasts together and with her fingertips rubbed the top of Mike's cock. She looked up at him, but he was lost in the sensations he was feeling. Back and forth between her tits, Mike pumped his cock toward orgasm. Then he slowed down a bit and sat back again. He reached down and unbuttoned the soft cloth buttons of the sweater and pulled it apart to reveal a sexy, white lacy bra. The fabric felt really good on his cock, but he wanted to feel the softness of her skin, so he unfastened the front clip. The flimsy cloth fell aside and Sarah's coral tips were revealed. Her nipples were hard and her chest was flushed with desire. The milky white skin was incredibly soft to the touch and Mike pushed the bra out of the way. He took Sarah's hands and returned them to her breasts. She pushed the soft mounds together again and he resumed fucking her tits. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock, leaving little shiny strings on the sides of Sarah's breasts. Mike was sweating now, and so was she, but the sweat only served as a lubricant for this unusual excursion. The moistness helped Mike increase his speed and soon he was moving back and forth like he was fucking a pussy. It felt really good and he had never done this kind of thing before. For her part, Sarah was really turned on, watching Mike get off this way. Lying there in her panties and and with her sweater and bra open like that was exciting and dirty and fun. She had always bemoaned her lack of breast size and never thought something like this was possible for her, but it was! Mike was pumping away and Sarah could see that he was going to come soon. The head of his cock was engorged now and precum flowed out from the tip. She urged him on with quiet words of encouragement. "That's it, baby," she said. "You got it now." "Uh-huh," was about all Mike could say, since he was really close now. God, it felt good. He was going to blow his load all over her and it was going to be big. "Here it comes," he said, breathlessly. Sarah turned her face up and away and hoped that he wasn't going to shoot it up her nose or something. "Don't get it in my hair, ok?" she said. "Uhhh!" Mike replied, not really hearing. Then, with a grunt, he shot his load. The first burst hit her under her chin and flowed along her jawline up to her ear. The next load pooled in the little depression in the middle of her collarbone. The third dropped between her breasts and was quickly followed by a last little glob of white thick fluid which dripped onto her right breast and ran down into the valley between them. Mike slid back, wiping the cum from his dick softly on Sarah's breasts. "Hey!" she said, giggling. "How about a towel or something." "What? Oh, yeah, sure." Mike went into the bathroom and returned with a warm, wet washcloth. He gently wiped the sperm from the side of Sarah's face and got the pool that had accumulated between her breasts. The warm water felt nice on her chest and she purred like a kitten. "mmm, that was nice," she said. "You think?" Mike asked. "I never thought I'd do something like that," she replied. "Me neither," he said. "Now there's only one more thing that I want to try someday..." Mike looked hopefully at Sarah. "Oh? What?" she asked, raising up to snap her bra and button her shirt. "I really want to try anal sex," he said. "Ab-so-lute-ly not!" Sarah said. "Not with that thing!" "Being huge ain't all it's cracked up to be," Mike said ruefully.