Previous Part: Hot Junior College Girl Amrita – Part 1
Hi guys, I am back to continue the 2nd part of the story. Please read the first part if you haven’t. Enjoy the story.
My hot junior girl at college called me on my phone and said –
Amrita: Vish, I felt like a college slut that day.
Me: Yeah, you were.
Amrita: This isn’t me, Vish. I don’t know what happened that day.
Me: You don’t have to live in denial, Amrita. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?
Amrita: Yes, I did..
Me: Actually, I am going to ask you for something extra this time.
Amrita: I am scared, what are you going to ask?
Me: I was with Aman a few days ago. (Aman is a senior in our college and my friend as well.) I told him about our sexual incident.
Amrita: Why did you tell him that? He must think that I am a slut now. Vish, why?
Me: No, actually he doesn’t.
Amrita: How could you possibly know what he thinks of me?
Me: I know because he told me.
Amrita: What did he tell?
Me: He likes you. He said he got hard while hearing about the incident.
Amrita: What are you even talking about?
Me: Yes, that’s what he said.
Amrita: This is embarrassing Vish, please tell me this is a joke.
Me: No, it isn’t.
Amrita: Was it that good?
Me: Oh you have no idea. It makes me hard whenever I think of that day.
Amrita: Are you hard right now?
Me: Yes I am.
Amrita: It feels hot to know that I have that influence on you guys.
Me: So, you want to hear my condition now?
Amrita: Tell me, what condition?
Me: Aman wants to meet you at the college parking tomorrow.
Me: Parking area tomorrow, after the class gets over at 1:30.
Amrita: Unbelievable! You should be ashamed.
The next day, the sexy junior girl wore a yellow crop top and black torn jeans to college. She looked like a bomb. The lime-yellow color looked amazing on her.
Now readers, further narration of this story will be done by Amrita herself:
From the morning, only one thing was going on in my mind. What does Aman think of me? And what will he do when I meet him? Does he want to fuck me? But he can’t do that in a parking area so I don’t think he will. I was afraid and nervous. But somehow curious as well.
I wanted to know what is on his mind as soon as possible. Even in the classroom, I couldn’t pay attention. The fear and anticipation were killing me. The teacher who was teaching in that class was also young. I had nothing as such in my mind before that day.
Then I caught myself looking at his crotch. I realized it was weird and snapped out of the dream.
The class got over and the time had come. I didn’t talk to anybody because I was shaking and stuttering due to anxiety. I wanted to get this over with.
I reached the parking and couldn’t find the senior Aman. I got a message from Vish saying, “Black Ford Figo” along with the number of the car. I knew it was Aman’s car. Then I looked for it for a while and finally found it.
For a moment, I forgot what I was there for. Then I found the car. I walked up to the car. There was Aman in the driver seat. Then he asked me to get in and I obeyed. Then I sat in the car.
Aman said: Hi.
Then I replied: Hello.
Aman: You look good.
Me: Thanks.
Aman: Your class took a while to get over.
Me: Yeah. (I was giving a one-word answer because I was nervous.)
Then he asked: Are you dating someone?
Me: Why do you care?
Aman: No, just asking.
Me: No, I am not.
Aman: Thank God.
Me: What? What for?
Aman: It wouldn’t be ethical if you were dating someone, right?
Me: What would be?
Aman: You know, blowing two guys in the canteen.
Me: Look, I was powerless. I didn’t have a choice.
Aman: Oh you had all the power and you decide to do something with it and my gosh, you are good.
Me: How can you even tell if I am good?
As soon as I said it, I realized I should not have said that.
Then he said: You better show it to me then.
I wasn’t shocked. Actually, I was, but not by what he said. I was shocked at the audacity to just ask for a blowjob from someone he talked with for the first time just now. And I denied it immediately.
But he kept trying to convince me. I wasn’t listening, it was all noise for me. I was contemplating what it had come to. Now I was quiet for a while. Then I said –
Me: Don’t cum in my mouth.
It took him a second to realize what I said. His face lighted up a thousand times brighter. Then all he said was –
Aman: Okay.
And the senior guy began unzipping. The time went by slowly as I looked at his crotch, waiting for the dick to come out. Then I bent over, closed my eyes and took the tip in my mouth. I hated the way it tasted. Then I began licking it, avoiding the taste. Actually, ignoring it.
I wanted him to finish soon. It was growing, pulsating inside my mouth. Then I lost track of time. I kept sucking the cunning college senior’s cock in the car. My eyes were still closed. Then I felt my head being pushed, his cock was in my mouth, all of it. I didn’t mind that.
I licked his dick with my tongue while it was halfway in my mouth. Suddenly, I felt the dick pulsating harder and I didn’t get enough time to realize. I couldn’t move as my head was being pressed.
Then HE CAME IN MY MOUTH. Motherfucker! He kept my head there till he finished. The sperm spilt back on his dick from my mouth. I felt disgusted. Then I just ran out of the car and rushed to the washroom.
All my kajal was flowing down as I saw myself in the mirror of the washroom. My mouth was covered with the senior’s cum. I saw myself again in the mirror. I was about to wash my face but I didn’t want to wash my mouth.
I took a tissue and wiped my eyes and cheeks. I didn’t touch my mouth at all. I looked at my mouth and touched it with my finger. It had dried out a little but was still sticky.
Then I wiped it with my fingers and licked my finger. I realized what a mess I had become. A sudden shiver went down my spine. I was in a really weird mood. Then I looked for an empty classroom to sit all by myself.
I found room 409, closed all curtains and sat at the corner seat quietly. Then I rested my head on the desk and then the whole thing began playing in my head. The moment I closed my eyes, I felt the tip of his dick in my mouth. This feeling was similar to the other day when I was alone in the canteen after the boys left.
I was recalling it all, sucking Himanshu’s dick, Arjun’s, and now Aman’s. Vish just took care of me that day. He didn’t want an orgasm. Then he ate me out and fucked me good. I felt butterflies in my stomach while recalling all of this!
Then I came back to my senses and I immediately checked my pants. Fuck! I WAS WET. But why? I touched my clit, it felt good. Then I began rubbing myself. I was slowly realizing how wet I was. I pushed my finger in my pussy. Holy shit! I was fingering myself in an empty college classroom.
I was keeping an eye on the door which I couldn’t properly keep open, but I was trying. Then I began going faster. My jeans were causing trouble. I pulled it down to right above my knees, slid my panty there as well. I put my head down on the table and began fingering faster.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Vish. I picked up the phone but didn’t say anything. I was suppressing my moans.
Vish on the call: Hey! How did it go?
Then I slowed down a bit and said –
Me: Yeah, it was okay.
Vish: Okay? What do you mean?
Me: Fuck, yes! (moaning)
Vish: Hello?
Me: He fucked my mouth is how it went.
Vish: That motherfucker!
Me: Oh, shut up! Don’t pretend. As if you didn’t know that was going to happen.
Vish: I am sorry, love.
Me: Don’t be sorry. You just like it. Making me suck random people’s dicks.
Vish: Don’t you?
Me: I am a slut, Vish. I am messed up.
Vish: I wanted to fuck you the day I saw you.
Me: Yeah? Wanted to fuck my mouth? Just like everyone else did?
Vish: I want to please you.
Me: Come here then.
Vish: Where?
Me: Room no. 409.
Vish: Be right there.
Then he came in 3 minutes which felt like 30. I pulled out my top the moment I saw Vish enter the door. I pressed my boobs and bit my lip as he walked down the room. Then he stood behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. He slid his hand down to my boobs, under my bra and pulled my boos out of my bra, while it was still on.
I was touching myself meanwhile. I closed my eyes and sat in pleasure. He bent forward and kissed me. It was an amazing feeling. Then I took my wet hand from my pussy, grabbed his right hand and placed it right where my hand was before.
He immediately started moving his fingers on my pussy. I moaned when his finger entered my pussy slowly and he began fingering me. I was moaning and I opened my eyes to look at his hand touching me down there.
Then I moved my eyes towards the door. It was locked. I could imagine how it would be if somebody just entered through that door. It was fearful, yet exciting. Then he inserted two fingers at once. Oh, it felt so good!
He took my hand and put it behind me. The next thing I felt was his dick in my hand. I began rubbing it even though it was extremely difficult for me to move my hand in that position. Then I asked him to come beside me. But he just sat beside me on a chair holding my hand.
Then he placed my hand on his erect dick. I began stroking it and immediately bent down to suck it. It was almost like déjà vu. But the only thing different was that I didn’t hate it this time. I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his dick and clenched it hard.
I didn’t plan to do it exactly like that and just did it on instinct. Maybe I wanted to please him, maybe it was pleasurable for me. Then I pushed his half of dick in my mouth. I moaned on his dick when it touched the entry of my throat.
Something had happened to me. I was really horny. Then I took the dick out and said –
Me: Please FUCK me!
To which he replied: I won’t.
I was surprised and confused. Then I looked at his face with desperation. He had a wicked smile on his face. Then the door opened and I was scared. I hid under the table. I didn’t even care to see who it was. Now I could hear footsteps coming closer. Vish was looking at the person with a smile.
Oh my God..he didn’t…
To be continued in the next part.
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