Tom Wickens was a second-year student at Abbottsford University, and he shared a house with five others, his best friend Harry Brown, his cousin Sian McKeown, her best friend Helen Reynolds, and two old school friends Christian Harrison and Sasha Webster.
Tom had fancied Sasha the moment he saw her, aged 11,
and over the years he had asked her out a number of times but he always drew a
blank, but she always let him down gently, so he always held out hope that
things might change but all through college he got the vibe from her that he
would be wasting his time, so he didn’t even try, but it didn’t stop him
wanting her, so he thought maybe things would change at University, and he was
right, but not for the better, she turned into a bitch, and she started referring
to him as “Little Tommy” owing the fact that he had stopped growing at 5ft 6,
and she was 5ft 11.
She also turned into a slut, and not a fussy one, and
was known to everyone as “one time Sasha”, she was always returning home with
the crotch of jeggings soaked with her cunt juice and some strange guy’s spunk.
But he had as little to do with her as possible and he
had his eye set on a different housemate all together, Sian McKeown, but
because of her shyness she was a work in progress.
However, during Rag Week Sasha came up with a
hare-brained scheme to break into the Chancellors Office and prank him.
Tom and Sian were the only two who weren’t keen on the
idea but as they were all drunk at the time good sense and logic went out of
the window.
On the night of the prank Sian and Christian were both
ill so the other four went alone and they got in no problem, cling filmed his
toilet, bubble wrapped his desk and chair, and other similar juvenile nonsense,
but on the way out they were spotted by a security guard. Harry and Helen went
one way and Tom and Sasha went the other, but the guard followed them, so once
out of sight around a corner they ducked into a cupboard.
It wasn’t a roomy cupboard, and it was full of
cleaning materials and overalls and because Sasha was busty, hippy and leggy,
so he was breathing down her cleavage as they faced each other.
“Trust my luck to get stuck in a cupboard with little
Tommy” she snapped and turned her back on him.
“Stop complaining Sasha, it’s your own fault, you’re
the one who came up with this stupid idea, and if you hadn’t chosen it, we
wouldn’t be in here” he responded.
“Oh, it's all very well-being wise after the event”
she retorted “ and what the hell is that pressing against my kidneys?”
The excitement of their discovery and subsequent chase
combined with being in such close proximity to a body he once coveted had left
him severely aroused.
“What do you think it is you stupid tart?” he
retorted.
“Well, it feels hard, but there's a lot of it, so I’m
sorry but it can't be a cock”.
“Really what else would I keep down my trousers” he
snapped angrily and thrust it forward.
“That is never your cock, little Tommy couldn't
possibly have a Cock that size” she sneered.
“Really? then just stop talking about it, pretend it's
not there, and wait for the security guard to be gone and we can go our
separate ways” he said.
“How can we not talk about it? it's like another
person in here with us, are you sure it’s your cock?” She asked and then
reached behind her and started stroking it in his jeans.
“Oh my God how big is your cock?” she exclaimed.
“Right then let’s find out”.
Sasha began to unzip him but she couldn't turn around
because he was pushing her forward so there was no room, but she couldn't get
his cock out from her position.
“Oh, for God's sake help me” she barked “I just wanna
stroke it”.
He knew it would go beyond a stroke but undid his
flies to loosen the beast’s confinement and pulled his jeans and pants down so
she could extricate the prize.
“Oh wow, oh wow, what a piece of meat”
she said as she stroked its full length and tugged his
skin back.
“Oh my God that's the biggest Cock I’ve ever touched”
she exclaimed and chuckled “So not so “little Tommy” after all”.
“I'm gonna have to remind myself to call you Big Tom
from now on”.
He knew she was goading him into fucking her, and
furthermore he knew it was going to work.
“Mind you it's all very well having a big dick I
suppose, if you know what to do with it, otherwise it’s just a big cock”?
That did it he yanked down her jeggings and knickers,
pulled her hips back towards him, pushed her face against the wall and easily
eased into her well used cunt.
He wasn’t fucking her for pleasure, but his weapon had
been drawn and like a samurai once drawn, the sword had to be used but he
wasn’t interested in doing her with any finesse, so he just began pounding her
pussy, pounding and pounding and she was grunting and grunting.
He was banging her so hard that with each thrust her
feet left the floor as he put it the deep inside her cunt.
“I love your cock, I love your cock, I love your cock”
she murmured but her vocalizations after that was incomplete or
incomprehensible as she was lost in ecstasy and then she came three times in
quick succession and she had no words left, but he didn’t stop banging her box,
he just wanted to keep going until he emptied his sack, and when he spaffed his
load, he immediately withdrew from her cunny and she slumped to the floor in a
slutty heap.
“OK …. then…. so …. you do know …. what to do with it”
she panted
“When can we do it again?”
But Tom didn't answer he just put his tool away and
left her in the cupboard.
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