How Tasha from the College Gym Ruined Condoms for Me [MF]

I sat back on my couch the other day and saw that I had a text out of the blue from an old college hookup, Tasha.

It read: "I was just thinking, you have a glorious penis," and immediately I was hard as a rock.

*

I met Tasha in the college gym about ten years ago, helping her up after she accidentally triggered the emergency stop on her treadmill at the gym, lurched forward, and fell over. Fortunately, only her ego was harmed, and she seemed grateful for the hand.

"I'm Tasha," she said, "And I promise this never happens."

"I'm Marc," I said, then grinned and took a calculated risk, "And I don't know… it seems like a good way to meet a guy."

She laughed, I was in, and we both proceeded to cut our running short and grab smoothies at the cafe next door.

Tasha was… fit. At 6'2", she was nearly as tall as I was, and she boasted a tight ass and some perky, probably B-cups. You could tell this was a woman who took fitness seriously, and found out later that she was actually on the school's D1 Volleyball team.

As we waited in line, we flirted and chatted about our lives. We were both juniors, both from New England, and both busy, driven people. While she enjoyed Volleyball and wanted to keep playing for as long as she could, her real interest was in economics and law, and wanted to go to law school (she later did).

We sat down at the cafe and spoke for an hour and a half, just chatting, when I mentioned that I lucked out and lived alone on-campus in the university's newest, apartment-style dorm (my suite-mate dropped out following a series of grand-theft charges, but that's a story for another sub).

It was then I heard some magic words. "Can I get a tour?"

I smiled, stood, led her across campus to my building, all the while trying to hide the growing erection in my shorts.

Immediately, she shut the door of my dorm bedroom, assertively pushed me back so I was sitting on my extra long twin bed, and started kissing down my neck. Next thing I know, my shirt was on the ground. Then her shirt. Then my shorts and boxers. And then, by the grace of god, we were standing there naked.

Her eyes were wide as she evaluated my cock.

"Wow," was all she said, and started sucking it. Notoriously, I am fairly hard to blow, but I appreciated a spirited effort. After a few minutes, I switched positions with her, so she was stationed at the edge of the bed. I then got on my knees, feeling her smooth, toned body, perky, pretty tits, and finally, a tight innie pussy, and started going down on her.

The primary memories from eating her out that first time were:

I had done a good job and she came quickly.

Her legs were squeezing my head so hard I almost thought I was in a human-sized nutcracker. Damn, that girl worked out.

By the time I was done with her, she was sopping wet and shaking a little on my bed. She grabbed my hair, pulled me up, and kissed me, the taste of her pussy still on my mouth.

At that point, we moved back a bit and I lay on top of her, my straining cock resting on top of her mound.

"Let me get a condom," I said, planning on fishing one out of my nightstand drawer, but stopped when she locked her legs around me.

"What if you… didn't? I have an IUD."

"I haven't… actually done it without one before. Is that really ok?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'd be your first unprotected sex? It is more than okay. I get to ruin condoms for you."

I grinned with the reckless joy that can only be felt by a 20 year old, when, disregarding the advice of his parents, of health class, of every PSA he has ever seen, is told that they can hit it raw for the first time.

I lined up my cock, and started easing it in her wet pussy.

"Careful… I'm sure you know that you are huge," she whispered, putting her hand on the back of my head and pulling me close to her as I slid inside her. (Dear reader, you can see it on my profile).

I knew from feeling her tight, wet pussy, going fast, at least at first, wasn't much of an option. Not only was the feeling of bare pussy absolutely sublime, I could feel how tight she really was, despite her wetness, and knew I'd have to be gentle to start.

After a minute of easing myself, I finally bottomed out at the hilt of my cock: a perfect fit (pro tip: tall girls can take more). I lay there for a moment, looking at her beautiful face and body, smiled and whispered, "Are you ok?"

She smiled, overwhelmed but overjoyed, and said again.

"Wow."

I laughed a little and began slowly moving in and out of her. She came within 30 seconds of me beginning a fairly gentle thrust, a fact that, at the time, I felt was so unbelievable that I stopped and told her that she didn't need to fake it.

Her eyes went wide, and she said, "No… if I were faking it, I would have drawn it out longer. It's just doing everything I need. Please keep going."

Dear reader, she came another three times on my dick that afternoon. After a while, I found that she really liked it when my pubic bone pressed up against her clit, and based on our position, it was just hitting all the right spots.

Gradually, I upped the speed, enjoying the wet slapping sound and reveling in the fact that sex without a condom was orders of magnitude better than with one.

As she crested with her third orgasm, I could feel myself losing control.

"I'm going to cum… are you sure you don't want me to pull out," I moan.

"Don't you dare Marc. Give me your cum. It's mine. Cum for me!"

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I could feel my balls tighten and my cock pulse, filling her. She finally unhooked her legs, and I fell next to her.

We both napped for an hour, finally getting up to go to our respective classes.

Tasha and I casually hooked up throughout the remainder of college. We kept it light and breezy, but looking back, one of my regrets is that I didn't pursue something more serious with her. She was a delight: smart and athletic, kind and generous, and I didn't need to get a step stool for her to kiss me.

After college, I stayed close to the major city where we both went to school, and she moved abroad for a few years… and we fell out of touch other than the occasional "happy birthday" or "holy cow, they got married/divorced?!" text.

*

Which is why, when I looked down at my phone again, now in the modern day, and read "you have a glorious penis," I could only reply:

"Please, tell me you are in town."

"Bingo. I just moved back. Where can I find you?"

I smiled.