Cum in my pants (jizzing)

I never wanted to be a virgin in college. I didn’t want to be nineteen with only one awkward kiss under my belt, and nothing more. All my friends had already had sex, more than once, with lots of girls. 

I made a vow to lose my virginity by the end of the spring semester. If it didn’t happen then, I felt like it may never happen. So when my buddy, Alex, asked me if I wanted to go up to the street to a frat party happening one Saturday night, I jumped at the chance.

“If there’s girls there, I’m there,” I said, pulling out my nicest outfit from the dorm room closet.

“Man, you gotta stop with the virginity thing,” said Alex. “It’ll happen when it happens.”

I scoffed at him. “Easy for you to say. You’ve been fucking Leila every night for the last three months.”

We took off up the street to the party, to find the house packed with people. A huge group gathered on the porch, laughing and shouting, their hands filled with red party cups.

“Tyler!” cried Dustin, one of the frat guys, as he saw me. “What’s up, man? Glad you guys could make it. Drinks are inside, and Alana,” he said, lowering his voice and giving me a nudge in my side. “She fucking wants you, man.”

I immediately knew who he was talking about. I made my way through the house, pushing past the swarms of people, to see Alana pouring herself a drink in the kitchen. She was dressed in a cute denim skirt and black tank top, brushing her blonde bob behind her ears. She spotted me, and I blushed. 

“Tyler!” she cried, her face lighting up. She hurried over to me. “Yay! You’re here.”

I smiled at her. Was this hot girl seriously excited to see me? 

“Do you want to grab a drink and go somewhere quieter?” she asked, making my eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling.

“Uh, sure.”

We headed upstairs to a room that contained only a squashed loveseat and a TV balanced on a couple of milkcrates. An old N64 sat in the middle of the floor. I had a feeling we weren’t going to be playing video games, though. . . 

Alana tugged me to the couch, putting our cups on the floor. Before I could even say a word, she leaned over me and began to kiss me. It was slow at first, but our tongues quickly shot into each other’s mouths. 

I let her hands roam all over me, and it took me a few dumb seconds before I realized I should do the same. I started by rubbing my hands up her arms, across her collarbone, and then to her breasts. I squeezed them through the thin material of her tank top. It made her moan through her kiss, and my cock became rock hard. 

“Tyler,” she sighed, moving her mouth off of mine so that she was kissing the side of my neck now. 

Her lips felt intensely erotic against my skin, her teeth leaving gentle bites across my neck and throat. I hoped I wouldn’t have hickies the next day. Or maybe I did. I closed my eyes and let her do her thing. She got into my lap, and I instinctively moved my hands to her ass, reaching up under her skirt. 

Suddenly, before I could stop it, I could feel it happening. My boxers filled with a stream of hot, thick cum shooting out from my cock. My mouth opened and closed as I shuddered, and I was horrified. Alana immediately knew what was happening. 

“Are you. . . oh my god!” she cried, looking stunned as she got off my lap. “Holy shit.”

To my humiliation, she looked at the darkening crotch of my jeans and began to laugh, covering her mouth with her hands. It only took me a second to jump off the couch, run downstairs, and head back in the direction of my dorm.

To my amazement, Alana invited me to her dorm the following weekend. I was hopeful we could leave the mortifying cum-in-pants thing behind us. 

“I was thinking we could spoon and watch a movie,” she said innocently. She gave me a sweet kiss.

I began to relax as we crawled under the blanket in her bed, watching some comedy movie. But my anxiety hit its peak when Alana started grinding her ass up against my crotch. I had been practicing for this, not wanting a repeat of last time, but it was still so hard. She was in a tiny, tight-fitting pair of cheer shorts, with her ass basically hanging out of them.

“Maybe we can try again,” she said, turning over to face me.

“Yes, I would love that.” I pulled her mouth onto mine and reached down to help pull her t-shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she moved forward a little bit so I could take each of her breasts into my mouth. My tongue tugged at her nipples, which seemed to drive her crazy. I couldn’t believe I had never done this before. Hearing her noises was incredibly sexy, and I loved feeling her nipples hardening between my lips.

“Have you eaten pussy before?” she asked breathlessly, reaching down to slide her shorts off so that she was now completely naked. 

My cock pressed up against my boxers, the hard shaft straining against the material. I wanted her so badly. I had been fantasizing about this for so long, about what Alana would look like naked, about what it would feel like to explore her entire body.

“No,” I said. “But I would love to eat yours.”

She kicked the blanket off of us completely now and got on top of me. I ran my hands along the soft curves of her hips, completely in awe of her beauty. She smirked at me, seeming satisfied with my physical reaction to her.

Then she was on top of my face, lowering her pussy down onto my mouth. I breathed her in, relishing in the distinct salty smell, as I ran my tongue across her. I wasn’t sure what to do at first or what would feel good for Alana, but I didn’t have to worry about it too long. She began to grind against me, as though using my mouth for her pleasure. 

“Mmmm, yes,” she sighed contentedly. “Just like that.”

I wasn’t sure how it happened. It had been going so well. I was showing restraint. Until I wasn’t. Before I could stop it, I was jizzing in my pants once again. My cock had a mind of its own, I guess. It was all too sexy: looking up and seeing Alana’s contorted face of bliss, her breasts swaying as she moved, and the taste of her pussy against my mouth. 

I decided not to let her know, though. She didn’t seem to realize what had happened. Maybe if I could just sneakily take off my pants and boxers before we began having sex, she wouldn’t see that they were filled with cum. 

My plan was quickly shattered though, when Alana reached back behind her to run her hands over my sweatpants.

“Did you cum already?!” she shrieked, moving off of my face and rolling next to me on the bed. I couldn’t tell what her expression was giving off. 

My face flamed red. “I mean, you’re just so fucking hot.” I groaned. “I’m sorry.”

She sighed, biting her lower lip. “You know, I think. . . I think it’s actually kind of hot. . .”

I certainly wasn’t expecting her to say that and definitely wasn’t expecting her to invite me back the following night.

She was already in bed when I got there, and she pulled back the blanket to pat the spot next to her. She was completely naked.

“I want you to get between my legs and finger me while you lick my clit,” she commanded, and I was happy to oblige. 

I laid on my belly and pulled her smooth, silky thighs apart as I began to do as she asked. Her pussy was sticky and warm. I slid one finger inside, and then another at her request.

“Move them back and forth,” she said gently. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I pushed them in a little deeper while my tongue glided across her clit. I made little adjustments until Alana’s breathing began to get more ragged, telling me she was enjoying herself. Her hips moved steadily up and down, as though trying to get more. 

When she reached down to hold my head in one place, I knew what was about to happen. Alana started to groan louder and louder, her voice tapering off into a whimper. Her orgasm made her pussy contract around my two fingers, and as her back arched off the bed at the height of her pleasure, my cock flooded my boxers with that familiar, hot sensation once again. . .