She Ruined Condoms, Forever

She Ruined Condoms, Forever

Dear C|Suite

The other day, I relaxed on my couch and noticed an unexpected text from Natasha, someone I had a fling with in college. It read: “I was just thinking about you, and your glorious penis,” and immediately I was hard as a diamond. My ego, even more inflated. 

About ten years ago, I encountered Tasha at the college gym when I assisted her after she accidentally activated the emergency stop on her treadmill, causing her to lurch forward and fall. Thankfully, only her pride was hurt, and she appeared thankful for the help. 

Women, am I right? They can operate the 12-different speeds on their vibrator at home and multi-task between that and rubbing their clit, but can't for the life of them operate a machine at the gym, effectively.

However, this sorta klutzy-slutzy aura turns me on when it comes to women, and it certainly did with Tasha. Like she could stumble and fumble over my cock somehow when we're alone. That ditzy blonde attitude toward life and the situations that could arise makes my balls percolate, and the sacrificial thought of crawling through broken glass even just to shoot it all over her face via an impromptu blow job in the locker room.

Anyways, back to when Natasha and I met by her treadmill at the gym while she had her dumb blond moment with the emergency button.

“I’m Tasha,” she said, “And I promise this never happens.”

“I’m yours,” 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 session short to grab smoothies at the café next door. 

Tasha was… fit. At 5’8”, she was nearly as tall as I was (6' 1"), and she boasted a tight ass and some perky, probably B-cups. You could tell this was a woman who took fitness seriously; she wore tight-ass leggings so you could see her pussy print and a tight top to show her perky tits. I found out later that she was actually on the school’s D1 Volleyball team. This fact a lone made me borderline suicidal if I wasn't going to be able to get inside that sliz of hers.

As we waited in line, we flirted and chatted about our lives. We were both juniors, both from Nebraska, 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 banking and law, and wanted to go to law school (she later did). And no, she isn't a Jew if that's what you were wondering.

We sat down at the café and spoke for an hour and a half, just chatting, and me checking-out her slightly erect nipples through her white tank top. I soon after mentioned to her (casually of course) 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 time). Mind you, he could've used a good Jewish lawyer at the time.

It was then I heard the magic words from her. “Can I get a tour?” 

I smiled, stood, led her across campus to my building, all the while trying to hide the growing erection that went from slow-dance chubby status at the café, to a Iwo Jima flag pole reenactment 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, like a platoon leader searching for a sniper in the jungle 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:

1. I had done a good job and she came quickly.

2. 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 raw dog? It is more than okay. I get to ruin condoms for you!”

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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, when he is told that they can hit it raw for the first time. Tasha was such a creampie candidate too, how could I say "no" and how could I let this chick down.

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.  

I knew from feeling her tight, wet pussy, that 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 pace my penis 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? I mean... I'm probably right at your cervix,” 

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.” 

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. Fill me up. Fill me. Just do it.” 

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. D1 athletes are incredible fucks, by the way.

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

I slapped her D1 NCAA ass and told her to make us some coffee first.

"You have any cream?" She asked as she was walking toward my fridge.

"No, but I can see that you do and it's running down your leg."

She then looked over her shoulder and gave me that look of frustrated lust, "I hate you..."

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. You never forget the girl that ruins condoms for you. I mean, 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.

Once you fuck D1 pussy, you can never go back to normie pussy.

And once you go raw, you can never go back to condoms. It's ruined.

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.

Yours truly horny,

Mr. Ruined