“Nu uh!! Give me those and put that thing away! I’ve gotta get to class. Just because I let you inside me doesn’t mean it’s going to be a regular thing.”
She hikes up the tight pink panties. I do the same and relish the feel of her satin sliding up my legs and by the time I have the warm damp things pulled up I’m having to tuck my swelling self in. My pants poke out in front.
“Perv!” She kisses me and rushes out.
I have art history class next. I hope it’s dark. I carry a book in front of me.
Chelsea is in my class. I sit in the desk next to her. My dick will not go down and I can smell Christine’s pussy perfume wafting up from my lap. I’m imagining everybody else can too.
“Hi Kevin. Sucked anything good lately?” Her cool blue eyes flash.
“no… but I’m wearing… something…” and indicate my crotchal area. I feel like bragging to her for some reason. She teases me and so I’ll tease her back.
The lights go out for the slide show of great works of art and, oh look, it’s Heather substituting for the professor. She’s a teaching assistant. Now I’m never going to calm my cock down.
“Let’s share books.” Chelsea scoots her desk chair over to me and her hand goes to my pants. Her long hair brushes my arm as she leans in.
“Woooh! It’s like an obelisk.” She slowly undoes my zipper and feels my raging hard on pressing through the satin. She smells her fingertips.
“Oh. Second hand panties I see. Someone I know?” she whispers.
I don’t say anything but concentrate on her fingers which are sliding up and down my panty clad shaft. Chelsea is stroking with her fingers up from the base and focusing the sizzling shocks towards me cock head. Heather’s voice sounds nice as she reads off the notes for each slide but I can’t really differentiate words. Something about the Etruscan Empire.
“This feels very… substantial” whispers Chelsea in my ear. Her low breathy voice piles on top of my physical arousal. “I think I might need to practice on it sometime.” My body tightens up ‘With my mouth” she exhales a long warm breath in my ear, all the skin over my entire body tingles and I cum. I have to hold my breath and squeeze the desk to not make any noise as I add my boy cum to the girl cum already in my panties. Chelsea watches my silent convulsions with much amusement. I sit still and listen to Heather lecture as the jizz in my panties gets colder and thinner.
. . . . . .
Lunch table. Somebody, and not one of the “IN” sisters, is talking about sex and then I hear my name;
“Kevin, you’ve given a woman an orgasm haven’t you?”
This is from one of the square sisters and she assumes that because I’m effeminate and a pet of the Sorority that I’m sexually non threatening and probably inexperienced with girls. So it’s a bit of a tease I guess.
She’s sitting next to Kelly and I look over, straight faced and say:
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean… Amy.”
Kelly shoots back right away, “You know what orgasms are! don’t be cute.” and then, not quite softly enough that only I would hear “you have them in my mouth.”
. . . . . . .
I’m in a seminar class with Shannon and we’re sitting across the table from each other. She can just barely reach me with her feet to get my attention. It’s the type of class where a couple of the students and the professor seem to do all the talking and the rest of us just sit there in stupefied silence. Shannon lets me know that she is putting her hand up under her skirt. I think about my cock filling up her asshole and the things she’s done to me with those red lips and I become… engorged. She is very subtle about placing her hand underneath the table, staring fixedly at me and licking her lips. Then her hand reappears and she shows me a wet finger. Making sure everyone is preoccupied, she raises the hand to the side of her face, lingers as she looks thoughtfully at her open book and then the finger drags across her bottom lip and enters her mouth.
Class ends and I have to remain seated for a few more minutes to get myself together. She’s waiting in the hallway. There’s not many people around.
“That was kinda hot” I say with a sheepish smile. She looks dead serious, almost angry as she steps towards me and hisses,
“You need to fuck me right now. Do you understand me!”
“Oh…”
“I am not kidding around! I am about to go insane!” She’s yelling at me but in a really soft voice. “You need to get that cock in me and get me off! NOW!” She swats at my ass and then stands looking impatient.
“Um, is your room closer or mine? Or the house?”
“NOT my room.”
“Ya, but I don’t think we can count on my room to be empty, it’s a thursday and…”
“I don’t think I can make it to the Pi house and I don’t want to deal with shit if there’s somebody there. Let’s find somewhere here.”
I follow her around as she checks doors and hallways. There’s lots of nooks and crannies in these old buildings. She is wearing a white cardigan and a blue pleated skirt and white knee socks. She looks like a college girl from the 50’s. I bet she had her hair in curlers this morning before class. Her barrettes have ribbons.
“Here! Now!” She pulls me into a storage room with a small window that sheds a little light. She pushes a chair against the door.
“Get your cock out!”
I comply as my member is rapidly stiffening, helped immensely by seeing her reach under her skirt and pull her panties down to her knees They look moist. She faces away from where I’m standing and thrusts her fingers immediately into her snatch.
“Come on, fast! Get it wet.”
I took her to mean my cock and her anus both which I slickened up nicely with the prodigious amount of vaginal juice I found between her legs when I reached under with my hand. With a finger in her rectum I steered her toward a bookshelf which she reached out and braced against, bent her back and flexed her ass upward. I flipped her skirt up onto the shelf of her upturned buttocks and smeared some more circles around the target. My hard tip was in position and we angled together perfectly. Her hand was busy on the front of her snatch when she growled;
“In! In! Fuck me!”
I plunged into her rectum and it allowed me all the way to the hilt where I held fast, clenching my muscles to let her feel the pulsing and expand her canal.
“Do it hard and fast! I have to come! Oh Jesus I have to come!”
I started pumping and looked down at her sphincter letting me in and then clinging to me on the way out. She held her volume under control but kept muttering the same raunchy encouragement.
“Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, Jesus fucking christ give it to me. fuck Me””
Her hand slapped against the bookshelf and her anus constricted like a vise.
“Errrrrggghhhhaaaaaaad! FUCK!” she gasped, more like a roar of demonic possession. Her body locked rigid.
I started cumming in the heat of her anus but I couldn’t move in or out. She had me clamped fast. I was unable to release my flood. I made pained noises and she took the Lord’s name in vain a few more times and then released her sphincter grip on my shaft and I felt the semen finally allowed to flow out into her body. I whimpered and shuddered but soon I felt her muscles pushing my wilting cock out and she was pulling away from me.
“Fucking heaven!” She said and pulled up her panties, keeping my cream filling in her bung hole. She turned to me, where I stood shocked and diminishing, my legs still quaking. She glared at me like I was in trouble. I gulped. She suddenly dropped to a crouch and enveloped my half turgid cock in her mouth and sucked hard for three or four strokes and then was again standing and very close to my face.
“That was fucking hot. Thank you.” She stated, breathing heavy and then kissed me with those still red but quite defiled southern lips. “I think I love you. I’ve gotta get out of here.”
There was no denying the taste of ass in her kiss. I felt OK about that. She was out the door before I could pull my pants up. I had to sit down for several minutes.
. . . . . . .
Alexa is an upper classman who I had never noticed before. Quiet, bookish, looks like a librarian. Like she should speak with a British accent. Or Russian! Very long light brown, slightly wavy hair. Conservative dress. Deliberate speaking. She tells me matter of factly that she would appreciate an appointment with me in her dorm room. I’m to arrive very clean and crisply dressed. This is extremely intriguing!
To my great delight, Alexa turns out to be a closet dominatrix. She wears complicated undergarments. Sh wants to experiment on me. She has always wanted to act out the ideas in her head but hasn’t had a willing participant yet. I tell her that I am extremely willing. I come to realize that she has bigger tits that you can judge from her outward appearance. She has delicate lips that are a pink that seem young for her age. Which is what? I think she’s a junior. Blue eyes but dark. Pale skin with no tan lines whatsoever.
first appointment
She answers her door in a long sheer black dressing gown, very elegant and not something you would expect a college girl to be wearing around the dorms.. I’m glad I wore a nice shirt and pressed slacks. And clean underwear. I can see the strapless brassier and short corseted merry widow she’s wearing underneath. Cleavage! Where did those breasts come from? I can’t stop staring. They present beautifully!
She has a private room. How did she manage that I ask.
“I told my Father I needed my own room. He took care of it.” I’m getting the feeling she’s quite rich. Her room is different than any other I’ve been in. I think the furniture is antique. Expensive stuff.
She sits in a chair looking like an old time movie star and tells me to undress.
I sense that this is an audition for a position I very much want to fill. I picture myself as a lithe ballerina dressed in men’s clothes and I try to move as a graceful young woman, removing my trousers and unbuttoning my shirt. She stands and lets the gown fall off of her alabaster shoulders and I am entranced by her bust.
“Although C cup breasts are generally considered above average, the cup size is not the only determinant of the relative size of a woman’s breasts. The size of the bra cup is proportional to a woman’s back size so cup sizes get larger as the band measurement increases in size. For example, a 32C bra cup is nearly identical in size to the cup of a 30D, a 34B or a 36A bra.”
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