Campus Life Memories – Ute (femdom version)

Author's note

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I just love reverse psychology. Works on most of the people. It also helped me get several gorgeous babes in my bed. Like Nora or Ute. Technically, reverse psychology is a persuasion technique where you suggest the opposite of what you want, hoping the other person will defy your stated preference and do what you desired all along.

Or cause interest in you when you want that pussy.

What I wanted was Nora getting an interest in me, because she had plenty of hot dates, so she didn't really "see me", and one day, as we met in the lobby of our student residence (we all rented rooms there), getting our private mail, we chatted a little bit, I did a bit of flirting, and then I said at the end of our talk, "You are very pretty, but for your ears... Ah no, forget it!" All is fine!" giving her a serious look.

"What about my ears?" She asked.

"No, nothing, my mistake, don't you worry!" I replied.

...She got so interested in me that she was giving me a blowjob on my balcony two nights later...

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Flashback to the beautiful city of San Diego, where I went to college. Lots of American and international students, from all countries. But only three Dutch guys—I was one of them. On campus, you could choose each night from at least three different parties to go to. In the beginning, it was all very exciting, such as meeting Caroline from France, but after a couple of months, it was always the same people. Way more exciting were the off-campus parties!

One day, on a Friday, a pretty woman, a brunette around 35 years old with a "Birkin bangs" haircut (I researched this only for you, my readers), approached me at my dorm, asking if I was one of "the Dutch guys".

"Yes, I am, and I know the other two very well."

"I would like to invite you three guys to a party my husband and I are holding tomorrow night, just outside the campus and down the road. It is about 15 minutes from here. By the way, my name is Hazel." she said.

"Yes, we can come. Thanks for the invitation, but we have strict requirements." I answered. If there is no Heineken beer, we cannot come." Smiling at her, being naughty with my requirements.

She laughed and reassured me there would be plenty of Heineken.

Then we have a deal. I laughed.

She gave me the address and her mobile phone number and told me she was looking forward to meeting us.

Off she went, and I wondered what kind of reputation the three of us had. Doesn't matter, I thought. We have an off-campus party!

I told the others, and the next day we went together, around 11 PM, after having bought a couple of bottles of good wine (from France, not CA!) for our hosts.

I did bring my Swiss roommate Marc with me, because we did a lot of things together, even if we were night and day. He was short, had a horrible mustache, and was untrained, and I, being part of the college basketball team, was not only tall, but we also trained our brains out twice a day. Actually, I trained three times a day, since in the evening I went to the gym to build up more muscle mass.

Of the international students, a lot of them were pretty girls, such as Caroline, Ute, Chloé, and many more. My roommate was crazy about Ute, but he had no chance with her. Ute was built to breed and give birth. First, she was about 1.75 m (5.8 ft), 19 years old, with long blonde hair, a slender body, sexy young teardrop-shaped breasts (but not saggy at all), a slim waist, and a great hard butt.

On top of that, she had that very erotic gap in between her inner thighs, this wider build, which makes childbirth easier. At the dorm pool, whenever she was wearing a bikini, I always tried to look from behind, through her legs gap, to have this lovely view of her pussy mound.

Hazel herself opened the door, and I gave her that famous "fuck-me-handshake" (a handshake given where either the middle or index finger is curved in to where one is caressing the palm of another, only given when one is looking for sexual intercourse.)

She laughed and said to me, "I know what that means!"

"You better." I countered, smiling at her.

She looked sexy. Like a cougar. She was wearing a tight top, displaying her beautiful large breasts, and a short skirt, which barely covered her round, hard ass. I guessed that she was wearing her "party dress" because if she were to bend down to pick something up, I was sure we would see her panties.

The party was rocking already, with tons of people, lots of pretty babes, and food and drinks everywhere. We split up, checking around, and the house was very big. They had a bar in the living room and one outside, next to the BBQ area, in a large garden. The garden had a part covered with a roof, so you could still sit outside but covered, no matter what weather it was. TVs everywhere, several bathrooms, and at the end of a corridor I guess the bedrooms and working spaces. They even had stairs that lead you to their cellar. Very nice.

The problem with me is, when there are too many cuties walking around, I lose focus. This happened to me once in Stockholm, visiting Club Bizar, where every single chick was drop-dead gorgeous that night.

So being distracted at the party, I sat down on a barstool at the living room bar, grabbed a Heineken, and saw a big bowl standing there with Pringles chips. I grabbed one, and I was speechless. It was garlic chips! I never had garlic chips before. AMAZING. I had my beer and garlic chips now. Any possible pussy was forgotten.

My roommate saw me and joined me. He didn't drink beer but he tried the chips.

So, we were sitting there, chatting; he was going next week to LA again, I had no plans, and we talked about sports, coyotes, and surfing until Ute suddenly walked up to us.

"Hi." She said to me, ignoring my roommate.

"Hey, Ute." I replied.

"I want to kiss you," Ute said, talking straight to me, placing her small hand on my thigh, really close to my crotch.

My roommate's eyes went berserk, watching this scene happening. Ute freely offering herself!

"I am busy, Ute," I answered, "maybe later?"

"Shit! It is always the same." She pouted. "Every guy wants to kiss me, and when I want to kiss one, I get declined. It is not fair." Ute said and walked away, her hips swaying, as if she was still trying to seduce me.

This was probably the first time I used reverse psychology without knowing it, because the effects of my declining would have a very positive effect later at that party. The truth is, I had my mouth full of garlic chips and beer and didn't want to kiss her like that.

Ute didn't know what kind of effect her subtle actions had on me. My cock had stirred the moment she placed her small hand on my thigh, very close to my half-hard cock. I think it wasn't even an accident; I believe Ute knew very well what her hand was doing, when she placed it there, and what effect it would cause on me.

Ute left me sitting there with a big hard-on. Even if I tried to play it cool, I never had such tight jeans as at that moment. If she had looked down at my crotch while talking to me, she might not have walked away. She would have seen the clear outline of my swollen cock, trapped inside my tight jeans, pointing downwards, in an almost painful angle. Perhaps that was my punishment for saying no to her.

I was still lost in thoughts as I heard Marc say something.

My roommate almost couldn't breathe. "You said no to Ute?"

"Listen, there is a time and place for everything. Right now, it is garlic chips." Pretending to be cool.

He was still dumbfounded. Not me. I had garlic chips.

"I go for a tour." He said and left.

Marc once told me that he was crazy about Ute, and he did try to flirt with her, but she was "not interested in him at all".

"Those were her exact words," Marc mentioned to me, a little heartbroken, but he was still crazy in love with her.

Sometime later, our hostess Hazel saw me and stood next to me, asking if everything was alright and if I liked the party.

"Great party, Hazel," I replied. "Cool people, great place, lots of drinks and food—I am impressed.

She was happy to hear.

"Where's your husband, Hazel?"

"Oh, uh... well, uh, he is—I am a bit embarrassed about this—passed out in our bedroom."

"Did you place him in a recovery position?"

"What's that?" she asked.

"On his side, to prevent asphyxia if he has to throw up."

"Oh, no, I don't believe so."

"Show me where he is, Hazel," I asked.

I followed behind her, and while I was thinking about the exact way to roll her husband into that position, I couldn't help seeing her swaying ass. Hazel looked good from every side, I thought. Pretty face, very red lipstick today, nice full breasts, slim waist, great butt, slim legs.

Her husband was already lying on the far side of the bed in the correct position; I guess somebody had done that before us.

"Does that happen often, Hazel?"

"His drinking? Yes." She whispered to me, embarrassed.

"Hey, no worry, sit down with me." And I patted on the mattress. Her husband was not bothering us on the other side of the king-size bed; we had plenty of space.

She sat down next to me, and I consoled her that this sometimes happens; no big deal, the party is also great without him. I just added that I wouldn't leave such a gorgeous wife alone.

She smiled at my words, giving me a very subtle, flirty look.

"Are you home on Monday?" I asked, "I will come by and clean up with you. Is your husband at work then?"

"Oh, that's so sweet of you." Hazel said, "Yes, I am home alone on Monday, thank you so much."

"Good," I whispered in her ears, having my lips real close to her neck. "I will be here at 10 AM."

I held her face in my hand and gave her the softest kiss on her neck. Hazel moaned almost silently, and I saw her nipples stiffening under the fabric of the thin blouse she was wearing, betraying her arousal for me. I kept kissing her neck, and she placed her hand on my arm, softly stroking it up and down. I lowered my hand and gently lifted one of her large breasts, kneading it, slowly discovering her beautiful body.

Hazel moaned again, this time louder. She turned towards me and kissed me, her tongue pushing against my teeth, begging me to be let in. I opened my mouth, answering her, and our moist tongues found each other quickly. Her kissing became more intense, hungrily, wanting much more than just a kiss.

I lowered my hand further and moved it over her naked thigh towards her panties. I found her string, it was soaking wet, and as I touched her there, she sighed, opening her legs more to give my hand all the access it needed. I rubbed her pussy up and down through the fabric, and I felt her legs clamp down on my hand.

With two fingers, I moved the last little barrier of her string to the side, her damp pussy now completely accessible. My middle finger sank inside her without any effort, and I started rubbing her wet cunt, my thumb playing with her swollen clit. Hazel had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted, the little moans now intensifying, as I continued fingering her.

I kept finger-fucking her for three or four minutes until I noticed her breathing becoming more shallow. I stopped playing with her pussy right then, to her big disappointment. She opened her eyes to look at me, she gave me a pouting look, but her eyes lit up as she felt both my hands grab her string and pull it down. She willingly assisted me by lifting her pretty ass from the bed and closing her legs.

I pulled her string down all the way to her ankles, and she stepped out of it, keeping her high heels on. Once the the string was gone, she opened her legs again, inviting me to continue where I left. I easily found her dripping wet pussy again and moved one finger up and down in between her outer lips, sometimes touching her clit, sometimes barely avoiding it, to keep her aroused.

I noticed that she became short of breath again, so I pulled my wet finger out of her sopping cunt and searched on the backside of her skirt for the zipper, which I easily found. After opening her skirt all the way, she stood up and I pulled it down over her round hips, Hazel aiding the undressing by wiggling with her butt. As soon as the skirt passed her wide hips, it fell onto the floor, and she carefully stepped out of it.

Hazel sat down on the edge of the bed, and I kneeled in between her legs, which she happily opened for me. My tongue found her wet slit, and like a hungry animal, I started lapping it up and down. She moaned loudly this time, and I felt her hands push my face against her slit, wanting to get my tongue deeper inside her. I started alternating the lapping with licking her clit, and I inserted two fingers inside her welcoming pussy. Hazel groaned, feeling how my two fingers had started fucking her in a fast tempo. She was ready.

I stood up and placed both her legs on the bed. Hazel looked at her sleeping husband, but she couldn't care less, and looked at me again. I crawled in between her legs, she spread them again, eagerly inviting my cock.

"Come to me," she whispered.

My throbbing cock was now right in front of her opening, and her hand reached out, aligning it with her married cunt. I lowered my body, the cockhead spreading her labia while I slowly penetrated her. Hazel moaned, the purple helm sinking inside her and she placed her hands on my flanks, her nails softly caressing me, inviting me to sink deeper inside her.

As I hit her womb balls deep, she grunted loudly, and her husband stirred from the noise. We stopped moving, and I kept my rock-hard cock deep inside her, waiting for him to continue sleep off his drunk stupor. The moment I heard him snore again, I pulled my cock back and sank it again all the way inside her.

"Oh!" She moaned loudly, not caring anymore about her husband.

We started fucking, her pelvis meeting my thrusts halfway, and our bodies melted together in a natural dance, as if it were not the first time we were copulating.

I looked to my right and saw her husband lying there, oblivious of me fucking his willing wife. It felt very nasty, and my cock twitched several times inside Hazel. She noticed and moaned again. I started to fuck her harder, and she automatically wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust, letting out a continuous amount of loud grunts as I was tearing apart her married cunt.

I wouldn't hold much longer, and we both felt my body stiffening up as my balls were contracting. Hazel put her arms around my back to keep my cock locked deep inside her, telling me with her body to fill her with my seed. I pushed one more time, and the first load of hot cum was washed deep inside her. As she felt me filling her womb with my hot semen, her own orgasm ripped through her body, her cunt walls contracting on my pulsating cock. I kept still, enjoying the feeling of pumping of my seed into that married womb, and five loads of semen followed.

Both our orgasms made her wimper softly, as she rode on the last waves of her orgasm. The moment her own orgasm slowly dissipated, she let me go, by lowering her legs onto the bedsheets. She kept her arms around me, still wanting me near.

Sweat dropped down from my forehead, and I slowly pulled out, rolling on my back to lie beside her, very close to her husband.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

She sighed, saying, "Thank you," smiling at me.

I smiled back, and we lay like that for ten to fifteen minutes.

"So what do we do now?" She asked.

"Well, I still want to see you on Monday."

"Yes, but what do we do now?"

"We get dressed, and you go to the bathroom. I will wait five minutes and go straight to the party."

"OK." Hazel replied and gave me a long kiss.

We dressed in silence, walked out, and went separate ways.

What to do now? I thought. Let's find Ute. I grabbed a new beer and searched for her in the house, with no success. Went out to the garden, couldn't see her either. Perhaps she already left the party, I thought. I grabbed a big chair, moved it to where I wanted it, and sat down, a bit separated from the rest, still under the veranda, but there was not much light where I was sitting. That's OK; drink my beer in peace, I thought. Didn't see my roommate or the other Dutch guys either.

The music was good, and I closed my eyes, listening to it for at least half an hour.

Suddenly two soft lips kissed my closed mouth. "Gotcha!" Ute laughed, looking down on me, smiling at her victory.

I had to defend my loss somehow, "That's not a kiss, Ute; we both know that." adding, "You better sit on my lap and give me a proper adult kiss, girl." while tapping on my legs.

"Oh, good idea, big boy." She smiled at me, turned her delicious butt towards me, and sat down.

The little problem I had with my big mouth is that Ute was wearing thin black leggings and a very thin top with animal print, combining it with bright red lipstick. She looked like a very sexy rockstar groupie. And that very fuckable ass just placed itself on my lap, where my still half-hard cock was living. For underwear, she wore a thong and no bra (I was able to have a glance at one nipple).

All that did not make my interested cock softer. Quite the opposite, it started to have a life of its own.

"Oh," Ute smiled at me, "are you happy to see me?" feeling my bulge under her round butt.

"More than happy, Ute, I must admit. Can you feel it?"

"Oh yes, I can feel a lot, but I guess there is still more to come?"

"I hope so," she said, smiling at her.

"Maybe I can help you?" And she grinded her ass back and forth on my lap. "Like that big boy?"

"Very much, you sexy thing, but I guess you can measure your progress?"

"Yes, I can. I need to go make a wardrobe change, though. I brought a skirt in case these pants were too hot. And right now, I am very hot. See you in a minute." And off she went, leaving me with a tent.

She came back wearing a short skirt with the same animal print. A very short skirt.

"I hope you don't mind, but I am no longer wearing underwear." Ute whispered while keeping eye contact with me.

She turned around and slowly sat that delicious butt again on my tent. "Let me just find the proper spot." Wiggling her ass on my much harder cock now. "No, this doesn't work." She added. "Your rod is in the way. Let me fix that." She stood up, turned around, opened my zipper, simply took my erect cock out, pulled back my foreskin, and let it stand ready for her like that in the open.

"You better aim right, big boy." She said, turning her back to me again, raising her skirt. I could see her slushy, wet pussy just before she slowly lowered herself on my cock.

"Oh!" A little cry escaped from her red lips: "Big. But nice big." Ute moaned, still lowering herself slowly, not wanting to go too quick and miss out on the pleasure of the first insertion's friction.

"Sweetie, could you pull down my skirt a little? I want to fuck you with a small, selected group of watchers and not with everybody," Ute asked.

I did. Still, you could probably see a lot if you were standing in front of us.

She still held her legs together, having the full weight of her body pushing her cunt down. I didn't have to do anything. Just be hard.

"Oh," she cried again, closing her eyes, she had reached her goal, her pussy completely stuck on my cock, nowhere to go but up. And down. She sat still like that, enjoying the feeling of her vaginal walls gripping tightly around my cock, a tingly feeling spreading through her pussy, and the cock's head pushing against her cervix in a painful but delicious way.

Ute opened her eyes again and saw my roommate Marc standing not far away from us. "Marc." she called him, trying to get his attention. He heard her but didn't know where to look. " Marc!" Ute called him again.

Finally, he saw us, Ute sitting on my lap, calling his name. He approached us, and before he could say anything, Ute spoke to him like a true hotwife: "Marc, is it OK for you if I fuck your roommate right now, right here?"

It was like a hotwife asking her cuckold husband permission to fuck a large cock.

His eyes went big, realizing what was happening in front of him. He didn't answer her, speechless.

"I have his big cock already deep inside me; I only need to have the go-ahead from you to fuck him while you watch us." Ute keeping eye contact with him.

"Shall I fuck him, Marc? Would you like to see me writhe like a little slut on his big, hard-as-steel cock? Just tell me, Marc," Ute said, humiliating and hurting his feelings with her words and what she was about to do. We both knew that he was in love with her, and to me it looked that she wanted to **** the situation.

"Well, Marc? Can't speak? Did you know he is bareback in my cunt? No condom? Flesh on flesh?"

"Talk to me, Marc!" Ute yelled.

"Eh... Yeah, OK, yes, go ahead," Marc answered shyly, overwhelmed by his sad feelings.

"Look at me, Marc." Ute lifting herself from my lap, she said, "Look how long it is. This is a real man's cock, Marc. Stretching my cunt much wider than you ever could and fucking me much deeper."

Ute moaned again as she sat down on my cock again. "Oooohh, Marc, did you see how long it is?"

Ute picked up a steady fuck rhythm, keeping eye contact with Marc the entire time.

Marc stood frozen, watching us, watching his crush **** her pussy on my cock and talking very harshly to him. He looked sad.

I for sure could not hold long; the build-up was very quick, and my cock kept twitching inside Ute. She felt this too, and my balls were about to burst.

"Oooh Maaaaarc," Ute moaned, "He is about to fill me. And what if he is cumming inside me, Marc? Keep looking, see how he fills me up like a real man."

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!" Ute fucking me at a very fast pace now, my pelvis thrusting up, to meet her demanding cunt, my breath getting shorter and I felt my balls and scrotum tense up, the throbbing came from deep within my swollen balls, forcing my cock to contract at least four or five times, unloading shot after shot of seed deep inside her womb in an insane explosion.

After my second orgasm from that evening, my mind went completely blank, and I was not aware of anything around me anymore.

From a distance I heard Ute saying, "Marc, get me a towel."

To be continued.