Campus Life Memories - Anne & Mona

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Slow burner.

100% fictional story, of course. ;-)

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I had a crush on Anne.

But.

When you are a big, strong, 19-year-old man, fit as a beast due to the enormous amount of practice we used to do for our college basketball, it might be very well possible that it was not a crush but simple male hormones and testosterone you had to get rid of.

So, the truth is, I was looking for pussy. Well, my balls were. My heart said, "Go for Anne; she is special."

OK, I will; I promised.

Anne was a gorgeous blonde with a killer face, about 1.6 m (5.3 ft), 105 lbs (48 kg), probably a C cup, and her butt slightly bigger than that. With a nice hourglass figure and natural tits screaming to be sucked and a pussy nobody had seen yet...

But Anne was from another league. We all live in a caste society. We did in the past, and we do today. And I was for sure, with my 200 USD budget a month, not visible in the upper-class levels. She was at such high levels that they needed to build a second helicopter landing spot at their summer house. A daughter in those levels would go to LA (CA) for a 4-day-long weekend of hardcore shopping and send back home four (4!) 40-foot shipping containers with her purchases. Anne was at such an upper-class level in Switzerland that she was being good friends with the offspring of the Swiss president, big bankers, and so on. Another example: Anne received from her parents for her 18th birthday a 4-room apartment in a fancy district of Lausanne and a brand-new car (Jeep).

Did I mention my 200 USD budget for an entire month?

Of course she was already in a steady relationship. Those circles do not procreate with outsiders. She was meant to be the wife of a boring banker with a boring haircut and a boring beard. Did I mention "boring" enough times?

With the risk of sounding arrogant, I was the opposite of boring. And that was my big plus towards her. A young woman wants to have fun and some adventure. Now in the city where our campus was, everything fun was starting at a minimum age of 21. So, the four of us (Mona from Lausanne, Michel from Paris, Anne, and me), we would rent a car and go to a club in Tijuana, Mexico.

The first time we did this, we got stopped by a Mexican police officer on a motorbike for not using the direction indicator. Since I was the only one who spoke Spanish, I had the honor of having to deal with him. That was the first time in my life that I bribed a cop.

The only problem for me was that you had to wear good shoes to enter the club, and sports shoes were not allowed, so I borrowed a pair (1 size too small), walked painfully with them on to the club's entrance, got in, and took them off as soon as we were sitting in our poorly lit club booth.

I always took great care of sitting next to her. Mona was a 20-year-old juicy babe too, but I was into Anne. Michel (24 years old?) was extremely rich and gay, but in a nice way. In the beginning, Anne was always wearing clothes meant for a 40-year-old. Way too conservative and boring (we have a match!).

I did not progress much in that club the first two or three times. Anny was either shy or conservative, but I had a darker thought: maybe she was still a virgin?

As I kept flirting and trying to seduce her on campus at least every second day, she slowly started wearing younger, sexier, and wilder clothes, which was all my fault. Her parents didn’t like this at all. The first step she took, as I was continuously flirting with the gorgeous 19-year-old on our campus, was the leopard-print tights she bought in a rebellious mood. Somehow, a picture of her with those tights on, holding my hand, leaked. Her parents were vivid. I praised her often about those tights and said that they were very sexy. Soon she bought several other colors. Am I the bad guy?

The level of seduction I reached in those early days, day after day, working it, was a bit of kissing and fooling around, but on a very basic level. But, bit by bit, that lovely **** babe was slowly opening up, and I was patient. Very patient. Too patient? As others were fucking until they couldn’t walk anymore, I was having my daily long showers with my right hand.

Then she did something amazing, and she let her belly button get pierced! I think she was telling me that it was time to have sex, or that she wanted sex, but she didn’t know how to tell me. As we were sitting together in her living room on her couch, she showed me the piercing, wearing yellow tights.

This was my clue to praise her and ask about it, looking at it closely while caressing her stomach gently. She didn’t push my hand away. As I kept talking to her, one hand on her flat stomach, my other hand landed on her knee, just as her roommate Mona walked by through their shared living room.

Mona was for sure no virgin. In the first week after arriving at the campus, she already angled a BBC, because, as she once told me, “When in America, you have to try everything that the country has to offer.”

Mona smiled at the scene of Anne and me and hoped for Anne that I would finally fuck her tonight. It was almost becoming a joke, she thought. A big strong guy like him, cute, with a big cock, and Anne hasn’t yet opened her legs for him. Mona was not blind and had seen my bulge several times, but, as said before, she wanted to have a real big black American cock inside her first. And she did. Many, many times.

One evening, as I was again trying to seduce Anne in their living room, we could hear Mona's lustful cries coming from the bedroom. The thing with those dorms was that you would agree on who gets the living room, who gets the bedroom, and until what hour. Most of the times this worked fine. By listening to her female grunts, I was sure that something really big was truly stretching Mona's insides.

I think Mona was the opposite of Anne. I think Mona was a true-born young slut, sucking that BBC at breakfast each morning, making sure of getting his yummy thick cream as a muesli alternative deep inside her stomach, and at night getting her receptive womb filled with his hot black seed. And if his big balls had any power left, which they always did, fill her contracting poop hole too.

Not only that, but she was also seen each week with a different, new black cock at her side.

We both had the same business English class, and she would then sit in the last row, always wearing sunglasses. Sometimes her anus had received such a bashing that she had to bring to class a small pillow to sit on. I called her "Granny," telling her she should instead use her mouth more often to be able to sit down. She just stuck out her tongue to me, playfully.

But the very best moment I ever had in that time with her was the moment she showed up late for English, quickly sat beside me, and as she turned, looking at me to whisper hello, I could see a long grey-whitish rope of cum on her cheek. Probably a black anaconda spilled his black seed all over her.

I quickly grabbed my cell and got the film camera ready as I whispered something to her in such an inaudible voice volume that she automatically turned, looking at me and asking what I just said. I quickly took a 30-second video, saying into the mic, “Thank you, Mona, for sharing.”

She smiled at me but didn’t understand. In my humble opinion, I just filmed the best cock-sucking whore on campus. I wanted to extend the pleasure I was having, so I put my chair next to hers and scraped a bit of cum from her cheek, showing my cum-carrying finger to her as I said, “Open your mouth for your little milkshake breakfast.”

She didn’t even hesitate. As soon as she recognized it was cum, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my entire finger. Looking me straight in the eyes, she surprised me and rotated inside her mouth her tongue in circles around my finger, savoring the cum, intentionally slowing down to fully taste her little meal and showing me gratitude. Once she finally swallowed, she was being such a good girl and opened her mouth wide for me, proving that all seed was now safely stored in her little stomach.

Just as when you feed a little child with a “flying spoon adventure” and make it into a little story, I did the same with Mona. I scraped some more orphan seed from her cheek and moved my cum-sticky finger towards her eager little mouth, saying, “Choo-choo, the jizz train is coming.” She opened her mouth and sucked it all in.

As I took my finger out, she licked her lips clean and asked if I had more. I pointed at my bulge by looking at it and said, grinning, “Lots, but they are for Anne right now. Somebody needs to give her a choo-choo, too.”

She smiled, liking it. Somebody as dirty as she was, she thought. And he carries a big tool. Maybe not now. But soon, she thought...

Mona—To be continued

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Back to Anne.

Anne was again distracted, shy, and off-topic. I asked her something about the belly button to get her attention back, at the same time sliding the one hand higher over her thigh, towards her unused lust hole.

“I like your leggings.” I said as my fingers came very near to her camel toe. She let out a very faint sigh, just audible enough for me to hear, approving the action, so I knew I could and should continue. My fingers started touching and hovering oh so gently over the visible pussy lips, making sure not to be too aggressive and to be very patient.

Gently rubbing my hand along the long side of her swollen lips, making oval circles around her pussy, keeping only my index finger rubbing on top of her puffy lips, for the very first time, she instinctively opened her legs for me.

I silently, without Anne noticing, removed my shoes, socks, and shorts. Remaining were my T-shirt and my underpants.

I could see her nipples poking hard against the thin, expensive fabric of her Chanel top. I gave the new tasks to my hands. The one on her stomach moved oh so slowly upwards, towards her full breasts. At the same time, the other one for the first time touched the area where her clit was. A bolt of electricity shot through her, deep inside her pussy. She was experiencing sensations never known before. As I cupped the underside of one breast, she moaned for the first time, wanting more. I gently raised my fingers, pinching her erect nipple, causing her legs to close hard from ecstasy on my clit hand, pushing it deeper against her love tunnel.

I rubbed her clit as good as I could through the fabric of the tights. The way Anne opened her legs again for me made it clear to me I was doing things right. I whispered to her to see if she could lower her leggings a bit so she could enjoy our evening more. She was **** at first but then nodded and, with both thumbs, lowered them just below her pelvis.

Finally. Finally access to the best-guarded campus pussy. I use both my hands on her pussy now, one softly playing with her clit, the other one teasing the lips, pretending to go inside her, but always stopping at the last moment. She moaned from despair. Right then I kissed her lips, probing with my tongue to see if she would let me in.

“Stop.” She said, slightly out of breath from my pussy playing. “We can’t do this; I have a boyfriend.”

“Don’t you like me?” I asked, making sure I was continuously playing with her clit.

“Yes, but we can’t. Please.” She replied, pleading.

I slowly inserted my middle finger in her **** slit, moving it in and out.

“Oh!” She moaned, and from sheer pleasure she naturally pushed her pussy hard against my hand.

I set a nice pace, fingering her wet slit continuously while rubbing her clit. I could see her swollen cunt lips, preparing for the easy penetration of her faithful cunt. Anne was lost in pleasure, only emitting hoarse sounds. I now gave both tasks to my left hand, the thumb rubbing her clit while the other hand gently pulled the tights slowly towards her knees. Her body betrayed her by automatically lifting her ass to assist me in getting that hard cock inside her. I pulled the tights all the way down to her ankles. Once done, I took off both her shoes.

To distract her from the coming meat invasion, I asked her, “Do you want to take off your top?”

“No.” She shyly replied, knowing she should not continue.

As a punishment, I pulled my finger out.

“Nooooo.” She cried, “Pleeeease put it back." Begging me.

“Take your top off.”

She complied.

“Take off your leggings.”

“We can’t, please, no.”

So, I pulled them off her legs with one hard tug.

She said, "Please, don't do anything else; I can't give myself to you." She was trembling, but she was clearly very aroused, her body responding, wanting the fuck, her **** brain still trying to be a faithful girlfriend. She was now completely naked, and I pushed her backwards on the sofa, leaving one leg on the floor and lifting the other leg on the backrest.

"You have to stop; I can't do this to my boyfriend. I've always been faithful to him."

“Yes, you will, Anne.” I said, taking off my shirt in one fast pull, and I quickly took off my underpants. My very large cock bounced up like a spring, free at last. As she saw my throbbing cock, she gasped and said, "Oh no, oh no, I can't take that!" But I knew she was going to.

“Please don't," Anne begged again.

I started fingering her clit again, trying to edge her to the brink of her first orgasm with me but not letting her. Making her beg for it. She could only utter short moans, letting me know that she had been ready for me the whole time.

I moved up in between her legs and placed my large purple cockhead against the moist open lips. As I slowly pushed my naked cock inside her, I could see the swollen lips of her cunt beginning to stretch, welcoming the large mushroom. I held her firmly by her hips and kept pushing until her cunt muscles gave way and the red cockhead penetrated her. Anne moaned loudly from the big invasion.

I slowly started pushing deeper into her, the flaps of her cunt getting used to the stretch of my girth, as Anne was continuously groaning from the massive pressure on her cunt walls, but she was now voluntarily spreading her legs wider and raising her knees to ease the pressure, making my deeper penetration easier.

Moving back and forth, greasing my hard cock, I finally pushed all the way into her. The cheating girlfriend gave a sharp cry of pain as I impaled her on my cock. I must have broken something. Was she a virgin? I held my cock still, deep in her, so she could get used to its size. She knew it was far too late to stop me now, since she was incredibly aroused and helpless under me.

As I began to fuck her with slow, deep strokes, gradually increasing my cock thrusting until she was continuously moaning as a natural reaction to the breeding she was receiving, she lifted her legs, her body jerking with each thrust. I grabbed her bouncing breasts and pinched her nipples, making her body undulate under me from sheer pleasure.

I was watching my fat cock moving in and out of her cheating cunt, and suddenly, she folded her legs around me, crying out my name and embracing me, her body shaking as she came. I held her until her spasms subsided and then began moving my rod again, setting a slow cadence, taking her deep. I was finally fucking her, I the winner, very satisfied with her finally surrendering to me and proud of having her cum on my cock.

I increased the speed of my thrusts, abusing her insides as hard as possible, and she started to react to this beating, uttering loud animalistic grunts of pleasure as she had another orgasm. This time I didn’t stop, and her oversensitive cunt contracted hard on my assaulting cock. I began thrusting her harder, and soon she was reacting again; as her body stiffened for the third time, another orgasm was shaking her world, and she cried out my name, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her shaking body.

Right then, I felt my balls contracting, and I gave her a last big thrust, pumping my hot seed deep inside her unused virgin womb. Shot after shot of hot cum was dumped, my balls eagerly supplying my baby makers.

We stayed like this for two or three minutes, both enjoying the afterglow of a great fuck. Her entire upper body, her breasts, chest, and face, had this thin layer of glowing sweat after having been drilled over and over again. As she was catching her breath, she whispered, “We shouldn’t have.”

“But we did," I said as I gently caressed her pretty face. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it!” Anne replied, smiling lovely at me.

Anne then added softly, “Are you up for round two?”

Anne—To be continued.