Campus Life Memories - Claire

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Completely fictional story: college folks do not fuck, as we all know...

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Sometimes, you want big tits in your face, breasts that simply suffocate you. Drowning under her wobbling udders. **** on her hard, erect nipples. Submersing in her abundant soft, female tissue. Claire was such a woman who could do that. Many times.

Claire was the personal assistant to the college principal. Now depending on the situation, normally you do not land a woman in bed just because you are lusting after a specific target like big tits. It depends on the circumstances: Do you have time, such as days or weeks? If yes, then you can try to seduce the very difficult ones. Such as Spanish chicks like Ximena. Or married women living close by. Only time for one night? Then attack right away.

Normally, you just decide in seconds if you grab that one sole chance a slut offers you or not. Like with Rita, being drunk and horny.

But, since I was used to coed breasts, which are not the biggest, I never had any real “udders” in my hands. You know, those amazingly large tits, which would swing back and forth as you are fucking the slut doggystyle. The best would be to have in her bedroom a large wardrobe with mirrors. Not only for checking your outfit, but more importantly, watching yourself in those mirrors abusing that horny bitch as her tits were hanging and bouncing around.

Claire had nicely sized tits, size 34D, Nicely shaped and having a 34D-22-32 figure, she was a very sexy woman, undiscovered. Soon my cock would.

I believe she was divorced, because I didn’t see her with anybody ever, not even at our annual college summer party. I knew she was something like 30 years old, but she looked much younger. The only reason I ever bumped into her (yes, bumped) was because I was late for the 3 PM class, and I took a shortcut through the offices (which we were not allowed to do). I had this fast pace, trying to gain time as I turned around the corner and bumped my large 6.5 ft (2 m) athletic body (220 pounds (100 kg)) into a small 110-pound (50 kg) woman with a mere 5.6 ft (1.70 m) who was very surprised. Whatever she was carrying, such as books, notepads, and pens, all flew through the air. She would have flown too if I hadn’t caught her with my arm around her in the last second.

“Oh.” She blurted. Not only from the surprise of bumping into her but also from feeling that muscular arm around her waist pulling her with ease towards me. For a second or two she felt like being at my will and like I could do with her whatever I wanted. It felt good, she thought and shivered.

I saw it. And exactly that was my sole chance with her. I kept holding her, keeping her body against mine so she could feel its heat, our lips mere inches apart. Neither of us is moving, enjoying that moment.

“Hi.” I said softly, leaning in.

“Hi.” She whispered, answering me.

“Are you OK?” I asked her, pulling her closer to my lips, pushing my crotch against hers.

"Mmhh," she moaned, surprising herself.

“You smell good,” I flirted.

“Eh, oh, thank you.” She replied.

“I would like to smell you again tonight.” I teased, still holding her.

“Okeeeey…” she answered, thinking how coy I was. But she liked what she was feeling against her pussy. And it was growing bigger, she noticed. She felt very sexy; that sheer dominance of my body size against hers was a real turn-on. She imagined how erotic it would be having this hard body hovering over hers, impaling her as she was lying on her back with her legs wide open, being used by a bulldozer. The thought made her tremble. And she felt her pussy getting wet. She hadn’t had that for ages, she thought.

She knew who I was from the basketball team. The only player from Europe. A Dutchman. The rest were all American, and she was thrilled by the idea of secretly dating a European for the very first time. She heard Europeans only tipped if they were happy with the service. And that they were much more direct as Americans. Which she was experiencing right now. It was nice, she thought. Refreshing.

Confused, she asked, “Tonight?”

“Yes, tonight,” I answered. “At your place, 7 PM. Where do you live?”

“Ah, oh, OK, Adams Avenue 102.” She stuttered, “8 minutes from here.”

“Would you like me to come by?” I politely asked.

“Yes!” She said with determination. No more boring evenings. She shivered at the idea of receiving my large cock inside her.

“Yes, please come.” She added, not wanting to miscommunicate with me.

“See you in 4 hours, Claire.”

She nodded, thinking how she could get rid of her husband. Or maybe book a hotel, paying cash?

And that is what I meant with grabbing that one sole chance you get. Because I would probably never see her again if I weren't using the shortcut.

The rest of the afternoon was dull. Maybe because I was thinking of Claire the whole time. As soon as the last lecture was over at roughly 4 PM, I went to my dorm to sleep for two hours. This worked very well for me if I were going to fuck somebody later. I always felt very fit after a two-hour nap. Less than two hours would normally “break” me.

After waking up, I took a long shower and shaved, cutting any pubic hair that was too long. I decided to put on my tight 517 jeans, which always worked well in showing my free-of-charge package. As I was ready to go, I grabbed a bottle of Italian rosé and put it in my backpack. Even if she lived nearby, I went by cab. The driver found the address without any problems.

I rang the bell, and she welcomed me, looking very sexy in her tight, very short green dress. Boy, she was way sexier at work! The dress clung tightly around her 34D breasts, seriously promoting them. Her inviting body was, I estimated, a 35-22-30-inch juicy creation of our Lord. The breasts were perhaps “helped,” but I couldn’t say for sure. Well, anyway, most women in California had breasts that didn’t wiggle anymore, and I was fine with that, because often it looked much sexier.

“Hi,” I said, smiling. “So nice of you to have time for me. You look gorgeous.”

“Well, thank you. Please come in.” Closing the door after me, she turned around, seductively swaying her hips as she walked in front of me towards the living room. The lower part of the dress was also tight, displaying her lovely ass, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Must be hot down there," I grinned.

Holding onto a minimum of social manners, I took out the bottle of rosé and asked if she would like to try the wine.

“Yes. Please sit down; I will fetch us some glasses.”

As she went into the kitchen, I looked around and sat on the couch. I wanted her to have the chance to sit next to me. She quickly came out of the kitchen with two glasses and some bowls with chips and dip. As if I were going to eat anything but her pussy, I thought.

Not knowing how to behave, she was about to sit on the lounge chair, but I intervened, patting the couch and telling her, “Come sit next to me; I want you close by. Remember I said I’d like to smell you again…” As I smiled at her.

She was glad I took the decision for her and was excited that our flirtation was progressing quickly.

“I filled both glasses and handed one to her, saying, ‘To us,’ indicating my intentions.

“To us.” She answered bravely, with a wanton look.

We sipped our wine in silence.

“Could you hand over your glass?” I asked her, and she did, wondering why.

I put away both glasses on the couch table and whispered to her, “Let me see if your wine tastes better.” As I leaned towards her, kissing her lips gently. She kissed me back softly, and I grew bolder, asking with my tongue for access. She happily opened her mouth, holding with her hands both my shoulders and welcoming me with her warm tongue, oh so gently rolling hers around mine.

I placed one hand on her thigh, slowly moving it up, teasing her by passing very close to her pussy area but not touching it. Over her stomach my hand travel continued, reaching one of her breasts, cupping it gently. She gave a soft moan and pushed her tongue harder against mine, letting me know I should continue like this.

My index finger and thumb found her erect nipple and played with it through the fabric of her dress as we kissed long and deep. Sometimes my fingers were rubbing her nipple, sometimes pinching it. She let out more moans and moved closer to me. Her dress prevented me from touching her pussy; it was simply too tight. Not wanting to scare her away, I had to earn my access in two steps, so she would raise the dress up to her waist, giving me full access to her honey pot.

I caressed her legs, each time on purpose hitting the dress, letting her know in a subtle way it was in the way. She quickly understood and raised her butt for a moment, pulling her dress up over her hips. She didn’t wear any underwear, just as I expected. Her glistening pussy was clean-shaven; she must have gotten it ready for me. I could see how wet she was from anticipation.

With one finger I started playing with her outer lips, rubbing my index finger softly over them, circling her entrance, being careful not to touch her clit yet. She naturally opened her legs wider to give me the best possible access to her well-lubricated cunt as she continued moaning inside my mouth. I dipped the tip of my finger inside her, making her go crazy. She moaned again, loudly, inside my mouth as we were French kissing. It appeared to me that it had been a while since a man touched her there, because she was very cooperative in any subtle progress I was making. Time to eat that lovely pussy.

I kneeled in between her legs and kissed her inner thigh softly, slowly moving the kisses upwards to her very moist pussy. I wanted to make her beg for it, so I kept kissing her outer labia, very close to her little clit, but missing it on purpose. After several kisses she couldn’t take it any longer and pushed my head against her wet slit.

“Eat me, baby!” She cried.

I did. Opening her pussy with both my hands, I lapped her like a dog, having both my index fingers caressing her swollen clit in turn. She opened her legs even wider, offering me her wet cunt like the horny minx she was. I inserted one middle finger, and it went in with ease. I started fingering her in and out in a steady rhythm, and the sounds she was making told me that I was doing things right. I switched the clit rubbing to the thumb of my fingering hand and took a risk inserting the other middle finger, with some difficulty, in her anus.

“Oh!” She moaned from pleasure, not having expected that. “What a kinky boy.” She thought.

Both my fingers and thumb were now speeding up, and I added an index finger to my middle finger inside her poop hole. She writhed on the sofa, not knowing what to do but to push against my hands with her pelvis. As I looked up, I could see her nipples trying to poke through the fabric of the dress, rock hard. No bra. But the fingering was tiring my hands, so I needed to change position and move on.

“Where is your bedroom?” I asked.

“Right there,” she answered, pointing to a door.

“Let’s go," I replied, lifting her up in my arms, like a bride and groom entering their house.

I laid her gently on the bed, quickly taking my T-shirt off and getting rid of my pants in one single move. Her dress was all ridden up, and I carefully pulled it over her head. Her big breasts slowed down the process, but she was willingly assisting me in releasing those beautiful melons into the air by helping me take her dress off.

“Put on a condom.” She asked, slightly out of breath.

“I don’t have one,” I simply replied.

Her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to be taken like the bitch in heat she was, but not unprotected. She hadn’t been on the pill for at least a year, and it was just too risky for her; her last period was about ten days ago, and she might be ovulating soon, she calculated.

I felt her tense up, and she said, “We need to stop. I can’t have sex without a condom.”

“OK. No problem,” I reassured her. “Can we fool around a little?” I asked.

"Yes!" She said, relaxing again. “Just no sex."

“Come here.” I said, “Lay down next to me; my hands will do the job.”

We kissed, and my right hand found her very wet pussy again. Her clit was easy to find with my thumb, and I started a devilish dance with it, sometimes caressing it, sometimes very near to it, but not close enough. I had two fingers already in her soppy cunt, fingering her again in a steady cadence, getting her closer to her release.

As she started moaning continuously, phase B was needed.

“Can I play with my cock a little bit outside your pussy?” I whispered. “No penetration. Just a little rubbing. You will love it!”

“Oh. Yes. Go ahead.” She moaned, lost in pleasure.

I positioned myself above her as she was lying on her back, grabbed my hard cock, and rubbed the fat mushroom up and down against her clit while pushing it against it. The effect was immediate, and she started to moan almost continuously.

“Do you like it? Shall I continue?” I asked her softly.

She could only nod and moan, instinctively opening her legs wider to give me better access. I kept rubbing my cockhead up and down but am now sliding it in between her swollen cunt lips, always ending on her clit. She loved it. I continued sliding my cock up and down, but now a little bit deeper than before, giving her the erotic feeling of having the cock head move through her at a steady pace.

“Claire, my cockhead hurts; it is too dry.” I whispered to her, Can I just dip it once inside you to make it wet?”

“Mmhhh...” She moaned as I quickly tongued her, and she could only nod yes.

Having the green light, I aligned my cockhead in the center of her wet slit and pushed into her. It didn’t go in all the way, so I pulled back and pushed again; this time the head fully penetrated her, passing the tight ring of cunt muscles, making her groan like an animal. She was as tight as they could be. Probably her first cock in a long time, I thought.

“Arrrgh!” Was the sound she uttered, lost in pleasure.

I pulled out completely and lied to her again: “Claire, it is still painful; I need to wet it again.” Not waiting for her, OK, I pushed the cockhead inside her again, this time in one shove, making her moan again from the delicious friction her pussy was experiencing. Once again, I pulled out and pushed my cock inside her again, the fat head passing that passage of narrow cunt muscles again.

She groaned again, and this was the sign for me to start fucking her, but as shallow as possible. I didn’t pull out completely anymore and kept the cockhead inside her, her cunt muscles taking care of not letting it go. Her fertile cunt already knew what it wanted, but Claire didn’t know it yet: a nice truckload of hot baby-making seed.

As her cunt grabbed my cock like a vise, I didn’t have to hold it anymore in my hand, and I started rubbing her clit with one finger in the same rhythm as my little cock movements. For the first time, Claire started answering my penetrations by pushing back with her pelvis, lifting it each time in perfect sync with my shoves.

“Let me push a little bit deeper, Clair, to wet my cock a bit more.” I whispered.

Her answer was another moan, which I took as a yes.

I pushed my cock halfway in, not wanting to scare her away, but still giving her the pleasure of what it could be. She placed her arms around my back and pulled me towards her, as she was enjoying the deeper shoves, but she felt hungry for more, missing something, a fulfillment, being taken by my cock completely. In the far back of her brain a little voice was still trying to warn her, but it was a futile attempt. The friction of my cock on her deeper cunt walls was delicious, and she wanted more. The only natural answer her body could make was wrapping her legs around my back and pulling me towards her, hoping to get a truly deep penetration against her waiting womb.

This was the sign for me of the next-to-last step. I started pushing my cock deeper inside her, back and forth, lubricating the shaft part that had not been inside her yet, getting it all slippery to reach her deepest depth. With three more shoves I finally hit it, her ready-to-receive cervix. Claire let out another groan as she was being taken like a fertile vixen. She enjoyed my alpha cock dominance and could only pull me deeper with her legs. She finally understood what she wanted. What she needed. Her pussy had been right all the time. She just couldn’t say it to me yet, but she wanted my warm cum deep inside her.

“Do you want to fuck me, Claire?” I asked, pretending that she was in charge.

She whimpered a very soft “yes” in between two moans.

Now that she had given up and her resolve was lost from her dominating breeding instincts, I started long and deep shoves back and forth, fucking that beautiful tight cunt. She was squirming below me like a true slut, her reserved attitude she would always have in college now completely gone, her body knowing by its need to breed that it was time to have a baby.

I kept impaling her while with one hand rubbing her clit at the same speed as my fucking speed. Her movements became erratic, and she stiffened under me, letting out a loud cry and hugging me tight as she came for the first time. I kept fucking her, ignoring the sensitivity her pussy must have after her orgasm, and I could hear the moaning intensifying, telling me I was plowing a very **** snatch.

My balls couldn’t handle much more, and my own orgasm was announcing itself.

“Shall I continue?” I asked her, knowing that her confirmation would seal her pregnant fate.

“YES! YES! FUCK ME!” She screamed.

So, I did. It still took me at least ten minutes fucking her, but then I felt that well-known stiffening from my balls, ready to shoot my precious seed deep inside her cervix. I plunged my cock as deep as I could, hitting her cervix again, filling her with my hot seed right there where her body wanted it. The hot flow of cum inside her made her orgasm again, wrapping her legs even tighter around me the best that she could and holding me tight while we both came. I kept shuddering until the last drop of baby-makers was safely stored deep inside her womb.

Finally, I collapsed on her, and she French-kissed me passionately, holding me tight in her arms, her legs not letting me go, savoring the bliss of her impregnation. We stayed like that for a long time until she rolled me on my back, and my flaccid cock popped out of her cum-dripping cunt. I could see now that her cunt lips were swollen, and her love hole was gaping, showing me a well-fucked gash.

She immediately went to work on my spent cock with her mouth, sucking on it in case there was cum left and cleaning it from her juices.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“I am going to fuck you one more time before you leave tonight,” she said. “We need to make sure I am really pregnant.” She added, giving me a lustful look with her eyes.

I smiled, replying that if she continued like that, I would have my cock up and running for her within ten minutes.

Her mouth did miracles. And she returned the favor by massaging my prostate with one finger. My cock went hard again in no time. Pleased with the result, she kept fingering inside my anus, smiling each time my cock twitched inside her sucking mouth.

“Careful, girl,” I said. “You don’t want me to cum outside your hungry pussy, do you?

“No, we don’t.” She answered and quickly mounted me, placing my ready cock at the entrance of her used cunt. She slowly slid my entire length into her in one continuous motion. She rode me like there was no tomorrow and took me as deep as possible as I grasped her breasts. Her pelvis did a diabolical dance on me, and each time she moved her cunt forward, my cock shaft hit her excited clit. She was on a wave of continuous orgasms, having three orgasms before I finally filled her womb again with my cum load after about twenty minutes.

To be continued.