Campus Life Memories - Rita & Chloé

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Slow burner.

100% fictional story, of course...

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Rita WAS a lesbian. And now she is BI. Yes, blame it on me. I believe they call it a gold star when a lesbian has never had a cock inside her, which was the case of Rita. I first couldn’t figure her out; she behaved like an innocent young girl, looking as if she had not yet discovered her sexuality. She didn’t look like an asexual; she did sometimes talk about boys (instead of “men” or “throbbing cocks,” as any educated pussy would do), and she never spoke ever about girls. Perhaps that should have woken me up because that would be a well-guarded secret, right?

She must have been 1.7 m (5.6 ft), 63 kg (140 lbs), with more butt than tits, like a 34-25-36 C-cup babe. Dark blonde, perhaps even brown, hair and gorgeous blue eyes, which I later discovered, could look at you in such a way that you would lose yourself in them. A nice babe, but unreachable.

So, I was friends with her; one of the major reasons was that she was Dutch too, but I don’t remember anymore from which city. Besides that, she always looked so fresh, so clean. Even after a long night of partying. She liked dancing a lot, which was the first sign for me that she was not into sex yet. So, I thought. Well, wrong. She was very, very discreet. It was pure coincidence; lots of **** was involved and an accident, as I saw Rita with another woman.

It was an off-campus party, which was the best, because you would meet lots of new people, and lots of friendships occurred at those parties. I call them friendships because they created a lot of pussy-cock friendships... It must have been very late, perhaps 3 AM, and most guests had already left. Since there were many rooms, plus a large patio, I didn’t see anybody around.

We had some wild times those days. And on that day, I saw my first pussy-pussy friendship.

As I walked into the kitchen to fetch myself another beer, I found Rita with a woman I didn’t know. Normally that would mean shit, but I felt like there was a tension in the air. As if I caught them doing something. The woman had browner and longer hair and bigger breasts but a nice hourglass figure; plus, adding to her looks, a great ass. To die for.

But I let them be. I said hi, grabbed a new cold beer, and left the big kitchen again. It had it all: a bar, a sofa, a TV, and so on. A little voice popped up in my brain and told me to watch them. Actually, the little voice was probably my two horny balls hoping for a sexy lesbian gig. I was able to find a chair close to the kitchen door, not staring directly at them, but if I leaned in a little, I could see whatever they were doing. My wild fantasy was already imagining some sexy lesbian scissoring...

I could sometimes hear them giggle. And hear pieces of their chatter, like “...better than your boyfriend...” or ”I dare you...” and “...try and touch...” and soft female laughing, as if the older woman were seducing her. Suddenly I hear a soft moan coming out of the kitchen, but from whom? Were they kissing? Should I peek or let them be?

“Oh!” A soft female cry pulled me away from my thoughts. What were they doing in there? I moved my chair as close as possible to the kitchen door without being seen. I was now right around the corner and could hear more pieces of what they were saying. I then heard a slap of a hand, and right after it, a surprised cry, “Ah!” and more giggles. More moans, “Uhhh. Ummm... Oh! “If I didn’t know any better, somebody was being fingered. Or maybe a hard nipple of a boob was being sucked on as sexy foreplay?

I had to peek around the corner. I couldn’t stand hearing those slobbering noises anymore without seeing what those two were doing. I quickly peeked in, and I saw Rita was busy munching on the woman's large udders. The woman saw me and was distracted for a second but then pulled Rita's head closer to her very erect nipple, keeping eye contact with me. I smiled and stopped peeking, pulling my head back and taking another sip of my beer.

Some more things were said, but I could only hear loose words such as “...good girl...," "...tongue...," and "...bedroom...," and Rita was also excitedly giggling, like a young schoolgirl.

Suddenly, the noises stopped. What did they decide? I quickly looked down at my beer as they walked by, holding hands, through the long corridor. Following them from a little distance, I was curious where they were going.

“Don’t waste your time on her; she’s a lez.” A guy's drunk voice said. “And she just found her next young, soppy meal.”

“Where is she from?" I asked.

“This is her place. Her name is Vivian.”

“OK, thanks.”

I kept walking, and I saw them walk towards the main bedroom.

As they were about to walk through the bedroom door with their backs to me, I could see that one of Rita's hands was on Vivian's tits, and by the movements of her arm, probably kneading them through the half-open bra, Vivian had not bothered to dress up again since this was her place anyway. As they went inside, I quickly walked to the bedroom door and stood outside, listening in. The bedroom door was still ajar, the girls not caring, being busy with more important things, such as sucking those erect nipples and kneading those magnificent udders.

I could now peek in. Yes, Rita was stroking those big tits, and they looked fantastic. I wish I were her. As I peeked in again some minutes later, I heard Vivian tell Rita to get her ready. Rita gladly did, licking that almost hairless box, as Vivian was lying on her back, spreading her legs as wide as possible, giving Rita's busy tongue full access to her cunt canal. Seeing Rita licking that slit on all fours, with her own slit high up in the air, made me want to run inside that bedroom and fuck her right there, on the spot.

But I had to respect them both. Maybe they were both 100% lez, so I didn’t want to disturb their “doings.” With "doing," I meant Rita’s tongue tip carefully licking that shiny clit Vivian was offering her as one hand was playing with that beautiful big tit of Vivian. Damn, I was still very hard, but I stopped peeking again.

But I could still hear some words, such as that Vivian whispered something in Rita’s ears, and some words sounded like "...wet..." and “...you first..." and lots of chuckles and more giggles. The girls were sure having fun! I was rock-hard since I heard them in the kitchen, and my cock for sure could not go flaccid for the next hours.

I made some noise by accident as I was touching my bulge through my jeans and peeking in, and once again, Vivian noticed me and kept eye contact as she was dabbing her skilled tongue against Rita's glistening wet clit. She sure had a delicious dominance over me and my cock, and she knew exactly what strings to pull. Soon I would need to hump something to rescue my balls from exploding. Perhaps Vivian was bi? That would be a nice occasion next time!

I pulled my head back and stopped peeking. Several minutes later, some chatter came through. “...Just like that...” and “Hold it there...” and some kind of rhythmic slapping started in the background, like plastic or silicone slapping against skin. The slapping had the same cadence as the soft moans that accompanied it. And it sounded like a wet slapping.

Splat. “Oh!” Splat. “Oh!” Splat. “Oh!” Splat. “Oh!”

I peeked in and saw Rita with a large strapon, fucking Vivian deep in her sopping cunt. Both had their eyes closed, and I was not sure if it was a two-directional dildo, but the way Rita was grimacing and frowning, I would say yes, she had a large silicone cock inside her.

Since I was only 19 years old, I did not have the guts yet to simply walk in, unleash my throbbing manhood from my pants, and offer it to those two sluts. 50% chance they would gladly take it, right?

I smiled at Vivian and left the party.

Rita—To be continued.

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Our slutty Professor Chloé

Do teachers fuck pupils? Of course they do! And normally, the pupils keep quiet. Chloé was one of those professors. Nothing is sexier than a juicy babe with brains. She was discreet and open-minded and would really challenge us in class with very provocative ideas and theories. She would always say that she wanted us to have a broad horizon and think independently. "Travel helps," she said. Other cultures, other habits.

I liked her teaching style and the teasing of our brains a lot. I even mostly sat in the front row with her instead of the usual somewhere in the back. One day, as it was a very hot day, I sat in my usual front row spot with a t-shirt and shorts on instead of wearing more conservative pants. But I wasn’t the only one. She wore a one-piece, black, tight-fitting summer dress, sharing with us what she had to offer besides her brains. I knew that women with brains did scare away a lot of guys. And we did not know anything about her relationship status; I suspected she was single.

That hot day she was giving us some views on the current situation in Zimbabwe, and as she was speaking and everybody was taking notes, she saw my bulge from the corner of her eye. With my cock you can always measure the weather. It tends to grow fat if it is really hot, just as it becomes humble when I am cold. That day it decided to be fat. And my shorts became tight.

For the rest of the 25 class minutes, I noticed her sometimes glance at it. I decided to assist her, and I slumped down in my chair to give her a better view of my package. Besides that, I realigned it, giving my cock more place to lie around. She saw it right away, and for a brief second, she got distracted. I smiled at her, confirming what I knew. She smiled at me for a second and turned her head away, explaining the political consequences of blah blah blah. I couldn’t focus anymore and was only looking at her body and how it moved. One hot babe.

She was probably 1.65 m (5.4 ft) and had, right now, brown hair. But she did sometimes change her look, including the color of her hair. Was she bored with her life? I think she was 55 kg (125 lbs), having a very juicy 34B-25-30 hot body. So yes, it's hard to think of other things besides wanting her.

The full hour of class arrived, and I was a bit slow packing my stuff. This was my last class for today anyway. As I looked up, she stood in front of my desk as other students were leaving the auditorium and asked me what I thought about the coup. I was lost. I hadn’t heard her speaking about it today, and I stuttered. I decided to be honest with her; she was not stupid.

“I am sorry; I got distracted the last half hour.”

“You did not follow me?" she asked.

“Well, I did follow you,” I replied, but not your brain,” telling her the truth.

“Did you get a good look at the situation then?" she asked with a double meaning.

“Yes,” I replied, but I should study it a bit deeper.” I answered with a flirting tone.

“Tell you what,” she replied, as she grabbed a notebook from me and wrote down an address on it. “I will see you here at this address in two hours; you better be ready for my one-on-one tutorial.”

My cock stirred.

Chloe added, “Don’t let me down,” as she softly caressed my arm.

“I will be there,” I answered, my cock getting bigger, showing her what a good student I would be.

The cab found the address easily. It was a modern apartment block, like a year old. I went to her door and rang the bell at the exactly agreed time.

“It’s open,” her soft voice announced.

I entered, closing the door behind me. As I was standing in the hallway, I didn’t know what to do. I saw several pictures hanging on the wall of her as a couple; that guy must be her husband. This distracted me for a second. Is she married? I thought.

“Over here,” she whispered loud enough for me to hear. It came from a little guest room on my right.

As I walked in, she was standing there completely naked behind a white transparent curtain. She looked amazing!

“Are you here to study me in depth? She seductively asked. “Did you bring your large study material for me?" looking very pleased at my quickly growing bulge.

I took off my shirt in one arm movement and quickly pulled down my shorts. My hard cock bounced up like a spring.

“Oh my,” she happily said, “I think we will have a very deep study session...” turning around, climbing on the bed, and waiting on all fours, offering me her dripping slit.

“I don’t think you need any cock encouragement. Fuck me deep, lover!" she lustfully commanded me.

I did. Getting my large mushroom in line behind her inviting pussy, I slowly pushed my bare throbbing cock inside her. She groaned from the intrusion, wiggling her round ass to happily assist me with the insertion and pushing her cheating cunt willingly against me. She had said nothing about a condom or being on the pill.

I grabbed her slender waist and pushed hard. She was easy to penetrate. Once the big mushroom was inside her, my entire shaft had no trouble following it. Her cunt tunnel was nicely lubricated and experienced with large cocks.

“Aaarrrghh.” She groaned loudly, cumming on my cock as I hit her cervix.

“Now you are mine,” she moaned. “Make me yours now,” she lustfully told me.

I pulled back and started a nice fucking cadence, enjoying the taking of a professor. She didn’t speak much, and she didn’t have to encourage me; her willing body held my cock rock hard. But her noises said it all.

She kept in sync, her moaning in the same rhythm with my hard cock shoves, “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah," as she was bracing herself with her arms against the headboard. I felt very strong today since we had no basketball practice yesterday, kept up, and fucked that slutwife for at least half an hour. Still, watching her cunt lips suck themselves vacuum tight on my impaling cock made my balls tingle. She felt me change the rhythm to a harder pace and knew she was about to get a baby sperm bath.

“Let me turn around. I want to see you when you fill me.” She groaned.

I pulled out of her cunt with a loud slosh, and Chloe almost cried from her cock loss. She quickly turned around, opening her legs wide for me, ready to receive some illicit cheating cum. I held one of her legs up as I penetrated her again. She loved it.

“Am I your little whore?" She dared me. “Fucking me bareback?"

This sent my balls over the edge, and they started to pulsate in strong waves, my rock-hard cock delivering that precious load deep inside her womb, making sure nothing would get out. From the hot filling she was receiving, her brain spasmed, and she came hard on my pumping cock, putting her legs behind me on my back and pulling me deeper, securing her cum dump.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! “Chloé!” screamed, her cheating cunt convulsing from pleasure. I was certain the neighbors just heard her. Her orgasm held at least half a minute as wave after wave of fireworks ran through her body, from her overloaded brain all the way inside her anus.

As we both could breathe normally again, the first thing she whispered to me was, “I needed that.”

After that, she was all business again, which I loved so much, as I would find out weeks later.

“My husband is gone for four days to a conference on the East Coast. Be here tomorrow morning one hour before class and bring your big cock with you.”

Professor Chloé made it clear to me who was fucking who...

To be continued.