0 comments/ 54812 views/ 11 favorites Off Campus By: Naughty Coed This is a true story that happened to me not too long ago. Being kind of a party girl at college, you can probably imagine the kind of things that happen to me. This is the first story that I am brave enough to tell. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent...) "Oh, c'mon! You can study tomorrow. Saturday nights are for parties. You, of all people, should know that!" That would be my friend, Molly. She's one of those people who won't take no for an answer, and this time, she wanted me to come to a party with her. If only I had known what I was getting myself into by letting her talk me into going out. "Alright, I'll go. Just give me an hour to finish typing this paper and change clothes, and I'll go." This is the point where I should probably give you some background information on myself. I'm nineteen years old and attending a small, private college in the Midwest. I'm one of those tall, thin girls with not much in the boob department, but I've been told that my ass makes up for it. Guys are constantly smacking it or telling me how good it looks. I do have a boyfriend, and did at the time of this story. (As a side note, he does know *most* of what happened that Saturday night.) Now, on with the story. Being the kind of person who puts fun before work, I naturally decided to put my paper off until the next day. I spent the hour straightening my hair and squeezing into my tightest pair of pants. Figuring the party would be hot, I put on a tank top and was ready to go. As luck would have it, Molly showed up about ten minutes early, and we met up with the three girl friends who were going with us. Our first stop was a nearby frat house, where we knocked back a few drinks, but not much else happened. One of my girl friends had to leave to meet up with her boyfriend, so the four of us who were left, decided to go by another frat house to see what was going on. When we got there, we found that the house was pretty much deserted. Everyone had gone to other parties or had gone to bed, being that it was nearly 1:00 a.m. Disappointed, we went outside and sat on the frat's picnic table to talk. Not five minutes later, three guys walked out of the frat house and got into a van that was parked outside. We were slightly buzzed and, after all, they were driving a van. We started making fun of them, yelling rude comments about the van (which took three tries to start). That's when they pulled up next to the picnic table and asked if we were looking for a party. Of course, we replied that, yes, we were, so they invited us to come with them. We agreed and hopped in the van. Since there were seven of us all together, and they only had one back seat in the van, Molly and one of our friends sat on the floor. As for me, I was invited by one of the guys to sit in the passenger seat with him. He introduced himself as Brian, and we talked about this and that on the way to the guys' house, which was eight or ten blocks from campus. When we arrived, we found that no one else was coming to this "party". It was just us four girls and the three guys. They offered us drinks, and I soon found myself sitting on the couch with a (very strong) glass of Captain Morgan & Coke. We were playing drinking games, and I went through two glasses of that stuff and three beers in an hour and a half. I was very drunk. And cold, because they had the windows open. I mentioned this to the guy sitting next to me (the same one I sat next to in the van) and he asked if I would like a sweatshirt. I said yes, and he took my hand and led me upstairs to his room to pick one out, both of us with beers in hand. When we got to his room, we both went into his walk-in closet to "look at his sweatshirts". No sooner had we gotten in there when he grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, kissing me passionately. Being extremely drunk, I kissed him back. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach. "You want to go lock the door?" he asked me in a husky whisper. In response, I stumbled over to the door and turned the lock. He then grabbed me and pushed me onto his bed. He laid down on top of me and started kissing and sucking my neck. I was getting pretty horny by this time, and I'll admit that I was moaning a little while he was doing this. My moaning must have encouraged him, because he started peeling my shirt off. At first I resisted, thinking of my boyfriend, but Brian insisted, and eventually my shirt was off, as well as my bra. He started sucking and biting on my nipples while his hands went to my pants. He got those off of me in half the time it took me to put them on! Once I was completely naked, Brain stood over me and just stared for a minute or two. Then he quickly began stripping. Before I knew what was happening, he had straddled my face and was fucking my mouth. Lucky for me, I'd sucked my boyfriend's 8" dick countless times, so I could handle it when Brian started forcing me to deep-throat his 6-incher. He had his hands on both sides of my head, holding onto my hair as he rammed his fat cock into my throat again and again. He must not have been drinking much, because he came fairly quickly, forcing me to swallow every drop as he shot his huge load down my throat. I think at this point, I passed out because the next thing I remember is waking up when Brian flipped me over and put me on my hands and knees. I was a little unsteady, but he supported me with one hand while the other reached for his beer. I thought he was just thirsty, until I saw that the bottle was already empty. My drunk mind didn't realize what was going on until I felt the neck of the bottle being pushed into my pussy. Once again, I tried to resist and pull away, but he was a lot stronger than I was, so I just figured "What the hell?" As soon as he saw that I wasn't going to fight him anymore, he started pumping the beer bottle in and out of my pussy. At first, it felt a little weird, but then I realized that it was making me feel pretty good. I started moaning and panting. Taking this as a sign that I liked it (which I did) Brian started ramming the bottle in and out of me harder. After another couple minutes of this, I had a pretty good orgasm, screaming into his pillow so as not to make Molly and my other friends come running to see what was wrong. Once I got off, Brian decided he was tired of his beer bottle getting all the action. He moved up right behind me and shoved his cock into my very wet cunt. He started pumping vigorously, holding onto my hips and yanking me towards him with every thrust, impaling my thin body on his thick shaft. I came twice before it got to the point when he pushed in as far as he could go and let loose with another big load of cum, this time into my pussy. I sent a silent thank-you to my mom, who insisted I be put on birth control before coming to college. After he finished, Brian collapsed on top of me, pressing my body into the bed. We laid like that for a while, until his softening cock slid out of me. He climbed up near my head and told me to suck him clean, which I happily did. I figured that, after cumming twice, he would be done, but as I licked the mixture of our juices off his cock it started to twitch and get hard again. Pretty soon, he pulled his hard rod out of my mouth and went back down to my pussy, placing the head against my slit. Let me tell you that I was still pretty wet, and he slid right in. I assumed that I was in for another fuck just like the last one, but after a few pumps to lubricate his dick, he started rubbing the head around my asshole. My boyfriend is the type who likes to fuck my ass, but *loves* to fuck my pussy, so I don't get it in the ass very often, unless I ask for it. Therefore, I got pretty excited when I figured out what Brian was going to do. Just as this realization hit me, the first couple inches of his cock slid into my ass, making me moan with a little pain and a LOT of pleasure. "Does it hurt?" Brian asked me, sliding another couple inches into me. I replied by shoving my ass back towards him and taking the rest of his pulsing cock into my tight hole. His moans of pleasure assured me that he liked it too. He began slowly pushing his cock in and out, being careful not to hurt me too much. I guess I'm kind of impatient, because I started throwing myself back into him, making him fuck me harder and faster. "Uhhhh...oh yeah...I'm going to cum in your tight little ass!" That comment sent me over the edge, and I orgasmed hard and long. Just as I was finishing, I felt splashes of hot cum shooting deep inside my ass. It felt amazing, and I came again. Spent, Brian collapsed again and promptly fell asleep. A few minutes later, when I was sure that I wouldn't wake him, I slipped out of the bed and into my clothes. I sneaked downstairs to find my friends, and we all took a taxi back to our dorm, where we stayed up until dawn telling our stories... To the Reader: I hope you enjoyed my first story. Any and all comments can be sent to beachbum21@angelfire.com. If you like this one, let me know, and I'll tell some more of my stories! Off Campus Lessons I was attending university. I could not believe it. I was roaming the last chapter of my youth before I would step out into the real world. Four years of fantasy fulfillment and organized debauchery had been all I had been waiting for since the age of sixteen. Now, as I was about to turn twenty-one, I had only one goal in mind for this first semester - other than passing my classes, that is - losing my virginity. To a woman. Hopefully. After the first week, however, my hope of finding someone interested in seeing me naked was slowly fading. In my various classes, the women seemed interested in the teachers, not the guy ogling them from two desks behind. I have to admit however, I was something of a mess. I always wore oversized sweaters and had a long gruffly beard that made me look forty-one and not 21. Yet, after I got a position writing for the campus newsletter - I edited the arts and literature section - my appearance seemed appropriate. Women would comment on my poetry, call me an urban gypsy, and one even asked for my autograph. But I never had any groupies that would sneak up to my room. Poets are tormented loners dedicated to their art. The reason I wrote poetry was because I had to find a way to direct all my horniness. After two months of fruitless attempts of getting dates, I decided to become the lone poet. That seemed to cause the winds to shift in my favor. One day, while I sat at a table during a class break, writing , a group of students joined me. Among them was this woman I had seen in class but had never spoken to . She sat down next me, her long red hair grazing my shoulders as she slid into the seat. "Hi," she said. Her voice had a slight lilt to it I had never heard. "Hello," I said as I put my pen down. I watched her stare at me intently as she took a sip from my coffee cup. "That's my cup," I commented. "I'm sorry," she said, putting the cup back down in front of me. "You're James, yes? The writer?" "Yeah. How do you know my name?" I slipped my paper back into my bag on the floor next to me. She kept looking at me with her intense brown eyes. I found it a bit disconcerting. No one had ever stared at me like that before. I felt my cock tingle. "Joey told me," she said. He turned to look at me and smiled. "My name is Hannah." "Nice to meet you," I said. "I've never heard an accent like yours. Where are you from?" "Germany originally. But I've been here for almost twenty years." I was about to ask her something else when she suddenly leapt from her seat and headed back for class. I watched her walk away. Her hips were slightly out of proportion with the upper half of her body, but men looked at her appreciatively as she walked by. I got up and followed her as I realized I would be late for class. In class, I noticed that Hannah was sitting next to me. The teacher passed out an assignment he had graded earlier and he asked us to share our papers with someone else. The assignment had been to write a love letter. As I was about to get up to find someone, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Can I read your letter, James?" Hannah asked me. I passed her the sheet and she returned to her desk. As she read, she would peek at me from behind the letter. Her lips moved as she read. Each word she mouthed was sensual and I noticed that she seemed to breathe a bit more quickly. She shifted position in her seat more than once as she read the two page letter. "How old are you?" she asked as she returned my letter. "Twenty-one." "Hum. I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm thirty-eight." "So," I said. Hannah sat on my desk, crossing a wonderfully muscular set of legs that peeked from underneath her ankle length skirt. "Would you like to come over tonight for a drink after class?" I sat there for a few moments. I was stunned. "Yes," I whispered. She smiled and wrote her address on the back of my assignment. For the rest of the class I couldn't stop my hard-on from torturing me. The last half-hour seemed to last forever. But after class, I decided to go back to my dorm room to change. Hannah lived off campus so I told her that I'd be late. I had to change as I had been so nervous I sweated through my clothes. The bus ride to her apartment lasted fifteen minutes. It was the last bus of the evening so I knew that I was going to have to take a cab, or stay the night. When I got off the bus, I stood in front of her apartment building, frozen in my steps with the wonder as to why such a sensual and subtly sexy woman was interested in me. After five minutes, and the fact that I saw Hannah peek out her window and look at me, I muttered: "Oh well," and went inside. She smiled at me when she opened the door. Her cheeks were blushed as I noticed a bottle of schnapps on the living room table. She blushed even more as I let my eyes stray to her cleavage; she had changed into a tight fitting halter while keeping her long skirt. I had not realized the her tits were so nicely shaped underneath the large blouse she had worn to class. We sat down on her couch. Hannah pulled her knees under her skirt as she moved closer to me. Her tits were only inches away from my arm; as she leaned over to pick up the bottle of schnapps, they pressed firmly into my shoulder. She put her hand on my thigh to steady herself; it was very close to my crotch. We both drank slowly, chatting quietly about who we were. Hannah had been divorced for ten years and was studying philosophy. She had just started the writing class we shared. After a few drinks I asked her: "Why did you ask me here tonight? I mean, you could probably have any man you wanted. And I'm younger than you." "I've been reading your poetry for a while now, and I wanted to see the man behind the words." She got up and went over to her amply filled bookcase. "You seem so old in your words. When I met you and you said you were twenty-one, I thought I was crazy to think I wanted you. But the way you looked at me in class when I was reading your letter ... I knew you wanted me so I said what the hell. I've been sleeping alone for over a year now, anyway." Hannah put her glass on the bookcase and reached behind her back. I gasped as her skirt feel to the floor. "Do you want to fuck me James?" I got up from the couch and joined her by the bookcase. She faced me. I closed my eyes and drank the musky smell of her perfume; it blended in perfectly with the smell from her cunt. "I'm a virgin," I muttered suddenly. Hannah put her hand on my mouth. "So?" She then kissed me deeply, her tongue reaching for mine. It was like we were trying to reach orgasm with our mouths. She took my hand and lead us to her bedroom. I pulled off my sweater as she struggled with my belt buckle. Taking my cock from my briefs, Hannah kissed me again while slowly pumping my already stiff hard-on. "Nice," she whispered. We moved to the bed where she let herself fall on her back. I slipped out of my clothing and joined her. I crept my hand under her halter and lightly massaged her nipples while I explored her neck with my lips. She giggled, cupping my balls and taking my ear in her lips; I shivered and then pulled her shirt over her head. "Suck my tits," she said. "Suck them nice." I traced little circles around her nipples before sucking them. One in my mouth, the other in my hand, I slid my leg between her thighs. Hannah began to hump me more and more quickly, moving her clit against my thigh until she pulled me tightly to her and trembled when she came. "God, that felt good," she said. "Now, it's your turn." She moved over so I could lie on my back. She pulled her underwear off and moved her hips over my face. I felt drunk from the scent of her cunt. I probed her lightly, tracing the shape of her pussy lips while she took my cock in her mouth. My hips heaved as heat and pleasure pulled me into her throat. Her juices flowed freely while I matched her movements on my cock. "I can't stand it anymore," I said. "I want to be in your pussy now." She smiled mischievously, reaching over and pulling a condom from the dresser. I tore the package and slipped it on; she hovered over my hips and slid herself down on my cock. I closed my eyes, savoring the heat that surrounded me. Her up and down movements drew moans from deep in my gut; I cupped her tits and pinched her nipples while moving in tandem with her. Hannah began to moan as our thrusts accelerated. "Fuck me, fuck me ... hard!" she whispered as I pulled her to close to me. I steadied her hips and took over the thrusting. Each motion pushed me seemingly deeper and deeper into her until the pressure in my cock became unbearable. My balls tensed, my legs stiffened, my load filled the condom. "Oh God Hannah! I'm coming," I moaned. She fucked me until I was completely empty, whispering my name as she trembled and came again. "You're a virgin, eh?" Hannah asked me while grinding her pelvis around my slowly softening cock. "It didn't show." I kissed her. She moved her tits across my chest. "You could say I've been reading up on the subject for a while now," I said with a laugh. "But I've been waiting for the right teacher." After Hannah rolled off of me, we talked a bit about where we want to be by the end of our time at university. That lasted about fifteen minutes. My cock grew hard again. Before she went down on me for the second time, Hannah said: " James, I think you're ready for your next lesson."