0 comments/ 22744 views/ 2 favorites James and Sarah: College Adventures By: wigwam25 I was browsing around the forum section of Literotica when I ran across a couple who wanted to see their story in print. So I asked them to give me the details, and I would see what I could do. As it turned out, they sent me the information in three separate packages. The first was a combined effort of the beginning of their relationship when they were in high school which they composed together. But they thought it would be fun to send me the second part in two separate packages that each prepared on their own. They thought it would be fun to set down how each of them perceived the flowering of their relationship while they were in college -- in two separate schools. The following is their accounting of that adventure. The fun is that neither will know what the other wrote until they read the complete package when it appears on Literotica. Part I: JAMES WRITES THIS PART WITH SARAH'S HELP. I met Sarah, a petite little Thai girl, with small, shapely tits, and a sexy round ass when I was still in high school. She was a shy, bookish little thing who was firmly focused on studies. I was able to contrive an occasional conversation with her, as long as we were in a safe, public place, and I kept my hands to myself. She was very dutiful to her parents and wouldn't think of doing anything of a sexual nature that might get back to them. She was a good Thai girl, and she made it very clear to me that she was determined to stay that way. I doubted that any guy had ever touched one of her tits or that anybody had ever seen her in anything more daring than a two-piece swimming suit that completely covered all the important parts of her body. She was definitely parsecs away from anything resembling sex. I doubted that she had ever as much as seen a cock. Her prominent eyeglasses just served to reinforce her innocence and provide another layer between me and her inner workings. All of that just served to intrigue me all the more, and I felt myself becoming uncomfortably enamored of this totally lost cause. I knew I had little chance of ever cracking her, and if I did, she would always hang onto her strict Thai sexual restraints. It would be a lifetime of solo sex with no imagination or creativity. Still, I couldn't help myself. Maybe it was the challenge of trying to get into the pants of such a lost cause, or maybe it was those rich chocolate eyes that seemed to hide layers of promise behind the protective lenses her glasses. So, I kept pursuing her, and she didn't push me away. We loved to sit outside on the lawn between classes or after school and talk and talk and talk. I never got bored. I couldn't get bored. I simply lost myself in those eyes and her obvious intellect. She was smarter than I was, and we both knew it, but she never allowed it to be an issue. I was smart enough for her, and she never let me doubt it. One day near the end of our senior year, I was standing outside the school building looking up a jet leaving a contrail across the sky when I felt something soft come to rest against my arm. I looked back, and there was Sarah, smiling up at me, resting her tit against my arm. Her eyes were bright, and the message they were sending was unequivocal. The tit on my arm was no accident. She gave a quick glance down her front, and my eyes followed. She was wearing a soft cotton top with a fairly low front -- low enough for me to actually see cleavage for the first time. As she moved away from with with an intentional push of her chest, I noticed her blouse tended to gap in front. She grabbed me by the hand and led me over to a shady spot with nobody else in the vicinity and sat down on the grass. As she sat down, she kept her eyes on mine and leaned over, ever so slowly. In the process, her top gapped, and I got the slightest glimpse of two beautifully shaped orbs with two dark brown tips. She was not only wearing a low blouse that gapped, she was also not even wearing a bra. Even more astonishing was that she seemed to have pulled the maneuver on purpose. It was as if she actually wanted me to see her tits. Then she sat up straight and the magic moment was over. I trembled as I sat down next to her, a stupid questing look on my face. I was relieved to sit down. I was sure everybody on campus could see the bulge in my pants. Still, she allowed me to hang on to my dignity. The warmness in her smile never left, and she moved over against me again. "Well," she said, "You're my best friend. Don't you think it's time you saw my breasts?" I bobbed my chin but remained speechless. Anything I said in my state of arousal would not ring sincere. Still, a suspicion was dawning on me that my idea of a lifetime of boring sex with Sarah might have been a bit premature. She leaned forward slightly, enough for her top to gap again. This time she held still for long seconds, still smiling up at me. Her tits were clearly displayed for me to see and see and see. I remained silent, as I tried to regain my breathe. Suddenly, Sarah pulled back and the gap in her top closed. "Okay," she said. "That's our reward for being friends these past two years. I think we deserve it, don't you?" I was puzzled but regaining my composure. "Our Reward?" I asked. "Sure, our reward," she repeated. "You don't think sex is just for guys do you? That was for me too. It sent a chill up my spine, knowing that a guy had finally seen my breasts for the first time -- and the best part is that he was my best friend. Now, that we're going off to separate colleges, will we still be best friends?" "More than that," I answered. Then I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, giving her the biggest, wettest, most sincere kiss I had ever given anybody. "Much more than that." We parted that last day of high school with much promise and high expectations for college. The fact that we would be going to separate campuses just meant an inconvenience, not a death blow to our suddenly exciting future. ----------------------------------------------- JAMES'S VERSION OF THE EARLY COLLEGE YEARS: We spent some time together that summer, but both of us worked, so the few times we got together, it was usually at family functions with limited one-on-one time. I managed a few stolen moments of kissing and got a little bare tit which excited the hell out of me, but the one time I moved my hand inside the top of her panties, she stopped me and simply said, "School. When we get to school, things will open up for us. We will have fun; I guarantee it. Please be patient." That was good enough for me. I would be worth the wait. I knew she would feel much freer to pursue some new adventures when she was outside the very strict influence of her parents. We were going to separate colleges, but we could easily get together almost on a weekly basis. I could live with that. Images of our soon-to-come adventures filled my mind as I kissed her goodbye on her way to college. I couldn't even begin to imagine the reality that lay ahead. It was almost a month before I saw her again. We both had to settle in at school, get a feel for the heavy dose of academic reality that washed over all college freshman, and begin to sample the absolute freedom of living away from our parents. That was OK with me. I wanted to experience the whole gamut of college life. It didn't hurt that I wound up sitting next to a delicious-looking little blue-eyed blonde in my cultural anthropology class. Her name was Jan. We had already established the habit of sitting out on the grass on the campus Quad after class and talking over class, campus life, and sex. The latter emerging as our favorite topic of conversation. Jan had already been on campus for a month, practicing her varsity cheerleading routines and had met most of the football team, which had also arrived early to start pre-season practices. We became very good friends very quickly and often got together to study anthro and talk about our new phase of life, with its freedoms and responsibilities. Our anthro class had the innate quality of providing a window of understanding into our culture and giving us the tools to rethink the lives that our parents had laid out for us. On that topic, Jan had said, "I have a boyfriend who goes to another school. He's so afraid that I'll get pregnant, he simply won't fuck me." She smiled and said, "How do you like my new vocabulary? I would never have used that word until I came to school. It seemed so dirty when I was in high school. Now, it seems dirty AND EROTIC! Anyway, I wanted to fuck, but he didn't . . . . Well, let me rephrase that. Of course he wanted to fuck me, but he wouldn't. He wanted to wait until we got married. He is the love of my life, and I'm certain we will get married someday, but I have some things I want to get done in college, and those things don't include being celibate. "So, as soon as I got here, I went to the school clinic and got some birth control pills, and I managed got nailed the first week of cheerleader practice by the first-string running back on the football team. He had absolutely no qualms about fucking me, and he already had a girl friend, so he wasn't looking for a serious relationship. He was content with a nice little piece of ass, and I was anxious to be just that: a nice little piece of ass, with no complicating entanglements. To make it even better, he was experienced! He knew exactly where my buttons were, and he touched them in just the right way. I'd wager that not many girls cum during their first fuck, but I did. It was great. Since then, I've been fucked by two more football players, and the school's star basketball player, who also arrived early to get in some gym time. Now, that guy had a cock!" Trying to hide my thumping heart beat and burgeoning hard-on, I managed to compose myself enough to say, "Uh, my my. You've been a busy girl." She laughed and said,"Yeh, in the old days, they would have called me nymphomaniac. Now, they just call me a college girl." In a clumsy attempt to pursue more detail in our conversation, I said, "You said your running back friend was good in bed. Well, I happen to have a girlfriend who is a virgin, and I would like to make it good for her the first time we make love. Would you mind sharing a few details?" Shaking her head and smiling, Jan said, "Sure, James, I'll share some details with you. Better yet, why don't you come over to my dorm room tonight, and I'll show you. My roommate is always happy to give me some privacy, as long as I return the favor from time to time." I had to ask, "Are you serious? I mean, we haven't as much as held hands, and you're willing to teach me how to fuck you?" "Look," she said, "We're already good friends, and I think we may be good friends for a long time. Furthermore, we both have very serious significant others, so we probably don't have to worry about long-term complications. And I think I know enough about you that I won't have to worry about diseases. As far as I'm concerned, we could stay friends forever, and how convenient would that be? We could both have on ongoing opportunity for occasional clandestine fucks for the rest of our lives." She looked around. "Would you like a preview?" she asked. "I have really great tits: 32 Ds and almost no droop." She discreetly undid four buttons in her blouse, then slid her hand in and pulled one side of her bra up off her tit. Then she cupped her tit in her hand and pointed her nipple right at me. She held that pose for about ten seconds, then discreetly put things back into place and buttoned up. Her tit was almost white, and the quarter-sized nipple was a light pink: not a huge contrast but very delicate and appealing nevertheless. "That's all you get for now. Come by my room tonight about 10:00, and I'll show you the rest." Then she got up and hurried off to her next class, her tight little ass swinging as she walked. I have to admit: I didn't get much studying done that day, and it took a great effort to keep my hands off my cock until 10:00 P.M., but I managed. I had to. I felt obligated to give Jan my best. She met me at her room dressed in a short, low-cut white nightie and obviously no bra. The top of the nightie was nicely filled out, and the bottom came to about two inches from where her panties would end, but there was no evidence of any panties. I thought I could discern a faint v-shaped patch. She leaned against me, stood on her toes and kissed me. I wasn't used to getting tit on the first date, but sometimes I did, if I were persistent. But this time, I abandoned caution and grasped her left tit in my right hand. She just squeezed harder against me, as I explored her surprisingly large tit for such a small girl. Emboldened by her response -- or lack of one -- I slipped my hand down the top of her nightie and took her right tit in my right hand, squeezing and quickly finding her nipple, which was already getting hard. She stopped kissing me and pushed herself slightly away. Smiling up at me, she said, "What'd I tell you. Pretty nice tits, eh?" Without removing my hand from her tit, I said, "I didn't know you were from Canada." "Yeh," she answered. "Southeast British Columbia. "How'd you know?" "It's your bum, I think. That looks like a Canadian bum." She laughed and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her ass in the mirror. "So what does a Canadian bum look like?" She asked. "Oh, you know: It's a bum that's on a girl who says, 'eh?'" I removed my hand from her tit and reached for the bottom of her nightie. Pulling the hem upward, I felt the bare skin on her thigh, then quickly moved to her pussy. She moved her legs slightly apart and said, "Go ahead. Check out my pussy." I slid my middle finger to her slit and traced the groove up to her clit. When I touched it, she trembled slightly but didn't pull away. Instead, she unzipped my pants and reached inside my shorts to get my already hard cock out into the open. "Oooh," she said. "The naughty boy is already hard, eh? I didn't bother to tell her the "naughty boy" had been hard almost continually since we parted company earlier in the day. As I began a slow spiral stimulation, she stood on her toes and tried to spread her legs a little wider. It gave me enough room to get my finger in about three inches. "Oooh, I said. "The naughty girl is already wet. We shouldn't keep her waiting, eh?" "Absolutely not!" She tightened her grasp on my cock and led me to the bed. "Strip," she commanded, as she lifted her nightie off and tossed it onto the floor. Then she lay down on the bed and spread her legs, while cupping her hands over her pussy. It occurred to me that Sarah would never do that, but I wished she would. I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed between her legs, as she spread them wide to accommodate me. I reached for her, but she halted me with the palm of one hand, as she uncovered her pussy. She had a narrow blonde strip of hair above her cunt. "Look at my pussy and tell me what it suggests to you?" I smiled and said, "It suggests that you're either a natural blonde, or you're good at cosmetics, eh?' "Ding ding ding," she sang. "You're the winner. Now, you get to plow the patch. Fuck me!" I moved closer, and she took my cock in one hand and spread her pussy with the other hand. She briefly rubbed the end of my cock on her clit and said, "Usually, this is where you start, but today I'm in a hurry." She pulled my cock to the opening of her pussy and said, "It's a little dry on the outside, but it's plenty lubricated on the inside. Just push. It will go." I pushed, but it wouldn't go. She reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy wider. "Try again." I pushed, as she spread and wiggled her ass. Suddenly, I was in far enough that the ample inside lubrication took over, and my cocked slipped halfway in. She gave a little sigh. "That's what I like," she said. "There's nothing like initial entry. I look forward to it every time." She looked at me and smiled. "Isn't it great fucking a sexy, gorgeous, natural blonde cheerleader with great tits and a natural blonde bush?" I didn't say a thing. I was concentrating on the task at hand, and I was worried about how long I would last. She grabbed her legs under the knees and pulled wider. "Now, give me the rest," she said. "All at once." I pushed hard and hit bottom. "Stop!" she said. I like to savor this part." So I held my position, as she pulled me down and kissed me. "There," she said. "I kissed you. I usually don't do that. I usually keep it to just fucking, but this proves you're special. You will get to fuck me again. That's not true for most of my partners. Now, there's something else you should know. My tits are very sensitive. I want you to play with them a lot. Whether you're fucking me, making out with me, or just copping an occasional subtle feel, please do not neglect my tits. Someday, when you're titty fucking me, I want to have an orgasm. I think I can do it." Somehow, I felt I could comply with that request, especially when it pertained to fucking a sexy, gorgeous, natural blonde cheerleader with great tits and a natural blonde bush? I took a tit in each hand and started a slow in and out. Her pussy was tight but well-lubricated, so I increased the pace. Then, I was pounding her, harder and harder. She watched my cock disappearing then reappearing for awhile while meeting my cock with her own pelvic thursts. She could give as well as receive. Then, she said flippantly, "My turn on top." We rolled over, and she grasped a tit in each hand. "These will provide a show for you," she said. "Even if you live long enough to graduate from college, you probably won't see another set of tits like this bouncing around as a girl drills herself from the top." She smiled as I reached for her tits. I would watch them bounce soon, but for now, I just wanted to play with these extraordinary mammaries. She pushed her ass up in the air as my cock slid almost completely out of her cunt. When it got to the very tip, she slammed down hard again, then ground hard against my pelvis. As she ground her hips, her clit rubbed against my pelvic area. She kept my cock and herself stimulated even while she was fully penetrated. Then, she pushed my hands away from her tits and started bouncing up and down on my cock. Her tits darted in every direction, sometimes working against each other. Other times in sequence, but regardless of the action, the combination of the her tight pussy riding my cock and those glorious tits bouncing around were too much for me. I shot my wad full into her cunt. She recognized my dilemma immediately and slowed to a halt after a dozen or so more strokes. Leaving my cock in her pussy, she leaned forward, gave me another kiss and said, "It's OK. You lasted longer than I expected, and you will get better as you get used to me. You can finish me off with your fingers this time. But I expect you to get better. I'm an orgasmic girl, and I want to have an orgasm every time, so you have to promise to work on getting me off in the future, eh?" She lifted herself off my modestly diminished cock and walked over to a shelf, where she flicked off a video camera that had recorded everything we had done. "It's for posterity," she said. "Next time, we'll get some closeups. Someday, after you're married and the sex is beginning to get too predictable, you can show them to your wife. It will liven things up a bit. She will be impressed by what a classy chick you were nailing on a regular basis in college." Then, she walked back over to the bed. "Now, finish me off," She said. ----------------------------------------------- SARAH'S RECOUNTING OF THE EARLY COLLEGE YEARS: I was free! After an early lifetime of being controlled by my loving but strict parents, I was now on my own -- completely on my own. I was a bit daunting but also very exciting. I would be making decisions for myself, now, and I wanted to have fun, but I also wanted to be prudent -- except when James came to visit. Then, I would be anything but prudent. I was still so much a virgin that, frankly, it was disgusting. I had finally allowed James to get his hands on my tits, but when he tried to get his hand into my panties, I had inexplicably stopped him. The specter of my parents' influence was just too much to overcome while I was at home. James and Sarah: College Adventures But, now, I wasn't home anymore. I got butterflies in my stomach when I thought about James's first visit. I was determined to have his cock inside me before he got his coat off. Unfortunately, as it turned out, that wouldn't be for another month. In the meantime, I would attend class and be the best student I could be -- and, unfortunately remain the virginal maiden. As I dressed for the first day of classes, I reached for my bra, then pulled back. "What the Hell," I muttered. "This is my first day of college. I'm free. Why should I wear a bra?" So I didn't. I didn't really need one: my tits were not overly large and didn't sag in the least, and I could walk out the door without my father patting me on the back to confirm the presence of a bra before leaving the house. Hell, I would just go without a bra, today, and I would use the word "tits" if I wanted to. When I reached for a top, my hand pulled out a white cotton tank top that fit loosely both on top and bottom; it left a gap of about four inches of skin above my short denim skirt. It felt a little breezy, and if I looked closely enough, I could see the hint of a couple of dark, hard nipples faintly peeking through the thin material of my blouse. It didn't matter. It was so faint that only I could see them -- probably. My first class was French, and I took a seat in the front row. Professor Trudeau was an engaging fortyish man with long, flowing prematurely white hair. He gave me a disarming smile and glanced between my legs. I realized that I had inexplicably left my legs slightly apart, but instead of acting like an immature prima donna by closing them, I left them as they were. After all, I had on panties. Still smiling, Professor Trudeau strolled casually my way until he was standing directly over me, looking down -- right through the gap in my halter top. I felt my face heat up with excitement. I wondered if he could see my nipples. If so, he was only the second man to do so. He said, "Welcome to my class on your first day of college. Isn't it nice to be in an environment where you can make your own decisions? Amazing, I thought, he's already working to get into my pants. Men are all the same, regardless of their age or standing. But I said nothing. He bent down and whispered in my ear, "You're a lucky girl. I've picked you as my first-day-of-school virgin." Then he straightened up and said, "Come by my office at Maison Francais after your last class, today. I want to help you get off on the right track at college." He put a slight emphasis on the words "get off." Fat chance, I thought, as I squeezed my legs together and pulled my halter top closer to my body. He doesn't really think I would come to his office. He didn't actually say it, but he hinted he wanted to fuck me. How pretentious and arrogant can you get? No way am I going to his office today or any other day. What a joke. He thinks he's going to fuck me -- on my first day of school, yet. Ha! After my last class for the day, I found my legs taking me to Dr. Trudeau's office. I don't know why I was going in that direction. I knew he wasn't going to lay a hand on me, much less fuck me, but I guess I felt compelled to show the arrogant bastard who was actually in charge of our relationship. What "relationship?" What made me say that word? There would be no relationship. I located Maison Francais along the east side of the campus Quad and ventured inside. The door to Dr. Trudeau's office was open when I arrived, and I could see a student who seemed to be slightly older than I, bending over his desk, seemingly in deep conversation. Dr. Trudeau's eyes were not looking at her face, and I saw why when when she turned around, I could see that she was wearing a low-cut top, and the jiggle in her tits as she walked suggested that she was wearing no bra. As she walked by me, she gave me a knowing smile and said, "Hi. I'm Molly." Nodding her head toward Dr Trudeau. She continued, "He still likes to see my tits every once in awhile, so I come in periodically and give him a nice, long look at them. Sometimes he feels them, sometimes he doesn't. Depends on his mood. I get an "A" in his class every semester." She stopped and looked me in the eye and said, "I was last year's fist-day virgin. You are this year's sacrifice. Congratulations. He's really good: the perfect man for your first time. But beware. After he fucks you today, he will lose most of his interest in you. Then, he will lay you only infrequently. Never fear, though. He's really good at setting you up with other guys that are only too happy to nail naive but juicy coeds. Last year, he set me up with the quarterback on the football team. We've been lovers ever since. I would never marry the self-centered asshole, but he's good with his dick." She then walked out, giving a short wave over her shoulder at Dr. Trudeau. I started to walk away, but Dr. Trudeau's soft, firm voice froze me. "Come in," he said. "It's good to see you. I'm glad you came." My mind had me walking out the door, but my legs took me inside. Trudeau smiled and said, "Please lock the door. We need some privacy." Mechanically, I locked the door, then turned back toward the professor. As I did so, I noticed a bed along the side wall of his office. Almost apologetically, he said, "The official justification for the bed is so I can sleep here when I work late, but the real reason is to make it convenient for seducing coeds. We'll try it out in a little bit, but for now, please come come over here where we can establish an intimate rapport." He was smiling and seemed like the gentlest, kindest, most benevolent older man I had ever met. "Oh," he said. "Feel free to leave anytime you want. I suspect, however, that you will be glad you stayed. I can teach you things you would never learn from a younger man. I can push all the right buttons. "And whether you know it or not, you are ripe and ready. Your clothing and the carelessness of leaving that gap between your legs in my classroom was a classic freshman giveaway. You are ready to explore your sexuality, but your boyfriend is not here. Am I right?" I didn't say anything, but I also didn't move. He reached out, putting a hand on each hip and pulled me closer. Surprisingly, I willingly stepped forward. "I'm leaving," I said. But I didn't move. He put his fingers under the bottom of my halter top and started pulling it up, as he said, "You were right. I did see your nipples earlier in my classroom, but I want to see them again. I really like tits, especially well-shaped, smallish ones like yours. Here, hold this up." I took control of my top and held it up, well above my tits. "Do you mind if I taste these delicious-looking little nipples." "Uh," I protested. "Nobody's ever done that to me, not even James." Then I leaned forward and put my left nipple into his mouth." He gently explored the contours of my breast with his mouth, as the flush returned to my face and chest. My breathing got more uneven as I pushed harder toward his mouth. Then, I pulled away. "I've always wanted to do this," I said, as I held my top up with my left hand, I took my right breast in my hand and and offered it to him as a gift, giving it the slightest giggle before feeding it into his mouth. My breathing got shorter, as I pushed my tit harder into him. His hands moved to the bottom of my skirt and slowly began sliding it upward. No No, my mind screamed as I felt the bottom of the skirt clear my hips on the way up. No, I can't! But I didn't stop him. I just pushed my tit harder against his mouth and let the skirt rise up to my waist. But it was OK. I still had my panties on. They would protect me. Nothing can penetrate my pussy while my panties are protecting me. He let go of my tit with his mouth and pushed himself back. Then he took one of my hands and moved it to the hem of my skirt. "Hold this up," was all he said. Again, my body overruled the directions from my brain and took hold of the skirt. There I was, standing in front of a man I barely knew, completely exposing my tits, but feeling somewhat secure by the protection of my panties. I certainly would not let him lower my panties. "You can't," I gasped. No man has ever seen my pussy. No man has ever touched my pussy. You must stop." Instead, he hooked his thumbs over the top of my panties on each side and started to tug downward. For a brief fraction of a second, I almost jerked my hands free to stop him, but just then, his soft persuasive voice said, "Don't worry. I have to do this. It's necessary. But it's OK. Don't worry. There will be no penetration whatsoever." I felt my panties slowly sliding downward until the open air touched the wet area around my crack. Then, he pulled them on down to the floor, and for some reason, I stepped out of them. Now, I was standing with my open tits pointing straight out with hard nipples and my pussy completely exposed. At least I was still standing up. If he penetrated me from this position, it would have to be with his fingers. Then he stood up, turned me around and guided me toward the bed. I knew this would mean more control by him and less by me; nevertheless, I let him push me toward the bed, then lay me down on my back. In the process, I let him slip my top off over my head. I was now completely naked, without panties, lying on my back on a bed -- with legs spread wide. I don't know why I spread them out. It just seemed to happen naturally. Dr. Trudeau left me there briefly, as he went across the room and adjusted the direction of the video camera. The video camera?? I pulled my legs together and covered my tits. "Have you been filming this?" I asked. "Have you really been filming this? I can't believe it." Talking in a soothing, confident voice, he assured me, "Trust me. This is only for you and me. You will be thankful. Someday you can show it to your husband. This will turn him on much more than professional porn." After adjusting the camera, he walked back over and sat down on the bed. His kissed me for the first time, full on the mouth. As he did so, he caressed my tits gently and lovingly. Then, he he gently removed my hands from my breasts and began tenderly kissing them. As he kissed my tits, his right hand moved down and carefully and gently began spreading my legs apart again. I don't know. It just seemed so natural. And the wider he pushed my legs, the more thrilling it felt. It was so erotic to be lying on the bed with this stranger sucking my tits and opening my most vulnerable parts to the entire world -- and a camera recording the whole thing. Would I ever have the guts to show this to James? Then a fleeting though crossed my mind: The Internet. Could I trust Trudeau not to upload it so that millions of horny men could beat off to naive, innocent little me: the ultimate virgin? Then, I couldn't help myself. I slowly spread my legs a little further. Before I realized what was happening, Dr. Trudeau got up and walked to the end of the bed, toward my feet. He had a small video camera in his hands. "You may have noticed," he said, "That I haven't touched your pussy yet. There's a good reason for that. You have an absolutely pristine pussy, and it would be a shame not to give it special attention." He grabbed me by the feet and pulled me down until my ass was just on the lower edge of the bed. "Now, grab your legs and pull your legs as far apart as you can, as I take videos." Again, a shot of electricity went through my body as he filmed. He started with a close up of my face. "Smile," said. "Your future husband will want to be sure you enjoyed your initial deflowering." I realized I was already smiling. Was I really enjoying being seduced by a complete stranger -- somebody other than James? Apparently I was. The smile gave me away. I could see him move the camera slowly from my face downward to my tits, where he stopped and did super closeups of my nipples. "Tweak your nipples," he said. "Make them hard." I did so, realizing I was smiling all the while. The camera continued downward, down, down, then stopped. Again, he zoomed in. Talking to the camera, he said,"Here is a pussy that is as virgin as it gets. No man has ever touched this pussy, not even me. Let's explore this pristine pussy. Sarah, Honey, put both your hands on your pussy." Why did he want me to cover it up? I didn't want to cover it up. I was loving revealing myself completely and unabashedly. But he didn't disappoint. Another surge of excitement went through me when he said, "Spread it, Sarah. Spread it wide." I hesitated. "Spread it," he repeated. "Don't keep your audience waiting." I thought about the audience: James, (The Internet?) Then I began to spread. At first a little, then more. Then more. "Now, put a finger inside." I did. It was the first time I had ever done that. I had played with my clit a little -- until I felt guilty, then I would stop. But I had never felt the inside of my pussy. It didn't really hurt much, then I realized it was wet, very wet. "Now put two inside. My cock is going to be in there in about a minute, so you'd better start getting your pussy ready." I knew I wasn't going to let his cock in there, or anybody else's, except for James's, but I humored him by carefully working two fingers inside. Unexpectedly, he moved to the side of the bed and pushed his pants and shorts to the floor. His cock was sticking straight out. He said, "You're lucky. Your first fuck is going to be from a slightly bigger cock than average -- seven inches -- but it will be administered by a master, so there will mostly likely be only a minimum of pain, then you'll be so into the fucking that the pain will turn into something that feels really good. "But we have to prepare things properly." "He moved closer and moved his cock towards my face. We don't have the time, right now, to teach you how to do a proper blowjob, so for now, just take it into your mouth and get it good and wet with saliva. No teeth." Well, he wasn't going to stick that ugly thing into my pussy, but I would humor him by providing a little saliva. She took his cock into her mouth and immediately gagged. But she persevered and eventually she got him good and wet. He then handed her the camera and said, "Here, I want you to record your own first fuck. Just push this button for . . . ." "I know how to operate a camera," I said. "I'm not a complete idiot." So I took the camera as he moved back between my legs. You can start now. Make sure you get a good "before" shot of my cock, then every step along the way until we get complete penetration. I started the camera and pointed it between my tits toward his cock. I zoomed out a bit, so I could get my tits from my perspective then my small patch of hair above my cunt. Then, I zoomed in again. He put his cock millimeters from my pussy and said, "OK, are you ready?" "No," I said. "I didn't give you permission to penetrate me." Undaunted, he said, "OK. No penetration, but lets get some videos anyway. Is it all right if I just rub up and down your pussy?" I thought about that for a moment, then said, "That sounds OK to me. I do want some kind of contact, even if it's not the fuck you want." He started rubbing his cock in my groove, but it wasn't what I expected it to be. Every time he slid his cock back and forth, one of those famous electric shocks passed through me when the tip of his cock bumped over my clit. I knew about my clit. I had been sensitive to it all my life, and I couldn't help making occasional visits to it with my fingers through the years, but guilt always made me stop. Dr. Trudeau had no such guilt. Now, he had stopped sliding and was focusing on my clit with short but vigorous strokes up and down and in circles, then back and forth. I was having sensations I'd never experienced before. I was having trouble keeping track of the camera. "Mmmm," he said. "You're starting to produce plenty of your own lubrication. Do you mind if I just dip the tip of my cock a little ways in to re-lubricate it?" I was having trouble focusing. "Uh, yeh," I said. "I guess it's all right. But be careful. Remember: no penetration." So, Dr. Trudeau moved the head of his cock right to the opening to my pussy and started pushing slightly, but he knew what he was doing. He kept his thumb right on my clit and continued a vigorous action going there while he continued to apply moderate pressure at the opening of my cunt. As he knew I would, I began moving my hips to the rhythm of his thumb. As his rubbing increased my hip movement increased, and I began pushing back against his cock. I could feel the pressure and some pain, but I couldn't resist matching his ministrations. He held steady pressure at my opening with his cock while I got more and more athletic with my reactions. Suddenly, I felt a shart pain that quickly subsided and I looked down at my pussy. The tip of Dr. Trudeau's cock had disappeared, along with another inch of his cock. I was penetrated, just as Dr. Trudeau had planned and as I no doubt had secretly hoped would happen. It wasn't James's cock, but it was a cock, and it was so exciting that I wanted to complete the act. Oh how I wanted to complete the act. Surely. James would forgive me for letting another man get his cock inside me before he did. Meanwhile, Dr. Trudeau hadn't eased up on the stimulation of my clit. "Oh shit!" I sighed. "What the Hell. Fuck me. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Make me cum." "OK," he said. "Let's finish the closeup filming and get on with the fucking." While continuing to work my clit, he gently pushed in another inch and began narrating for the camera. "Remember. This is a pristine cunt. Every inch you see my cock penetrate is the most this pussy has ever been penetrated. Keep that in mind, as I complete the first penetration. He pulled back, revealing a small amount of blood on the end of his cock. Then he pushed back again, this time half way. Then he pulled back again and slowly reentered me. Frustrated, I set the camera between my tits, grabbed him by the ass and pulled hard. He sank the rest of the way in. It was done.. Regardless of what else we did today, my virginity was gone. I was fully penetrated. Fucked by a virtual stranger. A really easy piece of ass, really, but happy. In retrospect, I knew that I had been ready, and I had happened onto this self-serving, arrogant, insensitive bastard just at the right time -- for him and for me. Now, it was time to finish things off, time for me to take charge. I surprised my partner by putting my arms around him and rolling him over onto his back, without ever losing penetration. "Time for you to take the pictures," I said, as I handed him the camera. Get some closeups of the reentry, then move to my face -- I'll give you a nice smile -- then zoom back out enough to get my bouncing tits. James will love that when I finally decide to show him the video." While straddling Trudeau, I lifted my pussy up and grabbed his cock. It was weird but strangely natural to be holding a cock in my hand. I had never done it before, not even with James. I gave his cock several strokes up and down; he was plenty hard. So, I set the tip at the opening of my cunt and said, "Don't miss this." As he filmed, I pushed down hard, seeking total penetration in one thrust, but I guess I was too tight. His cock stopped halfway in. I pulled back, all the way out, then repositioned him again at my entrance. I came down hard again. This time his cock completely disappeared. Sure it hurt, but it was also such a satisfying feeling that I just let things rest for several seconds while Dr. Trudeau moved the camera to my face. I smiled again and said, "Well, James. Your sweet little Thai girlfriend with the perky tits, round ass, and dorky glasses, has her pussy filled with cock -- and is just loving it. It's not your cock, but someday I will show you the video, and hopefully it will make your cock hard too. Now, watch; I will perform for you." James and Sarah: College Adventures Trudeau returned the angle of the camera toward my cunt, as I lifted again. I pushed down hard. This time, one thrust did it. I was impaled again. I lifted again, then down again. Then up, then down. We were developing a rhythm, as the camera caught the action of my pussy being repeatedly penetrated, which evolved into a pounding. At the bottom of each thrust, my pussy pounded down hard, and I could feel that we were using all of he space in my cunt. He was filling me up to the hilt each time. He moved the camera to my face. My expression changed from a smile to intense concentration. I was already learning that if I angled my cunt just right, his cock would rub against my clit -- and Omigod, did that ever highlight the sensation! I could feel something building inside me, something I had never felt before. I pounded down faster and harder, as I kept my clit in contact with his shaft. He was now filming my focused face and my vigorously bouncing tits. I later realized James would love this part, but I was focused on pursuing the feeling that was taking over my body. As I pounded, Dr. Trudeau filmed and didn't betray me by cumming too soon. "Don't stop," he urged. "Keep working hard!" I came down hard several more times, then my thrusting slowed down into a series of overwhelmingly intense shudders, finally settling down full on his cock. "Good girl," said Dr. Trudeau. "You managed an orgasm on your very first fuck. That's only possible when you're completely comfortable with who you are and what you're doing. You seem to be completely at ease, sitting there across me with your pussy completely filled with a stranger's cock. Congratulations. You've already arrived at a place that some women never achieve in their lifetimes. By the way, do you mind if I get off now?" "Oh, sorry. I guess I kinda forgot about you. Go ahead and finish yourself off." He turned me over onto my back, spread my legs and put his cock in my hand. "I like to get a girl's consent," he said. "So you're in charge of my cock. Do what you want with it." I wasn't going to renege on him now. He had done a good job of allowing me to explore my sexuality, and I wasn't about to shut him down now. I took his cock and pulled it to my pussy. He slipped in easily and began pumping. I lay back with my hands behind my head and let him go. It took only a minute or so, and his cock was convulsing in my pussy. I was OK with that. I didn't want my first fuck to be diminished by a condom. I had finished my period the day before, so while bareback is always risky, the timing was a good as it gets. He lay down on top of me and fully relaxed for about a minute, then pulled back. I looked at his cock as he pulled it out. It was already beginning to soften, but it was wet with a combination of my juices, his juices, and a little blood. I grabbed the camera and shot some footage of the quickly receding cock that had nailed me on my very first day of college. Then I handed him the camera and spread my legs wide, as he filmed my still soft and swollen cunt, while a bead of cum worked it's way to the entrance. I was finally realizing that it was the very thing my mind had subconsciously planned. I couldn't wait to share it with James -- but not right away. I would have to introduce him to watching porn. Then as our relationship matured, I would surprise him with this video -- and perhaps some others. As I lay there, enjoying being naked in front of a man, I said, "Thanks for the great fuck," Dr. Trudeau. "Now, can you point me towards a guy with a really big cock?" "As it happens, I do know such a guy. He's the captain of the basketball team." Hmmm. Maybe I would have more than one video to show James. I should have time for more exploration before Jame's first visit. I was already wondering how a really big cock would feel.