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My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 01

By: kauen



(Authors Note. First things first this is my first story so go easy on me. Second this is hopefully the first part of a short series. I didn't want to write a rushed story instead I prefer one with atmosphere and some depth and a lot of build-up but likewise I didn't want a huge story so instead decided to split it into parts. Not much happens in this first part except some background and setting so if you are looking for something quick you can skip to a later chapter or look for something else but I promise things will get a lot more "interesting" in future instalments. Thanks) 




Hello, my name is Emily and right now I'm lying in my bed, one hand tenderly caressing my breasts under my t shirt, the other playfully tugging at the waistband of my jeans trying to gain access to the dripping wet folds concealed within my panties, all the while I'm thinking of the boy who is probably laying less than a meter away from me albeit separated by our dorm room walls. 

Woah maybe I should back up a bit, bring you up to speed? As I said my name is Emily, Emily Watkins and my story begins a couple of months back when I started my freshman year at college.

First a little bit about me. I'm not exactly the most outgoing girl but I wouldn't say I'm particularly shy either, I mean I used to be but I'd be lying if I said my confidence didn't receive a boost in the last year or so when I found out that, well, I suppose you could say I'm pretty hot. I always thought of myself as just average looking but in my last year of high school several events occurred that suggested otherwise. I won't bore you with the details as most of it was pretty insignificant just the odd comment from a girl saying that they wished they looked like me, the stares I noticed I attracted from my male classmates (and some of the girls too) and of course that fateful night at my friend Kate's 18th Birthday party when Mr Mega Jock Uber Tool captain of the football team tells me that if he wasn't dating Miss Super Bitch Head Cheerleader he'd "so totally do me"

I mean I suppose it came down to self-confidence because looking at me I suppose there is nothing to be ashamed about. My shoulder length light brown hair frames my fair skinned face ("with cheekbones that should be on the cover of Vogue" as my friend Kate would often say). My mother always said she loved my deep green eyes (which I confess are kinda cute). I've always been athletic and this has given me a great body, I particularly like my toned, flat stomach but I always receive quite a few stares thanks to my tight little butt. I'm pretty tall for a girl and have the long lustrous legs that come with it and to top it all off I have a pair of perky C cup breasts. Yet despite all this, despite what friends tell me I just don't see myself as anything particularly special. I mean there are definitely women prettier than me out there I've certainly always prided my brains over my body but I'm pretty sure you don't care about my grade point average...

Anywho back to the story, I was moving into my dorm (a mixed gender dorm that thankfully gave each student their own room, a pokey little room mind you but at least I had four walls and a lockable door to gain some privacy should I wish) and since it was the first day moving into the dorm everyone seemed excited and anxious to meet people. There were nine other rooms on my floor and when I arrived I found a small group of students waiting to greet me. Seven of the ten students on my floor had already moved in and they were waiting in our little communal area to greet their new neighbours (I would later find out this was the plan of Hannah, the girl in the room next to mine who I would quickly become great friends with) While playing meet and greet with my new neighbours another girl arrived and was dragged into the excitable mass of hugs, names and introductions granting me a moment of respite. 

So we were just waiting for one other student who I deduced would probably be another guy since there were six of us girls and only three boys and I assumed the faculty would maintain some degree of balance in a mixed gender dorm. 

You might be getting the impression so far that I'm not a particularly sexual person. Well that's not entirely true, I mean I'm no nymphomaniac but I'd had a couple of boyfriends who I'd slept with in high school and I'm open enough to admit I regularly masturbate. Why am I telling you this now? Well it would figure that as soon as my own thoughts turned a little bit sexual things became A LOT more sexual in the real world. After the meet and greet session there was a brief lull in the conversation and I took the time to examine my male dorm mates to see if it was worth "getting to know them better" Now I hate to sound shallow but one of the guys Frank did nothing for me, the guy was clearly an absolute sweetheart and we would become great friends over the coming months but I just didn't see him that way. Kyle was kinda cute but his mannerisms ad persona told me immediately that he was probably gay (feminine intuition would later prove correct) so that left me with Adrian. He was also a handsome fella and I could definitely see myself being interested if he turned out to be a nice guy...

Before my thoughts could become any more lurid though Hannah broke me from my reverie and suggested that I go get settled in and perhaps starts unpacking since the group had pounced upon me the moment I walked through the door, luggage still in hand. It wasn't long after I entered my room and begin to unpack that I heard Hannah's over excited squeals from the hallway, a tell-tale sign our final dorm mate had arrived. I felt I had to be a part of this ritual so I left my room and approached my fellow students.

It was here that I first laid eyes on Tom...

Now I know what you're thinking, love at first sight? Or perhaps something much more sexual and animalistic like I saw him he was absolutely gorgeous and I instantly drenched my panties and right there I pounced upon him and became infatuated with him ever since? Well not quite, this is real life after all and things don't quite work that way.

I admit I was very attracted to Tom the first time I saw him and while no drenching occurred I did get a slight tingling down below upon laying eyes on him. He had perfect chiselled looks (Kates line about cheekbones and Vogue immediately came to mind) piercing icy blue eyes and dark brown hair styled perfectly to accentuate his good looks. Truth be told I didn't have much to go on regarding his body type because he was wearing a thick winter coat (it was an unseasonably cold day outside) All I knew was that he was a really tall guy, 6,4 or 6,5 which I liked what with being a tall girl myself. From the information that I had to go on he was probably the most attractive guy on the floor but I was still impressed with Adrian and was eager to get to know both. 

After exchanging pleasantries it was agreed (again at the behest of Hannah) that we would all go out that night to get to know each other more. I was eager to get to know my neighbours (no not just the boys) and was excited for the evening ahead. Now don't ask me how but apparently the college's main rec area was "unofficially" converted into a bar, and with a lax approach to identification and age restrictions it is apparently THE place to go for those new to the college. The night went as you would expect any drunken college night out to go, people drank, danced, drank some more, started playing stupid drinking games, became violently ill, the usual. The only reason I mention it was because my opinion of Adrian took a pretty big hit when I realised he was a pretty mean drunk and was being fairly disrespectful to everyone around him. The other highlight of the night was I got to know Tom a lot better.

When we all met up on our floors communal area at the start of the night I was again struck by Toms good looks in fact his grooming routine clearly worked because he actually looked even better (if such a thing were even possible) also with his winter coat removed I could see he was in really good shape. A muscular guy, broad shoulders, athletic but not too beefed up, just how I liked it. 

Over the course of the night we chatted a lot, he was funny, charming and at one point late in the night when some other guy who had clearly drank too much (wearing of all things a red beret!!!???) was getting a little bit too friendly with me Tom was quick to intervene when my protests were ignored and got the guy to back off.

It was probably the alcohol but my thoughts were suddenly filled with images of Tom in shining armour riding a white stallion...I'm sure there was a metaphor in there somewhere.

"Thanks for that" I managed to garble. Why did I feel so light headed all of a sudden?

"Its fine, people really need to learn when to back off" he shot a menacing glare in the general direction of red beret "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Its fine, just drunken douchbags, not the first time I've had to deal with them and it probably one be the last" God! Why was I blushing so much? 

It was in this brief lull in the conversation that Tom was upon me, he had is arms wrapped around me pulling me into a tight embrace with his lips planted firmly but tenderly against mine. I got over my initial shock and was soon enthusiastically kissing him back. Rubbing my arms up along his shoulders, fingers caressing the firm muscles through the fabric of his shirt, I melting in his strong embrace, intoxicated by his kiss. As his hands ran down my back and his tongue probed deeper into my mouth, just as I was really getting into it he pulled away. Leaving me whimpering at the loss of his touch, wishing more than anything we could carry on.

"I'm sorry" he said ruffling his hair "here I am moaning about guys needing to back of and then I pull that off on you" he looks momentarily quite anxious perhaps trying to determine my response. "I mean I'm drunk, your gorgeous I don't know what came over me..."

He looked extremely nervous and then I realise my expression was probably not helping, one of immense disappointment and sadness not at him having kissed me but of him stopping. I figured without him being able to read my mind there was really only one way he could interpret my expression. I tried to mutter something about me wanting him to continue but a combination of my own nerves, and the loud music meant my feeble utterings were lost and he carried on

"Seriously Emily I wouldn't blame you for thinking I'm a total hypocrite but I..." he trailed off waiting for my reaction.

"I...err..." KISS HIM YOU IDIOT!!! My brain clearly had an opinion on the matter.

"Its fine" I managed with a faint smile mustering all my ability to feign my disappointment in myself. He visibly relaxed and returned said smile to me.

"Great but err we should probably gather everyone up and head back, I mean I think Frank passed out a while ago, Kyle had to take him back to the dorm, the girls are in the bathroom, pretty sure most of them are throwing up" he sighs in exasperation "And it looks like Adrian is about to get into a fight with the guy who tried to grope you earlier" 

Sure enough I turned around to find Adrian and red beret squaring off, faces inches from each other looking incredibly angry.

"You go get the girls I'll fetch Adrian before he hurts himself" Tom said with a grin on his face.

Upon entering the girls bathroom sure enough all four cubicles were occupied with the unmistakable sounds of one who has drank too much and is starting to regret it while Hannah was at the mirror re-applying her make up while teasing her inebriated friends. 

"Bunch of light weights, you especially Sam I mean what did you drink exactly, two beers?"

Soon we were back in our dorm. The totally wasted amongst us put to bed leaving just me and Tom outside the door to my room.

"Oh look at that next door neighbours" he said while pointing to the door to the left of mine "I didn't even realise until now" For some reason the knowledge that Tom was in the dorm next to me made me extremely happy.

"Yeah well here I am" pointing moronically at my door acutely aware of how much of a goof I probably looked. I found myself painfully aware that I wanted him to kiss me again, to sweep me up in his arms, throw me onto the bed and then fuck me hard for what remained of the night. While these thoughts certainly excited me they were like the thoughts of another woman, "It's the drink" I told myself.

However much my thoughts pondered the subject though Tom didn't make any further advances. Instead all I got was a hug (which I relished) and a "Yeah it was really great meeting you" before he departed to his own room. I stood there wistfully looking at the cheap wood panelled door for longer than I probably should have (good thing nobody saw) before departing to own room where I flopped onto the bed in the dress I had been wearing that night and went to sleep feeling exhausted (from the dancing) dizzy (from the alcohol) and horny (from you know who)

My last thoughts before drifting off were that tonight had been a weird one but it was all because of the alcohol and the excitement of meeting new people, I'd behave normally in the morning. 

Oh how wrong I was, how little I knew that my lust for Tom would only grow stronger. 

To be continued...

My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 02



I woke up feeling groggy from last night's drinking, the dull thud in my brain and dryness in my throat symptoms of a minor yet still unpleasant hangover. However I also had something or rather someone on my mind. My dreams had been filled with fantasies of the boy I met just yesterday, my college dorm mate Tom. I'd hoped that yesterday's infatuation with him had been a symptom of drinking and excitement for my first day at college, but no, those hypnotic eyes, that wry smile, his broad shoulders seemed just as appealing now as they did then. 

"Get a grip girl!!" I shook my head angrily (immediately regretting it due to the feelings of nausea it induced) and reassured myself that this was nothing but a stupid yet harmless crush. If something happened between me and Tom great if not well life goes on. 

Feeling a little perked up by my pep talk I got up, changed out of last night's dress (which I had been too exhausted to change out of the night before) and emerged into the dormitory hallway to see who else had stirred from last night's revelries. The dorm was quiet except for Hannah (the girl in the room to my right) humming merrily while cleaning up her breakfast dishes. Figures she would be fine this morning, she seemed like a girl who could handle her liquor.

"Hey Em, fun night last night yeah!"

"Yeah it was good" truth be told Hannah's cheery attitude and energy was somewhat contagious and just talking to her made me feel better.

"So I saw you getting friendly with Tom last night..." It was something between a question and a statement but the sly grin on Hannah's face told me her imagination had been working on overdrive all morning.

"Nothing happened between us, I mean we kissed but that's it" Just saying those words made me acutely aware of how disappointed I was with last night's events, we had just kissed but I had really wanted SO MUCH more.

"Hey nothing to be embarrassed about, guy like that I'd be all over him if he showed any interest in me, all the other girls like him, hell Kyle has the hots for him, oh yeah I assume you figured he was gay?" 

"What? Yeah I kinda guessed about Kyle but really Hannah nothing happened between me and Tom" I never was one for gossip least of all about myself and something about the way Hannah spoke told me she was a little bit jealous which genuinely surprised me since Hannah was pretty darn stunning. With her figure, wavy blond hair and adorable smile she can't have had much trouble in the male department. 

"Well shame but you should probably re-assess Em I mean the guy obviously likes you" she had that sly smile on her face again but it was softened slightly this time like she was giving serious advice rather than just teasing.

"I don't think he likes me" I actually had no idea what his thoughts where towards me but the possibility Hannah's college dorm rumour might have some truth to it certainly excited me.

"Where is Tom anyway?" I said looking hopefully around the tiny kitchen. As if he might reveal himself from one of the wall mounted cupboards.

"Oh he left just after I got up something about having to pick up the rest of his stuff from home... and no he didn't say when he'd be back" she added answering my question before I could answer it.

As it happens Tom must have spent the night at his home since he didn't return to the dorm until late the next day. So I spent nearly two days poking my head out of my room at the sound of every movement in the hallway hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom when he arrived. That night was particularly frustrating. As I laid in bed pondering his whereabouts "What if something happened to him? What if he didn't want to come back?" Again I had to scold myself for acting like a delirious schoolgirl. Nevertheless I fell asleep that night thinking of him, anxious but with a definite wetness in my panties. 

The next day was no better, I busied myself with decorating my dorm room and familiarising myself with the dorms facilities but a portion of my brain was always devoted to Tom. I still had absolutely no plan as to what I'd say to him when I saw him but I can't exactly claim I was thinking straight at the time. I just wanted to see him again. 

When he did arrive back though I was totally unprepared. It was about 11:30pm and everyone else in the dorm had retired to their rooms. I was preparing to call it a night too, I had already changed for bed into my usual night attire, a skin tight tank top (with no bra underneath naturally) and a pair of what I like to call my "pyjama panties" which are literally just panties that I like to wear to bed. Now It was only because I thought the communal areas of the dorm were empty that I decided to change before I brushed my teeth in the shared bathroom since as I've already said I'm a little shy and I tend to feel a bit exposed wearing my pyjamas, like I'm only a few steps away from nudity (which I suppose I was) Thus having crept into the bathroom and begun brushing my teeth you can imagine my shock when the bathroom door swung open behind me...

You can also probably guess who it was.

Now the arrival of Tom would have probably caused me to act a bit ditzy at the best of times but the sight before me was one of jaw dropping proportions. Tom was dressed in...well...not much. His "outfit" consisted of nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs which didn't leave much to the imagination. The boxers were struggling to hold the obvious bulge of what was either an extremely large dick or a generous amount of strategically placed stuffing. It was with horror that I noticed I was staring straight at his crotch so I quickly diverted my gaze elsewhere but the rest of the view was just as appetizing. His broad shoulders ran down to the muscular toned arms that I had so enjoyed having wrapped around me several days earlier. His pectorals almost seemed to wink at me. My eyes were drawn lower to his washboard stomach were the most perfect eight pack abs awaited, each muscle looking as if it had been carved into his stomach, resisting an urge to claw my hands down his lower torso my eyes finally rested on the muscular trunks that were his legs, strong and powerful. From what I could see every muscle was perfectly sculpted, every inch of his body perfectly proportioned, had I been asked to conjure up my dream fantasy man I doubt I would have been able to come up with something so magnificent. 

With little other choice I quickly spun my gaze back to the mirror and through a mouth full of toothpaste managed a "Hello!" I caught my reflection in the mirror, I had your typical "deer caught in headlights" eyes and my usually fair cheeks had flushed to a furious shade of pink. 

Clearly my less than subtle reaction had been noticed because Tom still hovering in the doorway quickly explained "Sorry I figured nobody would be in here, I'm (he paused to look down at his lack of clothing) obviously about to go to bed" he chuckled nervously.

I stole another glance at his body, drinking it all in. Call it animal instinct if you want but for one brief moment my eyes were again drawn below the waist as I stared at the clear outline of what was easily the biggest dick I'd ever seen. Now I'd measured my previous boyfriends for kicks and the biggest was a solid, average six inches hard. Tom looked to be a little bit bigger but he was clearly totally soft. 

I quickly turned away again, painfully aware that my nipples were rock hard and probably clearly poking through my thin tank top and I knew that the oh so familiar moistness down below would soon soak my panties. Cross armed and slightly cross legged (to the best of my abilities without looking totally weird) I turned at an angle away from Tom praying that he wouldn't catch on to the havoc he was inadvertently wrecking on me.

He clearly caught onto something because out of the corner of my eye I saw him start to back out of the doorway "Just needed to brush my teeth but I'll come back when you're done..." 

I remember briefly feeling relaxed as it dawned on me that I might have gotten away with it, my sudden sexual response gone unnoticed, he was probably just embarrassed about bursting in on me in a less than modest position, not embarrassment at him walking in basically naked and me drooling over what I saw. Thus before I could stop myself I was gesturing with my hand that it was fine for him to stay. Why was I doing this? Even if I had got away with it I could still get caught. I could already feel my panties sticking to my upper thigh as my juices totally soaked them through. 

"Great" he said flashing me a grin (and unless my eyes deceived me flashing a sneaky glance at my butt as he stood next to me at the adjacent sink and began brushing his own teeth.

"CRAP!!" My mind raced, this wasn't good I needed to get out of here and sort myself out. I suddenly found myself with immense sympathy for guys everywhere, all those jokes in the movies about guys hiding a boner and I found myself in the closest female equivalent and I was terrified. "Damn these stupid skimpy PJ's".

I quickly rushed through my routine (pretty sure I'd left a blotch of toothpaste on my lip in the process) uttered a goodnight to Tom which he acknowledged with a nod and scurried to the door. Less than innocently though I paused to throw one more glance at him from behind, briefly admired his ass which filled in his boxers nicely clearly as muscular as the rest of him (and as cliché as it sounds I suddenly found myself with a desire to take a bite out of it!!) before I took my leave and scampered down the hallway to my room and securely locked the door behind me.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins I knew that there was one thing that had to be done before I even contemplated sleep tonight. I threw myself on the bed and peeled off the absolutely sodden panties and plunged my hands down to my shaven pussy. Now I normally like to go slow at first, play with my outer lips and ease my way in to the more intense stimulation but I knew that routine would change tonight. My pussy was on fire, aching to be touched, aching for release. Upon first contact I let out a whimper, relishing the sensations that spread across my whole body. I was incredibly wet down there, wetter than at any point I can recall, my opening was literally dripping with excitement. I began running my fingers up and down the entire length of my slit, lathering my fingers as copious amounts of my wetness leaked out.

I don't know what led me to do it but I temporally withdrew my fingers form their work and examined them, coated lusciously with fluid. I then inserted one into my mouth, to taste myself. This is something I had never done before, never even thought of doing before now and here I was greedily sucking up my own juices of my fingers. "Not bad" I thought. What the hell was coming over me?

I became aware of my sensitive nipples rubbing on the fabric of my tank top clearly in need of attention too. Soon the tank top was in a pile with the panties on the floor and my breasts were exposed, one being kneaded tenderly by my left hand, while my right hand continued to explore my dripping cunt. Stroking and pinching my nipples drew a gasp and a small giggle from me. 

I then heard the unmistakable sounds of footsteps down the hall and an opening door, Tom was clearly finished and was returning to his room. My suspicions were confirmed by the creak of bedsprings which sounded like it came from right next to me. It was at this point I realised Toms bed was probably directly adjacent to mine, it would essentially be a double if it were not separated by the thin wall. I briefly considered how to proceed, I'm not exactly the "quietest" of people in these moments and looking around the room moving a few feet away to the other side of the room was hardly going to dampen the noise I feared I might make.

It didn't take much time to come to a decision though, my thoughts drifted to Tom laying near naked a few feet from me. Perhaps, that quick glance at my butt elicited feelings in him and he was now stroking his mighty cock to the thought of me? The thought of Tom and his cock was all it took for me to forego any caution and continue my quest for release. 

My fingers went back to my pussy this time finding my throbbing clit which pulsed angrily at being ignored for so long. I let out another brief moan at the first touch and had soon found a rhythm, swishing over my delicate bud in circular motions. With the image of Tom's sculpted body seared into my brain and the incredible feelings radiating from my pussy I knew it would not be very long before I came. Sure enough while my right hand still worked its magic my left stopped playing with my nipples and instead grasped the bedsheets tightly as the waves of pleasure intensified signalling the beginning of my orgasm.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced, easily my strongest orgasm (up until that point) the world around me melted, I saw stars as wave upon wave of sexual energy flowed from my feminine core, spreading right to my toes causing my muscles to contract violently. I desperately wanted to scream, to shout at the top of my lungs the feelings I was experiencing but using all my will I managed to keep it bottled up, my mouth open wide but no noise escaping until the bulk of the feelings abated and I was able to let out something between a shudder and a gasp.

Bathing in the afterglow and breathing heavily my left hand again returned to my breast and began rubbing them softly I also noticed my right hand was still rubbing up my entire opening. My fingers lightly brushed over my clit again and I felt a jolt of intense pleasure shoot through me. My clit was usually quite sore after such a workout but (while sensitive and a little tender) the feelings it was eliciting were still pretty awesome and something told me one O wasn't going to be enough for tonight.

I closed my eyes and imagined Tom's tongue dancing over my clit, the pressure started to build again, my breathing became deeper and I could tell I was well on the way to another orgasm. After some gentle rubbing I decided to get a little more intense. I inserted two fingers into my opening. They slid right in due to the copious amount of lubrication I was producing. I imagined they were Tom's fingers, caressing my insides, my moans intensified, Tom might be able to hear me but I didn't care I needed to cum again, and badly. I picked up the pace furiously finger fucking myself, relishing the feelings, bucking my hips in the air desperately trying to allow my fingers greater access. I could feel my juices sloshing around my fingers, it wouldn't be long before I came again, my breathing intensified, I was moaning with reckless abandon now, my body could hardly comprehend the pleasure...

My walls clamped down on my fingers, as each contraction brought yet another toe curling jolt of pleasure. It was taking all my willpower not to scream again but this time I couldn't keep totally quiet my moans were loud and numerous as the second orgasm crashed over me just as intense as the first. I writhed around on the bed my fingers still firmly lodged inside and a trail of my juices coating my inner thighs. 

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss I withdraw my fingers and once again proceeded to lick them clean, tasting the evidence of my orgasmic release. My thoughts turned to whether Tom had heard me. Even if by some miracle the moans hadn't travelled surely me thrashing around on the bed was something of a giveaway? Perhaps it was the afterglow but as I lay there naked I decided I didn't care whether he heard me. Well not that I didn't care but that what was done was done, he hears me masturbating so what, he didn't know I was thinking of him the whole time, it's not like I said his name at any point...did I?

Whatever the answer I decided it could wait, I was pretty worn out after two powerful orgasms and sleep beckoned me. As I laid there in the dark though waiting for sleep to find me my thoughts never left Tom, his personality, his face, his body...My pussy started tingling again and for the third night in a row I fell asleep horny. 

To be continued...



My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 03



I awoke the next morning naked and temporarily forgetful of how I ended up that way, it didn't take long though to recall the events of last night and promptly cringe. That encounter with my college dorm mate Tom in the bathroom, both of us scantily dressed and me getting extremely aroused over his near perfect body and a bulge that hinted at an extremely large dick. Me then having a very intense masturbation session in my dorm room, my thoughts never leaving the image of him in that bathroom, and then... the realisation that Tom was in the dorm next to me and he might have (probably did) hear last night's vocalisations through the thin walls. I also recall last night concluding that it was irrelevant whether he heard me or not, what the hell was I thinking? I must have been in some sort of post-orgasmic bliss state where I didn't care much about anything because this morning the risk that Tom had heard me was very real and very worrying. 

Curled up in a ball I wrapped the bedsheets around me tightly, seeking some sort of comfort from them. I tried to calm myself down. "I'm being stupid, I don't know if he heard me I just need to get up and carry on as normal"

It seemed I spent most mornings these days pondering some predicament regarding Tom and I figured that probably wasn't particularly healthy but I pushed such thoughts the back of my brain as I knew deep down that things were unlikely to change anytime soon. 

I threw the bedsheets off rose to my feet and wrapped a towel around me in preparation for a shower. I admit the thought of running to the bathroom with only a towel protecting my modesty made me uneasy, last night's events were still fresh in my mind but poking my head into the hallway all was deserted and I can happily report that I made it to the empty bathroom unnoticed where I proceeded to enter one of the shower cubicles.

With the steaming hot water running over my naked body and my lathered hands wandering all over (perhaps lingering a bit too long on my sensitive areas) you can understand when I say it didn't take many mental images of Tom's naked body and I found myself getting aroused again. "NO" I thought shaking the images out of my head, this wasn't normal I didn't like this raw animalistic sexual desire I had for Tom, truth be told it frightened me. Now I don't mean this in a sinister way but I'd always appreciated how predictable the sexual aspects of relationships were and how (for lack of a better way of putting it) us girls could use sex as a means of control. I don't mean that in a bad or manipulative way but rather it felt reassuring that whenever I was with a guy I was 99% certain he wanted sex just as much if not more than me, even from day one of a relationship you could be confident the thought had crossed the guys mind and he was probably ready to take things further, all he was waiting for was the OK from you. A lot of girls might have seen that as some kind of pressure but I never did, I always laid out boundaries early and from then on I could let the relationship go at a pace I was comfortable with knowing that basically I held all the power. I hope you understand what I mean by that. 

With Tom though this control was gone, I barely knew him and yet I desperately craved him, I couldn't help myself, it was a raw, powerful feeling deep within me and I wasn't comfortable with it in the slightest. I needed a way to extinguish this burning desire within me. The most logical solution jumped out at me immediately, I just had to make him seem less desirable, "Yeah easier said than done" but seriously nobody was perfect I just had to stop putting him on a pedestal. Hadn't I met guys like him in high school? The muscular athletic jock type who was a complete jarhead and a dick to those he thought beneath him? Well that wasn't exactly true, sure there had been a few guys like that in high school but none of them could even hope to match Tom physically, on the looks front he really was one of a kind... "STOP I'm meant to be pulling him down not building him up"

Well no matter how great his looks I'd never be into a guy that couldn't even spell his own name correctly. That argument didn't hold up to much scrutiny either though as in the few days I'd known him (only one really when you consider we didn't see each other on the second and barely spoke on the third) he'd successfully charmed me with his quick wit and used many words that I'm pretty sure would have went way over the head of your typical jock. I couldn't put a definite measurement on his intelligence but a jarhead he clearly was not.

Well then that confirms it, the guy must be an asshole. Nobody can be that perfect and not become an arrogant dick in the process. Truthfully even then I wasn't quite convinced by this argument, he seemed like a really nice guy "That's what he wants you to think" my brain was telling me "It's a big nice guy act to get into your pants" Well if he'd just wanted to get into my pants he'd certainly had plenty of opportunities since we met...

As I left the shower I decided to ignore such thoughts though. I had a weird mix of emotions, I was determined to (and happy that I might) find something to peg on this guy, something to bring him down a notch and kill this crazy lust I had for him but deep down I knew that even if he turned out to be a grade A dick I'd still probably be into him (a thought that really scared me) yet I was still hopeful. However thrown into the mix was a feeling of dread, I didn't want him to turn out to be a piece of work, I really liked him and I wanted that to continue, I didn't want reality to ruin my fantasy man. Not quite sure what I wanted I wrapped the towel around myself and returned to my room and got changed.

I re-emerged fully dressed into the hallway and decided to investigate the sounds of laughter coming from the communal area. I moved down the hallway and hovered in the doorway where I saw Tom and another one of my dorm mates Frank sitting on the couch playing video games together. I shuffled nervously not wanting to reveal myself, I still hadn't forgotten this morning's inner turmoil over whether or not Tom heard me masturbating, but aware I couldn't hide forever I revealed myself.

"Hey guys what's going on here" I said in my most innocent voice.

Tom and Frank both turned around, Frank giving me a warm smile while Tom added "Just hanging with Frank, helped him get his system set up here what with the larger TV its better than being stuck in his room"

"Yeah thanks again for the help with that" Frank said with another warm smile for Tom.

"Don't worry about it" Tom grinned back at him "Hey pause for a second I just need to check something"

Frank obliged, paused the game and quickly became engrossed in his phone while Tom moved around the couch and quietly ushered me into the hallway. I was nervous now, what was he going to do? Was this about last night? I calmed myself down sufficiently to see Tom had a slightly concerned look on his face but I relaxed when he started talking about Frank. 

"Hey listen Emily hope you don't mind about us commandeering the dorms TV, it's just you know Frank he's a really shy guy and I didn't want him cooped up in his room all the time. I was speaking to him yesterday and the guys feeling a little down, you know this is his first time away from home and he's feeling a little homesick" The creases around Toms eyes told me his concern was genuine, he continued...

"None of this helps when his confidence is already pretty shot to hell what with him being picked on in high school so I thought we could kinda ease him in a bit, get him used to hanging around people, maybe boost his confidence a little" He finished with a wide smile on his face clearly passionate about what he was saying.

"Err...yeah its fine" Urgh! This nervous chick routine was really getting old.

"Thanks and hey also you up for a movie tonight? Me and Samantha are going with Frank to see that new Sci Fi film, you up for it?"

"Sure" I said with a smile, feeling a sudden rush of emotion I added "Just so you know it's really sweet what you're doing for Frank" So much for the guy HAS to be a asshole...

After getting the details I decided to sit and watch Tom and Frank for a while. I felt weird, firstly I was hugely relieved that last night's moaning had went unnoticed or at least unmentioned out of politeness. Second a large part of me was disappointed that Tom wasn't a jerk, my entire plan regarding getting back to normal relied on me realising he wasn't anything special now though watching him laugh and joke with Frank I liked him more than ever. The rest of me though was thrilled he turned out to be a genuinely nice guy (from what I could tell) it only added to my fantasies about him. As my thoughts once again turned sexual I again felt moistness spreading down below. I sighed since I knew were this was headed and figured there was no point in delaying the inevitable. I casually returned to my room (making up some excuse about classwork even though classes didn't start until the next day) and once securely locked inside I removed my jeans and panties and repeated last night's masturbation session, cumming several times to lurid fantasies involving Tom.

This is how events unfolded for the next few weeks. My studies were interspersed with distracting thoughts of Tom (the classes I shared with him were particularly distracting) When I returned to the dorm things would go as normal but my interactions with Tom always drove me wild, he was definitely being a little flirty but nothing more came of it and it always left me feeling hugely aroused and I'd have to retreat to my room for release.

After a couple of weeks of this though I ran into a problem. I suppose the bluntest way of putting it was I was running out of material. I quickly realised that just the thought of Tom had desensitized me to regular porn I would often sit at the desk in my room, leaning back on my chair, wearing nothing below the waist, one leg propped up on the desk, aggressively fingering myself while videos that I'd longed stopped watching played on my laptop. My eyes closed I'd often come down from orgasmic bliss to face a blank screen, my laptop having been left for so long it entered rest mode without me even realising. I did get the odd sneaky look at Tom like the time he walked down the hallway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles rippling as he nonchalantly strolled down the hallway. Me trying (and failing not to stare) as I drank in his smooth and athletic body wanting more than anything to lick every inch of it.

Aside from rare moments like this though I found myself wanting for more. I'd literally become delirious with lust. I hated how despite pushing myself to multiple orgasms every night for the past few weeks, each orgasm stronger than any I had ever had before I met Tom, I still never truly felt satisfied, I would still go to bed with a tingling in my pussy or awake to find my panties drenched. I seriously considered planting cameras in his room or in the bathroom, to catch a glimpse of his nakedness in all its glory, but I quickly moved on from that idea, things were weird enough I wasn't going to go adding to it and besides I couldn't figure out a practical method of implementing such a plan. 

I had to resign myself to what I had for the moment which certainly wasn't easy considering the frequent interaction between me and Tom. We had developed a very close relationship but while we spent a lot of time together and he would often make flirty comments to me, he never made a move and since I was far too nervous to even attempt initiating something with him nothing ever happened. However it was on one of these slightly intimate occasions that something interesting occurred.

It was initially like one of many times before it. Me and Tom were laying on his bed watching TV (the large communal TV was obviously being used by Frank) We were watching some nature documentary that truthfully I wasn't paying the slightest attention to, I was mainly here just to be with Tom. I was snuggled next to him, his arm wrapped around me while one of my hands played with the fabric of his T shirt. It was almost romantic in a casual "we've been dating for years now kinda way" (Oh how I wished) when his cell phone suddenly vibrated, he read the text he received and grimaced.

"What's up?" I asked inquisitively.

"Nothing just...stuff" he quickly typed back a reply and put the phone down. Little use though as another text came through moments later. As he was typing the reply I playfully tried to grab the phone, easily holding me at bay with one arm he smiled and said "Really leave it it's just Ex stuff"

This certainly piqued my interest "Oh come on you can tell me" I put on the best puppy eyes I could and stared at him.

He laughed "How can I say no to that face (he laughed again) OK giving you the short version my ex from high school Haylee she just wants to... come visit..." He didn't say that last part with much enthusiasm or certainty for that matter.

"Why does she want to visit if she's your ex? Didn't you fight or anything?"

"No nothing like that it actually ended fine, we were going to colleges on different ends of the country and we both agreed it would be too difficult to keep it going long distance so we mutually agreed to break up" Again the feminine intuition that had served me so well in the past told me he was hiding something and I was determined to find out.

"So why does she want to visit?" I actually had a pretty good idea already.

"I don't...(he trailed off) Urgh I'm just gonna let her visit, she'll only be here a day and then she'll hopefully leave me alone" He typed another reply and sent it looking quite grumpy all of a sudden.

Possibly playing with fire I added "You sure she won't be expecting anything to come of this?" I asked this question mainly to relieve my own anxieties.

"Hopefully not, I made it clear in that last text this is only as friends" he didn't look totally convinced with his own answer but I decided not to pry further.

That is until he excused himself to go to the bathroom. This almost certainly seems like an invasion of privacy (and yeah it totally was) but my curiosity and I admit jealousy got the better of me so I quickly picked up Tom's cell phone. I'd never been told the four digit code to unlock the phone but I'd seen Tom type it enough times that I knew what it was. Soon I was trawling through the recent contacts section of his phone looking for this girl Haylee. 

Upon finding her name I examined the little photo that accompanied it in the contacts list and saw that she was a beautiful auburn haired girl, smooth skin and large grey eyes that even in the photo seemed to twinkle. I batted away my feelings of jealousy and dived into the conversation. As it happens the first time she had texted Tom in months had been this morning. I quickly skimmed the conversation in its entirety anxious that Tom could return at any minute. It seemed Haylee initiated the whole thing...

"Hey babe how are things with u!!"

"Good thanks but I thought we agreed u know"

"Oh well I just thought it would be fun to talk also I was thinking of visiting u soon :)"

"No! We agreed it would get messy long distance :P"

"Yeah but that was until I realised how much I missed u xxx If u catch my drift XD"

"Seriously Haylee this isnt a good idea, we both need to move on sorry"

"Aww please remember the fun times we had, I think about them all the time xxx"

"Sorry but no"

"Cmon the guys here they dont satisfy me like you used too ;)" OK this was certainly getting interesting.

"Thanks but THATS an even worse idea" 

"Honest I don't want anything serious I just wanna feel u in me again xxx" Christ this girl was forward.

"!! Haylee what do u think I am? Its not happening end of discussion" 

":( fine but im still visiting"

"Why so eager?"

"U know why xxx JK!!"

"fine you can visit this once for old times sake but only as friends K?"

"Promise :D text me later babe xxx"

I exited the message history and put the phone down just as Tom re-entered the room. I was soon snuggled up next to him again with him totally oblivious to my intrusion (little did I know this wouldn't be the last time I invaded his privacy but I'm getting ahead of myself) I didn't know how I felt about Haylee visiting. She'd made it totally apparent what her agenda was and that worried me and excited me in equal measure. Tom had plenty of things going for him but he was after all a man, what was stopping him from having a one night fling with his ex? She clearly wanted it, he had no other commitments (however much it saddened me to admit that) and as a guy he's only going to be able to resist a girl like Haylee for so long out of nothing other than principle. At the same time though the whole situation excited me, this girl who by the looks of her could clearly have most any guy she wanted decided to travel across the country in the hope that she'd hook up with him, that certainly made him seem even more desirable and it said much about his "abilities" I had to stop my thoughts before they went any further, and led to you know what. Instead various schemes went through my mind, of methods to stop Tom and Haylee hooking up but ultimately it was futile, what could I do? In the end I had to accept that whatever happens happens.

Fast forward a few days and it was the day of Haylee's arrival. She wasn't expected till late afternoon and I was pleased to note Tom didn't exactly look thrilled at the prospect of seeing Haylee again. I tried to make it better for him by suggesting that I go along with them and participate in whatever they had planned (I admit I had ulterior motives) but Tom rejected that idea, he appreciated the offer but admitted Haylee would probably be offended if I came along. Thus we both seemed to resign ourselves to our fate. 

The day was uneventful until around 7:00pm (when Haylee was meant to arrive) came and went Tom started getting anxious, then 8:00pm came and Tom sent her a text asking where she was.

"Says she's nearly here sorry she's running late" Tom didn't look pleased.

It turns out "nearly here" meant over an hour away as it was well past 9:00pm before she arrived. Strolling through the door she made her presence known immediately.

"What's up kids!!" she dropped her bag and threw her arms around Tom planting a kiss on his lips in the process. I couldn't help but be attracted to Haylee she looked even better in real life, her auburn her flowed down her back and with those large eyes, sultry smile and perky breasts (that were slightly larger than my own C cups) she totally oozed sexual energy and confidence. I'm not normally into girls, I mean I can certainly appreciate their beauty and I'd be lying if I denied I'd had the odd fantasy but nothing more than that. Haylee though was different, it was almost impossible not to view her sexually. Tom however just looked annoyed...

"You were supposed to be here over two hours ago what the hell are we going to do now most places will be shut?"

"You could go see a late movie" I helpfully interjected.

Haylee wasn't impressed "I don't think so I feel like dancing and besides wherever we go it has to be open late cos I have to get ready first and that's gonna take a while" she had a wide smile on her face, flashing her brilliantly white teeth. I could see exactly what she was doing and by the looks of it Tom could too.

"And let me guess that's gonna take over an hour -"

"Probably more" Haylee interjected.

"So it's gonna be close to midnight before we even leave the dorm, so basically we have to go out drinking or something?"

"Your suggestion babe" Haylee swayed innocently while I sat there gawping at her awesome figure and confidence.




My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 03



"Fine I'll take you to a bar or something," Tom said begrudgingly.

Haylee smiled as Tom showed her to his room. She clearly had a plan, the whole lateness thing was obviously intentional to get him to take her out to a bar or a club, somewhere where she could get a few drinks down him and hopefully get him to make a rash decision, and as it happened it worked perfectly and what's even weirder I was glad... 

It was in the early hours of the morning, Tom and Haylee left hours ago, I was still awake due to my anxieties about the whole Haylee situation and what she and Tom might be doing so despite the late hour I was wide awake staring at the ceiling deep in thought. The silence of the dorm was broken by female giggles from down the hall which signalled Tom and Haylee's return. Initially I couldn't make out what was being said but I recognised the volume and laughter as those of a pair that have drank a lot. My heart sank and my fears were confirmed when I heard Toms door open then close, the pair obviously in Toms room began speaking much louder obviously conscious they might be overheard speaking in the hallway but unaware that anyone in the room next to them (Me!!) could now hear them clearly through the thin walls.

"I've needed this for so long" Haylee's sultry voice travelled near perfectly through the wall.

"I can't help feeling I'll regret this in the morning" I was pleased to hear both that Tom's words were a little slurred symptoms he'd obviously drank quite a bit and was not doing this with a clear head but also that even in this state he was at least showing some reservations. 

"Who are you to regret I'm the one who won't be able to walk in the morning" Haylee gave a sexy giggle, I had to give her credit she really knew how to play a guy.

I now had my ear pressed to the wall listening intently as the unmistakable sounds of them kissing ensued, the creek of bedsprings bringing their noises even closer. I was barely even aware of the spreading wetness in my panties and the feelings of sadness that had plagued me just moments earlier where gone, I was captivated, desperate to hear what happened next. 

After several minutes of what sounded like a pretty hot make out session on the bed Haylee's voice rang out...

"Enough of this I need to see that thing again" then came the unmistakable sound of zippers being undone. I'd started fabricating images to accompany the lurid sounds I was hearing. I imagined Toms thick pole springing out of his jeans in tandem with the audible gasp I heard come from Haylee, this was quickly replaced by the sounds of slurping and Toms muffled groans, I imagined Tom running his strong hands through Haylee's silky hair as her head bobbed up and down on his impressive shaft. I was barely even aware of how wet I was. This went on for several minutes until...

"Your turn" came Tom's husky, lust filled voice. Haylee responded with an appreciative purr and the sounds of creaking bedsprings and movement came again telling me they were repositioning themselves. Next came Haylee's heaving breathing interspersed with the odd gasp, Tom obviously had his face between her legs because no noise came from him, then again he might have said something but I wouldn't have known because Haylee's gasps quickly turned into heavy moaning...

"Oh God ummm yeah keep going... God I'm gonna cum already, don't you dare stop!!" Tom obviously obliged because Haylee's breathing intensified further, I could hear her nails scraping down the wall and then I was taken aback by her release.

"FUCK TES!!" she screamed, throwing all pretences of secrecy aside, the sounds of her thrashing violently just a few feet from me clearly audible as a powerful orgasm shook her to her core. What surprised me even more was what was happening to me. In exact synchronisation with Haylee's orgasm I found myself gasping and shuddering at my own (I hadn't even been touching myself) I was so focused on the scene in the room next to me I was completely oblivious to my own arousal which had been steadily building with the sounds escaping from the pair and my own lust filled imagination. As the feelings subsided I regained focus, there was no way I was overheard what with the noises Haylee was making but the orgasm seemed to awake in me a primal urge. I'd never been so turned on, I felt like an animal in heat, the combination of my lust for Tom, my guilty attraction to Haylee and the whole voyeuristic experience of listening in on them excited me greatly.

I reached down to my steaming pussy, I could feel the heat radiating from it through my panties. Not wanting to miss a moment of next doors action I pulled my panties aside revealing my dripping folds and I began furiously rubbing my clit, desperate for further orgasmic pleasure while I again pressed my ear to the wall. I returned in time to hear Haylee's voice again.

"I need you to put that big dick in me PLEASE!!" My god she sounded desperate near delirious, is this what awaits me if I pursue Tom?

I didn't ponder those thoughts for much longer though because I heard some more ruffling of fabric (probably the last few items of clothing being tossed aside) I imagined Haylee sprawled out on her back, her legs spread impossibly wide with Tom lining up his massive pipe preparing to enter her. My imagination was probably not far off since I soon heard a deep guttural moan from Haylee. If she was anything near as wet as I was she wouldn't have had much difficulty fitting anything in there especially since she had taken Tom's dick however many times before. Even so her moans held a hint of pain to them, evidence of the extent to which she was being stretched. She seemed to know how to handle it though since after a short while her breathing steadied and instead she began to mutter semi coherently under her breath, I'm pretty sure I heard "so deep" a few times but I wasn't sure. 

This moment of respite didn't last long though. Her breathing quickened again, bedsprings began to creak at a rhythmic rate and the slaps of flesh on flesh signalled Tom had begun thrusting into her at a steady pace. It wasn't long before she was pleading with him to go faster and he again obliged picking up the pace and sawing into her at an alarming rate. I could imagine his pelvis driving that tool deeper into Haylee's stretched pussy, moving so quickly it was a blur, Haylee unable to do anything other than wrap her legs around his waist and hold on for dear life. It was during these thoughts that I felt another orgasm crash over me but this was nothing compared to what it sounded like was happening to Haylee...

She was screaming again, shouting profanities, begging Tom to continue fucking her and she didn't let up, she was definitely cumming she simply had to be, but there was no break to it, her cries were continuous her writhing as rhythmic as the bedsprings creaking, she had to be having multiple orgasms one after another with almost no space in-between or she was having one endlessly long orgasm. My feelings of jealously returned, what I wouldn't give to be in her place, to be fucked into oblivion by Tom, I wanted nothing more than to break through the wall and join in the fun. Instead I resigned myself to yet another heart stopping orgasm as I again whimpered at the feelings that were radiating from my pussy. 

Eventually Tom slowed his pace and gave Haylee a chance to catch her breath, she sounded like she had just run a marathon which to be fair I'm sure the 15 minutes of constant orgasms she just experienced took as much of a toll on her body (even if it was a lot more fun) Toms voice travelled out...

"You wanna taste yourself on my dick" The way he said it really got me going, it was more of a demand than a question and the way he was taking control was intoxicating. Haylee seemed to like it too as she was giggling again and I heard movements as they readjusted themselves. I imagined Tom standing over the bed, a slight sheen of sweat covering his body making his muscles shine, his steady breathing causing his abs to ripple and flex while Haylee was on her knees sucking his dick, slimy with her juices while she wagged her behind in the air flashing the oozing hole that was her cunt, gaping and quivering from Tom's huge member. These thoughts and my fingers (which had now found their way into my own dripping slit) was enough to get me to cum again. This time I had to shove my hand over my mouth though as the first moan (actually it was more of a yelp) rang out louder than I expected and with Haylee's screams no longer masking my own anyone could have heard. I had a brief moment of panic as my orgasm subsided, "had they heard that?" Again though my fears were probably misplaced as the pair in the next room carried on unperturbed by the noise.

"Do me doggy" came Haylee's playful voice and moments later I again heard her delighted squeals as Tom entered her from behind. This time though he didn't build up, he went straight to the fast and heavy thrusting, ploughing into her tight hole. Haylee was loving it and it and soon she was once again wailing, in the throes of a constant stream of orgasms

"Fuck yeah!! Right there!! Pull my hair" I was hugely appreciative of any of these snippets of information, it all added to the images in my head. As I continued to finger myself I had a delightful mental picture of Haylee on all fours, her lithe body being ruthlessly driven into by Tom's thick dick, the occasional slapping sound and squeal from Haylee signalling that Tom was occasional spanking her ass turning her milky white cheeks an angry shade of pink. The heavy thrusting then slowed and I heard Tom whisper so that it was almost inaudible... 

"It as good as you remember?" Haylee's response was another sexual purr. Without warning Tom began thrusting heavily again and before Haylee could make much of a sound he must have pushed her head into the pillow as her cries of ecstasy were muffled. 

And so it went on, I would cling on to any piece of information to add to the lurid images in my head all the while I wrought orgasm after orgasm from myself. I honestly don't know how long they went at it since it reached a point (after what must have been about two hours!!) when I literally could not go on, my pussy was raw and unbelievably tender and I was absolutely exhausted. I don't know how many times I came but I do know I easily destroyed any previous record I had for a single session. It was at this point while I laid in bed listening to the continued erotic sounds coming from next doors marathon fuck session that I again felt jealousy. Jealousy because whatever sexual pinnacle I reached Haylee clearly surpassed it many times over with the help of Tom. It seemed like for every orgasm I had she'd had three, in fact there were moments when I was pretty sure she spent more time cumming than not. I didn't even think such things were possible...

One thing I did know as I fell asleep that night (the sounds of their lovemaking drifting into my thoughts) was that I had to fuck Tom and soon or else I'd go crazy...If I haven't already... 

To be continued...



My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 04



Authors Note. Hello everyone a few words. Sorry for how long it took to get this part out, real life comes first as I'm sure you all understand. Second thanks to everyone who has read, voted and commented on these stories it means a lot. Third and finally this is the last part of the series (for the time being) I will hopefully/maybe/probably return to this series in the future but we'll see, hopefully you enjoy this part regardless. Thanks.

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Midday sun shined through my window brightly when I woke up the next day. At first I was confused as to why I'd slept in so late but very quickly my sleep induced amnesia faded and memories from the previous night came flooding back and with it a bewildering stream of different emotions. 

Last night the object of my sexual obsessions my next door college dorm mate Tom had engaged in what sounded like the hottest marathon fuck session possible with his visiting ex-girlfriend Haylee. I'd spent a good portion of the night listening through the thin walls to the sound of their epic lovemaking while ruthlessly finger fucking myself. That morning I was kinda creeped out how arousing I'd found the whole experience, how many times I'd cum listening in on them, I mean that kind of voyeuristic activity just wasn't me (or so I thought) but my minor revulsion at this new aspect of my sexual psyche was the least of my worries that morning.

As pathetic as it sounds a good part of me wanted to cry, I felt betrayed by Tom for fucking Haylee like that, I mean sure she was beautiful and clearly begging for it and yes he was drunk and I have to admit it wasn't like there was anything stopping him, he wasn't in a relationship with me or anything but regardless I felt devastated. I felt like we had grown close the past few weeks and it all hanged in the balance now. To be honest I think most of this anger was driven by lust filled jealousy, I'd been absolutely aching for Tom to fuck me for the past month and this girl strolls in from across the country and gets with him in a matter of hours and is promptly rewarded with sexual nirvana courtesy of Tom's massive dick and superhuman stamina. Hadn't she got her fill (no pun intended) when they were together in high school? 

I decided there was no point moping in bed about this though and instead decided I had to get up and face the day. Upon attempting to stand up I promptly winced, my pussy was a little sore this morning, tenderly feeling my outer lips they were definitely a bit swollen. I suppose I was pretty aggressive last night and I'm now paying the price. I couldn't help but wickedly grin though, if I'm feeling sore god knows how Haylee will feel, maybe her prediction about being unable to walk will actually come true. 

My vindictive thoughts towards Haylee cheering me up slightly I stood up, stretched and decided a shower was a priority this morning. Standing up made me realise that as well as my aching pussy my entire body was sore and I figured the warm water would help soothe that, also I felt particularly gross this morning what with last night's sweaty activities. Soon I was sighing as the steaming hot water ran over my naked body. I decided to use this time to figure out my approach towards Tom today. Firstly I couldn't deny the obvious, despite feeling betrayed by him I had to accept I still liked him, I wasn't yet sure whether this was actual romance or just pure animal lust but I still desperately wanted him. With that cleared up how should I interact with him? It didn't take long to come to a conclusion, I had to regain control over the situation, playing a little hard to get might work wonders, hell I'd been basically pawing at him since we met and it hadn't got me very far, show a bit of frosty indifference and it might throw him off, classic "guy wants what he can't have" situation. Smiling to myself and feeling invigorated I stepped out of the shower. This would work, I was going to play him like Haylee did, I still wanted him sure, just the thought of him made me wet but I was going to make sure that the thought of me made him hard...

Several minutes later I was fully dressed and preparing a late breakfast (or early lunch) for myself in the dorms kitchen. The dorm was eerily deserted, I could only assume that everyone was either locked away in their rooms or out doing goodness knows what. However I didn't have to endure the sound of silence for very long because it was replaced with the sound of an opening door down the hallway signalling somebodies approach. As it happens it was Tom. 

Seeing him again made me temporarily forget my "hard to get" game plan since I immediately became flustered, greeted him cheerily and then promptly decided to blush. Damn I hated how he made me so nervous. He had clearly just emerged from bed since he was again wearing nothing below the waist aside from a pair of boxer briefs (these ones were a cute navy blue and grey striped pair something which was impossible to miss what with the repeated glances I kept flashing at his crotch) thankfully he had inadvertently spared himself of more lust filled stares by this time pairing his boxers with a t shirt. Part of me was admittedly disappointed that I didn't receive an eyeful of his ripped torso but it was probably for the best, a clear look at his washboard abs would have certainly broke my resolve and sent me whimpering after him. That being said I wasn't short of eye candy what with the aforementioned bulge in his pants but also his bulging arms, eagerly examining his biceps I couldn't help but wistfully imagine having them wrapped around me again, Argh!! feigning disinterest to him was going to be harder than I thought... 

Thankfully before I could get drawn into a conversation with Tom (or gawp any more brazenly at him) Haylee too emerged from the hallway. The first thing I noticed was that she was positively glowing this morning, her big grin, flushed skin and ruffled hair blatant symptoms of the "well fucked" look she seemed only to happy to wear this morning. I also couldn't help but notice as she entered that while she was (unfortunately) still able to walk last night's sultry swagger had been replaced with gingerly steps (Yeah she was definitely feeling it between her legs this morning) She didn't seem too perturbed by this though as she began to speak...

"Heya!!" That seemed to be directed at me

"Oh hi...er...how are you today?" God that was lame and Haylee's response really made me regret asking.

"Great! I had sooo much fun last night, even if the nightclub was a drag" She smiled seductively at Tom although I am pleased to report he didn't even glance back at her, instead he took to glaring at the box of cereal in front of him. 

Genuinely unsure of what to say I continued with the generic small talk "Oh err good? I guess you'll be heading home soon then?"

"Yeah I mean I got what I came here for" She again flashed a smile at Tom. Man what a slut.

"In fact (she paused to look at her phone) we slept in pretty late so I might head off now, Tom do you want to walk me out?"

"Actually you can see yourself out can't you" Tom was looking straight at Haylee now giving her what I can only describe as the most foreboding glare. The atmosphere was suddenly palpable, Haylee's seductive smiles had vanished, replaced with a surprised but stony expression.

"Oh! Ok then... see you around" and with that she left and I couldn't help but hope that was the last I'd see of her. By the looks of it Tom felt the same way.

I actually felt kinda sorry for him, he looked miserable, sitting at the table his head in his hands. Sensing my own feelings of animosity quickly evaporating I tentatively stood beside him and laid a hand on his arm "So that wasn't in any way awkward (I smiled anxiously) wanna tell me what's up?"

He looked up at me, his blue eyes boring deep into me "I'm such an idiot".

"Why what happened" I decided ignorance was the best approach for the moment not that Tom fell for it.

"Don't pretend like you don't know, you're in the room next door and you know how easily sound travels through those walls" Was that a subtle admission to him hearing my various masturbation sessions this past month? God why was it every time I thought I'd got past that whole affair it comes back to haunt me? Pushing such thoughts aside though I tried to reassure him.

"Well...I... might have woke up and heard a few things but nothing...really" Yeah that sounded convincing. Already I could feel wetness beginning to spread between my legs just from the few brief recollections from last night. I know I claimed I wasn't a nymphomaniac but I was clearly heading in that direction.

"I just feel...used you know? It was a stupid one night thing and I don't even know how much damage it's done..." he trailed off. I remember thinking that last part was an unusual thing for him say, what did he mean by that?

Hence I decided to ask him. "I don't get it what damage?"

I was aware of the magnitude of the question the moment I asked it, my heart was thumping uncontrollably, as Tom spoke there was a slight break in his voice.

"That I might have gave the wrong impression to...people. Who might think less of me as a result" He wasn't totally opening up and I respected that he was clearly nervous, hell I was hardly talking and I was terrified but I was desperate for something more concrete than he'd given me so I tried to push him

"Which people?" It was pretty feeble but it was the best I could manage. I waited for his response, holding my breath...

"Um just... people in general you know" he evaded the question but I felt I could tell by the slight pained look on his face when he spoke what he really wanted to say. Before I could probe deeper though my brain seemed to stop "No don't be lured in" surprised at my own resolve hidden somewhere in my sub conscience I decided to latch upon it. I wasn't going to just forgive Tom so easily for what he did with Haylee, you might think I was being melodramatic but I felt seriously hurt. Knowing full well I might regret this I simply said

"Well people (I put a lot of emphasis on people) probably do think less of you" I then quickly turned around before I could register an expression on his face and briskly walked out of the kitchen back to my room. Man that was cold, Emily the ice queen. But seriously it had to be done, I had to let it be known he couldn't treat me like that, flirt with me for weeks and then just screw another girl after explicitly telling me nothing would happen. I sat waiting on my bed expecting a knock on the door as Tom tried to explain to me his actions but no knock came. As I sat in limbo I dreaded the next time I'd see Tom, how would he react to this? Have I just destroyed our friendship and whatever more there might have been? As is so often the case though I told myself to get a grip and stop acting so dramatic. Life goes on remember.

As it happens the next time we spoke wasn't for a week. Whether Tom was intentionally avoiding me I don't know but we never seemed to cross paths in the dorm and with our respective classwork we were both pretty busy during our free time. As it happens the "next time" was on a fateful night that I won't soon forget. It was a Friday and Hannah (one of the girls in my dorm) had got us invited to some frat party. I initially didn't really want to go but Hannah eventually managed to persuade me after claiming I had become in her words "a depressing, mopey bitch who needed to get out more" I couldn't really disagree with her

What she failed to mention though was that the whole floor was invited so there we were walking to the party, my dorm mates in an excitable group up front with me and Tom conveniently walking together slightly behind the others with a little bit of privacy for a conversation. I was worried that my abrupt end to our last conversation doubled with the near week long silence would make things awkward. I had to confess that in the past week I'd calmed down a lot about the Haylee incident and indeed was starting to miss Tom. What kept me from approaching him was a combination of nerves but also a dogged determination to see whether he actually cared about me. Upon finding ourselves side by side he spared no time addressing the elephant in the room. 

"Before you say anything just know that I know what you meant, you're absolutely right, as I said I'm an idiot but more importantly I'm sorry" It did truly seem heartfelt but it wasn't enough. I was sick of this skirting around, Tom was talking like he had cheated on me when technically he hadn't since we were not dating so using bravery I didn't know I had I pointed this out to him.

"Why are you sorry? What effect does it have on me" I stared intently at him.

He looked slightly hurt "You know what" That wasn't sufficient.

"Well? Say it!!" I was really insistent at this point.

He grinned sheepishly "Fine OK I... like you" The words hung in the air, presumably since he assumed he'd stepped off the ledge and thus had nothing to lose he continued

"I've pretty much liked you since we met and I felt there was something between us and I ruined it with that thing with Haylee. So really believe me when I say I am sorry and is there any possibility we can... you know... hit the reset button, go back to the way things were before" He had that nervous look again that made him seem so sweet. I wasn't sure whether I was thinking with my heart or my genitals (it certainly wasn't my brain) but I simply couldn't dismiss this, It had taken bravery to put his feelings out there like that.

Grinning myself now I nervously said "OK... apology accepted" Tom responded by scooping me up in a very nearly rib crushing hug that lifted me off the ground, I thoroughly enjoyed being snuggled up to him again, feet dangling in the air, breathing in his smell, feeling his hard muscles beneath his shirt. Carefully placing me back down Tom dived straight back into conversation as if we'd never stopped talking, asking me about schoolwork, joking around just like the way things used to be. 

Then the topic turned to the night ahead with me asking "Do you even know anyone who's going to be at this party tonight?"

"Aside from all us here from the dorm nobody. Honestly I don't know why I agreed to come I certainly wouldn't have if I knew the walk would take this long" he jokingly made a rude hand gesture to the back of Hannah's head. 

I laughed "Yeah 5 minute walk she says (I rolled my eyes) but yeah I'm not really feeling it tonight either I think I might just make an appearance then leave"

That's when Tom stopped and said "You know what screw it neither of us want to go, how about we head back, we can have cheesy 80's movie night (possibly catching my sceptical glare) or if you're feeling serious underrated cult classic night?" He held out his hand for me to take. I looked back at the rest of the group who had now walked quite a ways ahead of us.

"Shouldn't we tell them we're going first or-"he cut me off 

"They were all drinking before we even left the dorm they're really too wasted to care much" he wriggled his fingers to emphasise his still outstretched hand. Forgoing caution I grabbed it with a wide smile and soon we were strolling back to the dorm hand in hand. As we were walking back I can honestly say I wasn't anticipating anything that night, I was just happy that me and Tom seemed to be close again, thanks in no small part to his little admission. I never could have anticipated what ultimately happened.

Back at the dorm we wasted no time in kicking of our shoes, me settling down on Tom's bed while he rummaged through his collection for a movie to watch. Soon we were both snuggled up on his bed just like days gone by, his arm wrapped around me and my head resting on his chest listening to the steady sound of his strong heartbeat.

As you might expect I wasn't paying the greatest attention to the movie, my thoughts drifting happily to Tom. What pulled me back to reality though was I was aware that he was gently stroking my hair, this type of affection was new? I turned to see him gazing longingly at me a little smile on his face. Before I could even gather my thoughts I once again found his lips pressed to mine. His arms wrapped around me pulling me tightly into his body. The kiss was better than the first all those weeks ago. Maybe because my sensations were not dulled by alcohol this time or maybe it was the tension that had built up over what seemed like years but each tender brush across my arm, each gentle tug on my lower lip felt electric, like it was the first time experiencing my sense of touch. I knew right then that no part of me was going to resist this, not even a little voice in the back of my mind telling me to think things through. My entire being was submitting to him, I was his.

I was enthusiastically kissing back, urgently probing deeper into his mouth with my tongue. My hands came up to caress his face and I found myself opening my legs slightly and slowly grinding my mound against his thigh. Not only would I let Tom do anything to me I was now pretty sure he knew he could. One of his hands ran down my back settling on my ass, firmly cupping a cheek and squeezing causing me to inadvertently grind even harder against him. 

His arms still wrapped around me, he rolled onto his back pulling me on top of him in the process. I found myself momentarily stunned as mine and Tom's crotches became pressed against one another's. I felt his raging hard on through his jeans. God he felt huge. In that brief moment mine and Toms eyes locked, his icy blue eyes boring straight into my warm green eyes, I was stunned once again by how handsome he was, running a hand across my cheek he whispered "You are so incredibly beautiful" before locking lips with me again. 

I was now grinding with reckless abandon against his bulge, each stroke raking across my clit through my panties. I could feel my wetness beginning to spread. Tom obviously sensing I wanted to move things further smoothly unzipped the back of my dress and started tugging the straps down from my shoulders only stopping to lift himself up as I removed his already unbuttoned shirt. Desperate to rake my hands along his abs though I eagerly lifted up the T shirt he was still wearing and started stroking his lower abdomen. I found myself approaching orgasm from my continued gyrations on his cock but just as I was nearing release, almost as if he'd sensed it by my increasingly rapid breaths on his lips Tom stopped me, he sat up, wrapped his arms tightly around me and stopped me from moving even the slightest, preventing me from going over the edge. I whimpered as I stood on the edge of orgasmic bliss but not quite over the line, I knew it would only take the slightest brush across my sensitive bud to send me over but I couldn't move, Tom wouldn't let me, he was gripping me tight, tighter than I've ever been held. So I sat on his lap, head resting on his shoulders gasping as the feelings in my pussy subsided somewhat. Jesus now I was hornier than ever, my entire pussy literally throbbed, desperate for release.

Tom stood me up and my unzipped dress promptly fell in a heap around my ankles. I tentatively stepped out of the crumpled pile on the floor suddenly nervous, standing in just my lacy black bra and panties aware of how exposed and vulnerable I was. Did Tom like what he saw? I needn't have worried, Tom looked like a kid in a candy shop his eyes hungrily scanning my tight body, his mouth actually hanging open slightly. I playfully snapped my fingers in his face to bring him back, I couldn't help but smile and admit he really knew how to make me feel at ease.

Seemingly regaining some of his composure he pulled his t shirt over his head (affording me a brief glance at his perfectly sculpted torso) before ushering me forward. Still sitting on the edge of the bed he pulled me close to him placing his face level with my abdomen where he proceeded to tenderly kiss my ribs just below my breasts. This drew a playful giggle from me (I was quite ticklish there) before he started kissing down my stomach, his hot breath giving me goose bumps. I'd been so enthralled with what was going on in front of me I was oblivious to Tom's wandering hands behind me which had moved up my back and unclasped my bra. As it slipped through my arms giving Tom his first glimpse at my exposed breasts he stood up and took one nipple into his mouth while his fingers lovingly caressed the other occasionally pinching it between his fingers and alternating which breast received which treatment.




My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 04



I was now moaning aloud, relishing Tom's tongue and hand on my sensitive nipples. I wasn't totally passive though, while one of my hands held Tom's head to my chest the other had travelled to his waist and started undoing his belt and zipper. After several minutes of one handed struggle both were undone and Tom taking the hint, pulled away and slid his jeans down leaving him totally naked except for his boxer briefs (these ones were grey and black and no I don't know why I always found their colour so fascinating)

What I also found fascinating was the bulge in the boxers, but this wasn't the bulge I'd seen before this was a massive tenting that actually drew an audible gasp from me. Tom was obviously highly aroused and his massive penis looked to be threatening to rip through the fabric containing it. Without any prompting I fell to my knees in front of him, slipping my fingers into the waistband and pulling down...

My first glimpse of Tom's throbbing erection did not disappoint. I'd already had reason to suspect its size but its true magnificence stunned me. It sprung out from the beneath the fabric and stood proudly at a 40 degree angle from his body, the flushed purplish head pointing at the ceiling. Veins ran across the thick, lengthy shaft and at the base hung his clean shaven scrotum. I instinctively grabbed his member before asking the obvious question "How big is it? You must have measured this thing"

Tom had a smirk on his face clearly pleased with the effect his magnificent manhood was having on me "Do you want the exact measurements? (I nodded eagerly) 10.4 inches long, girth of 6.1 inches" these numbers didn't really mean anything to me other than he was BIG. I manoeuvred his tool in my hands (noticing happily that he had neatly trimmed his pubic area) feeling its weight and gently stroking its length. It felt heavy in my hands, circling my fingers around the base I noticed they were some way off touching, I squeezed slightly and met with tremendous resistance, his cock didn't give at all it was literally as hard as granite. Adding a second hand further up the shaft I began to jerk him off with both hands. Tom leaned his head back and groaned causing me to look up and admire his whole body, his succulent eight pack abs rippling with his steady breathing and his smooth skin flushed slightly with excitement. Unable to resist any longer my head dived forward planting a deep kiss on his cockhead. I began to lick and slurp along the entire length, worshipping his mighty cock. 

Tom's moans became loader interspersed with occasional mutterings in his husky voice. "Fuck yeah" I continued to explore and I found myself licking his slit, probing the tip of my tongue inwards. Tom's started bucking his hips in response to this. After several minutes and one particularly forceful hip thrust that caught me off guard Tom's vast helmet managed to slip past my lips and into my mouth. It was a snug fit to be sure but I could manage and my greedy sucking soon continued and seemed to be driving Tom wild, he'd extended a hand to my head and was now running it through my hair, pulling on it slightly when I seemed to do something he really liked. I was determined to get more of this god cock into my mouth but I wasn't stupid I knew there was no chance I'd get all of it down my throat. Placing one hand back on the base of his shaft and the other now cupping his balls I forced another inch or two into my mouth, fighting the desperate urge to gag and ignoring the aching in my jaw and instead focusing on him hoping to bring him unrivalled pleasure. 

What I didn't except was for me to experience it. Not for the first time in recent weeks I found myself shuddering and panting as I was hit by an unexpected orgasm that I'd achieved without even touching myself. The energy built up from my earlier near orgasm now released I moaned loudly onto Tom's cock, my juices drenching my panties. Still gasping from this unexpected shockwave I removed Tom's massive member from my mouth with a loud plop and felt oxygen flow into my lungs. 

I couldn't help but voice my surprise. Through heavy breaths I managed "I came just from sucking your cock" looking up at him with my amazement clearly etched on my face. 

He gave a cocky smile back "The first of many I promise" before he effortlessly scoped me up, draping me across his arms before placing me carefully back on the bed. He wasted no time in going for my panties sliding the sodden fabric down my long smooth legs and then spreading them wide, exposing my steaming pussy. I wanted that big cock in me that very moment, I knew I could manage it, the orgasm I'd just experienced had flooded my opening with lubrication, I could feel some of it seeping out and lathering my lips. I let my feelings be known "Fuck me please!" Instead though Tom was hell bent on torturing me. Giving me a sly grin he responded "Not quite yet" before crouching down to face my dripping slit. As he started planting kisses on my inner thighs and on my pubic mound I literally squealed in frustration, this was torture, my pussy ached for his cock which he was denying me the least he could do was service my angrily pulsing clit. Yet he persisted kissing and caressing everywhere above my knees and below my belly button except the parts that mattered. Even though this probably went on for less than a minute it felt like hours and by the end I was desperately thrusting upwards trying to grind my pussy against his mouth. 

Sensing my desperation Tom relented and briefly swished his tongue across my clit. My limbs involuntarily twitched as a jolt of intense pleasure spread across my body. Tom gave it another brief flick with his tongue, then another, ever so slowly building sexual pressure, if I thought I was desperate before you wouldn't believe what I felt now, I was so impossibly aroused I was almost sobbing, I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed the back of his head with my hand and pushed him down desperate for him to make out with my pussy. He didn't disappoint, he lathered attention on my entire opening, licking up the entire length of my slit, swirling his tongue across my clit, probing his tongue as deep into me as he could reach. Meanwhile I was gasping, urgently trying to catch my breath as I struggled to process the feelings radiating from my pussy. Running my hands across Tom's scalp and eagerly thrusting my hips upwards into his face. The myriad of pleasures and techniques being unleashed upon my most delicate area had brought me to the brink of yet another orgasm, my breaths were starting to quicken, my moans had become louder, I had started vocally urging Tom on, begging, pleading with him to make me cum...

But once again he didn't, just as I was about to experience release he once again stopped, leaving me hanging on the edge, I was briefly convinced that I would cum anyway, resting just on the edge or orgasm I seemed to be experiencing some kind of micro orgasm, my pussy walls twitched in anticipation, my clit throbbed and all in all the feelings were incredible, yet despite this I fell just short, Tom staring up at me, his hands holding down both my arms and hips simultaneously stopping me from bringing myself over the edge with my own fingers or bucking my hips up to meet his face. I once again decided to embrace this sexual torture (knowing I would be rewarded later on) and tried to relax as the feelings gently washed over my delicate body, radiating from my feminine core. After the bulk of sensations had subsided and I once again was not under any immediate threat of cumming Tom returned to servicing me. He went gentle this time though, like he was just trying to work me up slightly (not that it was required since I once again found my whole pussy throbbing) delicately running his tongue around my opening and gently kissing my inner lips. He pulled his head back and while maintaining eye contact with me proceeded to insert two fingers into my channel. They slid in with ease, my vagina having been generously lubricated with my own juices. I relished having something inside me, caressing my insides, Tom's fingers working into me just like in my fantasy but his hungry stares at me the whole time made things all the more intense, we never broke eye contact.

After several minutes of gradually intensified finger fucking he began to slow down, I thought he might pull out but instead he curved his fingers up so they were touching the front wall of my vagina and he again began to stroke. I knew immediately what was happening, the awesome sensations I was now experiencing was from Tom hitting my g-spot, I'd never managed it before and now that I was experiencing it I knew I was hooked. It was a slightly different but arguably way more intense type of stimulation from the clit. I couldn't help myself from letting out a long drawn out moan when he first ran his fingertips across the sensitive spot, Tom smiling at the clear look of surprise on my face. After I got used to the new sensations he began to pick up the pace, the long, drawn out slow strokes had been replaced by a combination of aggressive finger thrusts and rapid rhythmic tapping on my g-spot. I never knew I could get so wet, I could feel my juices sloshing around his fingers, I could hear it. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better Tom once again placed his head between my legs and gave my exposed clit another long lick. 

My body visibly tensed as the two focal points of my sexuality were stimulated at once. Tom seemed to take my reaction as a nod of approval since he once again planted his lips to my clit, encircling it in his mouth and began to eagerly suck, nibble and tug at it. My god he was basically giving my clit a blowjob and it felt spectacular, unreal, and combined with the continued simulation of my g-spot with his fingers I found myself for the first time that night (but not the last) screaming at the top of my lungs, urging him on, head thrashing wildly against the pillow with a look of contorted pleasure on my face. I knew I was on the brink of an orgasm and I knew it would be a big one. As the pressure built I found myself suddenly with a strange sensation like I needed to pee, I knew what this was though, I'd read about it and thus I ignored the feeling, I just held onto the bedsheets and prepared myself as the orgasm hit...

I saw nothing but black, the world around me ceased to exist for one brief moment, looking back I'm not sure if I very briefly passed out or if all my senses were consumed by the feeling between my legs. What I do know though was that when I again became aware of my surroundings I found myself screaming every profanity you can imagine, wave after wave of almost numbingly intense pleasure flowed to every tip in my body, my hands squeezed the bedsheets, my toes curled, my hips rose of the bed, my back arched, every muscle in my body tensed. This went on for god knows how long, I remember having the most bizarre train of thoughts, I never wanted this to end, it was the best experience ever, the only thing in life worthwhile, yet at the same time I desperately wanted it to stop, the feelings I was experiencing couldn't be natural, I had lost control, I couldn't breathe, it felt so good it was almost painful...

Eventually though my orgasm passed and I calmed down, I found myself exhausted, I barely managed to lift my head off the pillow to look down at Tom, he'd removed the fingers that had been responsible for my earth shattering release and proceeded to look up at me. His face was drenched, mortified I suddenly became aware of the dampness all along my inner thigs and the small puddle I was sitting in. I was very embarrassed but relaxed a bit when I saw Tom's expression. 

"That was so hot! That was your first time squirting I guess?" I still hadn't sufficiently caught my breath to offer a verbal response so I just nodded at him. He fetched a towel from one of the nearby drawers and wiped his face clean of my orgasmic discharge, he then dabbed my inner thighs wiping away the worst of my ejaculate. 

Still reeling from my first squirting orgasm I was brought back to the present when he tossed the towel aside and climbing onto his knees lined up his rock hard member with my leaking slit. I felt nervous now, yes I desperately wanted his dick in me, I knew I was ready, my cunt was drenched after two toe curling, pussy clenching orgasms, I wanted nothing more than to be fucked by this stud, for him to use me like the slut I was, at least that was my most dominant thought but as I said a little part of me was nervous, seeing his huge dick now next to my tight pussy suddenly made things real, how was I going to fit that thing inside me? It just seemed so big. He playfully slapped his shaft down on my clit a few times, each smack packing much more force than I expected but still eliciting a squeal of delight from me. He then began grinding his dick directly and slowly along my clit, inch after agonizing inch raking across my bud. After reaching the base he laid his mighty member along my lower abdomen (well pushed down is a more accurate term due to its tendency to point upwards) as if to demonstrate its size and how deep it would go inside me, the head easily fell past my belly button.

Clearly sensing my nerves Tom reassured me "Don't worry I'll go slow" before leaning over and giving me a long and tender kiss, me savouring the taste of my own juices on his lips. 

Breaking the kiss and leaning back again he rubbed his flaring cockhead along my opening, I watched in fascination as the head became shiny as my juices seeped onto it. I looked up at the presence above me, I felt oddly aroused by my total vulnerability, me on my back my legs spread as wide I could manage while Tom's muscular figure leaned over me, his chiselled face with a look of steely concentration running down to his broad shoulders and strongly defined pectorals which lead to his delicious eight pack abs which themselves paved the way down to the mighty root springing out in front of him which was now prodding and probing at the entrance to my feminine core. He really was incredible, a real life Adonis who was going to fuck me like I'd never been fucked before. I felt nervous, excited, lustful, frightened and desperate all at once, a bizarre mix of emotions that created a cocktail that I found utterly addicting.

With a firm push forward with his hips Tom's cockhead parted my inner lips and rested at my entrance, I could feel myself quivering in anticipation of the invader preparing to assault. With another firm push forward my opening gave way and his bulbous cockhead slid straight in aided by the copious lubrication I was producing. Upon feeling his helmet inside me I couldn't help but gasp, the difference in size was noticeable already, my entrance contorting to accommodate his manhood. Giving me a moment to catch my breath and adjust to his size Tom then pushed in a little further, depositing another inch or two of his shaft into my tunnel. I was now a quivering mess, whimpering that I wanted more of his dick in me. Tom happily obliged and pushed in yet further. Half of Tom's shaft was now embedded within me and I got my first real taste of what I was in for. My pussy had never been this stretched before, my walls gripped his shaft to the point it was painful, I again got to experience how hard his cock was when I lightly squeezed my walls down on his shaft. This actually caused me to give a slight yelp as my walls met the ultimate resistance against Tom's unyielding titanium hard cock, it wasn't so much my walls squeezing him as it was my walls being stretched over him. 

Aided by the massive amount of wetness I was producing, another inch was forced in, then another and another. He was deeper than any guy had ever been, he was touching parts of me that had never been touched, that only he could. My eyes had long since been jammed shut as this mighty weapon was forced ever deeper. I heard Tom's voice travel out "We're nearly there..." before the last few inches were deposited inside and I got to experience his cock in all its glory. The whole procedure had taken close to ten minutes of steady inwards thrusting and gyrations to get it all in but I proudly managed to fit every inch of that monster into my poor pussy. Tom leaned forward again and planted a firm and passionate kiss on my lips, his cock just resting inside me. I felt it throbbing, my velvet walls totally enveloping him, caressing every ridge and every vein. I'd never been so totally filled, his head resting on the delicate back wall of my vagina. Just feeling all these sensations along with Tom's hungry kiss on my lips and once again my own arousal snuck up on me as I found myself shuddering and writhing under Tom as another orgasm washed over me, this one triggered just by having his mighty shaft embedded within me.

Tom held me steady as I lashed out on the bed, my walls were contracting forcefully and rhythmically on his unyielding cock, each squeeze causing a massive jolt of pain and pleasure as my sensitive walls were hopelessly stretched over his rod. I found though that each subsequent contraction became less painful and more pleasurable, my pussy was adapting and getting used to his massive dick. By the time the orgasm had subsided my look of pain had been replaced with a sexy grin, I wanted more, I needed more. Tom was going to fuck me any and every way he wanted and I was going to love every waking minute of it. 

He wasted no time and not long after my orgasm had subsided he was slowly withdrawing his penis, pulling back so just the head remained inside me only to push all ten inches back in one thrust. I squealed in a mixture of pain and delight and was soon cooing and purring for him to go faster. The pace of his thrusts steadily increased until he was sawing into my pussy at a rapid rate. I looked down at the spectacle before me, his penis was a blur as he ploughed into me with all he had, each thrust was beyond sensational, his massive shaft raked along my g-spot and his head gently prodded the sensitive back wall of my vagina each time he bottomed out. I knew that this treatment would very quickly send me over the edge but what I didn't know was what this edge consisted off. My fourth orgasm of the night hit me with comparable force to the others, sending me spiralling into a maelstrom of sexual bliss. However despite my walls clamping down fiercely on Tom's dick he continued to plough into me aided by the now gushing juices I was producing. Consequently the sensations didn't stop, his continued thrusting building up enough sexual energy to send me into another orgasm before the former could even properly end. I tried to count how many times I came but it was an impossible task, at times it was hard to tell when one orgasm ended and the second began and after a while of this ruthless unleashing of sexual pleasure on my poor body my mind seemed to be in a state of delirium, I was totally fuck drunk, not able to do anything or care about anything other than experience more pleasure.

I managed to open my eyes and gaze lustfully at Tom, he looked incredible, better than my fantasies. A very slight sheen of sweat had formed on Tom's skin symptoms of the marathon pounding he was giving me. Veins bulged in his arms as the blood pumped around his hugely aroused body. I admired how his abdominals flexed as he thrust into me and also noticed how his lower abdomen was lusciously coated with liquid, at some point I'd obviously squirted again and sprayed his lower abdomen with my juices. 

Slowing down only slightly he grabbed my legs and draped them over his shoulders, my body was contorting to accommodate him, my butt perched slightly in the air offering him greater access into my depths. With an animal thrust he bottomed out into my pussy again but this time the new angle and aggressive nature of the thrust meant his cockhead bumped roughly into my cervix. I confess a little part of me found the sharp pain pleasurable but most of me just found it, well, painful. I let out a slight cry and clearly noticing what he'd done Tom's look of steely erotic concentration had been replaced with one of genuine concern. "Shit! Sorry! Are you OK?"




My Lust for a College Stud Ch. 04



I smiled back at him timidly, I wasn't going to let one small hiccup ruin what was easily the most mind blowing sex I'd ever had. "Its fine your just REALLY big so...go easy on me big guy" I gave him my best slutty smile.

He grinned back "Yeah got a little carried away, you just really get me going maybe this position isn't the best idea" and with that he slid both hands under my ass, scooted off the bed and to my surprise and delight lifted me up in the process, his cock still buried within me. He was now standing upright, each hand planted firmly on my butt cheeks while my legs remained draped across his shoulders and my arms clung to his neck for dear life. I found this new position unbelievably erotic, the way he just manhandled me, picking me up like I weighed nothing, cupping my ass, sliding my entire body up and down on his shaft. He was in total control like this, if I removed my arms from his neck I would fall backwards on the floor in an undignified mess, my legs were scrunched up against his chest and draped over his shoulders so they couldn't exert any force against him. I couldn't escape from this even if I'd wanted too, I was his toy for as long as he wanted. 

Yet I clearly wasn't his toy, he wasn't violently thrusting into me (and in this position that would mean repeatedly hitting my cervix) but instead was slowly sliding my body up and down, expertly feeling for when his head was about to hit my cervix and slowly halting his probing rod so that his head only ever lightly tickled it. He wasn't squeezing my ass aggressively until it was raw but instead he gently stroked and caressed my pert cheeks, sending shivers up my spine. Most importantly though this position left us face to face affording us complete eye contact. I gazed into his eyes and at that moment I saw in him complete animal lust yes but also complete adoration for me. This combined with the ultra-deep and slow strokes as his shaft was repeatedly buried head to hilt in my channel sent me over the edge and my pussy was again clamping down on his cock. My orgasms intensity was such that I threw my head back but Tom quickly pulled my chin down so I remained facing him. He wanted to look me in the eye as I came all over his dick. 

My body slumped in Tom's arms as the last orgasmic waves washed over my body. He gently laid me down on the bed and pulled his cock out from within me. The sudden feeling of emptiness, the gaping vacuum left within me by his massive dick actually brought me back to life. I wanted it back inside me, I felt empty without it, I NEEDED to feel that big dick again. My quivering pussy tingled as I looked back up at Tom. He was standing over me his cock still rock hard and proudly pointing out from his body. It was slick and shiny with the juices I'd produced from my numerous orgasms. Remembering something I'd heard a week ago when Tom had fucked Haylee I got onto my knees and grabbed his cock stating that I "wanted to taste myself on your dick" before proceeding to lap up every drop of my juices off his manhood. Due in no small part to his size this took a reasonable amount of time and Tom, ever eager to make me feel good, reached for my behind as I blew him to stroke my leaking cunt and play with my pulsing clit. 

Through a combination of Tom's talented hands and my make out session with his penis I found myself re-invigorated. The exhaustion and fatigue that gripped me after my last orgasm was gone and I was again begging for more, longing to be filled. I spun around and while on all fours wagged my behind playfully in Tom's face, clearly exposing my pink (and now fairly swollen) pussy. Tom got the pretty obvious hint and was soon lining up his cock at my entrance, preparing to do me doggy style. Without warning he pushed all the way in and I squealed in delight at feeling his vastness consume me once again, stretching my walls, plunging into my depths. 

It wasn't long before the rhythmic thrusting had once again brought me to the edge of a climax and I smiled as I prepared for yet another mind blowing orgasm. I should have been prepared for what did happen though. Literally moments from my release Tom buried himself balls deep within me and wrapping his arms around my chest pulled me up and back into him. We were now both on our knees, me leaning back into his hard chest and his dick still buried up within me. I initially thought he was going to take me over the edge in this position and thus enthusiastically threw my arms back around his neck to stabilize myself. Instead though he remained still, I frustratingly tried to grind on his cock but once again he was using his muscular arms to hold me in place. I let out pathetic whimpers as my body began to react in anticipation for the orgasm I was being denied. I took a hand and tried to rub my clit, to bring myself the release I craved but Tom was ahead of me using one of his own hands to cup my delicate folds, denying me access. I felt his palm brush my clit ever so slightly, I squealed in pained delight, a breeze over my pussy would have brought me to climax at this point. Instead I received a husky whisper in my ear.

"You want to cum?"

"Yes"

"You need to cum?"

"Yes!!"

"Beg me for it"

"Please make me cum!!"

"Louder"

"Please!! I need you to make me cum!!"

"Louder!!" 

"PLEASE YOU FUCKING STUD MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!!"

That was enough. Tom started to thrust up into my pussy and began furiously strumming my clit. He was playing me like an instrument and I was loving it. The orgasm was worth waiting for, my whole body was again enveloped by pure bliss, my screams of joy barely beginning to describe what I was experiencing. Tom hadn't finished talking to me though. Through the writhing and flailing of my orgasm Tom held me tight and uttered into my ear 

"Only I can make you feel like this, only I can touch you like this, stretch you like this, reach this deep within you. You're my little whore, my personal slut, your pussy belongs to me, you will only ever get to feel this way with me..."

I found this new dirty talk beyond erotic, gone were the sweet utterings and the adoring looks and the playful teasing, this was animal, degrading and I came hard listening to him.

I was then pushed face down into the bed, Tom brought his legs forward, standing on the balls of his feet crouching over me with his dick still buried within me. He began to furiously thrust deep into my pussy. Each stroke made me cry into the bedsheets, I felt every inch of his cock slide along my g spot, his balls were slapping hard against my clit, he was pounding my pussy into absolute submission. I came again and again and again, feeling my fluids gushing out of my pussy, coating my thighs, it was pure bliss.

Then after an eternity of fucking I felt Tom tense up behind me, his dick seemed to swell even bigger and his already furiously paced fucking sped up even further. The limits of his amazing stamina had been reached and he was about to cum,

"Were do you want me to finish?" he managed through his repeated urgent thrusts.

Now that was a question. The possibilities truly excited me, I wanted to taste his cum, feel his pulsing cock in my mouth, but I also wanted to see him erupt, watch stream after stream of his cum shoot from his voluminous head and shower my body. Ultimately though there was only ever one option. He was to finish within me, to spray his seed deep within my feminine core and claim me as his own. 

I relayed these instructions to him in a slightly less poetic way "CUM IN ME STUD, FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPUNK!!"

And that he did, with a deep and mighty roar Tom's orgasm ripped through him in conjunction with another one of my own. His cock pulsed as wad after wad of his white hot cum filled my pussy, mixing with the gushing juices of my own release. My channel was being flooded with his monstrous load. After what must have been a solid minute of cumming from the two of us Tom pulled out his steadily deflating cock. I felt our combined juices start to seep out of my quivering cunt and lather my lips. 

We both collapsed forward onto the bed. I rolled over to see Tom lying on his back, chest rising heavily from his deep rapid breathing. Using every ounce of energy I had left I managed to wriggle over and lay my head on his chest and drape a leg over his stomach, he wrapped his left arm around me and pulled me in closer, allowing me to snuggle right up to him the way I liked.

"That was amazing" I managed and I more than meant it, words couldn't begin to describe how good that was. Nobody had ever came close to making me feel that way. 

"Thanks you were pretty impressive yourself" he was talking normally again. The dominant stud that had degraded me and made me his slut was gone, replaced with the sweet, handsome guy I fell for. He planted a tender kiss on my forehead. It was simple gesture and compared to everything that had come before it a very mild one but weirdly more than anything else that had happened that night, it was that kiss that really made me his.

You might be hoping to hear more from that night but alas there is no more. Already feeling exhausted from the superhuman fucking I'd received I was quickly rocked to sleep by Tom's rising chest as he breathed.

That was yesterday, the memory has been a constant source of arousal since. It has been what continues to fuel my obsession, my lust for Tom.

To be continued...maybe.