1 comments/ 29933 views/ 5 favorites University Diaries By: luvuwthoutmeasure Never unleash a 48 year old secretary on a college campus filled with men. I do stay away from the 18 -25 year olds, although I lust after their fucking hot bodies. The ease in the way they move -- their lean, muscled bodies -- delicious. I fantasize about their dicks ramming my wet pussy. For fun, I stick to the twenty-something coworkers, nerdy professors who are probably thirty year old virgins and the building engineers with strong hands and a great workroom that stirs my bondage desires. Today's entry is the guidance of an experienced woman to a young man in need. Joe is a 28 year old man in the media department of the University. I met him at a University event my office was hosting. He would stop by periodically at my office to talk, innocently enough, but his attention made my fucking filthy mind go to work. Joe was fairly good looking, not too thin or too fat. When I first met him he had a full beard so I knew had some extra testosterone pulsing though his veins, and a gay friend had told me once that the size of a man's ears were directly related to the size of his pecker. I knew Joe would be packing. We had an innocent flirtation for a few months, when the talk turned to his lack of a girlfriend. Our discussions slowly became more explicit. I finally asked him if he had ever had sex. He said yes, but when I said "with a woman" he became quiet. I asked him if he trusted me and Joe said yes. I told him to come back to my office tomorrow after 7:00 p.m. when everyone else would be gone. My boss' office was very private and had a comfortable chair with wide armrests. Joe left a bit confused, not knowing what to expect. I knew I would not fuck him or have any real physical contact with him. He was too young and inexperienced, but I would make sure his balls would be drained. I wore my usual conservative work attire, but put on black thigh highs, a lacey bra, and blouse that could be unbuttoned. My pussy was wet all day anticipating the night ahead and I don't know how I got any work done. I hadn't seen Joe all day and was wondering if I scared him away. A little after seven he arrived, and we went into the private office. I turned on a small lamp and had Joe sit in the chair. I sat on the chair arm making sure my skirt was hiked up enough for him to see the stocking tops. My blouse was opened so he could see plenty of tit and my lacey bra. We were very close, barley touching. I told him to take out his cock. He looked at me in shock, but I convinced him that he would not be disappointed. He undid his pants and took out his dick. I wished I had put a towel underneath my pussy because I convulsed so hard when he pulled out his long, thick delicious cock that was already semi-erect. I whispered for him to start stroking his cock. I think he was so nervous he just followed my instructions. I asked him the name of a girl he liked and he replied Colleen. I began my story in a very sexy quiet voice. "You're driving home one night and see Colleen out for a run. The weather suddenly takes a turn for the worse, and you call her over to give her a ride home. She invites you in until the threatening weather passes. You talk, have a drink, and then it is time to leave. Colleen walks you to the door, thanking you for the ride and she hugs you goodbye. You both feel a spark and you take the chance and lift her chin and kiss her softly on the mouth. She responds, so you kiss her harder and push your tongue into her soft mouth. She presses her body into yours and you feel your cock stiffen. You noticed her bedroom and guide her towards it. She resists a bit, but then submits. You lay her down on the bed and start kissing again. Your hand reaches under her top and you slip it under her bra. You feel her nipple harden against your hand as you start pulling on it and massaging her tit. You're surprised at how big and heavy her tits feel in your hand. You're hand goes down towards her round ass and slips around to find her hot wet pussy. Her pussy lips are so soft and her fuck hole is so dripping wet that it seems to draw your finger in. You feel her hands working on your zipper and that big, thick dick of yours springs from your pants. Her hand starts pulling and squeezing your sexy cock. You know you want that fucking beautiful mouth sucking your manhood. You guide her to the floor and sit at the edge of the bed. She is on her knees before you and starts to lick the tip of your dick. She strokes your cock as her tongue runs down your pulsating shaft. She swallows your cock until you feel the back of her throat and she starts bobbing her head as she sucks that big throbbing dick of yours." I hear Joe's breath quicken and deepen. I know he's about to shoot this thick load. His balls are out of his pants and I have never seen such a huge sack. I was worried he was going to cum so much it would be hard to clean up after our fun. He's stroking his cock harder and faster. His eyes are barely open as I continue our fantasy. "You're about to cum, but you want to pump Colleen's tight little pussy. You pull her onto the bed and pull down her pants and panties. You rub your cock over her pink little pussy lips and gently push it into her. Her pussy is so tight. You pump her harder and harder and she screams as she cums." That was it, Joe sighed. His pulsating cock exploded all over his hands and pants. My pussy convulsed and it was all I could do to control myself from licking up his thick cream. I put my arm around him and moved closer to him and whispered how sexy he was. I told him to remember how he feels now when he is out meeting girls. I slowly kissed his cheek and got him a tissue to clean up. I asked him if he had a good time. He weakly shook his head. He said he never came so hard. I pulled him closer and stroked his head until he calmed down. He asked if I could help him cum again. I ran my finger along his hand, brought it to my mouth, and said yes, but only until he got real pussy. University Diaries Ch. 02 If you read Entry 1 you know I came to the aid of a young man not getting fucked. He's too young for me, but I see it as my duty to help him cum with a real woman and not just porn flashing on a screen. I was afraid I embarrassed Joe. Masturbating in front of someone may have been too much for him. I saw Joe in the hall and asked, "Are you okay with what we did last night?" He wouldn't look at me, but replied, "I've never cum so hard, it felt great to be close to you." I reminded him to think about how good it felt when he shot his load with me and just how much better it would feel in a tight, warm pussy with soft tits grazing his chest. Joe looked a little distracted so grabbed his arm and told him, "Baby, I don't think it is a good for us to be together-there are too many differences, but you are my favorite fantasy. Just seeing you makes my pussy so wet for that big dick of yours." I headed down the hall and said, "Have a great weekend and go out and meet some girls. Remember how if felt when you were cumming and send out that vibe. If you need to get together, I am here for you." I took a couple of days off and returned to work late in the week. I knew Joe would stop by. I wore my thigh highs and figured I would slip off my bra if Joe and I hooked up He didn't disappoint and came to my office about six. We starting talking about his progress with girls, and he said he seemed to feel more confident and was getting a better reaction from women. I told him, our little sessions would end when he meets a girl. You need to focus all of your attention on the real cunt in your life. I told Joe to come back to my office at about 7:00 p.m. when the coast would be clear. I took off my bra and unbuttoned my blouse an extra button and positioned my it so Joe would get a good view of my tits while he was jerking off. "Right on time, baby" I said as Joe came in to my boss' private office. He was much more relaxed now that he knew what was going to happen. I asked if he had jerked off since last week. He nodded. "Was it as good, alone" I asked Joe. "No, but I jerked off to your voice, your legs, your tits." Joe pulled me onto his lap. I kissed his forehead and said, "Cool down, you came before I finished the story last time." I sat on the arm of the chair and this time I undid his belt and zipper. He pulled out his big dick and started stroking it immediately. I leaned very close to him so his head rested on my chest. I knew he could feel my hardening nipple under the thin material of the blouse and could see my other tit. I began today's masturbatory fantasy, again with the lovely Colleen. "After fucking Colleen's brains out a couple of days ago, you didn't know if she wanted to see you again. She did. You were working late, alone. Colleen entered your office cube. She was wearing a very short, tight black skirt, with a way too small university logo tank top. It was obvious she was not wearing anything underneath as you could see every ripple of her areola and the hard bud of her, heavy tits. She straddles you on your chair and starts to kiss your sexy lips. She works her way down to your neck and you go crazy over her kisses. You can't believe the heat coming from her pussy. You know she can feel your cock stiffen as she grinds down onto your dick. You rub your hands down her back and ass and discover she has no panties on. This makes your dick harden so bad it aches. You bring your hands up to those beautiful tits of hers and pull them out over the top of her shirt. The top is so tight that her tits are pushed together so that you can suck both nipples at once. She continues to grind her hot pussy into your hard dick as you hungrily suck her tits. Then you hear someone walking towards your office. Colleen slides down your body so she is under your desk. It was just the security officer making his rounds. Thankfully, he barely sticks his head into your office and continues on his way. After his footsteps disappear, Colleen takes advantage of her location. You see her hand reach up and unbuckle and unzip your pants. She pulls out your semi-hard cock and your full ball sack. She wets your dick from tip to base with her tongue. She starts stroking and pulling and squeezing that big, thick dick of yours while her mouth works on your cum heavy balls. She is kissing and licking your ball sack. Almost worshipping it. You feel her suck each ball into her mouth. She switches it up and massages your balls while her mouth works on that great big fuck stick of yours." I see Joe's cock twitch as he vigorously strokes his meat. His mouth and head nuzzle into open blouse. I feel his warm, rapid breathe on my stiff nipples. I'm afraid he's going to cum before my story ends. My pussy is so wet and contracting so hard I feel breathless as I continue the fantasy. "Colleen is using her mouth like a tight pussy hole. Her lips are so tight around you cock and her head is bobbing up and down so fast. Her hands seem to massage the cum from your balls. That's it. You shoot you thick, hot cum down her waiting throat. She swallows every drop. You sink into your chair. Your balls have never felt so drained. You look down at Colleen's beautiful face as she licks your cock clean and you feel your manhood begin to stiffen again. You pull her up and impale her, reverse cowgirl, on your hardening dick. You hike up her skirt so you can watch her tight little ass riding your fuck pole and watch as her tight,wet pussy swallows your cock. You feel Colleen starting to fatigue so you stand up with your dick still in her pussy and force her over your desk. You grab her by her tits and use them to pull her towards you while you ram your fat cock into her pussy." I felt Joe push his face into my tits pushing open my blouse, his mouth aching for my nipple as he shot his cream all over the two of us. I held his head still as he squeezed the last bit of cum out of his cock. I held him close as we both tried to catch our breath. I finally was able to move and grabbed some Kleenex from the desk to start cleaning up. This time, though, I could not resist tasting Joe's cream. He watched as I scraped his thick cum from my blouse and brought it to my waiting mouth. I love the taste and feel of cum in my mouth and I think Joe appreciated my enthusiasm as I licked it from my fingers. I took his hand and licked the cum off it. We cleaned up our clothes the best we could and straightened out the office. He walked me to my car. It was a warm, early fall night. The pink and red sunset highlighted the trees on campus. I so wanted to pull Joe into my car and drive to the nearest forest preserve, pull out a blanket and have him fuck me until I couldn't walk. I did resist. I kissed him a little too suggestively on the cheek, and told him to make sure he had plans to meet girls this weekend. "We can't have your thick cream go to waste in a tissue anymore." I gave Joe a hug, and I got into my car to leave. I really felt, a type of fondness for Joe; though guilty for using this young man for my own sexual fantasies. I got off as much as he did with my filthy scenarios. University Diaries Ch. 03 If you have followed my exploits, you will be glad to know that Joe, the young man I would help jack off, is currently dating a girl his own age. He stops by periodically to say hi, and we both love it that the other people in the office have no idea what filthy things we were up to. We have quite of a crew of building engineers at the University. They are all in their 40's on up. The head engineer is a really sexy guy name John. He is usually pretty surly, but I go out of my way to be friendly to him, especially because all repairs need to get his okay. He was giving me a hard time about a project, when I blurted out, "Wouldn't you just like to shove your dick down my throat to shut me up?" I really threw him for a loop. I don't think what I said registered with him. John replied, "What did you say?" "You know exactly what I said, and I meant it" I returned. "Wear something sexy under your clothes tomorrow and come down to the work room by 6:00 a.m. Both shifts will be there, and we all like to shut you broads up," John responded. I pressed up against John and said, "I can't wait." Six a.m. could not come fast enough. I picked out a dark blue and black corset that fit under my tits and ended at my hips. I wanted the guys to have complete access to my tits, pussy and ass. I put my hair up and wore just a touch of makeup. I met John as planned. He was alone. "I didn't think you would come," he growled. John grabbed me and gave a very hard, sexy kiss, which was a bit of a surprise. He pulled off my sweater and pulled down my skirt. I stood there in my corset and high heels. "Very nice outfit" John said leeringly as he inspected me. He lifted me onto the big wooden table in the work room and bound my wrists and legs with something like handcuffs but they were looped to these spiral bolts so I could be turned completely without being released. The guys could position me in whatever way they wanted to use me. "You seem to have done this before," I remarked at the set up. John replied, "No, but we have some creative guys working overnight. I knew their regular work would be shit after I told them what to expect this morning so I made them work on this." My nipples were so hard as John bound me. My pussy was so wet that John noticed it when he was binding my legs. He stroked my puffy pussy lips and said, "What a wet little whore you are." I heard his zipper and the sound of this pants falling to the ground. The next thing I knew, John had straddled my face and started rubbing his balls and cock on my mouth. His dick was so hard and his balls so heavy. I started to lick and suck whatever John would feed to me. "Lick my balls, baby," John grunted. "Yeah, suck em" he continued. I was so turned on to be so completely under his control. I loved taking each ball in my mouth and sucking and licking it. He moved further up and commanded, "Lick my ass." Little did he know that I love licking a guy's ass. I stiffened my tongue and licked and poked at his brown hole as he moved back and forth over my mouth and tongue. I wished my hands were free to stoke his cock. I heard his breathing quicken as he smothered me with his ass and balls. He was ready to cum, but wanted to spray his juice down my throat. He moved back and shoved his cock into my waiting, open mouth. He leaned forward like he was doing a push up and started fucking my mouth. I could barley breathe and tried not to gag as he worked his cock like a piston in my mouth. It didn't take long for him to fill my throat with his hot, thick cum. I swallowed every bit. He let me lick him clean before he got off of me. He took a towel and wiped up my face, smoothed my hair, and adjusted my corset. He grabbed my tit and said, "You have a great mouth when it's filled with cock. Next time I'll try out that wet pussy of yours." He pulled on his pants and left. I didn't know what to expect next. I did not have to wait long. "What the hell," I recognized the voice as Rob. He was the night engineer and had to be in his mid-60's. I always was a bit flirtatious with him. I would touch his arm when talking with him and would hug him around holidays or when I hadn't seen him in a while. I don't think Frank told him what was going on. He stammered, "What is going on here?" "Just having a little fun," I replied. I realized this was too much for him so I told him to unbind me. I am always modestly dressed and very innocent and demure in our relationship, and I think the old guy was in shock. He started to unbind my legs. I could hear his deep breathing and feel his hands shake as he got an eyeful of my exposed pussy. As he removed my wrist binding, I noticed he was staring at my tits -- a breast man. I sat up at the edge of the table and wrapped my arms around his neck and asked him to help me down. He did, and I led him over to a chair against the wall. I heard some noises outside the work room and got the idea that we were being watched. I was sure to give Rob the time of his life and put on a show for the other guys. I stepped back and slowly turned for Rob. "Do you like what you see," I purred. He could barely shake his head yes. I straddled him and started to kiss his neck. I moved forward so my tits were inches away from his face. I pulled his fat, rough fingers onto them. He rolled my nipples between his fingers. I moaned and started to grind my pussy into his cock. He grabbed my tit and sucked half of it into his mouth. "Hmmm, baby that feels so good," I sighed. He suckled my tit so hard. I knew I was going to have a gigantic hickey on it. His other hand continued to roll and pull at my nipple. I love tit play and he was a master at it. I felt his cock pushing against his thick work pants. I slide down his body and stood up. I bent over at the waist to unzip his pants and give the other guys a view of my spread ass. I knelt down and pulled out his massive cock. It was thick and long. There was no way I could deep throat that monster. I started stroking and pulling his shaft from base to tip. I put his big cock between my tits and squeezed them tightly around his dick and gave him a good titty fucking. "Feel good baby?" I asked as I looked up at him with my big blue eyes. I kissed the very tip of his old cock before I released it from my tits. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, kissing it and sucking on the sides. I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and squeezed and pumped the base of his thick dick. He was grunting and breathing really hard so I stroked his cock harder and faster from base to tip. He shot is load and it dripped down my hand. I licked my fingers clean and lapped up the cum on his dick. I helped him put his spent cock away and zipped and buckled his pants. John came back in and told him it was time to go. He seemed kind of dazed. I don't know if he has it in him for fucking me, but Rob really appreciated our time together. I will definitely have to spend some time alone with him. After Roy left, John came back in and brought me over to the sink. "Did you like the show?" I asked. He pulled my hand to his rock hard cock and said, "You're not done yet." He washed my face with a warm cloth and gave me some water and mouth rinse. "You'll enjoy the next guy," John whispered in my ear. He had me lean against the table. In came a short, kind of chubby guy with a droopy mustache. He was only about 5'4'' as he was eye level with me with my heels on. I would see him around the college, but didn't really know his name. He came close to me and put his arms around my waist and gave me a very long, hard kiss. He rolled his tongue in my mouth as we pressed our bodies together. He wedged his leg between mine and I ground my pussy hard on it. He massaged my tits. I felt his hands reach around my back and down to my ass cheeks. He lifted me up onto the work table and climbed on top of me. He started kissing my neck. I could feel him undoing his pants. He worked his way down kissing my tits and using his palm to massage my pink nipples. He pushed up my legs and began licking my pussy and sucking my clit. My whole body shuddered. His bushy mustache tickled my inner thighs and pussy lips. I felt two fingers invade my tight, pink hole. He fingerfucked me and rubbed his mustache over my pussy lips. He slid up my body and started rubbing his cock against my pussy. His cock was average length, but very thick -- kind of like the man. Hmmm, his dick slid into my pussy. He started out slow, but soon was ramming his cock inside me. The combo of his length and girth hit all the right spots and made me cum so hard. I knew he was ready to cum when he shoved his cock so deep in me. I felt my pussy muscles clamp down on his dick and milk the cream from him. He collapsed on top of me and we laid there until his limp dick fell out. It was so good. My pussy was on fire. He zipped up and left me on the table as his cum and my pussy juices dripped out of me. Being fucked by experienced, real men who know what they are doing is so sexy. So far this fuck session was turning out to be just what I needed. Then Greg walked in. He was very tall and powerful looking, and the youngest of the guys. He strode towards me and bound my hands. He roughly turned me over onto my stomach and pushed me up on all fours. Doggie-style -- my favorite. I was glad my pussy was wet. Greg climbed up on the table, unzipped and savagely rammed his thick cock into my pussy. He slapped my ass hard and said, "You like being fucked like a whore." He slapped my ass again and screamed, "Answer me bitch." "Yes," I barely whispered. "Yes, what," he yelled. "I like being fucked like a whore," I answered. He relentlessly pounded my pussy harder and deeper. He kept calling me a fuck whore and pulled my hair pumping me even harder. I love to be humiliated while getting my pussy pounded. The cruel tone of his voice made me want to please him more. He slapped my ass harder as he rode my pussy. He was slamming me so hard I thought his balls were invading my pussy. He moaned, and I felt his cum fill me. After his balls were completely empty, he came around in front of me and pulled me by the hair to his cock. "Lick it clean bitch," he growled. I tasted my pussy juices and his creamy cum. I licked and sucked every inch of Greg's cock. When he was finished with me, he pulled out of my mouth and left me on the table on all fours. John came in and unbound me. "The party's over. It's getting late and people are arriving for work and school." John said. He helped me get dressed and drove me home. He walked me up to my apartment and led me to my bathroom. As I was undressing I heard him call my office and tell my boss I would not be in today as I was ill. Very nice touch. John barged into the bathroom. I was completely naked. "Make sure you take a hot shower and clean your fuck hole and mouth." John commanded. "I've got your key and I'm making copies for anyone who wants one." He pushed me onto the toilet and instructed me to piss. He put two of his fingers under my golden stream and rubbed it into my pussy. "Next time we'll see if you're a piss whore," were John's parting words. University Diaries: Girl Next Door It was December 1999, and we had been at University for three months. The first semester was drawing to a close, and the year 2000 was approaching. Everybody had heard about the "Y2K Bug", and that the time was about to come when man's reliance on technology was going to be punished. Trusted computer systems and fatally designed microchips were going to spectacularly fail. Planes would fall out of the sky and food would fail to be distributed to the supermarkets. The best thing to do was to stock up with food and water, and get yourself a gun. Some people were nervous, but most people really didn't believe in the scaremongering coming from extremists. We were young and free with not a care in the world, and hungry to experience life. We lived for today, and the suggestion that end of the world was close gave us excuse to do whatever we wanted. Saturday night, and unusually my girlfriend from back home hadn't made the trip to visit that weekend. Jill had one of her friend's eighteenth birthday to celebrate back home. I sure as hell wasn't going back home to some dull party, I had moved to the big city, and that was where I was going to stay. Jill still lived with her protective parents, and I had my own room in the University Halls of Residence; she normally visited me where we could be alone together. Without any real plans, I went to the kitchen to cook some instant noodles. They were cheap, fast, and I knew how to cook them. Already in the kitchen were three of my neighbors. We shared the same corridor and therefore the same kitchen. Nikki, Diane and Sarah were dressed for bed, each of them sporting provocative silk nighties. Looking back now, I am sure that knowing they wore this clothing in the kitchen; they were competing with each other a little. The silk looked expensive, and the colours were daring. Each piece hung flimsily to their bodies, and was sure to catch the attention of any man in the vicinity. As I chucked my 'healthy' meal into a pan, I engaged in jovial conversation with my neighbours. We all got along well enough, though I was more an acquaintance of their group than a part of it. The girls continued their conversation, and naturally I heard what was said. They were talking about their plans to watch the cheesy 'erotic film' played in its regular late night slot on Channel 5. Accordingly they watched it every week. From their tone it seemed that they watched it as something to laugh at rather than anything sexual. It was only a few years from my younger years when catching glimpses of some of those scenes would have been the highlight of my week. They chatted about how fake the scenes seemed, and how atrocious the acting was. The thought of these three girls in one of the rooms watching sex on T.V. sent a whirlwind daydream through my head. The blonde Nikki was sprawled across the bed, watching the scene as the actress masturbated by a swimming pool. Nikki's red negligee too flimsy to contain her busty chest, the top of her tits hung over it, putting her nipples on display. Glued to the screen, her big blue eyes displayed nothing but lust and a yearning desire for satisfaction. Diane and Sarah looked so similar they could be mistaken for twin sisters. Their small, slender frames climbed onto Nikki, one on each side, taking her nipples into their mouths. Straddling Nikki's leg, Diane's tight arse was exposed to the air: a fruity peach just ripe to be eaten. Sarah's hand made its way up Nikki's thigh, following the trail of juices her cunt was emitting, until her fingers linked with Diane's, who was already working on her own pussy. The two brunette's soft lips met as they began to kiss deeply, the blonde's hefty tits being used as soft pillows. "So, do you think we could do a better job ourselves? Making porn, I mean?" Nikki asked. The girls' conversation shifted, and my concentration shifted from my fantasy world. I listened intently, peering out of the corner of my eyes. Suddenly a hiss made its way from the pan, as water bubbled over the sides. I quickly brought my attention back to the noodles; I didn't want to look like an idiot! I thought Nikki might be teasing me. I couldn't tell for sure. Trying to stay cool, I inspected the bubbling pot of noodles, feeling that I was being watched. I felt her attention on me from over my shoulder. Nikki's question led to a giggling reaction amongst them. "Would you do it though? On camera, for just anybody to see?" Diane asked. "Oh yeah, I would. But only with Karl. I'd do it for the money. There would be nothing wrong with the world seeing my love. I'm not ashamed of it." Sarah brashly exclaimed. Her statement caused a brief moment of silence. Everyone knew why, except maybe Sarah. To this very day, Sarah's noise from sex is the loudest I have ever heard. She is an extremely loud and orgasmic lover. I remember the low pitched grunts that used to fill the corridor when she fucked. She sounded like an animal; my words are not enough to describe it. Everybody in the kitchen knew it, and for sure she wouldn't need to ridiculously fake any orgasms. For my part, I stayed at the stove, my back to them, trying desperately to hide an inappropriately rising erection, and probably failing miserably. "I wouldn't degrade myself like that. It would be something you would have to live with your whole life, "declared Nikki. "Well, the movie will be starting soon. Would you like to come and watch with us?" Diane's question was directed towards me, and caught me a little off guard. "Why not?" was the only response I could make, and so we made our way into Diane's room, the room next to mine. She literally was the cute girl next door. We settled to watch the made-for-television soft-core. This week centred on a woman who embarked on an affair with an apprentice carpet fitter. The guy seemed a lot more interested in fucking the woman and her neighbors than getting any carpets fitted. After eating the noodles, I was glad that the room was dark, conscious of my body's almost every present erection in the presence of these women. The empty bowl on my lap was useful. During the film the girls giggled and laughed at how ridiculous the acting and plotline were. To me, my mind kept wandering off back to my earlier fantasy, Sarah and Diane kissing passionately, their heads lay against Nikki's big knockers. They wanted me to come and fuck them one by one. That was a fantasy, and there was a real world out there. An advertisement break prompted Nikki to bring up one of her teasing conversational topics; she liked to tell us about her sex life, I don't know why, but perhaps it was a mechanism of competing for attention. Having had a few months away from home, we had all had plenty of opportunity to get a little daring. We all knew though, that Nikki was an insatiable slut, working her way through the guys on campus, and indeed further afield. "Well then, what are the kinkiest things we've done recently then?" The way Nikki worded the open question made it sound like a competition. When there was a brief pause before she took the lead and continued. "Well you remember me telling you about Mark from the fourth floor? Well he was really into bondage, actually a bit weird. Anyway, a few weeks ago he asked, well practically begged me, to tie him up and whip him. So that's what I did, dress in black like a dominatrix and tied him to the bed for a spanking. It was so cool. Do that to a guy, and he's putty in your hands." Nikki was showing off. Telling us all how open minded, adventurous and experienced she was. I had tried a little light bondage in the past myself, but I wasn't so sure I wanted to make that public knowledge. Besides, that one had already been done. I exclaimed openly and jokingly at how lucky Mark must have been that night, before telling my piece. I had heard that for some people public sex was a turn on, so I told of how often myself and Jill had been caught by dog walkers whilst getting it on in the countryside. As we went around the room it seemed like a game of truth or dare, except there would be no dare options. Sarah told of how her boyfriend bought her some new and exciting lingerie every week. Somehow everything we came up with didn't seem to match with Nikki's story, of which we had no doubt there was a library more where that came from. Diane didn't exactly rise to the bait. Instead she turned it onto its head a little bit. She was in a relationship with a guy a lot older than us, in his late twenties. Unlike the rest of us he had money, working as a manager in a take out restaurant. Actually I have to admit I was jealous. Looking back, the guy still lived with his parents, and his job was nothing compared to the kind of money we have all gone on to earn, I'm sure. "My sex life is boring really," Diane nonchalantly stated," all he ever does is lie on his back while I ride him. Then we roll over and go to sleep. He is never into doing anything any different at all." The next weekend my girlfriend Jill visited. We went shopping in the city centre and ended up having an argument. What it was I can't even remember now, but probably rooted in what could and could not be afforded in the expensive department stores. All that I do remember was how dejected I was when Jill stormed off to the train station, insisting I do not follow her. It seemed like what had been a great relationship was on the ropes. The distance was beginning to pay its toll. When I got back to the university halls I tried to stay happy, though I was pissed off. When I got to the kitchen, I found a fantastic feminine form in front of me. Diane was bending over to get into the refrigerator in her little green silk outfit. My eyes made my way up her firm eighteen year old legs until my gaze rested on her shapely behind. The best thing about it was that she couldn't tell I was checking her out, with her head in the fridge. My gaze reminded me that this week there would be no sex, having had the argument. That would make it an unbearable two weeks. Anyway, Diane began to cook and I stayed for a few minutes to talk. "Is Jill not around this weekend then?" she asks. "Oh yes, she was here; but she's gone now, " my reply was hardly enthusiastic. "Oh really? She was here? I didn't hear her," There was a suggestive tone to Diane's voice. Indirectly she was indicating surprise that she hadn't heard Jill's orgasmic moans of pleasure filtering through the thin walls that divided our rooms. My memories returned to the loud noises that emanated from Sarah's room. Jill and I aren't loud like that, surely? Maybe I was reading more into what was said than I should. "Well, if you are bored, you can always come and see me, the girls are all away tonight." A little later on after shooting some pool in the recreations room, I made my way back up to my room. Hearing music from Diane's room next door, I remembered her invitation, and knocked on the door. When she opened up the door I was glad pleased to see she was still wearing that little green silk piece. She smiled and invited me in, offering me a drink. She reached up to the bookshelf and brought down a bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke. Whilst her back was turned I had no need to hide my lustful gaze upon her arse as her little nightie lifted just enough to see the bottom of her sweet little cheeks. It wasn't uncommon for us to share drinks, and vodka was a favourite of her social group. I accepted her offer of drinks, and we chatted. We talked about life; politics, our aspirations for the future, what our lives back home had been like. After a while she invited me to come and sit down on the bed next to her. The drinks had been flowing, each glass containing more vodka and less coke, we were having a really good time together. When the conversation turned to sex, it was light hearted, and fun more than anything. I told her about my fantasy to be tied up, like Nikki had done with Mark. She laughed, and I responded with a drunken chuckle of my own. We made our way through half the bottle of vodka, and the alcohol had our inhibitions relaxed. We had never really spoken for as long together before. It was then that a key moment in our relationship came. Somehow as we turned to talk to each other we found ourselves looking at each other. The conversation paused as we gazed, and smiled, for what seemed like an eternity. The natural thing to do was to lean forward and kiss her. My advances were accepted and our lips met. As I backed away again she smiled so sweetly at me, before I returned. Holding her in my eyes we fell onto the mattress and kissed. After a few minutes my drunken hands began to explore her firm and slender body. I had desired that body for so long, and until now the girl next door had been unattainable. I moved to kiss her neck as my hands slip to her hips. I wanted to move my lips to her breasts, so easily exposed in that negligee though I dared not go any further. Diane got up from the bed and opened her underwear drawer. I prayed that she was reaching for a box of condoms. Instead her dainty little hand came out of the drawer clutching on to a key, obviously one for the rooms in the hall. "Come with me," Diane asked, "I have something for you..." Not really questioning this too much what was going on, I settled myself down and followed her down the corridor. When we got to Nikki's room on the right, she stopped and used the key to fling the door open. Motioning me inside, she turned on a dimly lit lamp and locked the door behind me. Normally I guess my head would have been spinning with thoughts about exactly why I was locked in Nikki's room with Diane, but instead I was too drunk to question anything too much. "What are we doing here?" I asked. "Sssh," Diane replied, holding her finger to my lips. "I'm looking after her room for her while she's back home for the weekend. She lets me use her fridge," removing her hand from my mouth she stepped closer. We gazed at each other in a drunken moment of silence before she took another step and kissed me. She was confident, and for good reason; no man would ever be able to turn her down, and she knew it. I took her in my arms, my mind full of desire, driven by youthful lust. I couldn't believe my luck. We stood and kissed as she held my back, and I let go. My hands roamed her body, hungrily groping her tits and arse. As we kissed we moved along the room, along the length of the desk. We both knew we were heading for the bed, and exactly how many steps it would take to get there whilst I explored the cavern of her mouth with my tongue, these rooms were all the same. Breaking the walk, I quickly removed my t-shirt, and tossed it on the floor. At that time, I had only recently given up boxing, and was immeasurably fitter than I am now. My body was still toned. My biceps and triceps were solid. Not an ounce of fat one me, I knew the muscles on my stomach turned women on, as testified by the attention that Jill had previously spent licking my skin. I may be small in stature, but I was more than confident exposing myself. Not that was on my mind right now. Right now I was thinking about fucking Diane, and not much else. I wasted no time on reaching back out for her body again. When we reached the bed, Diane pushed me onto it. Involuntarily, she let out a barely audible giggle as she quickly jumped on top of me. I could sense an excited tone in her voice as she spoke. "And now for this surprise I promised!" Straddling my body, her hot legs wide and her flaming cunt pressed against my stomach, she reached by the side of Nikki's bed. Looking over my shoulder I saw her pull out a restraint that she quickly applied to my arm. There was no way I was going to argue. Diane was hot, and getting kinky! I just couldn't believe my luck, and was more than happy to hold out my left arm as she attached the restraint around my wrist. The ease with which she worked out how to fasten the metallic straps brought a wicked realisation to my mind: she had been playing with these restraints before. My right hand was still free, as we grinned at each other. Neither of us had done anything like this before. My fingers roamed over her young pearly flesh. Pulling down at the strap over her shoulder with my free hand, she tilted her head, as I moved down to caress the outside of those perky round tits. "Now come on, play along," she laughed as she talked playfully in her almost innocent tone. I could feel the warmth emanating from Diane's body as she straddled me, and just able to detect her reserved rubbing of her pussy against my pelvic area. She took the hand from her breast as I squeezed it, both arms stretched out, holding my wrist to the mattress as she fastened my right arm into place too. Perversely, being restrained like this felt liberating, as though something within me had been released. My mobility was restricted, I could move my arms slightly, maybe an inch until the restraints were pulled taught. Similarly, I could kick out my legs with no problem, but with Diane's weight on my body, my entire torso was held in position. It was exhilarating. With every long deep breath that I made, it felt as though energy was building within my body. My torso was on fire, my skin tingling, as she caressed my chest with both hands. A mischievous look invaded Diane's face before she swivelled. Turning her body so that she could reach out for the straps that bind my legs, I gazed upon her with an immense lust. She was bent over, her knees splayed apart as they rested on the mattress. Her tight arse just inches from my face; I licked my lips in anticipation of getting a bite of that sweet peach. Hidden from my view, Diane's hands worked their way to my zipper, swiftly loosening my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My cock stood upright, rigidly pointing towards the ceiling. Diane's hands worked their way from my knees where they left the jeans and up my inner thigh. She moved quickly, but to me the movement up my legs felt like an eternity until I felt the nimble fingers reach my desperate dick. At this I gasped, and hunched my chest forward. My arms pulled to their maximum as they pulled at the restraints, I was able to lick the outer edge of her left arse cheek. Her response was immediate, instinctual it seemed, as she shoved her weight backwards. Her pussy only protected with the flimsy panties, she drove my head back onto the pillow. The sweet smell of her cunt caused me to lick out and nibble at her desperately through her sodden panties. All the time she worked on my cock, gripping tightly and working it in circles before sliding her hands up and down over my length. I struggled for breath as Diane held my face between her legs. At the same pace that she worked my throbbing cock, grinding her pussy against my face; fucking my nose and feeling the gentle probing of my teeth through her underwear. Perhaps she sensed that I was about to cum, I don't know, but suddenly she moved away from me, and reeled away from the bed. Her demeanour had changed, she somehow seemed more sexually alive, more demanding. She was a little drunk, but then so was I, and I justified to myself that she was using me every bit as much as I was using her. "Where you goin'? I was just getting into that, "I enquired, no doubt sounding alarmed at the way she had stopped. Diane stood above me at the side of the bed where I lay and snorted a response, "Don't worry, I haven't finished with you yet." She began to walk alongside the length of the bed, and held out her arm. Mockingly, she waved her hand about two inches over my body. She started over my chest, her hand floating above my body. I watched it get closer to my cock. If she was going to avoid a collision, her hand would have to be raised as she approached my member. She was teasing me. She didn't raise her hand though, and my entire body shuddered as her hand passed through. My cock wobbled and boinged around in the air, her swift brush on my piece over as soon as it began, whilst she hovered teasingly over my thighs. University Diaries: Girl Next Door Finally she reached the end of the bed. I did not struggle at all, willingly holding my legs out as she revealed more straps and tied them to my ankles. It seemed Nikki had four straps, one for each limb, attached to each metallic bedpost. My legs spread so far apart, I felt exposed, vulnerable even. If it wasn't for Diane's sweet nature and the slight anticipation of some of her manoeuvres, I would have felt a little nervous. What did make me a little uncomfortable, or perhaps the word is excited, is the fact that we were doing this on Nikki's bed. Would she ever know? I had no idea what the next thing Diane would do. What I wanted was for her to get down to her knees and suck my cock. But that's not what happened; what she did do took me by surprise. With me tied up and spread-eagled on the bed, she walked over to the desk, and opened up Nikki's drawer. Out of it she pulled a black shining bra, along with a PVC miniskirt, both of which she placed on the chair. Peering over at me, as I stared back wide-eyed, she smiled at my acceptance and obvious interest. Still rummaging at the drawer, and with another of her drunken, nervous giggles, she pulled out a paddle and placed it on the desk. "It's not necessarily Nikki that's the kinkiest girl on our floor you know. Do you think I could give her a run for her money?" "Sure, course you can...." as I replied, Diane cut me short, "Well, it's not like your going to have any choice in the matter now is it?," her voice abnormally sharp. "Tonight I am going to be a dominatrix slut and use you for my will," she blurted the sentence; it seemed rehearsed, and yet rushed. Diane began to put on the black PVC clothing that she had found. First though, she had to remove her own. This was something that I had wanted to see for months, ever since I first met her. She had such a fine, toned body. You just can't beat a tight bit of arse like that, utterly edible, as I had found as she had ground on my face beforehand. With a swift removal of the straps from her shoulders, the silk clothing fell to the carpet. Her tits stood firm and proud, every detail of her body called out to me. Diane reached out to the table and put on the miniskirt. It suited her better than it would Nikki. In my opinion black PVC belongs on a brunette, especially a petite lady. I'm sure from the look in my eyes she knew my yearning. Then she went to put on the bra. Having seen her naked, I had mixed feelings about her getting dressed again. Something about that didn't feel right! But then again, this was kinky, dirty; it was some sort of taboo we were crossing. As she fastened the bra, there was a look of disappointment on her face. The material it was made from was rigid, and was too big on her to look sexy. It only lasted a fleeting second, but when she looked down, and decided to take the top off, you could see that she was comparing herself to Nikki, the girl with the massive boobs. Why she would let it affect her I don't know; Diane was hot stuff, everyone wanted Diane. A second later she was up and bright again. I took a deep breath, a wide eyed grin on my face, as she moved towards me with intent, clutching the paddle in one hand. "God you're sexy," I said to her as she arrived by the side of my bed, peering over me. Her paddle swished down onto my nipple from where she stood. It was gentle; her efforts were cautious and unpractised. "You think so?" she asked, teasingly, "and what do you think of me spanking you?" As she finished the question, she swiped down again, this time with a little more force. It was exhilarating. I knew she would not hurt me; we were just playing together, exploring our boundaries. Then again I was strapped to the bed and unable to move. My nipple had become stimulated where she hit me with the paddle. It seemed that the blood just under my skin had come alive, that side of the chest tingling. "Harder!" I cried, as she giggled and began to repeat herself, maybe four or five times. Each motion was harder, faster than the last and as I glared back at her she registered my desire. Whether I would have felt the same if I were not intoxicated I don't know, but surely I wanted her to hit me harder than I would sober, and I felt a lot less inhibited than I would have too. Diane laughed as I writhed on the bed, begging for more. She seemed to find it interesting as she considered her next move. Toying with me, she sensually dragged the paddle over my chest and down my stomach. As she hovered with a mildly veiled threat over my throbbing cock I inhaled sharply. It was as though I winced in anticipation of a possible contact, and involuntarily writhed on the bed, pulling at my binds. Looking up at Diane she raised her eyebrows, her sweet and innocent face pondering her next manoeuvre. A mild snort was released from her mouth as she dropped the paddle. It fell the six inch height that it had been held at, landing on my thighs, and catching my balls a little. The mistake highlighted her lack of experience with the instrument, yet the feeling as it landed still managed to keep me on edge. It appeared she had become bored of the paddle. As she reached out to remove it from my body she slowly ran her fingers along the length of my cock again. The touch was a delight. Her hands were small and dainty, her fingernails perfectly maintained. Her fingers were soft and gentle as she rubbed them from the tip, down the sensitive underside to the base, and back up again. When she withdrew contact, I'm sure she could tell that I wanted more. I hoped she would return her hand for a more thorough job, but was more impressed with the speed of her next reaction. As quickly as the hand was withdrawn, Diane climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips. Normally when mounted I am used to facing my lover directly, and staring into their widened eyes. For some reason she chose to turn her back to me, her outstretched legs running down either side of my torso. Nikki's PVC miniskirt that excited me so much stretched with the parting of her legs; revealing through the material the detailed contours of her tight arse as she bent into position. I could not see exactly what she was doing as I heard the crinkling of foil from behind her body. After a second I realised that she was unwrapping a condom, I wondered where that had come from. As she slid the lubricated latex down my shaft I was glad of the contact on my penis again, squeezing me as it rolled down. My cock was manoeuvred into position with what felt like both hands as she flicked her clitoris over my tip. Unsure of whether she was teasing me, or whether she was teasing herself, all that I felt was the stirring in my balls as I waited for it to come. As Diane slid herself over my cock, I closed my eyes momentarily in a state of bliss. As she shifted her weight onto me, I split her tight cunt with my cock. After the way she had teased me, rubbing my tip on her clit enough to make her moan, the feeling of her warm cunt around me was heavenly. I closed my eyes, pushed my head back and arched my back a little to gain a better angle. As Diane began to gasp a little, rocking on my rigid cock, the feeling of her grinding overwhelmed me. I began to match her rhythm. My eyes glued to the stretched PVC, I strained my arms on my bonds, desperately wanting to feel of her shining arse. This was it; I was fucking the sexy girl in the room next door. The unattainable innocent looking woman who giggled when she talked about sex now had me bound to her best friend's bed and was bouncing on my cock. I had no way of knowing, but I guessed I was the only guy apart from her older boyfriend that had fucked her in a while, maybe even ever. Thank god for vodka; such an effective aphrodisiac! I pondered whether my friends would ever believe me when I bragged about tonight's conquest. Slowly Diane began to get herself more into it. She shifted her weight and began to take me deeper. I got hotter too, and as she began to moan and groan I felt my lust growing, and tried to bend my legs to gain leverage to penetrate deeper, harder, and faster. With each thrust, Diane's movements became more energetic and her orgasmic cries louder and less restrained. My head was spinning, my breath was heavy. A lack of oxygen to my brain was a potent cocktail when mixed with alcohol and pure sexual pleasure. "Oh Jesus, yes!" Diane gasped, her increasing excitement increasing my own. I was close to finding a climax. I wanted to hold on for as long as I could, to savour this experience. Diane didn't sense it. I guess it was difficult with her back to me. She leant back, her torso now forming a sixty degree opposition to me as I lay on the bed. When she adjusted her frame, she really let go. Bucking against me, she fucked me hard. Often in bed a man fucks a woman. Here Diane was fucking me; fucking me good and hard. "Fuck yes! God yes! Fuck me Diane, you horny minx!" I cried, screaming out loud in almost intolerable pleasure. She seemed to respond, turned on by my gleeful, desperate pleas. She pushed her now well lubricated pussy onto me forcefully. She let out feminine grunts as she used my now desperately throbbing cock. Her throat full of the sound of sexual release, she couldn't talk as she thrust on top of me. I screamed as I began to feel myself cum. I could hold on no more, and Diane wouldn't let me do anything other as she screamed and tightened all around my cock. My body shuddered. My legs, my arms, my torso all tensed as my balls twitched. I squirmed as though I was having a fit as I somehow managed to defy my bounds and gain an extra inch of leverage. Pummeling deep into her pussy, I felt cum shooting up my cock as she bucked back against me. I felt more spunk making its way up my balls as my cock contracted, Diane writhed on top of my body, her whole body rocking. I filled my latex barrier with cum as Diane looked over her shoulder at me, smiling that sweet smile. Her eyes beamed so big and bright, like I had never seen them before. With a final thrust I emptied myself, finding ultimate relief. We both slowed down, knowing it was over. Diane took her final pleasures from my grateful cock as she wound down. As she slid from me, her voice was angelic as she laughed sweetly. She rose from me, and I watched intently, gratified, as she reached for her own top which lay strewn on the floor. Wrapping herself in it, she joined me on the bed; this time facing me, and rest her head on my chest. Kissing my nipples gently, she lay silently. As we lay and recovered, and onlooker would probably associate what they saw before their eyes with a loving and intimate scene. We were drunk, and now had a lingering sexual desire fulfilled. As we lay I, and I guess Diane as well, assessed exactly what we do, and where we go from here. After a short while, Diane got restless, and I was relieved when she got up to first unfasten my arms, and then my legs. What we had just done was more than a little kinky, and to be tied up was something I had always fantasised about. Several of my fantasies had just come true. I still couldn't believe my luck that Diane had behaved in such a way. I'm more than glad I had stayed in that night. Somehow I don't really remember how we fell asleep, but we did. We slept together on the bed we had fucked on. It was Diane who woke me up in the morning, opening the curtains to let light enter the room. She was busily tidying the room. Sure, these rooms had exactly the same layout, but immediately after opening my eyes I remembered that I was in Nikki's room. Hell, I was in Nikki's bed for god's sake. I watched for thirty seconds or so, as she made good any signs we had been there. As I rose from the bed, the sheets were thrown into a pile of laundry. "We need to make this room spotless." Diane stated, in a very matter of fact way. She seemed careful to avoid eye contact. I got dressed, ever so careful to ensure that I collected any item of clothing I had brought into the room. For the minute that it took me to get dressed, there was silence between us both. I hoped she was not ashamed of herself, and I in fact felt quite pleased with my accomplishments back then. The only communication between us was one brief glance, which brought to us both a shared cheeky grin. Before I left the room, Diane was sure to check the hallway before I shot across to my room, and shut the door behind me. On reflection, all these years later, it seemed to me that Diane felt she was competing with Nikki and her kinky tales; proving to herself that she can do anything Nikki could do. Perhaps she wanted a story to tell, and I was the fortunate guy who happened to be available at the time. Throughout that evening (some details of which I am sure she planned in advance) Diane was never one hundred percent comfortable in the dominant role she tried to take. I sure as hell was happy to let her experiment on me, as I too learnt about my sexuality. Back then at that age, this pretty much the most exciting sexual experience of my life, based primarily on the fact that this was all going on in somebody else's room, with her gear, and without her knowing. When myself and Diane talked later, it was decided that this was a one off. She had her boyfriend, and as it turned out Jill and I made up. It was for their sakes that we agreed that the events were a secret. Nikki, of course, never found out, though I had to hide a smirk for a few weeks afterwards whenever we spoke in the corridors or in the kitchen. As difficult as it was, I avoided, with a tough reluctance, the temptation to tell my friends that I had fucked her whenever she passed us in the student union bar. It is because of this secret that I have changed the names of everyone in this story. I just had to tell you about it though, given the joy I have recently found in writing erotic literature. I hope I conveyed the story well, giving justice to an incredible night of passion.