Sexual Campus Dream
Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three
years and looked around for the best seat for that
semester. Not many people were there, but he took a
moment to say hello to the ones he knew.
Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center
of attention, not in the back with greater chances to
snooze, and not right by the windows, with annoying
sunlight and cold drafts.
He started to put his books down on a table when he was
interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice.
"Oh darn, I was hoping to get the wall seat. Could we
switch?"
Brian looked up and drank in the person addressing him.
He had never seen her before and he knew he would have
remembered someone that pretty.
She was tall, close to Brian's 5'10", and slender. She
wore a Swimming Team sweatshirt that explained her well
toned legs and defined her breasts to be large enough
to get Brian's fingers itching. Her hair was light
brown and her eyes a pale green. A little makeup for
the proper illusions and Brian felt like he was looking
at a goddess.
Statistics does train the mind to think well, and Brian
was able to absorb all those thoughts without staring
gape-mouthed at her.
"Sure, no problem." He moved out of the seat and waited
for her to sit down. Then he took the seat next to her.
"I've never seen you in the statistics department. Are
you new to the university?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yes, I just transferred last
month. I'm Tracy."
Brian returned the introduction. "And if you need any
help navigating this campus, just let me know. I work a
couple hours a week in the Statistics and Math Office."
Brian's effort was cut short by the start of class and
neither one of them had the chance to chit-chat during
the lecture. Brian left her with a see-you-tomorrow and
kicked himself as she smiled and walked down the hall.
With these things, sometimes you had to strike while
the iron was hot and he had just dropped it sooner than
he wanted to.
That is until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Brian,
could you show me how to get to the athletic hall from
here, I've got a practice with the Swim Team in half an
hour."
Brian thanked the Lord and promised not to screw up
again.
They walked and talked across the spring-warmed campus.
Tracy was a Computer Science student in her fourth
year, and was trying to make the cut on the swim-team.
She was rooming off campus with Emily, a very close
friend. Brian tried to charm her with wit and didn't do
too badly. He dropped her off at the athletic hall and
then snuck in to watch the practice.
Brian waited for about 20 minutes before some of the
women began to come out for warm-ups. He hadn't
realized what nice figures swimming could give to a
woman. Then he spotted Tracy. She was grouped with a
couple others and they appeared to be the ones hoping
to try out for the team.
Tracy was beautiful. She walked like a lioness, her
long legs gliding through the air with visible power.
Brian felt his crotch start to wake up when she turned
away from him and adjusted the back of her one-piece
bathing suit. Brian wished he could slip a finger under
that lycra.
She started joking with some of the swimmers already in
the water about how cold it was, and, of course, one
flipped her with water. She sucked in her breath when
the water caught her in the chest. Brian almost groaned
as he saw her nipples harden instantly and poke at the
material. Tracy was embarrassed and folded her arms in
front of her and walked away casually, hoping no one
would notice.
The swimming coach walked out right then and called the
practice to order. She was probably about 35 years old
and was giving nothing away about her figure in her
loose sweats.
Brian watched the practice and enjoyed the lithe forms
knifing through the water. When it started to wrap up,
he realized that he was 15 minutes late to the Stats
office. He started to gather his books, and watched the
women exit the pool. The coach called Tracy over as the
rest were leaving.
Brian couldn't hear what was said, but the length of
time that the coach's hand laid on Tracy's firm ass was
unmistakable. Tracy seemed to nod and walked towards
the locker room.
This shocked and intrigued him. He waited until the
swimmers and the coach had all gone to the locker room
and he looked around. The pool room was deserted. He
could see the coach in her office, pacing a bit,
shuffling papers in no particular order. Brian decided
that he could survive missing an hour at the Stats
office, so he sat there.
After about 15 minutes, the coach left her office to
head into the locker room. Brian tucked his books and
jacket into a shadowy corner of the bleachers and snuck
down to the women's locker room door.
There were no sounds from inside so he pushed the
swinging door open and headed inside. It didn't take
him long to find the showers and the locker area and
seconds later he found them.
Tracy was laid back on a bench, her heels pulled up
against her ass. Her hands were caressing her breasts
and pinching her nipples. The coach had her back to
Brian and was kneeling at the end of the bench, her
face buried in Tracy's pussy. The coach had stripped to
a swimsuit of her own, and Brian found quite attractive
in her own right. He was about to pull back out of
sight when Tracy caught his eye and licked her lips at
him in a slow and sensual motion.
Brian was stunned. He couldn't move. He could just
stand there watching this girl he'd just met be licked
to orgasm by another woman.
His cock wasn't stunned as it bulged his slacks out
quite noticeable.
After a few moments, Tracy looked down at his cock-
bulge and her eyes grew wide in exaggerated awe. She
smiled at him again and began to suck her thumb like it
was a miniature cock.
Brian watched as she eventually got hot enough to
forget him and she started moaning. The coach was
stroking her legs as she licked Tracy's cunt. It didn't
take long before Tracy began to cry out in orgasm, her
legs opening and closing around her lover's head.
As the two women cooled down, Brian snuck to the far
side of the locker room and watched from around another
row of lockers.
Tracy sat up and they embraced intimately, kissing each
other, sharing Tracy's pussy juices. The coach leaned
back.
"Will you kiss me now?" She certainly didn't seem like
the one in control of the situation.
Tracy kissed her lips and leaned back. "I think I'll
just have to wait until the new swim team roster...
cums... out."
The coach was already rubbing her crotch as she got up
to leave, looking as depressed as a guy sent home from
an evening of petting with his girlfriend.
After a few moments, Tracy turned around and walked
toward Brian, her breasts bouncing slightly, her
nipples still erect and a horny smile still on her
lips.
"I think you should come home with me, Brian. I need
some help around the house." She smiled as she ran her
hands up and down his body.
She knelt before him and deftly unzipped his slacks. A
quick movement with his briefs and his cock hung in the
air between him, 8 inches of throbbing meat. She opened
her mouth and slowly sucked in his entire length. Brian
was almost gasping in pleasure.
She moved her mouth off of his cock and tucked it back
into his briefs. She then stretched his slacks until
they closed around the engorged cock. Brian was caught
off-guard. This never happened in any of the Penthouse
Letters.
"We'd better save that for later. Nice taste though."
She began to dress and Brian noticed that she wore no
bra under her sweatshirt and no panties beneath her
skirt. Some shoes and her book bag and she was ready to
go.
Brian nearly forgot his books and jacket, but he knew
there would be no more classes for him tonight. At
least, no more college-accredited classes...
*
The walk back across campus to Tracy's apartment was
strangely arousing and calming. A few minutes out of
the Athletic Hall and Brian's cock sank back enough for
him to stop attracting surprised looks from passersby.
They didn't talk. Tracy just smiled and licked her lips
when he tried to say anything.
Tracy's apartment was small, though not unusual for the
area.
She dropped her books on the small sofa on top of other
clutter and didn't lose a step as she headed down the
short hallway. Brian scrambled out of his jacket and
left it with his own books, piled neatly at the foot of
the sofa.
Tracy popped back out of the last door in the hallway
with a disapproving look. Brian hurried after her.
He entered a bedroom and took a quick glance around.
There were the feminine mainstays (stuffed animals,
ruffles on the bedspread, packed closet), but something
disrupted the feminine spell.
Brian couldn't put his finger on it before she regained
his full attention.
"My house, my rules, no exceptions, agreed?" Brian
nodded, politely.
"Undress me." Brian smiled with anticipation. He walked
up to her, feeling his cock slide against the tight
material of his slacks.
He caught the under-edge of her sweatshirt and slid his
hands underneath it. Her skin was on fire and he felt
her nipples poke out into his palms as he grasped her
breasts. She shuddered and her breath let out in a long
low moan.
Brian slid his hands around her back, caressing the
length of her smooth skin. She draped her arms around
his shoulders in a natural motion as her head moved
back and her eyes closed. Her right leg began to move
to the outside of his left leg, giving movement to her
animal desires. She moaned again as Brian returned to
caressing her breasts.
This intimate embrace was not long lived, however.
"I said, undress me Brian!" She said as she stepped
back one step. Brian paused, shaken by her severe look,
but quickly moved to obey. He grasped the bottom of her
sweatshirt and drew it over her head, releasing her
lucious breasts to the cool air of her room. Her
nipples were still hard and erect and she pinched them
as she shifted from leg to leg.
Brian knelt before her and grasped her skirt. Drawing
it down, he saw her left hand snake to her bush and
begin to rub it. Soon a finger, and then two slipped
inside her cunt and she began to breathe deeper with a
harsher movement. Brian waited patiently, her golden
pussy mere inches from his eager tongue.
After a full minute of this, Tracy was breathing quite
rapidly, her right hand working her breasts roughly.
She kept looking at her audience before her. She then
walked, somewhat unsteadily, to a dresser drawer and
retrieved a long black dildo (complete with scrotum and
balls).
"Stand at the foot of my bed and undress." She crawled
on to the bed herself and sat with her back to her
headboard. The bed itself was an impressive piece with
four posts and ornate carved head and foot boards. She
sat back against some propped up pillows and began to
liesurely fuck herself with the dildo. Brian could see
it was already covered in her glistening juices. He
began to undress. Tracy smiled and kept a steady
rhythm.
Off came his shirt, then slacks. His cock bulged out
eagerly in his cotton briefs. He pulled off both shoes
and socks, leaving his underwear for the 'finale'. He
pulled them down slowly and then let them drop to his
side. His cock was nearly hid from her view by the
footboard.
She nodded, satisfied.
"Grasp the tops of the posts." He looked up and grabbed
each post about four inches below the top. He wondered
what sort of game she was playing, but looking at her
sweet body and remembering how her mouth felt on his
cock gave him all the incentive he needed to follow her
every command.
Tracy stood on the bed, removing the dildo from her
dripping pussy. She walked to his end and shoved the
cock about two inches into his mouth. "Hold that for
me."
Brian didn't move, shocked by the hot, pussy-smelling
plastic on his tongue. She reached up to each post and
lashed his wrists to the wood. Brian started to
protest, the vision of her pussy inches from his face
couldn't overcome all his apprehensions.
Tracy just turned back to him and pushed the dildo in
further, until it hit the back of his throat. Brian
felt his lips stretched around its thickness. Well,
he'd always secretly wondered what sucking on a cock
felt like, purely intellectually, of course. He could
feel the ridges on his tongue and the helmet of the
head further back.
Tracy hopped off the bed and walked behind him. Her
hand reached around him, brushing his cock and making
him moan through the dildo. She pushed on part of the
footboard and a knot of wood fell out, about an inch
and a half in diameter. Within a second, Tracy had
grabbed Brian's cock and guided it through that hole.
She returned to the bed top and reached between the bed
and the footboard, retrieving a strip of leather which
she tied around his cock, trapping him against the
footboard.
Brian nearly cried out as his cock swelled even more at
his delicious predicament, causing the leather to bind
even more tightly.
Tracy stood in front of him and took the outer end of
the dildo in one hand, his head in her other. She began
to move it in and out, fucking his mouth.
"Come on, Brian. I know you're a good cock-sucker. Just
give it a try." She cooed at him like a mother to her
baby. "Close your eyes. Let your imagination go.
Imagine the sexiest guy you know. You've finally gotten
to suck his cock."
Brian was confused, and his sheer arousal didn't having
him thinking straight, but he started to obey her
words. He licked and sucked at the cock, trying to
stimulate it and draw it deeper into his mouth.
"That's it, baby. I knew you were good at this." She
kept the dildo pumping in and out of his mouth, urging
his head forward to meet her strokes. Soon she didn't
have to do that and she let her free hand drop to the
balls of the dildo.
"Oh, yea, Brian. You suck me so good. It feels great.
Suck me harder." Without opening his eyes, Brian tried
harder, his tongue speeding up against the skin of the
dildo. She began to fuck his mouth harder and harder,
faster and faster. Brian was bucking a little against
the footboard but the leather wouldn't let him get any
release. "Here's your reward."
Brian's eyes flew open as the spunk hit his throat.
Instinctively, he began to swallow as he watched Tracy
pump it out from the dildo's balls. It was hot and
salty, and he tried to suck the dildo dry. Tracy let
him work it with his mouth awhile after she stopped
pumping, and then she removed it.
"Now, fair is fair, Brian. Time to fill her up for the
next cock-sucker." She knelt by his cock and opened the
back of the dildo.
She slid it snugly around his cock head and she began
to pump him. Within seconds, Brian panted out his need
to come. Tracy untied the thong and his orgasm hit him
like a freight train, his cock jerking in her hand and
his spunk streaming into the dildo.
Tracy watched for about five seconds and then began to
coax more and more come out his heaving cock, massaging
his balls, stroking his cock and even reaching around
to poke a fingertip into his asshole. That last
maneuver garnered her another load and she smiled
knowingly.
She sealed the dildo, and put it carefully away. Next
she took his clothes and walked out of the room. Brian
looked around nervously.
Tracy returned quickly and rubbed herself against his
buttocks and legs, running her hands through the hair
on his body. She soon worked herself up to an animal
moan. She got back on the bed and stood in front of
Brian.
"You'd better eat pussy as well as you suck cock!"
Brian was eager to get back to familiar ground and he
moved his head between her legs.
The heat from her pussy and thighs warmed his face as
he began to nuzzle her dewy blonde fur. He licked and
kissed around her pussy hair and as far along her
thighs as his bondage would allow.
Tracy made somewhat indescribable approving noises as
she let her hands rest on his hair, sometimes guiding
his soft tongue, sometimes following.
He finally ventured between her pussy lips and a gasp
escaped her lips. Brian had taken intense instruction
in the art of pussy-licking from two of his former
girlfriends, and he felt pleased he could show it off
to this strange and wonderful sexual goddess.
The previous hour of playtime caught up with her
quickly and he felt her moving up and down against his
face, louder and louder moans flying into the bedroom.
He probed deep into her and snuck the tip of his tongue
up to her clit. Then a little teeth nibble on it and
she came.
Her short-breathed shouts of joy were wonderful to his
ears as he suckled her clit and felt her juices against
his chin. She ran her hands through his hair as her cum
took its course.
After what seemed like minutes, she pulled away from
him. She lay back on the bed and touched her pussy
tenderly.
"Well, Brian, you've been quite the naughty one today,
sneaking in on my business affairs like that. There are
two punishments I am considering and you may have the
choice."
"You may leave my apartment and my life and I'll never
acknowledge you existence again."
Brian couldn't believe her words. After the world she
was showing him, how could he give her up? It had to be
the other choice.
"Or... you may try to earn my affections by service to
me and my roommate, Jessica. You must be here at all
times we designate and service our every need. Every
instruction must be followed exactly or punishment will
follow. Severe disobedience will earn you banishment
from life forever."
Brian was caught. Should he walk away from her or take
an irrevocable step into her world, no matter how
bizarre it may become?
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