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A Real Higher Education (Pt2)
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As I I said the next few weeks were frustrating. We saw lots of each other and were getting on better and better, but on the sex side of things we had nowhere to go to indulge ourselves. I had enjoyed our quickies on the sofa before that weekend (Christ - that was what was for me at that point), but afterwards they were deeply frustrating. Yes we were getting immediate relief but compared to the intensity of being completely unrestricted it was not great. Becky told me that she was using her toys in the bathroom almost non-stop. Picturing that in my mind didn’t help matters.
End of spring term was approaching and as I’d been spending so much time with Becky I hadn’t been using my grant as quickly as I’d expected (yes, we were paid to go to uni back then!). I had about £150 left and so decided that I would take Becky away. I felt very grown up and Becky really appreciated the gesture beyond the opportunity for filth it gave her.
We chose a little B&B on the coast and took the train on the Friday afternoon. We got there to early to check in so wandered around the small town until we could. It was pretty but our minds were elsewhere. Becky kept “accidentally” brushing her hand against my cock - fortunately very tight jeans were stopping too much embarrassment!
When we got to the B&B we were greeted by a woman in her forties who smiled knowingly as we fumbled our way through signing in. She showed us to our room - classic sparsely furnished, hand basin but shared bathroom down the corridor, but a double bed! As she handed us the keys she said, quite unashamedly, “Enjoy your stay - there’s no one in the room next to you” and left. Becky and I looked at each, at first a little stunned and then burst out laughing. “Well, she knows why we are here, so what are you waiting for - let’s fuck”. The flip side Becky was back!
And I had weeks worth of pent up passion inside me and so I pushed her against the wall and we kissed hard. Becky had my head in her hands and she actually hit my lip. She pushed my head away and said “Fuck me here and now - don’t think just fuck”. To be honest I didn’t need telling. I forced her back and put my hand up her skirt to find that thick bush and in it her soaking cunt. I slipped three fingers in and used my thumb against her clit (sofa quickies had taught me something!) The effect was instant. Hanging on to my shoulders Becky wrapped her legs around me and pushed her hips into my hand even harder. I wanted some of this passion, so took my hand out of her (her pussy tried to clamp on my fingers to stop me but but she was way too wet) and pushed her legs down. “Don’t fucking tease me now” she said with real anger in her eyes and voice. “I’m not going to tease you” I replied as I released my bone hard cock. “I’m going to fuck you tip you scream you little slut” I guess my bravado was at an all time high to use those words to her for the first time and for an instant I thought I may have gone too far. But that instant was very so brief as Becky reacted by virtually leaping onto my cock. In seconds she was back against the wall with her legs wrapped tight around me, but this time my cock was buried in her, not my fingers. Supporting her arse with my hands I fucked her like a steam train. There was no guile involved, just be hard raw fucking of youth. The downside to that, plus the weeks of anticipation was that it only lasted five minutes. I knew I was going to blow my load and nothing was stopping me. I couldn’t access Becky’s clit in this position so, again powered by bravado, I slipped a single finger into her arse hole. My intuition was right and it got Becky orgasm almost immediately. She buried her face into my shoulder and I could feel her nails digging into my back through my shirt and sweater. Her muffled screams threw my switch and with the deepest hardest thrust I could manage I gave my load. I thought my balls would never stop pumping the spunk into her. Every quiver of her orgasm seemed to milk more from my balls. But eventually we both stopped. Becky opened her eyes and we kissed - this time tenderly. Without taking my cock out I carried her to the bed and we collapsed onto it. “Happy holiday” we said simultaneously and giggled |
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We lay there relaxing for ages. Occasionally kissing slowly, deeply and sensuously. Chatting about insignificant shit that made us laugh. It was great.
Eventually we “uncoupled” and Becky said she was going to have a bath and freshen up for the evening. Off she went with her wash bag and dressing gown to the shared bathroom and I unpacked and lay on the bed still not believing his lucky I was. After about 45 minutes I realised that Becky had been ages but didn’t anything of it. After about an hour in total she came back in. She was now wearing the dressing gown (huge floor length flannelette thing and in no way sexy) and shut the door behind her. I asked what had taken so long and simply replied “This” and dropped the dressing gown to the floor. Her body was a petitely gorgeous as ever BUT the bush had gone. There was not a hair on her pussy or surrounding areas. She twirled and pulled her arse cheeks open and they were bare as well. Turning back to me she said “Do you like the new look?” My mouth hung open because bald pussy was so much rarer back then. I almost ran over to her and dropped to my knees and buried my face into her pussy. She smelt of soap but the unmistakeable musty aroma of her wetness was still there. I licked my tongue all over her smooth lips and stuck my tongue in her as deep as I could. Her big clit now looked huge not hidden by the bush, and sucked on it like it was the source of life.
Becky was moaning and grinding her pelvis into my face, and then looped a leg over my shoulder to give me better access and steady herself. She was so wet and without the hair my face was covered in her glorious juices. I lapped for England and used my hands to pull her hard into my face. And her hands were making sure my tongue was going nowhere. It didn’t take long before Becky came but she didn’t release me. Instead she kept me buried in her pussy and seemed to cum a couple of more times with the final one nearly drowning me as she gushed. Unlike before when she had gushed I knew what it was and revelled in it, even managing to swallow some. It felt depraved but amazing.
Becky’s legs would hardly support her so I guided back to the bed. She lay there in her back, bum on the edge of the bed and legs hanging down and apart, displaying her beautiful bald and sticky pussy. I was in my underpants and the hard on I was sporting was blindingly obvious. “My pussy is too sensitive to fuck right now “ she said and she could see the disappointment in my face. “Don’t worry - show me how turned on you are - wank that fat spunk filled cock over me”. I didn’t hesitate and had my underpants off and my cock in my hand in a flash. “That’s right stand between my legs and stroke it for me”. Again I obeyed instantly and was thrashing my shaft furiously. “Whow there take it easy. Nice and slow - I want to enjoy watching you. There, nice and slowly does it. Look at my cunt - can you see how wet you’ve made it - how warm and wet it feel around your cock. That’s it work the shaft - show Becky that big fat helmet. Mmmm wouldn’t you like to put that in one of my holes and fill me with your hot spunk? Well you can’t. You have to show me how much you want me first - you have to give me an offering. Do you want to give me that offering? Well not yet. If you cum too soon I won’t let you fuck any of my holes for the rest of the day. Understand?”
She lay there - petite and innocent looking in many ways, but seductress of the highest order in others. She continued with the instructions, making me speed up and slow down, all the while using beautifully crafted filthy language. Occasionally she would caress her nipples or lick her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. I was hers.
But after an age she showed mercy. “Now - give me your spunky offering now. Come on give spunk whore everything have. I want to feel that red hot spunk on me”. I was there and aiming my cock down at her pussy and stomach and just as I let out the deep guttural groan that precedes the money shot, Becky sat up and took the load in her face. Her mouth was open and some went in but most covered her face and hair. I delivered a big load by my standards and looking at Becky lick and swallow seemed to make me pump more. As I finished she leant forward and sucked my knob end until I was empty, then used her fingers to scoop the spunk off her face into her mouth. And then she stood and kissed me. We’d sort of snowballed before but this was full on. A substantial amount of my spunk was pushed into my mouth as her tongue squirmed against mine. She sucked it back and gave it me again, but this time she made sure I swallowed. I admit I struggled but I still managed and it still turned me on. We collapsed on the bed still holding each other. “Did you enjoy that” Becky asked. “Fucking hell yes - it was so horny”. “Oh goody - I’ve got a great game we can play later” was her mischievous reply |
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After a suitable and required period of recovery Becky popped back to the bathroom to tidy up and I followed as I was a bit of a mess as well. When tidied up we went out into the town and had a few drinks and some food - nothing flash but good fun a student funds. It was about 9.30 when we got back, both having had enough to be relaxed but not d*unk. Once in the room we went into some prolonged deep kissing and I for one was starting to feel very horny again. As we broke from a kiss Becky asked if I wanted to play her game. I asked what it was but she replied “Do you trust me?” A combination of innocence on my part added to the fact that everything this beautiful girl had introduced me to had blown my mind meant I answered “Of course”. “Really trust - I mean really really trust?” I still replied yes.
“Ok, strip off and lie on the bed”. Nothing contentious there so I did as I was told. My cock was solid, foreskin stretching back off the head and I felt good. Then Becky went to her bag and brought out some stockings (not tights) and I assumed she was dressing for me. WRONG. Becky came to the head of the bed and quickly and expertly tied my hands to the top of the bed. She stopped and asked again “Still trust me?” I was less assured this time but still said yes. Becky quickly repeated the act with my legs, although with these she tied one to each bed leg. I was trussed up like a piece of meat. She looked at me and smiled and asked “Last chance?” I realised we were taking our relationship to a different level, one which my access to dads porn mags had only hinted at. And whilst I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, I knew my cock had hardened even more, so I nodded.
Becky took yet another stocking and came to head and kissed me gently, then lifted my head and gagged me stocking. It’s taste wasn’t pleasant but the gleam in Becky’s eye was! As I lay at her mercy she slowly stripped naked, pinched her nipples until they were big and hard and then knelt over my face. Her newly trimmed pussy was inches above me and I instinctively tried to raise my head to meet her. She put a hand on my forehead and held it down. “No no that’s. It the game - this pussy isn’t yours now” with which she used the fingers of the other hand to spread herself wide. Without the bush and not trying to lick her I had an amazing view. That pussy was wet and wide - I could see her pee hole and every detail. I thought my cock would burst. She massaged her pussy like this about 10 minutes until she came. Watching her hips move and pussy contract as she came was mind blowing but torture - and that was what was really turning her on. She knew the effect she had on me and she was using it.
When she got off my face I thought it would be my turn (we’d pretty matched either orgasm for orgasm in our relationship) but I was so wrong. Instead she took a scarf from her bag and blindfolded me. My only sense was sound - her voice.
“What do we have here? Looks like you are being a naughty boy. You shouldn’t have this lying around - I better get rid of it”. I then felt a cold sensation at the base of my cock and then her hands rubbing whatever it was slowly up my shaft, stopping below the head and then back again, rubbing and lifting my balls, and then back to the shaft. She repeated this for an age, never touching the head, but leaving everything else slippery.
“Oh I think you might be enjoying this. Naughty boys shouldn’t be rewarded” and her hands left my cock and she got off the bed. There I was left with one of the biggest hard ons of my life, unable to do anything about it and only able to hear Becky walking around the room. I struggled to speak but was ignored for what seemed like an eternity. Then I felt that the cool sensation on my cock again and the slow massage recommended. Not being able to see had heightened my senses and I could sense I was going to cum. But so could Becky who had her hands away in a flash.
She left me for longer this time and I could hear her breathing heavily and then the unmistakeable sound of her cumming. Shortly after the aroma of her pussy juices appeared under my nose as she rubbed her sticky fingers on my upper lip. My frustration was near breaking point and my hips were thrusting fresh air. After I had settled a little a felt Becky kneel between my legs again and apply the cold substance. This time she let her fingers gently touch the head which felt like a release in its own right. But she also went lower and the cold substance was applied to my arse hole. Despite being more turned than I’d ever been i clamped it shut. “No naughty - if you want me to do this” gently touches my bell end “ then you have to let me do this” and gently applied pressure to my arse. I remained clamped she had used a lot of lube by now and as she tickled my cock I couldn’t keep tight shut and a finger slid in me for the first time. I didn’t know what to feel - I knew I should appalled but Becky had played me to perfection and I was truly ready to do anything to be allowed to cum. And actually, as she very gently finger fucked me I found it was turning me on even more - which hadn’t thought possible. I was soon relaxed and realised Becky was only playing my arse and balls not my cock as he knew I would have shot my load. I barely noticed the second finger slip in and if anything I was now pushing against them. “Good boy - is for your reward”. And then she went for it - she fingered my prostate. I didn’t know what she was doing, but I knew I’d never felt anything so intense. She fingered it and pulled my balls but never touched my cock. I was bouncing on those fingers and even with the stocking in my mouth was making a hell of a noise. Then without missing a stroke she took off the blindfold and that was the final trigger. Adding the visual stimulus to what had gone before was too much and as she held my cock by the base I came. At first it was a little ooze from the head but as she worked my prostate it was quickly followed by several massive shots. They landed all across my chest and felt almost heavy as they landed. As they subsided back to dribbles Becky switched to pumping my cock to get every last drop out, licking it off her fingers as she went. She then crawled up my body, licking up my spunk, until mouth close to mine she pulled back the stocking and let it drop into my mouth, before putting it back in place until I swallowed the lot.
Becky looked down at me and asked “Good game?” |
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