Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series) (3 page)

Here’s how it works: That night, as usual, Emilie will go
and hunt for a one-night stand partner, which I believe she will have no
problems finding.  Then, at the same time, I will call both the boys and
tell them I don’t feel well.  On the other hand, Bob will sneak into my
room and spend the night with me.

Great plan!  I call Bob to tell him the great
news.  He doesn’t pick up the phone.  He must have been stuck in a
meeting or something.  So, I email him the plan.

His reply comes in less than an hour.  He is
apologetic for the delay.  Then he says, “I love the romantic plan. 
However, it can be a little bit too risky.  Plus, I can’t really stay
overnight.”  

Too bad.  My great plan is doomed.  Everything
is back to square one.

Then, I come up with a new, much better plan.  We can
go to a motel or something when Bob comes to the college.  I can easily
find out Emilie’s class schedule.  Then, of course, Bob can come and pick
me up. 

Excellent plan!  I email Bob the plan right
away.  The reply from him is simple: “Find the class schedule!”

Today is the day.  It’s the first day for us to do
it.  It’s the big day.  I have never felt so eager to meet a man
because I have never waited for so long. 

The morning class feels to last forever.  I look at
the big clock on the wall once every two minutes.   The clock seems
not moving at all. 

The professor must be talking about something funny
because the whole class is laughing their asses off.  But I can’t really
focus.  I don’t care either. 

Emilie is sitting next to me.  She looks at me and
smiles.  Eventually, she whispers, “Something new and exciting?”

“Nah.”  I don’t want to elaborate.

“Don’t you dare hide him from me,” her lips move again.

“I bet you don’t want to know,” I peek at her, smiling.

“Show me,” she demands.

The bell rings.  I jump up and dash to the
door.  I bump into a few boys and gals.  I ignore the
ahs
and
ouches
. 
You guys better not mess around with me!  This is my D day.  Get
off my way or suffer.  You pumpkin heads.

The sunshine is warm and bright.  I spend a few
seconds to become used to the brightness.  Then I jog down the tiny lane
across the park.  There are trees around.  The moment I’m in the
lane, I feel
freedom
. 

After a while, I turn around.  I don’t see a
soul.  Everyone is so busy with something (boring or romantic).  You
can disappear for hours and no one is going to notice. 

Emilie knows her daddy is coming today.  But she
doesn’t know he is coming super early in the morning, not in the
afternoon. 

I jog as fast as I can.  I really want to see Bob
soon.  I know he’s waiting for me on the other side of the park. 

Suddenly, a big, hairy hand grabs me from behind and
pushes me around.  Before I can scream for help, my mouth is fully locked…
by thick lips. 

I look up.  It’s Bob. 

We kiss for long.  Then, I break my lips free. “Let’s
get going.  People may come by.”

Bob doesn’t say a thing.  He lowers his head to kiss
my breast really hard and then releases my body.  He walks really
fast.  I have to run to catch up with him.

He had parked his car under a big tree.  We get into
the car.  He starts the engine right away.  Five seconds later, his
right hand digs deep in between my thighs. 

I spread my legs a bit wider.  His hand begins to
work really hard.  He is so focused on the work, the car almost runs
through the red light.

I push his hand away. “Watch out.”

Bob gives me a big smile.  He touches my fingers
lightly.  Then, he runs his middle finger across my palm, back and
forth.  No man had done this to me.  I feel really, really
special.  Actually, I become excited.  I grab his hand and move it
back to my pussy. 

Bob finds my clit while driving.  His finger sneaks
in from under my panties and gives me a good massage.  I moan. 

Suddenly, he pulls his hand off.  I look at him,
puzzled. 

“Let’s move,” he says. 

We get out of the car and get into the motel
quickly.  Bob chats with the front desk girl for a few seconds. 
Soon, we get the card for the room. 

The moment we step into the elevator, Bob holds my body
tight.  His cock sticks out like a baseball bat.  He gives me a
shower of kisses on my lips, cheeks, and the neck. 

I find myself in the room.  I can’t remember how we
got off the elevator and how we walked to the door.  All I remember was I
got kisses. 

Oh, man, this Bob does know how to please his girl. 
His kisses are gorgeous.  I bet if I let him kiss long enough, I will cum
big time.

But Bob loses his patience quickly.  He rips off my
jeans and panties along with my shoes and socks.  Then, he removes my
jacket and everything else in a split second.  This man is now a wild
animal.  He doesn’t talk.  He simply acts.  All wild
actions. 
Really, really, wild.

I had spent the whole night last night figuring out what
to wear to impress him.  Finally, I decided to wear a black, see-through
set.  You know, black is the magic color that attracts attention.  It
is also the color for mystery. 

But I find out Bob is not paying attention to my dress at
all.  My only attraction to him is my body.  There is no doubt about
it. 

All I can do now is lie in the bed and let him do whatever
he wants.  To my surprise, he is pretty strong.  His strength and
power exceeds the limit of his physical body millions of times. 

He sucks my boobs really hard.  It is so hard, I feel
like my nipples are flying off my body.  These sucks electrify my whole
body.  I feel warm and numb all over.  I can’t move or do
anything.  My moans are all trapped in my throat.  They escape
occasionally.  They sound extremely low and depressed.

Bob becomes really excited by my moans.  He moves his
body up.  His lips are right on mine.  He kisses down really
hard. 

Then he pushes.  But his cock misses my pussy. 
He tries again, but still the head is a quarter inch away.

I reach down, grab his big cock, and move it to the right
position.  Bob charges again.  This time, his dick penetrates all the
way into my body.

Oh, man, you have to do it to really know how I
feel.  The one push turns me right on.  I scream with
excitement.  Bob keeps pushing, and pushing.

I cum.  A big one I have never experienced
before.  Oh, boy, this one is more intense than anything I have ever
experienced in my whole life.  I want more!  I want it forever!

But I know it’s going to be over soon.  Bob is
charging really hard.  He does it really fast, too.  I’m sure he is
going to ejaculate soon.  Then, of course, his cock is going to reduce to
a tiny pile of jelly, from a foot long to short of an inch.

Before that happens, however, I decide to enjoy every
second.  I push my pushy tight to enjoy the mighty force and then spread
my legs to let the cock fuck really deep in.  I raise my hips high to let
the dick squeeze my vagina really hard. 

Let me tell you the secret: Being a girl doesn’t mean you
have to lie still there.  If you really want to enjoy sex, you will have
to be proactive like me.

Bob ejaculates.  It’s not a strong and quick
one.  But it lasts much longer than all the men who have moved on my body. 

Slowly, his cock reduces its size.  Bob gives me one
more kiss and slips off my body. 

I turn to his side and kiss him.  “Bob, are you
tired?”

“Yeah.  You sucked out all my energy.  You
little witch.”

“I want to suck you more.  Can I?”  I tease.

“Sure.” Bob says with great confidence.

“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Look,” he sits on his knees. 

I can’t believe what I see.  The cock is growing
bigger and bigger now.

Oh my gosh!  This is unbelievable.  I definitely
want more.  Why not?  “Come over,” I demand.

One more round of hot sex.  I enjoy the unbelievable
orgasm the second time in a row.  I feel like I won the lottery.

Fifteen minutes later, it’s all over.  This time, Bob
slips off my body from the other side.

“Bob, you are a hero.”  I hold him tight.  “Do
you always do this?”

“Ah, heck, no.”  Bob smiles.  “This is only for
you
.”

“What do you mean only for me?”  That sounds nice and
romantic.  But I’m sure it’s just a nice lie.  “You don’t fuck other
women like me?”

“Not for this long at least.”

“You think that’s long?” I try to embarrass him.

“You don’t think so?”  Bob looks into my eyes and
grins.

“No, it’s not.  Unless…,” I stop in the middle to
make him guess.  Well, I do want
more
but I don’t want to sound
like a slut.

“Unless what?” Bob seems pretty dumb.

“Unless,” I decide to be honest this time. “you can give
me more.”

“Now?”

“Now.  See?  You can’t do it again. 
Right?  You liar.”

“I’m not a liar.”  Bob’s face turns red.  He
doesn’t seem to understand the humor.

“Show me,” I challenge him.

He grabs my hand and pushes it on his cock. 

It’s big and rock hard again.

My eyes round. “Bob, what kind of cock do you have?”

“That’s the magic of the pills.”

“You mean the blue pills?”

“Exactly,” Bob smiles like a little kid getting a candy
from mommy.

“So…” I know how powerful Viagra pills are.  I try to
figure it out.  Bob must have taken more than one to last this long. “You
took two?”

“Viagra 24,” he grins.

“What?”  I don’t believe me ears.  In fact I’m
really scared.   “Are you serious?  You took 24 Viagra pills all
together?  You may die at any moment.”

He looks so amused.  “My, my, my, young lady, you
missed the latest invention.  One pill, twenty four hours.  Viagra
24.  Got it?”

Before I can say anything, he urges, “Come on, let’s get
moving.”

I know it’s going to be a
long
day.  I
love
long days.
 I bet Emilie won’t see her dad before it’s pitch dark.

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Dave and I met in college.  In fact, we came from
totally different worlds.

Dave is a typical engineer.  He talks slowly and
quietly.  He always tries to list all the details to draw a
conclusion.  Listening to him is like listening to a computer reading a
science paper.  It’s
boring
.

I’m the opposite.  I talk fast.  I laugh all the
time.  I jump topics quickly.  Dave really has a hard time keeping up
with me.  His eyes bulge out like a gold fish.   His facial
expression tells me he is totally lost.

Oh, well, I don’t really care how much he
understands.  All I need is a good audience who listens. 

But his quietness was
not
the reason I was
attracted to him.  It was his sex drive that made him stand out from all
the boyfriends I had.

Everything started with a one night stand during the
spring break. 

You know, most students would prefer to go home for the
week to meet friends and have fun.  But the ones staying in the college
are those who love the
real
fun. 

That night was absolutely normal.  I strolled into
the bar, finished a few drinks, and became lost in my own world.

I couldn’t remember what actually happened.  All I
knew was I woke up beside a man—a nude man.  I was nude, too.

He was tall and skinny.  It seemed he had been awake
for a while.  I turned around to face him.  He smiled and kissed me.
“Kate, did you sleep well?”

I tried to remember what happened but I couldn’t remember
anything.  “Who are you?” I asked him. 

“I’m Dave,” he gave me one more kiss. “don’t you
remember?”

I shook my head, smiling.

“Are you serious, Kate?” Dave’s eyes bulged.  “We
chatted for a good thirty minutes in the bar.”

“Oh,” I know which bar he meant.

“So you remember now?” Dave grinned.

I shook my head.  After a while, I asked, “Did you
buy me drinks?”  Usually, I wouldn’t get this drunk unless someone
encouraged me to drink more.

“Oh, yeah,” Dave nodded. “You asked me to.”

“Did I?”  I couldn’t really remember.

“And you said let’s have a good time,” Dave said. 

“Did I?” I was surprised I said that. 

“Yeah,” Dave said. “Then I told you I have a girlfriend in
another college and you said ‘she won’t find out.’”

“I did?” my eyes rounded. “I really did?”

“Yup,” Dave held me tight.

“Really?” I couldn’t remember a thing.

Dave pushed me gently.  I turned and laid on my
back.  Dave gave my boobs a few hard kisses.  Then, he rolled onto my
body.   

I became excited.  I wanted to have good sex right
away.  “Dave, let’s do it.”

“Do you want a drink or something to eat?” he was so ridiculously
logical: I’m going to fuck you.  But I have to give you energy first.

“I want
you
!” I urged. “I want you to fuck me
now!  And hard!”  I spread my legs.

Dave’s cock grew a few times bigger in just seconds. 
He charged.  God!  It was deep and hard.  I groan right away.

Dave kept thrusting.  His cock went deeper and
deeper.  It moved in rhythm to give my lips a thorough massage.  I
came.  He pushed harder.  I came again, and then again…

Man, I felt so lucky.  Had I had a clear mind to pick,
Dave wouldn’t have had a chance in a million times.  He was so
skinny.  When he moved on me, I felt ribs instead of muscles.  But
the power of that dick… I wondered if he had stolen one from a four hundred
pound gorilla.  Seriously.

Not only that, he could go
several times
each day,
and
every day
.  This was critical for me. 

You know, usually girls are not like guys.  Guys are
animals.  They can become turned on just by thinking about anything
female.  But, for girls, they have to be hugged, kissed, and massaged
before they really want to be laid. 

But I was a
very special
girl.  I wanted sex
at least once a day.  People could touch my hair to turn me on.  A
guy’s cologne could drive me crazy.  I could hardly control myself. 

At the beginning, I was really worried.  I talked to
my doctor but was assured that I was the few in millions who had a very
sensitive body.  The doctor said it was a
gift
.

I was not sure if that was really a gift.  But I was
glad I was not sick or anything.  All I needed was to find a boyfriend who
could satisfy me
every day
.

Each time I told a new boy he had to have sex with me
every day if he wanted to be my boyfriend, the boy’s eyes brightened right
away. 

At the beginning, he really enjoyed it.  But soon, he
looked so tired
before
we had sex.  His dick became saggy,
too.  The boy looked at my nude body with
real
fear, like he would
get sucked in by some witch power.

They escaped one by one.  Until… Dave came to my
world.

Dave had a hard time keeping up with the daily work,
too.  But he was a smart boy.  He bought me vibrators.  Not one,
but several.  So… he would stick the vibrator in and wait until I was
almost exhausted.  Then, he attacked. 

Our relationship turned into marriage.  Now, we have
two lovely twin boys.  Every day, I send them to kindergarten and then
rush home.  I take a nap in the morning and then write short stories in
the afternoon—stories like this one. 

But before I take a nap, I have to finger and vibrate
myself.  Sometimes, it’s only thirty minutes.  Sometimes, it takes
much longer.   Don’t forget, I’m only twenty four.  I
need
orgasms.  Good ones.  Many.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I like to admire myself,
too.  People call me “hot mom” for a good reason.  I
am
hot. 

Most ladies gain weight after giving birth to
babies.  But my body has gained more curves.  Seriously.  I like
to look at myself in the mirror, make faces at myself, toss kisses to myself,
and strip.  This is a great foreplay for myself.  It makes my
fingering and vibrating a hundred times more exciting.

Our house is near a college.  So, we rent one spare
room to students.  Usually, we rent it to a girl.  But this year, the
renter is a boy.

When Dave learned I rented the room to a boy, he looks
worried—though he pretended he was happy.  I knew his little secret. 
He worried I might develop something special with the boy.

“Dave, he is only a kid,” I smile.  “Plus, he is busy
with his classes.”

“Kate, I’m not worried at all,” Dave faked a smile.

“Look, Dave, you can put a security camera in our house if
you want,” I said jokingly.

He shook his head and pushed me into the bed.  Soon,
I began to moan.

Josh is only nineteen.  His major is double
E—electronic engineering.  The first evening he moved in, we invited him
for dinner.  Soon, Dave was in deep discussion on some engineering stuff
with this future engineer. 

Josh calls us Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan even though we assured
him several times calling us “Dave” and “Kate” was absolutely okay. 

Usually, he stays in his room until almost lunch
time.  Sometimes, he leaves early for morning classes.  Well, that
“early” means nine thirty or ten in the morning. 

He rushes downstairs.  His hair is in total
mess.  I bet he doesn’t even take a shower.  “Bye, Mrs. Sullivan,” he
would say, waving at me. 

“Bye,” I wave back, looking at him in the mirror. 

Most time, I won’t know when Josh comes back.  I have
to go to bed around ten o’clock because I have to get up around six thirty in
the morning.  So, I only see him briefly in the morning.

One morning, Josh came downstairs and did his regular wave
and bye.  I turned around and asked, “Josh, can’t you get up five minutes
earlier?”

The boy was surprised.  He stood two or three steps
away from me, right at the bottom of the stairs.  “Why?” he mumbled.

“Look,” I brushed his hair a few times with my hand. “This
is a total mess.”  I felt like I was a big sister.

He flushed.  This was the first time I saw a man
flush.

“Ummm,” he tried to find words. “I’m busy.”  He
stopped for a short while and then tried again, “I don’t have time.”

“You meant you couldn’t get up early, right?” I smiled.

“Right,” he flushed again.  He looked into the mirror
and pulled at his hair a few times, trying to make it straight.  Then, he
stopped.  I looked at him, not knowing why.  I looked into the mirror
and realized right away—he was looking at my boobs in the mirror.

I pulled my deep-V blouse to cover up, but it didn’t help
at all.  I looked at Josh and smile, “Josh, how dare you…”

Josh looked at me.  His face turned all red. 
“Mrs. Sullivan… I… I…”

“Come on, Josh.  You are only a boy.”  I smile. 
“Hurry up, you are going to be late.”

He escaped faster than the world 100-meter dash champion.

From that day on, he dared not to look at my eyes. 
“Good morning, Mrs. Sullivan,” he would whisper, sneaking away as far away as
he could as if I were going to eat him alive or something.

Sometimes, I stand one or two steps more away from the
mirror.  He would have to walk right behind me.  It’s real fun to see
him so embarrassed.

This morning, it’s warm and sunny.  The sunshine
peeks into the room through the semi-transparent window curtains.  I can
see the street outside clearly.  But people won’t see a thing
inside. 

I stand in front of the mirror, examining my body. 
Well, let’s say self-entertaining.  My deep V neck blouse reveals my boobs
almost completely.  I like the black laces on my bra.  They look sexy
and tempting. 

I turn and see a perfect S in the mirror.  It’s
my
body
.  I love it.

I turn back to check my thighs.  I pull my skirt up
and check carefully.  I want to make sure no fat is trying to hide
there.  You know, the fat is your number one enemy.  It likes to grow
on your thighs and belly.  I have to watch out.  If I see any trace
of fat, I will have to take action.

Dave bought me this full-size mirror.  Usually, people
have mirrors in the bedroom or the bathroom.  We have them, too. But I
want to have a big one down stairs.  This way, I can try both my clothes
and shoes.  You don’t want to bring your shoes upstairs, do you?

I kick off my high heels and turn around a few
times.  I check every inch of my thighs and legs.  They all look
perfect
.

I take a deep breath and see my boobs grow up like
balloons.  Great.  I definitely deserve the “Hot Mom” title.

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being watched.  Coldness
flows quickly up my spine.  I turn around slowly but don’t see any
strangers.  I look upstairs.  Nothing.