Free use on my university campus (true story!)

Hey guys. First off, this story is true. It happened about a half hour ago in a Canadian University campus. I’m not gonna put in any names or anything, in order to protect my own anonymity (this is a burner account and I have a girlfriend), and also to not ruin a good thing.

When you find a slut in the wild, and I mean a *true* slut, (the one who doesn’t care about anything but a belly full of cum) you just don’t let that go to waste. There’s nothing better in the world than crazy pussy, and if you can get that without the ramifications, you better hop on it.

Everybody wants to find a pussy in a wall. Everybody wants that anonymous fuckhole sometimes. Maybe your girlfriend doesn’t give great head, maybe you’re single and need to get a nut off for stress purposes. Whatever your reason for it, sometimes you need a bit more warmth than good ol’ Palmela Handerson is capable of giving.

In me, that warmth came in the form of Candy. That’s not her real name. Not even her fake name. It is a fitting one, though. She’s usually very sweet, and suitably sticky. I came across candy almost by accident. I’d heard rumours for a long time that there was this girl who would park her green minivan a few minutes away from the main campus of the university (in one of the underused overflow parking lots), open the door, spread her legs, and let you do what you would. I’d never seen her, never actively seeked her out, but after a particularly bad fight with my girlfriend between classes today, I stormed off through campus, and tried to dissapear into the woods.

I figured myself some sort of hobo mesiah, all dressed up in a raggy coat, pulling it around myself in the early october snow.

I’d not grabbed a hat, and I’d not grabbed any gloves, and when I saw the van in the distance, a cute little brunette bespeckled thing reading in the drivers seat, I certainly didn’t think it was her. I didn’t think I’d have any respite from the cold. I started towards the car as the wind started to buff against me, when i noticed her smile, give a curt little wave, and dissapear into the back of her van.

When faced wth something like this, ones adrenaline starts to pump. Everyone likes to think that given that magic set of circmstances they’d stay cool, take out their prick, and walk on right over, but I wasn’t too sure. I wish I could say it was calm and cool and collected, but I was sort of shitless. I walked by the first time, seeing her through the tinted windows of the van.

I walked on and close to the woods, before stopping in my tracks, counting to ten, and turning around. I mean, what were the chances she would actually open the door, right? She was probably just some nice girl studying on her lonesome, right? But what sense did that make, really? Out here? In the cold?

It was my fingers that decided, for me, in the end. I rubbed them together as much as I could, and tried to hide them up my sleeves, but I was fucking freezing, so i figured, fuck it, I’ll go up to the door. If it wasn’t the mythical free-fuck slut, I’ll pretend I mistook her for a friend. If it was her? Well I’m sure I could fiure out what to do.

I went to the door briskly, excited to have the adrenaline over with. And I knocked.

I waited a painful few seconds before the door slid open. Bent over the seat, in plain view, was that beautiful brunette. Sort of geeky looking, sure. Oversied glasses (and not the hispter kind), and a very full bush, but still with a hell of an ass. The type that you imagine was gawked at all through catholic school, but never given the firm spank it deserved.

“Come on in” she said, sort of hesitating on the words but then looking back and giving a nice smile

“Uh, wow, yeah,” I stammered, hopping in and closing the door behind me

Her pussy was deliciously pink beneath the curly brown pubes, and it wa astoundingly juicy looking, all pert and fertile and ready for breeding. I knew I should put a condom on, but I didn’t have any, so I fumbled around with my belt, slid out my now throbbing cock, and stood there idly for a moment.

“Oh, don’t worry, I just have supergonereahsiphilAIDS” she said with a wink, before adding shyly “that was a joke, i actually don’t. I have an IUD though, so no need to worry about pregnancy”

I took that as an invitation to go raw, and after sliding some spit on my prick, i slid right in.

There’s nothign quite like a hot pussy on a cold day. I could feel from the slickness that I wasn’t the first load she’d taken today, and somehow that turned me on even more. I started thrusting awkwardly in the back of her green van, pushing myself as deep as I could get into her, and looking down at her beautiful asshole, flexing and opening as I fucked her swollen cunt. I noticed a trail of cum leaking out of her slightly gaping fuck-pipe, so i did what any guy would, and shoved my thumb in there.

This elicited a groan from the fuck-hole, and she arched her back more, slamming her own head down into the cuishiony seats as I filled two of her holes

Her cunt was tight, too. I could tell she was flexing her walls as much as possible, and it felt like it was milking the flesh of my cock. Her fuckhole was like oiled velvet, taylor made for my prick. I could feel the warmth and the flex wrapping aroudn my cock, and i pushed further and further in, slamming against her cervix. Her eyes were watering at this point, and I’m not sure the mumbles coming from her mouth could pass as english. She was my fuck-hole. My plaything to be abused. Not just mine, but every and anyones. I imagined the other men, thrusting away at her hole, feeling the same wet, slick preasure on their pricks, the same vacuum of biological impulse, as if millions of years of human evolution had lead directly to the most wonderfully pleasureable cunt the world had ever seen; all ridged and bumpy and wet and sucking. My god the sucking. I could tell she wanted my cum. She needed my cum. My cock was throbbing in tandem with her flexes, and I was happy to oblidge. I started thrusting away at my fuckhole witha primal sort of rage. I’d never fucked my girlfriend like this – no pussy could compare to this slut who had dedicated her time and life to taking loads deep inside her.

My cock throbbed harder, and I could feel the preasure build up in my balls – that intense moment of pre-orgasmic pleasure, before finally thrusting to the hilt, my balls slapping into her swollen, red clit, and I unleashed my load in her fuckhole, as countless men had before me. It tightened up and milked my cock as I came, squeezing me from tip to base.

When it was all said and done, she couldn’t speak. Maybe she didn’t want to. Maybe she didn’t think it was worth it. What did I care what she had to say? She was a hole. A tool to use. A peice of meat.

I gave her firm, pale ass a carefully aimed spank, and saw a few drops of cum leak out of her still pulsating pussy. Zipped up my pants, and walked home to my girlfriend.

I think a certain amount of infidelity is helpful in any relationship. Every guy needs a fuckhole now and then. Whether it’s a drunk gay buddy who wants to drain your balls, or a girl named Candy who hitches up her skirt in the university parking lot, that sorta shit keeps men sane.

I’ll definitely be back to see candy again. Maybe with friends! Should I keep you guys updated?

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/57yzwa/free_use_on_my_university_campus_true_story