College Voyeurism (mostly) [Str8](non threesome) [MFM] [anal] [exh] [Fsub] [mast] [oral] [voy] [sm]

I walked out the side door of the lecture hall, taking a deep breath of the cool night air, glad class was finally over. I slid my phone out of my pocket and dialed Mary, we usually usually grab some pizza together just before the dining hall closed. When it rang through to voicemail, I turned back towards our dorm. “Hey Mary, it’s Jim. Just got out of class, I’m gonna pop by if you want to grab a slice.” Probably forgot to switch it back on after class, I figured, not unusual for her. Luckily, she lived on the first floor of the dorm, and it was easy enough to knock on her window. It was shut tonight, with the shade down, now that things had cooled off. It must be nice living on the ground floor, I was in the same building, and even in the middle of winter my sixth floor room was always sweltering.

I was about to knock on the glass when I noticed a shadow cast over it by the lamp, “Holy shit!” I whispered. There was no mistaking what was going on. Mary was bent over, her plumo ass bent over the side of the bed, while her big tits hung down, a guy hammering her hard from behind. Even through the glass I could hear her muffled screams.

“Just like that! Ruin my little pussy with that thick fucking prick, you bastard!”

I leaned in closer and heard him reply, “Nothing little about you, fat slut.”

I flushed, Mary was curvy, sure, but I’d never call her fat. She’d probably break me in half. Based on her moan, it didn’t bother her though, “I’m just glad you’re strong enough to manhandle a piggy slut like me.”

She squealed as her whole body shuddered, then sank to the bed to pant. Good thing it was Friday night, or someone would’ve complained by now.

I ducked down, trying to get an angle around the curtain, and my jaw dropped. It had to be a trick of the angle, no guy was that fucking hung.

“Sure you’re a piggy slut?” he asked, reaching his thick arms around to grope her tits, “These look more like udders to me, fuck cow.” He kept fucking, not even slowing down as he pounded her as hard as he could and insulted her.

“I’m, oh fuck, whatever you want,” she panted.

He laughed and yanked her back, not missing a stroke as he climbed on to the bed and pulled her back to ride him reverse cowgirl, “Let’s just go with slut for now then,” he laughed, slapping her thick ass with one hand.

My cock, half the size of the guy in the window’s on a good day, throbbed and started leaking. “Whatever you say, sir,” she gasped as he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a wet kiss. He pulled out and climbed around her on the bed.

“I’m almost ready to cum, wrap those big tits around my cock and milk it,” he ordered.

Mary practically fell over herself to comply, squeezing her rack together and leaning down to lick and suck at the head as it peaked out. The guy glanced out the window and winked at me as he started cumming, spraying Mary’s face and hair with spurt after spurt of thick cream. She panted and left her mouth open, trying to catch as much as she could.

I groaned as my cock dribbled, then ran for the front door to head up to my room. “Who the fuck was that?” I wondered, his face and Mary’s flashing through my mind as I desperately rubbed one out on my bed.

The next morning I headed to the dining hall, after rubbing one out in the shower, starving after I skipped dinner last night to jerk off. Mary usually joined me, but after last night I wasn’t sure. I thought about texting her, but the thought of what I’d seen made my hands shake, and there was no way I could knock on the door. What if that guy had slept over and he saw me? I decided to just head to the commons, grab a tray of food and sit in our regular spot. I was half way through my meal when she walked in, wearing a tiny skirt and a tshirt that was at least a size too small. Even from across the room it was easy to tell there wasn’t a bra under it. She waved at me, then headed to grab her own tray.

While she was in line a guy walked in, quickly zeroing in on her. I had a feeling it was the same guy from last night, and I felt my cock twitch. He slid behind her and reached a hand under her skirt, raising it just enough for me to see she wasn’t wearing any panties, definitely him. She spun, hand out for a slap, her mouth open in a snarl until he caught her hand. Recognizing him, she grinned sheepishly. He pulled her in for a kiss, brief, but obviously sloppy. She blushed, then pointed over to me. He nodded and quickly crossed the room. Pulling out the chair across from me.

“Well if it isn’t our little voyeur, don’t worry, I didn’t tell Mary anything,” he said with a cocky grin.

I looked down at my food and flushed, pushing cereal around before managing to mumble a, “sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it man,” he said, “How were you supposed to know? And I take it as a complement that you evidently enjoyed the show.”

Mary started walking towards the table then, balancing a pair of trays. He quickly stood up and took one from her, before leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe, I told you I could grab one.”

She grinned, setting her own down on the table, “I know, but I wanted you to meet Joe, besides, you never eat down here so you don’t know where anything is.” Her hair was a mess, sticking together in some places and frazzled out in others.

He laughed as he say back down, “I’m pretty sure I can figure out of a buffet works, but thank you.” He turned back to me, “I’m Steve by the way,” he said, sticking out his hand.

I took it, his grip firm, but not painful, “Joe, like she said,” I returned.

He nodded and dug into his plate, while Mary looked across at me.

“Sorry about last night, I lost track of the time and was in the shower when you called. By the time I noticed your voicemail I figured you were in bed.”

“No biggie,” I said, glancing back down at my food, “shit happens.” Steve looked up at my reaction to the lie, while he slid one hand underneath the table. I couldn’t see where it went from where I was sitting, but Mary shuddered, her own disappearing from her side.

“Would you mind keeping Steve company for awhile?” she asked, once she had calmed down. “I have to finish up a Photoshop project, and it’s easier if I can work in the lab.”

“I guess, I’ve got a test on Monday, but I can study later.”

“Nerd,” she teased, sticking her tongue out.

“Thanks a lot, buddy,” Steve said, grinning at me. “I’m a commuter, so I’m not really used to spending time on campus on the weekends. Not sure what’s open and stuff.”

“The game room is open, and I know the guy who works weekends, he usually lets us play pool for free. Or we can just head back to my place for some Mario Kart or something.”

“Shit, I haven’t played Mario Kart since I was in high school. You’ll probably kick my ass, but sounds good to me.”

We finished up eating, and they ducked down the hall towards the bathroom before we headed out. I debated following them, but they came back out while I was trying to work up the courage. Mary came out first, a wide grin on her face. “I’m gonna head to the lab now, I’ll text when I get out,” she said, while Steve walked over to join me.

We left in opposite directions, Steve and I heading up hill to my dorm, her down towards the art lab.

“So how much did you see?” he asked once she was out of earshot.

I stumbled and looked over at him, then back down at my feet. “She was bent over the bed when I got there. I watched the rest until you finished.”

He nodded, “And liked what you saw?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered, trying to pick up the pace a bit.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, my man, every guy on this fucking campus watches porn, you just got a live show.”

I stopped and turned around, “You’re seriously cool with it?”

“Hell yeah! I told you, makes me feel like hot shit knowing someone else got off on it. Did you rub one out?”

“A couple,” I admitted.

Steve grinned, “Shit, when?”

“One last night, when I ran back to my dorm. Another when I woke up this morning.” I looked at him for a minute, “And I kinda half had one without doing anything while I watched.”

Steve smiled wider, “Nice, hat trick!”

I chuckled nervously as I let us into the building, pointing towards the desk where Steve had to sign in and leave his license. After he finished I lead him up stairs, “So you didn’t tell Mary?”

“Nah, she mentioned you usually like to grab dinner Friday nights, so I figured it was just an accident. Figured I’d talk to you first.”

“Thanks man, but we should probably tell her. I don’t want to keep secrets from her, we’ve been best friends for years.”

“You tap that yet?” he asked as we stepped into my room.

I slammed the door, “A couple times. I think she felt sorry for me when I was on a dry spell.”

“You want some more?”

I dropped the the Mario Kart box I’d been opening, “Well that’s not exactly going to happen now that she’s got you, is it?”

He shrugged, “I mean, I can’t say she’ll enjoy it, but if I told her I doubt she’d say no.”

I finished setting up the game in silence for a minute before I snapped at him, “So that’s how it is, you walk in with that big cock and the girls just do what you ask?”

He sat on my bed and grabbed a controller, “The big cock only gets you in their pants. You gotta know what to do once you get there.”

“I guess you’re the expert then, got plenty of practice?”

He shrugged, “I get by, I’m not one of those guys that grabs a different girl every night.”

We started a race and the conversation quickly changed into scattered curses at shells and bananas. I came in first, and AI nailed him with a shell at the last minute to drop him from sixth to eighth. We finished the circuit, with generally similar results.

“See, I’m better at getting ass than you, but you kick my ass at this,” he said.

“Oh yeah, that’s such a great trade off,” I said, starting another race.

“Sounds like you had a better time watching then you would’ve had if you were in on the action anyway.”

I skidded off the side of Rainbow Road, not answering for a minute as I fought my way back up to first, “Guess that sort of works out then.”

“You want a better seat next round?” he asked, setting his controller down as the race ended and typing on his phone.

“I’m not going to be some creep spying on her,” I said, glaring up at him.

He tossed his phone down, “Read it,” he said.

The conversation started with a picture of a shaved pussy, dripping wet.

UDDERS: Almost done, you having fun with Joe?

ME: Yeah, be better if you were here though.

UDDERS: Want me to come over his place? See if you can keep your hands to yourself long enough to finish a race?

ME: Let’s just head back to your place, I know I’ll lose that bet.

UDDERS: What about Steve? I already feel bad about ditching him last night. :(

ME: I wouldn’t worry about it, I think he’s seeing some girl tonight. She sounds pretty hot!

I glanced up at him, but he just waved his hand to finish reading.

UDDERS: Really? He didn’t tell me anything about that, but I guess I’ve been busy lately. You still have the key I gave you?

ME: Yeah, we’re finishing up a game, I’ll head over in like 15.

UDDERS: Mmmm, I think the lab monitor peaked under my skirt on his last lap. I bet he can smell my pussy.

ME: I bet you spread yourself wider for the next lap, slut.

UDDERS: Maybe. You know it turns me on to think of people watching.

ME: Hurry up and finish, or your friend’s going to think I’ve got a boner for him. I’ll have a surprise for you.

UDDERS: Can’t wait, I’ll give you a few more minutes to get it set up then head over. Give this loser a good show.

I looked up again and handed him the phone.

“See, she’s totally into it. And she already trusts you and fucked you, so it’s cool,” he said.

“What’s this surprise?” I asked.

“You.”

“What?”

“You’re going to hide in the closet and take some pictures while we fool around. I’ll send her to clean up, then you sneak out. Send me the pics, and then I’ll show them to her. I bet she’ll cream her shorts just looking at them.”

I know I did, just from hearing him say that. “I dunno, you sure she’ll be ok with it?”

He nodded, “You’d be doing us a big favor. She’s been talking about someone watching since we hooked up last weekend, and I don’t want to grab some creep off the internet.” I looked down for a second, cock already hard again.

“Fine. But I’m telling her afterwards, I don’t like this sneaking around shit.”

“That’s cool, bro. You’re an upright dude, I respect that. I’m not really into creepin’ in a girl’s panties either.”

We headed up the stairs to the girls floor, and he slid her card into the lock, “Perks of dating the RA?” I asked, laughing nervously.

“That and no roomie, yeah,” he answered. He opened the folding closet doors and waved me in. “Get a good angle on the desk, I’ll make sure she’s distracted, but make sure your phone is on silent. And no flash. It might make the pictures a little blurry, but it’s worth it.”

I nodded and ducked inside. He quickly grabbed something from her hamper and threw it to me, “Here, in case you want to have a little fun too.”

It was a pair of her panties, the crotch still damp. I caught a whiff of the scent and raised them to my nose, moaning as it filled my nostrils. I undid my pants and slid them over my cock, groaning again.

“Not so loud,” he said, tossing his own clothes in a pile by the bed and sliding out of view. “She should be here any minute. Make sure you have a good view of the desk,” he reminded me, “I’m going to put her there for the main event.”

It was a good spot, facing directly opposite the closet, unlike the bed that was off to the side. I couldn’t quite see the door, where he was standing, from my position, but if I tilted my head I could make out some distorted shapes in the mirror. He was lazily jerking his cock with one hand, and rubbing his balls in the other. Last night might not of been an optical illusion, but the skewed angle of the mirror definitely was. He looked like his cock almost reached his nipples, and his balls would’ve been the size of apples. I later learned that he only reached about to his belly button, and his balls at least fit in his shorts.

The door clicked open and she walked in, taking a few steps towards his clothes. He slammed the door shut behind her and grabbed her, cock against her ass and hand on her throat. She gasped, choked for a second, then moaned.

“Are you my surprise, stud?” she asked, voice a little quiet under his grip.

“No, you’ll get your surprise after I cum,” he said, leaning in to nibble her neck. She moaned again, and he shoved her over to the desk, sending her tripping against it. “On your knees, face the bed. You’re going to lube me up.”

She was easily in frame now, and I snapped a picture. When I looked at it more carefully later, I could see a strand of juice actually sliding down her leg.

She opened her mouth eagerly as he crossed the room, “I’m plenty wet for you already. And even if I wasn’t you know I like it when you make it hurt a little,” she wiggled her ass as he slapped his cock against her cheek.

“I can smell your pussy from here, but what about your asshole?”

She looked up at him for a second, then leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock, “I think that’ll hurt no matter what,” she said.

“Ever had anyone up there before?” he asked.

“No one worth mentioning,” she answered, dragging her tongue from under his balls, up his shaft, and around the tip. She’d had me in there once, when we’d hooked up and neither of us brought a condom. I was pretty gentle, because I didn’t want to hurt her.

He grabbed her hair in each hand, twisting it into a pair of handlebar pigtails, and pulled her down onto his cock. I snapped a few more pics as her eyes watered. She pouted a little when he pulled out.

“You’ll get it, just need some more practice,” he said.

“You know what I’ve always fantasized about?” she asked after she caught her breath.

“Someone peaking in that window while I rail you?”

She giggled, “Well yes, that. Also, a guy fucking my pussy for a minute or two before he went to my ass. Just to use it for the lube.”

He growled and yanked her up, shoving her onto the desk, “Kinky slut,” he said, pushing her legs open and lining himself up.

“Shh, don’t let anyone find out,” she teased, winking at him before closing both eyes and moaning as he slid inside.

He moaned back and leaned in close, kissing her hungrily as he slowly slid his hips back and forth, feeding more and more cock into her with each thrust. After a few moments of make outs and slowly grinding into her he broke the kiss and slid out. “Think you’re ready?” he asked.

She slid a finger down and rubbed it over her pussy, then pressed it against her asshole, “For that thing? Never. But I want you to take it, not give it to you.” She pulled her finger out and rolled over, pulling her ass cheeks open, jiggling them in the process. “Make it hurt. I know you like it better that way, you sick fucker.”

He leaned over and kissed her neck a few times, then pressed the wet tip of his cock against her asshole. I started snapping like a madman, trying to catch the actual moment of penetration, my other hand going crazy on my panty wrapped cock.

I knew he was in when I heard her gasp, then start to whine, slowly rising higher and higher. “Does that hurt, slut?” I heard him ask, his voice taking on a harder timbre.

“Yes, daddy,” she panted, shaking her head a little and squirming against the desk.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, holding her in place with one hand on her hip.

“A little, but keep going.”

He shoved forward, ripping a scream from her.

“Oh fuck, you’re too big, oh god, oh god it hurts.” I switched the phone over to video for a minute. The visual quality was shit from here, but the audio came through just fine.

“Who fucked your ass before, slut?” he asked, holding himself still again.

“It was Joe. He was gentle though, pulled out and finished by just jerking when I said it hurt too bad.”

“Did it hurt as much as it does now?”

She half laughed, half sobbed. “Your head hurt more than his whole cock.”

I came into her panties, though I doubt you could’ve told with how soaked they were.

He grabbed her shoulders and slammed himself forward, burying his entire cock. She screamed loud and long, enough that anyone in the adjacent rooms on any side could hear. They were probably empty, it was the weekend after all, and the RA was busy.

He pulled back out and began building a rhythm, thrusting faster and faster on every repetition.

“Oh fuck that hurts, fuck, fuck fuck!” she screamed, thrashing under him.

“Better than when he fucked you?” he asked, not missing a beat.

“Yes,” she sobbed, “oh fuck yes you’re so much better.”

“And why’s that?”

“You don’t stop, you use my hole the way it was meant to be used.”

He grunted and went into her harder and harder, until moans started to replace the sobs from under him.

“Enjoying yourself, slut?” he asked between strokes.

“Yes, oh fuck, keep fucking me,” she moaned back.

The desk creaked under them as he kept going, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room until it even reached me.

After a few minutes her started slapping her ass between strokes, which only made her moan louder.

“Gonna, gonna, gonna,” she gasped, then screamed again, arching her back, “cum!”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her into a kiss the same way he had last night, moaning into her mouth as he slammed her down into the desk one last time, hips twitching as he came himself, then slowly pulled out. A dollop of cum splattered on the floor between their legs. He reached around and held her tight as their breathing slowed, silently enjoying being together for a few moments.

“Why don’t you go get a shower, I’ll take care of your surprise, then join you,” he said.

She lifted herself up from the desk, “Ok, you gonna clean me up now that you got me all dirty?”

He laughed and swatted her ass as she turned way, “There’s not enough soap in the world to clean a nasty slut like you,” he said as she giggled.

After she grabbed her towel and was safely out of the room he quickly crossed to the closet, his dripping, half hard, cock practically in my face. “Enjoy the show?” he asked.

I nodded, holding up the panties to show him.

“Keep them,” he said, “as a thanks for helping out. You got the pics?”

I held up the phone so he could see my camera roll, dozens of pictures of the two of them filling it, “And a little video.”

“Nice work! Send ’em over and get out of here, I’ll fill her in later and let you know how it goes.”

I stepped out of the closet and quickly dressed, then sent the pics over.

“Let me know if you need any more help man, this was hot as fuck.”

“You’re such a perv,” he said as I rushed out the door.

He was right, I went straight to my room and came twice scrolling through the pics while I waited for him to finish showering with Mary and get back to me about how she liked her surprise.

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  1. First story, loosely based on a combination of events from when I was in college. Hope you enjoy!

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