Hot lecture theatre sex with horny, wet classmate [M/F]

Made an account just to share this story, which occurred during my second year of university with a fellow classmate.

She had all the guys completely wrapped around her finger, with us begging her to wrap her lips around our dick. She was amazingly beautiful, in the most innocent sense. Long, curly hair, eyes that could make you hard by staring into them, and a beautiful face. Her cheekbones were wonderfully sculptured, she had a very cutting jaw line, and she had, overall, a wonderful figure fitting her 5 ft 3″ frame.

Now, the parts that I wanted to cum all over the moment I saw her – her lips. Her luscious, succulent lips. She always wore red lipstick, and pulled it off ever so well. They were the perfect shape for sucking dick, and I’d realise that soon enough. She didn’t have a particularly large ass, but it was enough to be a handful. It was large enough to make me hard at the thought of riding it, though, and she had wonderfully thick thighs – owing to her squatting. But, the pinnacle of her fuckable body was undoubtedly her tits. They were enormous, and she was short, making them appear even bigger. When she wore v-neck tops, you could see her tits trying to burst out of the confinement of her bras, and you could see the cleavage waiting to be filled with cum. Her clothing wasn’t particularly modest – tight jeans which revealed almost every definition in her legs and ass, a revealing top with minimalistic bra’s, and she sometimes even wore heels. In a summer dress, seeing her body move was a sight to behold. Her personality didn’t scream “slut”, but she was flirty and I noticed she really enjoyed making physical contact with me whenever she could. It was almost like fake innocence – innocence that makes you think she’s not a master of giving blowjobs and riding dick, but yet there was a feeling that she was holding herself back and only once you penetrate her would you experience her true freakiness and sex ability.

We always had a sexual tension between us. Her friends told me she often talked about me, and we found each other attractive – she was the most beautiful girl in the class, so naturally I would find her attractive, and I’d dream about fucking her tight, petite body. When we studied together, during my moments of increased horniness, I’d often get a boner thinking about what I’d love to do to her body. We often spent time alone, just the two of us, as we’d stay in the library and ‘work’ or go out and grab a bite. It wasn’t a relationship, far from it, I think we were just so attracted to each other, sexually, that we wanted to stay near each other. The stumbling block was of course her boyfriend of one year. She often complained about him, but me not caring I often just waved it away and changed the topic since I didn’t really care. She didn’t see him often, and often complained he was too “conserved”. I didn’t really understand what she meant by this until the day we finally fucked.

As usual, we were in the library. Not really working, just relaxing and talking about various rubbish. We have small concealed rooms in the library, so it was essentially just us with no one else watching. Of course I’d already dreamt about grabbing her by the waist, bending her over the table, and shoving my aching dick inside her wet pussy multiple times in this particular room, but I had to have some self-control of course. That day, she dressed particularly slutty. She wore her low-cut V-neck top, revealing a lot of her tits and also her minimal flowery red bra. She wore the tightest jeans in her wardrobe, and even completed the set with heels. She was looking so, so hot, and of course her red lipstick was perfectly applied, and her curly hair was beautifully arranged.

We were just talking in general, and the topic changed to sex. We discussed how there were rumours about someone having sex in the toilets at another university, and started casually talking about sex. Things like, crazy places to do it, dream celebrity fuck (FYI: Mine was Miranda Kerr), and then it switched to personal.

“So, Konfrowaway, when was your last time?”
It had been maybe a year? I was just too busy, I replied. Then I asked her, immediately I regretted it. Should I be asking about a girl’s sex life? They always seem to be more embarrassed by it than guys. She turned away for a second and then replied.
“Not great.” And then, I finally understood why her boyfriend was labelled conservative. She complained he wouldn’t fuck her in public places, and the thought of sex in public places often made her horny. She complained he was uncreative, and made her do all of the work in bed, and complained he didn’t go down on her as much as she wanted. She complained that, although she didn’t want to do anal right now, she was sure that he’d definitely never ever try, and she felt it was a bit too safe for her fetishes. In the end, it turned into a rant about how her boyfriend can’t satisfy her in bed, but she was happy with him otherwise.

I found it outrageous. I would travel from distance cities just to fuck her, and I’d sure as hell fuck her in whatever place we could find suitable. Heck, if it came to her, I’d fuck her in the aisle of a busy train – she was absolutely stunning and I just had an intuition she was great at riding dick. Of course, I didn’t say that. I simply said “well he’s definitely missing out on you then”. We’d talk about sex casually all the time, and by this stage I think we knew about about the other person’s fetishes and how they like things.

She laughed, and held her hand up and said “is it true that a boy’s penis is proportional to his hand size?”. She lifted my hand, and compared. “Oooooh. That’s not bad. Bigger than my boyfriend’s hand anyway” she giggled excitedly. It was getting hot in the room. “I’d never treat you like your boyfriend. I’m not a good a person, and I’m not sure I could keep my hands of my girlfriend for more than two hours. Any place we could sit is a place I’d fuck her.” She blushed, but not embarrassed blush. Not a blush to tell me “I don’t want you inside of me”, more like “please enter me now. I need you”. “Yeah, you seem like the dirty, dirty type” she replied. Not offended by that, I replied “well some girls prefer it dirty.” She simply laughed and looked away. We decided to leave the library, and instead head to a lecture theatre.

We have large lecture theatres, and small ones which could fit around 20 people. There was one which was particularly far from the main centre of the building, so we headed to that. The reasoning I gave to her “there’s less chance of other annoying people making noise. We can actually focus”. In my head, still fantasising, I was thinking about the place where I could make her orgasm the loudest without other people finding out. She obliged, and we walked towards it. Her heels hitting the ground were filling the silent hallways with sound, and we didn’t speak at all. There was a definite tension in the air now. When we entered the lecture theatre we moved towards the wrong where the blackboard was, with a desk and some chairs. She threw her bag near the front door, and then sat down on one of the desks. I went to the toilet, washing my face with cold water to try and stem the influence of my little man wanting to get inside her.

I returned, locking the door behind me “I cba for stupid lecturers to come in”. and sat next to her, and we continued talking. She complained more about her boyfriend, and asked me crazy places I’d have sex in, where the craziest place I’d had sex in was, and other things like would I eat pussy etc. I think she finally established, in terms of fucking, we were perfectly complementary. Maybe we’d be unsustainable in a relationship, but we could fuck each other for nights on end. “Hehehehe. God I wish my boyfriend was more like you sometimes.”

“Mmmmm, I guess I could compensate in some ways for your boyfriend,” I replied. She smiled, laughed nervously and turned away to her ringing phone. I noticed it was her boyfriend, but she deliberated. While she initially went to accept the call, she hesitated and just let it ring a while. There was a puzzled look on her face – does she pick up the call, and reduce the chances of her getting filled, or does she talk to her boyfriend? She took around 10 seconds, before I decided I’d be the deciding factor. I moved my chair closer to her, she didn’t notice and was still fixated on her still ringing phone. I then gently put my hand on the top of her thigh, and worked it inside towards her inner thigh, very slowly stroking her and moving closer and closer to her vagina. While at first she tensed and turned towards me, slightly shocked, she eventually relaxed and let me get closer. Her breathing became deeper, and she began to mumble a bit. When I was about to touch her vagina through her jeans, she grabbed my hand looked in my eyes and whispered “we can’t. We can’t? We can’t can we?”. I didn’t reply, and instead moved my entire body closer to hers.

She had made her decision. She declined the call, and almost instantly moved my hand into her jeans, onto her already soaking wet vagina. There was so much pussy juice flowing I wasn’t sure how long she was wet for, but she was soaked. I began rubbing her clit, and fingering her vagina. She came so quickly I could tell she hadn’t been turned on like this for a while. Her cum covered my hand, and her jeans were stained with it. She took her jeans off, revealing her soaked underwear which she also removed, still sitting on the chair. I grabbed her face with my other hand, and made her watch as I wiped the cum from her and licked it with my tongue. She groaned loudly, and I could see in her eyes it was making her wetter. I then grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her onto the desk. While I took of my trousers, she was preparing to be penetrated and spread her legs wide. She was still wearing her heels, fuck the very thought of her spread out vagina and her heels makes me hard to this very day.

I first kiss her vagina again. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing. Shaven, and perfectly tight. Completely clean, almost insured. “This looks brand new, your boyfriend sucks balls,” I told to her. She giggled seductively. “Please fill my wet, aching vagina with your dick. Please, please, please. Fuck me fuck me fuck me I need you inside of me”. Making me harder, I obliged. I grabbed her legs, split her wider and inserted by throbbing dick inside her. I started with only the head of my dick, knowing fully well how desperate she was to get fucked. I loved watching her squirm, I loved watching her on the edge wanting me to shove it all in. And, because I knew of how much she wanted me, I decided to hold off so she’d want me more. She wasn’t having it, and instead grabbed my dick and shoved the rest inside. Upon full entering, she let out a moan that filled the lecture theatre, and her breathing become quicker and she squealed “OH FUCKKKK YESSSS FUCK YESSSSSSS FUCK MEEEE”.

Majestic. I could bow to that vagina. It was that great. The walls squeezed against my dick and I rode her. I wasn’t using a condom, so I felt every little part of her well maintained vagina. I heard it squelch as I ploughed her deeper and deeper. I felt every little bump on her vagina walls, grabbing my dick. It was like her entire body was wrapped around my dick, and I swear it was so tightly bound to her I could have lifted her body with just my dick. We were completing each other. I was filling the cavity inside her, which hadn’t been filled adequately in what must have been years. Her moans and groans, shrill, quick and full of releasing sexual tension, were music to my ears and only made me want to keep going. Her breathing was so quick and I took her v-neck off and her bra off while fucking her, revealing her cushy tits. I grabbed one in my mouth and sucked them, but the pussy was so memorising I couldn’t focus on two at the same time and instead shifted my primary horniess to fucking every inch of her pussy instead. As she breathed deeper and harsher, I saw her breasts expand and enlarge more. My busty petite crush was finally getting fucked good.

After about 10 minutes of non-stop thrusting, she came. I felt her endlessly squirt against my dick. The moment I felt the first squirt, I left my dick inside her, letting her cum and my dick fill her vaginal space. Once she stopped, after around 10 squirts of her hot cum, I removed my dick from her. The sight. The sight, if only I had a picture of that sight. Her cum covered my dick, and it was sticky as I removed it. Some continued to ooze out of her, and made her entrance sticky. Now, when I shoved myself inside her, there was an extra force that seemed desperate to keep me inside her for longer. Every cell in her body was shaken, and was heartbroken when I left her, only to quickly be filled with pleasure again once I inserted into her once more. Knowing she’d got her first orgasm, I decided to change her position and make her cum another way.

I pulled her legs off the desk, and turned her around. Instinctively, she spread her legs to widen her pussy. Her majestic pussy. A pussy which could send countries to way as political leaders fought for the honour of wetting their dick with her. I spanked her a number of times, so hard that I left my handprint on her. “Oops, what are you going to tell your boyfriend?”. “As long as you’re around, I never have to fuck him again” – confirmation this special moment wasn’t ending on that day.

I continued to fuck her brains out. That last statement made me so desperate for her I was going as hard as I could. Her orgasms, oh how I wish I recorded them. So shrill, so desperate, so hesitant, each sound was filled with pleasure. Her body was overflowing with pleasure and I felt the pleasure in the air through her moaning. Louder and louder. Her moans got louder and louder as I fucked her louder and louder and deeper and deeper. The sound of my ballsack hitting her entrance got louder and louder, and I felt some bruising but I didn’t care. Nothing could stop me from fucking her now. Even if a professor came into the room, through crashing down the door, I would fuck her until I could cum all over her. And I would rejoice. I didn’t care and she didn’t either. In this moment, we were both complete with each other and we were both in another dimension of pure pleasure through fucking and the mixing out our juices.

How badly did she want me inside her? She came again, this time she squirted while my dick was briefly outside her, and I saw her cum splatter everywhere. While she was squirting, her orgasms were of another sexual level – they were absolutely indescribable. In a way, I fell in love with her very voice by the end of our encounter. Ignoring her cum I continued. I wasn’t done yet, but I felt my load would soon be ready to burst. A load which I was saving for her for months on end – no masturbation and no sex for a while. Every single drop of this load belonged to her and her enchanting pussy. Breathless, and still dazed from her third orgasm and the feeling of my throbbing dick ramming her aching pussy, she staggered out words – clearly forcing herself to talk while she couldn’t help feeling my dick. “Tell.. me… oh fuck oh fuck… when you’re going to cum.. fuck fuck fuck me you’re so good to me your fucking dick”. Throughout the sex, she was whispering “oh fuck” and “harder” and of course I obliged.

Leaning over, I whispered in her ear: “Can you boyfriend fill you like I can huh? Does your boyfriend know just how slutty you are, can he bring out this side of you like I can? Can anyone fill your vagina like I can, do you love the feeling of my inside you? Your body, you’re so fucking hot. Fuck me I want my dick to brush against every part of you and I’d swear I’d fill your tight vagina for the rest of your life if I could”. This was turning her on more, and turning me on more as she began screaming while i was whispering and her breaths become almost so quick she wasn’t breathing.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, do you want it inside your aching pussy or your mou-” she instantly turned around, withdrawing my dick from her first. She got onto her knees, and slapped her face with my dick, before I took my dick with my hand and repeatedly wiped it over her face and made her lips taste me and her pussy juice. She then shoved my entire cock into her mouth in one go. No foreplay with my dick, straight away she was gagging. She made my dick stick out against her cheek, and smacked it before continuing to suck my soul out of my body. I saw her red lipstick colour my dick, and with each pull she sucked harder, and force me more inside her. She hadn’t gagged for a while, so I grabbed her head and pushed her onto my dick as hard to possible. She was gagging severely now, but didn’t make any attempt to pull herself away. I let my hand go, but she left her head there, instead grabbing her and and begging me to push her further into my dick. I obliged. Her gagging was about to do it for me. She pulled her head away and continued to suck again, wrapping her tongue around me.

Then, she went for the final suck. She removed her mouth from my dick for a brief second, and then with all the force in her neck muscles pushed mouth into her throat as deep as possible, so she gagged, and slightly pushed my entire body back. Hearing her gag, the pleasure of making this slutty little whore mine, the pleasure of knowing my dick made her become deranged from pleasure (a feat her boyfriend couldn’t manage), and the pleasure of feeling her insides against my throbbing dick, caused me to cum. My load was the biggest I’d seen in time. She gulped mouthful after mouthful, her eyes closed but her face filled with raw pleasure. I heard her swallow at least 3 or 4 times, and some cum even leaked out of the side of her mouth. Feeling the cum leak from her, I saw the worried look in her eyes. She didn’t want to miss a single drop of cum, so I helped her. I wiped my cum with my fingers, gathering it all.

Once it finished swallowing the load I left on her tongue, I shoved my fingers in her mouth and watched her suck every droplet of cum from my fingers and my palm. She’d become a sex-crazed animal, relishing the taste and feeling of cum inside her. Exhausted, we both sat on the floor. The view of her sweating naked body leaning against the bench. Her pussy, throbbing from pleasure, and her legs still split wide as if her pussy was still thanking me. The beads of sweat on her tits, and her face, and the smile she had while her eyes were rolled back from ecstasy. Still wearing her heels, the mental memory is enough to wank for days.

Her phone vibrated, she showed me it was her boyfriend. Still breathless, we both laughed but let our lungs refill with air before we spoke.

I told her the truth. I told her I’d wanted to fuck her in the library ever since I’d met her, that I wanted to bend her over and fill her with my cum. That, during classes, when she was facing the blackboard, I fantasied about taking her and cumming all over her slutty little face. That I dreamt of kissing her tits and splashing them with my load.

She replied: This isn’t over. We are going to fuck again. And again and again. Your dick, fuck me what a dick. Thank you, thank you so much. I loved the taste of you, your cock, your cum, the feeling of your dick tearing apart my vagina. Fuck my boyfriend, I want to fuck you. My pussy deserves you, and you deserve my pussy. You dirty fuck, make me your slut and fuck me again and again.

She came over to me, still naked and kissed me. Not a kiss that told us we loved each other – a kiss that told us we should continue fucking. We both knew we couldn’t go again, not on that day anyway.

But I made her my slut. And we continued to fuck, and we are still fucking. She hasn’t broken up with her boyfriend, and there’s no way we’d make a sustainable couple. But that’s okay – it’s something we both agree on. Do I feel bad about her boyfriend? Maybe I should, but we’ve just become fuck toys to each other. We don’t complement each other as a logical, morally correct, sustainable pair. We just don’t click in that way.

But fuck, do we manage to fuck each other like no one else in the world could. One day it will end. Will her boyfriend find out? I don’t care. Morals isn’t something either of us have when our sex is this good.

What we have is a raw, lustful desire for each other – the smell, taste, and feeling of her pussy on my dick. And for her, the feeling of my dick inside her, the feeling of my cum splattering inside her, and the taste of me coating her tongue.

A brief outline of events after that first fateful fuck: It’s been around 5 months, and we’d agree to fuck every Wednesday, when most students finish early. But, during our horny times, we’d often fuck maybe 2/3 times a week, whenever we were alone, horny, and could find time. Her sex drive is absolutely incredible, but I have a high sex drive too. We both agreed not to masturbate so maximise the pleasure of our sex. I swear every time it gets better and better as we get used to each other’s body and preferences. When there wasn’t time for a full on sex session, we’d often give each other head, or we’d touch each other.

Her boyfriend and her haven’t done anything sexual since I first fucked her – she said her relationship overall has improved with him, since she gets her pleasure somewhere else. She did say they tried once, but the feeling of orthodox sex just wasn’t cutting it for her anymore. Instead, she limits him to handjobs but that satisfies his low libido. During term breaks, we’d meet up elsewhere and fuck, and when things were getting really dry (longest without vaginal penetration was around 11 days) we would sext each other. Lame I know, but we’d FaceTime and video ourselves pleasuring ourselves – that was the only time masturbating was allowed, when we were both doing it at the same time. She also sends a steady supply of nudes to keep me horny until our next session. We don’t hang around as “friends” anymore, only in groups, simply because we’re both worried we’d lose control and someone would catch us having sex while we were ruled by our primal desires.

There’s also a VERY interesting session of particular encounters, which I won’t spoil for now since this post is getting long, but I’ll post them in the comments later. I’m also trying to get her to record her orgasm to post on here, to enlighten your lives too!

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