Laura and I – The Sex Tour Around Campus: Part II

I was nervous here, mostly because of how open, accessible, and frequented this bridge was, but the thrill of possibly getting caught is what we both lived for (not that I thought we would with how few people were on campus, but the thought was still there). Slowly I caressed her back as we got closer to the center, inching my way down until I was rubbing her ass through her dress more than anything else. Once we reach the center I turn towards her, pull her in, give her a long kiss.

“Are you ready?” I ask. Never have we been so exposed as this.

Without speaking she pulls me in and kisses me and I slide my hand up her soaked thigh to her pussy. I had my answer. I softly stroke the outside of her pussy and rub her clit when she buries her head into my neck.

“Fuck me.” she moans softly into my ear. Say no more.

I push her up against the railing and turn her around so she can have a beautiful view of campus while I pound the greatest ass I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. Carved from stone, her ass must have been, by the hands of Hephaestus himself and shaped by Aphrodite, and I stare out over my campus, lit beautifully, with a backdrop of rolling hills, the sound of a gentle stream below singing a duet with the crickets sitting near, never have I had a more perfect moment than that, a hand painted scene laying in front of us while I am balls deep in the woman I love the most. And right then I showed her that she was the one I love the most. The scene, the passion, and the adrenaline mixed into a perfect cocktail of love and lust. The rest of the world left my thoughts and I focused slowly on leaving her legs too weak to walk home. I fucked her hard. The noise we made seemed to echo through the night. Her words were interrupted here and there with slight screams of joy but I made out each one clearly.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god” she moaned, “I love you so much, please don't stop, don't fucking stop, don't fucking stop fucking me. Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

I found humor in the number of times she said fuck, as if that was the only word she truly knew. She began to scream but stifled it with her hand. This was displeasing to me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her hand away.

“You're my little slut, Laura. I love my little slut and I don't care who hears us.” I huffed, trying to catch my breath.

She didn't try to stifle her screams any longer. I prefer sex naked and in my adrenaline raddled mind I sloppily take my shirt off, now as exposed as I was back on third base. She, however, was not, and we couldn't have that. I grab her dress and push it up towards her which she flings off in a hurry and hands to me. A few minutes go by and her breaths start getting shallow. She pushes herself onto her toes. I do not let up my pace.

She yells between breaths “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuu…” which trails off into a long, loud moan.

Her body trembles and twitches as she sends mixed signals.

“Don't stop… please… don't… stop I can't take it… don't stop… I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I can't take it! Fuck!”

In the face of such uncertainty, what would you do? As any man would, I power through, knowing that is what she truly wants. I slow my pace and come to a stop when one of her legs gives out and she stumbles and slowly lowers herself to the ground. She leaned back against the grating of the bridge fencing, legs open giving me a view of her red, swollen pussy. She was cum drunk, a little out of her mind and breathless, but satisfied. I stood there in front of her, still hard, my dick covered in her cum “shining like a fucking angel” as she put it. I pull up my shorts and put on my shirt while she sits there naked.

In what looked like it took a lot of effort she asks “Can I have my dress back please?”.

I look at the dress in my hand, walk towards her, and throw it over the side of the bridge.

I couldn't tell if it was rage or terror that was gripping her more at that moment when she looked up at me, her dress falling to the ground some forty feet below, but she was no longer cum drunk. She was lucid. She stared at me for a few seconds, mouth wide open in disbelief at what had just happened. My heart was racing. I was so… happy. I said nothing and simply smiled back at her with a grin that implied “what are you going to do about it”. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards me which caused me to back up, slightly frightened as to what she was going to do. The bridge is narrow and I reach the other railing in two steps, now trapped by the woman I stranded naked in the middle of a bridge, in the middle of my campus. She crawls up to me her head inches away from my waist and in one quick motion pulls my shorts to the ground and devours my cock. Like the pistons of a Ferrari California opening up on Sunset Boulevard, she bobs her head up and down, her hands on my waist pulling me into her, fucking her face. Completely naked in the middle of campus my little slut is gagging on my cock after I just threw her dress off the bridge.

Time out. I know what you are thinking. Why would she do that? Why would she reward you with a slutty blowjob after you did that? Well let me tell you this girl is no ditz. She had a plan to do the same to me, and it almost worked.

She managed to lift one of my legs out of my shorts while I was overwhelmed by what was happening and I barely noticed. Slight tugs here and there I noticed as she was deep-throating me but I paid them no regard. It was only when she was was sucking on one of my balls while stroking my dick like the ultimate shake weight workout that she tried one hard tug that I noticed, but I refused. I knew. She knew that I knew. And now she had to try and distract me enough again to get my other leg out of my shorts if her plan was to work. She turned the slut up to 11. She put my cock back in her mouth and started playing with my balls, sucking almost violently, but it felt amazing. It is difficult for me to get off during a blowjob but she had me close.

This went on for another minute or two until she gave up, stood up, slapped me across the face, and then kissed me hard with one hand on the back of my head, the other stroking my dick. She was a hot mess. She was angry, yes, but I knew her. I created this monster and if there was one thing I knew it was that she had no shame. After it settled in I knew she enjoyed every minute of it.

“Which way is the quickest down?” she asked after pulling her tongue from my mouth. “This way” I said. I pulled up my shorts and lead her away.

I lied.

We walked to the other side of the bridge towards the student center, the side we did not come from. She tried to walk quickly ahead of my but I grabbed her hand to make sure she couldn't go anywhere. Not that it would have matter, she did not know where to go.

“Come here.” I tell her and pull her into a corner on the exterior of the student center.

I suck on her tits, making sure to give each equal time while fingering her. She loved it when I would suck and nibble on her tits, and, to my own surprise, that was the first time I had done that all night. I then turn her around, pushed her up against the glass and fucked her from behind.

“Let's go get your dress.” I say as I pull out. I start to walk away but she remains there, pressed up against the glass, looking at me, almost disappointed.

“I hate you, you know that, right?” she says to me with a large smirk over her face.

I lead her down steps which take us to the bottom of the building and the valley. We walk across the patio and down a short hill when we come across a small creek. Did I know this was here? Of course I did. We were both wearing flip flops and I had no intention of trying to jump it, especially not at night, but I thought it would be a fun little way to tease her. We could see her dress laying on the path running below the bridge, but we were no closer to it here than we were on the bridge.

“You did this on purpose, punk!” She yelled at me.

“Me? Certainly not!” I exclaim, a sarcastic tone so defined even the most oblivious would catch on. “I guess we should find another way.”

“I swear to God if we get caught,” she started.

“You'll what?” I interrupt her thought process. “I believe that it is more likely you'll drop to your knees and blow me in front of whoever catches us than be embarrassed . You have told me you've wanted an audience.”

She looks at me, trying to form some sort of retort, but instead huffs up the hill. I follow her quickly and pull her to one of the tables.

“Lay down.” I gently nudged her against one of the tables on the patio.

She lays down and I began to kiss her body. I start with her forehead, and then her nose, followed by her lips. I make sure to spend quality time on her neck and then down to her tits caressing each one with my tongue. I kiss down her stomach to her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs as close to her pussy as possible, teasing her. I spend a few minutes kissing around her body, teasing her, pinching her nipples, sliding my hands all over and avoiding her dripping pussy to torment her as much as I can. She loves it.

“Finally!” she moans as I sink two fingers inside her while licking her clit. She starts breathing heavily. I quicken my pace, fucking her pussy with my fingers and licking her clit faster and faster. She grabs my hair and forces my face into her pussy, slowly grinding on me, getting closer and closer to cumming.

“Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!” she moans and suddenly my head is trapped, her legs clenched around my head and her body shaking slightly. Once she catches her breath she stands up and gives me a forceful kiss, not minding my lips taste like hers.

“Let's go get your dress.” I whisper in her ear.

I lead her down the path that took us over the creek and straight to her dress. She picks it up and puts it on quickly. We make out under the bridge for a while, not aggressively, but passionately, like two people in love, our hands exploring each others bodies.

“Where ever you take me next we are not leaving until you cum.” She said to me.

I grabbed her hand and we walked slowly, her body close to mine, hands intertwined, taking a nice, leisurely stroll to our next spot. An odd juxtaposition this moment was, a moment of intimacy and love sandwiched between the previous moment and the one to come of carnal sex, outrageous exhibitionism, and sloppy blow jobs.

“There?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, “Right on the fifty yard line.”

Our football field was surrounded by a small set of stands, certainly not a stadium. The gate surrounding it was unlocked most times, and even if it wasn't, hopping it is no issue. We made it to the center of the field and I strip off my flip flops, my shirt, and my shorts. She follows suit and drops her dress to the ground and we embrace each other, naked in the center of campus, kissing the others body. She drops to her knees and, with renewed enthusiasm, gets my dick rock hard and wet. I only let her suck on me for a minute because I want her bad.

“Lay on your back.” I command.

She does and I drop down and kiss her, guiding my dick into her wet pussy. I grab her legs and pull them over my shoulders so I can properly pound her the way she wants and deserves.

“Yes. Yes. Oh God. Fuck me. Fuck me!” she moans out in between breaths.

My stamina, which has been hanging on by threads for a while, is giving out and I can feel myself getting ready to cum.

“I'm gonna cum baby!” I tell her in a rush, barely holding myself together at this point. I pull out. She sits up and devours my cock when the first load shoots out. We have been fucking for hours at this point this is the first time I am going to cum on our little tour. After so much anticipation and preparation my cum does not fall out, but instead shoots like a rocket. This took her by surprise and she pulled back, slightly choking on the first load, my cock now sitting in front of her face, when the second load shot out, splashing on her face and some landing in her mouth. I grab my dick and stroke it furiously, releasing more and more cum. The third, fourth, and fifth loads fly out as quick as the first two, two splashing again on her face and one on her chin, neck, and chest. She regains her bearings and puts my cock back in her mouth, sucking out the remaining cum. I try and pull her head away, unable to take all the pleasure I am feeling with how sensitive my cock is, my legs wanting to fall away, but she grabs the back of my legs and pulls her head further onto my cock mumbling no as she sucks harder and harder, draining my cock. She lets go and I stumble backwards, falling to the ground, my legs shaking a little. She crawls over to me, sucks on the head of my cock for a second before kissing it and laying down in my arms next to me. We cuddle for a few minutes naked on the football field.

We put on our clothes and walk back to my house to shower. No sleep is had as we fuck in the shower and various other places around the house and cuddle in between, grabbing some food here and there. I had one last idea, one I don't think I'd ever have the opportunity for again. I had in my house a blow-up mattress, useful for dorm rooms when guests come over as the beds were quite small, which I took out back and inflated. I grabbed sheets and put them on and I told her my idea.

“Let's make love to the sunrise.” I told her sincerely. We've been fucking all day, but now I want to love her.

“I love you.” she said and kissed me.

The back of my house opened into a small field surrounded by trees, facing east. With no one else in the houses next to mine this area was completely private. It was close to sunrise when we went out. I pulled the mattress into the middle of the field and we laid together making love as the sun rose.

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