University Sex Pt. 02

It was simply the most exciting kiss I'd ever had: the most intense, the most arousing; the most succulent and the most enjoyable. It was long and tender; long and passionate; long and enquiring and long and inviting and well, just long. It was a kiss of relief that we'd found each other and one of demand that we wanted more. It was asking and accepting at same time. It was everything a kiss should be and everything that I'd imagined it would be as I'd lain so many nights now, masturbating over exactly what we were now doing.

Our arms went round the other and our hands, as if on autopilot, found the other's breasts. No words were exchanged, we didn't ask permission or give approval. There was no need, it was what our bodies wanted and our minds demanded, it was perfectly natural, the logical extension of the kiss and probably the most sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me.

Somehow a couple of buttons on her blouse had come undone and my hands were on her bra and the bare flesh above it while hers were inside my sweater.

"Not here Jayne, not here, it's too public," Emily broke our kiss long enough to whisper.

"Where then? Where can we go?" I asked knowing it wasn't in either of our housess.

"Just drive Jayne, take me somewhere quiet, where there's no one around."

I almost smiled as I drove into the country her hand stroking my neck, for once again I realised, I was going to make love in a car.

And make love we did. Wondrous, magical, exhilarating and tantalisingly stimulating love; love that was so different, so gentle, so exciting and so incredibly satisfying. It was soft and slow and tender, but it wasn't complete love, it couldn't be, we didn't have the time or the space on the back seat of a MINI for that.

But we did have the time to bare our breasts for each other, to stroke and caress them, to squeeze and pinch them and to kiss and lick them. We had the time and the space and the will and the desire to make each other cum by stimulating our breasts.

It was on the back seat of my car that I think I fell in love, well at least in lust, for Emily's tits. They were even more absolutely gorgeous naked than covered up, well I suppose that's natural and inevitable, isn't it? They were so full, so heavy, so round and so firm, yet soft, if that isn't a contradiction in terms. They felt amazing in my hands and incredible in my mouth. Her nipples were big and excitingly crinkly and tasted like nectar as I sucked them as a baby would her mother's teats. And her reaction to my oral attention was fantastic and so horny. The groans and moans, the long sighs and deep grunts, the tight gripping of her hands on me and the straining of her body, all combined to thrill me so much. As I made love to those fantastic breasts, I didn't know just what it was that was giving me the greatest sexual pleasure, the feel, taste and look of them or the wonderful way she responded. But did I care? No not one bit. I just accepted, enjoyed and loved every second of the pleasure and extreme sexual stimulation I was gaining.

It wasn't by any means one way, for Emily was pretty much mirroring what I was doing to her breasts by doing the same to mine. And also, it wasn't just me gaining the fantastic pleasures and stimulation for she was moaning and groaning as she had sex with my smaller, but equally sensitive tits and nipples.

We made each other cum twice like that. But we didn't go any further. I wanted to touch her between her legs but as she made no move to touch me there, I was too shy to start that, maybe Emily felt the same, I thought.

As she opened the car door an hour or so later outside her house, she held my face in her hands and we kissed each other very tenderly on the lips.

"I want you so much Jayne," she whispered.

"Oh yes, yes Emily," was the only sort of rather inept reply I could make.

"I want to make full and complete love to you, very, very soon," she whispered as she got out of the car. Later that evening we finalised the arrangements for the next day.

For the first time for a week, I didn't fantasise about her, nor did I masturbate. But then I didn't need to did I, for tomorrow she was going to fuck me wasn't she?

*

I didn't wear much. It was a warm day and there didn't seem much point in overdoing the clothing so I just slipped on a little white thong and a loose, pale blue, thin tee shirt dress that came to mid-thigh. I walked the half mile or so to the hotel and feeling a little nervous, for a part of me was thinking someone would stop me, went up to room 854. Emily had called me earlier to finalise arrangements and to give me the room number of the hotel she'd checked into.

I knocked and the door slowly opened. Emily poked her head round the door but kept her body behind it. I walked in and my heart leaped when I saw that she was wearing just her panties and bra, both all white, very lacy and completely see through.

"Welcome to my lair," she smiled holding her arms out.

"Thanks," I smiled back. "It's wonderful to be here."

As her arms went round me and I was squashed against her marvellous chest she whispered just before we kissed, "I'll make it so wonderful for you Jayne, I promise."

And she did.

Every single moment of the eight hours we spent in that room were wonderful. Every touch, every kiss, every fondle, caress, stroke and lick were new experiences; they were marvellous sensations and a wonderful adventure for me. Every time we made each other cum, every climax and every orgasm, every time my body was held against hers and every time her head was between my legs were wonderful.

Her hands had quickly lifted my dress over my head and she'd billed and cooed her delight at my naked breasts. I'd unclipped her bra and dropped that on the floor with my dress. We'd gone to the bed and lay in each other's arms. We'd kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. We stroked and fondled and licked and sucked each other's breasts and nipples and we made each other cum, several times.

We were lying on our sides in each other's arms when I felt her hands on my thong and bottom. She started to peel the thong down so I did the same to her panties. We were gazing adoringly into each other's eyes swapping little kisses as we made each other naked. She rolled me onto my back her eyes not leaving mine for one second. She supported herself on one elbow as she ran her other hand down my body and stroked my pubic mound. Still gazing into my eyes her fingers slid a little further and slipped across my clitoris and onto my soaked lips. I grunted and my body jerked, so strong were the sensations.

"OK?" she mouthed, smiling tenderly at me.

"Yes of course," I whispered back reaching up and cupping her breast as if to accentuate my agreement.

She then proceeded to finger fuck me to the most massive orgasm I think I'd ever had. I came with my mouth full of her nipple and one of my hands between her legs. But she didn't stop when I climaxed. I was still shuddering with sexual ecstasy when, for the first time, I had a tongue on my pussy.

My body just seemed to explode with such extreme sexual feelings that I may well have fainted from them. I don't know how many times I climaxed or whether I just had one of those long, long ones of the type Rick used to give me, which now seemed so long ago. All I know was that my mind and body coincided in such physical and emotional extremes that I lost all reason. I was crying, grunting, moaning, sighing and maybe even screaming, I don't know.

What I do know is that I loved it. I adored it and there and then I became addicted to and a massive fan of girl on girl, oral sex. I found it so wonderfully intimate and so fantastically giving. A unique blend of those two, the one being loved gives so much and the one loving it is so intimate.

I was bisexually deflowered in an awesome manner. But so far, the oral love had been one way. As I cuddled Emily and as she cradled my head to her lovely breasts, I was thanking her and stroking her so I knew, and so I wanted and so I needed and so I so desired to do the same to her.

"That's the first time anyone has done that to me," I told her running my fingertips over her gloriously soft and smooth skin.

"Really, anyone? Or do you mean just a girl?" she asked holding my breast and gently pinching the nipple.

I looked up right into her eyes.

"Well, like that anyone Emily, anyone at all, honestly."

Smiling she replied. "Well, I'm pleased to take your oral virginity Jayne as well as your female one." I'd told her in the car that I'd never been with another woman. I saw the sparkle in her eyes as she went on, still holding and rubbing my tits that were tingling wonderfully. "I take it you enjoyed it Jayne?"

The kiss I gave her being open mouthed, tongue plunging and lips grinding, was intended to answer that question in the most affirmative way, but I still whispered.

"So much Emily, I enjoyed it so much."

But the time had come; she knew it as well as I did. The moment was here when the favour had to be returned, no not had to be, needed to be and so badly as well. I wanted to love Emily that way, have sex with her like that, be so marvellously intimate with her like that and give her the pleasure she'd given me. I wanted to hold her down there, have my face against her most womanly place, I wanted to taste her and smell her. Yes, I wanted to fuck her with my mouth just as she'd face-fucked me.

Looking deep into her eyes and softly stroking her body I started to slither downwards. She knew exactly what I was doing, where I was going and what was going to happen.

"Oh yes, yes Jay," she said softly and rather huskily I thought, as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Oh yes baby, have me like that, take me Jay."

Her words were almost as thrilling as the feel of her soft tummy on my face, nearly as exciting as feeling the crinkliness of her pubic hairs on my lips and getting on for being as pleasurable as the intoxicating smell that was filling my nostrils as my face rested on her silky thighs, that opened slowly but so, so wonderfully.

Then for the first time I gazed in close up at another girl's pussy, and in marvellous technicolour close up as well. Sure, I'd seen pictures of a few in dirty mags, of course I'd looked at mine in a mirror and yes, I'd got very brief glimpses of other girls' equipment in the showers at school and at tennis, but never anything like this.

Having my face between Emily's thighs, my eyes and mouth so close to her pussy, being able to see everything and to smell her streaming womanly juices was simply amazing. Well, it was more than that if there is such a description. I can remember just lying there gazing at her for a while thinking rather ridiculously and unnecessarily crudely.

"Are all cunts this beautiful or is it just hers."

But I had little time to ponder such delicate topics for I felt a pressure on my head and a low whimper from Emily, who had, I assumed been sitting patiently as I ogled her pussy!

Have you ever had a really magnificent curry? Have you ever sampled anything that simply makes your taste buds and sense of smell explode? Have you ever had anything that stimulates all the four senses of touch, sight, smell and taste at the same time to an electrifying degree? Well, if not get to suck a pussy as soon as you can!

Everything just simply blew me away: the silkiness and the warmth of the excretions and of Emily's lips; the feel and the sensations on my tongue as I was 'tipping her velvet'; the way her lips opened and contracted as my mouth, so naturally it seemed, found its way round them, along them inside them and onto her clit that, to my uneducated tongue, felt as though it was throbbing. The way her hands gripped then released me; the way they sought and found, for I moved so they would, my breasts, my nipples, my mouth, bottom and pussy; the way her body went tight, her back arched, her legs opened and straightened and her chest, her marvellous, wonderful, awesome chest, rose and fell. All of it was unique and fabulous.

"Oooooooooooooo Jayne, Jayne Jayne," she groaned as my licking got to her.

She was pulling my hair with one hand and squeezing my breasts with the other. I redoubled my efforts on her most intimate and private, yet now totally open and available places. I was holding her hips, but from a different angle to which I'd ever held anyone's hips before. My face was between her opened thighs; my body was lying in straight line away from her tummy, like a massive prick I thought, trying to get into her vagina. My arms were under her legs reaching up and holding her hips, pulling them towards my face as I pushed myself towards her; just like, I smiled to myself, that massive prick trying to get into her. Yes, my body and my face were both like phalluses trying to get inside Emily to fuck her. At that moment, as she started to cum, I wanted to be a man, I wanted to have a cock, I almost wanted to be a cock, I was a cock, or more realistically my tongue was a cock and it was that which was most certainly fucking this magnificent woman.

It was too complicated, confusing and sheer fucking exciting to faithfully record; I simply can't remember what happened in detail. All I know is that I made Emily cum, several times and that was incredible. I've made men cum, but that had nowhere near the effect on me that giving my first female lover an orgasm did.

I don't think I have a sufficient grasp of English to describe my feelings as I had oral sex with her; as I loved her with my tongue and mouth so tenderly, lovingly and erotically to the point that she climaxed due to me; as the realisation of what I was doing to her mind and body at the same time hit me; as at the same time I slithered my body so I gave greater availability of my womanly places to her; and as together we simply exploded with such extreme sexual sensations that we lay for I don't know how long sobbing and holding each other as wave after wave of such sensational sensations consumed us.

*

So, my last few months at university were consumed by two things. DB, my older lecturer and Emily, my lesbian lover.

Funnily and for no logical reason, neither knew that I was shagging the other. I often wondered, though, whether DB and she were getting it on behind my back. Even funnier, that didn't really concern me and if they had I wouldn't have minded, after all I had both of them as well, didn't I?

That's an example of my sexual oddness. I loved both of them. Loved and wanted them, but I didn't feel jealousy, I didn't wonder what they were up to when not with me and I never asked or was really concerned about other partners they might have. I hardly even questioned DB about his wife and he volunteered little so she became what, a nothing I suppose? I didn't feel that I was screwing up her marriage for my affair with her husband was clearly sexual and not romantic. And with Emily, as much as I adored her, I had no thoughts of living with her or, even, of committing myself to her. Neither she nor I were lesbians, we just liked fucking each other as well as men, didn't we?

David had me first time on the sofa in his study. It was a green leather Chesterfield, big and comfy but bloody cold on my bare skin.

We didn't continue following the script of What the Butler Saw; that had served its purpose, it had got me where I wanted to be, in his arms, and it had got him where he wanted to be for some time, or so he told me later, in my knickers.

I guess he was pretty used to students throwing themselves at him and I know that he was used to catching a few. He certainly caught me, for as we kissed, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands easily finding my unfettered breasts through the front of my blouse several buttons of which had mysteriously come undone. I so wanted him, but it wasn't to be, well not right then at least.

"Jayne, I don't want to do this," he said easing me off his lap.

"What? Why? What do you mean David?" I asked him.

"It's very dangerous."

Standing just a few feet from him, my blouse still undone the right edge of it catching on my nipple, which was still hard, the left almost, but not quite covering my breast, I smiled as I said.

"Mmmmm yes, deliciously so, isn't it?"

He smiled as well. "You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do, but you seem to like me and I like you," I said hating the words as they came out for they were so childlike.

"Yes that's as maybe Jayne, but I'm married and I'm a lecturer at the college."

"You're also a man David and I'm a woman," I responded staring right into his eyes as I popped a Marlboro into my mouth, letting the blouse fall completely open as I leaned forward to light the cigarette from his match. He was staring quite unashamedly at my tits, but then I was quite unashamedly flashing them, wasn't I?

"And a very attractive one at that Jayne, but you don't know what you're letting yourself in for. It can be very complicated and messy"

"How do you mean?"

"If we have an affair?" were the stunning words he came back with.

I hadn't really been thinking like that. An affair? That implied longer-term, didn't it? It meant a commitment; emotional as well as physical involvement; cheating and lying, going behind his wife's back and not telling my friends. None of that had occurred to me, I hadn't thought it through. I was thinking more of having a shag now and then than of the other consequences. But of course, he was right; there were all these other things to consider, especially for him. This was grown up stuff, but then it's grown-ups that have affairs isn't it? Kids have flings. Now he'd said it though I wanted one, yes, an affair would do me nicely, it would be right up my street to have a lover and to be a mistress. How decadent, grown up and wonderfully romantic was that? I was smiling, probably looking inane to David as I mulled all this over, the daft thought coming into my mind of. 'Could I now put mistress down as my occupation when asked on forms?'

"If David?" I asked taking a drag on the ciggy and looking intriguingly at him through the smoke. Unfortunately, the intrigued look on my face rather vanished for I had a coughing fit, not being that used to smoking and my glasses slipped off. "I rather thought we'd sort of started," I went on placing my hand on my hip opening my blouse right up as I did.

"Well yes, er, yes we have sort of."

"Well?" I asked holding the, what I thought was an incredibly sexy pose, of one hand on my hip, the other holding the ciggy, real Marlene Dietrich stuff!!

"Look Jayne, I can't lie to you and make out I don't do things like that, that I haven't had flings before and probably will in the future. I have. But I am married and that's important to me as is my job. If an affair with a student became known I'd probably lose both. That's a big, big risk."

"So, it mustn't come out then, must it?" I said simply and I hoped meaningfully and sincerely. Smiling I added. "I won't tell anyone if you don't," as I moved closer to him.

As I stood there, no more than a meter or so from this attractive nearly forty-year-old man, I felt so excited. As I offered myself to him, as I sort of flaunted my body at him, flashed my bare breasts at him and as, effectively, I seduced him I have to admit, I felt great. It really was an amazing turn on to do that. Inexplicably and completely outside any experience I'd had, it gave me such strong sensations to be doing something that I'd always previously kind of frowned on and had thought was something I'd never do. To be putting myself on a platter and basically saying to a guy. 'You can have me,' was so far outside my moral code, if they're the right words, that in an odd way it became acceptable. Not just acceptable but also arousing, stimulating, challenging and somehow empowering, a little like giving Emily an orgasm or a guy a blow job, not that I'd yet fully done that so maybe it wasn't.