XXX College Erotic Stories – Volume I Page 3

  Caesar sat down next to her. Contessa could feel him studying her. From the corner of her eye, she could see him smile. She turned her head and looked him square in the face. He drew close to her and placed a hand on her lap.

  “I would love to see you covered in paint,” he said softly. He lowered his mouth onto hers. Caesar’s lips felt warm and soft. Contessa tilted her head to the side and slightly parted her lips. A soft kiss soon turned into something more. Contessa felt a fierce desire burn inside her. She wanted more of him. She rose to her knees and threw one leg over him. She sat down on his lap and continued kissing him. He seemed to enjoy her enthusiasm. She felt his cock get hard and that fact made her tingle inside. Caesar pulled away and gazed into her eyes. His face was slightly red from excitement. He placed his hands on Contessa’s hips and slowly ran them up her sides. She reached down and lovingly kissed him on the forehead. She smiled down at him, and pulled her shirt up and off over her head. She swayed back and forth with her breasts in his face. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. The heat of excitement and rush of the cool air made Contessa’s nipples stand out. Caesar slid his hands up her back and lowered his head onto her breasts. He swirled his tongue around a nipple, then gently closed his lips around it. She arched her back and threw her head back. A soft moan escaped her lips. He went for her other breast. The sensations created an incredible desire for him. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. He rose from the bed, with Contessa on his lap. She wrapped her legs around him as he laid her on the bed. He kissed down her body from her lips to her naval. He tugged at her pants and slid them off. She hadn’t been wearing panties. He kissed down her stomach. Contessa was smooth and soft between her legs. She felt his warm, wet tongue glide down her. She reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair. Instinctly, she threw her hips up into his face. He buried his face down and worked her tongue. A hot sensation rose through Contessa. Her back arched and she moaned deeply.

  Caesar pulled himself up and unbuttoned his pants. Contessa reached down and jerked his pants down. His boxer briefs revealed a hard cock underneath. She tugged them off and him and pulled him down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him and just enjoyed feeling his skin on hers for a few brief seconds. His lips brushed her face. He reached down and caressed her between her legs. Contessa moved to his movements. He pulled his hand away and placed it on himself. She felt the tip of his erect penis penetrate. He pushed in until his head was inside, then he slowly back out. He continued to work his way deeper and deeper inside Contessa. Contessa reached down and grabbed his hips as he pushed. Finally, he pushed all of himself inside her. Contessa drew in a sharp breath and held him tightly. He felt incredible. He had more than enough length and girth to satisfy.

  He continued to thrust, gradually increasing his speed. She could feel him getting bigger with each stroke. She could feel her breasts bouncing up and down. He bent down and put a nipple in his mouth. She placed her hands underneath her breasts and squeezed them as he played with them.

  Without a word, he rolled over and put her on top of him. Contessa rose up and hopped up and down on his cock. She placed her hands behind her on top of his thighs. She arched her back slightly and enjoyed feeling Caesar’s cock inside her. He grabbed her hips as she bounced up and down.

  “My God, you know what you’re doing,” he said.

  Contessa looked down at him and smiled. She bent down to him and kissed him on the mouth. He slid his hands around to her ass and enjoyed the jiggle of it. She felt him pull her ass cheeks apart as he thrust into her. He was getting big again. His face held an expression of determination and pleasure. His head grew as he went faster and faster.

  “Oh, God, yes!” Contessa exclaimed.

  “Yeah baby, that’s it,” Caesar said.

  Contessa could feel the build between her legs. She moved faster until she felt like she was going to explode.

  “Oh, fuck!” she said as she momentarily paused so she could enjoy the pulse of her pussy on his cock. She was cumming.

  Caesar started back up and began thrusting again. The pleasure was overwhelming. Contessa’s wetness was dripping down his cock and shaft and onto his balls. She reached down to feel them.

  Caesar rolled Contessa onto her back and began to hammer away. Contessa threw her legs up and spread them apart as far as possible.

  And then, Caesar gave one final thrust into her. He pushed all the way inside and Contessa could feel his cock pulsating as he came.

  “Oh man, that felt wonderful,” he said with his head on her shoulder. She looked down at him. His eyes were closed. He was being careful not to crush her with the full weight of his body. She ran her hands through his hair, now wet with sweat.

  Contessa let out a satisfied sigh. “I agree,” she said closing her own eyes.

  A clock was ticking somewhere. How funny that she didn’t notice that until now. A few minutes went by. The pair simply lay in each other’s arms for a while.

  Caesar lifted his head from her shoulder and looked into her eyes.

  “Stay the night with me,” he beckoned.

  “You don’t have to talk me into that one,” she replied.

  Caesar laid his head back down on her shoulder. He was smiling. Soon, Contessa felt his breaths become steady and slow. He had fallen asleep. Contessa smiled and pulled him closer.

  Her eyes began to wonder around the room. She thought about school, about Jana, and about her experiences at college thus far. She felt a strange excitement. College really was as good as everyone said it was. Suddenly, she wasn’t dreading the next four years. She wasn’t dreading Chemistry. Caesar was a far better teacher than Mrs. Wiggum had been.

  The lights began to dim as Contessa listened to the clock tick away in the background. She fell into a peaceful sleep.

  Erotic Education

  Laura sat in her abnormal psychology class as Professor Timberlake rambled on. “What a douchebag” she thought. He always seemed to be a little too into his subject matter to her. He was a tall, good looking guy with blonde hair and blue eyes but there was something creepy about him. He made her think of those Aryan types. He probably had a large stove in his basement.

  “Please stop by my desk on your way out to pick up your tests from last week” he told them. Laura eyed the stack of papers on the corner of his desk and dreaded seeing hers. She knew she had not done well. She was struggling in all of her classes. She had too much going on in her head right now. Her boyfriend had dumped her and she was homesick. She couldn’t believe that she had moved all the way from Texas to go to school in some little hick town in Alabama so she could be near him. What a prick.

  Laura picked up her paper as she filed past his desk and looked at it. Another “D”…well, at least it wasn’t an F. She was still teetering on the brink of failure rather than being fully enveloped in the void. She was startled by the professor’s voice.

  “Laura, if you need any extra help in my class, please let me know. I would be happy to tutor you some in the evenings” he said. Laura looked at him. “Yeah, bet you’d like that” she mumbled as she walked off. He looked after her quizzically and went back to his notes for his next lecture.

  Laura went back to the sorority house to get ready for tonight’s sister dinner. Every Tuesday, they were required to dress up and sit down to a formal dinner as a “family”. She had news for them, they weren’t her family. They were a bunch of fucktards that she secretly hated. She was only in this sorority because it was deemed socially appropriate for someone of her background.

  The Delta Alphas were a bunch of stuck up, spoiled bitches according to most of the school populace. It was mostly true. Laura had grown up in a mansion on a family compound in Texas. She had servants that catered to her and drivers that took her where she wanted to go. Her father had given her a new Lexus to drive while she was away at school. Most of the clothes in her closet still had the tags hanging on them.

  Not
only was Laura a spoiled little rich girl but she was anti-social to boot. She didn’t like anyone or anything. She had nothing good to say about anyone. Most people had nothing good to say about her either. She had only made it into the sorority because she was guaranteed a spot by her mother and grandmother’s legacy. The other girls were mostly polite to her but didn’t care much for being around her.

  It didn’t help that she looked like a porcelain doll. Her jet black hair was in stark contrast to her lily white complexion. Her pale blue eyes were topped off by long dark lashes and her face was accentuated by full, pouty lips. At the age of 19, she was fully developed with a firm set of 34C breasts and a small waist that trailed down to a heart shaped bottom. Top it all off with a pair of legs that any dancer would envy and it was easy to see why other girls didn’t want to be seen next to her.

  The only thing Laura lacked was intelligence. She wasn’t altogether stupid but she did lack the finer skills required for higher education. So, she struggled. She was able to balance out her low grades on tests by paying smarter students to do her homework and papers for her. If professors ever questioned the difference in work, she just laid it off on test anxiety and claimed that she did not test well. So far, it was working for her. The tests usually counted for more of her grade than homework, which meant she was scrapping by with mostly C’s.

  Professor Timberlake’s class was an exception. His grades came mostly from his tests so she was having trouble getting the C she needed to maintain her GPA and standing in the sorority. She probably needed the extra tutoring he was offering but she just really didn’t care to be alone with the troll. In all honesty, she was as much attracted to him as she was appalled by him. She was pretty sure he might be serial killer though.

  Laura finished getting dressed and went downstairs to dinner. As she sat among her sorority sisters, she realized how alone she felt here. Her mind drifted back to that last night with Kevin before he had left for school. They were in the pool at her parent’s complex long after everyone had gone to sleep. They were making out on the deep end of the pool and he had slipped his hands into her bikini top to fondle her breasts.

  Wrapping her legs around him, she had leaned back away from him while he massaged her breasts in his hands, flicking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Slowly she had pulled back up towards him, kissing him on his neck and across his chest as he reached down to pull her bikini bottom off. Tossing it up on the side of the pool, he slowly slid his own bottoms off and entered her under the water.

  They fucked slowly in the corner of her parent’s pool. She could remember how he smelled, tasted and felt. She could almost feel him moving inside her now and it made her feel sad. She thought they would only be apart for a couple of weeks. His school started earlier than hers but was only about 60 miles away. Little did she know that this would be the last time he touched her like this. The next time she saw him, it would be for him to tell her he didn’t want to see her anymore.

  “Laura?” she heard someone say, jolting her from her thoughts. She looked up to see the house mother looking down at her. “Are you okay Laura?” asked Mrs. Bell. “Yes, I’m fine Mother Bell” Laura responded. “Just lost in thought.” Mother Bell, as the girls called her, was about 70 years old and a very sweet woman but Laura just felt she was nosy and had nothing to discuss with her like the other girls often did.

  After dinner, Laura met with the girl down the hall whom to pick up a research paper for English that she had paid her to write. She collected the paper and returned to her room. You could always count on the charity cases that were on scholarship and barely made the cut into the sorority to do whatever you needed for some extra cash.

  She got undressed in the bathroom and slid on a t-shirt and pajama shorts, brushing her teeth before climbing into bed. Being in bed at 8pm was sad she knew, but she just didn’t feel like making the effort to entertain herself for another 2 hours until a more reasonable bedtime.

  Laura woke up the next morning and got ready for class. Sitting again in Professor Timberlake’s class, she found herself faced with yet another pop quiz. Fuck! How many pop quizzes was this freak going to give them this semester? Why did she take this bullshit class in the first place? It was supposed to be an easy ‘A” but it sure as hell wasn’t. This is all she needed, another failing grade to add to the bucket. As she finished up the test, guessing at more than two thirds of the answers, she knew she had to do something.

  “Professor Timberlake”, she began as she approached his desk, “I am going to need some assistance with your class. I’m just not getting it and I can’t afford to fail this class” Laura tells him. The professor looks up over his glasses at her and smiles.

  “I was hoping you would finally request some assistance, Laura” he said. “Why don’t you meet me over at the gazebo on the quad later this afternoon and we will talk about what you can do to improve your grade” he tells her. Laura didn’t like the look in his eye when he said it. There was something odd about this man and she felt a little scared but he was a professor wasn’t he? She would have to trust him.

  Later that day, Laura walked over to the gazebo where she was to meet the professor. She found him there flipping through a magazine while waiting on her. “Ah, Laura” he said as she approached. “I’m going to be straight with you Laura. You have the worst grades in my class and I think it’s too late for you to do anything to improve them” he said. Laura stared at him in disbelief. What the hell was he talking about? Why did he ask her to meet him here if he wasn’t going to help her?

  The professor continued, “Here’s the deal, little girl. Every since you walked into my classroom, I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out. I want to do wicked things that none of the little boys you may have screwed could possibly do to you. So, here is the deal. You meet me at my house on Mondays and Thursdays and I do whatever I want with you. In return, you get a sorely needed ‘A” in my class to bring up all of your other shitty grades.”

  Laura gasped. She had not expected this, or had she? Well, he couldn’t do this. She’d report him for it. She stood there staring at him, not knowing what to say. She decided to say nothing and turned to just leave.

  “I wouldn’t do that Laura” he said, as if reading her mind. “Look around you, no one within earshot but the two of us. It’s the word of an anti-social little cunt who is failing my class over the word of a tenured professor. Who do you think they will believe? Your parent’s money can buy you a lot of things but a degree from this university is not one of them. You’ll have to drag your hot little ass back to Texas as a college dropout or transfer to some other university where you’ll be just as much a miserable failure as you are here” he said.

  Without so much as a word, Laura turned and left. She hurried back across the quad and practically ran to the student parking lot to get into her car. During the short drive back to the sorority house, she thought about what had just happened. She was disgusted at the thought of having to fuck her professor for a decent grade. She was also desperate to not flunk out. Having to transfer or go home as a flunky would just be too shameful.

  She went in and took a hot shower. She felt dirty. She scrubbed herself as if she was covered in goo. When she got back to her room from the community showers on her floor, she curled up in her bed and thought about what had just happened. Now that she had gotten past the initial idea of it all, she found herself somehow excited by the idea of sleeping with an older man, even if it was her dick of a professor. She found herself tossing and turning and reached down to touch herself under the covers.

  As she finger fucked herself, she reached climax almost immediately. It was very perfunctory. Things had been different with Kevin. She had been a virgin when they met and had been with no one since. Every time they had made love it had been like explosions all over her body. Just thinking about the way he used to touch her and make love to her helped her get off again now. She fucked herself furiously until streams of liquid were runni
ng down her thighs and she had to get out of bed to dry off. Then she curled back up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.

  When Laura woke up the next morning, she had made up her mind. She would do what the Professor wanted. It was only sex and she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She had given that up to someone who didn’t deserve it so what did it matter now. She didn’t bother to shower this morning, she just tossed on the first dress she came too and brushed some bronzer on her face before brushing her hair and heading out the door to class.

  She sat in the Professor’s class and daydreamed about what he might do to her. She was missing everything he said in his lecture but what difference did it make. She was going to fuck her way through this class apparently. After class, she approached his desk. “I will see you for my first tutoring session on Monday, Professor” she said.

  “Very well, Laura” he replied non-chalantly. He began to write on a piece of paper and handed it to her in front of other classmates. “You will find the address of your tutor on that piece of paper. Don’t lose it. You should be there at 6 p.m. sharp.” Laura nodded and left the room.

  She spent the next few days contemplating what would happen on Monday. She decided to get shit faced at the sorority party this weekend to forget about it for a while. It was unlike her to drink to excess but then again, it was unlike her to do what she was about to on Monday too.

  Monday came and she floated through it with trepidation. She sat in Professor Timberlake’s class as if in a daze. Despite her fear, she felt herself watching him and felt the moisture forming in her panties. She wasn’t sure what that meant but, if nothing else, perhaps it meant that it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought. She might even enjoy it.

  So, the time had arrived. At 6 p.m. sharp, she was standing on the professor’s doorstep. She rang the doorbell and it was answered by a small Asian woman wearing nothing but an apron. She looked Laura up and down and then barked at her to take off her shoes and place them to the left inside the door. Laura did as she was told and stood barefoot in the doorway.