The Neighbor I Shared a Campus with

As I returned to campus for my sophomore year, I found myself sharing a room with my old roommate. His regular weekends away were a blessing in disguise, allowing me to focus on my social life. Alexa, Chelsea, and their friend were always nearby, enjoying the freedom of the apartment and the trysting room.

I’d become known as Cool Joe, the charming sorority favorite. Everyone wanted a piece of me, and I was more than happy to oblige. I’d listen to their summer stories, all ears and smiles. Shannon was one of them, and she always made sure to catch my attention.

“Well, hello there, beautiful boy,” she cooed, flashing a bright smile. “Did you have a good summer?”

“I surely did,” I replied, “but I have to ask, are you still a virgin?”

‘Course, sir! And I’m engaged, too,” she said, holding up her sparkling ring. “The wedding’s in June, and I’ll make sure to send you a save-the-date.” Her gaze lingered on mine, and I could tell she was savoring the moment.

“You think it’s appropriate to invite me to your wedding?” I raised an eyebrow, my tone laced with curiosity.

She merely shrugged, her expression unreadable. I smiled to myself, knowing I’d see her again soon.

Heather, my big sister, was another story altogether. We hadn’t seen each other in a while, and I was eager to catch up. As we talked, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the welcome-back party.

“We don’t do that anymore,” she said, her voice low and husky. “We’ve been together too long.” We exchanged a knowing look, and I could sense the tension between us.

Before I knew it, we were alone in the parking lot, the night air thick with anticipation. Her hands roamed my body, and I felt my pants grow tight. We slipped into the backseat of her car, the darkness enveloping us like a cocoon.

Her smooth hands guided me, and I felt myself harden in her grasp. She straddled me, her skirt riding up, and I was lost in the sensation of her velvet body wrapping around mine. We moved in perfect sync, our breathing the only sound in the night.

“Thank you, little brother,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.

Jamie was another story altogether. We met up in the trysting room, our bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure. I told her I missed her, and she confessed she’d have been happy to be my girlfriend.

“But I’m here for everyone,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I can’t be exclusive.”

Her expression changed, and she pulled away, her eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and anger.

Jennifer was the last person I expected to see looking so different. Her body was transformed, toned and muscular, her confidence radiating like a beacon.

“I got rid of that guy and started working out,” she said, her voice dripping with determination. “I did my first competition a week before coming back to school.”

Her body was a work of art, every curve and contour a testament to her newfound strength. We slipped into her room, the tension between us palpable.

Her hands were rough from pumping barbells, but her mouth was a work of art, skilled and precise. I felt myself harden in her grasp, and we moved in perfect sync, our bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure.

Shannon was a different story altogether. We went to church together, her blonde hair perfect, her Southern belle charm on full display. But beneath the surface, I knew she was hiding something.

“Get up and stand in the back,” she whispered in my ear, her voice husky and seductive.

We slipped into an empty room, the preacher’s voice a distant hum in the background. She slicked up my rod with something from her purse, and we moved in perfect sync, our bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure.

Christine was another story altogether. We’d barely talked all summer, but I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about Elizabeth.

“That was hot,” Elizabeth said, her voice dripping with excitement. “I’ve been checking her out in class.”

“Yeah, she’s got a huge crush on you,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

They met in my room, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure. Elizabeth’s lean, sinewy body was a work of art, her small B-cup tits firm and upward-pointing. Christine’s hands roamed her body, and I felt myself harden in her grasp.

They were lost in their own world, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their faces twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain. I watched, transfixed, as they gave in to their desires, their bodies a testament to their newfound passion.

As I gazed at the scene unfolding before me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Elizabeth was guiding Christine into a new position, their bodies entwined in a sensual dance. I watched, transfixed, as they engaged in a scissoring motion, their vulvas jamming together in a display of erotic energy.

“Look at Kevin, he’s so hard poor thing!” Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes locked on my growing erection.

I stroked my cock, feeling it grow harder with each passing moment. “I guess we owe him for letting us hook up in his room,” Christine said, her voice laced with amusement.

“And being patient and not trying to jump in,” Elizabeth added, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ya, that would be annoying,” I replied, feeling a sense of pride at being the center of their attention.

Elizabeth pointed back and forth between me and my friend. “So do you two…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

“Ya, sometimes,” I replied, feeling a sense of comfort in my bi identity.

“Just with him,” I clarified. “I mean, he eats pussy really good!” Christine giggled at my words.

“Ya! I’ve heard! To no end!” Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“I do it with him and Cindy,” I said, feeling a sense of nonchalance about my sex life.

“I knew she wasn’t really his sister!” Elizabeth exclaimed, triumphant.

“Hey, I do it with a lot of my ‘quote’ sisters,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant about my promiscuity.

“You haven’t fucked me yet,” Elizabeth pouted, her eyes locked on my cock.

“I really want to,” I replied, feeling a sense of longing.

“I think you should!” Christine chimed in, her voice husky with desire.

“Ya, you should,” she added, grabbing Elizabeth’s supple haunch and trying to point it towards me.

I got to fuck Elizabeth while Christine pinched her nipples and twiddled her clit. I was able to give her one more orgasm, I think that’s 4. God, she had incredible kegel muscles.

As I pulled out and lay ropes of thick jism across her tan areas and white areas alike, she arched her chest up and let out a satisfied sigh.

“Wow it’s hot! Sizzling!” she exclaimed, her eyes locked on the mess I’d created.

“Ya, he’s quite the artist,” Christine said, tongue kissing me as I squirted the last drizzles on her blonde athletic conquest.

Tiffany wanted me to shoot photos of her and her boyfriend having sex in a motel room they were getting for a night. I brought a camera and some lights from the photography department.

She was dressed in businesslike attire with sexy pinstripes and had spent some time on her hair and makeup. He looked a bit like a model too, with tight abs and slick hair.

He was kinda hot until he opened his mouth. He acted really jock-ish but took direction well, and we tried telling a story in pictures.

I shot a sequence as she did a little strip tease and got down to her panties and bra. They looked expensive, and her abdomen looked toned.

Her skin showed well in the lights, and I directed her to get down on her knees and unzip him. He was hard already, with what was actually a very photogenic cock.

I shot from the side and got his point of view as she delicately played her tongue over the tip of his extended penis. It was a nice profile.

Then I got up close beside him and got his point of view as she went about swallowing his member and looking up into the camera. Well, she was trying to swallow it. She was getting a bit hurried and awkward.

“UHHH Unn UHH” he ejaculated way too soon, and she got all bitchy.

“Not yet! NOT YET! Oww! Damn!” She pulled it out and held it away from her, but he was still spurting and she got some in her hair.

She seemed pretty upset, and I wondered what it tasted like.

We had them pose some more, but he was gone flaccid, and we had to hide his lack of hardness. He was embarrassed, and that didn’t make it any easier.

He frigged himself furiously but had no success at getting erect again.

“This is just a weird situation, I don’t ever do that!” boyfriend pleaded, but we were unconvinced that this was a unique occurrence.

We had them strip naked and get in angles and positions so it looked like they were fucking, but his dick wasn’t in her, and we kept it off camera.

She looked good in the doggy position, with her back bowed, and tried to act sexy, but I could tell she was pissed off at him.

We were done a lot sooner than I expected, and I showed the pics to Christine after I developed them.

She liked to comment on details but didn’t get turned on much. She did laugh at the pictures of Tiffany wincing and trying to deflect the spurts of her boyfriend’s cum.

“Maybe I should take pictures of you,” I offered.

“Not with dicks in them,” she replied.

“Not real dicks,” I added.

“And not with my face in them. Just body parts.” she said, and I agreed.

We messed around a bit and shot some pictures. She modeled a few of her outfits, and some toys. She actually liked it and got performative, positively lewd in fact!

After we wrapped up, she sort of shooshed me out, and I think she needed to masturbate. I went right to develop the film in the darkroom and make some prints.

Our best result was a close-up. It showed her two hands, with lots of rings and bracelets, grasping the wrist of my one hand, which was holding the end of a thick ribbed dildo, which was in turn disappearing up her dilated cunt.

She was wearing an embroidered corset with beaded fringes that trailed down her pale abdomen. Her black fishnets stopped just a few inches below her puss, which she had taken to shaving completely.

It was a great picture, and when I showed her the finished print, she got immediately turned on.

“Beautiful work! I really want to play with that toy again now,” she exclaimed.

“Allow me…” I said, and she did.

We fucked on her bed with the dildo, and she steered me and directed the angle and rhythm of the tool. I kept it penetrating her insistently, speeding up slightly every few minutes, and the results were thunderous orgasms for her and a desperately hard dick for me.

“Can I fuck you?” I asked politely as she was huffing and gasping.

“Honey, truly, I swear I was going to let you do that, but I’m getting sore down there. I don’t think I can take any more pounding. Not in this little puss,” she said, giving me a sad face.

“You’re really hard, aren’t you?” she asked, her eyes locked on my cock.

“There’s more than one way I can fuck you…” I said, my voice low and husky.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with desire. “Ummm! Woah! I dunno! Maybe?…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Have you done it before?” I asked, my cock twitching with excitement.

“No! I’ve probed around a bit before, but… No, I’ve never tried anything as big as you, but… well maybe, ok… I feel like I owe you a good cum, and some dirty sex,” she said, her voice filled with longing.

“You might like it,” I said, my voice low and reassuring.

“I do like to experiment,” she replied, her eyes locked on mine.

I scooted her to the center of the bed and grabbed a pillow to put under her butt. She was still wearing knit stockings and a long-sleeve black top that had pushed up over her belly.

I went first to prepare the area with my tongue, licking around her rim and then stabbing in past her sphincter. Her oozy cunt had already moistened the area considerably.

“Oh OH! god! Oh! I like that! Oh Yow! Toss my salad! You sicko! You badgirl!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

I licked out her butt real good, feeling her sphincter relax for me.

“Awww! You freaky bitch!” she gasped, “Ok, try it! Fuck! I’m ready! Ready as I’ll ever be for a guy to stick his dick in my ass.”

I got some lube and greased myself up, then fingered her orifice. She seemed to be opening for me.

“Ready to lose your virginity to me?” I asked, my cock twitching with excitement.

“Believe me, that will be the only dick that I ever allow in there… or anywhere for that matter. So you’ll be the first and the only,” she said, her voice filled with longing.

“Here you go,” I said, easily inserting the tip of my head into her well-prepped asshole.

“Ok, slow, but keep going. I feel it stretching… oooowwwwww,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

I felt it stretching too, and accepting my rod entering a centimeter at a time into her super hot tunnel.

It was three degrees hotter, I’d heard. It felt like a furnace. I got myself a couple inches in and stopped, relaxing and pulling back a bit.

Her rectum stretched back with me.

“In!” Christine’s eyes were wide, and her thin lips spread. I pushed inward with steady force. Then out, then in, then out, then in.

I started picking up speed, her labia spread out and very wet. I drove all the way in to her ass and felt her sopping wet pussy against my abdomen.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

“Ya. I can’t believe it but ya, it does. I can’t believe you’re fucking me up the ass and I’m liking it,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

“This is so hot!” I looked down at the string of vaginal mucus connecting her gash to my abdomen.

She was dripping, and it was flowing down onto my shaft, giving us more lubrication in her back door.

I fucked into her faster, her voice growing louder with each passing moment.

“Can I cum in you? I wanna cum in your ass, it feels so good!” I asked, my cock twitching with excitement.

“Ya, Ya…” she replied, her eyes locked on mine.

“You look so fucking good,” I said, my voice low and husky.

“Fuck me!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with longing.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh” I flooded her bowels with my sperm, the wetness letting me slosh around in there until I finally started to soften.

I kissed her, and I hadn’t even kissed her yet.

“I love you” I whispered in my post-orgasm bliss.

“Ya” she replied, her eyes locked on mine.

I slowly pulled out of her tight hole, and a slurping wet noise made us both laugh.

“And now I’m a mess…” she cringed. “Fucking GUYS! Gross! Dammit!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with embarrassment.

Halloween Party

Katie told me she’d dress as a nun if I dressed as a priest. Alexa found me a black jacket and slacks, and I made a roman collar just out of some cardboard.

That’s all it took to look ecclesiastical.

The party was in a house divided into four apartments, and they were all in on it. Hundreds of people. There was a band in one upstairs apartment, and it was pretty frat-y in the downstairs.

The other upstairs apartment was owned by a theater person, and it had a good number of men in drag and people of questionable orientation.

My sisters looked good. Lisa was in a green body suit and red wig like a Batman character. Whatever bra she was wearing made her look like a superhero.

Jennifer was in drag as a man, a 20’s gangster, her tight pinstripe slacks showing her bulging leg muscles.

Jamie was a 60’s hippie biker paired with her boyfriend. Her bell bottoms showed her ass off real good.

Bonnie, Kelly, Chelsea, were all “sexy” versions of something; nurse, vampire, police officer.

There was a lot of possibility here. Heather was Alice in Wonderland. I wondered if she wanted me to go down the rabbit hole?

Katie found me, and we ducked into a bathroom that had candles all over. It felt a bit churchlike. She was in conservative black with just enough headscarf to look like a nun.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my last confession,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

“Tell me your sins, my child,” I replied, my voice low and husky.

“I have been having impure thoughts…” she said, her eyes locked on mine.

“About what sister?” I asked, brushing her sinful body with my holy hands.

“About your cock, father,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sodomy! Lustful thoughts,” I said, my voice filled with amusement.

“FUCK me father for I have sinned! I am a fornicator!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

My pants were down, and her skirt was up. I would have expected nuns to wear underwear, but I guess not in this case.

“Are you prepared to receive the holy spirit?” I asked, my cock twitching with excitement.

“I am the handmaiden of the Lord,” she replied, her eyes locked on mine.

My penis plunged deep in her very ready vagina. She was up on the sink counter, and I was ramming swiftly into her yielding body.

She was very verbal, her voice growing louder with each passing moment.

“Our father, who art named Kevin… hallowed be thy cock!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

I kissed her, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth. She was kissing me back, her lips pressed against mine.

We were lost in the moment, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I was fucking her, and she was loving it.

We were in our own little world, a world of desire and passion. A world where nothing else mattered except for the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment.

I was on the verge of climaxing, and I made the decision not to follow my Catholic upbringing. Instead, I chose to release within her, hoping it would make me the only one to do so that night. My breathing quickened, and she could feel the tension building.

“Fill me with the holy spirit!”

I let go, my body pulsing and contracting as I filled her. She let out a moan, and I felt her body spasm in response.

“Hail Mary, Mother of God!”

We quickly composed ourselves, and Katie headed off to the frat party. I, on the other hand, made my way to the art party.

I was immediately drawn to a girl dressed as a Geisha, her kimono impeccable and her makeup flawless. We danced close, our lips almost touching.

“Don’t you remember me?”

“I fucked you,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. It was a familiar voice, one that I couldn’t quite place. Suddenly, it clicked – it was Jack, the guy who had taken me from behind that summer in Alexa’s room.

“Jack,” I started to say, but she shushed me.

“You’d better just call me Cio Cio San.”

She led me down the hall to a back bedroom, where we locked the door and shed our coats. I was drawn to the sight of her, her kimono open to reveal lace top stockings and high heels.

“Sorry, I’m not a little boy… Father,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I knelt before her, my mouth watering at the sight of her. I pushed aside the kimono and freed her, popping it into my mouth and starting to suck. It was solid at first, but soon grew stiffer as I worked it with my tongue.

“Sweet pre-cum,” I thought to myself, my arousal growing.

I worked her tight undergarment down, revealing her silk stockings and cradling her tight nuts in my hand. I slid my thumb and forefinger up and down her shaft, feeling it surge and clench.

“Oh baby… oh baybeeeeeee!” she moaned, her voice high and husky.

Cio Cio San’s penis erupted in my mouth, and I let it remain there for a moment before cleaning it with my mouth. I wanted to kiss her rosebud lips, and I did, feeling a sense of possession over her.

I stood up and stepped back, my eyes locked on hers. She was more passive, more obedient now that I had released her seed and swallowed it.

She spread out the kimono on the bed, one leg hiked up and over, one stockinged leg pointing out towards me. The curve of her white ass cheek was visible below the corset, and I felt a surge of desire.

Curve of white ass cheek below the corset. Twisting back to partially face me, arm thrown back, finger tips inviting me towards her tight pink flower. Her hand produced a translucent bead which popped inside her anus.

“It’s time for your sacrament, priest,” she said, her voice husky and provocative.

I hurriedly freed my cock, stroking it and kneading it. It was turgid and steely, a glob of precum oozing out which I spread over the head.

“That is a delicious-looking cock,” she said, her voice rising up and affecting a fake Oriental accent.

I tried to keep my tone manly, but she was having none of it.

“I appreciate you offering yourself to me, Cio Cio San,” I said, my eyes locked on hers. I was up in her hot crotch, my cock head nestled against her sphincter.

“Be gentle with me, for I am a virgin. Te hee.”

That hole felt virgin-tight as I pressed against it, and I knew I had to proceed slowly and carefully.

“Like an arrow to its notch.”

I pushed into that beautiful Geisha ass, feeling the heat and intensity of the moment. We copulated at a slow and languorous pace, the sensation building inside me.

“I think I could cum again,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine. I gripped her by the stiff prong in front and thrust slightly harder and faster, feeling the sensation build inside me.

“Give me your seed so that we may have a child!”

I felt the urgency rising in my balls, and I stroked her cock in my hand faster. I heard her squeals and sighs, and the cock in my hand pulsed and so did the ring of muscle around my thrusting dick.

I moaned and emptied myself into Cio Cio San’s alabaster body, hunching forward and kissing her neck as I spasmed and gasped.

“Beautiful Butterfly.”

I disengaged from the hot creamy love hole and stepped back, her kimono swirling around her. She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You must respect my modesty.”

Just about the time I’d run out of my special vitamins, I got introduced to Pi alum chemistry teacher, Prof Winston. Angela Winston, to be precise. I’d never seen her out of lab clothes, and I felt a spark of attraction.

Gray blond hairdo, layered medium style, framing her face. Her chest looked matronly, especially in the ever-present white lab coat. What I could see of her legs looked sturdy and shapely.

She helped me synthesize more, wanting me to come to her house and try them out for research purposes.

She put me in the middle of her king-sized bed and tested my reaction by slowly unbuttoning her blouse. I was wearing underwear, and they were starting to tent.

“Young man,” she got my attention, focusing it on her cleavage. Her white blouse was unbuttoned, and I was getting feelings from watching her breathe.

Mrs. Winston proceeded to handle me until I was bursting hard. She used her mouth and hands, getting me to cum after 10 minutes of persistent effort.

She held my cock in her mouth and took the first several pumps but then had to pull off. I kept spraying up in the air as she swallowed with difficulty.

“Oh my word! Our medication certainly has an effect.”

Several minutes later, even after cleaning up with a cold washcloth, I was still teeming with hot-blooded hardness.

“Why don’t you rest for a while and we’ll make sure that your erection subsides,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.

I tried to take a nap, but it was pretty comfortable, lying in her king-sized ocean of white, high-thread-count sheets. Smells good too.

When she came back in, she was wearing a silk dressing gown, and I was rested but still hard as a metal pipe. I think she’d gotten dressed up for me.

She helped herself to my tumescent rod, her middle-aged vagina feeling tighter than I expected. But that could be because of my frankenstein dick.

It was creamy in there, and I felt her dilating. She rode me, keeping it in deep and grinding down. She leaned over as she cummed loudly and battered my face with her hanging breasts. Child-feeding breasts.

She kept at it, adding lubricant, and achieved two more orgasms for herself. She was sweating and laughing and thanking me, but still, I hadn’t cum. I could feel the skin of my cock but not the sensation.

She tried to help me with it, but after a few hours of valiant attention, her husband was soon to come home, and I had to scurry out. I walked all the way back to my dorm, still stridently erect.

I thought about finding a sister to help me out, but I was kind of too chafed and uncomfortable and embarrassed to try. I said I was sick and hid in my bed until morning when mercifully it seemed back to normal.

I was even worried that my morning wood would spring up with a vengeance, so I took a cold shower and tried to think chaste thoughts. Those were in short supply these days.

She called later to check on me and apologized. We must adjust the dosage. And of course, more evaluation from Angela Winston.