University Life

During my 2nd year at university, I lived in a coed dorm. Our floor was known as the dungeon as it was in the basement of the house and the furthest away from the center of the house. I liked this arrangement as the floor was quiet. More importantly, my neighbor was Abby, a bubbly, shapely blonde with thick, shoulder-length hair. The first time I saw her, I wondered what she would look like naked.

Then, one late Friday evening, while reading an assignment, I heard Abby and a stranger enter her room. Several minutes later, they went silent and roughly ten minutes after that, Abby's bed began to squeak. As they got into it, I was impressed by their stamina as they lasted a whopping forty-five minutes. Then, they began again and soon, I was so frustrated that I wanted to bang on the wall to tell them to shut up.

Later that week, when the floor had quietened down, I heard a buzzing sound, and soon realized she was using a vibrator. Consequently, I jerked off again.

Several days later, Abby asked to borrow my typewriter. While in her room, I heard my radio playing, and without thinking, I said, "It's louder here than in my room," and instantly, I was self-conscious. I mean, if I hear it clearly, then she could hear me jerking off.

It was about this time that my doctor prescribed Zoloft, an antidepressant. He said it would take a month before it came into full effect, but 3 hours later, it hit me with both barrels. I felt super energized and happy. Then, a day later, I discovered a side effect. At the time, Abbie, like usual, was busy with her vibrator, but no matter how hard I tried to get off, I couldn't. So, I finally gave up in frustration.

That peaked a week later, just after supper. Upon returning to my room, I was so determined to get off, that I quickly closed the door, dropped my pants and began to rub. As I lay on my bed, I pushed myself harder and harder until I was covered in sweat. Then, as I grabbed the lotion bottle, I heard Abbie's vibrator and that was all it took. As I imagined her, on her bed with her legs pulled up, working herself towards orgasm, I spewed all over myself. "God, what a sensation". After that, as I left for the shower, wrapped only in a towel, I met her in the hallway. As I apologized for being so noisy, I blathered, "I'm taking Zoloft", as if in explanation. Then, in my embarrassment, I continued, "I can only get off with extreme stimulation."

She replied, "Oh, that sounds interesting," and for a second, I contemplated dropping the towel just to see what might happen, until I thought better of it.

The following week was hell week. So there I was, alone in my room, when after several hours of very intense studying, I decided I needed to relieve the pressure. So I pushed my shorts to the floor and took my cock into my hand. As I rubbed, I was trying to be as quiet as possible, then I heard a knock on the door. So, I hid the lotion bottle and, after pulling up my shorts, opened the door to find Abby standing there just in a robe. As she stepped into the room and closed the door, she said, "Why don't we kill two birds with one stone?" and dropped her robe to the floor. God, she was better looking without clothes than with. As she stepped in closer and pressed her large pendulous breasts against my body, she placed a hand on my chest while the other slid the other into my shorts. As she stroked, I became a bar of iron. Then, as she knelt on the edge of the bed and looked wantonly over her shoulder, she asked, "So, just how hard is it for you to get off?"

I quickly shucked off my shorts and then, as I held the base of my cock and placed my hand on her gorgeous ass, I rubbed my cock between her lips and said, "You'll see." "God, was she ever wet." Then, I pressed into her until my balls were against her body.

As she gasped, "Oh, my god, I hope so," I began to pump. Soon, she began to rub her clit and, as I picked up the pace, she gasped, "Oh god, oh shit, oh my fucking god, I'm going to come." So, I slammed into her again and again until she pressed her face into the blankets and her body began to quiver. After that, I thought a change of position would help. So I rolled her over, and with her legs over my shoulder, I cleaved her hairy lips and pressed into her. Then, as I watched my cock slide in and out of her, I felt the need to unload growing, and then she came again. At that point, she turned over once more, and with her large ass sticking up in the air, she hugged the pillows in anticipation.

As I slammed into her, I was embarrassed that she was now a living receptacle for my cum rather than a human being. But you have to understand, the drug wouldn't let me get off, and I really needed to. I was so aroused and frustrated that I would have done anything to get off. So, I alternately jacked and fucked her until I thought I would die of a heart attack. Finally, that orgasm hit me, so I slammed back into her and then, as I held her padded hips, I threw my head back and groaned and came like never before. After filling her with my spunk, I was totally drained, so I collapsed upon the bed and felt so drowsy that I could barely stay awake. Several hours later, when I woke, she was gone. So I stripped the sweat-soaked sheets off the bed and threw them into the washer. I then studied until they came out of the dryer.

The next morning, as we sat around the breakfast table, Abby came limping into the cafeteria. When the other girls asked, all it took was a glance in my direction to send them into a titter. Later, as I was bussing my dishes, I looked back and saw three heads together, and could only imagine what was being said.

Later that morning, I was sitting in the library between classes when Coleen, one of the girls from the table, came and sat across from me. As we talked, I swear her nipples became two peaks under the fabric of her t-shirt, and when she stood, there was a damp line up the crotch of her white linen pants. Since day one, I knew she had a thing for me. I mean, whenever she looked at me, it was with cow eyes.

The next time we met was later that day in the TV lounge. As she placed her hand on my arm and asked, "How did your day go?" my erection became a lead pipe.

Soon, I suggested we go someplace quiet, like my room. Then, as the door closed, she threw herself into my arms. As we kissed and stripped one another, we stumbled towards the bed. There, as we lay side by side, her hand was around my cock, while I fingered her pussy. Soon, she was clutching onto the sheets and as she gasped loudly, she came. What a beautiful sight. Next, I wanted to try something new, so I got off the bed and as I knelt on the floor, I went down on her. After opening her legs and dipping my head, she placed her hands on the back of my head and held me there while my tongue slid between her lips. As I circled the tip of her clit, it seemed to disappear. I mean, one second it was a hard little pearl under my tongue and the next, it was nowhere to be found. I was confused. So I concentrated even harder and when I looked up, Colleen was again clutching the sheets.

So, I again renewed my attention and as I hooked my fingers and concentrated on her G-spot, her body began to quake. Next, I rolled on top of her and, after rubbing the head of my cock between her lips, I pressed into her. Then, as I desperately drove my hips against her, I wanted to get off, but no matter how hard I tried, it wasn't enough. Colleen, on the other hand, was again in the throes of pleasure. God, Zoloft was a wonder drug. Without it, I would have squirted a long time ago, but with it, I had the stamina of a bull. As we continued, I again asked her to turn over and, after placing several pillows under her hips, I slid back into her. Then, as I nailed her to the mattress, I felt that orgasm starting to build, but it still wasn't quite enough. So I sat back on my heels and alternatively jacked and fucked her, until I spooged inside of her and then onto her plush ass.

Later, as we lay in a pool of sweat, we decided we were hungry. So we got up and left for McDonald's. Then upon our return, I threw the sheets into the washer, while we retired to her room. Later, they went into the dryer when we returned to her room, fucked up another storm. God, she was insatiable, and I loved her for it. I mean, we could do it 10 times a day, and, in an instant, she was ready to do it again.

As our relationship developed, we found a place off campus, and then spent whole weekends in bed, with our feet only touching the floor to pee or for food and drink.