Uni. years, the best of my life

They say that your university days are the best days of your life. If I experience anything remotely as good as my time at university I will be very happy. Before readers conclude that I spent all my time there having sex, let me put the record straight. I went to a top university and came out with a first. I worked hard, I played lots of sports (primarily tennis) and I still found lots of time to enjoy sex.

Before I went to uni. I had had two sexual relationships that had been okay, but I had to supplement these by masturbation, lots of masturbation. I didn't know that I was unusual until I was well into uni. I didn't know that masturbating at least once a day was not par for the course. I did manage to collect a good selection of sex toys that I loved using and took to uni. The stories are just a few of many very varied experiences. They are in no way representative, but by writing about them it will help me remember them and enjoy those memories.

First sex at uni.

It was within a couple of days of arriving that I was sitting round drinking with a group of people, none of whom knew each other well. The boy I was sitting with was pleasant and we chatted about our experiences since arriving. We were not flirting or talking about sex when he said,

"It is really restricting sharing a room, there is just no privacy."

"That must be very frustrating for you, how are you managing?"

"That's the point, I am not."

"I totally understand. I am not sharing a room so if you want to come over some time I am sure I can give you a little space."

My offer was literally what I said. There had been no real spark between us but the more I thought about things the more I realized that my toys were okay but some male company would be far better.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that how it may have sounded. I am not looking for a relationship right now but I would be happy to help you, just as a once off, to relax a little if you would like to."

Not surprisingly he was very keen to take me up on the offer and we were in my room in less than five minutes. It was not a type of sexual situation I had experienced before. I was sexually very aware but did not feel the passion I had always felt before. I wanted to enjoy a calm sensuous experience. I helped him strip below the waist and was rewarded by being greeted by a very handsome cock. It was the first circumcised one I had seen and this seemed to add to the clean attractive appearance of his heavy looking cock. It was far from a monster and didn't grow dramatically but did firm up as he sat back and let me explore it and the balls below. I am sure that if I had wanted to I could have brought him to orgasm very quickly but had no wish to rush proceedings.

I held his balls firmly in one hand while using the other to gently stroke up and down from his balls to just below his shiny head. I was barely touching the shaft but it was obvious he was loving it.

"When was the last time that you had a climax?"

He only just managed to gasp out his reply of,

"Ah, four days ago I think."

"In that case I look forward to a lovely full load."

I did briefly take the now nearly purple head into my mouth but had no intention of getting a mouthful. Aware that he might create quite a mess if he sprayed onto the floor and not wanting to get my clothes ruined I took my top off to bare my chest. He clearly appreciated the view and I knew he was about to cum. I played with his balls but when pointing him towards my chest kept my touch very light.

"Fuck, that feels wonderful. I am going to cum so hard so hard, so harrrrr"

He was right and he covered my boobs with half a dozen or more powerful squirts before he began to dribble even more cum. I kept stroking him until he used his hand to indicate for me to stop.

"God I needed that so badly. It was wonderful thank you. ------ I hope you will let me thank you in kind. Come and sit where I was."

I was out of my skirt and panties without ceremony, and was delighted when it was his mouth that found my clit as he reached up and spread his cum over my boobs. My erect nipples loved this particularly as it dried quickly. It did feel delightfully dirty. His tongue and lips felt great although I have received more skilful mouths since. My first orgasm of the day always comes easily and this was no exception. When one of his hands pushed my bottom up, so that he could use his tongue better, a finger contacted my anus and I exploded in a long and much needed climax. He seemed delighted with this.

"My goodness do you always cum as hard as that and so quickly?"

"Usually and yes sometime even quicker. Sorry I should have said 'no it was because you did such an amazing job'."

Fortunately he saw the funny side of what I said. I did now retire to the bathroom to clean myself up, but when I came back his erection was more than ready for action. I had not expected to have full penetrative sex with this boy I had just met, but as so often my first orgasm of the day did not much more than whetted my appetite for another. It was simple uncomplicated sex. He was sitting and I straddled him and eased myself onto his impressively stiff cock. We hugged each other while we fucked until my second orgasm triggered his.

No sex is bad, particularly when you have two orgasms but this was only memorable as being the first at uni.

Rating 4/10 (4 out of 10)

What this first, very vanilla, sexual experience at uni. did do was to make me want to experience lots of variety in my sexual encounters as well as lots of encounters. The next experience was certainly very different than anything I had enjoyed before.

First threesome (FFM)

I was instantly attracted to Steve. He was six foot three with a stunning body and a winning smile. I wanted him from the first time I set eyes on him and probably was not very subtle in my appreciation. I don't think I was misreading the signs but he seemed to be enjoying what he saw in me. We were in a group chatting in the bar but we talked almost exclusively to each other. There was nothing overtly sexual in our conversation but there was plenty of flirting. Things changed when Tiff arrived and plonked herself down on Steve's knee.

"Are you going to introduce me to your new friend then Steve?"

"Tiff this is Angie; Angie this is Tiff."

"You certainly do manage to make friends to the most beautiful women. I only wish I had your ability to pick the pretty ones up."

I tried to take everything I was hearing and seeing in, and making sense of it. Was this his girlfriend or was she a gay friend? Was she hitting on me or just being very friendly?

"You don't understand Steve was not trying to pick me up we were just enjoying each other's company."

"It's alright I was not accusing him of anything only congratulating him on his good taste. I would very much like to 'enjoy each other's company' with you and Steve."

Tiff was as small as Steve was large. She was less than five foot tall, very slim and slight with curves in all the right places. She was dressed in short blue shorts and a tight white top that displayed her erect nipples beautifully. Her flawless skin was darker than mine and seemed to almost shine, as if she had oiled it.

The conversation flowed easily and far from killing the flirtatious nature the introduction of Tiff only intensified it. It became abundantly clear that they were in a sexual relationship but that also it was not an exclusive one. There were references to Tiff and other girls together and I thought that Steve was probably involved at the same time. I was aware that while I had never been in the slightest bit attracted to another female I was enjoying Tiff's flirting. We had talked for about an hour when Tiff announced,

"Well I am not going to get laid here, so I suggest that we all go back to my room and have some fun."

Things had been flirtatious but this was a staggeringly direct statement. I panicked and spluttered out,

"Oh I would love to - --- but tonight is not good timing for me. Maybe another night?"

Completely incorrectly Tiff drew a wrong conclusion but smiled and said,

"We are very broadminded but if you want to take a rain check then I will just have to satisfy Steve all by myself."

I cursed my lack of adventure all night. My toys were worked hard for hours as I fantasized. I fantasized about having sex with Steve and Tiff or was it Tiff and Steve. I came three times before sleep finally overwhelmed me, but not before I promised myself to grab the opportunity to have sex with them if I ever had the chance again.

The chance occurred less than a week later and I grabbed it with both hands. It was Tiff that saw me and came over and sat next to me. She said Steve was due to meet her shortly. She asked me if the timing was better for me right now and I said,

"I am sorry about the other night, but if the offer to join both of you is still on then yes it's perfect timing."

"Am I right in thinking you have never been with another female Angie?"

"I didn't realize that it is written across my forehead in capital letters. How did you know?"

"Let's just say it was a just an educated guess. My god a girl doesn't get as lucky as I am right now very often in their life. I am certainly blessed."

Steve arrived at that moment.

"How are you blessed my dear. I am sure you have done nothing to deserve being blessed, but do pray tell."

"Angie has asked whether the other days invite is still open. I am certainly in if you are Steve."

It seemed that we were all as excited by the idea as each other, as Steve offered us each a hand and said,

"I have completely lost my appetite for a beer. Shall we adjourn to my room or yours Tiff?"

Tiff's room was much bigger than mine with a bed that looked quite big enough to accommodate all three of us. There were no words spoken as they lay me down between them. We were still fully dress but this very quickly changed. Tiff took my right arm and tucked it under her body and Steve tucked my left arm under his body. We all knew I could release myself very easily if I wanted but they sensed correctly that I did not want to.

My top had buttons all the way down the front and they took turns undoing them. I loved the feeling of being constrained and their undressing me was very erotic. This cranked up when they looked at each other before peeling my top back to uncover my small boobs topped by very erect nipples. I sensed this was not the first time that they had done this particularly when, with a smile, they each took a nipple in their mouth.

I couldn't believe how arousing this felt. My nipples are compact, nearly always hard and always sensitive. Never had they received such wonderful and clearly experienced stimulation. I was as aroused as any time in my life and neither my pussy nor my clit had been touched in any way. It was Tiff that moved things forward by replacing her lips with a hand and bringing her face next to mine.

"You look even more beautiful when you are aroused. Your nipples are fantastic."

With this she kissed my lips with a gentleness that took my breath away. Her lips were gone in a second but the feeling on my lips lasted much longer. Tiff moved away and Steve played with both of my nipples as I sensed that Tiff was undressing. It was her voice from the other side of him that asked,

"Steve has a lovely cock; would you like me to undress him for you?"

I would have preferred to have undressed him myself, but I was not going to argue about it. Steve tried to keep my nipples erect while being undressed but it wasn't easy. Finally Steve was naked. His impressive physique looked even better naked. His hairless chest was huge and well developed. I propped myself up to explore the rest of his body, but all I could see was Tiff's head. It was obvious that she was giving him head and that he was loving it.

I felt a little surplus to requirements, as I was lying there with a naked couple and could see very little. That changed when Tiff changed position so that I could not only see her mouth engulfing his cock, but I could see her body. Her small, slight body was much more toned and stronger looking than I had thought. Her perfect skin wasn't tanned as I had thought, but a lovely rich colour without any tan lines. Her small firm boobs were capped off by dark nipples that had no areola at all. Her nearly inch long tapering nipples looked like they would be permanently erect, and all I could think about was wanting to suck on them.

I had presumed that his cock was small as she had every centimetre of it in her mouth. Her eyes smiled at me as she released more and more of his substantial cock, until it sprung back against his stomach.

"Steve has a wonderful cock. It is like the battery; ever-ready and lasts for hours. Now that he is erect, why don't he and I get you as ready. As I am sure it comes as no surprise to you that, while I love a good cock, having a gorgeous body like yours to play with is special for me. Today, his cock is all for you, if you wish. I would be delighted to have the rest of his body and all of yours to keep me entertained. Are you in?"

I hadn't expected things to be laid out quite as clearly, but I was certainly in. I had never had any kind of sexual experience with a female, but it was her that I wanted to touch, her I wanted to touch me. My way of communicating to her that I was in was to kiss her. This kiss was electric. Our lips hardly touched as they brushed across each other. It was so sexual and sensual it frightened me. Was it something about Tiff or was I actually a suppressed gay? Whatever the reason it didn't matter, it was magic.

She went to move her lips away from mine, but I took hold of her head so that she couldn't. She smiled and let me find her lips with mine. I could have let our lips play for hours. Had I never kissed the right man or was Tiff the best kisser in the world? Either way before her lips left mine, my pussy was flooded and my mind was cream cheese. I was in a room with an attractive man and an attractive girl, but all my attention was on the gorgeous female.

Tiff took control of everything, particularly me. I was on my back with her mouth latched onto my clit in seconds. I didn't stand a chance. I didn't want to cum so quickly, but cum I did, faster than I had ever cum before. She was on a mission and I didn't have a second when she ordered Steve to,

"Fuck her now, fuck her hard."

He had replaced her between my legs and entered me firmly before I had the chance to think. If I had had time I might have protested that I didn't want to be fucked after having an orgasm. I was soon very happy that option had not presented itself. His cock felt wonderful as he fucked me vigorously. Tiff's mouth found mine again, as her hands found my breasts. There was a complete mismatch between the attention they were giving me.

Tiff was gentle, sensual and erotic. Steve was energetic and purely sexual, as demanding as Tiff wasn't. He was the engine driving my body sexually, while she was the sweet icing on top of the cake. Her mouth played with my lips refusing to really kiss me. Her hands teased my nipples, sometimes infuriatingly gently. Every now and then her lips found my rock-hard nipples and her fingers were offered up to my mouth to suck. I had no idea why sucking one or two of her fingers was erotic, but it was.

We fucked and played like this for a long time. I had never experienced enjoying sex where there wasn't the clear short term aim of having an orgasm. I suspected that they had. At no time was there any possibility of me having an orgasm, but my body was building a very deep-rooted need that would never be answered unless things changed. Tiff was reading me like a book.

"Are you beginning to be ready for your next climax, my dear? It would be rather nice for me if you licked my pussy and sucked my clit as you cum again."

The word next suggested that they had planned what I was enjoying and that Tiff was expecting me to cum multiple times. I was not going to argue. She had asked me a question, or was it two, but didn't wait for an answer. She knelt above my face, facing my feet. Her clearly very aroused pussy was well above my mouth and she made no effort to lower it down.

Steve now moved so that my arse was resting on his bent legs and he was kneeling underneath me. He re-entered me with ease, as my pussy was very wet. He did start to fuck me again, but now more gently. What really changed everything was when his fingers found my clit. It had been untouched for so long, but was perfectly primed. Tiff waited for me to take hold of her hips and lower her pussy towards my mouth. As it got close the lips opened and the aroma of sexually excited pussy filled my nostrils.

My first taste of pussy didn't match the aroma but I still loved it. It was obvious to me that Tiff was also loving it. Sucking and licking her pussy excited me and with Steve fucking me and rubbing my clit I was very quickly on the verge of another orgasm. I realised that Tiff was still conducting things when she said,

"She can enjoy her orgasm as soon as she brings me to mine."

I didn't have to wait long for either her to cum or me to follow. Her juices covered my face as she screamed out her climax. Even before her orgasm had finished Steve had changed just enough of his fucking and clitoral play to bring me to a powerful climax. Steve let me fully ride it out before he shifted his position into a classic missionary position.

He fucked me firmly with long deep strokes. Tiff encouraged him and lay next to me kissing me and him. Although I had been deeply satisfied by my orgasms, I enjoyed the energy and urgency of his fucking. I sensed his orgasm as he glued his mouth to mine and fucked me even harder. The feeling of his breathing as he exploded in my pussy was very erotic. I thought I was certainly needed a break after this, but Tiff had other ideas.

"There is nothing like fresh cum served up from a beautiful pussy."

I went to protest that my clit was far too sensitive, but her tongue lapped all around my pussy but left the swollen button alone. She seemed delighted to be extracting ever bit of his cum from my pussy, swallowing it with glee. This was quite different to anything I had experienced before. It was not going to make me orgasm, but it was still lovely. I relaxed and let her do whatever she wanted. I hardly noticed that gradually her tongue found my clit more and more often. It took me even longer to realise that she was obviously on a mission to make me cum again.

When finally she sucked my clit into her mouth and used her tongue to lash my sensitive nubbin her mission was quickly achieved. I grabbed hold of her head, as if my life depended on it and exploded in an almost painful climax. I was exhausted, but slumped back totally satisfied.

Tiff knew I was happy and turned her attention to Steve's only slightly interested cock. She wasn't taking no for an answer and was soon riding him as he lay on his back. She didn't require him to do anything, other than stay erect. He did until her fingers helped her reach an orgasm that triggered his.

Rating 9.5/10

No sex is perfect but I loved my first threesome.

I am introduced to spanking - lesbian spanking

Sarah was a very quiet girl. She attended most of the same lectures as I did. We didn't speak a lot, but when we did, I enjoyed her company. She was slim built, but did have curves in all the right places. After a lecture one day she approached me and asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee. I was surprised but happy enough to agree. I had noticed that she was wearing a particularly short summer dress. It was lightweight and showed off her shapely but small breasts that were obviously bra-less.

She went to the counter, having offered to buy my coffee. When she stretched across to pick up sugar or a spoon her red panties just came into sight. It was not these that caught my eye, it was two red stripes across her legs just below the panties. She tugged at her dress as she straightened up, as if she was very aware of the view she had given me. When she put my coffee in front of me, I could stop myself from asking,

"Who has been caning your bottom, Sarah?"

She immediately went bright red and her eyes dropped to her coffee.

I waited until she finally looked up, and asked the question again with my eyes. She hesitated before whispering,

"I don't know. It could have been any one of four, or possibly all of them."

She looked at me as if what she had said had explained everything, although it actually raised more questions than it answered.

"How do you not know who caned you? Did they, did they"

It was now me who struggled to say what I was thinking.

"No, no I wanted them to cane me. I kind of asked them to cane me. I am a member of group who like to spank, whip and cane each other. There are those who like to deliver the spanking, whipping or the caning, and there are those like me who like to be the recipient. Have you ever been caned?"

She said this with excitement, as if she as asking whether I had been to an exotic holiday resort.

"No, I have never been caned; or spanked or whipped for that matter. It sounds like you are sexually aroused by it. Am I right?"

"I am hooked on it. It is like a drug to me. The first time I was spanked, a new world opened up for me. I thought I had enjoyed orgasms before, but that first time I had the most wonderful orgasm and just came and came until I didn't know which way was up.

I orgasm easily every time I am spanked, but it is a little worrying as to enjoy the strongest climaxes I seem to need more and more pain. Yesterday was my first caning and it was amazing. The pain was intense, but the orgasms were unbelievable."

I felt a little protective and sorry for Sarah, but she was not looking for my sympathy. It soon came out that she was looking to recruit me to the club. I was shocked by this idea, but also fascinated by it. Fascinated enough to ask her about it.

"You have to be invited to join the club. Everyone joining has to submit as a submissive the first three times. During these sessions they are blindfolded and do not get to see any members of the club. If a new member submits to three sessions they can then decide whether they wish to attend as a submissive or a domme in future sessions. They are not automatically accepted, but most are after suitable vetting.

As a member of the club, we are encouraged to recruit new members. I don't think that it is usual, but I was asked to approach you specifically."

The more she had said, the more fascinated I became. The more fascinated I became the more aroused I became. I didn't think that I gave off any indication of this, but I was obviously wrong.

"You look as if you are, at the very least, interested to hear more. Would you be interested in me giving you a little taster of the scene?"

"Do you mean taking me to the club to be spanked?"

"No, no. I thought that I could just put you over my knee and see if you like it. What do you think?"

We had not been together for long, but things had progressed quickly. I had never thought about being spanked by anyone, male or female. Of all of the people I knew, Sarah was probably the last one I would have expected to put herself forward. It was possibly because of her gentle demeanour that I even considered it. She clearly read my thoughts, as without me giving her an answer, she took hold of my hand and led me to her room.

She said nothing as she closed the door. She simply walked over to a chair, moved it to the middle of the space available and invited me, with her hands, to drape myself across her lap. All sorts of thoughts flashed through my mind. Maybe it was best that I had not had time to prepare myself, time to put on fresh panties or have a pee.

She pushed my dress up my back, before taking hold of my panties. I thought she was going to remove them, but instead she just straightened them up and ensuring that they were wedged up into my pussy. There was no further ceremony as her hand landed crisply on my full cheeks. After a half dozen that left my cheeks glowing, she paused, resting her hand on my bottom. I knew that she was asking me whether I was happy for her to carry on. I was not sure exactly why, but there was no way I was going to ask her to stop. The way she worded her question made it easy for me to answer.

"I think you are very happy for me to carry on. Am I right?"

The word "yes" was out of my mouth before my brain engaged. She pulled my panties up even tighter between my legs making my cheeks almost totally uncovered. The spanking was now much firmer, not vicious but it now stung beautifully. My panties were now trapping my clit and rubbing against it with every spank. Another dozen were delivered without a break. She kept a rhythm that I found I matched, tightening my pussy before relaxing and offering up my cheeks for the next spank.

I was disappointed when she stopped again, afraid that my first taster of being spanked might end there. She had no such intention. She struggled a little to pull my panties out from being wedged between my legs. When they were completely removed, her non-spanking hand eased between our bodies and found my pussy. She didn't react at all to the fact that the whole area was slippery with my arousal.

Now she spanked me harder. My pussy, and more specifically my clit sort her hand after each spank landed, before I pushed my hips up to welcome the next explosion. The cheeks of my arse were now feeling hot. My pussy was feeling hot and I wasn't sure whether I was masturbating myself or she was masturbating me. I didn't care as I was building slowly, but surely towards a sexual climax. I didn't exactly know what shape that climax would take, as I had never experienced anything like this.

Now she both upped the spanking and took complete charge of the masturbation. The building now happened quickly and I was soon bouncing up and down on her fingers. The orgasm started with a violent explosion followed by two more, before weak spasms washed through me as her spanking became gentler. Her fingers held my pussy as my orgasm ebbed away.

"There I am so pleased that being spanked aroused you. It was the first time I have spanked anybody and I absolutely loved it. Please return the favour, my bottom feels in need and my pussy is leaking like a tap."

She was completely naked before draping herself over my legs. The two stripes at the top of her legs were two of around a dozen angry looking lines across her bottom and legs. The area looked far too sore to be spanked, but she told me not only to spank her but to spank her hard.

She complained when the first few times my hand landed that I was being far too timid. I decided that she was not going to be able to complain about me being too gentle again and hit her as hard as I thought possible. I paused after half a dozen and then with an almost angry voice said,

"Is that hard enough for you, or do you want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare stop. Harder, quicker, spank me."

With this she lifted her hips and her hand disappeared between her legs. I immediately stopped spanking her and took charge of the girl who had been calling the shots.

"Masturbate if you want to, but if you do I stop spanking. Stop masturbating and I will spank you harder and harder until you tell me to stop or ease off. Do you understand?"

The change in her demeanour was exactly what I had hoped for. Her hands were quickly removed from between her legs and she very meekly said,

"Yes Mistress, I fully understand. Thank you."

I was tempted to do what she had done for me and masturbated her while I started to spank her again, but decided that I was going to punish her bottom much more before doing so. There was no complaint from her as I spanked every inch of her cheeks, finding her erect nipple with my spare hand as I did so. I spanked her about two dozen times before removing both of my hands. She opened her legs and my hand found that her pussy was swimming with her arousal. Her reaction to my hand was so strong, I took pity on her.

"Masturbate yourself while I finish spanking you. You have permission to orgasm."

I took hold of one of her nipples with my spare hand and spanked her firmly. As she started to orgasm I tried to match my spanking with the contortions of her body. Her climax seemed to go on for a very long time but I wasn't sure exactly when it started or stopped. I just knew that she didn't want me to stop, until her body relaxed and she said,

"Fuck that was so good."

She tried very hard to recruit me to her club but while the spankings she gave me always resulted in me cumming, I did not like the idea of real pain being inflicted on my bottom. Over the next two years, I spanked her, strapped her and caned her half a dozen times. I loved the way this excited her, but was concerned that she seemed to need more and more pain to really enjoy these sessions. Once she had orgasmed she always spanked me and brought me to an orgasm. These spankings were not vicious but just hard enough for me to really love the ways she masturbated me to beautiful orgasms.

I let her talk me into caning me just once, in a weak moment or possibly after a drink or two. It was excruciatingly painful and even before the last three quick painful blows I was pleading with her to stop. She nearly threw me onto the floor and latched onto my clit with her mouth. She bit my clit, she sucked my clit and she stummed my clit with her tongue. The pain across my arse cheeks was matched by the pain she inflicted my clit to. I am not sure how to describe my orgasm but certain words occur to me; agony, ecstasy, pain, pleasure, relief are a few of them. It was one of the most memorable of my life, but the pain before during and after it were far too great to ever wish to experience it again.

When she finished her course we swapped details and promised to keep in touch, but I think we both knew that we were very unlikely to do so. We had had fun, but it was over.

Rating 9/10

I scored this first time with Sarah so high because it was so sexually exciting and so new. Being spanked and spanking, strapping and caning Sarah was lovely, very different but was never going to replace other sex.

It is interesting that two of the events above involve females. Yes I loved them but nearly all of the sex at university only involved men. For the first year I didn't have a significant boyfriend. I enjoyed many boys on many occasions, typically enjoying sex with them no more than three times. I probably got a reputation, but that did mean that boys were happy to approach me, which was quite nice. There was one very different event which I remember well.

The professor introduces me to anal sex.

No, this is not a story of how I needed to sleep with my professor to get better grades. In fact he was not my professor. He was the professor of a close friend of mine. I was pretty sure she was sleeping with him, probably to improve her grades.

I was sitting in the bar drinking with this close friend, Gilly, when he turned up. I could tell it was not a chance meeting, but was happy enough when he joined us. He seemed old to me at the time. His hair had just small hints of grey around his ears, but this did give him a certain appeal. He was over six foot tall and clearly kept himself very fit. Any additional weight was disguised by his height. His smile was friendly, but there was just a slight appearance of him looking worn down by life. He was somewhere between forty five and fifty five. I did notice that his eyes did brighten when he looked at Gilly and noticed the same as he looked at me.

We enjoyed a couple of drinks and chatted about university life. Gilly said that Professor Jones, Alan, had gone through a divorce recently and was considering leaving the university at the end of the academic year. The chemistry between them was obvious, but I wasn't sure what the true nature of their relationship was. I was sure they were sleeping together, but I wasn't sure whether there was more.

When I discussed this, the next day, with Gilly she was reluctant to open up initially. When I said that I had no doubt that they were sleeping together and had no problem if they were, she seemed to relax. She admitted that the relationship had started in the classic way. He had not put pressure on her but when she showed interest in him he had indicated that her sleeping with him would certainly not harm her grades. She said he was the most wonderful caring lover, and the sex was the best she had ever enjoyed. The way she said it, it sounded like she hadn't experienced much good sex before him.

When I suggested that him arriving in the bar had not been chance, she looked worried. It took a lot of coaxing before she admitted that it was a set up. Alan had mentioned me to her and asked her to arrange for us to meet. I was shocked, but also wondered why she would agree to introducing her lover to me.

"Alan and I have sex, but we are not exclusive. He is quietly very persuasive and I was happy to make the introduction. He had said that he had seen you with me around campus."

She stopped as if this was enough, but I asked her, "and?"

"He said you had the most wonderful arse he had ever seen. He said he wanted to invite you out for a meal."

"Surely you are not happy about that. He is your lover and I rather suspect that he would be hoping for something more than just enjoying sitting opposite me while we eat."

"You don't understand. If he still wants to have sex with me and give me good grades I am alright with him getting to know you better. You are a friend and I am sure if you do end up sleeping with Alan you will thank me. I am very certain that if you end up sleeping with him, he will thank me too. A real win-win."

I had never had, or thought about taking an older lover. The idea was rather appealing and when I thought of Alan in this way he did appeal too. I had not been romanced by many of my younger lovers and I thought I didn't need to let him get into my panties if I didn't want to, after a meal together. Amazingly, the evening was set up with Gilly making some of the arrangements. I made sure that he was clear that I was accepting him taking me out for a meal, paying for the meal with no strings attached.

As we sat opposite each other, I saw Alan in a very different light. He was good looking, attentive and engaging. I had dressed very smartly, verging on the formal, but with just the hint of the sexual. I certainly didn't look or feel like a student. I had taken the bra off and put it on twice before deciding that I would be bra-less. A black suspender belt with black stockings was something that felt super-sexy to me. My skirt was a little short and my top was just thin enough, in certain light, to hint at showing my nipples.

Alan made it clear that he enjoyed how I was turned out, and I enjoyed his appreciation. Gilly was right he was quietly persuasive and I began to think that if things worked out right, I would be happy to be invited into his bed. He had kept himself fit playing tennis and using the university gym. I teased him slightly about his use of the gym.

"I bet you enjoy looking at the young girls in the gym. I have a sneaky suspicion that you are an arse man. Am I right?"

His smile was relaxed and he said,

"I don't deny it, but I think someone has been telling tales. I think that Gilly's bottom needs visiting, she really is a naughty girl. What exactly did she say?"

"She said that you had noticed me around the campus and you had said that I had a particularly nice arse. I was rather upset that that was the only part of me that you commented on."

"Maybe it was a good thing that she didn't tell you the other compliments about you that I said, but I don't deny saying what I did about your bottom."

During the rest of the meal conversation flowed easily. When he asked for the bill, I made a token gesture of offering to pay my half, but he declined it with a smile.

"It has been a lovely evening, thank you so much for sharing it with an old man. I will walk you back to your room."

I could tell if he did it would be the end of the evening. I wasn't sure that that was what I wanted. I felt very comfortable with him, and there was something rather protective about him. Gilly had said that he was a wonderful lover and the idea of having sex with him appealed. I wasn't sure how to tell him that and therefore accepted his offer. As we got close to my block, I felt braver. I didn't think that it was a good idea for him to come into the block with me, so I took the plunge.

"I think I would prefer it if we went to your place."

He looked me in the eye and said,

"If you would like to, that is fine with me, but let me make it clear that I am not asking you to come in for coffee."

I laughed and said,

"I only drink coffee after sex. But I would love a coffee if you are offering."

It wasn't a long walk to his accommodation, but by the time we reached it I was positively buzzing with expectation. We had confirmed that we were there to enjoy sex together, so when we stood in front of each other the slow undressing of each other didn't need discussing.

Remembering that I didn't have a bra on I wanted to at least build his expectation a little before he bared my breasts. He stood still as I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his large hairless chest. After I pulled the shirt out from his trousers he held my hand thinking that I was going to unbuckle him. I am not sure whether he did take many minutes to unbutton my blouse, but it seemed like it. He seemed careful not to bare my breasts until ever button was undone and the blouse was free of my skirt.

He held the eye to eye contact with me as he eased my blouse off my shoulders. His hands found my small breasts and my nipples that felt like sensitive pebbles. His caressing was beautiful, but I wanted to find his cock. As I slid his trousers down his legs the head of his cock escaped the waistband of his underpants. It looked slightly comical but by view was improved when he stepped out of them and his trousers. It wasn't until I wrapped my hand around his cock that I appreciated that it was a very good size. We were both soon naked and he gently but firmly laid me down on my back on his bed.

His lips and tongue found my pussy and I was totally happy to lay back and just enjoy his skilful mouth. There was not the rush that so often seemed the case with my younger lovers. By the time his hands found the cheeks of my arse my juices were coating my anus. He was very slow to focus his fingers in on my anus, as if by going slow he was giving me time to stop him.

I had no wish to stop him even when a well lubricated finger eased into my bottom. At no time was there any pause in the attention he was giving my pussy. I did however sense that he was concentrating much more on what he was doing to my bottom. By now I was beginning to realise that he was truly an arse man. What was more surprising to me was that I was happy about that. He clearly was reading my body very well, as I was very close to cumming when he said,

"Would you like to have an orgasm now or would you rather we fucked?"

I wanted both, but suggested that it would be nice to fuck. I was pretty sure I knew the position he would most like to fuck in. I got onto my knees and allowed him to move me up the bed a little way. It became obvious why when I looked in the mirror that gave me the perfect view as his cock eased into my very ready pussy. It felt great and I watched as his thrusting took him deeper and deeper into me.

"That is beautiful my dear. You knew that this was my preferred position. You have the most stunning arse and there is no better view than being able to enjoy it as we fuck. Thank you."

I had been thanked after sex but rarely during sex. It was rather sweet. We set up a lovely rhythm and I started to get as excited as I had been earlier. This moved to another level as he inserted his thumb into my bottom. He worked his thumb in and out of me but I think he slowed his fucking of my pussy. Again the attention he was giving my bottom was clearly what was really entertaining him. I was tempted to find my clit with my fingers, as it would have brought me to orgasm very quickly.

I suspected that he wanted to fuck my bottom, but was being too polite to ask. I had never had anal sex, but the idea was quickly growing on me as his thumb fucked me. I didn't want to ask him to fuck my arse, but was rather excited about the possibility. What I said was completely ridiculous.

"If you want to you can. It would be my first time, but I know you will be gentle."

For some reason I had not been able to say please fuck my arse, but we both knew exactly what I meant. His thumb was quickly replaced with his large hard erection. I was nervous as his cock was certainly bigger than all but one I had ever seen. He had thoroughly lubricated both me and his cock.

As he eased it into me, I felt stretched and started to panic until the head was fully in. From then on I felt stretched to capacity, but there was no pain. When he was fully buried I said,

"Please keep yourself fully up my arse but let me acclimatise to your size before you fuck me."

He held my hips and held his balls against my pussy. What happened next was one of the biggest sexual surprises of my life. An orgasm exploded from nowhere. There was no build up, just total instant devastating bliss. I pleaded with him just to hold completely still as I came and came violently.

He did and quietly said,

"Good girl cum hard. That's it, lovely. My god that looks wonderful."

It was wonderful, but there was also something very embarrassing about it. When I apologised to him he roared with laughter.

"That was the most exciting thing I have ever seen. Please tell me it felt half as good as it looked. I would love to fuck you, but if you want me to come out then I will."

"What I want is for you to fuck my arse and cum deep inside me. Use my body, use my arse, it is yours to use."

He did fuck me gently, even applying more lubrication at one point. For some reason I wanted him to come out of me and enter me again. He thought I was asking him to stop, but was delighted when I said,

"No I just want to feel you stretch my arse again before fucking me."

When he did my excitement was such that I found my clit with my fingers. I even pushed two fingers into my ridiculously tight pussy. He seemed to love this and his fucking now seemed to have more purpose. It was a race now and I won it. I pushed back on him harder and harder pleading with him not to stop. My climax was just ebbing away when his large cock got larger and he filled my bowels.

We fucked on two more occasions, always ending with anal, something that I grew to love, although no one has ever done it half as well as Alan. Gilly got good grades and said she was sure part of that was because of introducing me to her professor.

Rating 8/10, but 10/10 for the amazing orgasms.

Nobody reading this will know who I am, but if Peter Lockhart reads this then I do want him to know that his rating was always 11/10. Fuck he was good. Fuck we were good together, every single time.

Post script

I started writing about my years at university purely for my own pleasure. I had no intention of showing anyone. When writing the above it brought it home to me that my libido has always been extremely strong compared all the females I met there. I am approaching thirty years old and married for two years. It was not until after our wedding that I showed my husband, Charlie, them. He absolutely loved reading them. After initially feeling a little embarrassed I soon enjoyed reading them with him. They spark some lovely love-making sessions.

Charlie has encouraged me to write more about my university years. I have not yet felt comfortable enough to share what I have written with him. In my mind what I am writing is the story of my post university years, with references to additional highlights from the university years.