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T H E S T U D E N T
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I need to write this down, partly because I feel guilty, and partly
becuase it still turns me on even though it's been over 10 years
since this story occured.
It happened while I was in college. I lived in the cheapest student
housing, a building that was just a series of rooms with basins, and
public restrooms. It was pretty late at night - after one in the
morning, and I was in my room watching TV. My bud [Jim], a rather
fat guy from down the hall knocked on the door. I opened it and let
him in.
"Hey dude, I was on my way to the john, and look who I found!" he
pointed down the hall and my eyes followed his arm to where he was
pointing about four doors down, and spotted Liz, an unapproachable
fox, apparently asleep in front of her door.
"Dude, I think we should put her in her room," he told me, "she
really should be in there." I looked at him, "Yeah, looks likes
she's been partying hardying!" She was indeed passed out. Looked
like she sat down in front of her room door to get her keys out
of her purse and just passed out cold.
We went over to her and tried to wake her, gently slapping her
face and calling her name, trying to make her waken, but to no
avail. So we rummaged in her purse and found her keys and opened
her door. "Jim, you grap her arms," I said pointing to her upper
body, "And I'll get her down her. Let's put her on the bed." Jim
bent down and grabbed her under the armpits. I lifted at her knees.
As Jim lifted her, her blouse, an untucked pink and white striped
blouse, pulled up and exposed her bra covered breasts.
Of course, we both noticed instantly. Her being scrunched up by
carrying her added a nice cleavage to her tits. You could also
see the darker tips of her nipples through the shear material of
the bra. "C'mon, Jim," I said, trying to be cool, but feeling warm,
"Get her over to her bed." So we dragged her onto her bed and
plopped her down on top of all her covers. We both stood there
looking down at her. "Dude," Jim looked at me, "do you think we
should put her in bed?" I looked at Liz. She didn't look
terribly comfortable. "Yeah, let's put her to bed."
So Jim took off her blouse and I worked off her Levi's. She laid
there on her bed in her underware. You could see her dark patch
of hair under her panties, and her tits looked real good. Jim and
I looked at each other. Trying to break the tension, I laughed
and said "Hey! Let's get my Poloroid and take a few pictures!"
So we quickly went over to my room and retrieved the camera.
After we arrived back to her room, we closed the door so nobody
would see what we were doing. Liz, had not even moved yet. I
posititioned the camera over her and took a picture. Jim and I
looked at the film and waited for her picture to come out. After
seemingly minutes elasped, her semi-naked form began to take form
in the photo. Jim looked at it and looked at Liz. "Hey dude,
let's take off her bra." I licked my lips went over to her.
She had one of those bras that snap in the front. So we unsnapped
it and pulled it apart letting her breasts free. They were perfect
"perky" tits and continued to stand straight up rather than flow
towards the armpits as many girls tits do. We took a couple more
pictures. It didn't take us long to begin to inch her panties down.
At first we pulled her panties so the band was at crotch level,
that is, even with her pussy lips. The photos clearly showed the
darker area where her slit was. Then we pulled them all the way off
and spread her legs so her crack was fully exposed. Of course, we
both had to rub it a little, and I took a picture of Jim pretending
to lick it - his face down around her snatch with his tongue pointing
out at it. After that picture, though, the film ran out. "Jim," I
said, "Here's my keys, go back to my room and get the other film -
it's on the table next to my desk." He took my keys and took off.
Quickly, as soon as he left, I unsnaped my pants and pulled out my
hard cock. I started stroking it, looking at her pointed tits and
hairy bush. My dick was swelling and before I knew what I was
doing, I had her legs further apart and was pushing my dick into
her cunt. She was dry, but I forced my dick halfway into her by
the time Jim got back with the film.
"Oh shit man!" he whispered loudly, "Oh fuck! You're fucking
her!" He didn't miss anything. I just thrust some more and said
"Shut up!" I had my dick all the way in her and was starting to
stroke. Her pussy had started to become lubricated so my dick was
sliding in and out pretty good. She just laid there not even
stirring - although her breathing picked up a bit in a ragged sort
of way. Jim took a couple of pictures, then put the camera down.
I just kept fucking Liz.
She just laid there as I fucked her, her tits, like jello, were
bouncing toward her head and back toward me. She wasn't groaning
or bucking against me. Just laying there. For the first time I
could just fuck a girl without worrying about making sure she also
cummed. My dick was long stroking in and out of her black haired
pussy, and was slick with her juices. I could her Jim saying
"You're fucking her... You're fucking her..." over and over. I
looked over to him, and he had is cock out and was jerking off as
he watched me screw her.
As I started to fuck her like I was about to cum, she started to
groan. The thought of her waking up with me raping her was too
much, and I felt my cock grow larger than it ever did. I exploded.
"Ahhh!" I could not suppress it, "Ahhhhhh!" and the cum shot out of
my cock. I never have cummed with that intensity before. I
squirted cum and kept squirting cum in her pussy. She -didn't- wake,
and I finally stopped. I pulled myself off of her, I could see my
cum dripping down from her pussy crack onto her bed sheets.
At this point, Jim, still cock in hand, pulled himself onto her and
pushed his hard dick into the cum-matted hair of her cunt and started
to fuck her. I was dazed, but I took a couple pictures of him nailing
her. It was kind of funny when he came, as rather than cumming in her
pussy like I did, he pulled is cock out and started to jerk himself
off with his hand and shot cum on her tits and face.
When we were done, Jim and I could hardly look at each other. We
split up the photos - half of me and half of him - and each took a
set. This was our "pact of silence".
We never mentioned our fun with Liz ever. Liz never cried "Rape"
even though we knew she knew that she had been (pretty sloppy, eh?).
I actually did go out on a date with her later that term, but we
didn't really hit it off and that night I jerked off to the pictures
I had of us fucking her while she lay there passed out.
All these years later, I still have those pictures. And when my
wife is in her time of the month, I still jerk off while looking
at them. I never cum with so much intesity as when I jerk myself
off while looking at the photos and remembering - even when I'm
fucking my wife.
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