So, my career as a faithful husband ended and my life as an unscrupulous sexual adventurer began.
For several days and even more nights, I felt terribly guilty about what had happened, not even trying to persuade my wife to have sex just in case she noticed something had changed.
But life has a way of making us come to terms with these things. Once I realised that Fiona had much more to lose than I did and had far more interest in keeping our encounter secret, I began to relax and enjoy the memories of a very pleasant episode indeed.
I also quickly realised that this was a formula that could potentially be used over and over again, if I stayed alert to the opportunity and played my cards carefully.
I resolved to do just that.
Things were a little haphazard at first, but within three months I had been sucked off by a tall, dark-haired Biology student on her knees in the kitchen of the Redland flat I was showing her round. As with Fiona, it was a prepayment for making the flat hers for the next academic year by moving her and her friend’s names to the top of the waiting list.
The rest of the payment was taken a week later, on her back in the large bedroom she had just moved into; one with a wonderful view over a small park. Her flatmate wasn’t due to arrive for another couple of days, which was fortunate because the girl all but screamed the house down as she came, her extraordinarily tight, pulsating cunt making me work as hard as I could not to cum too soon myself.
The girl enjoyed it so much, she asked me back the following day for a repeat performance.
Even today, it still amazes me how much unexpected pleasure these girls get out of being fucked in this crude, no-strings, no regrets way by a good-looking stranger. Few reach the mind-numbing multi-orgasmic state that Ella reached, but very few fail to reach some form of climax.
Okay, my cock is quite large and after so many years of practice, I know my technique is good, but there’s a lot more to it than that.
Maybe it’s the danger; maybe it’s the thrill of being out of her comfort zone with a bit of rough. My guess is that it’s at least partly because it’s a chance to be nothing but a desired, sex object for the first and, given the high-flying career paths of most female Bristol graduates, probably the last time in their lives.
So, my life of infidelity continued, with me refining my technique with every encounter, successful or not. Over the years, I learned some important lessons which I found could dramatically improve my chances of success:
Firstly, concentrate on houses which were already being shared by half a dozen girls or more – or which half a dozen girls wanted to share. With such a big property, the deposit would be large and the incentive not to lose it would be much greater.
Secondly, always visit the house late on checkout day. In those days, fewer students had cars so either had to travel by train or be collected by their parents. By arriving late, I could ensure those girls who had trains to catch would be gone, as would most of those being collected.
The ideal result was to find only one girl left who had her own car and had agreed to handle the final check-out on behalf of them all.
The benefits of this were huge. Firstly, the more affluent girl left would feel considerable pressure to get her poorer friends’ money back. Second, there would be no time for her to call anyone in to fix any damage I claimed to have found during my inspection.
Third, and most importantly, with no witnesses to see or hear, the long-term risk to her reputation of using her body to buy me off was small. There would be no witnesses other than ourselves, and if she had an attack of conscience later on, anything that she and I got up to could be written off as an unfortunate incident that should not have taken place, but which in the context of the rest of her life, was unimportant.
In this way, we both won. The girl saved both herself and her housemates money, or perhaps won them the living space they most desired. The cost to herself was small; zero in monetary terms and tolerable in terms of physical discomfort and reputational damage.
Her task achieved, the girl could get on with her life without the risk of being exposed, both of us having enjoyed a very pleasant interlude indeed.
As I said, very few years passed during which at least one such encounter did not take place. Some years yielded much richer pickings, for some reason, especially among medical students of every description.
This year was proving to be one of the best, and having succumbed to all my carefully honest tactics, sweet, pretty, unexpectedly enthusiastic Ella was proving to be the icing on the cake.
***
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“Fuck yeah!” I growled.
God! The girl’s cunt felt good; tight as a fist and wet as a flannel.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”
It was clearly good for Ella too, because with a soft, high-pitched wail, her arms gave way and her face fell to the tabletop as she croaked in astonishment.
“Oh God! Oh my God!”
My grip on her hips tightened and I looked down onto her pale back and rounded buttocks as I pummelled her cervix from behind. Her legs were spread wide, her light summer skirt had been raised high around her waist and her pale pink knickers were around her ankles. Her full, soft bottom was thrust obscenely towards me, her cheeks rippling beautifully as I rammed my cock into her wonderfully tight vagina over and over again.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“Mmmm that’s good! You’re sooo fucking tight!” I hissed between passion-gritted teeth.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“God! Oh God! Oh God! Be gentle! Please be gentle!” She pleaded in response.
Confident she would enjoy the result, I increased both the speed and force of my thrusting. I was right! The girl grabbed the table’s edge with both hands as she wailed, her head suddenly thrown back, her eyes first wide open, then tightly closed as I hammered into her sweet, defenceless body.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
Wave after wave rippled across her full buttocks.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”
I had made the right choice. Her voice became hoarse and croaking as I thrust into her harder and harder. However reluctant she had been at first, she was really enjoying being fucked now.
And why wouldn’t she? Being taken from behind by a good-looking bit of rough with a cock as big and experienced as mine, was something most of the clever, intellectual girls fantasised about, but never imagined would actually happen.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Yessss!”
Now this particular girl’s fantasy was coming true. She was getting what she needed, even if she hadn’t realised it before now.
Crude and sexist that thought might be, but if it wasn’t so, how come I had been so successful over the last years? How come so many of the city’s brightest girls had let me fuck them?
“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Oh my God, yessss!”
The girl who body was currently wrapped around my cock was no exception. The white rim of churned juices around the base of my shaft showed just how turned on she had become, as did the loud but incoherent moans of pleasure filling my ears. The powerful, earthy aroma of a young girl in heat filled my nostrils too, urging me on to even greater sexual efforts.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMMMMMMM!”
She was simply perfect; tighter, deeper and much, much hotter than I had expected. She had been easier to persuade than I had expected too; naïve and gullible; perfect for the quick no strings, no comeback, anonymous fuck we were having.
Her last act before leaving the city forever.
“MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!”
The climax that shook her body took her completely by surprise, making her legs tremble and her knees go weak. Fully impaled on my cock, she fell hard against the table, her weight borne by its dark wooden surface and the thick shaft being hammered into her by my rapidly thrusting hips.
She had not expected to have sex at all that afternoon, let alone cum so hard. Now she would remember both for a very long time.
Although I had hoped the meeting might end with a fuck, I never took it for granted and even after it had started, to be honest, I had not expected her to cum either. Though my cock was unquestionably large and, thanks to plenty of practice, my technique good, few of my end of term conquests were in the right frame of mind to reach the full-on, body-shaking climax I was watching now.
But that only made those who did take the final step into helpless orgasm that much more special.
And Emma, or Emily, or Emmy or whatever her name was, had proved to be one of the sweetest conquests yet.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
“OooowwwWWWWYYYEESSSS!” she wailed.
Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup!
I could feel her vagina in spasm, clamping down on my shaft then releasing it as I thundered in and out of her sweet body. I could even kid myself I could feel her cervix opening and closing against my sensitive head, preparing itself to receive the liberal dose of sperm-filled semen that would soon inevitably arrive.
That thought alone was almost enough to tip me over the edge. I tried to fight the instinct to cum, but my thrusts grew faster and more forceful of their own accord, banging the table with its climaxing female passenger bodily against the kitchen wall.
Slup-slup-slup-slup!
Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk.
Slup-slup-slup-slup!
Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk.
“Oh God! Oh my God! Oh my God, yesss!”
Another wave of climactic spasms rippled through her, tightening her cunt around my cock even harder. The effect on me was instant and predictable; the sensations were simply overwhelming and...