I’ve been teaching first-year English students for a few years now, and it’s always been a mix of rewarding and demanding in equal measure.
There’s something energizing about working with young minds at that stage—curious, unpredictable, sometimes brilliant, sometimes frustrating. Every class has its standouts, and last year, one student in particular left an impression: a bright, confident boy named John.
He had a sharp mind and a natural ease about him that made him hard to ignore in class discussions.
But toward the end of the year, his behavior started to shift slightly. Nothing overtly serious, just moments that felt… too familiar. A lingering comment here, a look there. It was subtle, but enough to make me uncomfortable.
I brushed it off at the time, telling myself it was just immaturity, the kind students eventually grow out of.
Over the summer, I decided things would be different. A new academic year, new boundaries, a more assertive tone from the start. I was determined to keep everything firmly professional—no ambiguity, no room for misinterpretation.
Then, on the first day back, John walked into my classroom again. He always sits right at the front.
At first, I almost didn’t recognize him. He’d changed—grown taller, and he’s definitely been hitting the gym.
He took a seat, and a girl around his age sat beside him, leaning in slightly as they spoke. I assumed she was his girlfriend.
To my surprise, I felt a flicker of something I couldn’t quite name. Irritation? Jealousy? The thought unsettled me immediately. I pushed it aside. What was I even thinking? I was his teacher—twice his age, with a completely separate life.
I carried on with the lesson, focusing on the material, guiding discussion, keeping things structured. John contributed as usual—thoughtful, perceptive, asking a question that showed he’d clearly engaged with the text on a deeper level than most. It was exactly the kind of student interaction I appreciated.
After class, as students began to file out, he lingered.
“Miss, could you recommend something to read?” he asked.
It was a normal question—one I’d answered countless times before. I suggested a couple of novels, explaining why they stood out, what made them compelling.
“I think you’d really enjoy them,” I added, almost as an afterthought, “you and your girlfriend.”
He paused, then smiled slightly.
“That’s not my girlfriend, Mrs. Baker,” he said. “So you don’t need to get jealous.”
For a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. The comment caught me off guard—not because of what he said, but because of how easily he said it. There was a confidence there, a kind of awareness that made me uneasy. Before I could gather my thoughts, he gave a small, knowing look and walked out.
That evening, back at home, everything felt as it always did—comfortable, stable, predictable. I’d married young, and my husband and I had built a good life together. He worked long hours in finance, often not returning until late. I was used to the quiet, the routines, the stretches of time spent alone in the evenings.
Still, there were moments when the silence felt heavier than usual.
Restless, I decided to go to the gym. It was large enough that I could usually blend in, keep to myself, clear my head. Even so, there was always a small part of me that worried about running into students outside of school—it blurred lines I preferred to keep separate.
That night, though, it happened.
I saw John there.
We exchanged a brief, polite conversation—nothing out of place, nothing too inappropriate. And yet, something about the encounter unsettled me again.
“Looking good Mrs Baker,” he said.
A strange, unexpected flutter of nerves I couldn’t quite explain entered my stomach.
As I got into my routine, I was keeping an eye on him. He wasn’t looking at me, but I found part of myself wanting him to.
Finally, he looked again. And this time I decided to do something about it.
I walked up to him with an angry expression, although I was nervous, and told him we need to talk.
I led him into one of the disabled toilets and told him that it’s inappropriate to stare at your teacher at the gym.
He said he wasn’t the one staring.
“As if!” I shouted, but it wasn’t very convincing.
I was staring. I was staring at his huge muscles and his gorgeous face. I was staring so much that my pussy had started to get wet. What’s gotten into me!?
He walked up to me slowly, put his hands on my hips, and looked directly into my eyes.
My legs felt weak.
It didn’t take long for me to wrap my legs around him. We started making out, and I was helpless.
He stood me up and took my yoga pants off to reveal my sexy black underwear.
I was soaking wet down there and he knew it.
Next he spun me around into doggy position and shoved his massive cock inside me. No condom.
I moaned, “Oh my god!”
I had a feeling it was big.
He opened my legs up for a standing split fuck. He told me to call him daddy.
I hesitated. That’s super inappropriate. And I have a husband! What would he think of me now!?
I squirted again. I’ve never squirted this easily before.
He said down and tugged my shirt from behind for me to sit on him.
I followed, and started bouncing on his massive cock.
I wanted more. I wanted it deeper. I told him to lie on the floor so I could bounce on him harder.
My god this thing was big… maybe he deserves to be called daddy.
I squirted so hard in that position.
I’ve never squirted this much before! He must think I’m a total cock slut.
He saw I was slowing down and my legs were shaking too much to carry on properly.
He stood up, and effortlessly flipped my legs up and held them in position with his arms whilst he put his hands behind my back.
I’ve never been in this position before. It was so hot. He was so strong and powerful.
As he did this I moaned, “Oh, daddy!”
I could tell he was getting close.
He gently put me down on all fours and rammed me from behind again, and I squirted a little. I didn’t think I had anything left in me!
I could tell he was close to shooting his load.
I had to get a view of his orgasm face, so I turned around and said, “cum for me daddy.”
I watched his face whilst he came in my pussy.
When he finished we just sat there for a second. Dick inside.
He said, “turn around and suck my cock if it’s bigger than your husband’s”.
I can already feel the buzz in my chest as I zip up my cute bunny outfit and catch my reflection, a little bolder than I usually let myself be.
There’s a halloween party in town, and everyone on campus is going.
Tonight isn’t about routines or responsibilities—it’s about stepping into something playful, maybe a little mischievous, and just letting go.
I need it after my awkward yoga lesson last week.
As soon as I step inside, the energy hits me—warm, loud, alive—and I can feel eyes turning in my direction.
I pretend not to notice at first, slipping into the rhythm of the room, but it’s there in the double takes and the way conversations falter for a second too long.
It sends a quiet thrill through me, not because I need the attention, but because tonight I’m choosing to own it.
I’m not here to wait around or blend into the background—I’m here to pick.
And somewhere in this crowd, I know there’s a man who carries himself just right, someone who won’t hesitate when I meet his eyes. Someone with big dick energy.
Across the room, I catch his eye—broad-shouldered, unmistakably self-assured, the kind of presence that doesn’t need to announce itself.
There’s a brief moment where neither of us looks away, and I feel that spark of recognition, like we’ve both silently agreed something’s about to happen.
When I see him heading toward the bar, I move without overthinking, slipping ahead of him just enough to cross his path.
I take my time ordering, aware of the space I’m taking up, letting the moment stretch just slightly as I glance back over my shoulder.
If he’s as confident as he looks, he won’t miss the invitation.
He approaches.
I spin around and my eyes light up. He makes it impossible not to smile.
The tension melts right out of me, replaced by this sudden warmth, and when our eyes meet again it’s different now—closer, charged, like the spark we almost had just got a second chance.
Some drunk idiot makes a snarky remark about my outfit.
This tall handsome stranger says I should ignore him. He leans in slightly, a hint of a smirk on his face, and says that guy was just jealous—jealous he couldn’t have a woman like me.
I raise an eyebrow, playing it cool even as my pulse kicks up, and shoot back, “Oh yeah? And you can?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” he says, confident as ever—then pauses just long enough to shift the air between us.
“But I’ve got a girlfriend… sorry.”
For a split second, I feel that tug of hesitation, but it fades just as quickly as it came. Tonight isn’t about overthinking or rules. I tilt my head, studying him, and ask where she is.
“Out of town,” he replies. That’s all I need to hear—I let a small smile form, then reach out and take his hand.
We slip away from the crowd without a word, moving fast towards the bathroom, like if we hesitate even for a second the moment might disappear.
My heart’s racing, half from the thrill, half from the recklessness of it all. I know what I’m doing, I know what I should be thinking about—but tonight, I push it aside.
I feel bad for the girlfriend, but not bad enough to stop.
We start making out and I’ve never felt so wet this quickly. I start unzipping his trousers…
I knew he’d have a big dick.
But this this was fucking massive!
I couldn’t help but show the shock on my face, even when I was trying to play it cool.
hat was it – in that moment, I decided that this man could do whatever he wanted to me. I was his. And I was there so serve his huge, thick, throbbing thunder cock.
He pushed my head down and I dropped my knees to the floor.
I didn’t mind my knees hurting for a bit.
I was dripping with anticipation to see how this monster would stretch my mouth out and make me choke.
He just stood there, hands on hips, watching me gobble on his cock like a good little slut.
I couldn’t wait to see how it would feel inside me.
But first, I wanted to tease him a bit – he has to earn it. So I sat on his thighs and let him rest his cock between my butt cheeks.
As good an attempt this was, we soon both knew I was the one being teased.
He could see how dripping wet my pussy was, as I could feel the girth of his cock between my ass cheeks.
The anticipation had built up so much that when he finally entered me I squirted almost straight away.
I could feel him stretching me out as he took control of me from behind.
Next he straightened me up and started ramming me from behind against the mirror.
I didn’t even know this man’s name! And here he was, in the bathroom, having his way with me.
I hoped he had a good view from back there of my ass and the bunny costume he demanded I kept on.
I still wanted to look good for him. And I wanted to make sure he knew I belonged to him, moaning “Fuck me daddy!”
He spun me around and carried me into a standing fuck.
I wrapped my legs around him. His strength was undeniable – I was lifted up so easily by his strong arms, but I think his cock was doing most of the lifting.
I squirted again, and I could sense he was close to finishing…
He lay me down quickly but gently, whipped his cock out and aimed for my mouth – having my tongue open was an invitation and he didn’t miss it.
He got it all over my outfit, too – I didn’t care. Then I slid it back inside for good measure.
It took me a long time to wipe it all off and freshen up to head back to the party.
By the time I got there, he was gone. Shame. But I guess it’s alright – I didn’t want to be in a mess of a love triangle.
His girlfriend is very lucky. I reckoned I still looked fine, and since my outfit was white, nobody would notice how much cum I had just had all over me 10 minutes ago.
I ordered a drink at the bar and started to wonder if a girl could get so lucky twice in one night…
My friends and I decided to leave the bar near campus and head to a nightclub just down the road.
None of us were ready to call it a night yet, and I was still riding the buzz from what had happened earlier in the bathroom. Luckily, the club was full of people in Halloween costumes too, so I didn’t feel self-conscious walking in.
As we made our way through the crowd, I could feel eyes on us—guys turning their heads, watching us pass. Someone let out a loud whistle, and instinctively, I glanced over to see who it was.
Boy did he stand out.
Older, confident, and completely at ease in a way that made him impossible to ignore—definitely not a student.
There was something about him, the kind of presence you don’t question. Dark hair, a relaxed posture, one hand loosely wrapped around his drink as if he had nowhere else to be.
I caught him watching me, not shy about it either, and there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that made my stomach flip. It wasn’t just interest—it was certainty. Like he already knew I’d noticed him, like he knew exactly the effect he was having.
For a moment, everything else faded into the background—the music, the crowd, even my friends beside me. I held his gaze a second longer than I meant to before looking away, trying to play it cool, but I could still feel it.
That second too long and I know he knew he could have me. That pull. I had a feeling the night was about to get a lot more interesting…
When I went up to order my drink, I made sure to position myself just right, aware of where he was sitting. It wasn’t exactly subtle.
I could feel that same buzz of anticipation creeping back in. As I waited, I casually glanced over my shoulder—and sure enough, he was still watching me. Not even pretending otherwise.
It sent a little thrill through me, the kind that made everything feel charged and slightly unpredictable. I turned back to the bar, trying to focus on ordering, but I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.
Then he just walked straight over, took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and said he’d already called a taxi for us. The confidence of it caught me off guard, but I didn’t pull away.
Before I could really think it through, I was following him out of the club, the noise and lights fading behind us. My heart was racing, a mix of nerves and excitement building with every step. It all felt so sudden, so impulsive—but at the same time, I didn’t want to stop it.
I got in first, sliding across the seat, and when he opened the door I didn’t move over—just shifted my legs up and out of the way to let him in, slow and deliberate, holding them there a second longer than necessary.
What has gotten over me!
I glanced up at him, he didn’t look surprised. Just that same quiet certainty, like nothing I did was going to catch him off guard. He could see I was already soaked.
It didn’t take long before we were in his bedroom. It was already beginning to get light outside. I lay down on the bed as he started getting naked.
When he pulled his cock out, I began to work.
It wasn’t nearly as big as the guy I had earlier. Kind small actually, but fuck it. I was still super attracted to him and I wanted to know what this little dick would feel after being stretched out earlier in the night.
To my surprise, I squirted quite quickly when he started pounding me from behind. Just a little.
I could tell he was already close to cumming and didn’t want it to end so quickly, so I suggested we move to cowgirl position.
Again, surprisingly, I let out a little squirt. I think I was just feeling myself that night, and kept imaging I was riding the man with a thunder cock from earlier instead.
I could also barely feel him inside, knowing full well I’d been stretched out earlier, which made me even more horny, like I was just using this man as a pathetic comparison.
The tables had turned on this confident man, and now I was in charge of his baby dick.
Then he spun me around and gave me a Full Nelson.
The strength and ease that he pulled this off with was impressive.
Still though, I was getting quite bored at this point.
I could tell he was getting close by the way he was moaning, but I didn’t want this man’s cum inside me so I spun out of position. The least I could do is give him a handjob, I suppose.
I started slow and stared at him directly in the eyes. I could tell he wasn’t used to not being in control
And I could tell he still wanted to be inside me, but I didn’t care.
You’ll need a bigger dick for that, hun.
I wanted to mock him a bit and see how easy it was to make him cum.
I moaned, “oh, you like that baby?”
As soon as he was close to shooting his load, I took my hands off, leant back, and stared at him.
Sure enough, cum started dripping over his tiny penis.
I couldn’t help myself but rob him of a proper orgasm. I felt a bit bad, but there’s something I don’t like about a man with a baby dick that I just can’t shake.
He knew it too, I could see it in his eyes.
I left without saying a word. He didn’t call out or ask for my number – we both knew that was it.
I turned to get one last look at this hunk of a man and his pathetic dick.
I hadn’t done yoga in ages, and the thought of getting back into it made me oddly nervous, like I’d forgotten how my own body was supposed to move.
It didn’t help that I’d been feeling a little pent-up lately—like all the tension from not having any real physical connection in a while had just settled into my shoulders and hips.
I found myself overthinking everything, especially what to wear, trying on different outfits and checking myself in the mirror longer than I’d like to admit.
Part of me was definitely hoping the instructor would be good-looking—not that it should matter, but the idea of someone attractive guiding me through all those slow, deliberate movements added a little extra motivation.
When the instructor, Chris, walked in, I thought he was really hot—effortlessly so, in that way that made it hard not to stare a little too long.
My nerves suddenly shifted into a different kind of anticipation, a mix of self-consciousness and curiosity. I became hyper-aware of myself, of how I was standing, how I might look.
Part of me couldn’t help hoping he’d notice me too—especially the way my yoga pants fit after all the time I’d been putting in at the gym lately.
As he started speaking and setting up the class, I suddenly realised we were alone. It wasn’t scheduled as a private lesson, but nobody else was here…
As we moved through the poses, I found myself paying extra attention to how I held my body, angling each movement with a bit more intention than usual.
Finally plucking up the courage, I tried to make it a bit more obvious that if he wanted to make a move, I would welcome it.
He said to get into downward dog position, and I moved slowly onto all fours, adding “where do you want me?”
My voice softer than I meant it to be, edged with nerves.
For a moment I wondered if it sounded strange in the stillness, but he just glanced over briefly, distracted, and gestured vaguely without really focusing on me. I felt a flicker of embarrassment, like I’d built the moment up too much in my head.
With no one else around, every little interaction felt amplified, and I quickly moved to a spot on my own, trying to shake off the awkwardness while my heart kept beating just a bit faster than usual.
I felt a restless, pent-up energy building—it had been a while since I’d felt that kind of spark with anyone. I leaned back slightly and said, “If you’re that good, show me.”
My eyes lingered on him, taking in the way he moved, the ease in his posture. That quiet, insistent attraction kept growing.
I complimented him on his incredible flexibility, letting a hint of admiration soften my voice as I spoke. It felt natural in the moment, like an easy way to bridge the space between us.
Without overthinking it, I reached out and lightly touched his arm, curious more than anything else. The contact lingered for just a second longer than it needed to, but something about it shifted the atmosphere instantly.
He didn’t pull away—instead, he leaned in slightly, and before I could second-guess myself, that small moment of contact unfolded into a kiss that caught me completely off guard.
It was intense in a way I hadn’t expected, the kind that makes you forget where you are for a second.
The anticipation I’d been carrying all along seemed to crest in that moment, leaving me a little dizzy, a little breathless.
When things started to escalate and he drew his pants down, I felt my excitement suddenly falter, and I struggled to keep my reaction from showing.
He was undeniably attractive—fit, confident, the kind of guy I’d been drawn to all term—and that had definitely sparked something in me earlier.
I tried to recover, to focus on what I had liked about him—he was still charming, still good-looking—but the mood had changed for me.
Part of me felt a little guilty, knowing he hadn’t really done anything wrong, it just wasn’t clicking the way I’d built it up in my head.
He was still clearly very eager, which only made the whole situation feel more awkward for me. I tried to keep things easygoing, and decided the least I could do is jerk him off, given his little baby dick was already in my hand.
It ended surprisingly quickly—almost impressively so—but it also left me a bit taken aback.
I wasn’t quite sure how to react, caught somewhere between sympathy and secondhand embarrassment, trying to stay kind without letting my disappointment show too much.
I’m just glad he didn’t get any of his load on my outfit.
He asked for my number as I was getting ready to leave, still hopeful, like maybe this could turn into something more. I hesitated for a moment but then told him it wasn’t going to happen.
He looked a bit confused and asked why, and I kept it simple—just said I didn’t feel that kind of connection with him.
It wasn’t meant to be harsh, just honest. There was a brief pause, that slightly awkward silence where neither of us really knew what to say next.
I gathered my things and headed for the door, aware of him still standing there, probably replaying everything in his head.
As I walked out, I carried myself with a bit of confidence. The sun was shining through the windows and I made sure he got a good look at my ass.
An ass he’ll never touch. I’m sorry, I just can’t catch feelings for someone with a baby dick.
Chris had the idea for the couples costume — Top Gun — and I was definitely on board.
There’s something about putting on a flight suit that just shifts your energy.
I’ve been so locked into training and coursework lately that I’ve barely let myself breathe. Tonight I’m not thinking about any of that.
I’m just ready to let loose.
Then my phone lit up, it’s Jake — he has my number from the swim team group chat — asking if I’m coming tonight.
I stared at the message for a second longer than I should have.
I stare at myself in the mirror. I look good, but it’s halloween – a girl’s chance to dress like a complete slut and get away with it.
And now Jake’s coming. His text sent a chill of excitement through my body.
I went back to my wardrobe and pulled out a bodysuit that I had been saving for a special ocassion.
This definitely makes more of a statement. It fits like a second skin — all those early mornings in the pool have their payoff.
Jake texted again asking what I was wearing. I stared at the message and felt my pussy get a little bit wet.
I felt Chris glance over my shoulder and I tilted the screen away, telling him it was one of the girls asking what I had on.
He didn’t push it. I typed back: “Something dark. Find me x” — and hit send before I could second-guess it.
I slipped into the club and made a beeline for the bar, positioning myself beside Chris as the music thumped through the room.
He was still complaining that I hadn’t committed to the Top Gun costume like he had for the Halloween party.
I laughed it off, nudging him lightly. “Sorry, hun, I just wasn’t feeling it,” I said, though my attention was already drifting.
I kept scanning the crowd, half-listening as more of our friends trickled in, still no sign of Jake.
Chris had launched into a long explanation about his coursework, something he was clearly passionate about, his voice animated over the noise, but it all blurred into the background.
I nodded along absentmindedly until suddenly I realised Jake was right next to us.
My stomach flipped, butterflies rushing in all at once. “Oh hey! Hey guys, this is my new friend Jake from swimming,” I said quickly, stepping over to Chris and wrapping him in a hug so Jake might feel jealous.
“And this is my boyfriend, Chris.”
“Let’s go dance!” I said, breaking the moment, and the group immediately cheered in agreement
Chris put his hand out to me with an expectant smile. I paused for a second, staring at him with a blank expression, weighing it, the guilt of what I was about to do already flickering somewhere in the back of my mind.
I turned, took Jake’s hand instead, and led him straight to the dancefloor.
The music swallowed us up as the crowd closed in, and I felt that strange mix of emotions all at once—guilty, a little reckless, but mostly just excited.
More than anything, I just wanted Jake to hold me tonight.
Jake’s hands settled on me, and I leaned in without thinking, my heart racing, butterflies flooding my chest in waves.
I could feel the weight of Chris’s eyes on me from somewhere behind us, though, and for a second it flickered in my mind, but it didn’t pull me away.
If anything, it made everything feel more intense. I was caught up in it—his closeness, the heat of the room, the thrill of doing exactly what I wanted—and I could feel the excitement buzzing through me, and my pussy was starting to get wet underneath this tight bodysuit.
When we made our way back to the bar, the shift in energy was immediate.
Chris turned to me, clearly annoyed, and started having a go at me for embarrassing him in front of everyone. His words came out sharp, cutting through the noise, but I didn’t interrupt.
I just stood there, staring at him, letting him get it all out. When he finally stopped, waiting for some kind of reaction, I didn’t argue back or explain myself.
Instead, I reached out, took his hand, and without saying a word, started leading him toward the bathroom.
I sat him down, pulled of his pants so his little pecker was out.
It was rock hard, typical.
“You don’t get to boss me around,” I said, meeting his eyes so he knew I meant it.
“And I’m not okay with you having a go at me like that in front of everyone.” I paused for a second, letting it land.
“If you’re feeling jealous, that’s on you—keep it to yourself. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
I was holding his little dick whilst saying all of this.
I wanted to get this over with and get back to the night, so I pulled him toward the edge of the bath by his cock. He followed.
The tension between us still hanging in the air. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice so it stayed just between us. “If you’ve got something to say to me,” I whispered, calm but firm, “you say it to me—not in front of everyone else. And you don’t get to decide what I do or who I dance with.”
I started jerking him slowly whilst continuing, “Oh, and if you behave yourself like a good little boy, I’ll even let you watch Jake rip of my clothes and fuck me tonight.”
Just saying that made me a little wet.
And, of course, Chris blew his load instantly.
He squirmed like a little boy, red with embarassment and cum dripping down his little dick.
I left him in the bathroom alone to clean up his mess while I went back to the party.
Back at the bar, Jake was gone.
I pulled out my phone, hesitated for a second, then typed, “Where did you go?” and slipped it back into my hand, trying not to stare at the screen.
I waited a bit before checking it again.
His reply eventually came through: “I felt like I should go… Chris seemed upset and it was getting awkward.”
I was furious.
I read it twice, exhaled slowly, then typed back, “Oh right, fair.” I paused, thumbs hovering, then added, “Where are you now?” before locking my phone again.
The music carried on around me—loud, messy, everyone else fully in it—but I felt slightly outside of it, like I’d stepped half a pace back.
A minute passed. Maybe two.
Chris returned from the bathroom more quiet than usual. I do not want to go home with him tonight.
I opened my camera, angled it just right, and took a quick selfie—nothing too posed, just enough. I looked at it for a second, then sent it to Jake with a caption, “I’m yours tonight if you want me x”
His reply came quicker this time.
“I’m at another bar now, but sure I’ll have you.”
Cocky prick, but it worked. I keep staring at his message. It turned me on so much how casual he was about it.
Like he could walk up to any girl and “have them”, which he probably could. I really couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
I sent him the address to my dorm with, “Midnight. Don’t be late x”.
My heart kicked a little, but I kept my expression neutral, like none of it was a big deal. I slipped my phone back into my hand, checked it once, then again a few seconds later despite myself.
Then his reply came through, “Deal.”
It was getting close to midnight now, and I turned to Chris who was sitting down in front of me, so I was leaning over him. He saw me texting earlier, and probably guessed what I was up to.
“I need some money for a taxi.” My voice was steady, almost too casual. He didn’t question it—just handed it over.
And just like that, I left.
When I finally got back to mine, all I could think about was when Jake would arrive. It was impossible to relax with the thoughts racing through my head, checking my phone, then looking toward the door again.
Every sound outside made my heart jump for a second before settling again. Time felt slower, stretched out, and I kept wondering how long it would take.
I felt the need to wrap my legs around something, anything, and grabbed the nearest pillow. I stared at the door, which I left open, willing Jake into the room.
When it finally opened, it suddenly crossed my mind that it could be Chris.
But thank god it wasn’t. When Jake walked in, he just stood there and stared at me.
I can’t believe this is actually happening. I feel guilty that this is no longer a fantasy I was playing with Chris anymore – Jake is here and he’s going to fuck me.
I’m a nervous wreck, mixed with emotions of guilt, lust, and nerves in my stomach, but I refused to let it show.
I slowly turned on all fours, “Where do you want me daddy?”
He could see I was dripping wet already,
“Right there” he said.
He stripped off all his clothes slowly, and I took a good look at his naked body. Wow!… I knew he was packing. I turned giddy with excitement.
He slapped his massive cock on my ass, and I could feel the weight of it. I could feel the girth of it throbbing between my butt cheeks.
He was teasing me, and he was in full control.
Finally, he entered me. Slowly stretching me out with his thick, throbbing thunder cock.
I moaned, “Oh, it’s so big daddy!”
Time stood still. I wanted this moment to last forever. I thought it might hurt so I had lube at the ready, but my pussy was so wet that we didn’t need it.
Jake started picking up the pace, very slowly.
I let out soft moans whilst he took his time. He was still teasing me. I think he still was only half way in, but I needed new bedsheets already.
Suddenly, Chris appeared at the door.
At the exact same time, Jake rammed me from behind whilst I screamed, “Oh, god!”
A pang of guilt entered my chest, as I saw Chris at the door, helpless. He looked like he was on the verge of crying and I felt really bad, but this was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life and I didn’t want anything to ruin it.
Since Jake didn’t even notice, I tried not to let anything show, and we carried on fucking for a bit.
Chris just stood there watching. Even though Jake didn’t notice I felt like it was ruining the mood.
I couldn’t ignore it any longer, so I got up and told Jake to stay where he was, and took Chris out into the hallway.
“Look,” I said, “I know I told you that you could watch if you were a good little boy but I’ve changed my mind. Not tonight”.
My guilt and sympathy had quickly turned into anger, “I’m going to lock the door.
“You can either lean on the door and listen like a pathetic little cuck, or fuck off”.
I had a feeling he’d choose the first option.
What on earth has come over me? I’ve never been so mean, but I also felt empowered. This is my body, and I can do whatever I want with it. And tonight, I’m letting Jake do whatever he wants with it.
I was pleased to see Jake was still hard when I got back inside the dorm room and locked the door. He’s so patient like that.
I straddle him whilst admiring the size of huge throbbing man dick. It’s almost the size of my torso!
Hoping Chris is still outside listening, I say “Oh my, your cock is massive!”
“It must be twice the size of my boyfriend’s”
He made some cocky joke I couldn’t remember, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
I started sucking his giant dick, but I wasn’t sure how this was going to work.
I said, “I can barely fit it in my mouth”.
He said we should try another position, and slowly slid into reverse cowgirl.
I was still dripping wet but it was quite a squeeze getting him all the way in me.
Things escalated quickly, and he took me into a Full Nelson position. It was so hot.
I squirted so hard that I got it all over the floor, and noticed some of it landed on Chris’s clothes that he left here yesterday.
He turned me to my side and started spoon-fucking me.
I let out a little squirt and moaned, “Oh, yes daddy!”
I wanted to try all positions and for the night to go on forever.
He showed no signs of slowing down.
I turned over so I could climb ontop of him, and I could feel his giant member on my stomach as we got into position.
I wish everyone had a dick like his.
We held hands so I could steady myself as I rode him.
I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. I can’t believe how much I’ve squirted tonight, and I was getting close again…
I could feel everything. His girth. His length. His throbbing veins inside my wet pussy.
I’m going to be super loose for a few days after this. I wonder if I’ll even feel Chris entering me. And whether he was still outside listening…
I moaned, “Oh, daddy, it’s so big!” as I squirted yet again.
He flipped me back as I continued to squirt. I was helpless. He was in full control.
And he knew it, the cocky prick. With a smirk on his face he watched me squirm like his good little slut.
And just like that, he pulled out and blew his load all over me.
I got on all fours and asked if he had anymore for me.
He did. He stroked his cock a bit more and aimed for my face.
I said, “You can have me whenever you want.”
A smirk appeared across his face. “I know,” he said.
The arrogance of this freshman – he must be five years younger than Chris!
He picked up his things and left my room butt naked without so much as a goodbye, and I saw him pass Chris on his way out with a big smile across his face.
Chris entered the room and sat on the bed. He was on the verge of tears, but I really needed to clean up a bit.
“Sorry baby, I’ll be with you in one minute. There’s so much cum everywhere. That man’s a monster!”
I cleaned up, got into my pink silk robe, and sat on the bed.
Chris was really upset but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. This was the greatest night of my life, let’s be honest.
This was definitely a fork in the road.
Either Chris would accept his fate as a cuckold and get on with it, or we’d break up.
I love Chris. He’s kind, he’s sweet, and he buys me things. I didn’t want to break up. And I didn’t want to argue, so I presented him with a choice.
I spread my legs and said, “don’t worry baby, you can still lick me out.”
“Oh, and mommy missed a spot.”
I stood up and Chris went to work like a good little cuck.
I’m the fastest swimmer on the women’s team and the captain, so showing up to tryouts is basically mandatory — part of the job.
I shouldn’t have been nervous, but for some reason I was. There was this low hum of anxiety I couldn’t quite shake. A new girl, a freshman, walked in. She was walking around like she owned the pool deck. No hesitation, no jitters, just pure confidence radiating off her.
She dove in, and I watched from the lane next to her. When the times went up, she had beaten my score. I stood there staring at the board for a moment, trying to process it. I didn’t let it show on my face, but honestly? I was disheartened.
That hasn’t happened in a long time.
Then her boyfriend walked in.
Wow, this man was gorgeous… was hard to ignore. Tall, broad-shouldered, with this quiet confidence that filled the room without him trying.
I caught myself wondering how she had managed to land him.
I’ve been dating Chris, who is genuinely a good guy, but something between us just hasn’t been clicking lately and I can’t quite put my finger on why. Chris is older than me, but somehow he doesn’t really carry himself like a man — there’s a softness there that I’ve been noticing more and more.
This freshman, though, had something different. He was tall. Handsome. Strong. And you could just tell he was confident, overly so… and I could see by the bulge in his swmming trunks why that might be.
When our eyes met across the pool deck, I felt a little rush of something — actual tingles — which I was not expecting.
Someone introduced us poolside, and I went straight for the hug. Perhaps a bit inappropriate when we’re both in swimwear, but something lept over me and I couldn’t help it.
The second my arms were around him I felt butterflies go absolutely wild. We held there for a moment too long, come to think of it.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see both Chris and Jake’s girlfriend were watching.
We chatted for a few minutes after that — small talk about the team, the tryouts — but I was barely tracking the words. I was just hyper-aware of how close we were standing, of the warmth coming off him after the swim.
Thank god my swimming costume was already wet, because my pussy was dripping at this point. Wow! Just putting his arms around me, I was already out of control.
When Chris and I got back to my dorm that evening, I was still buzzing — restless in a way I couldn’t really explain to him.
I looked at him, and wondered for a second if he was jealous of Jake and me flirting earlier. He definitely noticed.
I also wondered if he could sense how horny I had become.
He must have picked up on the energy because things quickly shifted, and we ended up making out.
It was nice. It was familiar. But even as it was happening, some part of my mind was somewhere else entirely.
When we slipped into our usual routine and I pulled out his dick, I suddenly realised what was missing in this relationship.
Chris puts a lot of effort into pleasuring me – he’s great with his hands and mouth. And I do love him, I think. But I’ve never had an orgasm with his little pencil dick inside me.
I’d love to know what that feels like. I reminded myself of the massive bulge in Jake’s swim trunks… I even felt it press into my thigh when we were hugging.
It turned me on so much. His dick must be twice the size of Chris’.
I could tell Chris was super horny as he stared back at me with his little dick erect in my hand.
He had no idea of the fantasy that was playing in my head.
The fantasy didn’t last long.
Chris ejaculated in almost record time, and I was actually quite frustrated – angry, even, at him. I said if he’s gonna cum that fast like a little boy then he has to return the favour.
I stood up, pushed his head down, close my eyes, and my mind wanders…
Chris does a good job down there, which makes up for what he’s lacking, at least to some extent.
But I wish it was Jake here right now.
Gosh! What’s gotten over me? This cocky freshman walks in, and he’s got me all flustered!
But I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m getting so wet. His strong arms. His handsome devilish smile. His six-pack. His massive bulge…
My legs start shaking and I squirt a little, and I moan, “Oh, Jake”
Chris backed off immediately, he was pissed…
I’ve never squirted with Chris before, so I thought he’d be pleased at least.
But he started screaming at me. I know I shouldn’t have moaned Jake’s name, and I apologised – that was a mistake.
Whoops.
But this was getting out of hand, I’ve never seen Chris this angry.
He says, “Oh, and I saw you two flirting at the pool. Don’t try and deny it!”
I wasn’t denying it.
I should have felt bad, but I found myself getting a bit fed up of his shouting.
I stood there, hands on hips, waiting for him to finish.
He finally lowered his tone a bit, which I appreciate.
He said, in a softer, saddened tone, “all this time you’ve just been thinking about Jake fucking you.”
I couldn’t help myself but as soon as he said that, the image of Jake having his way with me entered my mind so vividly, and I squirted again.
I couldn’t control it.
I just stood there in the middle of the room, squirting at the thought. My legs started shaking and I lost my balance a bit.
What’s gotten over me!? This was wild. I was head-over-heels for someone I had just met. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly.
As mad as Chris’ face looked, somehow I knew this turned him like crazy.
And sure enough as I looked down, I saw his little dick was rock hard.
Our fight didn’t last long – he still looked angry, no doubt. But he was more horny than angry and we both knew it.
He’d love to see Jake plough me, let’s be honest.
I threw him back onto the bed and climbed into position, “You want mommy to make it up to you?”
We agreed that he could fuck me, but only if I could carry on thinking about Jake.
This was a new rush of excitement, watching him squirm with jealousy but unable to control his little pecker or his dirty mind.
We were both fantasising about Jake shoving his massive cock inside me. What a rush!
I wonder if Chris would want to hide in the cupboard and watch.
What’s gotten over me!? This was all happening so suddenly. The shift in dynamic. I was becoming a complete bitch and turning my boyfriend into a pathetic cuckold.
When his little pencil dick was inside me, I taunted him with a soft moan, “Oh Jake, it’s so big”
Got him. He cums all over his little cock almost instantly, and flushes red with embarassment.
I smile back at him, knowing full well who’s in charge of this relationship now.
