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The next day was a much-needed Saturday, allowing us to sleep in after the late and crazy night before. In the afternoon, Hannah and I made our way to the sports complex for our first netball training session.

After an awesome, sweaty and exhilarating practice, we headed back to the changing rooms, only to realise it was a communal space. Surrounded by girls stripping down and heading for the large communal showers, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of curiosity and self-consciousness. The sight of so many gorgeous bodies, bouncing breasts and enticing bushes had me both intrigued and overwhelmed.

While I was a bit more reserved about undressing, Hannah, true to her exhibitionist nature, didn’t hesitate to showcase her assets, confidently moving around the changing room completely naked and uninhibited. My cheeks flushed with arousal, and I discreetly tried to manage the intense horniness I was feeling. I kept tensing my thighs, desperately seeking even a little relief amidst the sea of captivating sights.

Trying not to stare at anyone, I quickly joined Hannah in the showers, where the water provided a welcome distraction from the alluring bodies around us. As the water cascaded down, I couldn’t help but steal glances at my friend, admiring her carefree attitude. And her enormous tits. She seemed completely unfazed, making me feel a mix of awe and envy at her confidence. I couldn’t help but think of how she looked last night fucking those two boys.

I hoped no one could sense the overwhelming excitement that coursed through me, nor the tingling desire that seemed to pulse in every fibre of my being.

Finishing up and getting dressed again, I finally managed to regain some semblance of normalcy. As we left the changing rooms, I couldn’t help but laugh at the wild experience we had just navigated. But I was once again now desperate for sex.

Needing a break from the sporting activities, we decided to head back up to the student union for a much-needed cold beer. As we sat at a table, chatting and enjoying our drinks, the unexpected happened. Suddenly, Chris, the post-grad I had indulged with in the secret office tryst last night, casually sat down next to us with a friendly greeting. “Hi ladies!” he said cheerfully.

Surprised to see him there, I tried to conceal my immediate flush of excitement. Hannah looked amused, probably noticing my reaction, as she gave Chris a knowing smile. Despite my initial surprise, I found myself feeling drawn to the memories of our passionate encounter. The thrill of being with someone more experienced had left an indelible mark, and now he sat before me, the catalyst for a whirlwind of emotions.

“Hey, Chris,” I responded, attempting to sound nonchalant. “Fancy meeting you here. This is my friend Hannah.”

Hannah greeted him warmly, a knowing twinkle in her eye. “Nice to meet you, Chris,” she said, suppressing a grin. “Carrie has told me a bit about your… encounter last night.”

I felt my face turn red with embarrassment, and I nudged Hannah playfully to keep quiet.

Chris, ever the charmer, chuckled at our banter. “Well, it was a memorable night,” he said, flashing a flirtatious smile at me. “Carrie certainly knows how to have a good time.”

Hannah raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Oh, she really does.”

“So, how was the rest of your night?” Chris asked, casually taking a sip of his drink.

Hannah and I exchanged a knowing look before she responded with a playful grin. “Oh, you know, just some late-night adventures back in my room. The usual for us.”

His eyebrows arched, curiosity dancing in his eyes. “Late-night adventures, huh? Sounds intriguing.”

I chuckled, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “Well, it was definitely… eventful,” I replied, the memory of our escapades from the previous night lingering in the back of my mind.

Chris leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “Care to share any details?”

Hannah and I exchanged a brief glance, contemplating how much we should reveal. She took the lead, sharing a few playful hints without divulging too much. “Let’s just say it involved two cute boys, some spontaneity and a dash of daring exploration.”

Chris looked intrigued, his eyes locked on mine. “Sounds like my kind of adventure,” he said with a grin.

As the conversation flowed, Chris casually mentioned his plans for the rest of the afternoon – going back to his flat to relax. Giving me a flirty glance, he asked if I wanted to join him. The twinkle in his eye made it clear what he had in mind, and I felt a rush of desire between my legs.

The idea of spending some intimate time alone with Chris was undeniably tempting, and a wave of excitement washed over me. I could feel my heart beating faster as I considered the possibilities of what the afternoon might hold.

Hannah gave me a playful wink. “Go on babe, go and have some fun.” she said, nudging me in the direction of Chris, and then lowering her voice to a stage whisper but still so Chris could hear “Get him to make you squirt again”.

“Hannah!” I exclaimed, embarrassed by her as usual.

I stood up from the table, my heart pounding with anticipation. With one last smile at Hannah, I followed Chris as we made our way out of the student union and towards his flat. The walk felt electric, the air charged with a sense of adventure and desire.

***

Back at Chris’s place, there was no need for pretence. We headed straight to the bedroom and playfully made out on the bed. Chris was an incredible kisser, and with each touch and kiss, my desire to be intimate with him grew. We were in no rush, enjoying the moment as we undressed and teased each other along the way.

Soon, we both lay naked on the bed, and I gently stroked Chris’s impressive cock. With a playful smirk, I couldn’t withstand bringing up our conversation from before, “So, you’ve had a lot of girls suck your cock then?”

Chris chuckled, teasingly defending himself, “Well, I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve been at Uni for six years, and sometimes I can’t resist the naughty girls.”

Laughing, I quipped, “So it’s all the naughty girls’ fault, huh?”

“Hah, yeah. I’m just an innocent boy going about my lawful business, and they keep begging to suck my cock.” he joked.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I playfully suggested, “So if you’ve had a lot of blowjobs, do you want to give me a lesson in how to do it well?”

Raising an eyebrow, Chris entertained the idea, “Well, I’m hardly an expert, but I can tell you what I like.”

Willing to learn from him, I moved down to his impressive length, the biggest I had seen. He guided me as I followed his instructions, slowly licking up the shaft before taking it into my mouth. He directed me to hold the shaft and massage his balls, offering tips along the way.

“Try to get as much as you can in your mouth,” he encouraged, and I did my best to follow his lead. As I attempted to take him deeper, I gagged slightly, but he reassured me, “Don’t worry, it takes a bit of practice.”

Continuing to explore new territory, Chris added, “And for a bonus point, you could put a finger in my ass.”

My eyes widened at the suggestion, but my adventurous spirit was up for anything. With his guidance, I gently touched the tight ring of muscles, and he passed me some lube from his bedside table. Slowly, I eased my finger inside him, and he moaned in pleasure.

Encouraged by his response, I increased my pace with my other hand and mouth, eliciting more moans from him as I pushed my finger further in. It was thrilling to know I was making him feel so good.

“Stop, stop,” he said urgently, catching his breath and I stopped what I was doing. “That was close. I almost went past the point of no return.” He chuckled, adding, “That was incredible, definitely an A* performance, but I don’t want to come yet. The whole afternoon is still ahead of us.”

Feeling emboldened by our playful exploration, I gazed into Chris’s eyes, my desire evident in my voice. “You know,” I said, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, “I really loved it last night when you made me squirt. Could you do it again?”

Chris’s eyes sparkled with intrigue, clearly enjoying the request. “Oh, I’d love to,” he replied, his voice filled with anticipation.

With excitement building between us, I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs invitingly. Chris positioned himself between my thighs, his fingers teasingly tracing patterns along my inner thighs, inching closer to my throbbing core. His touch sent shivers of pleasure through me, and I gasped with arousal.

He began to caress my folds gently, slowly building up the intensity of his touch. His fingers danced across my sensitive clit, and I moaned, arching my back in response. I was already dripping with desire, and his expert touch only fueled the fire within me.

Using his other hand, he spread my lips, once again enjoying looking deep inside me. He slid a finger in and my body trembled with pleasure. His touch was skilled and confident, sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn’t help but grip the bed sheets tightly as I felt myself drawing nearer to the edge of ecstasy.

He skillfully curled his finger upward again, targeting my sensitive g-spot with precision. I gasped as the pleasure intensified, my back arching off the bed, desperate for more.

“You like that?” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my breath hitching as I felt the pleasure building within me.

Encouraged by my response, Chris added another finger, stretching me deliciously. His fingers moved in a rhythmic motion, hitting that sweet spot inside me with each stroke. My body responded eagerly, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

The room filled with the sounds of our passionate encounter, our gasps and moans mingling in the air. I could feel the heat between us, the intensity of the moment enveloping us both.

As the pleasure grew, I felt my walls clenching around his fingers, a telltale sign that I was close to climaxing. Sensing my impending release, Chris quickened his pace, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

As the familiar tingling sensation built within me, I could feel my body responding in anticipation. There was a distinctive wet sound as I became even more aroused, my excitement evident.

And then it happened. As the pleasure reached its peak, I felt an intense pressure building inside me, a sensation I had come to recognize as the precursor to squirting. My walls clamped around his fingers, and with a powerful surge, a rush of liquid gushed out from me, soaking Chris’s hand and the sheets beneath me.

I gasped in surprise and delight, my body convulsing with the force of the release. It was an indescribable feeling, a mixture of pleasure, euphoria, and a deep connection to my own sensuality. Chris watched in awe, his eyes locked on the sight before him, as he continued to stimulate me through the waves of pleasure.

Without letting me rest, Chris carried on, his fingers skillfully pressing my g-spot. I felt the sensation building again, another wave of pleasure crashing over me. It was as if my body had discovered a newfound ability to experience pleasure like never before.

My moans of delight filled the room, mingling with his encouraging whispers.

And then it happened once more. With a surge of liquid, I squirted again, soaking the sheets even more. The physical release only adding to the euphoria of the moment. My body trembled with ecstasy, and I gripped the sheets tightly, lost in the throes of pleasure.

Chris never faltered, his touch unwavering as he continued to coax every ounce of pleasure from me. Each time he brought me to the edge, I felt like I was soaring, weightless and consumed by bliss.

The cycle repeated – the pleasure building, the tingling sensation taking over, and then the powerful release of my body’s response. I squirted like that five or six times until Chris finally withdrew his fingers and kissed me.

“Fuck!” I gasped, my body still tingling from the intense experience. “That was amazing.”

Chris chuckled softly, his eyes filled with admiration and satisfaction. “You’re incredible, Carrie,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.

Chris leaned in to kiss me again, his lips soft and warm against mine. The taste of our shared pleasure lingered on his tongue, and the intimacy of the moment filled my heart with joy.

***

Once I’d got my breath back, I rolled on top of him and started rubbing my clit on his hard cock. “And now I want you to fuck me.” I told him.

He reached for the condoms, but I stopped him with a playful grin. “Will you fuck me without? I want to feel you cum in me,” I said, my heart pounding with anticipation,

A smile spread across his face as he nodded in agreement. I took hold of his shaft, guiding him into my wet and willing cunt. A moan escaped my lips as I slowly slid down, feeling him fill me completely.

Knowing I was once again being a naughty girl, I wanted to hear it. “Tell me how naughty I am” I whispered.

Chris understood what I needed and started telling me things I wanted to hear. Things like “You naughty little slut.” and “I’m going to fill your slutty cunt with my cum”.

The dirty words and the sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, and I began to move, riding him with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Each thrust brought us closer, igniting a fire of pleasure that consumed us both.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding me in perfect harmony with his movements. We moved as one, lost in the intoxicating dance of passion. With every thrust, I felt the pleasure building, the sensations sending me higher and higher.

I leaned forward, my hands resting on his chest for support and enabling me to grind my clit on him. Our bodies moved in sync, a symphony of pleasure and desire. I could feel the intensity building, the inevitable release approaching.

His eyes locked onto mine, “You dirty little slut” he whispered and in that moment I came hard again. I cried out, my body convulsing with ecstasy. I collapsed on top of him and he held me tight.

When I had recovered, he asked “Do you want to try something new, naughty girl?”.

“Yes, please,” I whispered, willing to explore new sensations with him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop though,” he said, his concern for my comfort was sexy.

With him still inside me, he moved his hand to my ass, and with my own wetness as lube, he gently rubbed his finger around my tight, puckered asshole. A soft moan escaped my lips as I felt the gentle pressure against a sensitive and uncharted territory.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I told him, surprised by the pleasure coursing through me.

Encouraged by my response, he applied a bit more pressure, slowly easing his finger inside. I gasped at the unexpected sensation, a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. He continued to move his finger in gentle circles, coaxing me to relax and embrace this new experience.

As I adjusted to the intrusion, the initial discomfort transformed into a rush of pleasure. The dual sensations of him inside me and his finger exploring a forbidden realm sent shivers of delight through my body.

His finger moved with expert precision, teasing and pleasuring me simultaneously. I was captivated by the overwhelming sensations, my body responding to every touch, every stroke.

With each stroke, waves of pleasure cascaded through me, starting from the point of contact and rippling outward, enveloping my entire being in a euphoric haze. I gasped and moaned, my breaths becoming erratic as I became lost in the intensity of the sensations he was conjuring.

His finger danced and swirled, alternating between feather-light caresses and firmer strokes that made me arch my back with desire. The contrast of his touch sent my senses into overdrive, amplifying every feeling until I was on the brink of sensory overload.

My body seemed to have a mind of its own, instinctively responding to his every movement. I rocked my hips in sync with his rhythm, seeking more of that mesmerising pleasure. The sensation of his skilled fingers delving deeper into my core sent a surge of electricity through me. I let out a low, guttural moan, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through my veins.

As he inserted another finger, stretching me deliciously, a wave of euphoria washed over me. My muscles clenched around his fingers, embracing the intrusion with willing acceptance. The exquisite pressure, combined with his rhythmic movements, brought me to the edge of another precipice, ready to plunge into an abyss of pleasure once more.

I arched my back, pressing my body closer to his, wanting to be as close to him as feasible. Our eyes locked in a fiery gaze, connecting on a level beyond words. It was a language of desire and passion, unspoken but deeply understood. I could see the hunger in his eyes, mirroring my own, as we both sought to lose ourselves in this electrifying moment.

With every movement of his fingers, my pleasure intensified, pushing me to new heights of arousal. I felt the tingling sensation building, the telltale sign that I was on the verge of an intense release. My breath hitched, and I clung to him, needing his touch to push me over the edge.

“Chris,” I gasped, my voice a mere whisper, “don’t stop.”

He met my plea with an willing intensity, increasing the pace of his movements. My body responded in kind, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within me until I could no longer hold back. I let go, surrendering to the sensations that overwhelmed me.

A powerful wave of ecstasy crashed over me, enveloping me in a shroud of pleasure. I cried out his name, my voice a symphony of pleasure and desire. My body convulsed with the force of my release, and I clung to him, feeling the tremors of pleasure echoing through him as well. And unexpectedly, I squirted again, gushing all over his body in a torrent of release.

As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, leaving my body tingling and my heart racing, I found myself whispering, “That was absolutely incredible and intense.” A contented smile played on my lips as I looked into Chris’s eyes, still feeling the lingering euphoria from our passionate encounter. His face beamed with a mix of satisfaction and admiration, and he gently brushed a strand of hair away from my flushed cheeks.

“You know,” Chris said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, “this isn’t something I do with just anyone. There’s something about you, Carrie. You’re different.”

His words warmed my heart, and I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity behind his gaze. “You’re different too,” I said, my voice equally tender. “I’ve never felt so comfortable and free with anyone.”

“But, you haven’t cum yet,” I said, a playful glint in my eyes. “How do you wanna do it?”

“Missionary,” he replied confidently, his desire evident in his voice. “I wanna see your face.”

With excitement building, we shifted into position. I lay on my back, eagerly awaiting his touch, while Chris positioned himself above me. His strong hands gently caressed my skin as he slid his hard dick inside me, and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips.

We moved together in a slow, steady rhythm, savouring the intimacy of the moment. Our bodies were perfectly in sync, each movement building the pleasure between us.

As I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, Chris’s hands cupped my face, his fingers tenderly caressing my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

I smiled, feeling a rush of affection for this man who had brought such passion into my life. “And you’re amazing,” I replied, my voice soft and breathless.

His movements grew more urgent, the intensity building as we both approached the edge of ecstasy. I could feel the familiar tingling sensation building within me, and I knew I was close to reaching the peak of pleasure once again.

Chris’s eyes never left mine as he thrust deeper and faster, driving us both towards the brink. With one final gasp, I felt the powerful release wash over me, and my body trembled with pleasure.

He continued to move, relentless in his pursuit of our shared pleasure. I watched as his face contorted with desire, his own climax imminent. The sight of him lost in the throes of pleasure only intensified my own, and I tightened my grip on him, urging him on.

“I’m close,” he groaned, his voice filled with longing. He drove deeper, chasing his own moment of bliss, his eyes locked on mine. “Cum in me!” I told him again.

And then it happened. With a final gasp, Chris found his peak, his body trembling with the force of his release. I watched in awe as he surrendered to the pleasure, his face contorted with desire.

I felt the warmth of his release inside me. He buried his face in my neck, his body shuddering as he rode the waves of ecstasy.

We lay there, our bodies intertwined, catching our breath as we basked in the afterglow of our mutual pleasure. Our hearts were still racing, and the room was filled with the sweet scent of our passion.

After a few moments of silence, Chris lifted his head and looked into my eyes, a tender smile on his lips. “That was incredible,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

My time with Chris that afternoon had been unlike my other encounters. It was less frantic and wild, instead, we took our time, exploring each other in a deeper, more intimate way. Despite the slower pace, the passion was no less intense.

As I bid farewell at his door, our lips meeting in a lingering kiss, I couldn’t help but whisper, “I’d like to see you again.” He responded with a smile, affirming, “Same here.”

Walking back to my own flat, I felt a mixture of emotions stirring within me. It was more than just the usual lust I felt for someone. There was a connection, a spark that had ignited between us, leaving me yearning for more. The wondered of seeing Chris again thrilled me, and I knew there was something special about the bond we had formed.

***

There is one more thing to report from that night. After a few drinks at the student union we all crashed quite early. In the middle of the night I awoke, desperate for a drink and decided to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I made my way down the corridor, I heard some muffled noises coming from the kitchen. Curious, I tiptoed closer and peeked through the slightly open door.

Carefully peeking through the slightly ajar kitchen door, my eyes widened at the sight before me. There, on the sofa in the corner of the kitchen were Dave and Leah. Dave was seated on the sofa, his trousers and underwear pulled down around his ankles, while Leah straddled him. Her skirt was hiked up over her bottom, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

In a mesmerising display, Dave’s hands were firmly grasping Leah’s ass, holding it spread open to reveal the darker skin around her perfect little asshole. My heart raced with excitement as I watched every explicit detail of their erotic encounter. The glistening lips of Leah’s cunt stretched around Dave’s gigantic cock, taking him deep inside her with each fervent thrust.

Leah rode him with abandon, lifting herself up to let only the tip of his cock remain inside her, before plunging back down to take him in fully. Her exposed breasts and voluminous blonde hair both bounced freely as she moved, adding to the raw sensuality of the scene. The combination of their uninhibited passion and the explicit view before me sent a surge of heat through my body, igniting a desire I couldn’t ignore.

Feeling a sudden ache of arousal between my own legs, I couldn’t withstand the temptation to touch myself. In the dim light of the kitchen, wearing only my knickers and an oversized t-shirt, I let my hand wander inside my underwear. Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside me, and then three, as I sought to mimic the sensations Leah must be experiencing.

My own fingers delved deeper, stretching and exploring my own wetness as the pleasure built within me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight before me—the sight of Leah and Dave lost in their passion, the sounds of their pleasure echoing in the air, and the undeniable connection I felt to the erotic scene unfolding right in front of me.

My mind was intoxicated with desire, my body responding eagerly to every touch. The explicit view of Leah’s stretched cunt wrapped around Dave’s thick cock was imprinted in my mind, fueling my arousal to new heights. My breath hitched as I brought myself closer to the edge, the excitement of the forbidden moment adding to the intensity of my pleasure.

As I continued to pleasure myself, I could feel the waves of ecstasy building, ready to crash over me just as they were crashing over Leah. And then I came, somehow managing to stifle any sound.

But as quickly as the waves of pleasure had surged, they began to recede. My body trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and I watched as Leah and Dave’s continued to fuck oblivious to my presence.

With my heart pounding and my body still tingling from the intensity of my own release, I quietly retreated from the kitchen, leaving Leah and Dave to their passion. Back in my room, I lay on my bed, my mind still filled with the explicit images I had witnessed.

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