More Student Memories
I wrote about my life as a student, the only girl sharing a house with three guys a few days ago. I was amazed by the response and likes; many thanks; I fully expected to get some abuse and condemnation. To recap, I was nineteen years old at university and being bullied in my first uni residence, so I moved out into another house with three guys. I was initially treated like a little sister, but then I had sex with one and then the other two one evening. Three years with no action and then three guys in one night!! From that night on, I kind of became the wife of the house, and for the next six months, allowed the guys to ‘have me’ pretty much whenever they wanted. Read Student Days by Hermione Granger for all the details.
I thought I’d share a couple of more experiences during that mad year, as most appeared to enjoy the first batch. Where to start, though?? Well, summer and hot days were always interesting. The three guys seemed to wake up with hard cocks, and I’d often have a procession knocks on my bedroom to ‘help them out’ One particular morning, between 7 am and 8 am, I was fucked by all three of my special guys. Later that morning, I recall sitting in a lecture hall and having to excuse myself to go to the loo to put a pad on as my poor pussy was still leaking from the morning activities.
David was the geek of the house, quiet, reserved, shy however probably had the brightest mind. I suspect he somewhat fell in love with me that year; although I had the least sex with him, it was the best. Greg and Simon were forever fucking me whilst David less often. Most of the time, I had jeans, T-shirts, sweatshirts etc., on; however, a couple of times, I dressed up, and that’s when David came to life. My parents were coming over with my grandmother one Sunday to have lunch together as a family. I was wearing a white and yellow summer dress, high heels etc. David came downstairs and, without any warning, just got on his knees and put his head up my dress. Pantyhose and panties were off in a flash, and he literally ate my pussy alive, the best I’d ever had. David was tall, and his grand finale involved putting me on the kitchen worktop end and fucking the living daylights out of me. I came twice during that session; it was lovely. My parents and grandmother arrived minutes after he’d finished. My grandmother said I looked flushed in the face as she lent on the same work surface I had been nailed on moments before.
I bought a dress to go to a wedding, tried it on at home, and asked the guys for an opinion. I knew it looked great, but I just wanted to show how good I looked in it. I got the desired responses; however, David marched up the stairs to help me take it off. That was a wild hour; he came to life like never before and must have fucked me in every conceivable position. David was a little like Jekyll and Hyde; Mr Hyde came out to play that night; at one point, he was fucking me doggy style and put my hairbrush handle into my ass
Simon had the biggest room in the house as his bedroom, and we all usually ended up in there, plus he had the biggest TV. The room did look a little wrecked after a while, so we all decided to clean it up and decorate it before the lease ended. We had managed to get the exact same paint. Everybody mucked in, and the three guys were painting as I was cleaning stuff. I had some old tracksuit bottoms, and a T-shirt on I used for housework. Greg was the first to stop painting and fuck me on the bed as the others continued to work. Simon was next, and although the last was David, he was again the best. I think all three of them had me at least twice, maybe Simon three times? In the end, I said enough was enough; they always respected my wishes and if I said no, they would never push it. That night I was pleased I was living away from home as my panties looked like a spunk bomb had gone off in them!
Some nights we would all have a night in together and either watch TV, play games or Simon had an overhead projector and sometimes we would all watch a film projected onto the wall; it was like being at the cinema. I would be on the settee, usually in a T-shirt nightie with a blanket. During the night, one of the guys would join me on the couch and put his hand down my knickers, and when I was ready, pull my panties to the side and fuck me. During these ‘family nights,’ I would pretty much always have a cock in my pussy, or hands-on my tits or a cock in my mouth. During one of these sessions, I was spit-roasted for the first time, albeit I was resting on my side with David in my pussy, Greg in my mouth and Simon knelt on the carpet sucking my tits.
Some nights I just knew I was in for a long night with them; it’s like I could smell the testosterone in the house and would put a long T-Shirt on but leave my panties off for ease of access. You may be thinking did she enjoy herself? Most of the time, very much so, I was having orgasms most days without masturbation, all three men were good looking in their way, and I did love these guys. They changed my life; I hated the months that came before living with them; I would quit and return home as a university dropout. I felt wanted and important to them. I never felt used or manipulated; some days, I just wasn’t in the mood, busy or on the blob, so I would just let them know I was off-limits. There was also great friendship and kindness from them; it was odd for young men to be so thoughtful and considerate. There again, although I’m not a great beauty, I’m a reasonably attractive girl with a great body, and they were three very horny young men in their early twenties who pretty much had my pussy on tap.
Back to my sexual experiences in the house. We had a secluded backyard to the house, and I would sunbathe when I could. I bought a new yellow bikini that I looked great in. One Sunday, I’d finished my Uni assignments, so I spent the hot afternoon catching some rays wearing a said bikini. David was the first to pull the bottoms off and fuck the wife of the house; over the next couple of hours, all of them had me. I could sense it was going to be one of those days and, in the end, just left the bikini bottoms off as I sunbathed.
I sometimes walked around the house nude, especially when getting ready for a night out. I did this on purpose if I was randy and wanted one of them to fuck me. I recall once lying on my bed in the nude speaking to my mum on the phone. She was concerned about me not having a boyfriend and worried I’d still not got over my ex, who I’d dated from eleven to almost seventeen years of age. If only she knew that Simon had seen me nude during that conversation, come into my bedroom, and was fucking me as she was talking. My dear mother even said that she and dad would understand if the breakup had so hurt me with my ex that I’d become a lesbian; I’m pretty sure that as she said this comment, I felt Simon flood my pussy with cum.
The last week in the house was sad but very special. Each of them chose a night to take me out on a proper date. I was wined, dined, entertained, David even took me to the local theatre to see a play. Although not part of the plan, each date ended with me in the guy's bed for the entire night. Each of the guys knew it was coming to an end and put their hearts and souls into pleasing me. I guess I tried hard to please them too. I let David fuck my ass; that was my first ever experience of anal sex. He cried the following day. We all went out together on the penultimate ..(continue confession)
