No Regrets: On Campus

I'm ashamed to say the many times I thought of sucking his dick, just to get a taste of him but didn't (shameless now to say I can do my thing😜) but just as quickly as our passion grew that's how quickly it went. Our last encounter was a couple days before my exams started. Where he bent me over and fucked me on a bench on campus. So one day I found out that he was doing his Master's program. So when it came down to it, he never had time or possibly never wanted to continue to entertain a "young girl" like me. One day we were taking a walk across campus and found a bench somewhere secluded.

He seemed a bit cold and distant. I don't remember much of the conversation, but what I do remember is how demanding he was. He just bent me over on the bench, stripping my lower half bare and without hesitance shoved his hard cock inside me. I knew I couldn't make any noise, so I bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood. I never got a flogging that night, he just grabbed my neck from behind and squeezed. I instantly felt my pussy juices running down my leg.

I could hear the wetness of my pussy as he pounded in and out of me. Simultaneously while being fucked, I was panicking that we might get caught because we were outside and the security would often patrol campus. I don't know if it was the sloppy sounds coming from the wetness in my pussy, or was it the thought of being caught. Or maybe, It's just the fact that he was obstructing my airway with the grip he had in me or everything in one but I was enjoying every second of getting my pussy pounded. I was at a point I've never been before, I just felt something "shoot" out of my pussy and I couldn't hold it in. I squirted for the first time, It was such a crippling effect. He then let go of my throat and asked me to come again.

Overwhelmed with this new feeling of pleasure, I shook my head, "No". But he was not having it, this made him leaned forward biting into my back while he fucked me. With the pleasures of his dick stroking my pussy, mixed with the sharp pain of him biting me into me, my whole body shuddered there. I was coming all over again,  just squirting my juices all over his dick. He kept on stroking and came shortly after. With a smile on my face, I was still reveling in the fact that I could actually squirt looking at my handiwork on the bench. He then found my underwear and pants in the bushes next to the bench and handed them to me.

I put on my pants and stuffed the underwear in my pocket. He just sat on the bench beside the wetness like he was trying to think of something to say. Then he told me he was going home for the holiday so I wouldn't see him for a while and throughout exams I often spent my time locked in my room masturbating to thoughts of being pinned against his wall. Bite marks on my shoulders, the nail marks on his back, the moaning the spanking. My mind was engulfed with thoughts of our many sexual encounters and I lusted often to feel him on my body.

But over time, my fingers were no longer enough. I started to use alternative things in my room to masturbate, just waiting for him to come back and for us to continue our sex story. He came back, but we never continued our little adventures. I became... Possessive and texted him constantly saying that I just really needed to be fucked to which he never responded. I learned later that he had a girlfriend and worked close to campus. I was like a crack addict going through withdrawal. I was never in love with the man. I was in no need for a hero to save me or love me to life. I just wanted to be fucked, and he knew how. I wanted that spark igniting dick from the devil of a man I never truly knew.

I never got it again and admittedly I was a bit hurt about it. But I truly wasn't asking for anything more than just some good fuck. I did however couple months after got an apology from him while walking from the same commissary where I had met him. He looked at me and looked dead in his eye said good evening and kept walking. Only to hear him call out my name and asked for me to wait when he got to me he said I look like I lost some weight, make light of the tension in the air around us. I asked "what you want?" He grabbed my hand and said "I'm sorry" Didn't know what he was expecting after saying that, I pulled my hand away and walked back to the dorm. ************************************* 

I have several more stories of me uncovering and embracing my thirst for sex. This piece was taken from my "Black Book" which is my journal from my early 20s. Until I write again ✌