Archive-name: Bondage/campus2.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Campus Dream Part 1 and 2 Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three years and looked around for the best seat for that semester. Not many people were there, but he took a moment to say Hi to the ones he knew. Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center of attention, not in the back with greater chances to snooze, and not right by the windows, with annoying sunlight and cold drafts. He started to put his books down on a table when he was interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice. "Oooh, darn, I was hoping to get the wall seat. Could we switch?" Brian looked up and drank in the person addressing him. He had never seen her before and he knew he would have remembered someone that pretty. She was tall, close Brian's 5'10", and slender. She wore a Swimming Team sweatshirt that explained her well toned legs and defined her breasts to be large enough to get Brian's fingers itching. Her hair was light brown and her eyes a pale green. A little makeup for the proper illusions and Brian felt like he was looking at a goddess. Statistics does train the mind to think well, and Brian was able to absorb all those thoughts without staring gape-mouthed at her. "Sure, no problem." He moved out of the seat and waited for her to sit down. Then he took the seat next to her. "I've never seen you in the statistics department. Are you new to the university?" She smiled and nodded. "Yes, I just transferred last month. I'm Tracy." Brian returned the introduction. "And if you need any help navigating this campus, just let me know. I work a couple hours a week in the Statistics & Math Office. Brian's effort was cut short by the start of class and neither one of them had the chance to chit-chat during the lecture. Brian left her with a see-you-tomorrow and kicked himself as she smiled and walked down the hall. With these things, sometimes you had to strike while the iron was hot and he had just dropped it sooner than he wanted to. That is until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Brian, could you show me how to get to the athletic hall from here, I've got a practice with the Swim Team in half an hour." Brian thanked the Lord and promised not to screw up again. They walked and talked across the spring-warmed campus. Tracy was a Computer Science student in her fourth year, and was trying to make the cut on the swim-team. She was rooming off campus with Emily, a very close friend. Brian tried to charm her with wit and didn't do too badly. He dropped her off at the athletic hall and then snuck in to watch the practice. Brian waited for about 20 minutes before some of the women began to come out for warm-ups. He hadn't realized what nice figures swimming could give to a woman. Then he spotted Tracy. She was grouped with a couple others and they appeared to be the ones hoping to try out for the team. Tracy was beautiful. She walked like a lioness, her long legs gliding through the air with visible power. Brian felt his crotch start to wake up when she turned away from him and adjusted the back of her one-piece bathing suit. Brian wished he could slip a finger under that lycra. She started joking with some of the swimmers already in the water about how cold it was, and, of course, one flipped her with water. She sucked in her breath when the water caught her in the chest. Brian almost groaned as he saw her nipples harden instantly and poke at the material. Tracy was embarrassed and folded her arms in front of her and walked away casually, hoping no one would notice. The swimming coach walked out right then and called the practice to order. She was probably about 35 years old and was giving nothing away about her figure in her loose sweats. Brian watched the practice and enjoyed the lithe forms knifing through the water. When it started to wrap up, he realized that he was 15 minutes late to the Stats office. He started to gather his books, and watched the women exit the pool. The coach called Tracy over as the rest were leaving. Brian couldn't hear what was said, but the length of time that the coach's hand laid on Tracy's firm ass was unmistakeable. Tracy seemed to nod and walked towards the locker room. This shocked and intrigued him. He waited until the swimmers and the coach had all gone to the locker room and he looked around. The pool room was deserted. He could see the coach in her office, pacing a bit, shuffling papers in no particular order. Brian decided that he could survive missing an hour at the Stats office, so he sat there. After about 15 minutes, the coach left her office to head into the locker room. Brian tucked his books and jacket into a shadowy corner of the bleachers and snuck down to the women's locker room door. There were no sounds from inside so he pushed the swinging door open and headed inside. It didn't take him long to find the showers and the locker area and seconds later he found them. Tracy was laid back on a bench, her heels pulled up against her ass. Her hands were caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. The coach had her back to Brian and was kneeling at the end of the bench, her face buried in Tracy's pussy. The coach had stripped to a swimsuit of her own, and Brian found quite attractive in her own right. He was about to pull back out of sight when Tracy caught his eye and licked her lips at him in a slow and sensual motion. Brian was stunned. He couldn't move. He could just stand there watching this girl he'd just met be licked to orgasm by another woman. His cock wasn't stunned as it bulged his slacks out quite noticeable. After a few moments, Tracy looked down at his cock-bulge and her eyes grew wide in exaggerated awe. She smiled at him again and began to suck her thumb like it was a miniature cock. Brian watched as she eventually got hot enough to forget him and she started moaning. The coach was stroking her legs as she licked Tracy's cunt. It didn't take long before Tracy began to cry out in orgasm, her legs opening and closing around her lover's head. As the two women cooled down, Brian snuck to the far side of the locker room and watched from around another row of lockers. Tracy sat up and they embraced intimately, kissing each other, sharing Tracy's pussy juices. The coach leaned back. "Will you kiss me now?" She certainly didn't seem like the one in control of the situation. Tracy kissed her lips and leaned back. "I think I'll just have to wait until the new swim team roster... cums... out." The coach was already rubbing her crotch as she got up to leave, looking as depressed as a guy sent home from an evening of petting with his girlfriend. After a few moments, Tracy turned around and walked toward Brian, her breasts bouncing slightly, her nipples still erect and a horny smile still on her lips. "I think you should come home with me, Brian. I need some help around the house." She smiled as she ran her hands up and down his body. She knelt before him and deftly unzipped his slacks. A quick movement with his briefs and his cock hung in the air between him, 8 inches of throbbing meat. She opened her mouth and slowly sucked in his entire length. Brian was almost gasping in pleasure. She moved her mouth off of his cock and tucked it back into his briefs. She then stretched his slacks until they closed around the engorged cock. Brian was caught off-guard. This never happened in any of the Penthouse Letters. "We'd better save that for later. Nice taste though." She began to dress and Brian noticed that she wore no bra under her sweatshirt and no panties beneath her skirt. Some shoes and her bookbag and she was ready to go. Brian nearly forgot his books and jacket, but he knew there would be no more classes for him tonight. At least, no more college-accredited classes... As per popular request, here is part two. My offer still stands for female readers (see end of story)... The walk back across campus to Tracy's apartment was strangely arousing and calming. A few minutes out of the Athletic Hall and Brian's cock sank back enough for him to stop attracting surprised looks from passersby. They didn't talk. Tracy just smiled and licked her lips when he tried to say anything. Tracy's apartment was small, though not unusual for the area. She dropped her books on the small sofa on top of other clutter and didn't lose a step as she headed down the short hallway. Brian scrambled out of his jacket and left it with his own books, piled neatly at the foot of the sofa. Tracy popped back out of the last door in the hallway with a disapproving look. Brian hurried after her. He entered a bedroom and took a quick glance around. There were the feminine mainstays (stuffed animals, ruffles on the bedspread, packed closet), but something disrupted the feminine spell. Brian couldn't put his finger on it before she regained his full attention. "My house, my rules, no exceptions, agreed?" Brian nodded, politely. "Undress me." Brian smiled with anticipation. He walked up to her, feeling his cock slide against the tight material of his slacks. He caught the under-edge of her sweatshirt and slid his hands underneath it. Her skin was on fire and he felt her nipples poke out into his palms as he grasped her breasts. She shuddered and her breath let out in a long low moan. Brian slid his hands around her back, caressing the length of her smooth skin. She draped her arms around his shoulders in a natural motion as her head moved back and her eyes closed. Her right leg began to move to the outside of his left leg, giving movement to her animal desires. She moaned again as Brian returned to caressing her breasts. This intimate embrace was not long lived, however. "I said, undress me Brian!" She said as she stepped back one step. Brian paused, shaken by her severe look, but quickly moved to obey. He grasped the bottom of her sweatshirt and drew it over her head, releasing her lucious breasts to the cool air of her room. Her nipples were still hard and erect and she pinched them as she shifted from leg to leg. Brian knelt before her and grasped her skirt. Drawing it down, he saw her left hand snake to her bush and begin to rub it. Soon a finger, and then two slipped inside her cunt and she began to breathe deeper with a harsher movement. Brian waited patiently, her golden pussy mere inches from his eager tongue. After a full minute of this, Tracy was breathing quite rapidly, her right hand working her breasts roughly. She kept looking at her audience before her. She then walked, somewhat unsteadily, to a dresser drawer and retrieved a long black dildo (complete with scrotum and balls). "Stand at the foot of my bed and undress." She crawled on to the bed herself and sat with her back to her headboard. The bed itself was an impressive piece with four posts and ornate carved head and foot boards. She sat back against some propped up pillows and began to liesurely fuck herself with the dildo. Brian could see it was already covered in her glistening juices. He began to undress. Tracy smiled and kept a steady rhythm. Off came his shirt, then slacks. His cock bulged out eagerly in his cotton briefs. He pulled off both shoes and socks, leaving his underwear for the 'finale'. He pulled them down slowly and then let them drop to his side. His cock was nearly hid from her view by the footboard. She nodded, satisfied. "Grasp the tops of the posts." He looked up and grabbed each post about four inches below the top. He wondered what sort of game she was playing, but looking at her sweet body and remembering how her mouth felt on his cock gave him all the incentive he needed to follow her every command. Tracy stood on the bed, removing the dildo from her dripping pussy. She walked to his end and shoved the cock about two inches into his mouth. "Hold that for me." Brian didn't move, shocked by the hot, pussy-smelling plastic on his tongue. She reached up to each post and lashed his wrists to the wood. Brian started to protest, the vision of her pussy inches from his face couldn't overcome all his apprehensions. Tracy just turned back to him and pushed the dildo in further, until it hit the back of his throat. Brian felt his lips stretched around its thickness. Well, he'd always secretly wondered what sucking on a cock felt like, purely intellectually, of course. He could feel the ridges on his tongue and the helmet of the head further back. Tracy hopped off the bed and walked behind him. Her hand reached around him, brushing his cock and making him moan through the dildo. She pushed on part of the footboard and a knot of wood fell out, about an inch and a half in diameter. Within a second, Tracy had grabbed Brian's cock and guided it through that hole. She returned to the bedtop and reached between the bed and the footboard, retrieving a strip of leather which she tied around his cock, trapping him against the footboard. Brian nearly cried out as his cock swelled even more at his delicious predicament, causing the leather to bind even more tightly. Tracy stood in front of him and took the outer end of the dildo in one hand, his head in her other. She began to move it in and out, fucking his mouth. "Come on, Brian. I know you're a good cock-sucker. Just give it a try." She cooed at him like a mother to her baby. "Close your eyes. Let your imagination go. Imagine the sexiest guy you know. You've finally gotten to suck his cock." Brian was confused, and his sheer arousal didn't having him thinking straight, but he started to obey her words. He licked and sucked at the cock, trying to stimulate it and draw it deeper into his mouth. "That's it, baby. I knew you were good at this." She kept the dildo pumping in and out of his mouth, urging his head forward to meet her strokes. Soon she didn't have to do that and she let her free hand drop to the balls of the dildo. "Oh, yea, Brian. You suck me so good. It feels great. Suck me harder." Without opening his eyes, Brian tried harder, his tongue speeding up against the skin of the dildo. She began to fuck his mouth harder and harder, faster and faster. Brian was bucking a little against the footboard but the leather wouldn't let him get any release. "Here's your reward." Brian's eyes flew open as the spunk hit his throat. Instinctively, he began to swallow as he watched Tracy pump it out from the dildo's balls. It was hot and salty, and he tried to suck the dildo dry. Tracy let him work it with his mouth awhile after she stopped pumping, and then she removed it. "Now, fair is fair, Brian. Time to fill her up for the next cock-sucker." She knelt by his cock and opened the back of the dildo. She slid it snugly around his cock head and she began to pump him. Within seconds, Brian panted out his need to come. Tracy untied the thong and his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock jerking in her hand and his spunk streaming into the dildo. Tracy watched for about five seconds and then began to coax more and more come out his heaving cock, massaging his balls, stroking his cock and even reaching around to poke a fingertip into his asshole. That last maneuver garnered her another load and she smiled knowingly. She sealed the dildo, and put it carefully away. Next she took his clothes and walked out of the room. Brian looked around nervously. Tracy returned quickly and rubbed herself against his buttocks and legs, running her hands through the hair on his body. She soon worked herself up to an animal moan. She got back on the bed and stood in front of Brian. "You'd better eat pussy as well as you suck cock!" Brian was eager to get back to familiar ground and he moved his head between her legs. The heat from her pussy and thighs warmed his face as he began to nuzzle her dewy blonde fur. He licked and kissed around her pussy hair and as far along her thighs as his bondage would allow. Tracy made somewhat indescribable approving noises as she let her hands rest on his hair, sometimes guiding his soft tongue, sometimes following. He finally ventured between her pussy lips and a gasp escaped her lips. Brian had taken intense instruction in the art of pussy-licking from two of his former girlfriends, and he felt pleased he could show it off to this strange and wonderful sexual goddess. The previous hour of playtime caught up with her quickly and he felt her moving up and down against his face, louder and louder moans flying into the bedroom. He probed deep into her and snuck the tip of his tongue up to her clit. Then a little teeth nibble on it and she came. Her short-breathed shouts of joy were wonderful to his ears as he suckled her clit and felt her juices against his chin. She ran her hands through his hair as her cum took its course. After what seemed like minutes, she pulled away from him. She lay back on the bed and touched her pussy tenderly. "Well, Brian, you've been quite the naughty one today, sneaking in on my business affairs like that. There are two punishments I am considering and you may have the choice." "First, you may leave my apartment and my life, and I will never acknowledge you existence again." Brian couldn't believe her words. After the world she was showing him, how could he give her up? It had to be the other choice. "Or secondly, you may try to earn my affections by service to me and my roommate, Jessica. You must be here at all times we designate and service our every need. Every instruction must be followed exactly or punishment will follow. Severe disobedience will earn you banishment from life forever." Brian was caught. Should he walk away from her or take an irrevocable step into her world, no matter how bizarre it may become? --