The Perfect Match.

[VanessaEvans]

The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans

Part 11

Our Second year at university.

I had been hoping to sit on the back seat of my dad’s car with Sara for the journey up to the university accommodation, but mum jumped in the back so that her and Sara could talk.

“Oh well, I’m sure that I will survive.” I thought.

When I wasn’t talking with dad during the journey, I daydreamed about me chasing the naked Sara all around the new house, and us fucking in every room, all before our new housemates arrived.

After we’d collected the keys we drove to the house. As soon as dad saw it he said,

“Bloody hell son, this looks impressive, a world apart from the pokey little room that you had last year.”

“Yes it does dad, but don’t forget that we have to share it with 4 other people.”

“Even so son, but lets hope that the 4 people are all okay people.”

“Agreed, but if any of them are ‘undesirable’, I can always ask that they get moved.”

“Let’s hope that it doesn’t come to that, now lets get those cases inside and presumably upstairs.”


Sara was all excited as I opened the front door and whilst my dad and I lugged the cases up the stairs, Sara and my mum went straight to the kitchen.

Dad and I went back downstairs and found Sara and my mum.

“Okay ladies,” I said, “show us what you’ve found.”

“You’re going to love the kitchen.” My mum said, but I doubted that. To me a kitchen is a place to cook, eat and fuck your girlfriend on the kitchen table.

I smiled to myself when I saw the table, it looked strong enough to take both our weights.

I have to admit that everything there looked very new and modern, and there was plenty of cupboard space for each of the 4 guys, and Sara and me, to have separate storage spaces, and there was 5 smallish fridges.

Looking out the back I saw plenty of space and high fences. My dad came and stood beside me and said,

“These older houses were built with big rooms and gardens, not like the new-builds these days that haven’t got the space to swing the proverbial cat around. I can just see your Sara sunbathing there when the weather is good.”

I got a mental image of a naked Sara spread eagle on the grass and soaking up the sun.


We did a tour of the rest of the house, discovering that the dining room had been converted into a bedroom, and saw that all the rooms were larger than I expected, and equally well fitted out.

In the main bedroom I smiled when I saw the en-suite with a shower that Sara and I could easily use together.

The main bathroom was equally big, but I couldn’t imagine two or three of our housemates being in there together. Well I hoped not. If they shared the bathroom they might not be interested in seeing Sara’s amazing body,

I so wanted to christen the new rooms, but mum came up with the sensible idea of going to the nearest supermarket to stock-up.

Then mum came up with another idea, going for a meal, her saying,

“I know that Sara is a good cook, but I know what you young people are like, skipping meals and eating junk food. A meal in a restaurant will give you a good start.”

“Yes mum, thank you mum.” I said as I wished that she hadn’t have thought of it.


Finally, the groceries were unloaded and we waved my mum and dad off. As soon as the front door was closed we were both taking Sara’s clothes off then I carried her to the lounge with her legs wrapped round my waist, her arms round my neck, our tongues waging a mini battle, and her impaled on my cock.

Thirty minutes, or so, later our bodies disengaged and we relaxed on the sofa.

“When are the 4 housemates due to arrive?” Sara asked.

“A couple of days.”

“Good, we’ve got 2 days to have sex in every room.”

And we did, including the bedrooms that our 4 flatmates would be using. We also got ourselves organised for starting our second year at uni.

*****

Sara put on a slightly see-through summer dress on the morning of the arrivals and the first to arrive was Conor, complete with his parents. After introducing ourselves, Conor’s mum said,

“I didn’t realise that there would be a girl here, we were told that it was going to be all boys.”

“Don’t worry,” Sara lied, “I come from a family with 5 brothers and I know how to keep them inline, I’ll make sure that this is a sensible house, no drunken parties or debauchery.”

Conor looked saddened, but his mother smiled. Me, I winked at Conor.

Being the first to arrive, Conor got the choice of the vacant rooms and he soon ushered his parents out of the house telling them that he’d be fine and that if he had any problems they were just a phone call away.


We got a surprise when the next flatmate arrived, it Max, one of my flatmates from our first year. Hugs all round and a quick grab of Sara’s butt by Max later and we were soon talking about our first year memories, although it was Max that was doing most of the talking and asking if Sara and I were going to repeat some of the fun and games that we’d had.


Elber and Rhys both arrived at about the same time, complete with both sets of parents. Sara sort of took charge, telling the parents that there were 3 second year students living there and that the 3 of us would look after the newbies.

Again, Elber and Rhys did their best to get rid of their parents as quickly as possible.


With the newbies settling into their rooms, Sara and I went and had a coffee and a chat about the newbies.

“I’m pleased that none of them are fat or ugly.” Sara said.

“Can you see all of them putting their hands on you Sara?”

“Sure, not fat, nor ugly, a bit shy maybe, but I’m sure that that will go,” Sara replied. “I’m going to have some fun with these guys.”

“Shall we have a house meeting to let the newbies know a few house rules, and to offer our help with them being first year students?” Sara asked.

“Good idea.”

“I’ll go and knock on each door and tell them.” Sara offered.


As each housemate arrived in the kitchen at the appointed time, I handed each of them a bottle of beer. Once we were all there I said,

“Welcome guys, I know that today can be a bit daunting for you, but relax. You’re a university student now and away from home so there’s a good chance that any rules that you had to live with back home, don’t apply here. Well that’s not strictly true, I think that it’s best if we keep the house clean and tidy, so the first rule is that everyone cleans up after themselves, especially in the kitchen and the bathroom, is that agreed?”

It was.

“Right,” I continued, “we’ll make a list of rules together later, but first, I’m sure that you’ve noticed that we have a girl living with us. Sara is my girlfriend and she is sharing my room. As you all probably know by now, Max is a second year student like Sara and myself, and I’m sure that he will tell you some stories that will convince you that Sara is a fun girl.”

“Hey,” Sara interrupted, “you’re making me sound like a slut.”

“Sorry Sara, you are definitely not a slut. Guy’s, just because a girl wears what some people would call slutty clothes it doesn’t mean that she is a slut. Sara may well wear revealing clothes a lot of the time,”

“Or nothing at all.” Max interrupted.

“But that is her choice and it doesn’t mean that she is a slut or a free-use girl, so hands off unless invited, okay?”

As I was saying that, I noticed that the 3 newbies were all staring at Sara’s chest with her hard nipples stretching the fabric of the dress.

“Okay guys?” I repeated.

The 3 newbies came back to earth and acknowledged what I had said.

“On the subject of girls. You are free to bring any number of them back here, especially for parties of which there will be a few here.

Just 2 more things for now, firstly is everyone free at 7 p.m. tomorrow? Good, we’ll meet at this table to draw up the list of rules. And lastly, I know that you have emails to tell you how to register for your courses and a few more things that you have to do. Remember, that there are 3 of us here who all went through what you are doing this next week or so, and all 3 of us are quite happy to help you in any way that we can, right Max?”

“Right Dylan.” Max replied.

“Okay, meeting adjourned, anyone want another beer?”


Sara, Max and myself went to the lounge and sat talking, telling the other about our holidays and reminiscing about the good times that we had the previous year, which from both max’s and Sara’s point of view were the parties, Sara being naked so often and her letting Max and lots of other guys, deposit their loads on Sara.

I was waiting for Max to ask Sara if she was going to repeat those times, but Sara spoke first saying that she definitely wanted to do those things again, and hopefully, more, different things that anyone could suggest.

All the time that we’d been talking, Sara had been sat on one of the sofas Indian style and I could see that Max could see her pussy. When the talks about the above dried up Max said,

“Sara, I can’t help but notice that your clit hood has been pierced and that you’ve got a lump of metal hanging from the barbell. What’s lump of metal for, are you trying to stretch you hood so that it covers your clit?”

“Both Sara and I laughed a little before Sara replied,

“I guess that you didn’t see it before we broke-up for the summer Max. I got my nipples and my clit hood pierced.”

“Yes, I saw the outline of you nipple piercings, but not your clit until you sat like that. Are you trying to stretch your hood?”

“Hell no, I like that my clit is out on display all the time. As for that lump of metal, that’s a clit basher, it knocks my clit when I walk. Here, let me show you.”

With that, Sara stood up, took her dress off and started walking around the room. Both Max and I stared at her pussy watching the ‘lump’ of metal doing it’s job.

When Sara sat down again, she didn’t bother with the dress and sat there totally naked, then she said,

“And that’s not the only thing that keeps me aroused most of the time, Dylan has bought me a selection of dildos and vibrators, I’m a happy girl most of the time these days.”

“You’ll have to show me your collection some time Sara, “Max said.

“Love to, but let’s wait a couple of weeks, let the 3 newbies settle in, then I’ll put on a show for all of you.”

“That would be amazing Sara.”

“Yes,” I added, “and we can have a night watching our holiday videos. You wont find them boring.”

“It will take more than one night Dylan,” Sara replied, “we’ve got hundreds of them. Dylan has copied then to a cloud drive. Are you going to send Max the link lover?”

“I will, just as soon as I get around to it. I’ve got whole list of email address’ that I have to send it to.”

“Can’t wait.” Max said.


Shortly after that, Max decided to turn-in and Sara and I went up to our room, Sara just carrying her dress. I wondered if any of the 3 newbies would come out of their room and see Sara naked, but they didn’t and Sara and I made passionate love for ages before going to sleep.


During a short rest break, Sara said,

“I’ve been thinking Dylan, what do you think of me becoming a model for the Art course, or the Photography course or even the Human Biology course?”

“You don’t have to do that Sara, I doubt that they pay the models very much.”

“But I want to help financially, it’s not fair that you’re paying for everything.”

“You just want to get naked in front of a lot of students don’t you Sara?”

“Okay, you’re right, but a bit extra money will come in handy.”

“True, I wonder what they would get you to do in the Human Biology class, they might be studying female orgasms.”

“Even better, do you mind if I volunteer to be the model for any of those courses?”

“Sara, you don’t need my permission, your body, your choice, but can I come and watch?”

“They may want a male model as well Dylan.”

“Hmm, I think that I’ll let you go on your own Sara.”

“Coward.”

We both laughed then I rammed my cock deep inside Sara’s pussy as we resumed our pleasuring each other.


*****

For some unknown reason, the next morning Sara and I woke earlier than normal, and after repeating the previous nights fun, Sara said that she was going to go down to the kitchen and make some coffee.

Still naked as the day she was born, Sara went to the kitchen whilst I had a shower. As I was drying myself Sara returned with 2 cups of coffee, she was smiling so I asked why.

“When I got down there Elber was eating his breakfast. When he saw me he just stopped eating and stared at me.”

“Morning Elber.” I said, “sleep alright?”

“Yeah, err Sara, you’re naked.”

“So I am, don’t you remember the little meeting yesterday when Dylan and Max warned you that you might see a lot of me?”

“Well yeah, but I never expected you to walk around in the house totally naked.”

“Does it bother you that I’m naked Elber?”

“Hell no, you can be naked all the time that you’re in the house and I won’t complain. I might have if you’re been fat and ugly, but you are the complete opposite Sara.”

“Well thank you Elber, I’m happy that you like what you see.”

“What about me being naked in the back garden, would that be okay with you?”

“Sure, but won’t it bother you that the neighbours might see you Sara?”

“Not at all. No one is forcing them to look at me.”

“True, no Sara, as far as I’m concerned you can be naked 24 x 7.”

“Even at the university Elber?”

“Yeah, but I doubt that you’d get away with that.”

“Even as a nude model in the Art department, Conor did say that he is an Art student.”

“Lucky Conor.”

“But remember what Dylan said last night Elber, no touching unless you are invited, and that applies to all girls Elber.”

“I know, but I can look as much as I want can’t I?”

“Of course you can Elber. You can even get your cock out and have a wank as you watch me if you want, I don’t mind, I might even rub one out as you watch. I’d take it as a compliment, but I wouldn’t be happy if you turned your head away every time that you saw me. Now, your breakfast is going cold and the coffee is ready. Help yourself to the rest if you want it.”




“Well that was a good start Sara, one down, two to go.” I said as I sipped my coffee and ate the toast. “Are you thinking that you’d like to put on another bukkake for the boys?”

“Yes, I was serious last night, the last time was fun, but I’d want more that the 3 newbies and Max to paint my face and body.”

“Let’s not rush in to it Sara, plenty of time, we’ve got the holiday video show to come first.”

“Fair enough. Now, shower time then we need to get to the university, we’ve both got to register for our courses, and I want to track down the Art and Photography professors and offer my services. Any idea where I should start for the Human Biology?”

“Let’s wander around the registration hall and see what we can find.”


Sara dressed that same way as she had when she went to uni classes before, i.e. really short skirt, but not revealing when she’s just stood there, and a top that was only slightly see-through but it hugged her little tits. Nothing underneath. The skirt is skater style and made of very thin mesh fabric. She tells me that it feels like it isn’t there and she has to keep putting her hand where it should be just to check that it is there.

What neither of us had realised was that it was a slightly breezy day and the skirt kept getting blown upwards. Sara did nothing to hold it down but she did say that she’d have to look out of the window before she chooses her outfit each the day. She didn’t tell me if it was decide to wear heavy or light fabric skirts if it was windy.


Anyway, we had a productive day sorting our courses out then we started looking for professors or teachers from the Art, Photography and Human Biology courses. The first 2 were quite easy to find and both men looked Sara up and down then asked her for her contact details, telling her that they’d definitely be in touch with her.

A Human Biology professors or teacher was more difficult to find and we had to go to the Biology department to find someone, a guy in his mid thirties, and when Sara asked if they used live models for teaching or demonstrations, the guy said,

“You may well be in luck young lady, but do you realise that the models will get poked and prodded, and that on the syllabus this semester is female orgasms. Also, there will be 20 to 30 students in each class and they will all need practical experience?”

“So they all would want to examine my insides and make me have an orgasm?” Sara asked.

“Yes, multiple orgasms if you are capable of that.”

“She certainly is.” I interrupted the conversation.

“And that the students will use a variety of aids to produce the orgasms.”

“You mean sex toys?” Sara asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay, so far so good.” Sara said, “so how much does it pay and how often would I be expected to attend?”

“Well, female orgasms is only scheduled for 3 weeks of the semester, but some students need extra time to absorb all the material, so I would say twice a week for 3 weeks with an option for extra hours as needed. The pay, it’s not a lot, only £240 per session.”

“So where do I sign?” Sara asked.

“There is no formal contract, if you give me your contact details Sara, someone will contact you a week or so before the first session. Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“One hundred percent sir, I’m not the shy type and I need the money.”

“I can see that, okay, someone will be in touch Sara.”

“Thank you sir.” Sara replied and did a quick 180, her skirt floating up then settling back down.

I doubted that the guy saw her bare butt, but he will have see what happened to her skirt. I’d been watching the guys eyes and a few times they had drifted below her face to get a look at her pokeys.


The admin side sorted, Sara and I headed back to the house, but we stopped at a cafe that we used to go to and ordered a coffee and a muffin. We sat at what was our usual table, Sara moving a chair so that she could sit facing the front window with her knees wide open.

We were half way through the coffee when I saw a guy, walking passed, do a double take then stop and stare. As I smiled I realised that it was one of our new housemates, Connor, so I told Sara and we both waved at him.

For some strange reason, his eyes went from Sara’s little display and saw us waving for him to join us.

Conor’s face was bright red when he got to us, and he was full of apologies for staring at Sara’s little display.

“Nothing to apologise for mate,” I said, “I would have done the same, and if Sara didn’t want people to see her she wouldn’t have sat like that, isn’t that right lover?”

“It is, have you spoken to Elber this morning Conor?”

“No, why?”

“Well when you see him ask him about his breakfast.” Sara said.

“She’s trying to tease you Conor,” I said, “Conor was eating his breakfast when Sara went to the kitchen to make us some coffee and toast.”

“There’s got to be more to this.” Conor asked.

“There is, you see Sara hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on and she totally naked.”

“Wow, I think that I need to get up a little earlier each day.” Conor replied.

“You do remember the meeting last night Conor, and me saying that Sara often doesn’t wear much?”

“Yeah, but.”

“Does it bother you that you will frequently see me naked Conor?”

“Hell no, quite the reverse, I appreciate the human female form, I’m an art student, remember?”

“Ah yes, well Conor, I’ve just put my name on the list of girls who want to model for Art students so you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.”


I saw Conor’s face light up and wondered if he’d seen a naked girl before. Also, Sara and I had finished our muffins and coffee so I asked Conor if he was going back to the house. When he said that he was I told him that we’d walk with him.


On the way we talked, getting to know Conor more, and him us. I got the impression that he wasn’t experienced with girls and I thought that Sara would soon get rid of that problem.


It turned out that everyone in the house wanted to get their evening meal at the same time and some were waiting for others to do things. I got talking to Rhys and I asked him if he’d seen a naked girl before. He blushed a little and said,

“Only my little sister when she was a toddler.”

“Well Max, Conor and Elber have both seen Sara naked so it’s really not fair on you to not have seen her.”

“Yes, Elber told me about his encounter with Sara at breakfast.”

“Do you want to put that inequality right, right now Rhys.”

“That would be amazing, but ….”

“SARA, you’re being a bit unfair with the newbies.” I loudly said, “Rhys is the only one who hasn’t seen you naked.

Sara stopped what she was doing, came over to me and replied,

“Sorry, but the opportunity hasn’t come up.”

“Well that’s not good enough Sara, Strip, right here and now.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Sara as she slowly took her top then her skirt off, leaving her totally naked.

“That’s better, but I think that you should have a little punishment for not being fair to Rhys, bend over the back of that chair.”

Sara and I looked each other in the eye and I saw a hint of lust just before she did as ordered, spreading her legs quite wide so that we could all see her wet pussy.

“Rhys,” I said, “it’s you that Sara has offended so it should be you who spanks her.”

“What?” Rhys replied, “me, spank Sara, no, that’s not right, I couldn’t.”

“Watch.” I said just before I slapped Sara’s butt quite hard. “Tell me that you can’t do that Rhys.”

“I’ll do it.” Max offered.

“No, Rhys has to do it, come on Rhys.”

“Are you sure, I mean, I’ve never spanked a girl.”

“Have you spanked a boy the Rhys?” Conor asked.

“NO.”

“Come of Rhys, just do it, 5 swats to Sara’s butt.” I said.

Rhys slowly went to the side of Sara as I looked at all the others there. All their eyes were looking at Sara’s bare butt and almost dripping pussy.

Rhys’s right hand went up then down, landing on Sara’s right butt cheek.

“One, thank you Rhys, can you do the next one harder please?” Sara said.

Rhys’s eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. Both Conor and Elber looked surprised but were also smiling.

“Yes Rhys, harder.” I said.

He did, and Sara again counted and thanked him. It was the same for the rest of the 5 then Sara stood up straight, kissed Rhys on his cheek then turned to me and said,

“May I put my clothes back on Dylan?”

I looked round the room as saw expressions that were almost begging me to say not. So I replied,

“No Sara, stay naked for the rest of the day.”


Everyone’s food took longer to prepare, except Sara’s and mine, because the other 4 guys spent a lot of the time watching Sara and her tits that only slightly wobbled as she prepared our food.

Sara and I were the first to go and sit at the table to eat and Sara whispered to me,

“Thank you.”


When the others brought their food to the table I watched the guy’s eyes and guessed that they hadn’t eaten that slowly for years.

They also stared at Sara as she washed the pots and pans. I watched her bare butt as well.

Then Sara and I went to our room to give Sara the relief that she obviously needed.



The time got around to 7 p.m. and everyone gathered in the kitchen. I again got the beers out then said,

“Okay guys, yesterday, I may have come across as a bit of a miserable sod, maybe even an ogre, but I’m definitely not either of those. Okay, I accept that I’m a little OCD about tidiness and cleanliness, but that’s all and I’m sure that Max will agree with me.”

Max nodded his head and the still naked Sara grabbed my cock through my jeans under the table.

“And I’m sure that you’ll all agree that it’s easier and more pleasant living in a house that is clean and tidy, so I would like all of us to suggest rules that we all have to stick to, is that reasonable guys?”

All agreed and Sara went and go a pen and some paper to make the list.

*****
*****

I won’t bore you with the list as everything was basic common sense.

*****
*****

[VanessaEvans]

The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans

Part 12

Once we had all agreed all the house rules on the list I said,

“Right guys, that’s the unpleasant side of things sorted, now the rewards for complying with the rules and the punishments if Sara breaks any of the rules.”

“Hey what about if any of you guys break the rules?” Sara asked.

“When you hear the rewards I’m pretty sure that the guys will never break the rules. Okay, at least once per week, if you all have been good, Sara will give each of you a blowjob. If you’ve been a bad boy there will be no blowjob.

“If you have been really good and helped Sara in any way that is acceptable to her you might just get a 69.”

“You mean …. Rhys started to say, but I interrupted him by saying,

“Yes Rhys, oral sex both at the same time. Now, if Sara has been a naughty girl, and trust me, she will admit it if she has, the one of you that she has offended or upset, will be able to spank her any way that you want, and up to 40 swats either with your bare hand or a leather belt; and it will be acceptable if you chose to have short breaks mid spanking, during which your fingers may wander to Sara’s pussy.

If Sara has offended or upset more than one of you, Sara’s punishment will be shared by both offended parties. Oh, and any punish that Sara receives will be in the lounge with all of us present.

“That’s it guys, unless there’s anything that you want to say.”

“Yes Dylan, there is.” Elber said.

“This all seems to be a bit unfair on Sara, are you okay with this Sara?”

“Elber,” Sara replied, “Dylan and I didn’t discuss these ‘reward’ and punishment, but one evening soon, Dylan and I are going to host a holiday video night, and after you’ve watched them I’m sure that everything will become crystal clear.”

“Guys,” Max said, “normally I hate looking at holiday snaps and videos, but I can guarantee that you don’t want to miss these.”

“You’ve had a look at some of them then Max.” I said.

“Hell yeah, I thought that your visits to our flat last year were awesome Sara, but your holiday videos go way beyond awesome. This coming year is looking like it’s going to be way beyond any of our imaginations.”

The 3 newbies looked a little confused and even bemused so I decided to change the subject,

“Guys, have any of you seen our neighbours yet?”

“I have,” Rhys replied, “well I’ve seen one guy from each of our neighbours houses. When I set out this morning a guy from the house on the right was also leaving, and when we walked the same way we got talking. Apparently the house has 4 students living there, all guys.

I felt Sara grip my thigh.

“What about the house on the left?” I asked.

“Four guys as well, I was registering for my course and the guy behind me saw me write this address and told me that we were neighbours. I asked him what number and he told me the house on the left. We had a bit of a chat before moving on to other things what we had to do.”

“Twelve guys and little old me.” Sara said, “I can see that I’m going to be well outnumbered at the parties.”

“Or each of the 12 could meet and invite a girl then the guys would be outnumbered.” Max said.

“Sorry guys,” Sara said, “but statistically, that ain’t going to happen, but good luck to all of you, Dylan met me at a Freshers party so don’t miss those.”


“Okay guys,” I said, “Sara and I have some work to do so we’re going to our room.”

“What work?” Sara asked as I followed her up the stairs, and just before I put my hand up between her bare legs and rubbed my fingers along her wet slit.

“This.” I replied as I pushed Sara onto the bed and spread her legs.


After I’d orally made Sara cum, I rolled her over, pulled her hips up and fucked her doggy style.

When we were having a short break Sara said,

“Dylan, I want to be more exposed in public.”

“Bend over more, let guys see up your ultra short skirts and down your tops more.”

“No, that’s not what I mean, doing both those things is accidental.”

“Or not.” I interrupted.

“I mean sort of told to display myself like you did earlier tonight.”

“Do you mean that you want me to order you to lift your skirt or pull your top up over your tits?”

“Yeah, but when men are looking at me. It’s no good you telling me strip if there’s no one around to see me, unless you’re going to fuck me that is, no, I mean when I’m stood in front of guys that you know would like to see my pussy or tits. You could say,

“Sara, lift your skirt right up,” or “Sara, get your tits out,” or “Sara, get naked.”

“Hmm, I could do that, it would be fun watching the guys faces.”

“So you’ll do it then?”

“For you Sara, anything.”

“Good, now don’t move, I’m going to ride that monster of yours.”


We had another amazing love making session before going to sleep.

*****

The next day neither of us had to do anything for our uni courses and I spent some time on the internet looking for a machine that would give Sara a lot of pleasure either when I wasn’t there, or if she just wanted to provide me, or anyone else, with something worth watching, and also didn’t take up much space.

What I found, and ordered, was a Sybian with quite a few attachments including straps to stop the user getting up.

It was expensive, but I was sure that Sara would get a lot of pleasure from it. Even more so if we left it down in the lounge so that she could use it there when other people were present.

I got an image in my brain of a naked Sara riding it and having multiple orgasms, all whilst being watched by our housemates.



The Freshers party was the next event that left Sara and myself in the house on our own, Max having to go home for the weekend for some family issue; and I was just as keen as Sara to have some fun in the house. I setup my camera in the lounge and videoed us having a marathon sex session. Afterwards, we went to bed and one of us must have forgotten to close our bedroom door because I half woke up in the middle of the night. The bedroom light was on, and the bedroom door was wide open and I could hear the 3 guys talking about Sara. From where I was laying I could see that Sara was on her back, totally naked, with her legs spread wide and the covers not covering her.

I remember thinking that Sara would be happy being seen like that and I drifted into a deeper sleep.

When I woke the next morning Sara was riding my morning woody. When I saw that the light was still on, and the door open, I realised that I hadn’t had a dream. I told Sara and her response was to ask me if she was playing with her pussy at that time. I couldn’t answer that one.

*****

On the night before everyone started their courses, Sara and I decided to put on a show of our holiday photos and videos. All 3 newbies sounded a little unsure that they wanted to watch holiday photos and videos, but Max told them that they really didn’t want to miss the show, and that he could guarantee that they’d never seen any holiday snaps or videos like they were going to see.

Max and I went to the shops to stock up on beers and snacks and when we got back I setup the 55 inch TV ready for my laptop to cast to it.

You should have seen the faces of the 3 newbies when the first video was of a totally naked Sara sunbathing beside the hotel pool. She was totally naked and her feet were on the ground either side of the lounger. The video continued with me covering her front with sunblock and rubbing her pussy until she orgasmed.


About half way through the show, Sara went and got some more beers for everyone, but when she came back she’d taken her dress off and walked into the lounge totally naked saying,

“I thought that you guys would like to see the real thing alongside the TV.”

Beers handed out, Sara went and sat beside the TV, facing us guys, and it wasn’t long before her knees spread and she started toying with her pussy.

For the rest of the show, I kept looking at the other guys and saw that their eyes kept going from the TV to the live pussy, and back to the TV.

Sara could see the playing video on my laptop screen and she timed herself to cum at the same time as she did in one of the videos.


The 3 newbies, and Max, all went up to their rooms just as soon as the show ended, and Sara reckoned that they were all going to have a wank in the privacy of their rooms. She was probably right.

Me, I was just as horny as the other guys, and I told Sara to come and kneel either side of my thighs. She did, and she slowly impaled herself, then rode me to mutual orgasms.

*****

The Sybian arrived towards the end of the next week, and when Sara saw the box she asked me what I’d ordered.

“A surprise for you lover, one that I’m 100% sure that you will get a lot of pleasure out of.”

We took in into the lounge and carefully lifted the main unit out of the box. All the accessories were in a box within the big box and I hadn’t opened that smaller box.

“What is that?” Sara asked.

“A Sybian.”

“What’s that?”

I opened the box of accessories and when Sara saw the big dildo attachment she said,

“Oh my gawd Dylan, I love you so much. I can ride that when you aren’t here, I’ll help you carry it up to our room.”

“Actually Sara, I thought that we could leave it here and if one of the other housemates is around when you decide to use it they will get a pleasant surprise.”

“Wow, even better, did I tell you how much I love you Dylan Hamilton, can I try it now?”


Sara was stripped totally naked by the time I’d fixed the big dildo and clit vibrator in place and she didn’t need telling how to mount it, nor any lube.

“What’s that metal at at the tip of the dildo?” Sara asked.

“I have no idea,” I lied, I’d read that sales blurb on the website,”I’ll plug it in and play with the controls while I read the instructions.”

As soon as I plugged the power lead into a wall socket Sara gasped then said,

“Oh my gawd, this is amazing, it’s vibrating and it feel like it’s going round in wide circles inside me, and that scrubbing brush thing is giving my clit a real workout, I’m not going to last long. Hey, what are those straps for?”

“Patience oh sex goddess. I haven’t got to that bit in the instructions.”

I quickly skimmed through the instructions then got up and ran upstairs. As I came back down I was waving Sara’s wrist cuffs in front of me. She grinned as I cuffed her hands behind her back.


Just then, Conor arrived home and just stood there with his mouth wide open as he took at the sight.

“Come and watch if you want mate, we just got this thing and Sara wanted to try it out straight away.”

“What is it?” Conor asked.

“It’s called a Sybian,” I replied as I fastened the straps round Sara’s thighs making it impossible for her to get off the machine. “Obviously you can’t see them right now but there’s a dildo and a scrubbing brush thing under her clit and she tells me that they are both vibrating. You can see from her face that they make her feel good.”

“Yeah.” Conor replied, still looking like he was in a state of shock.

I went back to the instructions whilst Conor just stared, and Sara moaned and looked like she was in heaven.

“I’m gonna cum soon.” Sara said as I read what the red button did, and pressed it.

Sara screamed and a powerful orgasm exploded out of her.

Conor and I just stared, transfixed as wave after wave hit Sara.

As Sara got some control over herself, she said,

“What the fuck did you just do Dylan?”

“Gave your insides an electric shock, was it good?”

“That thing gave your insides an electric shock Sara,” Conor asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, and yes,” Sara replied, “You guys will never appreciate what goes on inside a girl.”

“Not sure that I ever want to know, just the thought makes me cringe.” Conor replied.

“But it was good, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“It was, and I’ll cum again quite soon if you don’t switch it off.”

“I think that I’ll just leave you there with it switched on Sara, see how much you can take.”

“Dylan,” Sara replied in a disbelieving tone. “what about, oh, okay then, but keep an eye on me, I might just pass out.”

“No need, the others will be back soon and I’m sure that they’ll keep an eye on you. Now, I’ll just go and have a shower then get some food ready, beans on toast okay Sara?”

“Dylan!”

“Conor, take the control, have a play with it but don’t press that read button too often or Sara might just pass out.”


I gave Conor the Sybian control and went up to our room. After a shower and sorting a couple of things, I phoned an order for some pizza then went back downstairs. I could hear Sara shouting a few obscenities, ooh, aarghs and moans. When I looked into the lounge all the other housemates were there watching Sara, Elber had the control and Conor was videoing Sara who looked very happy, but tired.

“Dylan, please.” Sara pleaded when she saw me.

I took pity on her and unplugged the power lead. Looking at Sara I wasn’t sure if she was happy that I’d done that or not. I uncuffed her wrists, released her thighs then helped her to her feet but her legs just gave way.

Max and Rhys were nearest and they started moving to catch her but I’d already got her and I picked her up then sat on the sofa with her sat on my lap. I let her snuggle to my chest for a while as the others went about doing what they had originally intended to do when they got home.

“So how was that Sara?” I asked when I thought that she’d be able to give me a considered opinion.

“Oh Dylan, that was, that was, awesome, no, beyond awesome. I orgasmed so many times that I lost count and I couldn’t do anything to stop that machine. I hate those guys for tormenting me like that, but at the same time I love them. The lust in their eyes was such a turn on.”

“Are you sore?”

“I think that I might be when my insides stop shaking. I need a drink, can you get me one please?”

“MAX,” I shouted, “CAN YOU GET SARA A GLASS OF WATER PLEASE?”

Seconds later, Max appeared with the water and when he passed it to Sara he said,

“You look all in Sara.”

Sara laughed the replied,

“What do you expect Max, you lot didn’t have to press that red button so many times.”

“But you liked it when we did, you orgasmed every time.”

“I did, but if it had gone on for much longer you would have had to explain to the police how you had killed me.”

Sara took another drink the passed the glass back to Max who went back to the kitchen leaving Sara to rest her head on my chest and my arm went round her and cupped one of her tits again.

“I love you Dylan Hamilton.” Sara said as she closed her eyes.


Around 10 minutes later, the front doorbell rang. Conor was just coming down the stairs so he opened the door.

“Pizza for Dylan.”

“Err yes, I’ll take it. He’s sort of indisposed at the moment, he’s cuddling his naked girlfriend in the lounge.”

“Thanks Conor,” I said as he brought the pizza and cola into the lounge.”

“The least that I could do mate, is this Sybian riding going to be a regular thing then, I’d like to draw Sara riding it?”

“I’m sure that she’ll be happy to pose for you mate.”

“Pose for what?” Sara groggily said as she sat up.”

“On your new toy Sara.” I said.

“Yeah, anytime, but not right now, I’m knackered, Is that pizza that I can smell?”


We ate the pizza then Sara said that she was going to have an early night and that I should wake her when I go to bed because she wanted to feel the real thing inside her.

I did a few things that I needed to do, chatted to the other housemates for a while, then went to bed. Sara was asleep laid on her side so I gently eased my cock into her pussy then woke her, well half woke her.

“That’s nice.” Sara said without moving and not actually fully waking up.

I put my arm over her, cupped one of her tits, and went to sleep.

*****

There were many other times that Sara rode her Sybian with our housemates watching her, including some where Conor sat sketching her. He’s quite good at capturing facial expressions. Conor also brought a couple of his Art classmates round to sketch her riding her Sybian, not that it was the first time that Conor’s Art classmates had seen her naked, Sara had been contacted by the Art department to go and pose for the students.

After posing for the Art classes a couple of times Sara started posing with her egg vibrator in and running.

The first time that she came home after orgasming in front of the students, she was ecstatic and she told me to get to our room right away and we had a very energetic fucking session before she told me why she was so horny.

At the end of the Art class the teacher had a word with her. Sara told me that she wasn’t at all embarrassed when he’d told her that he knew that she’d orgasmed. He’s asked her what had triggered it and she told him about the egg. He asked her to wear it, switched on, for the rest of the classes that year.

In fact, he asked her to pose, with the egg, for all sessions during our third and final year at the university as well.


Sara also got asked to pose for the students on the Photography course. The first time that she went she came back quite disappointed because she hadn’t been asked to take her clothes off. I persuaded her to go the next time that she was asked and she came home a lot happier.

The third session resulted in Sara jumping on me as soon as she got through the front door. Apparently, the teacher wanted the students to take photographs of Sara’s aroused nipples and pussy.

After the first disappointing session, Sara had worn her egg vibrator for all subsequent sessions, and that third time Sara had told the teacher that she could quite easily get herself to have an orgasm if that would help. Apparently he had smiled and accepted her offer. Sara went to her bag and turned the vibrations up to that max and orgasmed for the students 3 times before the class ended.

The teacher had been very happy and went on about facial expressions, the shape changing of her vulva and the way her vaginal discharges flowed out of her.

Sara suspected that some of the cameras had been in video mode some of the time.

*****

[VanessaEvans]

The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans

Part 13

On the subject of posing and modelling, Sara got asked to model for the Human Biology classes. This is what Sara told me: -

“When I first got there I was told that I would need to sign a consent form. Thinking that all they could do to me was prod, poke and make me cum, hopefully dozens of times, I signed it without reading it.

Then I had to wait for about 15 minutes before I was called into what turned out to be a classroom. I could see around 15 students, male and female, a low stage at one side with a doctor’s surgery type table on it and a middle-aged man standing on it talking to the students. When he saw me he said,

“You must be Sara, come and join me on the stage, have you signed the consent form?”

“I have.” I replied.

“I’m professor Grimes,”

Turning to face the students he continued,

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Sara, our subject for today. As you can see, Sara is wearing typical female students clothes, a thin top with her nipples poking at the front, and a skirt that is so short that when she goes up any stairs, anyone behind her will be able to see her posterior and possibly her whole genitalia.”

“Sara, are you wearing any knickers?”

“No sir.”

“I thought not, I caught a glimpse of your vulva when you stepped up here and I’m sure that quite a few students and staff have discovered that you don’t wear knickers when you’ve been going about your business here at the university.”

For some strange reason I felt a little embarrassed at being called out in such a way. Then professor Grimes said,

“Disrobe Sara.”

I took my top off and I could feel my nipples throbbing. I was wearing my nipple barbells, but with nothing hanging from them. My nipples being exposed in that environment made me feel both slightly humiliated, and also quite aroused. I folded my top, put it on a nearby chair, then unfastened my skirt and when I hit the floor I picked it up, folded it and out it on the chair.

I turned back to to face the students knowing that all of them would be able to see my clit and the hood barbell, again I wore nothing hanging from it. Professor Grimes looked me up and down then asked,

“Were you born wearing shoes Sara?”

“No.” I replied and quickly kicked them over to the chair that my clothes were on.

“As you can see ladies and gentlemen, Sara obviously shaves her pubic area. Whilst this is good from a hygiene point of view, it also helps to keep the genitalia more visible if the subject chooses to expose herself for arousal purposes. Sara, is that why you shave, wear such short skirts and that jewellery, do you like to expose you genitalia to sexually arouse yourself?”

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t shave, but had all my pubic hair removed by laser treatment, and also that the rest of what he had said was true, but for some reason I felt a little belittled by the way this professor was talking to me. It was like he was trying to get me to chicken-out and run out of there, but the excitement of the situation was compelling me to stay; so I just nodded my head a little.

Ladies and gentlemen, you may also be able to see that the subject’s clitoris is protruding from her labia. Sara, spread you legs quite wide so that everyone can get a good look at your clitoris.”

I did, and again, I felt a bit self-conscious and embarrassed, but also quite aroused.

“I thought so, as you can see, our subject has next to no inner labia and a small clitoral hood. You will also note the moisture on her labia telling us that she is also already quite aroused. Tell us Sara, I’m assuming that you like to spread your legs nice and wide and rub your clitoris until you orgasm, am I right?"

That caught me off guard quite a bit, but somehow, I managed to reply,

“No sir, but my boyfriend takes care of my sexual needs.”

“And do you, or your lucky boyfriend like to use sexual aids, toys, on you?”

“Yes sir.”

“And do you slide your hand down, or up, your skirt and into your knickers and play with that delightful clitoris when you are in lectures or classes Sara?”

“Ha, got you.” I thought and replied,

“No sir, my classes and the lectures are too interesting for me to think about doing that.”

“But you do sit with you knees open, trying to tease the teachers don’t you Sara?”

“How does he know that, has he been talking to my teachers?” I thought before nodding my head.

“I suspect that with a clitoral hood that small, even with that jewellery in, and a clitoris bigger than average which I suspect remains uncovered most of the time, that your sexual desires are quite demanding for your boyfriend, does he get any help from other men?”

Again, I wasn’t expecting that question and I wondered what on earth that had to do with why I was there, but I still managed to reply,

“Occasionally sir.” I replied, somehow feeling a little shame.

“Sara, I bet that you like to be exposed and spanked in public as well don’t you?”

I nodded my head again.

“That doesn’t surprise me. Now Sara, jump up on the table and put your legs in the stirrups.”

I quickly realised that the professor was putting straps round my thighs and wrists to hold me in place.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Did you not read the contract Sara, these are to ensure that you can’t get out of your commitments.”

I was half regretting signing-up for this, possibly more than half as he put a blindfold on me, but I was really hoping that I my naked body would get groped my lots of strangers and that I would get lots of orgasms so I shut- up.


“Right ladies and gentlemen, who can tell me a good way that I can make Sara here have an orgasm.”

There was silence for what seemed like 5 minutes before a male voice said,

“Rub her clitoris.”

Well that was it for me, I moaned then said that I was cumming and my body started shaking.

“Ah, the professor said when I started to get my wits about me. Sara has just experienced an energetic or extra genital orgasm, quite rare, but it’s where verbal interaction have excited the woman so much that an orgasm is triggered. I guess that Sara likes the way that I interacted with her as well.

On the subject of physical free orgasms, there is a rare medical condition whereby a woman can have frequent spontaneous orgasms for no apparent reason. This condition is called Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD) and I’m sure that it can be very embarrassing for the woman. It is also possible for a woman to be hypnotised so that a designated word will trigger an orgasm.

Sara, have you been hypnotised at all? I can recommend a good hypnotists if you want to try it.”

I said nothing, but I made a mental note to find out more about what the professor had just said as he turned and said to the students,


“Now, the suggestion was rubbing Sara’s clitoris. Like this I assume that you mean young man.”

The professor’s hand went to my pussy and I felt my clit being touched and another orgasm shot through me and burst out making me shake and jerk again.

“Impressive Sara.”

And to the students,

“I hope that you are all making notes of what is triggering Sara’s orgasms and the intensity that you believe they are. And note that Sara’s clitoris is very sensitive, it took just minor contact from my finger for Sara to orgasm.

Sara, do you find that accidental contact with you exposed clitoris triggers an orgasm. With you wearing such short skirts and no knickers you must experience lots of accidental contact?”

Without waiting for me to answer, the professor continued,

“Sara, tell us all, what does an orgasm feel like to you, tell us about the build-up then what you feel when you start to lose control of yourself?”

That was another thing that I wasn’t expecting to be asked, but I replied,

“Well it starts with my nipples going hard and tingling, then my clit starts tingling and I can feel all 3 nubs swelling. My clit is usually not hidden by my hood, but if it was hidden, I can feel it escaping as it swells.

If the cause of my arousal continues, the tingling gets stronger and stronger I can feel my whole pussy swelling a bit and my vagina starts to leak. The more arouse that I get, the more I leak. Assuming the stimulation continues, the tingling gets so strong that I just know that something has to give. It’s like an electric shock goes from my nipples to my clit where it explodes out of me in waves.

Those explosions and waves somehow take control of my body and I’m told that I shake and my body jerks about and my vaginal muscles convulse. My brain can only focus on the pleasure that the orgasm is giving me.

If the cause of my arousal continues I can feel more electric shocks going from my nipples to my clit where they too explode out of me in waves. Sometimes, my boyfriend tells me that some creamy, white liquid shoots out of my vagina, but that only happens if he has been teasing me and not letting me cum. He takes me right to the edge before stopping me. When he finally lets me cum the explosion is so strong that I sometimes pass-out.”

“Thank you for another graphic description of your love life Sara. Before we move on to the student involvement aspect of this course, it is necessary for me to give you a basic gynaecological examination.”

I lay there wondering how long that would take as I really wanted to get to the part where the students got their hands on me.

Then I felt a solid object being inserted into my vagina which I quickly recognised as being a speculum. I felt it being opened and me being stretched, then warm breath, presumably, blowing inside me. I moaned a little as the professor said,

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure that you have already covered the basics of female anatomy, but when you come up here to attempt to induce an orgasm, feel free to use the speculum to inspect Sara’s internal vagina and cervix, I’m sure that she will enjoy the experience.

What you probably haven’t covered so far is the female erogenous zones. These vary from female to female, but the common one is the G-spot. Please feel free to explore Sara’s when it is your turn up here.”

As the professor was saying that, he removed the speculum and put 2 of his fingers inside me and rubbed my G-spot causing another orgasm.

Once my breathing was back to normal, the professor said,

“Now ladies and gentlemen, the part of the lesson that I’m sure you gave all been waiting for, I am going to hand Sara’s body over to you and I ask you to try various methods that you believe will make Sara orgasm. Remember, all women are different and some methods of stimulation work on some women and not on others.

You may use any method, and any of the ‘toys’ on that table make Sara orgasm, and I would like you to make notes of your chosen method and the reactions from Sara and we will discuss the session at a later date.”


My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the moment that I had longed for was about to arrive. My body tensed as I waited for the first contact from a student.

The blindfold was still on me so I wouldn’t be able to see the faces of the students as they, hopefully, made me cum, but that sort of added to the excitement of it.

It seemed to take forever, but finally I felt a hand touch my left tit. My first reaction was to flinch a little, but I soon relaxed and started to enjoy it.

I guessed that the first student to try to make me cum was a girl because the hand was light and gentle. That hand soon became 2 and they did every thing to my tits that Dylan does, other than tease my nipples with his cock, but that was enough to raise my arousal level significantly.

When one hand slowly made it’s way down my torso, even the anticipation of what I hoped would come next was enough to raise that level even more, and when a finger lightly rubbed the tip of my clit the orgasm exploded out of me.

As I started get my wits about me again I heard the professor say,

“Thank you Ms. Smith. Judging by the copious secretions from her vagina before you started, I suspect that the model was highly aroused making your attempt to make her orgasm an easy task. Now Mr. Jones, it’s your turn.”

I could tell that Mr. Jones was a Mr. just by the firmness and feel of his hands as they went straight to my vulva. The rubbing of my clit and the finger fucking was firm, positive and fast, and I orgasmed in what seemed like seconds.


And so it went on. I stopped counting after my sixth orgasm, all of them induced in a similar fashion.

After I’d recovered from yet another orgasm, I heard the professor say,

“I just have to attend to something, please continue in turn, and don’t forget to make notes. I should be back in 15 minutes.”

The next student was obviously a male, and at first he groped my nipples, but something felt different. I was just coming to the conclusion that he was stood between my legs and not beside me. Also, there was some mutterings from the other students.

His position was confirmed when I felt his cock entering my vagina.

Finger fucking, dildo fucking and even riding my Sybian, is one thing, but there’s nothing to beat a good fucking by a real cock, and this guy knew what he was doing.

It didn’t take long for both of us to cum and I felt the cock withdraw even before it had gone fully soft, only to be replaced by anther very hard cock.

This second hard cock felt like it was fucking me at one thousand revolutions per minute and my orgasm that the previous guy had induced, hadn’t time to fully fade before I went back up there and over the edge, closely followed by the guy dumping another load of cum inside me.

I was just about recovered when I heard the professor say,

“Right, how are things going, I see that our subject is still highly aroused, her vaginal discharges are quite copious, note the colour and viscosity of them. Right, 2 more students, then we will adjourn this exercise until next week when we will continue where we left of this week.”

I didn’t mention that most of that fluid was the cum of the 2 guys who had properly fucked me whilst he was out of the room.

Neither of the 2 more students fucked me with real cocks, but they did use dildos and vibrators. Judging by the gentleness, and the way the implements moved inside me, I guessed that the students were both girls.

After 2 more orgasms, I heard the professor say,

“Right, that is all for today, as I said a while ago, we will continue this next week, and we may even run over into a third session so that you can all have an attempt at making our model orgasm. You may go now, but I remind you to write-up your notes.”


I heard garbled talking and the shuffling of chairs and feet, then, when everything was quiet, the professor took my blindfold off and said,

“How are you Sara, I hope that wasn’t too much for you but you did sign a consent form allowing all of it.”

As I blinked my eyes to get used to the light, he started releasing first my arms then my legs. He released my legs by standing between them and I saw that his eyes were staring at my pussy.

“You do produce a lot of lubrication Sara, probably more than the average woman, is that ever a problem for you?”

I thought for a second then replied,

“Not at all, my boyfriend, or his friends, usually lap it up with their tongues.”

“Really, lucky guys. Now, as I mentioned earlier, we didn’t managed to get through all the students today, so there will be another class on this subject next week and maybe even the week after, will you be able to be our subject for those session, or will we have to contact other volunteers?”

“I will be available next week and the week after sir.”

“Good, also, there was so many Human Biology students this year that the university has had to run 2 parallel courses, so would you be available for those 2 or 3 sessions as well Sara?”

“Yes sir, I will make sure that I am available, I really enjoyed this session.”

“I bet that you did Sara. You may now lift your legs off the stirrups, climb down and get dressed. Be careful when you try to put your weight on your feet.”

With that he turned and left the room. He was right about standing, it took me a couple of seconds to be able to stand without holding onto the table.

I got dressed and left, getting the dates of the other sessions from the young lady who had given me the consent form to sign. The look on her face told me that she knew exactly what had gone on in that classroom. I also wondered if she had been in the classroom and even been one of the girls who made me cum.

*****

It was an exhausted and very happy Sara who arrived back home. She showered and went straight to bed, asking me if I minded waiting until the morning for us to fuck again.


Those 6 Human Biology, female orgasm, modelling sessions only happened that first semester, but they were repeated again during our final year at university and Sara happily volunteered to be their model again.

*****

Going back to Sara riding the Sybian, we hosted a few parties at the house each year and at each one the guys there easily talked Sara into stripping and riding the Sybian whilst everyone watched her. At 2 of the parties, after Sara’s exhibition, 2 other girls volunteered to have a ride.

Each of those 2 girls had tits bigger than Sara’s and they wobbled about making me appreciate Sara’s solid, small tits even if the other guys there cheered the girl each time there was a significant wobble.

I don’t know if those 2 girls thought that they should stop after cumming once, or if they couldn’t take any more, but they both climbed off after their first orgasm, unlike Sara who kept going until she’s cum more than 3 times. I often couldn’t see Sara because everyone was gathering around her.

Sara never told me if she stayed on the Sybian for much longer because of the thigh straps, or because she was enjoying the show that she was putting on. She never told me and I never asked.

After each show that she put on, Sara stayed naked for the rest of the party and I just knew that she was enjoying being the only one naked.


We went to other parties as well, and at each one she did what she had done at the first year parties, pretended to get drunk and ‘collapse’ next to unsuspecting guys with her clothes in disarray, hoping that she’s get groped.

Sara was lucky most of the time, one guy even lifting her legs over his thighs so that he had better access to her pussy.

Of course, I was watching from a distance to make sure that she was okay.

*****

I haven’t mentioned our neighbours much which I should probably have, 4 first year guys in each of the houses either side of ours, and our first year housemates got to know them quite well. Once they found out that Sara liked being naked around the house, at least one of them seemed to be round at our house most of the time. They said that it was to do joint studying but Sara and I both knew that it was to get a look at Sara’s amazing body.

Of course, both Sara and I encouraged them to come round, and one evening when all 8 of them were at our house, Sara asked me to repeat the holiday snaps and videos show. Just like our housemates, they didn’t seem keen on the idea, but they were soon convinced by our housemates that they should shut-up and watch.

Sara did the wanting them to see the real thing again and was soon toying with her clit next to the TV although I’m not sure how much of the live show that they saw.


Encouraged by me, Sara wanted to have a few Bukkake evenings and I went to the local DIY store to get a tarpaulin for her to lay on, then I watched our housemates, and our neighbours do their best to cover all of her body with their cum as she masturbated for them.

Sara used her hands to help the guys to reach their peak. She also used her mouth to revive spent cocks and I think that all of the guys shot at least 2 loads over her.

Sara had quite a few Bukkakes over the 2 years that we were there. Some were just spontaneous when all our housemates were there, but others included our neighbours and sometimes friends of our housemates and of our neighbours.


Also encouraged by me, Sara asked me to organise a few gang-bangs for her. The first one was just for our housemates. The subsequent ones included our neighbours and even some of the students friends.

Sara considered attempting to break the record for the number of different guys to fuck her in 24 hours, but neither of us to be bothered to sort out the logistics.

I’d bought a couple of boxes of 100 condoms and I had to get more when our third year started. Also, I’m pretty sure that Sara took at least 2 of the guy’s virginities during the first few gang-bangs.

*****
*****

And that’s the highlights of our second and third years at university. We were lucky in that we managed to stay in that house for our third year, and I wasn’t surprised to hear that our housemates, and our neighbours had also managed to get the same accommodation.

*****

We only spent a few days at our parents houses over the next summer break, both of us stating that we had lots of uni projects to complete over the summer. Annoyingly, Sara’s mother still wouldn’t let us share a bed so our time with Sara’s parents was much shorter than with my parents. My mother kept pestering me to ask Sara to marry me, but we were having too much fun to even think about marriage.

*****

Yes, we did go on another month long summer holiday between our second and third years, and it was amazing. Maybe I’ll write about it some other time.

*****

After University.



As I said at the start of this story, both Sara and I managed to get reasonably well paid jobs and we were really lucky that the companies that we now work for are located in the same central London tower block,

Then it was the problem of where to live, but aunt Beth’s legacy came into it’s own and, after a lot of searching, we managed to find a house in the suburbs of the city that we could afford the mortgage on.


Although I am not going to write about most of the fun that Sara and I have been having since we started working, there are a few things that I can’t resist writing about.

One thing is our travelling to work. Although Sara works from home 2 days a week, that still leaves us 3 days a week that we travel to and from work together, well almost,

I say ‘almost’ because after the first couple of days travelling on the underground at rush hour, we decided to make a couple of changes. For starters, I told Sara to travel wearing one of her ultra short skirts, no knickers of course, and a lose fitting top, no bra of course, and to take her business suit in a bag so that she could change in the ground floor rest room before going up to her office.

That change of travelling attire soon attracted the wandering hands of other male commuters on the packed trains and Sara often gets fingered to an orgasm on the trains. Of course, with the trains being so crowded she usually cannot see who is fingering her, or playing with her tits under her top.

After the first day dressed like that, and having an anonymous hand induced orgasm, Sara asked me if she could travel dressed like that every day. Unsurprisingly, I encouraged her to do just that.

Also, to not risk these encounters not happening because Sara had the same guy, me, next to her all the time, Sara and I started travelling on the underground separately, That is to say, I would hang back a little as we entered the station to make it look like Sara was travelling on her own, but I always stay near enough to her to intervene if necessary.

So far intervention hasn’t been necessary, but on the odd occasion that Sara hasn’t struck lucky, I have worked my way to just behind her, and fingered her myself, although I stay silent and she doesn’t know that it has been me fingering her.


Another thing that I can’t resist telling you about is the anonymity of living where we do. When we go anywhere, no one seems to want to talk to you, pretending that you don’t exist and just doing their own thing. Even when Sara wears very revealing clothes when out and about, no one notices and I keep telling Sara that one day she is going to walk down the street totally naked and keep a count of the number of people who appear to be oblivious to her nudity.

With the weather in London being better than at both the University and our home towns, and that we have a small back yard, Sara rarely has any clothes on when she goes out there.

The yard is over-looked, and we’ve seen people looking down at her from the neighbour’s upstairs windows, but even then, it’s only a quick glance.

We’ve tried to make friends with our neighbours and they are polite, but all of then tend to keep themselves to themselves so there is no chance of Sara continuing her bukkake and gang-bangs, but she does spend 99% of her at home time naked, only putting a top on when she has video calls with her colleagues when working from home.


Now that we don’t need time to study, and Sara doesn’t entertain housemates or neighbours, we decided that we needed to keep fit and became members at the local sports centre where Sara teases other members by wearing ultra short skirts instead of shorts for badminton and squash, her crop top being so brief and loose fitting that her tits often escape. For swimming she wears matching, mesh, see-though bralette and G-string. The G-string getting pulled to one side when we are in the water where we often fuck.

Sara is often the only one naked in the sauna and steam room where she always sits with her legs spread wide to tease any other members that are in there.

So far, no one has complained.

We have also taken up jogging, Sara wearing the same as she does for squash and badminton. I love following her and watching her tiny skirt bouncing around, revealing her bare butt to me and anyone else who cares to look.

I have signed-up Sara to be a model for the Photography, Art and Human Biology classes at the nearby university, but we are still waiting for them to get back to her.


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Well, I think that I’ll end this story here, but there is every chance that I will write about our second, month long holiday, and about more adventures that I’m sure we will be having once we find out more about what goes on around our part of London.

[EddieDavidson]

I know that some people out there don’t like my writing style, nor my poor English,

I sincerely apologize if you may have thought my comment was intended to be critical!

Let me also say that if anyone has given you a hard time, I appreciate your attitude regarding it and wish that I could adopt the same.
I would never say your English is poor. It's perfectly clear, well written and I like the way it reads.

In my own comment, I mentioned that I love your dirty imagination and stories. I also mention that you usually paint "word pictures".

You create a character as a storyteller and begin at the most interesting point in their lives. Often, this is someone with a different take on sexuality and their body, and that's awesome. In order to clarify what my comment was about I'd like a chance to rephrase it!

I was hoping it was taken in the spirit of constructive feedback from a fan! I've often cited your works with other notable authors like Vulgus, MaryS, Tailweaver, Hooked6 as an inspiration in my blogs. What I had meant to illustrate with my example was there was a point in your story that I thought you could paint it as vividly as some of your other works. It was not intended to be a nit!

Many authors have inspired me and helped me along the way by telling me things that have improved my writing overall. Hooked6 for instance is a great example. I try to slow down and luxuriate in details, descriptively adding sights, sounds, smells, and trying to bring the reader with me with more senses than just what the story teller heard spoken and saw happen. The details are what matter to me in stories because it adds so much authenticity.

When I read your stories that's what I get as well. You give me someone's life, but not in a summary police blotter "this happened, this happened next". It's more like you are evoking this girl Sara, whose being asked an outrageous question and you are giving me hints of her reaction.

When I made my comment, I was trying to share that my own experience is 80% of communication is non verbal. Yet, we often see only the dialogue. I should have said that I am not as smart or as imaginative as you (clearly) - so when you say that you have poor english, I dont see it.

There are people I've known, who can give me a look and that's all I need to understand what they are saying. I incorporate that "show" style in my writing to include those non-verbals, because Sara's fidgeting or nervousness while Professor Grimes asks her would be delightful to imagine - you probably see it clearly as you write. I need more because I am old, and don't pick up on those context clues as well. I love the scenario enough that I am trying to see it and I am searching for if Sara is clinical and stoic, fidgety and nervous, vulnerable and naive, impish and clever, sexy, haughty, pissed off. I am scraping that story to get that juice. Does that make sense?

no way am i being critical of it. So, I thought I'd take a moment to clarify, since the LAST thing I'd do is annoy another author or give unwanted feedback that was taken as negativity. That kills me when people do it to me, and I don't have the thick skin.

I have to be hit over the head with it. That probably comes across in my writing, because I'll elaborate on details that many readers may feel are unneccesary. They want to get to it and I am going to tease, and make them anticipate that ending. I am going to flit around with that opening scene and try to hook them like you did here in this one.

“Disrobe Sara.”

Two words. Two fucking words.

You say it all with two words. It's my favorite part of this whole story and I've written 70+ stories, some of which are 50+ chapters and I've never in my time writing felt like I wrote two words that could evoke that feeling.

A sculptor does more with what they leave out, than what they leave in. I am still the guy sitting there trying to picture what else is happening while those two words are spoken though because it moved me.

But here is old Eddie with his pecker in his hand, trying to imagine and coming up short. I've got the scene just so in my perverted old head, but what if I am wrong? what if that's not how you painted it. So, helpful (but stupid) Eddie tap-tap-taps to Vanessa and asks for details because Eddie (me) wants to be fapping it to the right scenario. So I thought I'd be helpful - so if my comments were the source of any concern in the slightest, I am sorry. It happens to me, and I'd never do it intentionally to anyone else.

The people that do it to me make it very clear they wish i'd drop off the fucking planet. I am guessing it's actually one troubled guy on this forum, but that's not what this post is about. I say it only to say I can relate to how you may have felt and wouldn't want to be the source of anyone's frutration even if they don't give a fuck about what I have to say and know to ignore me. I'd never be negative on here to a person contributing to our shared enjoyment. Absolutely, not.

Fuck, what a powerful line. So much is happening in that one line. It may not even seem that way to you, but to me - there is this moment, fight or flight. The pulse quickens. I change places with the story teller and now - I have a choice to make. Do I strip and be naked in a room full of people that are clothed?

Fuck, that's hot. That's what I like about your stories. You do that in all of them. You do it differently in each one.

People sometimes accuse me of "Writing the same kind of story" and maybe I do, maybe I do not. I can only say that the elements that work for you in combination are these moments that may seem similar - but it's compelling enough that I'll read every god-damned one of your stories and love it. I've not found a vanessa evans story that I didn't enjoy thoroughly or thought was the same. They have similar elements but so do action movies about kicking ass and pornos. I won't stop watching either.

You've painted such a sexy story, that it moved me to respond. Think about that for a moment. All the people who read our stories and say nothing may have been moved to jerk off, jill off, or not at all. But, someone who took the time to 'feel' your story enough to take the time to write to you with constructive feedback is a gift that I rarely get.

I once had a person angrily write to me about a character in my story getting a tattoo. THEY WOULD NEVER DO THAT!!

My initial reaction was much like yours - A stormy "How dare you not like my story! You have the audacity to tell me how the character would and would not behave?"

I am glad I didnt respond that way. I thought about it for a little while and upon reflection I realized that to him - my characters were real enough that he could have an emotional reaction to a choice they made.

If Captain Kirk or Mister Spock don't act the way I think they should in the new movies, I get pissed off. That's because to me, these larger than life characters are real enough to piss me off when I see the Star Trek movies have Spock making out on the transporter deck with Uhura. He'd never have fucking done that.

So, this guy - he wasn't pissed at me. He was pissed that the character he cared about marked her body permanently with a crazy tattoo marking her as a cock hound. Well, fuck me! What a fucking compliment in disguise that was. I had never had that experience before. I had never had someone tell me that my character felt real enough they had an emotional reaction.

And so, it turns out that guy became a good writing partner and friend for years after that and I learned a valuable lesson about my own ability to write characters. I hope that my rambling doesn't in any way offend, because it's intended only to share my true appreciation for you and these stories. I dig it. I simply want to know things about Sara that don't jump off the page to me.

Sara's reason for volunteering, her feelings as she was told to disrobe. This is a pivotal moment to me. had she done it before a thousand times and it was no big deal? Had she worked herself into a tizzy right before? Had she taken a shot of whiskey to steel herself? had she been feeling naughty and excited? wondering if the people who saw her body would jerk off later to it?

I've been told by strippers that one of their turn ons was that they knew guys were jerking it to them in the bathroom at the strip club and it made them feel powerful and sexy. I have seen some of them get wet during a table dance and modestly apologize that this seldom happens to them and they give me that vulnerable look.

(Keep in mind, it probably ALWAYS happens to them and they realize this is the best way to soak me for money) but I am game to play a little pretend in the right situation).

That being said, I dig your stories, please continue, I love them, don't change a god-damned thing if you don't want too, and do me a big favor and let the world kiss your ass if they don't like it - You are appreciated, thank you.

If my comment offended, consider the source - I am an old perverted dumb ass who just wants to help. /i] I always love to encourage authors to write because I try to read as much as I write, to keep myself sharp. If I can keep that ratio up, that's going to inspire better writer all around for me. I don't steal from other authors but I stand on the shoulders of authors exactly like you. I learn how to be better at telling stories by example and with good advice.

[salen]

I know that some people out there don’t like my writing style, nor my poor English, and you know what, I don’t care. I don’t write stories for fame or fortune, I write these stories to relive some of the ideas of what I would have liked to experience when I was younger. To those critics I say, no one is forcing you to read my stories, so if you don’t like my style, my English, my grammar, my spelling, or anything else about me, STOP READING NOW, I just don’t care.

I've always liked your stories, some are better than others of course, but they (almost) all hit themes I love to fantasize about. While I can't keep up with everything you're posting here now, I recognize a lot of them while also finding a lot I've never read. I appreciate having all of your work in one place.