I was in college and because of this my lifestyle had changed considerably. I met my ex in English Lit class, this amazing 'carrot top' of a lady. She had soft,luscious,creamy skin and orange-red hair. It was great too, we shared expenses and this made life more tolerable. Besides, male roommates were not for me. Why I never suspected her debauched ways I, to this day, will never know. At the time, I just wrote it off on my head being buried in books in the 'stacks' at the university library. Whoa! while I was doing that, her head was definitely buried somewhere else.
So it should come as no surprise to anyone what follows. Maybe it was my youth maybe it was something else. Maybe it was the thought of excitement. I always liked being different. But maybe I was just stupid, plain and simple.
One afternoon, I came home for lunch, it was Friday, and I had no afternoon classes and didn't have to go to work until later in the afternoon. it was late fall and quite nice weather still. I threw my books onto the sofa and headed for the kitchen.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned to sit at the kitchen table. Before me was a large book, opened up and looking at it more closely I realized it was Lori's diary! I debated looking at it. Usually, she kept it on the bookshelf and I knew it was there. I respected her space there and never looked in it. Never even desired to.
However, it was open as if she wanted me to see what was inside. So I looked on the table for a note of some kind. I even thought maybe she left a note in the diary. However, to my amazement [though I really should not have been surprised], I saw her 'escapades, clearly written down! Was there a reason for her to leave this out like this?
Many thoughts raced through my mind, shuttering, stammering thoughts piercing my brain. There page after page of details and descriptions of debauchery that me and her had never done. The most shocking was her affair with a History professor she had met the semester before and his friends. The affair started out with him alone and grew to 'gang bangs' with his friends and one or two of his other girlfriends. As these liaisons grew, it became apparent that this excited her to no end and basically grew into a sort of sex club.
My heart went to the pit of my stomach as I read entry after entry. I felt like an inadequate idiot as I read through this. But yet, the picture in my mind of all her activities, started to become exciting. I was awash with anger and excitement as each page revealed more of her romps.
I decided that evening to confront her with this. I left the journal open at the place she left it and went to the library, trying to consider how to approach this. The mind races out of control. I returned home later to find her already home and the journal had been put away in its usual place.
I finally got the nerve up to tell about my discovery and asked what the hell was going on. Did she want to leave me? Should we split up? We got in to a terrible argument. Finally she said, 'Well, I don't care, I am going over there this evening'. So I blurted out, 'Fine, I am coming with you'.
There was a long silence, I said, 'Call him up and ask him'. She got on the phone and asked him and he said he didn't care. I couldn't believe this, I couldn't believe I had said what I said. I calmed down and began to wonder .....
PART II
To my amazement, I found myself driving up to her professor's house. I was a impoverished student so I was impressed.
We walked in, they hugged and kissed and I quickly realized this would not be a normal evening with friends. The professor was quite a wine collector and had fantastic French wines. He was a Francophile and studied French history around the time of Louis XIVth. So we sat around the floor and talked about things French, Marquis de Sade, and drank French wine in soft light, listening to jazz.
We all three knew why we were there on this early fall evening. No one could quite bring it up. So we tried smoking some pot and drank more wine, this seemed to um...loosen things up a bit more. I could tell that Lori was getting impatient with both him and me. Finally, the French wine and nice pot had loosened her up enough to exclaim, 'I need a back rub'. She whined this with a most girlish face. So she stretched out on her tummy face down on the floor and waited for someone to comply with her wish. I thought to myself at that moment, that I may as well jump into this feet first and started giving her a back rub. It didn't take me long to realize I never gave her back rubs this way and I told her that the only way she would get a decent back rub was to take off her top.
She turned over and sat up. I started unbuttoning her top and took it off. She shivered with excitement at that moment as her exposed breast jiggled with delight and taut, nipples. That was it. I pinched both nipples and exclaimed that we were only half done here. With that, I reached down and started unbuttoning and unzipping her pants and told her to lay down. She had lovely hips so pulling them off were quite fun and this then, exposed to me and the professor, her creamy white skin. She let out a slight moan and spread her legs showing the professor and I her now somewhat swollen pussy. I noticed her rubbing her sweet sex as I decided to strip and straddle her tummy so she could have my half erect cock. As I did so, I noticed the professor spreading her quivering legs apart so that he could lick her lips and clitoris and to tongue the recesses of her pussy.
What went through her mind I can only imagine. The caress of his tongue on her sex? My cock filling her mouth as I ran my fingers through her hair? She wanted to turn over and get on all fours. Thinking about that seems very pagan, very primal. She raised and thrusted and arched her back. Lori met every stroke with a thrust towards him with her body. The professor stripped and I laid down on my back, swollen hard as steel. Lori continued throating my cock as the professor continued to lick her from behind and fingering her. Her mouth and hand would stroke every inch of me and I noticed her spreading her legs even more and hunching her ass in the air. She liked this more than I realized. To what depths inside her were we to go? We were soon to find out.
The professor would insert four fingers inside her. 'Oh!' she would whisper for no one to hear. She quivered with small orgasms. At times, he would hit a spot and she would practically raise up off all fours. 'Both of you, sit on the sofa', she told us. We did so. She then would suck one of us while stroking the other. The pleasure she gave us. I had forgotten all about my nervousness.
Then she straddled and inserted his cock inside her while still stroking me. 'Get behind me and play with my ass', she told me. I positioned myself behind her. I inserted a finger into her swollen wet pussy and then immediately inserted it into her inviting ass. I spit on my finger to keep it lubricated. I could feel his cock sliding back and forth inside her. Next she got on her 'haunches' squatting on his cock. I inserted another finger. Then I decided to go to the bathroom and find some lubricant. I came back and drenched my cock with a gel. 'Ewwwww' she said as I lightly slid the head of my cock inside her hot ass. It was on fire for lust.
Slowly and carefully my cock slid in. She started moving up and down again, each time thrusting harder. I could not believe the feeling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as deep as she could. We became frenzied. I can only imagine the sensations she felt as two cocks into her and then back out. Stroking each orifice with such pleasure as I have never seen. Then as quickly as we had started she stopped us and turned over. His turn to insert his wet cock inside her ass.
She then sighed and whimpered as he entered her from behind. She settled down full on him and as she did so, she held herself up with her arms, as he raised her legs and brought them back. With her knees almost to her chest, she had exposed her open pussy, her come running to her ass. I bend down and licked her erect clitoris and felt the back of her pussy surge forward as she came again. I could feel her sexual energy flush into her pussy as I entered her sweetness, meeting his cock on the other side. Because of her position, with her knees pulled back to her breasts, my cock reached the top of her pussy. I fucked her with more enthusiasm for quite some time until all 3 of us came at nearly the same time. I could barely stand and sat on the floor leaning against the sofa.
'Come you wimps', she giggled as the professor and I sat spent and exhausted. I remember him laughing as she said this. 'I will entertain you some more', she said with a sheepish smile on her face. Lori walked over to the middle of the living room and grabbed the wine bottle. I sat there in amazement as I anticipated what was about to happen. The professor, shouted 'All right!' as he must have already knew what she was about to do.
Sitting the bottle on the floor she started easing down on it as we were watching. She loved watching herself especially when cocks were inside her. But she also liked objects of just about any kind. This became interesting as she squatted on it and started inserting the neck of the bottle into her sweet flower. I hurried to the bathroom and got a hand mirror for her so she too could watch herself.
Each stroke brough a new sigh from her. At this point the professor went over to her and held the bottle for her as he pinched her nipples. She was now able to move the mirror so she could more plainly see how the neck of the bottle entered her. The lips of her labia engulfed the neck of the bottle, leaving her wetness behind. The professor while fondling her breasts, reached around her quivering body and started fingering her ass. Her orgasm was immensely pleasurable.
I wondered how long we could carry on like this. How long would her lust for our cocks would last. She seemed more and more insatiable. The professor and I were laying on the floor quite flaccid. Yet she now started stoking each of us. She would suck each of us one at a time until we both were quite erect. Then she tried her damnedest to make us come again. We both held on quite incredibly. She then mounted the professor again with her hot and wet pussy. I mounted her from behind. This time I needed only a little lubrication. I felt him come inside her pussy and the throbbing of his cock made me thrust into her more vigorously. She rolled over on her back and thrust her legs wide and her knees back to her breasts. I entered her come filled pussy with great vigor and abandon. I then alternated between her pussy and her ass as the professor straddled her and she licked his scrotum. I finally had to come and filled her pussy with more hot come. She stood up and come would ooze from her lips and down her legs.
We carried on like this for many more hours until day break and slept the rest of the day. There were many other nights and days like this over the following months. Some were with his other two girlfriends. That however, will be another chapter in this debauched set of memories.
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