An evening back on campus
written by:
Beverly

Prologue

This is part one of a two-part story recalling events which happened during one evening in a medium sized mid-west city. The events happened both on and near a major college campus. Some of you may be able to determine the location from the description of certain landmarks, etc.

First names are usually the true names of the persons involved, with the exception of me and my ex. At the time, I was 32 years old and married. I have medium length red hair and at 5'4" and 123 lbs am still in pretty good form for a now 34 year old single woman. ===============================================================

At first I was hurt, how could he do this to me - us. Then I got pissed. More than pissed, I was fuming mad as I drove away.

I had come home from my shift early. Ron's (my husband) car was in the driveway, so he must have stopped home for something. He seldom left the clinic during the day.

I walked in and didn't see him. Just as I was ready to call out, I heard a sound coming from upstairs. Sounded almost like a child whining but we don't have any children.

My curiosity aroused, I crept up the stairs to determine the source of the noise. As I crept closer and heard the sound more clearly, I had a better idea what it was. It was someone weeping and moaning. There was some mumbling, but I couldn't make out the words.

I pushed open the door and peeked inside.

She's laying naked on the bed. I recognize her. She's a girl from his clinic. A high school tennis player I think. I see her boobs heaving as she thrusts her hips. His head is at her private area. He's eating her. Eating her! He hadn't been that intimate with me for years. I couldn't begin to remember the last time. Hell, we hadn't even had sex for months - maybe even a year. He's always too busy, or tired or has too many things on his mind. Damn him to hell!

Her legs are wrapped around his neck, draped down over his shoulders.

Her eyes appear to be closed. She's whimpering and moaning. I hear an occasional, "Oooo, ummm" or something like that.

Having seen enough, too much, I back out of the room without closing the door and go back downstairs. I slam the front door behind me and walk back to my car.

I start driving. No idea where to go or what to do. As I drive around aimlessly, getting angrier and angrier as I drive, it hits me. If he can screw a young tennis player, so can I. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Hell, I'll screw the entire team to make up for who knows how many other times he's cheated on me. No wonder we're never intimate. He has a clinic of nubile young athletic beauties he can bed whenever he wishes. Here, I haven't been made love to for nearly a year. No one has licked me in what seems like forever. I'm not sure Ron had ever pleasured me down there since we'd been married. He used to sometimes when we were still dating. Back when he still loved me. But I'd get even. Let him screw his patients. I'm going to get fucked. I'll get someone to eat me! Damn him! Screw him! I was fuming.

I drive across town to the university and park near the tennis courts. I get out of the car and walk to the tennis courts. A couple of kids who obviously weren't from the tennis team and a guy and girl hitting with each other. No tennis team practicing.

Maybe they practice later? I'll walk around campus. I haven't been here since, when? I thought back to when I was a student here.

I had been attending school here when I met Ron. I was in the nursing program and started interning at the hospital where Ron was finishing his residency. Not too long after we started dating, Ron was talking marriage. We would establish a sports clinic. He would bring in partners. I could be a therapist. He had everything figured out - except for one little thing. Money. He was neck-deep in student loans and there was no way he would be able to set-up a clinic while he was paying off his loans.

But with me working and taking care of the loan payments and our expenses, we would be able to get started. Sure, it would be tight for a while, but once we had an established sports clinic, we would be set.

That was 10 years ago. We had married. I quit school and took on a full-time nursing job. I worked overtime, double shifts + whatever extra hours I could get to pay down our debt. It had been tough. We never had time or money for things like vacations, or dinners out or anything. Micky-D's and mac n cheese. I was almost always working to make extra money. He was always working at the clinic or on his business plans. We had grown apart. I'm not sure if we were ever "together". It had been more like a business partnership.

It actually was "our" sports clinic. I had "paid" for it. Now that we're debt-free and have the clinic and a nice income, he decides some nice young high-school tennis player might be more to his liking? He's pleasuring her intimately in our bed? I mean, I'm only 32 and still in great shape. What does she have that I don't? She's actually young enough to be his daughter (he's 39). She's less than half his age! I guess that answers my question. She has youth. She's fresh and pretty and new and unexplored. Things I gave up for him.

Now, here I am, after spending the afternoon in an off-campus tavern while waiting for tennis practice to start. I'm sitting on a bench watching some kids play soccer at the university practice field. There was no tennis practice today. Maybe it's not even tennis season. I don't even know.

Much too drunk to get back in the car and drive back home, or drive anywhere for that matter. I need to get my head and thoughts straight before I get back in the car.

I hadn't noticed him standing next to me, when he asked "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Sure, go ahead. I'm just killing time."

"Are you a fan?" he asked.

I looked at him with a questioning look. "Fan?". I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"Soccer. I thought you were watching the soccer practice. I wondered if you were a fan of the team?"

"Oh. No, not for a while. I suppose I am, or was. I used to follow it when I was a student here, but haven't been around lately."

"Oh, OK. I thought you were a student here now. We don't get many outsiders attending our practice. Actually we don't get that many people attending the games," he laughed. "Soccer's not exactly a major sport like football at this university. We just don't get no respect." He laughed again.

"Yeah." I replied, not even realizing what I was saying or that I was being a bit rude. I was too absorbed in my own troubles to comment on his Rodney Dangerfield reference, "I'm not here to watch practice. Well, I was watching the practice, but I came down to watch tennis., not soccer and there was no tennis practice, so I'm sitting here because I'm a little too tipsy to get in my car and drive. And frankly, I have no idea where I would go, even if I could drive."

"Sounds good to me," he commented, "Let's just sit here and chat while you decide what you're up for next and when you're going to be ready for it. By the way, the tennis team is away at a tournament, if you were looking for someone in particular."

"No, I think to myself, I don't know anyone, in particular, I was planning on fucking them all."

I decide I'm still way too upset. Maybe chatting with someone will be better than sitting here stewing in my problems. "OK, let's chat. Tell me something about yourself."

"My name's Tom. I'm a senior psychology major who's about to graduate. And, with too few prospects for a job, I might add. Oh, and I also play on the soccer team. OK. Your turn."

"Well", I replied, "That's a nice start. Short and concise. Let's see, I'm Beverly. Call me Bev. I'm a nurse who assists my husband in his sports medicine clinic. A practice he probably wouldn't have if it wasn't for my supporting him while he did his residency and started with nothing backing us except my nurses salary. Then I come home and find him in bed with one of the young tennis players he "treats" at his clinic. Damn him. All these years and he just pushes me aside." I was starting to cry. When I get nervous or am upset, I can tend to babble, almost incoherently. I can also be a bit prone to crying when I'm upset and emotional.

"Wow. OK Beverly. Bev. I'm pleased to meet you. But, that's probably enough about our personal lives for now." said Tom. "Just sit here for a minute and regain your composure. I'll pop into the rec room and grab a coke and a few tissues. Wait here, be right back."

"Damn" I thought to myself, "I shouldn't have gotten worked up like that. It's my problem, not his. He seems nice. He's also pretty cute. He's probably running for his life. If he comes back, I'll just chat and see if I can sober up enough to drive home. Yeah, home. I can't even think of anywhere better to go than back to where it happened. FML. Fuck my life."

Tom was back with a coke. "Here, take a sip of this." He handed me a coke. He also gave me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and the tears from my cheek. "Sorry" I said. I didn't mean to get worked up like that. I'm a bit of a basket-case since what happened earlier."

"It's OK. I understand. Well, I haven't experienced what you're going through, but I can appreciate why you feel the way you do and understand why you're upset. It's a normal, even healthy, reaction to something like that. Here take a draw from this. It'll help put things in perspective."

He had lit a small joint and was handing it to me.

"I shouldn't." I replied, "I mean, it's been years. And I've already had several drinks. I need to sober up and go home. Or go somewhere. But I have no place else to go." I was ready to cry again.

"Actually, recent studies show that marijuana helps flush the toxins in alcohol from your circulatory system. This will actually help you sober up." He still held the joint, ready for me to take.

"Really? I've never heard that before". I took the toke, put it to my lips and sucked in it's musky fragrance, holding it in my lungs for several seconds before exhaling. "Where did you hear that"?

"Actually, I made that up." he laughed, "but it worked. You're enjoying it."

It did taste good. I had forgotten how nice it felt to have that warm, soothing feeling move through your body. Pushing aside the bad and replacing it with a pleasant indifference.

"Look," Tom said, "I'm going in to take a shower and change. I'll just be a minute or two. Enjoy the coke and the joint. I'll come back and we'll get some food into you and get you feeling better. Be right back."

I took another deep draw and crushed the little remaining stub on the ground. I did not want to get caught drunk and high on campus.

Several drinks and now a coke. I need to pee. I get up and look around. The facility Tom had entered is the only place I see where I can pee in private, unless I want to walk back to the business district and find a public restroom or walk to one of the classroom buildings. Or find a dorm.

This is the easiest and closest. I enter the building. It looks like it has a locker room and some sort of physical therapy room, maybe more. There has to be a restroom in the locker room. I walk in and find a toilet. I relieve myself and start back toward the entrance. I hear water running and peek around a wall. There's Tom, his back to me, showering. I decide I'll watch for a few moments, at least until I see a bit more. Maybe I can catch glimpse of his cock. After 15 seconds or so, he turns around. Very nice, I think to myself as I observe his nakedness. His penis catches my attention. That's sure a nice one. I wonder what it looks like when he's aroused? Can I arouse him and find out?

About that time he looks over and notices me. "Oh, sorry," he says, "I didn't think to ask if you wanted a shower. Do you want to join me? We're the only people here."

I shouldn't, I think to myself. What happens if I get caught in a university locker room, in a shower, drunk and high?

Even as I'm thinking, I'm slowly walking toward Tom, not knowing or caring what might happen next.

Before I reach him, Tom steps toward me, grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower with him.

"My clothes! I'm getting soaked!" I squeal. I laugh at the absurdity of what's happening.

"Well, we can't have you catching cold." Tom replies as he grabs my sweater and pulls it over my head.

Soon, my sweater and bra are in a puddle on the floor and Tom is working my tight jeans over my knees and down to my ankles.

"Here," I said, "Let me help. I bend down and push my jeans off, one leg at a time. He doesn't need any help removing my panties. I offer no resistance. Soon 'm standing there completely naked, my clothing and sandals in a wet heap on the shower floor.

It's apparent that the sight of my body is having an effect on him. I feel good, even a bit proud that I am. Me, 5'4" and 123. Trim with 34C breasts and a recently shaved pussy with just a sliver of red trim. (although I sometimes wonder why I bother keeping it trimmed. Ron doesn't seem to care, or even notice.) I still look as good as when I attended as an undergraduate, 10 years ago. I stare at him, half embarrassed, not knowing what to do next.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He kisses me and holds me close. I feel his member respond as it begins to search for my female cavity. I move my legs a bit, spreading them to permit easier access to my moistening pussy. He needs no further invitation, and within seconds he's fully erect and inserting his rock hard penis in my now, very moist, eager-to-be-fucked, pussy.

I guess when it's been over 6 months, maybe even close to a year since your last time having sex, your desire builds quickly. Within seconds I'm was squirming and moaning. "Oh, oh, oh - yes, yes, yes." I moan. He keeps fucking me - a rhythmic in and out. Not rushing, just a nice in and out, up - down motion.

It's been way too long since I've had sex. Of any kind - I seldom even masturbate any more. Between my emotions, my pent up sexual frustration, and the alcohol and weed, I need a release.

"Oh yes, yes. I'm cuming. I'm cummmming. Ummmm. OH yes. Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me" I squeal as my orgasm pulses through me. The orgasm is a fantastic release. I shudder as I climax and need to hold on to him for support or I'll drop to the floor.

He holds me close. We're still for a few moments. Then he resumes the rhythmic in and out movement, his cock still hard within my well lubricated and now satisfied pussy.

Well, I thought I was satisfied, but after a few more minutes of his cock pulsing it's way in and out, my body begins to respond again. Within minutes I'm once again sighing and moaning as fiercely as before. "Oh, Oh, Oh. Yes. Do it, do it", I thrust myself onto him with utter abandon. I can't help myself. "Yes, that's it. Fuck me. Harder, harder.

I'm once again sighing, moaning, crying out. "Yes. Please. Fuck me Tom. Fuck me again. Make me cum."

I reach the point of no return, knowing my orgasm is imminent and fearing I'm going to cum without him again, yet feeling so intensely good I can't help it. I notice him increase the intensity of his thrusts. Faster and harder, he begins to moan. "Umm, umm". His breathing is fast and heavy. He's getting ready to cum.

"Oh, Oh, Oh" I'm nearly screaming, "Yes, yes. Please. Please - cum with me. Cummm in me - NOW!" I push my pussy onto him just as he thrusts into me for that final pre-orgasmic surge. We hold each other tightly, squeezing and squeezing as he empties his cock into my eager, quivering pussy. My orgasm is even more intense than before.

"Oh wow," I say after a few minutes of warm silence. "I never expected anything like that. You're incredible."

"Thanks," he replied, "but it was you who turned me on and brought out the beast in me."

I hug him again and hold him to me. He finally pulls away and I turn and pick up a towel that's on bench. "OK?" I ask.

"Sure. I'll go get another one." He walks back to the changing area.

"Have you got anything dry I can wear?" I call, looking at my shirt, bra, jeans and underwear in a wet pile on the floor.

"Yeah, I have something. I'll be right back."

I'm drying myself off, when I sense something behind me. I turn and see this beautiful black man staring at me. He must be six feet tall or even slightly taller. He's very muscular. Long black hair, in braids which end just above his broad shoulders. He's obviously going to shower. Naked and holding a towel, he makes no effort to cover himself or his very impressive male organ, which is extremely impressive, even in it's current unaroused state. He hadn't expected me to be in the shower. I half cover myself with the towel, waiting to see what happens next.

He stares at my naked but semi-covered body. "Oh," He finally offers, "didn't know the showers had gone co-ed."

He places his towel on the bench and moves over to adjust a shower. I keep drying off, occasionally bending over and exposing my private parts to his gaze, watching out of the corner of my eye to see what his reaction will be.

He's watching me intently. I'm pretty sure I notice a favorable response from his huge male member as I continue exposing myself to him. By now I'm dry. I toss the towel onto the bench and stand there facing him. My nakedness fully exposed to his gaze.

He continues to watch me. He says nothing. He's now nearly fully-erect. His cock is monstrous.

Just then, Tom walks back in.

"Oh, hi Clyde. Didn't realize there was anyone still here."

"Yeah, me and Tex were in the weight room. Is she yours?" He asks, nodding toward me.

"She's an alumni. I was just showing her some of the changes around campus since she attended."

"Real neighborly of you." Clyde responds. "I think we heard you showing her around, all the way back in the weight room. She must really be happy to be back on campus. Sounded like she was squealing from all the excitement."

Tom grins. I'm embarrassed and begin blushing.

"Look Tom," he continued, still staring at my naked body, his penis now only semi-erect. "You're on the team - we're like brothers?"

"Sure, man," Tom answered. "We're teammates - We're brothers. Why?"

"Well, teammates, brothers, they share things. They share everything. I mean, are you gonna let me show her some things too? I can show her something you didn't. Share your alumni friend with the team." He nods toward me. He's pretty well aroused now. And even though I've just been fucked pretty well, he sure is an attractive, inviting sight.

"Sorry teammate-brother," Tom replies, "She's not mine to share. That would have to be between you and her. Bev, this is Clyde. Would you like him show you something new on campus?"

Clyde continues staring at me.

I stand there naked just looking at him. He stares at me, but is silent.

I look toward Tom and he smiles and nods his head as if to say whatever happens next is up to me.

I take a step toward Clyde and say, "You could ask the lady if she wants to be shared. What 'new' thing on campus can you show me?"

"I can show you something that's better anything than you've ever seen before. Or felt."

"I'm not sure." I reply. "Do you share it with white girls?"

"Babe, you're all pink inside. I'm sure you'll find me more than capable of taking care of your little white ass." He was very erect and seemed to be getting even bigger.

He took a step toward me as I stepped toward him. I took his cock in my hand and began stroking this almost gigantic male member. Fully-erect and very hard. He wasn't kidding. Now that it's engorged with blood, I'm not sure I can accommodate it. I know it won't fit in my mouth.

Still teasing, I ask him, "Are you ready to begin showing me around? What can you show me that's new and exciting?"

He pulls me close and attempts to position himself between my legs. He's a bit too tall and can't begin to get himself, rather his member between my legs and into my waiting pussy. Realizing the difficulty he'll have fucking me here, like this, he turns me around so my back is to him and says, "Just assume the position."

Confused. I stand there, not moving. Should I bend over? Finally, Tom laughs.

"Guess you've never been with a group of black men walking the streets." Tom said.

I'm facing the shower wall. Tom takes my arms and raises them over my head. "Here, lean against the wall. Spread your legs a bit. There, you have it. The standard police interrogation position."

Clyde moves close behind me and places his engorged member at the opening to my pussy-lips. He begins inserting his massive cock into my pussy. I'm tight and he's gigantic. Even though I've just fucked Tom and think I'm as loose and open as I can be, he's still very tight. Too tight. He won't be able to get it inside me. I can't accommodate the girth of this massive black cock.

"Go slow," I beg, "Nice and easy. Please be gentle. Don't hurt me."

Clyde is slow and gentle. He doesn't force himself or rush things. Very slowly and gently, he inserts just the head of his throbbing penis into my waiting pussy lips. As I'm able to accommodate that, he slowly pushes just a bit more. A little piece at a time. No rushing. He's very patient. Slowly in and out, just a bit more each time. I'm tight and at first it hurts a bit, but soon, my juices are flowing freely and he's about as far inside me as he's going to get. I've never been so full. There's no pain now. My pussy is tingling with excitement and anticipation. I'm thrilling in this new sensation of being having my pussy stretched to it's limit while also being probed to it's depth.

Once he's inside me and my pussy has adapted to his massive cock, he feels so good that if I hadn't just been fucked, I would have cum immediately, I might have even cum while he was still working his gigantic member into me. However, having just been satisfied, I'm really enjoying this, knowing I'll not only cum but also thrill in the sensations being created by this insatiable black fucking machine taking me from behind.

"Oh, OH, Ummmm. You feel good." I'm determined I'm not going to the the one to cum first. I'll drive him to exhaustion before I let him make me cum before he does. But within minutes I'm questioning myself - damn this feels great. I quickly abandon my just recently determined make-him-cum-first resolve.

"Oh, oh, God," I pant. "Oh god. You're good. You're big. Oh my god, you're so big."

I feel myself beginning my ascension. I'm going to cum. Soon! Can I last until he cums? I'm sweating. I feel my toes curling, squeezing, trying to clench the floor. I'm ready to cum. I'm going to cum now.

Suddenly he begins grunting. His thrusts become faster and more intense. I sense he too is ready to cum.

I increase my intensity, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts into me, imploring him, daring him, to probe me deeper. Harder.

We're both on the brink or orgasm. "Oh, yes, Oh yes." I cry, "I'm cumming, I'm cummmming. Cum with me. Shoot into me. Cum." I thrust and twist, inviting, demanding, he cum with me. "Cum. Cum now!"

After two additional powerful thrusts, he begins pouring his seed into my stuffed pussy, emptying his loins and filling me with his sperm. It's insane. I'm ecstatic from the sensations of being filled, stretched, and satisfied by this monstrous black cock shooting it's secretions deeper inside me than anyone ever before.

He remains inside for a few moments while we both recover, then slowly pulls his still half engorged member from within me. He turns me around, hugs me to him and pats my ass.

"Real nice pink stuff" he said, "But an even nicer white wrapper." he laughs.

I lean down and gently kiss his almost flaccid member. He hugs me again, then turns away to the shower, which is still running.

"That was fun to watch. You seemed to enjoy it." says Tom, continuing with "Hey, grab your things."

Grabbing my soaked shirt, jeans, bra and undies from the floor, I follow him out.

He hands me a t-shirt and a pair of soccer shorts. "Sorry, but it's all I have with me."

"It'll do," I reply. They're certainly better than a pair of soaked blue-jeans and a wet sweater shirt.

"Don't get dressed yet," he instructs. "Let's spend a few minutes in the tub."

He leads me into what I guess was a therapy room. A few benches and two tubs. One for ice therapy and one for hydrotherapy. The ice tank was empty. He turns on the jacuzzi and climbs in. I follow.

He lights another small joint, takes a pull and hands it to me. "We shouldn't be doing this in here," he adds, "but what-the-hell. YOLO."

I look at him. "YOLO?"

"You only live once."

I take another a long draw and feel myself in complete agreement with this what-the-hell, YOLO attitude. I feel pretty good, considering how the day had began.

"I would imagine those hydro-massage jets might be starting to feel pretty good down there." he said amusedly.

Taking another deep draw from the joint before handing it back to him, I position my legs and hips so a water jet is streaming onto my private area, surprised at how stimulating it feels. A few minutes of this and I might be able to cum again, I think to myself. Or better yet, I'll get Tom fuck me again, here in the tank. I'm not sure if it's my screwed-up emotional state, the alcohol, the weed or everything together, but I'm insatiable. Twice fucked and yet wanting more. What's happening to me?

As I start to reach over to touch his leg, he stands up to get out. I start to stand, but he motions for me to remain seated. "Wait here. I'll be right back. I forgot to give Clyde the keys to lock the place up." With that he's gone.

I lay back and close my eyes, positioning myself so the water jet is streaming between my legs. Pulsating on my, once again ready and increasingly horny, private area. I might even cum a bit before Tom gets back I decide as I squirm closer to the streaming jet and move my hand down to my private area. I begin using my fingers to supplement the pulsing stream of water. I throw my head back and emit a low moan as the jets of water and my hand continue their stimulation of my clitoral area."Ummm, Ummm" I moan. I'm almost ready to cum again.

"I have something better than that."

I open my eyes and see an enormous man standing next to the jacuzzi. Well over six feet tall and massive. Extremely muscular. Real nice looking. Short, closely cropped dark hair. Did I mention he was huge? He has a towel in his hand, but he's naked. A glance at his midsection reveals a massive, fully erect cock, just a foot from my face.

I'm embarrassed. I hadn't expected anyone except maybe Tom, to come in a find me in the jacuzzi massaging my private area. I can imagine how I must have looked, my head thrown back, moaning, attempting to pleasure myself with the water and my fingers.

"Uh, I'm just waiting for someone." I stammer. "You know Tom - he's on the the soccer team? He was just here." I can't think of anything else to say.

"Yeah, I know Tom. I just thought you might be wanting something a little better than those jets and your fingers. If so, I'm here for you. But if you're waiting for Tom, OK"

Just then, Tom returns.

He looks at me. "I see you've met Tex, well Gary, but we call him Tex cause he's a farm-boy from Texas. He's a red-shirt from the University of Texas".

"A red-shirted soccer player? I've never heard of those here unless they were from Brazil or somewhere. Texas?"

"No, not a soccer player. He's football. You can't really imagine a guy that size on a soccer field, can you?"

Football, that made more sense. He was big. Huge, massive. Shoulders, chest, arms, legs - everywhere you looked, he's big. I stand up, step from the jacuzzi and walk over to him, still naked. I extend my hand. I'm still pretty aroused from the water jet and my fingers.

"Pleased to meet you, Tex", I offer my hand.

A polite, "Mam" was his response as he takes my hand instead of shaking hands, kisses it gently.

"A real gentleman, nice. Well Tex, from Texas, are you a cowboy?" I tease.

The nearness of my naked body is having an invigorating effect him. He's once again, fully erect. The thought of my making him this horny, increases my desire. I want him inside me. Continuing to hold his hand, I move even closer. My breasts almost brushing against his chest. I decide to tease him a bit and see his reaction. Can I get him to want me right now, right here?

"Yeah, I know my way around the range. I was raised on a cattle farm. I ride horses. I've hearded cattle and roped a bit. I've even ridden a bull once, but not for long." he laughed, "Yeah, you could call me a cowboy. I'll even hog-tie you if you'd like?"

"Well, no to the hog-tie right now. Maybe another time. What would you do with a little filly like me? Can you tame me cowboy? Can you take this little filly for a ride?" I asked huskily, rubbing my breasts against his chest.

He didn't say a word. Standing there, he took me by the waist, and lifted me as if I were a toy doll, and began lowering me onto his fully erect member.

I squeal and grab his shoulders, placing my arms almost around his neck, my head pressed against his massive chest. I wrap my legs around his waist. I wait excitedly as he continues lowering me onto his massive pulsating cock.

Once completely inside me, he settles himself for a moment, then moves his hands from my waist to my ass-cheeks. He holds me by my bottom and begins thrusting himself into me while bouncing me up and down on his cock.

"Well, ride em cowboy" I think as I began bouncing, up and down as he raises and lowers me. Up and down, on and almost off. Each thrust moving his member deeper inside my eager, willing pussy.

I've never been fucked like this before. I have almost no control over what's happening. It's all up to Tex, raising and lowering me, up and down, bouncing me as if I'm some sort of female fuck toy. Which to him, I guess I am.

Not that I'm complaining. I'm perfectly content letting myself be used like this as long as I cum. Soon, I'm crying out and moaning from the sensation of him deep inside my pussy as I prepare myself for yet another orgasm.

His hands on my ass-cheeks, one of his fingers accidentally rubs against my anus each time he lowers me onto his probing, thrusting cock. I've never experienced anything like this before either. His penetrations into my pussy as his finger tickles of my butt-hole is driving me fucking crazy.

"Oh, ohh. Yes. Fuck me Tex. Bounce me on that wonderful cock of yours. Faster. Harder. Yes."

I sense I'm going to cum soon. I notice Tex is bouncing me up and down on his cock faster than before and his thrusts are even more intense. He too is moaning and sighing. I feel sweat forming on his chest.

"Tex - are you ready to cum? - I am."

"Almost" he grunts as he begins pistoning his cock in and out like a jack-hammer. He can't possibly hold this pace for long. He's panting like a race horse.

"Ummmm, Ummmm, Oh god. That's it, I'm cummmmming. I'm cumming Tex". I squeal as I begin twisting and squirming on his cock, ready for another orgasm myself, and attempting to get him to cum with me.

"Ummm, Ummm, Ummmm. Yeah, I'm ready." Tex grunted. "Here it comes."

Twisting about, squirming and squealing, I feel him stiffen and push me all the way down onto his cock. For just an instant, he holds me there, tight on his massive cock. Then, with one final upward thrust, he surges into me, filling me with his manly juices. "Oh, OH, OHHH", I scream as the intensity of yet another orgasm surges through my entire body.

He holds me for a few moments, then very gently, lifts me off his now semi-erect organ. He hugs me for a moment then gently lowers me to the floor.

I feel totally drained, wiped out.

He looks into my eyes and asks "Was that OK Mam?" looking at me for my approval.

"I have to hand it to you Tex. You were right. That was better than that jacuzzi thing. Much much better." I laugh and wink at him.

"C'mon Bev." Tom calls as he tosses the keys to Tex. "Here Tex, you lock up. Bev and I are going to get some food in her."

"Sounds good to me." I reply. "Bye Tex. Thanks for the ride. Next time we will try the hog-tie thing."

Ted catches the keys and laughs as we leave the therapy room.

A bit of food in my stomach sounds good, I think to myself. Lord knows I've had everything else in me this evening.

"Anything in particular you'd like?" Tom asks as we leave the building.

"Well, I am getting a little hungry. I haven't eaten since this morning." However, my stomach is telling me it doesn't feel like it wants anything heavy or greasy. My stomach is feeling a bit queasy. Too much excitement, probably. Too many emotions. I need something lite. "Any good soup around here?"

"Tognazzi's bistro" replys Tom. "Were they here when you attended?"

"Not that I remember. But lead on. I'd like a bit to eat. Are you sure you don't mind? Do you have anyone else you need to meet? I mean, I really don't need an escort or anything. I can find my way around."

"Yeah, you were doing so well when I found you. Almost passed out on a bench. But no problem, I got nothing I'd rather be doing, or no one I'd rather be spending time with than you."

"I wasn't almost passed out. I was just resting and getting my bearings. Things have changed quite a bit in the years since I've been gone from campus." I'm happy he doesn't have someone special he needs to be with.

We continue chatting while we walk. He's really nice. Probably make someone a good husband some day, if he can keep his eyes and hands off (and penis out of) the younger pretty ones. Unlike someone I know. Damn, I find myself beginning to get upset again. "Stop!" I tell myself.

"Here we are." Tom says as we reach a nondescript building about one quarter mile off campus. "Tognazzi's. I think you'll like it. Let's go in."

I remember the building but am pretty sure it wasn't Tognazzi's when I was here. Some kind of local bar or something? Maybe a bookstore?

We walk in. It's just over half-full with the dinner crowd. Looks like a mixture of students and a few older folks. Older, yeah, about my age. At least it doesn't just attract the college crowd. Probably be a bit quieter than a typical college hang-out.

We take a booth and a waitress comes right over. "Hi Tom" she says "Where's Cyndi tonight?" She hands us each a menu and asks what we would like to drink.

Anything alcoholic sounds bad after all I had to drink earlier, so I order another coke. Tom orders a beer on tap.

"You seem to be a regular. Cyndi?"

"I come here pretty regularly, yeah. Cyndi comes in with me occasionally. She's my senior advisor. She's a graduate student in the Psych department. Real smart lady. You'd like her. She'd like you. I can call her?"

"No, I'm fine. Actually some quiet one-on-one time sounds ideal." I still had a few ideas about spending more quality time with Tom before the night was over.

I remember I don't have my purse. "Shit", I say, "My wallet. I don't have it with me."

"I've got your clothes." said Tom, holding up a gym bag.

"Yeah, my keys are in my jeans, but my wallet is in my purse back in the car. With my phone." I left both in the car, which was parked next to where I had been watching the soccer practice. I had forgotten to retrieve them after I got distracted when I went in the soccer building to pee. "I better go back and get them."

"Later." Tom says. "I'll cover what you eat and drink. If you stiff me on the tab, I'll stiff you later, if you know what I mean."

"You're practically begging me not to pay you." I laugh. "I'm ready for you to stiff me any time you want. Give me a few minutes and a little food." I don't know what had gotten into me. But I was beginning to have fun again. It was fun kidding around with Tom and his friends. It had been such a long time since I'd had any fun. And even longer since I'd been made love to. I hadn't been having much fun of any kind, anywhere. "Don't go there, Beverly." I told myself. "Try not to think about what happened earlier today. Just have as much fun tonight as you can. Yeah, enjoy the night. YOLO."