This story should stand alone, but is part 8 of the series; thanks from Nick, Thien and Thuy if you've started from 1. I'm trying to evoke more feelings and humour this time. Feel free to give feedback or votes - it's very encouraging!
Now I was at university. Classes, reading, talking, coffee, more reading, sunny breaks, more reading...
I was very lucky to get in a shared house with four mates, in a shabby area near the main campus. Brown rental carpet, mismatched furniture, part-time TV, the usual stuff. We had a few gross habits, like the Morning Report and the Pube Challenge, but overall we were pretty clean.
(The Morning Report was invented by Stevo. It involved delivering the best breakfast-time burp or fart; the winner was called Burper or Farter of the Day, if you managed both you were called God of the Day. Performance-enhancing supplements were encouraged and celebrated. Stevo was himself a strong contender in both classes. The Pube Challenge was to claim the longest pubic hair. Alleged lengths were written on the bathroom mirror with a whiteboard pen, with examples occasionally stuck there with Vaseline or toothpaste. They were Good Times. We were Class with a capital K.)
Thien had won a scholarship and stayed in a college on campus, a beautiful neo-gothic attempt at an Oxford college. The arched windows put shafts of light across the halls and it smelled of floor polish and roast dinners. Her room was in an old part of the building set around a quadrangle. It was tiny but at least it looked out over the square of soft grass, which always seemed to have a sleeping student somewhere on it.
I should admit, my university was classes, reading, talking, and sex with my Asian angel in her tiny room, in the afternoon sun. She stayed at my house a few times (the boys really made an effort for her, tidying up and no unusual habits while she was there), but she was actually a good student who worked hard and refused to get distracted. She also had a taste for the outdoors.
Her college had an old slate roof, mediaeval-style battlements and a clock tower. I know this because Thien showed me one afternoon.
How she found the tiny staircase up to the tower I'll never know. It looked like a plain closet door to me. The narrow stairs led up and onto the roof of the tower, allowing us to enjoy the view across the university.
"And no one can see us," she said, peeling off her top to expose her tiny, perfect breasts with their coffee-brown nipples. "Kneel here." So that's why she brought a towel.
I knelt in front of her. She stood assertively, hands on hips, proud nipples standing out. She looked down at me lustfully. "Stroke me through my panties," she ordered.
Sitting back on my heels, I ran my hands slowly up her legs, from her sandals, up her calves, behind her knees and on under her belted skirt. Her thighs stopped at the panties, which covered her pert round bottom and her delicate pubic hairs. I brushed my hands up the front of her thighs and ran them across the cotton fabric. I could feel the outline of her outer lips, from the warmth between her thighs up to where her cleft faded away at her pubic mound. Thien sighed happily. I got the faintest scent of her, which gave me a wonderful idea.
I lifted the skirt over my head. The world went pale blue as I found myself in front of her glorious firm thighs and pale cotton panties. I pulled the panties down to reveal her curly hairs and soft outer lips. But the smell...
What a subtle cocktail of perfumes it was. The base was the sunny grassy smell wafting up from the neat lawns in the quad. Under Thien's skirt the first smell was her natural, slightly spicy smell, mixing with some body spray and her secret flavours: a touch of sweat, a trace of wee, her vagina. The scent of her arousal was there too, growing stronger. It was intoxicating, breathing lungfuls of the mixture. Stroking her furry outer lips and gently parting them added to her arousal and the sexual perfume. Her inner lips were shining with nectar already. I kissed her hole and eased my tongue up the folds. To add to the aromas I stuffed the panties under my nose and moaned with pleasure. Thien responded with a sigh.
"You're liking that a lot aren't you, lover!" Thien scratched my shoulders and stroked my head. "I have an idea that you might like. I know I will. Give me my panties."
She got me out from under her skirt. Taking off her thin belt, she deftly put the panties across my eyes and tied them in place with the belt. My eyes were disabled, my nose was in overdrive. And, as always happens when your eyes are shut, my hearing was enhanced.
"God, Thien, this is incredible already!"
"Let's see what else we can do!" From her tone I could tell Thien was obviously smiling, I guessed the naughty smile. I could also hear her breathing affected by her arousal. "Strip, then sit over here."
She helped we round so I was sitting with my back to the stone battlements. The warm stone added its own smell. I could sense Thien's movement.
"AAAHHH fuck! Thien that's... that's..." Words failed me. Thien had got down to my standing cock, rigid since licking her pussy. She had lightly bitten it, no hands, just her teeth working the foreskin down. Lips tucked under the helmet, she was licking the head. I was seeing stars. "Thien, that's magic..." Still no hands, she slid her soft lips up and down the shaft. I blindly groped and found her long hair swishing as she bobbed. "So damn sexy..." I gasped. It made me dizzy.
Then she stopped.
I heard feet adjusting themselves, sensed movement, then a tiny hand on my pulsing cock.
"FUUUKKK! Thien! O God Thien, fucking incredible..." Not saying it well again. Thien had spun around and must have been squatting, facing away from me. Her little hand had guided my cock straight into her soft wet vagina. She sat down, burying my cock to the hilt. Electric shocks ran from my cock down my legs and up my front. I bucked up into her cunt, scratching my back on the stonework as I did it. She let me thrust up into her hot channel. I could feel her rubbing her clit above my ramrod, stretching and flexing her pussy lips.
I could see nothing, but my nose was filled with her damp panties, as well my skin and hands and cock were giving me unbelievable sensations. Her hips brushed mine, or slapped down onto them. her hands on my ankles flexed and shifted with her movements and breathing. I could feel her juices leaking out onto me. My hands stretching over her tight bottom could feel every curve and ripple, and the narrow line of sweat in her crack. I tickled the hard little ridges round her anus. My cock drove on.
"Oh Nick, you feel good inside me. Feels good you tickling my hole. Your huge cock ramming my cunt. I can feel your balls, ah, ahh, ahhh." Thien's breathing was ragged, she was shuddering. "Ah, Nick, ah, ahh, ahh. AAAAHHH, Nick!" She gasped as she came, a sound I will love all my life.
She sat heavily on my lap, still impaled on my cock. "Ride me. Fuck me, fuck me hard."
She got off me but I could feel her close.
"Fuck me like a dog. Fuck me, you dog."
I felt and found her hips. I was desperate to finish, so didn't use much subtlety. Her lips were open and I thrust in. A few prods and suddenly my cock slipped in and I slapped against Thien's buttocks. "Oh yes!" she cried, "Slap against me!"
My cock was already in charge, slapping into her wide cunt so my thighs hit her skin. My balls swung against her hairy lips again and again. I could feel my orgasm boiling up in them, stiffening my cock even more.
"Oh fuck Thien, you feel fantastic. So wide open. I want to fill you with my come."
"You will. Come in me lover, fill me with come, spurt in my hole." Thien, you naughty angel. That sort of talk will set me off...
Suddenly I was coming. Streams of come shot out of my cock and deep into Thien's cunt. She held still while I gasped above her, thrusting just a few times to get a last spurt.
"Ah Thien, Thien my love, sooo fucking nice! Sooo good with you. Thank you."
"You're pretty fucking hot yourself, lover."
