University Challenge - Part 3 - Sex Stories

University Challenge - Part 3

... replied in time with his rocking movements and the easing of his head into my slit. His buttocks immediately tightened again beneath my fingers and his smooth rounded head popped between my tight inner lips and into my vagina again, making me gasp. He held himself still, his nearly-fully-hard cock half way into my body. “Nicola! Will you go out with me?” he grinned, thrusting himself a little deeper, making my back arch with pleasure. “Mmmm. I’d love... love to Michael. Now stop teasing me!” He slid his full length into me until his pubic hair ground against mine. Once again I felt full, warm, helpless and in love. And then the unmistakeable sound of a car door slamming sounded through the window. It was close, loud and very familiar. “Christ!” I exclaimed, panicking. “It’s Mum.” “Shit! Shit!” Mike panicked, jumping up from the bed, pulling his cock roughly from my vagina. I yelped in surprise and pushed him away from me, leaping out of the rumpled bed and running towards the door where I grabbed the white fluffy bathrobe that hung there and pulled it on. I hurriedly tied it around my waist as I turned wild-eyed towards Mike who was desperately trying to pull on his tangled clothes. It would have been funny if the risks hadn’t been so great. I put my ear to the door and listened to the distinctive sound of a key being put into the latch. “She’s coming in now!” I hissed. “Stall her!” Mike growled back, his trousers stubbornly wrapped around his knees. “I’ll try!” I said, ...

... then waited a few seconds before tugging open the door and stepping out onto the landing, closing the door quietly but very firmly behind me. Mum was three quarters up the stairs when I reached her. “Hi Mum!” I gasped, breathless. “I didn’t hear you come in.” “Is Michael back already? I see his bag’s in the hall,” she asked, “I thought his train arrived at six. I was going to meet him.” “He’s just gone to the corner shop for razor blades. I missed him too - there was a note on the table. I’m sure he’ll be back soon Mum.” I said excessively loudly, hearing soft low noises from the direction of my room - like a window being opened. Mum looked disappointed not to have been there to welcome her son home. “I suppose I couldn’t have got away early today anyway,” she pondered. “It’s a shame he had to come back to an empty house.” She looked at me with a slightly puzzled air. “Anyway, what have you been doing? You look rather flushed.” My skin prickled with embarrassment as I realised what I must look like so soon after our lovemaking. In horror I wondered whether she could smell sex on me too – I knew I could. “I’ve been for a run. I was just going for a shower,” I replied, begging her to believe me. Mum didn’t say anything for a moment and in the brief silence I was dimly aware that the noises from my room had stopped. I remembered how Mike used to climb up onto the garage roof, then in through my bedroom window when he was younger and had either locked himself out or didn’t want Mum ...