Fuck me, but that girl is brilliant! Tig is a sponge for knowledge, but also highly intellectual as well. Her professors have exempted her from the usual,Cambridge terms and she’s more or less full-time there with only a couple of weeks off at Christmas and in the summer, although she rarely takes more than a few days.
She is way ahead of her peer group and if she goes on like this, she will graduate as a doctor next year! Then, I have no doubt, it will be a lifetime of research for her rather than clinical medicine.
Cambridge is a old English University. Forget modern halls of residence. Her college has small rooms up winding stone staircases. Her room has an attached ‘tap room’ and is oak panelled. It reeks of age, history and tradition. Not that she’s in there much. She has endless energy and uses it in the labs and libraries. She attends every lecture and demonstration going, and, she tells me excitedly “I spent two weeks in the hospital mortuary! I learned more real anatomy there than I ever did in the dissecting rooms. We only had embalmed, grey bodies in there, but in the mortuary, the bodies are, well, real.” Her reputation had preceded her and the pathologists all wanted a part in her training. She went into details which I’d rather she hadn’t. I suspect she only stopped when I turned green round the edges!
Parties? Sex life? Not for Tig. Even the well-known Summer Ball was missed, mainly because she couldn’t afford it. “I’m spending every penny on equipment, lab time and books.” Certainly she had bought books! Her shelves groaned and asked under the weight of them, and most had post-it notes sticking out of the sides. “Oh, those are possible areas of research - the authors obviously got it wrong. Maybe I’ll put it right.”
When I pushed her on the matter of sex, she merely held up two fingers on her right hand. “Meet my lovers.” Now,you may remember way back that Tig and I had an experience together? Right, well, we’ve had sex on Zoom as well a couple of times. Each time had just sort of morphed from what we were talking about into sex and then, well, I guess we both got horny. I really don’t think Tig is a lesbian, or even necessarily bi-sexual. I think sex simply isn’t on her radar but if it comes a-knocking, I could see her fucking men or women. What she definitely isn’t into is a long-term relationship. ‘Sure, and where would I be fitting that in?” Work comes first and foremost with her and any spare moments she has, well, she may rub one out, or possibly shag someone….maybe.
Yes, I admit that I wanted to have sex with her again. Having sex with someone who rarely does it is like…well…it’s like riding a horse that doesn’t get ridden often….it’s explosive. My dad’s Hunter is like that. Compared to my docile mare, dad’s stallion is what our stable girl calls ‘a crazy fucker’. I’ve ridden him twice, and each time, well, he will walk nicely, trot canter and gallop with dad on his back, but with me, he knows I’m inexperienced, and he is a cheeky horse.
Not that I’m saying I ‘ride’ Tig…or maybe I did….all I’m saying is when her sexual defences come down, like everything else in her life she really goes for it. She had been talking about a motorcyclist who had died when she lost control of her bike and it hit the Armco flipping her high in the air. She broke her neck when she hit the ground. I was trying hard to listen yet not listen. “We stripped her off and her expression was one like every other motorcycle deaths I’ve seen…one of total surprise….how could this have happened to me. Inside….” I really didn’t want to hear about this girl’s insides, so I asked Miss Brain for a distraction. Since Tig’s room was far removed from ‘tidy’, I saw a pair of her panties lying on the floor half under the bed. Miss brain seized on them and supplied me with happy memories, along with questions such as “Wouldn’t you like to smell her on those? How about smelling her for real….or licking her.” I was so far away from what I felt sure was a detailed and grisly description of a post mortem than I missed the question “hey….you over there. What do you think? You up for it?”
For a moment I had a blind panic thinking she’d invited me to the mortuary or something horrid like that. I had to ask her to repeat herself. Tig tutted, like she was dealing with a retard and said slowly and clearly “I said I’d really like to watch you masturbate…not on screen, but right here. Are you up for it?” How the fuck had we got here? Oh well. “Tig, sweetie, I’m always up for,it, you should know that.” She grinned ear to ear “Good! Go on….gimme a show. Miss Brain informed me that it would m
be far more sexy if I didn’t take my clothes off. Panties held to one side can be way more sexy than panties off. Masturbating in front of her felt wildly horny!
I flopped back in my chair and started to masturbate. Tig watched avidly fully clothed. But she did make comments, and better still, she made them in somewhat dirty terms. “Sure, look at that! Yer cunt’s so feckin’ wet! “ It went on and on with the odd instruction built in too. “Now finger yer self. Go on…three fingers, please…and all the way up. There….now fuck yer self. Lemme hear it squelching!”
From time to time my eyes darted to those panties on the floor. Tig noticed. “Oh…ya want them huh? Sure, they’re useless….they’re days old. Here, have these.” She stood up and took her own undies off and gave them to me. Pure Tig. Pure virgin. I have no proof of this, but I am convinced a girl who has never had cock smells different to one who has. Whatever, these smelled delightfully of wetness and that faint afterhint of pee. Tig sat in her chair, one leg over the arm and I could see the Promised Lane except……except now, it was totally hairless. Tig had let things grow wild and free down there, I mean, why not? It had never really been a centre of importance to her. “I got fed up wi’ all the stickiness. It’s amazing what a surgical laser can do.” Free laser work. I remembered what I’d paid and a frisance of jealousy ripped through me. Even so…..her vulva looked good enough to eat…literally!
I was getting close. Since I’d had to take a flight to get here, and since flying makes me really scared, and with scared comes the need for relief, I just knew I’d squirt, and squirt heavily. I did. When I came the orgasm ripped me a new one and the arc of my squirt almost splashed her feet! Fuck!
I had thought carefully about whether I’d tell you what happened next since it is…..dirty…..very dirty indeed. So maybe some of you should leave it here?
Tig looked at me helpless in the grip of a savage cum, jetting girl cum over her floor and her eyes were wide with….with what…joy? Pleasure? Disgust? A mixture of everything? As I came down, she said “No-one can cum like you do.” (Not that she’s seen many, If any other people cum). “It looks like you’re pissing yerself, an’ I know it isn’t, but feck me, it’s sexy as feck. All I want ter do now is piss all over yuz”
See? I told you this would get dirty.
“So? Do it.” I love water sports as am always up for it. What I wasn’t expecting was for Tig to walk over, grab me and manhandle me into her bathroom shower. I also learned that Tig might be knee high to a grasshopper, but she is strong as an ox. She bundles me into the stall and forced me, to my knees.
I was still fully clothed! I’ve been peed on before, many times. I’ve been peen on in just my undies, but never like this. Never fully clothed. I felt dominated, which I love, and being clothed added something I had never considered. Tig was also clothed apart from the undies she’d given me. She held her skirt up with one hand, spread her smooth, utterly hairless lips with the other and peed with utter abandon all over me. She didn’t give a shit where it landed, and neither did I.
After she’d finished, all I felt was lust at a level I haven’t felt for a while. This was wild, desperate lust. A lust that wouldn’t be denied. So it was my turn to drag her back into the bedroom and strip her naked. Somehow, along the way, I managed to strip myself as well, although I have no idea how I managed it.
Anyone watching would have no difficulty in saying that it looked like I raped Tig….three times, in fact. I did things to that girl, and she did things to me that came from a secret part of the brain reserved purely for animalistic sex. There was no conscious thought process involved. I did things to her purely because I wanted to do them, and she did things to me purely because she wanted to. God alone knows how many times we orgasmed. It was messy, dirty, perverted, wild, and utterly, unspeakably enjoyable on a cellular level. We’d gone at it so hard, we were both covered in sweat, girl cum and heaven knows what else, and panting heavily when we were done. For a while, neither of us had the power of speech.
Finally, Tig broke the silence. “Fek me! What the Fek was that?” When Tig is horny, or angry, her Irish accent become thick and broad. “Sure, I’ve never felt anything like that in me life. Me cunt feels like I’ve given birth! Me arse does too!” Well, having had my entire fist up both, not surprising!
Then I scanned my own body, and much to my surprise, I felt the same. In fact, I felt actually bruised. I think Tig saw an expression of consternation flick across my face. She giggled and said “See, I know some things you don’t. I know how far an arsehole will really stretch. And a cunt, for that matter.” I didn’t want to know how she knew, but she had taken me to a place where orgasms become brutal.
It was some time before either of us felt capable of movement, and when we did move, it was gingerly and carefully. We tossed clothes in her washer/dryer and snuggled up in bathrobes. She keeps two, but neither was my size, so I just let it hang over my shoulders .
You’ve probably heard the expression ‘sex bomb’. Well, I think Tig is one. She will, I have no doubt, ever have a partner or children. I foresee her becoming a research scientist of some note, and having sex periodically and maybe two or three times a year. This little firecracker is something else.
All I can say is God help whoever she chooses as a partner for her rare forays into sexual activity. He/she will need some stamina, and someone who has zero boundaries. Poor sod.
And what about me? Well, Tig fucked me to a standstill and trust me, that hasn’t happened very often.
For a while, it won’t happen again either……but that’s not to say I’m not going to leap at the chance when it does!
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