Tara’s Seduction
Copyright© 2025 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - The lesbian awakening of a muscle mommy
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian School DomSub FemaleDom Rough Spanking White Female Lactation Squirting Big Breasts Slow
‘Gooood morning, class! So good to see everybody so happy and well-rested this morning, at such a late hour of... ‘ He checked his watch, ‘eight o’clock, can you believe that? Aah, that’s wonderful!’
The teacher, happy and joyful, almost jogging from the back to the front of the classroom, went by the rows of students and greeted everybody with his strong, imposing voice on that first day of class.
To be honest, I liked what I saw quite a lot. He was very dashing middle-aged man, much like as if Richard Gere and Marilyn Monroe had somehow conceived and baby and this baby had grown up to be a hot piece of ass even at his fifties. Wow!
‘Today, we’re starting our journey through the world of corporate finance management. My name is John Lord and I’m going to help you give your first steps on this journey, which maybe will lead some of you to your first million or, who knows, billion dollars. Now, let’s get to it!’
Okay, I confess that I became quite numbed by the intense routine of the first few months. The workload of studies and the sheer size of that new universe sure were too much for a small town girl like me to handle or get used to very quickly.
As the days went by, however, I soon found myself wandering through every room, every corridor and every hall, looking from side to side, hungry and horny, after that marvelous hot guy who was going to sweep me off my feet and take me to the stars. That gorgeous, sensual male who was going to grab me tightly by the waist, look me with ‘now-you’re-mine’ eyes and take me with power and violence, not minding any consequences, in an open area, under the watch of hundreds of strangers, leaving me as embarrassed and speechless as aroused and ... and as...
Completely surrendered!
‘Now I no longer lower my standards!’ I said to myself, determined to only be devoured by a man who was at least as good as ‘Johnny’, my dear, sensual nameless biker boy!
One month of intense studies later, however, I confess that once again I started to get desperate. My dissatisfaction sometimes led to anger, giving me the urge to approach the first random person I found and basically demand: ‘who is the biggest, baddest, hottest playboy of this school? I want to meet him! I want to be fucked by him! Somebody, please! Anyone just give me one good name, please!’
Oh, I tell you: if men have ‘blue balls’, us women have ‘purple pussies’; this is when our private parts get so bloated and juicy that, like a very luscious and fat fruit, all they need is a little ... oww! ... a little push to leak their juices uncontrollably.
‘You’re here again?’ A guy asked when I came in to wash my pants and panties one more time.
‘Oh, yeah. I had an ... incident ... with my clothes.’
The truth is that I could barely walk without my love nectar leaking and ruining another good piece of cloth, so horny that I felt on those days of the driest spell!
And then that stranger on the laundry, like most men on my life, found some lame excuse to try and talk to me and...
O, good grief. Look, I have no problem with ‘ordinary’ men. Not anymore, at least. I understand their pains and try to, whenever possible, be polite, even compassionate when rejecting them, but ... good Lord, how annoying they can get sometimes!
«As if there were only two kinds of men: sexy or sticky!» I came to this conclusion after another sad attempt at flirting from that man, the thousandth one in my still so-short life!
Sometimes we burn with anger, you know! We want to sink our fists in the faces of these clingy boys, but we don’t do it because, sadly, those sons of bitches tend to be stronger than we are, so we rather not risk it, right?
I mean, better to save our lives than to save our faces.
And even when they aren’t strong, well, they can be armed, and God knows how blind and unfair is the anger of a sexually denied young man!
«I think every woman should have a gun. It would compensate for the bigger biceps and pecs these gorillas have over us!»
In short, I was a little bit crazy amidst these wandering thoughts. And horny! My thirst was such that I needed some space very far from my dorm room so I could finger myself without calling anyone’s attention.
Sometimes I bit my lips very strongly, almost drawing blood, to hold the savage scream that grew within myself while my fingers sunk in my vagina and made my thighs wet and slippery with so many juices that I leaked all over the woods.
‘Oooooaaarrrhhh...!!’
One time I screamed so loud many lights went on in the dorms nearby, and many birds, which rested tidily on the top of the trees, woke up violently and then flew off into the moonlight.
I was sick due to lack of sex and needed medicine urgently. ‘Looks like I have no option but to ... pff! Look for some generic drug!’ I thought to myself, not knowing how dumb, foolish, really stupid I was.
For if I only knew, after all, that I just needed to stop for a while and pay attention to the chit-chats around me, I would soon discover that I didn’t need go after the man so that the man came to me.
Or to my ears, at least.
For he landed naturally on the ears of many people, passing from tongue to tongue on the conversations which were as inevitable as they were unavoidable. When people spoke, for instance, it was always in low voices, so that no one heard them, or even with lowered heads, as if they were disrespecting some ancient, unholy taboo.
Be it timidly, be it warmly, the truth is that all tongues spoke. No exceptions! When I stopped being so fixated on studies and masturbations and started socializing a bit more (I was always introverted, you know? Especially among other girls, who had always been lukewarm to me even before my... ‘endowments’), I noticed this very same topic on the conversations of all students and, mainly, of all the women.
And I don’t mean just ‘the girls’, but really all women! From the most popular girl to the eldest teacher, all of them seemed to share the same rumors as if they were part of some secret female rite within the university:
‘The King! He’s coming this weekend!
‘Hey, girl, where?? He’s coming where??’
‘His fraternity. Sigma-Beta. He’s gonna be the guest of honor, or something like that, ha, ha! That’s just what I heard, okay?’
‘But the fraternity? You sure?? Where did you heard these news?’
‘From Joana, who’ll be there. All the girls will.’ And she got close to her friend, carrying the look of a million forbidden secrets. ‘All the girls!’
And I listened to more. So much more:
‘Did that guy went to the party?’
‘What guy?
‘You know what guy.’ And the friends traded looks of both admiration and deep jealously. ‘The stud.’
‘Ah, I see. The ‘King’?’
‘What a silly nickname!’
‘I have no idea. I don’t know anybody from that place.’
‘Yes, he went.’ Another one answered. ‘They say he didn’t spend much time there. He just appeared, ‘blessed’ the freshmen and then got out without saying much.’
‘How d’you know that?’
The friend bit his lips, chewing his sorrows.
‘Marcella. She’s the one who told me.’
The other guys looked at each other, knowing very well what those words meant:
‘He fucked Marcela?’
‘No. But it seems she wanted to be fucked. Badly. I could tell.’
‘So, the guy didn’t do anything ... or anyone. Did he?’
‘Of course he did!’ And he drank resignedly the warm beer left on his can. ‘He got Cynthia.’
‘The Cynthia?!’
All chins fell to the floor.
‘Yep. The hottest bitch! He simply walked up to her, spoke some magic words and ... well, the rest you all know. They left the house on his car to God knows where.’
‘His car??’
‘Yep. Seems like the son of a bitch bought a new one now. A Tesla.
‘Fucking son of a bitch!’
‘Yep. Dude’s a badass.’
‘And what does Marcella have to do with all this?’
‘She wanted to be on Cynthia’s place, didn’t I say? Cynthia gossiped to a friend, who then gossiped to her ... you know: they gossiped all the things the guy knows how to do.’
A silence of deep discomfort ran amidst the group, whose throats swallowed up nervously and whose tongues could barely restrain themselves from asking the shameful question no one wanted, but everyone needed to know!
‘What ‘things’, exactly? What is this guy’s secret?’
‘As if a guy like him would need any ‘secrets’. Just look at the man and see how ... nobody ... with a dude like that, there’s no competition!’ And the guy shrunk even further, almost disappearing, laying his lips on the tip of the can and muttering some words I couldn’t hear, but could make out thanks to his posture and lip movements: ‘How’s it that some are so luck, dammit?!’
It was shocking how these conversations dominated every corner of the university, as if this guy was larger than the institution itself!
It was always ‘the King did this’, ‘the King did that’, without anybody looking like they’ve seen the dude, but at the same time as if the man’s appearances were the only thing the mattered on everybody’s minds —students and teachers alike!
‘He never sleeps with the same woman twice, did you notice? Is it just me or that’s some quirk of him?’
‘It’s just you, honey. He slept with Sandra, like, some four times or so, for instance.’
‘Oh, really??’
‘Yes.’ And the girl lowered her head, hiding her look of desire and satisfaction, of fear and tension, one in all and all in one. ‘She’s the one who broke up with him.’
‘What do you mean, ‘broke up’? Can anyone ‘break up’ from a man like that? Is she crazy or what??’
‘No. Well, you’re right: it wasn’t exactly a ‘break up’, as if they were both engaged or something. She kinda ... you know ... had to have a ‘time off’, which never ended.’
‘Mmm. Why? Is he dangerous?
Her friend paused before answering. Her eyes, locked in infinity, focusing on nowhere specific, drew clearly in the air the sordid images her mind was so vividly conjuring up.
‘Dangerous he must be, but ... the right kind of dangerous.’ And smiled. ‘The kind we love.’
‘So ... what’s the deal with Sandra?’
‘She couldn’t keep up. There was no way for her to keep up! Whole weekends just of them both on the bed, fucking like there’s no tomorrow until she dropped d...!’
‘Shoosh!’ A old lady very politely hushed them from the other side of the table. ‘Silence, please.’
‘Oh, sorry!’
I too listened to them from a nearby seat on the long library table. My imagination, by that time, was racing on all cylinders, even though my mind —still skeptic— kept censoring me for believing in what maybe amounted to no more than a big fat lie, told by everyone just to fool little me, poor girl, as the world’s most elaborate freshman prank call.
‘‘King’! Oh, will you give me a break!’ I muttered to myself, maybe a bit too loudly. ‘What a joke.’
And then a bit dry, kind of timid voice answered by my side:
‘Ain’t no joke. It’s the pure truth, fortunately. Or sadly, I don’t know.’
I looked to see who spoke. A girl with a lofty pose and serene complexion, turning the pages of a few books while scribbling on the notebooks betwixt her arms, also paid attention to the gossip without straying too far from her studies.
‘Oh, sorry!’
She looked at me, a bit intrigued.
‘For what?’
‘The noise. I didn’t want to... ‘
‘Forget it. I was also irking to talk too.’ She bit the back of her pencil. ‘They’re unavoidable once you spend just a little bit of time here. You know: the rumors.’
Two empty chairs stood between us, and I felt compelled to jump over them to finally get the much better intel from that stranger.
‘Excuse me, but can I...?’
‘You want to know more details, right?’ She smiled. ‘You curious?’ I lowered my head and, not knowing why I felt so much shame, swung it up and down. I could feel her rolling her eyes, delighting herself on my awkwardness. ‘Alright, then. Come closer, come.’ I rose up and went to her. ‘Alright, what do you want to know? If you’re after that man, I must tell you that... ‘
I didn’t hear much, for a weird sensation got me when I saw her like ... that.
Sat down. Studying.
Oh, who am I kidding? She was beautiful. So beautiful, actually, I myself felt a little bit intimidated, even scared by her tremendous looks.
She was no petite girl. She must have been some 5.64ft tall, more or less, being much taller than most women, but still very short, of course, if compared to me.
Her face, oh yeah!, that’s where the fun began! Mine was of a typical Arizona wildness mixed with Colombian features; a beautiful, caramel-colored blend which, nonetheless, was a few notches away from European beauty standards, especially those measured by Victoria’s Secret angels.
But her face, oh, that one took those standards and crushed them! «A diva’s face», I thought, loosing myself on her meaty full lips, almost as big as mine, but very scarlet, almost aggressively red out of fiery embers, amidst that snow-white face of a porcelain doll.
A Chinese vase wouldn’t be as delicate as that girl’s skin!
She had charming freckles on her cheeks, by the sides of her pretty, perfect model-like nose, so ideal a surgeon could use it as an example to their less genetically-blessed patients, and her big, wide eyes ... really big, starry as if they had their own light, tiny little suns within her iris, not to mention the baffling beauty of their intense green color surrounded by a halo of light-blue hues.
Those were such beautiful crystalline eyes they simply hypnotized me, locking my face on hers and preventing me from seeing, at the moment, the rest of her imposing physique.
For before I could naturally lower my gaze to the rest of her ... f#cking body! ... I was awaken by her warm honey voice:
‘Hey! You there?’
‘Oh, yes ... yes, I’m still here!’
‘You looked frozen for a while.’
‘Studies. Tired.’ I made an excuse. ‘Classes barely begun and they’re already eating me up whole!’
‘Uh-uh, yeah, I see.’ She raised her upper lip, giving me a fancy smirk. ‘You weren’t thinking about him, were you?’
‘Mmm ... not much,’ I didn’t lie. ‘There’s not much to think about, honestly. I barely saw this guy everyone talks about.’
‘Mmm. Maybe it’s for the best.’ And she went back to focusing on her notebooks, nevertheless without writing a word on them. ‘There’s indeed a lot to think about on that man.’
I reached out to her.
‘My name is Tara.’
‘Hi, Tara.’ She greeted me back with a handshake. ‘Mine’s Jessa.’
‘Jessa, huh.’
Her touch was such a lovely thing! She was so warm, like a Teddy bear left near the fireplace. She gave me a courteous, though a bit reserved smile and kept talking while sometimes looking at me, sometimes at her notes.
‘So tell me: are you really going to chase this hunky piece of a man?’
‘Mmm ... you were saying something about him before, you know, I lost my focus?’
‘Indeed I was. I was saying that you’ll not find him easily. After all, here’s rarely here, on college.’
‘He’s a student or...?’
‘Yes, he studies here. Officially, but not so much on practice. All points towards him leaving, sooner or later.’ She sighed. ‘It seems inevitable, given what he does.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘He does many ... things, you know? He’s got many enterprises, many fingers on too many pies. I was lucky to get a glimpse of a few of them and ... enjoy them a little bit... ‘ Her serious complexion gained a little bit of levity before plunging once again in tedious darkness: ‘But after that life came back to normal, and I came back to boredom.’
‘I still don’t get it. Is he some kind of business person, something like that?’
‘Entrepreneur. Tooo many good ideas he’s having, judging by the frequency of his trips. I think he only comes back here to ‘taste’ some of the novelties.’ And she looked at me attentively, from top to bottom, covering up her emotions under a rigidly blank expression. ‘Or maybe it’s the business contacts he’s got around here, I don’t know.’
‘You... ‘ I looked sideways, fearful for venturing into such a topic.
Every time the man was mentioned, the surroundings seemed to close upon those who spoke, as if the forbidden subject was a secret behind a hundred keys kept safe by entities of mystic powers.
A heathen subject: the woman who spoke it would be thrown into dungeons; at the very least, into the most maddening depths of her sordid imaginations!
‘You... ‘ I kept saying, ‘slept with him?’
She turned her face, drawing an arc with her head to hide the smile she could barely resist on her lips, as if the sweet memories moved then regardless of her will.
‘Yes, I did. Not that that’s a big deal.
‘Ah... ‘ I stopped and stayed looking kinda silly, with my bottom lip lowered, while I gathered enough courage —or little shame— to ask what I truly wanted to know: ‘how was him?’
She didn’t answer immediately.
Regardless of how many nights they spent together, her memories of that guy seemed too much for her to handle all at once.
They overwhelmed her, stole her breath away, and I was awed to see her once icy, tidy, frigid pose now melting away into that of a purring, lovely kitty, as if the mere remembrance of that sordid, steamy bad boy was enough to provoke a complete transformation on her core!
While she took her time to answer, I took the chance to see the rest of her, finally proceeding with my eyes on the course she had blocked a while ago:
«Gosh, she’s gorgeous. Extremely so!»
Breasts!
Oh, I could —and should!— start describing her in so many different ways, right? That’s usually the recommended path: you start at the least noticeable features and keep climbing up, climbing up, describing bit by bit the more interesting parts until you reach the climax, holding your reader’s attention right up until the end —in a phenomenon some writers call ‘gradation’.
Oh, yeah, that’s how I should begin, starting at her legs, rising to her waist and climbing further and further until the most voluminous and spectacular features of her bust, yum!, but I’d be a filthy hypocrite and a liar for not saying that her breasts ... those big, bountiful beauties! ... weren’t the very first things I noticed.
«Jesus. They’re big.» I remember having thought, and it was sure truth! Not just big, but bigger than my own —which was all the more impressive considering a delicate, white-ish frame such as hers, something like the world’s hottest Barbie doll!
I was stricken by jealously. Really! Thanks to many biases from childhood, I always saw darker skins like mine as ‘stronger’ than light skins such as hers, and considered ‘mulato’ girls like myself as the only ones capable of carrying the true, envy-striking features all men drooled for.
Seeing those bountiful tits of a Latino girl on such a skinny Caucasian body, therefore, filled me with quite a childish jealously and resentment.
«Bitch, » I immediately though, only to as quickly accept that that ‘bitch’ had also managed to get something I could only dream of: sleeping with that mysterious stud!
And that, quite frankly, only increased his own mystique, for if he was capable of getting a girl like that and still leave her dreamy and thirsty even after so long a time since their last hookup...
Then what couldn’t he do, huh??
The gorgeous breasts defied the girl’s shirt, whose fabric was stretched to the point of creating a unintended cleavage. Even if that shirt was quite modest and well meaning, those incredible boobs distorted it into the attire of an exotic dancer.
I could see the sprawling surface of each breast caving into that tight vale in the middle, as if both tits, being so compressed against each other, hurt deeply in the contact.
Once I looked to the tip of each breast, I could see the skin getting pinker, pure snow-white skin tone of spoiled little city girl! Oh, I was sure that girl was one of those who, with just a little bit of activity, got all reddish on their private parts!
I kept lowering my gaze, very hungry, until her waist, where I saw that...
Oh, come on, that was ridiculous! Didn’t that girl have ribs?! Even taking the proportions into account, her waist managed to be skinnier than my own!
It was that skinny waist, you know, you feel you can squeeze and wrap around with both hands completely! Catwalk models living off bread and water could not match a waist like hers —and remember that she had a lot of cloth covering her body on that day, which certainly made her ‘squarer’ than what she truly was!
To my not-so-surprised surprise, I found myself undressing her with my eyes! Admiring her as much as envying her, drooling for her like some random horny dude, something I never imagined myself doing even for any men, let alone another woman!
What the hell was happening...?!