Jenny leaned in close to the blonde boy and slowly took his thick glasses off. She smiled as he quickly batted his blue eyes, figuring he probably could not see very well now.
"I thought you wanted to talk to me about science," the little blonde muttered. "I don't understand--"
"Shhh," the redhead said.
No doubt about it, Jenny thought. The kid was cute without his glasses, and it really didn't matter if he could see.
Jenny wrapped her fingers around both of his wrists and brought his hands to her big, full tits. She put those hands on her breasts and smiled as the little, blonde boy started to feel her through her soft T-shirt.
He batted his eyes again as he felt those soft and sexy mounds.
"Wow," he said, "I've never felt anything like that before."
"How old are you, Lance?" the sexy female asked.
"Eighteen. I just turned eighteen last
Tuesday."
"And you've never felt a girl's tits before?"
"No," he said, "I was always more interested in chemistry."
Jenny put her hand behind Lance's head and moved her face closer to his.
"I'll show you chemistry," she said softly.
And then she kissed him tenderly on the mouth.
Jenny was a sexy redhead of nineteen. She was a college sophomore who worked in the college public relations office on a part-time basis as a student photographer.
It was a way to make a little extra money and also a way to meet people.
People are very nice to a sexy girl with a camera. Even the college president knew her and smiled at her when he saw her walking across the campus on her way to a class. She had taken his picture at a lot of special events.
But, mostly, Jenny liked meeting people like Lance. That afternoon, she had come to freshman orientation to shoot a few pictures of in-coming students. It was what the public relations director called "fresh faces." Jenny picked out a few of the more attractive students, took their pictures against recognizable college backgrounds, and asked a few questions.
By asking questions, she had learned that Lance had won awards for his science experiments when he was as young as ten years old. She figured this science whiz kid would make a good story for the public relations magazines and brochures, and she also thought that he would look very cute if he just took off his thick glasses.
After all, he had that thick head of blonde hair and that crooked, little smile and that sexy, little body. She told Lance that she wanted to take some' pictures of him experimenting, and he said he had a private dormitory room with all of his chemistry equipment already set up.
Now Jenny sat in his dorm room with him and looked at that equipment and decided she wanted to do a different kind of experimentation with Lance.
She turned toward the little, blonde guy again and she kissed his face with soft, sweet pecks. He closed his eyes and sighed a little when she did that.
"Welcome to college, Lance," Jenny said. "Welcome to a new life."
"Wow," Lance said, "and I've only been in college for a day. Classes haven't even started yet."
"Forget about the classes," Jenny murmured. "Never let classes stand in the way of your education."
Then the sexy redhead pressed her body against his and pushed the little blonde back on the bed. He gasped at first, but then he slipped his arms around her and seemed to grow more comfortable under her lusty body.
He grew more comfortable and he grew hard too. As Jenny moved against him, she could feel that hardness growing in his pants.
Jenny whispered in his ear.
"Let's get our clothes off and do this right," she said.
The little blonde only groaned.
The female figured that the little scientist was probably paralyzed by lust and fear. So she started the action by slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was thin and hairless and white.
When the shirt was unbuttoned and opened, Jenny slipped her fingers down over his chest and his stomach and touched the bulge in his pants too.
"Oh, that feels good," the scientist murmured. "That feels very good."
Jenny sat up straight and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She figured that Lance could make out her movements, even without his glasses.
She bared her big tits for the little guy and then she stood up and slipped out of her shoes. She opened her tight jeans and pushed them down her legs.
Lance just lay there, rubbing his crotch, batting his blue eyes and trying to see as much as he could without his glasses. He could see that soft form moving, and he could see the clothes slipping away from her body as if by magic.
Then, when Jenny was naked, she moved down onto the bed next to Lance again and held him tight against her body. Again, the little scientist closed his eyes.
It didn't matter what he could see and couldn't see. He felt her lying there beside him. He felt her naked flesh and her cool breath on his face.
Feelings were all, the little, blonde scientist thought.
"I'm glad you got a private dorm room," the naked redhead said. "I'm going to have a room-mate in my dorm room."
"I like to do experiments late at night," Lance said.
Then the little scientist giggled. He thought about what he was doing now, and he knew that this kind of experiment was going to be a lot more fun than mixing chemicals to analyze their qualities.
As he held the naked girl close to him, Lance decided that this was the kind of late-night experimentation he wanted to do more of.
"Come on," Jenny said, "Let's get your clothes off too, stud."
Stud. Lance smiled when he heard that word. She had actually called him stud. No one had ever called him anything like that before.
He rose up and let the redhead help him off with his shirt. Then he slipped out of his shoes and felt her fingers pulling off his socks too.
The next place she touched was his crotch, but Lance did not gasp this time. He was sort of used to having her finger his hardness by now, and he wanted to act like a real stud.
She opened his pants and pulled them down his legs. Lance kicked them off and let them fall onto the floor. Then he lay there in just his white briefs and Jenny looked down at that bulging hardness.
She smiled when she saw the size of that bulge.
Maybe it was just that he was such a small guy. But Jenny suspected that it was more than just relativity at work here. The little scientist was obviously very well-hung. She moved her fingers over his bulge and felt that hardness grow even more. That was all flesh down there, she thought, and it was bigger than the bulge some guys had in their pants when they shoved a pair of socks down into their shorts to impress their dates.
"Stud," she said softly.
And Lance quivered on the bed with the sound of that word echoing through his head.
Jenny wondered about the girls who had gone to high school with Lance. What fools they were, Jenny thought, to let all of this meat go to waste for so long.
Some girl should have noticed the big bulge in the blonde's pants and should have determined to get that cock into her pussy. Jenny smiled as she thought about what she would have done if she had been in the same high school with that blonde, stud scientist. She thought about sneaking into his laboratory while he was out getting more test tubes and slipping under the table where his experiment was bubbling. And, when he returned to look down on that experiment, to monitor slight changes of temperature in the chemicals, she would have reached out and touched his crotch with her fingers. She would have grabbed him and pulled his prick out of his pants and started to suck on it. Lance would have been at her mercy then, she thought, and she would monitor the changes in his temperature by working her lips and her fingers over that big, big cock.
Jenny let the quick fantasy go from her brain as she slipped her feminine fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down the guy's legs. Enough of fantasy. When this guy's shorts were off, his world would be heated up with reality-with a wild and sweet sexual reality.
When she pulled the briefs away from his loins, the long prick sprang up like something that was happy to greet her.
The cock looked like it was nearly a foot long, and it was very hearty and big and sturdy too.
Jenny slipped the guy's briefs over his feet and then dropped them on the floor next to the bed. The prick was so big that she was able to wrap the fingers of both hands around the thing and still see the mighty crown of the member. She tightened her fingers around his cock and she smiled at that crown.
Lance groaned. He was new to all of this kind of action and he would probably come very quickly, Jenny thought. Guys who were new to sex had trouble controlling themselves. Still, Jenny wanted to give him a quick and wild taste of every kind of sexual experience-and she wanted to get a taste of something too.
Quickly, she lowered herself down onto the bed with her pretty face just a few inches of his prick. She brought her face even closer and licked her lips. She could see the pre-come glistening on the tip of his organ, and she knew that stuff would be sweet.
Then the redhead opened her mouth wide and worked her lips over the end of the prick. She tightened her lips around the crown of that dork and sucked on it with a warm feeling of sex flooding her own body.
Yes, Jenny could taste the pre-come that Oozed from the head of the prick. And, yes, it was just as sweet and manly as she had thought it would be.
She could feel the throbbing in the meat too, the pumping power that made the cock seem to vibrate as she held it in her fingers. She moved those fingers up and down the big shaft as she sucked a little more of the prick into her mouth.
When blonde stud groaned, Jenny knew she was pleasing him as science had never pleased him. She sucked on that organ for just a few seconds and then she raised up again.
"I'm going to take your cock into my pussy now," she announced. "My cunt wants your cock. My twat is aching for a fucking from your prick."
The little blonde groaned again and shivered with anticipation as he heard those words.
The big-tittcd redhead moved over his body and slowly lowered herself down to that rod. She grasped the prick in her hand and held it steady as she worked the lips of her pussy over the cock. The thing was so huge that she could feel the lips of her cunt being stretched to new and sexy proportions.
When she had about half of the thick, long piece of meat inside her, she pressed her fingers against Lance's thin, hairless chest. She murmured to him with sexuality dripping from every syllabic.
"Shove it into me. Fuck me. Drive all of that cock into me. It's only natural to do that."
Even as Lance reached out and touched her body with his fingers, even as he slipped those fingers over her flesh, he found himself being a little surprised that he seemed to know just what to do. He suspected that Jenny was right. This was only natural, and he was following some natural instinct that was deep inside him, some instinct that had lain dormant for too long.
He bucked under her and rammed his prick deep into her pussy. Jenny gasped as more meat went into her cunt.
She moved her fingers over Lance's shoulders and up to his face. She touched him as she felt that cock pulsating in her pussy.
"Oh, yes, stud. I like it. I like the way your prick feels inside me."
And the nearly blind blonde smiled and liked being called a stud too. He started to churn his hips and work his prick in and out of her tight pussy.
He gasped as she gasped and he felt very experimental.
And, as Lance started to fuck her with a steady, true rhythm, she rocked on his cock and found herself wishing that she could give every stud in the freshman class this kind of orientation.
* * * *
When Jenny got back to her dorm room that afternoon, she found a sexy, little blonde in cut-offs unpacking.
The blonde turned when Jenny entered the room and smiled at her.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Kim. I'm your room-mate."
"Hello, Kim," Jenny said. "My name is Jenny. Arc you a freshman?"
"Yeah," the girl said.
Jenny put her camera down on the table on her side of the room. "I'm a sophomore," she said. "If you have any questions about college, don't be afraid to ask."
"I hope we can be good friends," Kim said earnestly.
Jenny smiled and slipped out of her T-shirt. She stood there with her tits bare in front of her new room-mate.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Kim?" she asked.
"Yes," the girl said, looking at those big tits on the redhead. "His name is Harry. I've been dating him for years. But he goes to a different college."
"So you're free here?" the redhead asked as she lay down on her bed.
"Free?"
"Free to screw around with other guys, I mean," Jenny said.
"No, I'm not free to do that," Kim said. "I love Harry. I want to be faithful to him."
Jenny turned and stared at the little blonde. What did she have here? Some little prude? Some religious fanatic? Jenny figured she had better find out now. If this girl was going to be shocked by everything Jenny talked about, they would just have to go down and tell the dorm mother to find new room-mates for both of them.
"Come on, Kim," the redhead said, turning onto her side on the bed and looking at the blonde. "You said that this guy goes to a different college. Do you really think he is going to be faithful to you there?"
"Well, I hope he will."
"He won't. Not if he's worth anything as a guy at all. And you're a cute, little thing. Blonde and everything. You start walking around this campus and you're going to have guys trying to pick you up right away."
"That doesn't mean I have to go out with them," Kim said firmly.
"No, it doesn't," Jenny agreed. "But you're going to be missing out on a major part of your college experience if you don't. You're going to be missing out on the best part of your education."
Then the redhead grinned and said, "Tell me, Kim, did you and Harvey--"
"Harry," the blonde corrected.
"Harry, I mean. Did you and Harry fuck?"
Kim took a deep breath and nodded her head. "Yes," she said, "during our senior year in high school."
"Did you enjoy it with him?"
"Sure. I loved it."
"So you're used to having sex and now you're going to turn yourself off. You're going to deny yourself on a campus filled with yummies."
"With what?"
"Yummies. That's the way I think of studs. And, being a sophomore, I can tell you, Kim. This campus is over-running with tempting yummies."
"Tempting," the blonde repeated.
"And you think you're going to fight off temptation just because you have some wild idea about staying faithful to a boyfriend who is a million miles away. That doesn't make sense, Kim."
"Not a million miles," Kim said. "Just about five hundred."
"Five hundred might as well be a million," the redhead said, turning onto her back again. "Think about it, Kim. Just think about it."
Jenny closed her eyes and listened as her new room-mate sighed.
She could tell that Kim was thinking about things.
"Tempting," Kim murmured again.
And Jenny figured that the girl would come around to her way of thinking soon enough.
CHAPTER TWO
As Kim walked around the campus late that afternoon, she thought about what her new room-mate had said. It was beginning to make more and more sense to the blonde, freshman girl-especially as she looked at all the handsome, young studs who were strolling around the campus.
What was it that Jenny had called them? Oh, yes, yummies. Well, it was still warm and most of the guys were wearing shorts and T-shirts and Kim had to admit that they certainly did look yummy.
The blonde sat down on a bench in front of the student union building and watched all the guys passing by. Of course, girls passed by too, but Kim didn't pay much attention to them.
A cute, little, dark-haired guy came walking by with a bunch of books under his arm. Obviously an industrious student, Kim thought. Classes had not even started yet and he had already been to the library. And he was wearing cut-offs that showed off his tanned, muscular legs too. How did a scholar get such strong legs, Kim wondered. Maybe by running back and forth to the library three or four times a day.
A blonde, tanned guy in a tank-top and a pair of tight, faded jeans strolled by too. He was talking to a girl who was walking along with him, and Kim picked up just a bit of their conversation.
"Anything you want to know about classes or professors," the guy said, "you just ask me. I'm a junior already. There's not much about this college I don't know."
"Yeah, I think I'm really going to need some help," the girl said, flirting with him just as he was flirting with her.
Kim smiled at that mutual pick-up technique-one that was probably very common on a college campus. Then she suddenly noticed that someone was staring at her. She looked across the street and saw the man standing there.
He was a tall, thin man and he wore his hair long. There were streaks of gray in that hair that made him look slightly distinguished. But he was wearing a pair of jeans and a work shirt. Those clothes made him look approachable, Kim thought.
But he was the one who approached her. He came sauntering across the street and stood right in front of her and looked down on the little, sexy blonde.
"Are you a writer?" he asked.
"No," she said, "I'm a freshman."
The man sat down next to Kim on the bench. "New on the campus then?" he asked.
"Brand new. This is my first day."
"My name is Brad," the man said. "I teach writing here."
"A professor?" the girl asked.
"No. Just an instructor. I've been an instructor for a long, long time."
"Oh," Kim said. She was not sure what the difference was between a professor and an instructor, but she sensed a wee bit of anger in the man's tone as he talked about his job at the college.
"I wondered if you were a writer," Brad said, "because you were obviously eaves-dropping on that couple."
"I'm sorry," Kim muttered.
"Nothing to be sorry about," Brad said. "Writers eaves-drop all the time. Restaurants are good for that. Better than bars. In bars, they usually have music playing and you can't hear conversations. But, in restaurants, you can listen as people re-live their whole lives over a salad. Outside is nice too. But people are on the move and you just catch bits of their conversations. Then you have to add the rest of the story with your own imagination."
The man seemed to know what he was talking about, Kim thought, and she kept looking at those streaks of gray in his long hair. The little blonde found herself yearning to reach out and touch one of those gray slashes, as if she wanted to test the gray with her fingers and see if it was real.
"Maybe I should be a writer," Kim said. "I like listening to other people's conversations."
Brad turned and studied the little blonde, looked at the fine curve of her breasts under her T-shirt and at her tanned legs too.
"That is why I teach," he said. "It is a wonderful thing to find a young girl and see her change, develop into a real writer. That is one of the major joys of teaching. Molding and developing young talent. Then, of course, they leave you and wander off on their own. But most of them remember you and send you copies of their stories or poems when they are published."
"Your students have been published?" the girl chirped.
"I've been teaching for quite a while," the man explained.
Then the thin man looked out over the campus and spoke softly, as if he were talking more to himself than to Kim.
"I never married. I never had any children. The students who learn to write are like my children. But I guess that means I am a bad father."
"Why?" Kim asked.
The man turned to the blonde and grinned.
"Because, if the girls who learn to write in my classes are like my daughters, that means I've been incestuous with a few of them."
Kim could not help herself. Something in the way that Brad said the words made it funny-not shocking at all. She giggled and Brad chuckled and looked at her body again.
The blonde was still giggling when Brad said, "Would you like to come back to my apartment?"
Kim thought about the proposition, and, naturally, she thought about Harry, her boyfriend, too. For some reason, the girl thought she would not really be unfaithful to Harry if she went home with this older man. It was not as if she had fucked another college student. Another college student would be something like Harry himself, but this older man, this instructor, was entirely different. And he did look sexy.
And she thought that an experience with Brad might just be part of her real education.
"Okay," Kim said.
"I live in an apartment complex about a two blocks from here. I've lived there for years."
The next thing Kim knew she was walking across the campus with Brad, knowing what she was going to do when she got to his apartment and looking forward to that fine kind of education he could give her.
Brad's apartment was small and filled with books. They were stacked everywhere, even around the bed. Kim sat down on the edge of his bed and picked up one book. It was a volume of poetry. She opened it up and saw the inscription: "To Brad, who taught me so much about life and writing too." It was signed by the author, a young woman. Her picture was on the back of the book. She was smiling and she was wearing a tight, black sweater. She had big tits.
Brad sat down next to the blonde and looked at the volume of poetry too.
"Just one of my success stories," he said. "A few years ago, she was a freshman here just like you are today. Now she is one of the leading, young poets in the nation, and she's won a few awards. This is her third collection."
Kim looked at the title of the volume, "Daddy's Love Reigns."
She pointed at the title and said, "About her father?"
"About her father and about me and about a couple of other older men in her life," Brad said. "She has a thing for older men."
Older men. Kim considered the concept. She had never thought about fooling around with older men before. But here she was in Brad's apartment and he was an older man. In a way, the blonde could already understand what this female poet saw in men who were older. They were more mature, more sophisticated. They could have a conversation with you and they could probably fuck you with skill too. Older men had to pick up a little skill in all their years of screwing, the girl thought.
Kim opened the book of poetry and read a few lines out loud.
"The touch of the hand against my body, the touch of the fingers against my soul. You understand, Daddy, what it means to be bounced in the air and how it feels to be caught-giggling, breathless, on fire."
Perhaps it was the poetry. Perhaps it was Brad leaning close to her. Perhaps it was the thrill of the new experience. Perhaps it was a combination of all these things.
All Kim knew was that she sighed and fell back on the bed and lay there, soft and yearning for something to happen to her.
The blonde did not have to wait for long.
The man with the gray streaks in his hair moved in close to Kim and put his hand on one of her tits. As he squeezed that breast, he kissed her. She sighed and opened her mouth to the invasion of his tongue.
The kiss was long and thrilling, so thrilling that Kim did not even notice when Brad slipped his hand under her soft T-shirt and pushed it up so that he could feel her breasts without any garment at all getting in the way.
When the kiss was over, his hand was on her bare tit and he whispered to her.
"You can call me Daddy while we do it," he said. "The woman who published the book of poetry called me Daddy all the time. It thrilled her and it thrilled me too."
Then Brad gently pulled Kim up from the bed and slipped the T-shirt off her body and over her head. He undressed her as a daddy would undress a little girl.
Daddy. The sexy blonde found herself thinking of her own father-a business executive with a big gut who drank too much and worked too hard. She would never think of going to bed with her own father, of course, but there was something vaguely thrilling in the idea of screwing this man and moaning out, "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy." Kim thought that such experiences could be the stuff that poetry is made of.
The blonde lay back down on the bed and sighed as Brad opened her cut-offs and pulled them down her legs. He removed her little, tennis shoes and then he pulled the cut-offs off her body.
By that time, he was kneeling beside the bed and she was lying there in just a pair of white panties. Brad ran his fingers over her body as she lay there and slipped those fingers down to her panties. That touch made her whimper with delight.
"Oh, Daddy, your touch feels so good against my skin. Oh, Daddy, your fingers turn me on."
Yes, the girl decided, older men knew more about sex. She had to admit that, with Harry, it had always been very quick and almost brutal. But she knew that older men like Brad could never be brutal. They understood their little girls too well to be quick and rough.
Brad moved his face in close to her panties and kissed the white material. He stuck out his tongue and he licked her soft panties. Kim sighed. Harry had never done that for her.
The girl reached down and touched Brad's head, let her fingers trace some of the gray streaks in that hair. And she sighed to him as he licked and kissed at her panties-putting pressure on her pussy as he did that.
"Oh, Daddy, you make a little girl want to come."
Brad reached up as he licked on those panties and touched Kim's tits with his hands. He squeezed those bare breasts again and made the girl squirm with sexual fever.
"Oh, Daddy," she said. "That feels so good. That feels like my whole body is on fire. Oh, Daddy, you thrill me so much."
Then Brad moved on to another thrill. The girl gasped a little as he moved his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs and off her feet. She lay on the bed naked and Brad slipped his fingers through the cunt hair that was the color of rich, sweet honey.
Then he pressed his face against that hair and licked it slowly with his tongue. The girl felt something like soft, sexual eruptions rush through her body.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "are you going to lick out my pussy? My little, sweet snatch?"
Daddy did not answer with words. He just put his fingers on the soft lips of Kim's pussy and spread them. He pressed his face against her sweet snatch and ran his tongue deep into her.
The blonde felt a fiery lust growing inside her as she reached down between her legs and touched the man's soft, graying hair again. She moaned to him in a voice that was as soft as good, sweet, slow sex.
"Oh, Daddy, I love it. I love the feel of your tongue in my little-girl pussy."
Brad loved the sound of her voice too, and he loved the things she was saying. Kim had caught on to the sexy game of daddy-and-little-girl quickly, and she seemed to be enjoying that game just as much as he did. She was certainly enjoying the tongue-lashing he was giving her pussy. The juices that rolled out of her sweet hole, the throbbing that he felt deep in her cunt told him that she enjoyed that sex immensely.
Brad had no trouble at all finding her sweet, little clit. He started to suck on that clitoris as he moved his hands under her naked body again. The girl sighed and slipped her legs around his shoulders and rubbed the bare heels of her feet against his back.
"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered. "You are going to make me come. Really come."
Brad just kept sucking on her sweet clitoris, and soon the blonde was coming. Coming in gasps and coming in moans. Coming with passion for her sweet, sexy daddy.
The writing instructor sucked her through her orgasm and then slowly moved his face away from her snatch and kissed and licked the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Then he looked up from between her legs and smiled at her. She raised up on her arms and grinned down at him.
"Daddy, that felt so good," the girl said. "I want to be a good, little girl and do something for you now too."
"What do you want to do for your daddy?" Brad asked the blonde.
Kim put her finger to her lips and acted as if she were a little girl who was trying to think of something sweet to please her daddy-love.
Then she grinned and said, "I would like to suck your cock, Daddy."
Brad chuckled as he stood up and opened his shirt and pulled it off. The hair on his chest was streaked with gray too, Kim discovered. Then the writing instructor opened his pants and pushed them down. He had a long, thick prick and Kim's mouth started to water with need just as soon as she caught her first glimpse of that sexy daddy-tool.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," the girl said, "I really want to suck that thing of yours, I want to make you happy-as happy as you just made me when you sucked my pussy and made me come."
Naked, Brad dropped onto the bed next to the girl and smiled at her. He put his hand on his hardening meat and lifted it up for her.
"Daddy's cock is all yours, little girl," he said.
And Kim moved down the bed and grasped that tool in her fingers as she drew her sweet face closer to the rod.
"I bet my daddy's cock is the bestest, sweetest cock in the world," she said in a playful and childish tone. "I bet my daddy's cock is better than any other cock on any of my friends' daddies."
"You shouldn't make that judgment until you try out a few of your little friends' daddies too," the man said.
Kim smiled and thought about that possibility. All the other daddy-cocks out there just yearning to be sucked. And the blonde suddenly knew just how she would go about getting a real education here at college.
She would not worry about the male students who were near her age. That would not be fair to Harry, her boyfriend. No, she would satisfy her needs with older men and she would learn all she could about daddies while she was still young and fresh enough to thrill the older men too.
CHAPTER THREE
The fat man was the publicity director of the college. He worked in the public relations office, writing press releases about interesting students. So, naturally, Jenny told him about Lance, the chemistry whiz who had just entered the college.
"Have you fucked him already?" the fat man asked when Jenny finished her description of the blonde kid.
"Yes," Jenny said softly, without any shame at all. She had been around the fat man long enough to know that he was not the kind of guy who made moral judgments.
"And he was a virgin until I got close to him."
"A virgin male," the fat man said. "There is nothing sillier in this world than a virgin male. I was silly when I was a virgin."
"Come on," Jenny said playfully. "You were never a virgin."
"Yes, I was," the fat man said. "In fact, I remember when the first guy in my group in high school got laid. His name was Bob and he came back and told us all about it. Every little detail. Every move. I stood there listening and wishing that I could take notes. And, when Bob finished with his description of that first taste of paradise, he actually asked if there were any questions. I didn't hold up my hand, but I asked a question. I asked, 'Did you take your clothes off too?' And Bob looked at me with disgust in his eyes and said, 'Hell, no. What do you think I am-some kind of god-damned queer?' I was embarrassed and, for the next year, I thought that, if you took off your clothes too, you were a latent homosexual. Lucky for me, I found out different."
Jenny laughed at the fat man's story. He may have made that anecdote up, she thought, but it sounded very true.
Then the fat man gave the student photographer an assignment.
"There's a voice student named Seth who is going to a national competition next month. He's a baritone, I think. We need a picture of him practicing. They say you can find him almost any time during the night at the music building, singing his little heart out. Get a good picture and I'll do the interview with our little canary in a couple of days."
"Sure thing," Jenny said.
The redhead stood up to leave the fat man's office, but she turned and smiled at him and asked, "Is he sexy?"
"Who?"
"The singer."
"Don't know. Never seen him. And I'm not judge of this shit in men anyway. He's a baritone. That's all I can tell you."
Jenny smiled. "A baritone," she said. "Yes, I bet he is sexy. Baritones are usually sexy, you know."
* * * *
That night, Jenny walked into the music building and followed the sound of the baritone voice. It was a beautiful voice, strong and yet mellow, manly and yet spiritual, and it echoed through the building like a clear ring of a bell on a spring afternoon. And the voice was alone in its music. There was no piano. Yet each tone was right on the mark. Jenny could tell even as she walked through the music building that this singer had perfect pitch.
The redhead was led by the sound to a room at the end of a hallway. She opened the door and peeked inside. The young man who stood there had curly, dark hair and a handsome face. He was concentrating on the sheet of music that was on the stand in front of him.
And he was not wearing a shirt. His chest was covered with dark hair and he was pressing his fingers against his stomach, controlling his breathing as he moved through measure after measure of complicated, baroque music. He had a nice, muscular frame, and the hair on his chest edged itself into a little line that ran down his washboard stomach.
Jenny moved into the room and stood there, looking at the young man. He was definitely a yummy, she thought. In fact, as she looked at him and listened to the clear tones of his baritone voice, she could already feel her pussy growing wet inside her panties.
The young man came to the end of a section of the baroque music and then looked up. He let out a little gasp and reached for his shirt, which was hanging on the back of a chair.
But the redhead just grinned and said, "I assume you're Seth."
The young man stood there and held his shirt in his hand. He smiled at the redhead.
"Yes," he said, "I am Seth."
"I'm Jenny. The photographer," the sexy girl said, and she held up her camera as proof of her identity. "They sent me over to take pictures of you for public relations."
"Then I better put my shirt on," Seth said softly.
"For some of the pictures, yes," the photographer said. "But, for others-well, you do look sexy standing there like that. A musical hunk."
Seth grinned and put his shirt back on the chair.
"It was rather warm in here," he said. "And I like to concentrate on my breathing when I practice. This piece here has some very long phrases. You need good breath support to sing this intricate music."
Jenny was thinking that a guy needed good breath support to fuck really well too, but she did not say anything like that to the young man.
"You have a nice chest," she said.
Seth looked down at his chest and grinned. "Hairy," he said. "I started growing hair on my chest when I was just thirteen or so. I was a little ashamed of it then. It made me different. But my father talked to me. He is very hairy too, and he said that I shouldn't worry. He said one day the girls would love my chest. He was speaking from experience, of course. He was a voice major in college. He teaches music at a high school, and he says I sing better than he ever did. My father is very proud of me."
"Of course," Jenny said.
The redhead picked up her camera and held it up to her eye. She focused on Seth and smiled.
"Go back to singing," she said. "I will move around and take some pictures."
"Okay," the baritone said. "I need to practice this piece anyway. It's not quite right yet. Can't figure out why. The notes are right, but the feeling isn't there yet."
Jenny smiled and thought about the kind of right feelings she wanted to give this stud.
Seth put his fingers on his stomach again and looked down at the music and started to sing. The voice came out of his mouth clearly, like some kind of unashamed sound from nature.
Circle and shoot. Circle and shoot.
That was one of the main rules of good photography. And Jenny did not mind at all circling and shooting a sexy, young stud like this one.
And now she did notice Seth's fine breath control, the way that his body was both relaxed and tense, the way he leaned forward and pressed the air out of his insides and let that air come out as almost magical, musical tones.
And he was concentrating so much on the music that he did not seem to take notice of Jenny until she moved between him and the music stand and got down on her knees there.
The redhead was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and she turned her camera up toward the young man and clicked off a couple of frames.
Then she moved her camera away from her face and smiled up at the young man. Seth was looking down at her and smiling, and he smiled even more when the redhead raised her fingers up to the crotch of his pants and touched him there.
Seth had quite a basket, Jenny found, but, after all, he was a baritone.
"Do you want to take pictures of that too?" Seth asked.
"No," Jenny said with a grin.
She slipped her fingers off his sexy crotch and lifted her arm up and ran those fingers over the hair on his stomach and chest. That hair was soft and thrilling as she touched it.
"Your father was right," she said softly. "All that hair makes a nice difference."
She moved her fingers down to his loins again and grinned and added, "But this makes the best difference, Seth. Even without hair, you would be sexy."
And then, still grinning, the redhead slowly unzipped the young stud's pants and reached inside and touched the meat that was held captive there. She freed the cock by slipping it out of his pants. Then she stroked on on the fine, long shaft with her fingers.
"I've never been able to sing," she admitted, "but I can suck."
"I bet you can."
Jenny moved her face closer to the cock and opened her lips and took the rod into her mouth. She pressed her lips tightly around the prick and started to suck on it. Then a groan came out of Seth's throat, and-like the musical tones he had sung-the groan was also baritone.
Jenny worked her mouth back and forth on the prick as Seth opened his pants and pushed them down his legs. She ran her fingers over the base of his cock and felt the strength there as she worked her face close to his body and then pulled away from again in wet, sloppy jerks.
Her movements were quick on the cock. She would work her lips back and forth on his rod and then she would pull her mouth off the thing and quickly lick the head of the organ. She would turn her head slightly and run her quick, lively tongue up and down the side of the shaft.
She would kiss the prick on the side too, thrilling it and hardening it with her soft lips. Then she would go back to sucking as she slipped her fingers over the meat that was now wet from her own saliva.
Finally, the redhead took her mouth off the quickening, sexy prick and smiled up at Seth.
"Let's get naked and do this right," she suggested.
"Sure," he agreed. "I always try to do everything right."
But, with his stiff prick jutting out of his pants, Seth moved toward the door first. He locked the door to the practice room and then he turned and slipped out of his shoes and pushed his pants down. He stepped out of those pants with grace, Jenny thought, almost as he were a dander, not a singer.
Jenny stood up and put her camera on the chair with his shirt. Then she pulled her T-shirt off over her head, exposing her big tits to the young man. She slipped out of her shoes too and opened her jeans and pushed them down. She was not wearing panties. Seth smiled when he saw her red bush.
When they both naked, Seth and Jenny moved toward one another. The young singer put his arms around the redhead and pulled her close, pressed her big, soft tits against his hairy chest. Jenny squirmed against that hairy chest and sighed. She ran her fingers through the dark hair on his head too and she smiled at the sexy singer.
And then he kissed her passionately. Jenny opened her mouth to his tongue, and found that that tongue-trained to make clear, distinct, musical sounds-was wild and lively in her mouth.
But her tongue was pretty damned wild and lively too, even though she had had no training as a singer.
As they kissed, as their tongues battled each other and moved together from one mouth to the other, Jenny slipped her arms around the young man and pulled herself even closer to his body. She moved her naked form against his and felt the hair on his chest tickling her tits. She raised one leg and ran the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh against his strong, male leg. And she felt his cock growing against her stomach too. She especially liked the feel of that stiffening dork against her freckled skin.
When the kiss was over, Seth gently pushed the redhead away and ran his fingers down over her big tits and her stomach too. He slipped those fingers through her cunt hair as she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Soon his fingers were on the inside of her thighs and Jenny found herself standing with her legs spread wide. She leaned against Seth and kissed his strong shoulder as she felt those fingers on the lips of her pussy.
"I play piano too," the baritone said, explaining why he was so good with his fingers.
But it was not a piano he was playing at that moment. He was finding the right key in her cunt. He was touching the lips of her pussy, feeling the dampncss and softness and willingness down there.
And then he slipped one finger into her snatch as the girl put her hand on the back of his neck and ran her tongue over his throat-where all those beautiful sounds had come from.
And the redhead moaned and felt the sexiness growing down there in her sweet twat. She put her hand on his prick and started to stroke it, feeling the hardness growing on Seth.
Seth worked his finger deep into her and held it inside of her for just one sexy split-second. Then he pulled the finger back until just the tip of his finger was inside her twat. He pressed that tip around the walls of her pussy and he turned the finger so that part of it was touching her clitoris too. Then he ran the finger deep into Jenny again.
"Oh, Seth," Jenny whispered into his car as she leaned against him. "You really know how to treat a pussy. You really know how to get a cunt hot and wet and wild."
And the singer smiled and worked his finger back and forth in her cunt, back and forth against her clit too. Jenny felt a little weak from all the lust that was flowing through her and had to put both arms around Seth's neck in order to hold herself up.
When her pussy was wet and ready for his prick, his cock was hard and ready to fuck her cunt.
As Seth pulled his finger out of her, Jenny moved away from him and slipped down onto the floor. The sexy redhead then spread her legs wide and held out her arms for him.
"Come on down, stud," she said, "and fuck me."
Seth gave her that sweet smile as he moved down onto the floor next to her. He moved his hands over her big tits again and he kissed her softly on the mouth.
"Oh, stud," she moaned, "fuck me and make me hear the music."
Of course, Seth knew what kind of music she was talking about. It was the special music, the humming and the sighing and the sweet tones that came to your head when you were screwing like crazy.
It was the kind of music that Seth wanted to hear too.
The muscles in Seth's body flexed as he moved over the redhead and slipped into position between her sexy, spread legs.
Jenny reached down between her body and Seth's body and grabbed his dork again. She moaned a little as she guided that cock into her snatch. She raised her legs and Seth slipped his arms under those legs, helping her hold them up as the tip of his prick went into her snatch.
Then, when he was firmly implanted in her cunt, Jenny took her fingers off his member and ran her hand up her stomach and over one of her big tits again. With her other hand, she touched Seth's face and smiled up at him.
"Ram it into me," she said.
She saw the momentary tension in Seth's body and then he slammed the cock home. She sighed and twisted a little on the floor as she felt that big member inside her.
Then, as Seth started to move his prick back and forth inside her twat, she began to move with him. She rocked on that floor and moaned.
She reached up with both hands and touched his handsome face and pulled that face down to her. She kissed him as she slipped her fingers over his hairy chest too.
That chest, she thought, where all those fine, musical sounds came from, was one of the most masculine things she had ever felt. But, of course, that cock in her pussy was pretty damned masculine too.
The redhead moved her fingers down Seth's chest and touched his stomach. She sighed and he sighed as the girl pressed her fingers against his stomach. She felt the air coming out of him and hitting her face like a sweet breeze.
Seth kissed her face as he fucked her and Jenny closed her eyes and listened for the music. Yes, there it was. It came to her very quickly. The groaning, sighing sound that two people made when they were one. That familiar sound of a cock working its way deep into a pussy-something like a wet slap, something like a sucking, something like nothing else in the world. This was the music that the sexy redhead specialized in.
It was the finest music in the world, she thought, the sweetest music two people could make together. .
Jenny wrapped her legs around Seth's body and fucked with him and listened to that music of the sexual spheres.
CHAPTER FOUR
Scenes from a new semester, in the warm, early autumn of college lust:
Somewhere on the campus that evening, a girl sat in a car and opened her blouse and said to the boy she had dated through her freshman year, "You've wanted it since the homecoming dande and I wouldn't give it to you. I was afraid you wouldn't respect me. I thought you might talk about me to the other guys you hang around with. But something terrible happened to me this summer while I was home and now you can have it. And you tell any guy you want to tell. I don't give a shit any more." And the boy did not even stop to ask what terrible thing could have happened during those hot months back in her hometown. He just smiled and sighed and leaned forward and started to suck gratefully upon a sweet tit.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl was thinking that this young man-probably a senior-who had started to talk to her in the student union was one of the most fascinating figures she had ever seen. He seemed to know so much about life. And she was making up her mind to let him slip his hand under her skirt, even though she did not even know his last name, and she was feeling a little bit like a tramp. But that feeling was exciting to her just the same.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl had finished putting all her worldly goods in their proper place and now was looking out the window of her dorm room and seeing a handsome, young guy walking across the green. She was falling madly in love with the way that he moved-as if he were sure of everything in the world-and wondering if she would ever see him again or work up the courage to speak to him. And she was turning away from the window and looking at the teddy bear that lay on her bed and thinking that really was a childish thing to have brought to college.
Somewhere on the campus, a lad of tender years was sipping on liquor that an upperclassman had brought for him in the store near the campus and he was trying to get used to the burning taste of the stuff. And he was thinking about sexy cheerleaders and how they always wanted to fuck only the athletes and he was starting to get angry with the world.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl took off her glasses and lay down naked on her narrow dorm-room bed and was happy that her room-mate had gone out on a date that evening. The girl did not even turn out the light. She reached between her thighs and touched the lips of her pussy with her fingers and thought about fucking her favorite professor--the young man with the curly hair who taught art appreciation.
Somewhere on the campus, a junior was sitting in his dorm room telling stories to his new friends-all male freshmen and sophomores, talking about the time that he and his friend had gotten into the girls' dorm early one morning and had hidden in the broom closet next to the bathroom and had listened to the girls giggling as they had taken their showers. And the younger guys were impressed with the story of true adventure and the junior was hoping none of them found out it was a fucking lie.
And, in Brad's apartment that evening, on a bed surrounded by stacks of books, Kim took her mouth off the man's cock and clutched the thing in her fingers as she looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big and so sweet," the blonde said. "I want to suck on it forever."
"It's good when a little girl wants to suck her daddy," the man moaned.
Kim could tell that Brad was on fire with lust, and she added to that fire when she licked her lips and then took the tip of his organ into her mouth again.
She tightened her lips around the crown of that prick and felt the powerful strength of the tool almost vibrate inside her. The vibration moved into her too and worked its way down to her pussy. She was throbbing with need down there in her twat.
Then she opened her mouth a little and went further down on that long, thick prick. Kim got more than half of the dork into her mouth and then she started to move her head up and down again. She could feel the spear growing even harder and more wonderfully brutal as she sucked with delight and the man groaned there on the bed.
As Kim sucked Brad's cock, she moved her fingers over his hairy balls. Then she took her mouth off his organ and pressed the stiff thing back against his stomach with her fingers. That made his balls jump at her face.
Kim stuck out her tongue and licked on those balls as Brad reached down and touched her blonde, soft hair.
"Good, little girl," he moaned. "Daddy loves you, little girl."
The girl's tongue was quick and wet. She licked over the veins of those balls and then pressed her lips against that flesh and kissed him softly in that most secret, male place.
The writing instructor closed his eyes and thought of all the sexy, little girls who had come before this blonde. In his career as a teacher, he had usually had at least one young thing who was willing to serve him.
The one who had written that volume of poetry based on what she had learned about life from Brad mingled in the man's head with the others-who had not yet achieved any greatness as writers. The black one with the dimples who had bounced on his cock for nearly six months was now an advertising copywriter, but Brad did not hold it against her that she had given up fine arts for the world of commerce. The dark-haired one with the wide, soft mouth had loved using her mouth on his prick and was now a housewife in suburbia, but Brad suspected that, down deep, she was still remembering what she had done with her writing instructor and perhaps even writing an occasional poem about it too. The slender one who was from the country and always wore tight jeans had actually published a story in a men's magazine-a story about lust and the job she had taken collecting semen from bulls. But she had wandered off to find herself and had started to hitch-hike across the nation and Brad had not heard from her for a couple .of years. He just hoped she was all right. He hoped she had not been hurt by some guy in a big, air-conditioned car, had not been murdered by the side of the road. That would be a tragic way for a girl from the country to end up.
But this little blonde who was licking his balls and handling his cock was one of the best. Brad could already tell that, although he had not read anything she had written.
As a ball-Iicker, Brad thought, this girl was certainly a prize winner. And she would just have to be a good writer too. She had gotten into the fantasy about daddies and little girls very quickly, and that was a sign of a good imagination.
Kim finished with her kissing and licking of Brad's balls and raised her head up and pressed the tip of his organ against her chin. She smiled at the older man and said, "Daddy, your little girl needs a good fucking. She really, truly docs, Daddy."
Now, what daddy could refuse a request like that one?
Brad smiled down at the blonde as he spoke to her.
"Climb aboard your daddy's cock, you sweet, little girl, and take a long, fine ride."
As Kim moved up to her knees, she remembered her vow to be faithful to Harry, her boyfriend. The naked girl could not help but think that she was keeping her vow in a way. She had been tempted by those young, stud yummies on the campus and she had fought off that temptation.
As she spread her thighs over Brad's slender, strong body, she thought that she would stay with older men. She would fuck and suck with older men and then she would not have to be unfaithful to her boyfriend at all.
Kim reached down under her twat and grasped Brad's cock in her fingers. She shivered a little and touched her firm, young, sweet tit with her other hand.
"Oh, Daddy," she said, "I need a really good fucking."
"That's just what your daddy is going to give you," the man promised.
Then Brad reached up and touched her body with his hands. He slipped his fingers over her tits and her sides and made the girl shudder with more sexual feelings.
And, as Brad touched Kim's naked, yearning body, she slipped her fingers over his hard cock. She knew from her experiences with Harry that nothing pleased a man more than fingertips on his stiff rod.
With his hands on her sides, Brad moved the girl down onto his cock and she sighed and tossed her blonde hair as she felt the tip of that organ go into her twat.
"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, "your cock is so good and big."
It was all a game, but it was not a lie.
The little, sexy blonde did feel her cunt being stretched by that rod. She did feel a nice, little-girl shiver go through her as she slipped her fingers off the dork and left her pussy impaled on the sword of male flesh.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "ram that thing into me. Now, Daddy. Now."
The little girl wanted it raw and rough from her daddy. She shivered a little on his prick.
And she gasped as she felt Brad's hands on her thighs, touching her soft and feminine flesh there. His fingers were strong and warm and virile, just like the prick that was now in her pussy.
Then those fingers grasped her firmly and held her steady and Brad jerked under her, slammed more of his meat into her. The girl cried out with passionate fire as he pulled her down too, pulled her down onto his mighty prick.
"All of it, Daddy," she gasped. "Your little girl wants all of that cock."
And Kim leaned forward slightly and touched the man's chest with her fingers. She traced those fingers through the gray hair on that thin chest as he slammed even more of his cock into her hot cunt, and she sighed and pursed her lips and took the prick greedily.
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "That is the way I like it."
Kim started to rock back and forth on Brad's prick, feeling the thing slip in and out of the deepness and the sweetness of her twat.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she murmured. "Fuck your little girl's hot pussy."
As he started to groan and grind under the girl, Brad moved his hands up her body again and touched those tits-those fine, sexy, full, ripe tits. Those breasts heaved with delight as he rammed the girl again and again with his cock.
"Yes, Daddy," Kim muttered, "my tits are yours. Touch them. Feel them. Your little girl loves it when you do things to her tits."
Suddenly, Brad thought of something else he would like to do to those fine breasts.
The older man continued to work his prick deep into her Kim's cunt as he raised up on the bed and put his arms tightly around her naked body. He pulled the girl closer to him and pressed his mouth against one of her pink, sweet nipples.
Brad started to suck on that nipple and he felt the sexy girl tremble in his grasp. Kim raised her arms high over her head and stretched her fingers to the ceiling.
"Yes, Daddy. All of me. Take all of me, Daddy. Suck me. Fuck me. Do it all, Daddy. I want it all, Daddy. On my tit. In my cunt. Your little girl wants it all."
Kim could almost feel the heat of the lust in the air and she thought as the man fucked her and sucked on her nipple that that heat would soon set the books around the bed on fire.
But, even if those books started to burn around her, Kim knew she would not care at all-not with this man fucking her, not with this new and collegiate experience driving her mad with wild passion. For this kind of fucking, she would gladly take the chande of burning too.
Somewhere on the campus that evening, a soft, sensitive girl looked at a boy with very dark skin and knew she had to have him. She moved close to him on the bed and touched his dark skin and smiled at him and let him know that she wanted his dark cock inside of her.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl who was a senior offered another glass of red wine to a freshman boy with dark, soft hair and full lips and smiled as he sipped on that wine, knowing that she would have him, knowing that she would taste the freshness of his freshman flesh and feel the hardness of part of that flesh inside her.
Somewhere on the campus, Jenny returned to her dorm room and wondered where her new room-mate was so late in the evening. And, as. she undressed and prepared for bed, the redhead thought that Kim might have been tempted on that campus that night by some sexy yummy of a guy, that Kim might have given in to temptation even more quickly than Jenny had imagined she would give in, that Kim might actually be fucking and beginning her true, college education.
And Jenny stood in the dorm room naked and looked at her room-mate's empty bed and smiled.
CHAPTER FIVE
The building was the one that all the students called Old Main. It had been the first structure put up on the campus nearly 100 years before. Even though it was not so tall as the newer buildings, there was still a kind of imposing grace to Old Main that none of the other places on the campus had.
Maybe the gargoyles gave the building its grace and power, Jenny thought. Old Main was the only structure on the campus with gargoyles.
The redhead leaned out the window on the top floor of Old Main and aimed her camera up at the gargoyle that peered down at her. It was something like a serpent and something like a bird and its mouth was opened wide so that rain-water from the top of the building could escape through that mouth and splatter down onto the sidewalk below. Jenny was careful, for she did not want to splatter on that sidewalk too.
"Okay," the photographer said when she was in perfect position.
Then the young stud peered out from behind the gargoyle. He put his hand on the statue's head and leaned out over the dragon-bird and smiled. He was not wearing a shirt and his chest was muscular and hairless and perfect.
Jenny snapped a few pictures of that young guy grinning with his gargoyle. In her mind, the stone animal and the living, breathing, shirtless stud became like brothers up there on the top of Old Main.
The young stud's name was Ronnie, and he was a basketball player. He was also Jenny's favorite model.
"It's called a griffin," he said softly as the girl took the pictures.
"What?" Jenny asked.
Ronnie rubbed the gargoyle's head and said, "This mythical creature. It's called a griffin."
"Okay," Jenny said, knowing that Ronnie was showing off his intelligence.
He was very smart, especially for a basketball player. He belonged to a national organization of scholar-athletes, and he had once had his picture taken with a United States Senator who had been both a Rhodes Scholar and a pro basketball player. But the truth was that Jenny was not particularly interested in his mind.
"I'll be up there in a minute," the redhead finally said, and then she slipped off the window sill and moved back into the building.
The assistant registrar whose office was on the top floor of the building looked up from his computer printouts as Jenny slipped in from the window. The assistant registrar was a dry, little, old man who did all the numerical breakdowns of the student population. If you wanted to know how many American Indian students had attended the college in 1933, for example, you called this dry, little man and he could probably give you the figure off the top of his head.
"Did you get what you needed, Jenny?" the assistant registrar asked.
"Yes," the girl said. "Thank you very much."
"No trouble," the man said. "I don't get much company up here. Here's an interesting statistic, Jenny. Even in 1903, there were five Chinese students at the college. Now where do you imagine they came from?"
"China," the girl said.
"No. I mean how did five Chinese students end up here in 1903?"
"I wouldn't have the slightest idea," the girl said, trying to sound vaguely interested in the old man's figures.
But, actually, the number of Chinese students at the college in 1903 meant as little to her as Ronnie's information about griffins. Jenny had more important things to think about-such as her work as a photographer and Ronnie's muscular, sexy body.
"I'll have to do more research," the assistant registrar said. "The heathen Chinese here in 1903. A very interesting figure."
"Thanks for the use of your office," Jenny said as she headed toward the door.
"Any time," the dry, old man muttered as he bent down over his numbers again.
The redhead dashed up a flight of dusty stairs and opened the door that led to the roof of Old Main. As she opened that door, she saw Ronnie sitting on a gargoyle.
He was wearing a pair of cut-offs that were tight enough to show off the bulge in his crotch and he was sitting on the back of the mythical creature on the roof with his legs hanging down on either side of the gargoyle's tight, stone wings. He was not wearing shoes or socks. Even his feet looked strong and sexy, Jenny thought.
And it looked as if those wings were growing right out of him, Jenny thought as if those wings were part of his sexy male crotch.
The redhead stepped outside the door and raised her camera and snapped off a couple of pictures as Ronnie sat there and smiled at her.
Then she lowered her camera and smiled back. , "Very nice," she said, looking at the bulge in his cut-offs. "A very good study in form."
"Where do you want me now?" the athlete asked.
The sexy girl pointed toward another gargoyle, another semi-monster in stone that looked something like a man and something like a monkey. The figure was leaning out over the edge of the roof.
"I want you leaning against that thing's behind," the photographer said. Ronnie jumped off the wings of the serpent-bird and moved toward the stone monkey-man. He leaned back against the figure with the sun shining in from behind him and he crossed his strong arms over his chest.
"Reminds me of Hugo," he said. "Who's Hugo?" the girl asked as she focused the camera.
"Victor Hugo. The author of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Quasimodo. The ugly man who danced among the gargoyles of the cathedral."
"You're not ugly," the redhead said, "and I don't want you dancing either. I want to stand still."
Ronnie just smiled and shrugged his bare shoulders and crossed one ankle in front of another as he leaned against the stone monkey-man.
"Yes, like that," the photographer said. As she started to take pictures, Jenny thought that Ronnie looked very sure of himself up there on the roof of Old Main. And why shouldn't he be sure of himself? He was young and strong and handsome and sexy and intelligent too. No doubt about it. Ronnie had a great life ahead of him. He might even end up as a United States senator himself, the redhead thought.
Jenny studied the confident and smiling Ronnie as she snapped a few more pictures, and she felt her pussy growing wet with hot desire. She would have to fuck Ronnie, she decided.
And she would have no trouble working up Ronnie's desire, Jenny knew. She had already fucked him a few times, and the young stud was always ready for another hearty experience.
But this experience would be a little different, Jenny thought, because she intended to fuck Ronnie--not in a bed or in the backseat of a car but up here on the roof of Old Main.
The redhead was wearing her usual, early-fall attire-clothes meant to catch the last bits of warmth before the chill of the year set in. And she knew she looked good in her T-shirt and her shorts.
She lowered her camera moved toward Ronnie and reached out with one hand.
"Hold my camera for a second, will you, Ronnie? Be careful. You know how important it is to me."
"Sure," the young stud said, and he took the camera from her hand.
He was still leaning against the stone monkey-man, but he stood up straight when he saw the redhead pull her T-shirt off her over head and bare her tits for him.
Ronnie smiled as Jenny reached out and took the camera back. Carefully, she wrapped the thing in the T-shirt to protect it from dirt, and she moved to a corner of the roof and put it down gently. Then she turned and smiled at the young stud and ran her fingers over her big and freckled tits.
"Photography is important to me," she explained, "but you know, Ronnie, that there is one thing that is more important to me."
The young man crossed his arms over his muscular, hairless chest again and smiled. He already knew what Jenny was talking about, but he wanted to hear her say it.
"What's more important to you than photography?" he asked.
"Fucking," the girl answered with a smile.
Ronnie pushed himself away from the stone monkey-man and slowly approached the redhead.
"You want it here?" he asked. "On the roof of Old Main?"
"Right here," Jenny informed the stud as she moved toward him too.
The redhead reached out and ran her fingers over the big bulge in the sexy cut-offs that the athletic, young stud was wearing.
"You are very intelligent," she said with a smile. "I appreciate your mind, but I appreciate this even more."
"I don't mind being appreciated for that too," Ronnie said.
And then he put his arms around Jenny and pulled her close to him. Her soft, freckled tits pressed against his muscular body as they kissed and opened their mouths and moved their tongues back and forth from one mouth to another.
It was a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that added fire to both their loins.
When the kiss was over, Jenny pushed herself away from Ronnie and slipped down to her knees there on top of Old Main.
She moved her fingers over the bulge in his cut-offs again and she smiled. Then she opened those cut-offs and pushed them down Ronnie's legs. Naturally, the sexy stud was not wearing any underwear.
Naturally, the prick jumped out at Jenny and looked delicious in its sweet, half-hard state.
Jenny wrapped her fingers around that dork and brought her pretty face close to the thing and kissed the tip of Ronnie's dick with a soft, wet smack. The athlete shivered when she did that.
Then the girl raised up a little and put her other hand under her tit. She lifted that breast and pressed her nipple against the crown of Ronnie's cock. That made the stud shudder and groan with sexual pleasure, and it made Jenny shudder and groan a little bit herself. She loved the way that the cock felt against the sensitive flesh of her nipple.
Ronnie pushed his cut-offs further down his legs and sighed to the redhead in a manly tone.
"Touch me there, Jenny. You know where I like to be touched. You've done it before. Do it again."
Yes, the female photographer knew all about the touch that gave her favorite athlete his favorite thrill. She had not stopped to wonder why that touch did those special things to him. Jenny was not the kind of girl to think too much about the meaning of sex. You got nothing but pitiful and painful frustration from thinking about sex, she reasoned. And she was too busy enjoying the sweet nastiness of sex to think about its deeper, sometimes sorrowful implications.
She took her hand off Ronnie's dork and moved both of her hands back behind him. She caressed his buttocks with her fingers and slipped those fingers down the crack in his strong, firm ass.
Ronnie groaned and grabbed his own cock and twisted his body a little as she touched his buns and made the fire inside him grow even hotter.
Then, as the redhead continued to move her fingers up and down the crack in Ronnie's ass, she lowered her face to his rod and opened her lips and worked her mouth over that meat.
She grasped his buns with her fingers and kneaded them as if they were pieces of dough and she worked her mouth up and down on Ronnie's throbbing organ. She could feel her pussy flooding with juices as she did that, and Jenny knew that, when Ronnie was ready to fuck her, she would be ready to receive his cock with gusto.
In no time at all, the athlete was hard and strong down there. As Jenny moved off his dork and took her hands away from his ass, he pushed his cutoffs down his legs and stepped out of them.
Jenny turned and twisted and slipped out of her shoes and pushed her own shorts off too so that she was as naked as her favorite model.
Ronnie grasped his pole of male flesh and looked down at her as Jenny lay back and spread her legs and touched the red hair that grew above her pussy. Then she worked her fingers down over the lips of her cunt too and touched her sweetness.
"I want to be fucked," she said. "I want to be fucked by that big, hard cock of yours."
At that moment, the door opened and the little old man who was the assistant registrar peeked out.
"Jenny?" he said softly. "Arc you still out here?"
"Yes," the redhead said, and she did not even look at the dry, little man. She kept her eyes on that big dork that Ronnie caressed with his hand.
The assistant registrar saw that Jenny and the stud were naked, but he was not shocked. He had been working as a college administrator for years. He just smiled and said, "I think about four hundred couples have fucked up here since Old Main was built. That is just an estimate, of course, based on recent figures and projections based on those figures back into history. Not so many couples in recent years, though. Now that we have coed dorms and things like that, our annual quota of fucking couples on top of Old Main has diminished. It's good to see the tradition revived."
But Jenny and her model were not interested in his statistics. He could tell that. The old man just turned and closed the door quietly and walked back down the dusty steps to his office.
When they were again alone, Ronnie started to move down to Jenny.
But, suddenly, the redhead put up her hands and stopped him.
"No," she said, "not flat on the roof. Not this way."
Ronnie just stared at her. He didn't know what Jenny had in mind, but he was sure he would go along with it. She was sure whatever fantastic thing she had thought up would be very sexy.
The naked redhead stood up and moved toward the serpent-bird again. She leaned against the stone gargoyle and positioned herself between the wings.
"Here," she said. "Standing up. Right at the edge of the roof. That will be better."
Ronnie grinned. That position was just fine with him.
He moved in close to Jenny and pressed his strong, male body against her feminine form. She groaned when he trapped her there-between the cool stone and the warm and sexy flesh on his muscular body.
Ronnie kissed Jenny's neck and her freckled shoulder as she reached down between them and took his cock in her hand.
Ronnie slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Jenny sighed and threw her arms over the wings of the gargoyle to hold herself up and slipped her legs around Ronnie's body as she felt the tip of that dork go into her hot pussy.
The redhead groaned out the words in a lusty tone.
"Deep into me. Drive deep into me, stud."
Ronnie took a deep breath. She could feel his chest expand against her tits. And then he slammed his cock deep into her cunt.
Jenny let out a moan that seemed to echo through the air, and she would not have been surprised to find out that students all over the campus could hear it. And she didn't care if they heard it. She was stuffed with hard, sexy cock and she felt wonderful.
The athlete was strong and limber. He fucked her with case as her legs tightened around his body. Jenny felt her back rubbing against the cold stone of the gargoyle and closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as that prick went back and forth inside her.
"Oh, Ronnie, you're a fine, handsome stud," she whimpered. "And smart too. You really know how to fuck a girl and make her feel good."
Ronnie just groaned and felt pretty damned good himself as he rammed that prick deep into the redhead's sexy, tight wetness again and again.
As he fucked her, Jenny sighed and lay back on the serpent-bird until her red hair was floating down from the gargoyle and slipping about in the breeze. She was not afraid of falling. Her legs were tight around Ronnie and he was running his hands over her tits and her stomach too. He was strong and he would keep her from danger while he fucked her.
Inside his office, the assistant registrar heard the girl's groaning and went to his window. He looked up at that red hair and caught a glimpse of her naked body too as she turned and twisted on the griffin gargoyle.
The little man grinned and spoke softly to himself.
"Maybe this is a sign of something. They're up on Old Main fucking again. Maybe they're getting back to tradition."
CHAPTER SIX
In front of the steps that led up to the massive, old college library, four pillars jutted out of the ground and pointed toward the heavens. They were each about twenty feet tall and looked like the ruins left over by some terrible disaster. In a way, they looked silly, but they were nice to lean against on a cool, autumn night while Kim was waiting for Brad to come out of the library.
The blonde was wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans and she knew she looked sweet and sexy, especially when she raised one sneakered foot and put it flat against a pillar. She stretched out her arms and touched another pillar with her fingers. She had had a few weeks of classes in courses such as psychology now. She knew all about phallic symbols, and the tall pillars were very phallic indeed.
She kept glancing out of the corner of her eye at the young guy who sat on the steps leading up to the library. If she had been of a different frame of mind, Kim thought, she might have found the guy cute. He had black, curly, rebellious hair, the kind no brush could control. And he was tall and thin too. Sure, he wore big, round glasses, but even they were cute, Kim thought.
And he was staring at her as she stood there between the pillars, probably trying to work up the courage to get up and walk toward her and speak to her. It would be a shame if he did work up that courage, the sexy blonde thought, for she would have nothing to do with him. She wanted only older men. She was staying faithful to her boyfriend at another college by spreading her legs only for Brad and maybe a guy like Brad-but certainly not young guys.
And the guy on the steps of the library might even be younger than she was, Kim thought.
Finally, she saw Brad coming down the steps from that library and she smiled at him. She pushed herself away from the pillars and yearned to run to him and hug him and kiss him. But Kim controlled her emotions.
She knew she could not go around kissing teachers in public.
Brad came toward her and smiled.
"Hello, Kim," he said. "I am sorry I kept you waiting. I had just a bit of research to do."
"That's all right, sir," the blonde said softly. "I didn't have to wait that long."
Then, to Kim's surprise, Brad turned toward the thin kid with the curly hair and waved at him.
"Come along, Dallas," he said. "This is the girl I want you to meet."
The the thin guy with the glasses got up slowly and came down the library steps too. He strolled toward Kim and Brad as the blonde stood there and wondered just what the fuck was going on.
But Brad did not seem to be any mood for explaining. He just grinned and put one hand on Kim's shoulder and the other hand on the shoulder of the kid with the curly hair.
"Come along, children," he said. "Daddy is going to teach you two a few things about life."
The boy named Dallas grinned as they started to walk toward Brad's apartment. Kim was confused by this new turn of events, but she went along too.
When they got to that apartment, Brad fixed drinks for all of them. Kim found herself sitting next to Dallas on a sofa and still wondering what that boy was doing here. She kept her eyes on Brad, but she could feel the curly-haired boy staring at her, grinning at her.
When Brad had passed out the drinks, she noticed that Dallas only sipped on his. The boy was obviously not used to liquor. Well, Kim could not fault him for that. She was not used to drinking cither.
But Brad took a long drink of his liquor and then sat down in a chair across from the sofa. Finally, he started to explain things.
"Dallas here is a poet," he told the sexy, little blonde girl. "A virgin poet."
Then Kim glanced at Dallas and she saw the young guy blush a little.
"He has a good technique as a poet," Brad said. "He chooses his words well. But you can imagine how shallow his poetry is, with his being a virgin and all."
Brad took another drink from his tall glass and continued.
"I noticed the shallowness, the lack of real subject matter, the lack of real understanding about the world. And I confronted Dallas with my findings. He admitted to me that he is a virgin. Of course, he is only eighteen. I am sure there are many eighteen-year-old virgins on the campus right now. But Dallas has poetical skill, and I feel I should help him to learn more about life."
By now, the boy sitting next to Kim was actually shivering a little. He was growing nervous, but he was still grinning at the blonde.
"Actually, little girl," the man said to Kim, "you are the one who is going to help Dallas learn more about life."
Now it all made sense. Now it all came together in Kim's mind. Brad wanted her to fuck this young guy. Now it was Kim's turn to be nervous.
How could she explain to Brad the difference? How could she tell him about her spiritual bond to her boyfriend on another campus? Her sexual relationship with Brad did not break that bond with Harry, her boyfriend, but, if she went to bed with Dallas, this young, virgin male, then something would be severed in a terrible way. How could she find the words to tell Brad and Dallas what was in her heart? And how could she do it without hurting the curly-haired guy's feelings? They were probably sensitive feelings, Kim thought. Virgin emotions are usually very sensitive.
But Brad did not even notice her sudden anguish. He just said, "Dallas is like a son to me, and you are like a daughter, Kim. Therefore, like a good father, I will sit and watch the two of you and make sure everything goes well."
Brad wanted to watch them fuck!
The idea made Kim's blue eyes grow wide with surprise. And she could feel Dallas shivering beside her even more.
Before the blonde even realized what was going on in her brain, she was asking the question in her soft, little-girl voice--the voice she used often with Brad:
"Do you want me to do this for you, Daddy? Do you want your little girl to do this to make you happy too?"
"Of course, my dear," the man said. "It will make me very happy if you help out your brother in this way."
Her brother? Yes, Brad saw his spiritual, poetry-writing son as her brother, for she was his spiritual, sexy daughter.
Suddenly, all thoughts of her boyfriend vanished from her head. If Brad was going to watch and enjoy this sexual encounter, then she was really doing it for the older man-not for the nervous boy who sat next to her. And, if she did it for Brad, it would be all right.
Dallas would be nothing more than a sexual tool for Brad's pleasure and her pleasure too. He was a living, breathing guy, but, in this game, Kim could think of him the way she might think of a dildo. She had allowed Brad to use a dildo on her one night. Now she would allow Brad to use Dallas on her too.
Kim lifted her glass of liquor and drained it. Then she smiled.
"Let's do it, Daddy," she said. "I'll fuck my sweet, sexy brother for you."
About a minute later, they were all in Brad's bedroom. Kim noticed that the man had picked up a lot of the books that were on the floor around the bed and had stacked them on the shelves at the side of the room. He had also pulled a chair up close to the bed. Of course, he would sit in that chair while he watched his sexy, spiritual children fuck.
Kim and Dallas were sitting on the edge of the bed, and the blonde girl was smiling at the dark-haired boy.
"Have you ever felt a tit before?" she asked.
"A real tit on a girl?" the young poet muttered. "No, I haven't."
Kim felt the rush of the liquor warming her brain as she pulled her sweater up and over her head. She had not worn anything under that sweater. She dropped it on the floor beside the bed and turned toward Dallas and reached out for one of his hands.
She guided that hand to her left breast. "Feel me," she said. "Feel me while daddy watches us."
At first, the boy's hand just lay there on her breast, but then something started to happen. Put a male's hand on something soft like a female breast and he naturally started to caress it with his fingers.
Cindy closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she felt those fingers on her tit.
"Nice, very nice," she said. "Feel the nipple too. That is very sensitive."
And Dallas touched that nipple with his fingers and made it hard and bumpy with excitement. And he was a quick student too, she found. Soon he was moving his other hand to her other tit and feeling that mound too.
"Oh, I bet his poetry-making machine is already getting well-oiled," Brad said as he cased down into his chair. "I know his poetry is going to be filled with tits from now on. The softness of life and the sexiness of life. And it will be your softness and sexiness, little girl. Your daddy is very proud of you."
With those words, Brad urged Kim on in a very special way. The hands of Dallas were still on her tits when she touched the young guy's face with her fingers and looked into his glasses, looked into his eyes.
"You've kissed a girl before, right?" she said.
"Oh, yes," Dallas said. "I'm not completely without experience. Just almost completely."
"Show me how you kiss, my brother," Kim said softly.
And, when Brad heard the blonde refer to the guy as her brother, he moaned and rubbed the crotch of his pants.
Dallas put his mouth on Kim's and gave her something like a kiss. But it was quick and didn't have much passion in it. He needed a few pointers on kissing too, the blonde decided.
"Relax your mouth," Kim said, "and try to communicate to me all of the nice things you feel right now with your kiss. like this."
As the blonde moved her face close to the face of Dallas, she slipped her sexy fingers over his neck and worked those fingers through his dark curls. She pressed her soft mouth against his mouth and felt him relax a little a bit.
As he relaxed, Kim opened his mouth with her tongue and worked that tongue into his mouth. She touched his tongue with her own and felt his arms go around her.
Yes, Dallas was already learning, she thought. As he shared this soft and sweet kiss with Kim, he pulled her close and let her naked tits move against his chest. Together, the girl and the boy fell back onto the bed and soon Dallas was kissing her face and moving his hand over her fine, sweet tit.
Brad watched the way the lad touched the girl and smiled. Dallas had the touch of the poet, he thought, and now he was giving that poet's touch to Kim. In Brad's brain, Kim and Dallas-the blonde girl and the dark-haired boy-were a sister and a brother, sharing sexiness while their daddy looked on like some kind of king in the house. And Brad was that daddy, that king.
The blonde girl moved away from Dallas and smiled down on him. She moved her fingers over his shirt, unbuttoning it with quickness. She opened that shirt and moved her face down to his thin chest. She kissed a male nipple and licked it with that quick tongue that he already had grown to know so well.
Then Kim helped Dallas raised up a bit and she slipped the shirt from his shoulders. After he had taken off his shirt, the curly-haired lad reached out with both hands and massaged her tits some more. like most males, he liked the feel of breasts against his fingers. That softness probably echoed back in his brain to some half-remembered . sensation from childhood, Kim thought, some wonderful feeling from a time when the world seemed whole and pure and safe.
The girl spoke softly to the lad.
"Let me lie back, my brother. Then you can suck on my nipple. A girl-likes to have her nipples sucked by a guy."
Dallas believed her, and, as Kim lay back on the bed, he moved his mouth down to one of those nipples and planted his lips on it. He kissed the nipple in the new and passionate way that Kim had taught him to kiss. Then he pressed his mouth against that sexy, pink spot and started to suck. As he sucked her tit, Kim slipped her fingers through his dark curls again and smiled at the man who sat there in the chair watching them.
"Daddy," she said to the man, "my ittlc brother is learning quickly."
Yes, Braid could see that Dallas was earning quickly. As he sucked on one nipple, he moved his fingers over Kim's other mound and massaged her. He knew without being told that a real stud had to keep the sensations moving in both breasts of a sexy girl.
Kim moaned to Dallas as she sucked and touched her.
"Oh, little brother, you are going to be such a stud. I can tell already. You are going to be just as good as Daddy, and he is the best stud I have ever had."
When she said that, Brad felt proud, and, in his warm, manly pride, he rubbed the crotch of his pants.
Kim slipped her fingers out of the young guy's curly hair and down his spine. She touched his soft flesh and then worked her hand over his buttocks. She massaged his butt through his pants until he took his mouth off the tit and looked up at her.
"Should we get really naked?" he asked.
Kim smiled down on him and nodded. "Yes," she said, "really naked. It is always best when you are really naked."
"I thought as much," Dallas muttered. Dallas moved away from the girl and opened his pants as he kicked off his shoes. He pushed his pants down as Kim pushed her jeans down too. The two of them tumbled about on the bed, stripping off their clothes, as the man in the chair watched them with fevered eyes.
When they were naked, Kim saw that Dallas' rod became a nice size. And it was half-hard with desire already. The blonde reached down and touched that prick with her fingers as Dallas turned his attention to the honey-colored hair that grew above the girl's pussy.
He had never seen such sweet-looking hair before. It was dense and looked soft, like something you would put in a pillow that you would sleep on. Suddenly, the very idea of a pillow changed for Dallas, and he knew he would have to write a poem about lying down to sleep with your head on the soft pussy hair of a sexy female. He was not sure what a poem like that would truly mean, but it was an image that captivated him, and he knew that image would not leave his brain.
Then he heard Kim speaking to him.
"Come on, little brother," she said with her fingers around his dork. "Touch my pussy. Make me feel good down there. Get to know my cunt."
The young guy's hand trembled as he moved it toward that honey-colored hair. He ran his fingers through that hair first, touching its softness and feeling the urgently female flesh under the hair. Then he slipped his fingers down between Kim's out-stretched thighs and felt a wetness. At first, he thought that the blonde might have pissed on herself. But then he realized that the wetness was something sweet that was coming out of her cunt, seeping out like oil bubbling up from a well.
Then the man in the chair spoke to him.
"Get down there and look at that cunt, Dallas," Brad said. "Study it. Figure out for yourself the poetry of pussy."
Dallas moved on the bed until he was lying with his head on Kim's soft thigh. He did study the cunt. He looked closely at the pink lips of the twat. They looked a little puffy and ragged, and a fine bit of that cunt-hair grew around them, as if the hair wanted to protect the opening.
The blonde reached down between her legs and put her fingers on her pussy. She spread her fingers and spread those lips too. It was then that the fine, sweet aroma came out of the cunt and slithered in the nostrils of the young man.
Dallas never smelled a perfume like that one before. It was so natural, he thought, and yet it was sweet too.
"Put your finger in me, little brother," the blonde moaned. "I like to have a stud's finger in my pussy before he puts his cock into my hungry twat."
Dallas moved his finger into her cunt slowly. He could feel something that seemed to vibrate around his finger, and he could feel the sweet flesh of the inner walls of her pussy.
The blonde moaned softly as Dallas slipped his finger deep into her twat. Then she spoke to him again.
"Work it back and forth, little brother," she said. "Work your finger back and forth and really get to know my cunt. That will make it better when you fuck me."
When he fucked her!
Dallas thought about that sweet thing that was on the horizon and he smiled as he worked his finger back and forth in her loving twat.
And the man in the chair sniffed the air and smelled that perfume too. He closed his eyes and listened to Kim's moans as Dallas fingered her.
He was very lucky, Brad thought, very lucky to have such a sweet, little girl at his disposal.
In fact, the teacher thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
He rubbed the growing hardness in his pants and sighed as he thought of all the good luck that had come his way. And he was happy that he was sharing that good luck with Dallas now-sharing that sexy, fine luck with a poet of the future.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Scenes from mid-semester, as the cool of autumn spreads over the campus:
A girl and a boy-both freshmen in their first semester away from home--meet in the cool, green expanse behind the library. She rushes to him. He clutches her. She feels his hands slip under her sweater and caress her full tits. His mouth is sweet and fresh against her face. His hand is bold and manly on her breast. And she feels a freedom she has never known before.
In a parked car at the edge of the campus, a cheerleader is excited, for this is the middle of football season and the team is doing well. She grins at the halfback who grins back at her and she opens her blouse slowly. She reaches out for the halfback and touches his dark locks with her fingers and pulls his face down to her tits. He started to suck on one of her nipples and the cheerleader closes her eyes and thinks about victory.
In her dorm room, a girl stands naked and proud in front of a full-length mirror. She marvels at how her body has changed. She thinks that anyone who looks at her now will know she is more mature, more sexual, more womanly. She touches her breasts and runs her fingers down over her stomach. As she slips those fingers through the dark hair that grows above her pussy, the girl purses her lips and tilts her head to one side and looks beatific.
* * * *
As she walked across the campus that evening with her camera bag slung over her shoulder, the redhead thought of a story that the fat man had told her just that afternoon. Jenny was not sure why the fat man had talked about this part of his past at this time, and she was not so sure she believed every detail of his yarn.
But she had liked the story. It had made her giggle, and she giggled now as she thought about the fat man's phrases.
"Used to work for a fundamentalist, religious college," the fat man had said while he had sat at his desk and sipped coffee from a big cup that had a hog on it. "Strangest job I ever had. My boss used to start every meeting with a prayer and then, when the prayer was over, he would talk about what kind of lies we had to tell in order to get more contributors to give us money. I lied more in that job than any other I ever had. Now everybody inflates their enrollment figures. But this guy claimed that we had nearly 7,000 students on the campus. Shit, it was more like 700, and, whenever anyone would question the 7,000 figure, he would snarl, 'You just don't know how to count.'"
The fat man sipped on his coffee and then continued with his story.
"Anyway, this college had been going along for years by the time I got there. It was started by a preacher and then the preacher's son had taken over as president and had started to get old and nasty in his job. He used to fire faculty members at the drop of a hat, just because he didn't like the way they dressed or raised a question at some meeting. I had been working there for two years when the scandal broke. Seems that somebody staying in a motel about twenty miles from the campus complained about the noise in the room next door. The manager of the motel told the people in that room to quieten down, but they didn't. So he called the cops. When the cops got into the room, they found the president of our holy college, that preacher's son who was getting old, naked with three of the fattest, little coeds you ever did see. Pig City, Arizona, Jenny. That's what it was. You see, the president had a thing for fat girls. Really fat. Every one of the three weighed in a more than two hundred pounds. Probably covered themselves with pandake make-up too, if I am any judge of fat girls any longer. And the president, he was a skinny, little devil himself. Well, you get three girls that fat naked with a skinny guy and they're going to make a lot of noise-bouncing off the bed and off the walls too, for all I know. And the girls were not only fat, one of them was also under-age. So they hauled my president's ass down to jail and, at two o'clock in the morning, I get a phone call from my boss saying we got to go to the next town and get the president out of jail before the local media finds out he's in the slammer." The fat man took another sip of his coffee and sighed.
"We were too late. By the time we got to the jail, there were reporters from radio and television and newspapers swarming all over the place. A plague of locusts. No, they were more like a bunch of vultures, buzzards. They smelled blood and they were circling that station house like it was the target for their bombs. My boss got out of the car and walked up in front of those cameras and said a tragic mistake had been made. He claimed the cops had made the whole story up. Started ranting about communists and agnostics and secular humanists too. Reminded me of the famous preacher who was killed in a motel room in California during the 1950's, cither by communists or by a jealous husband, depending on whom you listened to. Well, anyway, while my boss was up there, lying his guts out, I went into the police station and looked at the president in the holding cell. The three fat girls were out front, crying and moaning and saying they had only wanted to get close to God. I looked at them and I looked at the skinny president and I just started to laugh. Couldn't help myself. Started to laugh so hard all the cops heard me and thought I was crazy. And the president turned red in the face and stood up in his cell and got all presidential and told me I was fired. Here he was in a jail cell after having been caught with three fat girls and he had the gumption to say I was fired, canned, deep-sixed, and just for laughing at him. Well, I figured, if I had to be fired, this was the perfect time to leave the place. I walked out of the police station and got back into my car and went back to the next town. The next day, I left that town and that college behind. But I picked up the local papers and read the stories. Nobody believed my boss's version of the event at all. It didn't help matters when the under-aged fat girl gave an interview where she said that the president had lured her and her friends to the motel room with promises of healing. Said he was going to pray all night with them and make God help them stay on their diets and lose weight and look better. Everybody believed her. Who is going to doubt a fat girl when it comes to dieting? The next year, they shut the fucking college down. My boss went to work for a company that builds nuclear reactors and he called me up and offered me a job in his new office. I already had may job here and I turned him down. I tell you, Jenny, it surely feels better being at a college where we don't have to hide the fact that our students have sex, you know. Feels better being in a real, American college where all the students are true-blue and lusty. And I just don't think I could handle the nuclear shit these days."
Jenny thought about real, American college students as she moved across the campus. The chill of autumn was in the air and she didn't see as much flesh as she had seen just a few days before. But the students were still lusty. They were still strolling around, holding hands, boys and girls searching out a nice, warm place to fuck.
Jenny--dressed in a tight, black sweater that showed off her breasts and a pair of tight, warm jeans-was heading toward the student union building. She was supposed to meet a few friends there for a talk and a few cups of coffee. But, as she walked toward the front of the student union building, she saw the guy and she stopped and stared at him.
The jeans he wore were tight and showed off his bulge as if he did not give a shit if the whole, fucking world knew how well-hung he was. He was wearing a black sweater too, that went well with his blonde hair.
And he stood there confidently and looked at the other students. He was waiting for someone special. Jenny could tell that from the way he kept staring at the parking lot in front of the building. But he wanted everyone else to notice him and his rather raw sexiness too.
The thick glasses gave him away, but the frames on the glasses made them look cute and sexy too.
Jenny approached him and said his name.
"Lance?"
And the little, blonde stud turned and smiled at her. Yes, it was the freshman with that delicate interest in chemistry, the virgin male that she had fucked just a few weeks before.
Lance had certainly changed, Jenny thought, and she wondered if he now devoted any of his time to science.
"Lance," the redhead said again, "how are you?"
"Oh, Jenny," he said, his voice calm and confident, "good to see you again. I am doing well. And you?"
He sounded so formal. Jenny sneered and grabbed his arm and pulled him close and snarled at him.
"What the fuck has happened to you?" she said softly. "Hell, you were a virgin when I fucked you, and-"
Then the little guy started to shake and look a bit frightened, as if he had been caught driving someone else's car. The redhead saw that fear in his eyes and stopped speaking and smiled. Yes, this was the same Lance in a way.
At least, Jenny knew she could bring out the real Lance if she wanted to.
"Sorry, Jenny," he said. "I didn't mean to be haughty with you. After all, I owe it all to you."
"How's the chemistry?"
"The what?"
"Your classes? Your experiments? How are they going?"
"Well, the truth is, Jenny, I haven't been doing much of that kind of stuff. I haven't even been going to class that often, and-"
"Shit, you're going to flunk out."
"But, Jenny, the girls are so much fun," he said, "and I'm learning so much from them. Especially Barbara."
"Barbara?"
"I'm waiting for her here. She has a car and an apartment. She's a graduate student, Jenny, and she thinks I'm really sexy."
The redhead smiled. "And she's been teaching you a lot, right?"
"Right," Lance said.
Then a strange glow came into his blue eyes, a glow that Jenny could see right through the glasses.
"Would you like to meet Barbara, Jenny? I mean, she knows all about you. I talked about you and told her what you did for me. She said you sounded like a really nice girl, the kind of girl every freshman should have. And she'll be along here any minute now and she always says she would like to thank you for what you did to me."
"Well-"
Just at that instant, a car pulled up in front of the student union building and Lance pointed and said, "There she is."
He took Jenny by the arm and pulled her toward the car. The redhead didn't have much chance to protest, and, anyway, she wanted to see what Lance's new lover was like.
The young woman got out of the car and smiled at the redhead. She was a beauty, Jenny saw, a slender, sexy female with long, dark hair and a sweet, oval face.
Lance had certainly picked well when he had chosen Barbara, Jenny thought, or, rather, when he had allowed Barbara to choose him. Something in this young woman's bearing told the redhead that she would always be the one making the sexual selection.
"You must be Jenny," she said. "Lance has talked so much about you. I am very pleased to meet you."
"And you are Barbara," Jenny said, stretching out her hand.
Barbara had a firm, strong handshake and Lance stood between them and grinned as the two females met.
"Would you like to join us back at my apartment, Jenny?" the dark-haired beauty said. "Wc could have a drink and talk about the changes Lance has gone through."
Suddenly, Jenny didn't care about her friends who were drinking coffee in the student union. She wanted to know about what kind of changes the blonde, little stud with the thick glasses and the big cock had been going through, and, while she was at Barbara's apartment, the photographer thought, she would also put in a few, good words for attending class and keeping your studies up. After all, Lance was too intelligent to just flunk out of college.
Lance sat in the back scat of Barbara's car and Jenny sat in the front next to the beauty as she drove off the campus and down into a valley where there were a lot of apartment complexes for the student population.
Barbara was a graduate student in speech and drama. She was a designer of sets, and, when Jenny saw the young woman's apartment, she thought that it looked a little like a stage set. The furniture was low and soft and was arranged just so and the lights had been placed carefully to give a nice, soft glow to the apartment, yet not overpower the place. Jenny looked around the living room of the apartment and thought that it looked like a set for a den of iniquity.
Barbara sat down on a long, low sofa and Lance sat down next to her. Jenny slipped into a very comfortable chair.
"You introduced Lance to sex," Barbara said, "and you must have made a very good introduction, because he is great in bed."
"I imagine you've taught him a few tricks yourself, Barbara," Jenny said with a grin.
"A few," Barbara admitted. "And he is so well-hung. He's just about the biggest
I have ever had."
"Of course, I didn't have anything to do with that. That was Mother Nature's role. And she did her part well. I just discovered the meat and let him know it was bigger than most other cocks."
"It is huge, isn't it?" Barbara said, "and he's so sweet when he uses it. Even now, after we've done it a dozen times or so, he's still a little innocent when he starts fucking. I like that. The innocence makes him even sweeter."
Jenny grinned and nodded.
"I know just what you mean," the redhead said. "An innocent guy with a big cock-why that's something from heaven."
They were talking about Lance as if he were not even there, but he was sitting right next to Barbara and the dark-haired beauty was moving her fingers up and down his thigh and Jenny could tell that his bulge was growing even harder in his tight pants.
Then Barbara suggested it: "Would you like to watch us together? Lance and me? Would you like to see us fuck?"
It was one of the most interesting propositions Jenny had ever received. She had screwed a lot of guys, but she had never been able to sit back and watch a couple fuck. The photographer thought the experience would be very interesting and she was sorry she had not brought along her camera.
"All right," she said.
"Then come with us to the bedroom," Barbara said.
Lance had not spoken a word, but he seemed to like the idea too. He stood up and dashed into the bedroom as the two females followed him and laughed at his lively, boyish excitement.
A few minutes later, Barbara and Lance were naked.
His glasses were the last thing that he took off, and then he batted his blue eyes in that sexy, nearly blind way that Jenny knew so well.
The redhead was sitting in a chair next to the bed and smiling as the beauty with the dark hair and the blonde stud with the big cock moved close together there on the bed.
Lance lay on his back and smiled as Barbara moved in on him. She slipped her fingers over the long, thick prick that was thrown back over the blonde's thigh and Jenny could see that cock quiver a little with excitement.
Then Barbara pressed her face against Lance's face. The two of them shared a deep, sexy, tongue-twisting kiss. And, as they kissed, Lance slipped his arm around the dark-haired vixen and worked his fingers down her back and over her buns.
When he touched her ass, Barbara moaned. Jenny smiled. She knew that sensitive male fingers on a female's buttocks were almost as good as sensitive male fingers on and in a female's pussy. She understood Barbara's moan perfectly and she was proud of Lance because he had discovered this way to please a female.
The dark-haired beauty took her mouth away from Lance's mouth and started to kiss his neck and his shoulders. As she did that, she grasped his cock firmly in her fingers and began to work the skin back and forth on the giant rod. Jenny saw the prick grow even stiffer and she smiled as she felt a heat in her own jeans, her own pussy.
They were going to put on one hell of a show for her, the photographer thought, and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dallas pulled his finger out Kim's sweet twat slowly, and the blonde let out with one final moan. A poetic moan, Dallas thought. The moan of a big sister teaching her little brother all about life and enjoying the education as much as he was. There was something almost mythic, almost cosmic about the sweetness of that moan, something that sent a warm feeling right to the very core of the young poet's sexual being. The moan was that soft and wonderful and sweet.
And then Dallas thought about another kind of sweetness, a sweetness that he just had to taste.
The sexy blonde raised up and looked at the face of the curly-haired guy. He seemed sexy and yet innocent too, she thought, and she smiled as she saw him bring that finger to his mouth.
"You'd look really cute licking off my juices, little brother," she said with a wide, sweet grin. "Really cute and really wild too."
She tilted her head to one side and watched as Dallas-the little brother in their game-kissed that finger and licked it and tasted the sweet, inner sexiness of Kim.
"You will get more out of that if you lick out my pussy, little brother," the blonde said softly. "That way you go right to the source of it all."
The curly-haired, slender, young stud moved his finger away from his mouth.
"You mean putting my tongue right up inside you?" Dallas murmured.
Yes, that was exactly what she meant, but Kim decided she would not answer Dallas with mere words. Words could mean anything. Words might be misunderstood, but touches were a universal language.
The way they were lying together, with his head on her thigh, Kim could easily reach his prick. She stretched out her arm and worked her fingers around that dork. Dallas moaned as the girl started to feel the manliness of his meat.
Kim stroked on the cock and felt it harden a bit as she suggested the sexual situation.
"You lick out my pussy and then I will suck your cock, little brother. Sucking and licking is a sweet thing to do. It's personal, private and passionate too. That's the best way to really get to know each other before we fuck."
Fuck.
The word had a fine ring, Dallas thought, especially when Kim said it sweetly. When she said it, the word was a promise, a vow, a look into the future that had once seemed to Dallas scattered and confusing.
Now that future was coming together into a new and wonderful design, and, when Kim said "fuck," the design-the meter and form of true existence that is mirrored by good poetry-grew even more beautiful.
Brad, sitting there and watching and listening, groaned a little but neither Dallas nor Kim took any notice of him. They were wrapped up together in their minds, as if they were the only two people in the universe.
Dallas thought about designs as he moved his face closer to the girl's pink cunt. He turned a little and moved his face between her thighs as Kim spread her legs even wider. He was sure that the pink slash of her pussy was a central part of that design that was so beautiful.
He could still feel her hand on his prick. Her fingers were cool and yet they added a warmth of maleness to his member. Coolness and warmth mixed together in the design too, he thought.
And the girl's pussy looked sweet and tasty.
"Go ahead, you sweet, little brother," the blonde said. "Taste what is deep inside. I'm sure you'll like it."
Dallas spread those cunt-lips with his fingers and took another deep breath of that feminine perfume. Then he put his mouth against Kim's twat and shot his tongue right into her.
She sighed when he entered her that way and grasped his cock even more tightly and started to massage it with skill. He let out a little, muffled groan as he worked his tongue deep into her snatch and felt the walls of that cunt vibrating around him.
They seemed to be melting around his tongue, turning into sexy wetness and sweetness that was spreading through the design of his new life. He closed his eyes and drove his tongue deeper into the girl, and he concentrated on that fine taste that she offered to him.
This was a new taste for Dallas, a taste that was good and sweet and wild. It was a taste he grew to love and relish immediately.
The naked girl lifted her hips a little and ground her pussy against the young stud's face. When Brad saw that, he knew that Dallas was doing something right down there with his tongue.
And, suddenly, the instructor wanted to be involved too, just in a little way. He stood up and moved toward the bed and looked down on Kim. He studied her tits-those fine, young mounds of lusty flesh-and he saw that they were heaving as the blonde moved further and further into her own sexuality.
Brad reached down and put his hand on one of those tits and gave it a squeeze. That made Kim moan again. She licked her lips and looked up at him with her blue, flashing eyes.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said softly.
Brad squeezed the breast again and noticed that she was squeezing gently on the prick that was in her hand too.
So there. He had touched a tit. He had been a good and caring father. He had put something of his own into the sexy experience for Kim. Satisfied, Brad took his hand off her breast and slowly backed toward his chair. He sat down again and rubbed the crotch of his pants.
He was still rubbing his bulge when he saw Kim's face turn slowly toward the hardening member in her hand. Dallas was going to get a new and fine experience, Brad thought. She was going to suck on the lad's cock.
Having Kim suck his cock would really put the poetry into Dallas, the teacher thought. The blonde sucked cock well-with a soft, wild, natural rhythm that was a little like iambic pentameter.
Kim pulled her face close to the organ and licked her soft lips. The cock that she held in her hand was growing stronger and bolder, and it was obviously a young cock too.
She found herself thinking of Harry, her boyfriend. She had sucked him, but she had never really been drawn to his dork in the way that she now felt herself drawn to Dallas.
Kim knew that her college experience, her education was already at work in her spirit. Now she was pulled toward a young cock and she was shaking her head and knocking any memory of her old boyfriend out of her brain.
Kim opened her mouth and worked those lips over the meat that presented itself to her.
The cock tasted fresh and clean.
When he felt that mouth on his cock, something inside the lad's head exploded. He pulled his tongue out of Kim's pussy and uttered the words in a loud groan.
"Oh, big sister, that is wonderful!"
Dallas moved away from the cunt and lay on the bed, his body suddenly drenched with perspiration. He felt a little bad that he could not lick out the blonde's pussy while she was sucking him. But he just had to concentrate on all the sweet sensations she was giving him with her mouth at that moment.
He closed his eyes and lifted his hands and ran his fingers through his curls as Kim moved closer to him and started to work her face up and down on his prick.
He opened his eyes and glanced down and thought she looked like a starving girl who was going after a fine meat.
She had her hand around the base of his prick and she was working her mouth up and down on the thing. She would go down until his cock had almost filled up her mouth and then she would suck and add wild thrills to his system.
Then she would come up the throbbing cock slowly and take her lips off the organ and kiss it and lick it too. Her tongue was quick and eager. She even ran her tongue up and down the side of the prick, and those little licks were like a sweet fire to Dallas.
In no time at all, his cock was hard and full and standing straight up from his body. Dallas looked down at that meat when Kim moved her mouth away from the organ and he was surprised at the hardness and the fullness of the thing. He had never gotten it this way with his own hand, he thought.
Kim looked down at him and smiled and said, "Little brother, you are going to fuck me now."
Then she raised up and moved her body over his. She spread her thighs until she straddled his thin, male form as if it were a tributary of a mighty river. And that mighty river-the great symbol of life-was his cock. Yes, at that instant, it seemed to Dallas that his whole body was just a slight extension of his prick, a mighty Mississippi of of a cock.
As the girl went down and rubbed the lips of her pussy against the tip of his prick, Dallas felt like singing a few choruses of a new song-something like "Old Man Hard-On"
He must know something, but he don't say nothing. He just gets hard and keeps on fucking along.
But he kept his mouth closed and felt the tension rush through his body as Kim grasped his cock at its base and pressed her pussy against the tip of the thing.
She cased herself down onto his prick and sighed a little as the head of his member went into her.
"Shove it into me, little brother," she moaned. "Give me that cock. T want it so badly. Give me all of that sexy cock."
How could a little brother not indulge his sexy sister in what she wanted so badly?
Dallas felt a new strength rushing through his body and he knew it was the strength of lust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and forced his hips up against Kim, driving his cock deep into her snatch.
The curly-haired, young poet reached up blindly and grabbed her tits. He found the softness with no trouble at all and he pursed his lips as he felt her womanly form with his hands.
He caressed those breasts with his fingers as the girl let the words come out in sexy, wild gasps. "Little brother, you are really a big brother in a special way. Yes, so big. Oh, little brother, fuck me good. Yes, do it. Fuck me hard and good and wild."
Brad chortled as he listened to her say those sweet words. The teacher had his own cock out of his pants and he was stroking it with delight as he watched the students fuck.
They were moving together now, matching each other's rhythms and groaning and shivering and sighing together.
Kim put her hands on the young guy's shoulders and pulled him up toward her. With his new strength-the strength of lust-designing new ideas in his head, Dallas had no trouble at all raising up to a sitting position as he continued to batter Kim's cunt with his cock.
The girl put her hands on the back of his neck and leaned back, offering up that tit to Dallas. The curly-haired stud continued to work his cock in and out of that pussy as he leaned forward and put his mouth on her nipple.
He sucked on it and even gave the sensitive skin a little love-bite. The blonde whimpered when he did that, but she did not protest.
Instead she spread her legs wide and, as naturally as anything, Dallas slipped his arms under her legs. Soon the sexy blonde had her legs over his shoulders as he continued to suck on her tit. She squirmed on his cock and turned her head to one side and moaned to the man who was playing with his dork and watching them.
"My little brother is one hell of a fuck," she said.
Her eyes were half-closed. Her body was shining with perspiration and quaking with lust. She really did not have to tell Brad that she was enjoying this fuck session with Dallas.
But the teacher was glad that she told him just the same. In fact, right after she spoke those words, his cock shot its first load of juice.
Brad didn't take his eyes off the fucking pair, but he groaned and stroked his member and came just the same.
CHAPTER NINE
Usually, when a guy and a girl start to share some lusts in bed, they take turns being in control. The male is in control when he fingers the female's pussy. The female is in control when she sucks the male's cock.
Barbara was definitely in control now, Jenny thought as she watched the sexy, dark-haired beauty work her mouth up and down on Lance's long, hardening spear.
And the photographer wondered if she looked as cute and sexy when she sucked prick, when she had her mouth stuffed with male meat.
At that moment, the dark-haired vixen took her mouth off Lance's organ and smiled at the redhead.
"His cock is as sweet as it is big," Barbara said. "Do you remember how sweet and manly his prick is?"
Jenny nodded her head and licked her own lips without even thinking of what she was doing.
Barbara smiled and spoke softly.
"Come on, Jenny," she said. "I'll share the prick with you. I want to share everything with you tonight."
The redhead could not decide if she were surprised by the graduate student's invitation. As she pulled her sweater over her head, Jenny thought that Barbara must have had something like this in mind from the very first moment she had seen the girl standing there with Lance. Graduate students have all kinds of strategies and plans formulating in their heads all the time.
When Barbara saw the redhead's big tits, she grinned and then she leaned in and kissed the side of Lance's prick. But she did not take her eyes off Jenny. She studied every movement the girl made as she stripped out of her clothes.
When Jenny was naked, she moved onto the bed too and Lance groaned and touched her soft, red hair. He batted those blue eyes and said, "Nice to have you with us, Jenny."
The girl slipped down onto the bed so that her face was only a few inches away from that heavy, sexy, long prick. Barbara worked her fingers up and down the cock as she smiled at Jenny over the meat. Then the dark-haired girl held the thing at its base and bent it gently toward Jenny.
Jenny smiled and moved her mouth close to the tip of Lance's organ. She pursed her lips and kissed that meat and then stuck out her tongue and ran it around the crown of the prick.
Barbara watched with a grin as Jenny licked that cock almost feverishly. Then the dark-haired sexpot moved her face close to the cock too.
The two females shared the prick easily. Jenny worked her tongue up and down one side of the shaft and Barbara licked the other side of the meat. Lance lay there and groaned as both of those tongues added to the fire of lust in his loins.
The chemistry specialist reached down and touched the dark hair of Barbara with one hand and the red hair of Jenny with the other. With his glasses off, he could not see that clearly, but he did see the blurred vision of red and black. And, in his mind, the red and the black were mixing together in one of the finest chemical reactions he could think of.
There was something almost combustible about his cock now, and Lance was almost sure that the combustion was caused by that chemical mixing of the red and the black, of Jenny's tongue and Barbara's tongue, of all that fine, female sex in that bed with him.
The females were so close together down there as they licked on his prick that it just had to happen. In one instant, Barbara moved her tongue up Lance's cock on one side and Jenny moved her tongue up the cock on the other and, within one second, the two sexy girls were sharing a tongue-twisting kiss.
At first, Jenny did not know how to react to a kiss like that-from another female. But Barbara reached out and put her hand on the back of the redhead's head and held her close and worked her tongue deep into Jenny's mouth. Soon the redhead was giving back the kind of passion that Barbara gave to her.
Lance looked down and saw the red and the black of the hair come together in a very close blur. He smiled and dropped back onto the bed and knew that the sexual sharing had taken on a new dimension. At first, Jenny and Barbara had been sharing him, and now he knew that he and Barbara would share Jenny instead.
The freshman was not surprised that the grad student had reached out for Jenny. He was not surprised by anything that happened when he was in bed with Barbara. She was a wild one, so wild that even he had trouble keeping up with her sometimes.
Jenny had no trouble, though. When Barbara took her mouth off the redhead's, Jenny smiled at her and crawled over Lance's mighty dork to get even closer to the dark-haired girl.
Jenny and Barbara knelt on the bed and touched each other's titties. The redhead sighed when she felt those female fingers against her nipple.
Then Barbara put her hands on Jenny's shoulders and slowly pressed the girl back onto the bed. Jenny lay down right next to Lance and turned and looked into those big, blue, nearly blind eyes. She smiled at Lance and spoke to him softly.
"She has taken control of mc too," Jenny said. "Just like she probably took control of you the first time."
"When all is said and done," Lance said, "Barbara is always in control."
And the dark-haired girl who was in control moved down and put her hand on Jenny's breast. She massaged that tit as she kissed on Jenny's neck and shoulders. The redhead lay there and sighed and spread her legs wide with passion.
The photographer moaned and turned to look at Lance again. She sighed out the words as Barbara kissed at her neck and nibbled at her car.
"You should go to class more often, Lance," she murmured. "I wouldn't want you flunking out. If you flunked out, you would have to go back home and leave college and then you couldn't play with girls like me and Barbara."
"Gee," the kid said, "I never thought of it that way. Sure, I'll study and go to class. I'll make the best grades I can. I wouldn't want to miss out on girls like you two. I think I want to stay in college forever."
Jenny smiled, knowing her mission had now been accomplished. Lance would change his ways and somehow find a golden mean between his studies and his sex life, a natural measure that would allow him to devote enough time to both sides of his personality. Lance was very intelligent, Jenny thought. He would have no trouble at all finding that measure, that balance of mind and body-of brains and cock.
The redhead was still smiling when Barbara moved her mouth down to one of those nipples and started to kiss it softly. That made Jenny whimper a little with passion.
Barbara had a soft, damp mouth that felt very nice on her nipple. When the dark-haired girl stuck out her tongue and licked the sensitive pink spot on Jenny's big tit, it felt even nicer. The redhead squirmed and felt juices flooding her sweet pussy.
Then Barbara sucked that nipple into her lips and started to tug on it gently. As she did that, she moved her fingers up and down Jenny's stomach. She even ran those fingers through the red hair that grew above Jenny's cunt.
Those touches and that sucking mixed together and added a lot of fire to Jenny's sexual nature. She raised her hips a little and pressed her body up against Barbara's hand. She slipped her fingers through the graduate student's dark hair and let those fingers run down Barbara's spine.
And she moaned to Barbara too. "Oh, oh, you suck tit so good. Oh, it sets my cunt on fire."
Well, Barbara thought, if her cunt was on fire, she knew how to add to that blaze.
The graduate student was still sucking on that nipple as she moved her fingers over the inside of Jenny's soft, freckled thighs.
Then she pressed those fingers against the lips of Jenny's pussy and felt the softness and the wetness there. The redhead sighed again and churned her cunt against those fingers.
"Oh, my snatch needs something, Barbara," the redhead said. "My snatch is on fire for something."
Of course, Barbara knew just what Jenny's cunt was on fire for. A big, hard cock pounding and stroking inside her wetness-driving her into a frenzy and bringing her to orgasm. The dark-haired girl kept her mouth on Jenny's nipple as she glanced down and saw that Lance was now stroking on his own big member. He would be ready to give Jenny what she needed, the graduate student thought, but, first, she had something else in mind for that redhead's damp, sweet pussy.
Barbara slipped one finger over the lips of Jenny's pussy and made the girl moan with eager lust. Then she worked that finger deep into the redhead as the girl trembled and raised one thigh and rubbed it against Barbara's arm.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Jenny whimpered. "Yes, that feels so fucking good inside me."
She had been fingered by guys, of course, but this was a female finger, and, to Jenny, that made all the difference in the world. It seemed to her that a female finger knew just how to stroke the inside of her lusty cunt. Barbara curved the finger just a bit and then worked it back and forth inside of Jenny so that part of the finger was rubbing against her sweet clitoris too.
Jenny closed her eyes and felt a quaking run through her body.
Only then did Barbara take her mouth off the redhead's nipple. Only then did she concentrate on working that finger back and forth in Jenny's snatch.
And the photographer reached out and grabbed Barbara's head and pulled her face down and kissed the dark-haired girl on the mouth. This time, Barbara opened her mouth and let Jenny's tongue invade her as she continued to stroke the fires of passion in the girl's hot cunt.
When the long, sexy, lesbian kiss was over, the graduate student smiled down at Jenny.
"Your pussy is tight," she said in a complimentary fashion. "Yes," Jenny moaned. "And sweet."
"Yes."
"And wet."
"Yes."
"And hot."
"Yes, so hot."
"It feels like it's alive with need," the sexy graduate student said, as she continued to stroke the inside of Jenny. "The need to be fucked by a long, hard, wonderful cock."
"Yes," the redhead agreed, "the need to be fucked."-
"I bet you're going to be one fine fuck, Jenny," the female said. "I bet you are going to screw Lance like there was no tomorrow."
As feelings of lust rushed through the redhead, she echoed Barbara in a low moan.
"No tomorrow."
Then, slowly, the dark-haired girl pulled her finger out of that pussy. Jenny felt her quaking case a little, but she also felt as if she were hollow inside without Barbara's finger there to tease her and build her fires.
But then the photographer saw one of the sweetest sexual sights she had ever witnessed. She saw Barbara raise that cunt-wet finger to her lips and kiss it tenderly. Then the oval-faced, dark-haired vixen opened her lips and took that finger into her mouth and sucked on it slowly-sucked with fine passion, Jenny thought.
Then Barbara took the finger out of her mouth and smiled down on the redhead with the big tits.
"So sweet," she murmured.
And she pressed her face to Jenny again and kissed her. She ran her tongue into Jenny's opened mouth, and the sexy photographer thought she could actually taste a little of her own, sweet pussy on Barbara's tongue.
A few seconds later, the graduate student pulled away from Jenny and looked at Lance. He was lying there, stroking on his big meat with both hands. He did not see that well without his glasses, but he had enjoyed viewing the girls together.
In fact, at one point during their sexy show of lesbian love, Lance had almost reached out for his glasses so that he could bring the two sexpots into focus. But then he had decided that that would not be the mature and sexy thing to do. So he squinted and pulled on his prick and made out the wonderful scene as best he could without the thick glasses.
Now the scientific stud grinned as Barbara spoke to him, "Come on and fuck her," the graduate student said. "She is yearning for a good fucking, Can't you tell? Can't you see the need in her body?"
Jenny moaned softly and ran her fingers over her full-titted, freckled body. Yes, Lance could tell that she needed a good fucking. Even without his glasses, he could see her lusty yearning. It was obvious from the way she waited for his invasion, touching herself and purring to herself.
Lance rolled on the bed and raised up and slipped into position over Jenny's tempting, yearning body, He was up on his hands and his toes when he felt Barbara's fingers move over the best part of his body.
She wrapped her fingers around the blonde stud's huge member and, as usual, her touch down there made him shiver with his own need.
Then the beautiful graduate student guided Lance, pulled his prick close to Jenny's cunt until he could feel the wetness of that pussy caressing the crown of his dork.
Barbara helped him slip the tip of his long, thick cock into the redhead's pussy, and then, when he was firmly and securely fastened to Jenny, Barbara quickly removed her fingers from his prick.
The next place that Lance felt those long, cool, sexy fingers was on his male buttocks. Barbara pressed down there and spoke to him in a sweet tone as she drove him deep into Jenny.
"Give it to her. Give her all of your stud-mcat, Lance. You have nearly a foot of cock. Give you every inch."
The blonde freshman groaned as he slipped into Jenny, and the redhead groaned too and lifted her legs and worked them around his young, male body.
"Yes," Jenny agreed with a sigh, "give it to me. Give me all of that fine, sexy stud-mcat."
And Jenny had it all before she had even finished asking for it. Lance plowed deeply into her and smiled as he started to work his cock back and forth in her juicy, tight pussy.
As the two of them--the young, blonde stud and the sexy redhead-started to find their own passionate rhythm and fuck with grace, Barbara smiled and put the side of her head on her up-raised hand.
She thought that Lance and Jenny looked very sexy together. In no time at all, they were groaning and thrashing about on the bed, sweating and communing in that special, collegiate way.
And the graduate student ran her fingers over one of her own tits-the more sensitive one. She touched her nipple as she watched the fucking duo, and she felt a softness come to her own body, a wetness come to her own pussy. Barbara knew that she would want to be fucked too, and she knew from her own experience with Lance that he would be able to give her just what she needed only a few minutes after he was finished with Jenny.
He was young enough to come several times that night, and Barbara figured that she and the redhead would milk the sexy, teenaged stud for all that he was worth.
CHAPTER TEN
Scenes from a redhead's life to come: Jenny knew it had to happen someday. She would be with one guy and his friend or his brother or his cousin or his uncle from Kansas would also attract her eye. And she would turn to both guys and tell them that she yearned for them at the same time. And they would agree. And she would have two cocks at once--two hard, sexy cocks to play with, two pricks to invade her. She knew she would feel very fine after an experience like that. And then she might even move on to three or four or five at once.
Someday, she would be the centerpiece in an orgy. Sexy guys and sexy girls would be licking and kissing and fondling her and treating her like a princess of sex.
And Jenny knew that, one day, some fine, sexy, sweet-talking stud would do more than just fuck her. He would make her fall in love with him, and then he would do something to hurt her. He would leave her aching and angry with herself and with him. It just had to happen. It always happened in life and Jenny considered herself lucky that she had guarded against it this long.
Jenny knew that, one day, she would marry. She would find a man who had a good job and who cared deeply, for her and who had a prick that stayed hard for half the night. And she would really intend to settle down and be faithful. But, after a couple of years, she would start to ramble and roam a little. She just hoped her husband would understand her needs.
Jenny would work as a professional photographer and she would deal daily with handsome, male models. A lot of them would be queer as three-dollar bills, but a few of them would stand in front of her camera with their shirts unbuttoned and their pants tight and they would flirt with her camera and start the juices in her pussy flowing. And she would walk away from her camera and caress them. And they would be happy for that caress from her.
And Jenny knew that, one day, she would be older. She would still be sexy and beautiful, but she would be fast approaching middle-age. That was when she would go out and seduce the paperboy or the kid of the grocery store. She would want to feel a young stud's body close against her own one last time.
* * * *
The night after her sweet experience with Barbara and Lance, when Jenny got back to her dorm room, she found Kim there. The little blonde was sitting at her desk in just her panties and her bra and she was studying her sturdy, big, geology textbook.
"Hi, Kim," the redhead said. "What are you reading about?"
"Volcanoes," the blonde said without looking up from the book. "We have a test over ten chapters tomorrow and I've fallen behind. So I have to do volcanoes and the movement of glaciers tonight."
Jenny grinned. Volcanoes, she could understand, for it seemed that she always was erupting with passion. But glaciers were pretty far away from her own personal experience.
The blonde girl looked up at the sexy, student photographer as Jenny put down her books and her camera and grinned.
"You know, Jenny," she said, "we haven't seen much of each other lately, have we?"
Jenny grinned. In truth, they had not talked that much that semester. It seemed that cither Jenny or Kim was always gone until late at night-sometimes all night. Usually, the only time that Jenny saw the blonde in the dorm room was when the girl was curled up in her bed asleep.
Jenny pulled off her sweater and stood in front of the mirror naked from the waist up. She smiled at her own reflection as she spoke to the blonde who sat at the desk.
"What have you been up to lately, Kim?" she asked.
The blonde wondered if she should tell Jenny about her experiences with Brad. She wondered if the redhead would understand about their little games of daddy-and-daughter. And she especially wondered if she should tell her sexy, saucy room-mate about what had happened between her and Dallas.
The student she had fucked was probably the kind of guy that Jenny called a yummy, and Kim suspected that she would he revealing too much if she mentioned the dark-haired, young poet who had gotten rid of his male virginity with her, Kim was not sure how much she could reveal to Jenny. After all, she still did not know her room-mate that well.
So the blonde kept silent and turned in her chair and looked at Jenny as the redhead kicked off her shoes and opened her Jeans and pushed them down her legs. After Jenny had stepped out of those Jeans, she stood there in front of the big mirror in Just her white panties and looked at herself.
She was obviously proud of her body, Kim thought, and the truth was that she was a right to be proud.
Then Jenny turned to face the blonde and said, "Have you been screwing around?"
The freshman smiled and felt herself blushing, but she answered the question truthfully.
"Yes," she said.
"See?" Jenny sold, dropping down onto her bed "I said you wouldn't be able to withstand temptation."
"You were right," the blonde said. "I didn't last very long, but, usually, I've screwed around with an older guy. I think that makes a difference."
Jenny grinned and leaned forward, letting her big breasts come down almost to her thighs.
"An older guy?" she said. "Gee, Kim, that's pretty fucking sexy."
"So is he," the blonde said. "Very sexy. And he's taught me a lot."
"Good," Jenny said, "you can never learn enough about sex."
But the photographer was thinking that, in a way, Kim had moved past her in the sexual race. While Jenny had been messing about with guys close to her age, Kim had gone for the gray-haired gold-the passionate, older man.
Jenny found herself wondering what it was like to fuck an older man, to feel all of that experience pounding away in her sweet, young pussy. And, afterwards, what was it like to feel all of that mature gratitude?
Kim leaned back in her chair and said, "And what have you been doing lately? Sexually, I mean."
"Mostly, the usual stuff," Jenny said. "A yummy guy here. A yummy guy there. Mostly just that."
"Mostly?"
Kim grinned as she asked that leading question, and Jenny wondered if she could tell the blonde about her experience with Lance and Barbara.
How would her freshman room-mate feel about girl-to-girl lust?
And, suddenly, another question came into Jenny's head: How would Kim feel about trying a little of that kind of lust with her room-mate?
The blonde was cute, Jenny thought, especially sitting there in her bra and panties. Suddenly, Jenny thought that Kim needed something more in her education that night than just volcanoes and glaciers and the redhead felt herself aching for a little touching from her sexy room-mate.
But Jenny had to be careful, subtle, skillful in her seduction of the blonde. The photographer wondered if she was really up to such a thing. After all, she had never seduced another female before.
But she noticed the way that Kim stared at her as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She thought she saw something slightly unshockable in that gaze.
Kim could see that red bush under the white, soft material of Jenny's panties. It looked delicious there, something like strawberries, the blonde thought. She felt a little spasm in her young pussy, and she wondered what was happening to her.
The freshman had felt that kind of spasm when she had looked at Brad's cock and when she had felt the prick of the young poet named Dallas in her hand. But she was not looking at a male organ now. Her room-mate was female-very female and very sexy.
Kim wondered if she had started to go crazy. She wondered if her own, fiery sexuality knew any limits at all.
But she could not take her eyes off Jenny and she felt her body heating up. She slipped a finger over the front of her bra as she said, "I guess you've done just about everything that can be done when it comes to sex, right, Jenny?"
The redhead lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling and smiled as she answered.
"I don't know," she said. "I don't think so. Every time I think I've done it all, someone comes along with something I've never even thought of before and I have to try that out too. Maybe there is a limit to sex, but I don't think I've found it yet."
Kim pulled her chair a little closer to Jenny's bed and the redhead felt her body stiffen as she stared up at the ceiling. She sniffed the air and thought that she could smell the aroma of Kim's cunt in the air. But, maybe, it was the aroma of her own pussy.
"What's the wildest thing you've ever done?" Kim asked with interest.
Jenny slowly turned her head toward the girl and looked at the blonde's grin. Kim looked like a little girl who was in the middle of some kind of sweet mischief, the photographer thought.
"I don't want to shock you," Jenny said softly.
"Oh, you won't shock mc," the blonde murmured proudly.
"I don't know."
Kim leaned over Jenny. The redhead could feel the girl's breath on one of her tits as the freshman made a vow.
"I will introduce you to my older man," she said. "I will let you join us for our games."
"Games?"
"He-likes to call mc a little girl when he fucks mc, and he wants me to call him--"
Kim paused and swallowed. She was revealing a lot here, but what the hell? "--Daddy."
"Daddy?"
"He-likes it when I say, 'Oh, Daddy, I want to suck your cock,' and stuff like that. It's not as kinky as it sounds. He doesn't have any children of his own."
Then that grin of mischief appeared on Kim's lips again.
"And I am sure he would like to hear you say that kind of thing to him. I am sure he would love to have you as a little daughter."
When Jenny grinned too, Kim knew that she was safe. So she added the other part of her story.
"And I can introduce you to the guy I fucked with my daddy watching. The guy was a virgin until I got him and this sexy, older daddy sat there and watched the whole, fucking thing."
"My, you are a wild, little thing, Kim," Jenny said with honest appreciation in her voice.
Kim felt proud when she heard her sexy room-mate say that, but the cute, little blonde remembered that she was after something else. Now she wanted information-detailed information-about Jenny's sex life too.
"All you have to do is tell me the wildest thing you've ever done," she said.
Jenny sighed and said it softly.
"Just last night, I did it with another girl for the first time."
Then she paused and waited to see if Kim was shocked. The girl stared at her with her blue eyes wide, but she did not pull away. In fact, it seemed she leaned in just a little bit closer.
"Another girl," the blonde murmured.
"But I'm not a dyke," Jenny said, raising up slightly. "Not at all. There was a guy in bed with us too. We both fucked him. In fact, I was the first girl he had ever fucked. That was just a few weeks ago-right at the start of the semester. He has a really big cock."
"Was it fun?" Kim asked softly. "With the other girl, I mean?"
Jenny smiled and nodded her head.
"A lot of fun."
"You'd do it again?"
"If the girl was sexy."
"But you would have to have a guy there with you?"
Jenny's smile grew wider as she said, "Not necessarily."
And then the redhead reached out and touched Kim's blonde hair with her lively fingers. She ran those fingers over the side of Kim's head and was not surprised at all when Kim sighed.
The blonde moved from her chair and slipped onto the bed next to Jenny. The redhead made room for her there and turned onto her side and looked into Kim's blue eyes.
"I never even thought about doing something like this before tonight," Kim said. "But, when I saw you looking so sexy and everything-"
Jenny stopped the girl's talking by putting her finger on Kim's lips and smiling at her.
"Lust is always better when it catches you unaware," she said. "If you plan something like this, it's not as much fun."
Then Jenny took her finger off Kim's lips and slowly moved her hand down over the blonde's bra. She caressed the young girl's tit through the material of the bra and, when Kim closed her eyes and sighed, Jenny moved her lips close to the sweet freshman's mouth and kissed her.
It was a soft and gentle kiss-a short one that thrilled the blonde down to the pit of her cunt.
Jenny moved her fingers down to that cunt, at least to the panties that the girl wore. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of those panties as Kim opened her legs a little.
When the blonde felt that sweet pressure against her pussy, she knew she just had to return the favor. She moved her fingers over Jenny's stomach and down over her panties too. Then, as the redhead opened her legs, the blonde massaged the lips of that sweet pussy through her panties too.
Both of the girls were feeling lust now and they kissed again. This time, however, the kiss was long and sweet and filled with tongues battling tongues.
And, when the kiss was over, Kim murmured to her room-mate.
"Daddy is going to really like having a sweet, sexy, little girl like you."
Something about the way that Kim said those words thrilled Jenny even more. She wanted to meet this "daddy" and be his little girl.
"You and I could put on a show for daddy," Kim said softly. "Doing just what we are doing now. I think he would like to see his little girls having fun together."
"Oh, yes," Jenny murmured. "Yes, I bet he would love to see it."
Then the redhead moved her hand behind Kim and loosened the girl's bra. She continued to massage the blonde's pussy through her panties as she pulled that bra from Kim's body and let it drop onto the floor next to the bed.
Then the girls moved even closer together, pressing their breasts against each other. Jenny lay back on the bed and let Kim slip on top of her. The blonde kissed at the redhead's neck as those tits-four, soft, sexy breasts-mashed together and added to the heat of the moment.
Jenny slipped her legs up and moved her hands down over Kim's pantied rump. She pressed against the girl's buttocks with her fingers and pushed those sweet cunts even closer together. Kim moaned with pleasure and churned her body against Jenny's as the soft, girl-to-girl lust grew between them, Then the fine redhead made a sexy suggestion.
"Let's get these panties off. I want to see your pussy in all of its glory."
"And I want to see your pussy too," Kim said in agreement.
On the narrow bed, the girls moved quickly, pulling them panties off and dropping them onto the floor. Then they lay next to each other and each girl looked down at the other's snatch.
Kim's cunt-hair was the color of gold, Jenny thought.
Jenny's cunt-hair was the color of a beautiful fire, Kim thought.
The freshman was the first to touch a bush. She slipped her fingers through Jenny's fire, but, within a second, Jenny was touching Kim's golden treasure too.
Then the girls opened their legs and fingers touched the lips of pussies at the same, sweet time.
Both of the girls were wet by now and both of the girls moaned as fingers moved over cunt-lips and then slowly slipped inside those sweet holes.
As Kim started to stroke the inside of Jenny's cunt, she pulled the redhead to her again and kissed her face. The kisses grew sweeter as Jenny rammed her finger up inside the blonde lass.
The two females kissed and churned together. Their bodies became sleek with perspiration. When Jenny pulled her finger out of Kim's twat and started to move down the bed slowly, she licked some of that sweet sweat from Kim's neck and shoulders.
Soon the redhead had her face right in front of Kim's full and sexy tit. The young breast moved as the blonde sighed with the cunt-stroking that Jenny was giving her. But it was no trouble at all for Jenny to capture that breast with her mouth and suck on Kim's nipple.
"Oh, that feels so good," Kim said. "Oh, yes, suck my tit."
As she spoke, Kim ran her fingers through Jenny's long, red hair.
Of course, Kim had felt male mouths on her nipple before, and she had moaned especially when Brad had sucked her there. But this was a female mouth and it seemed even softer, even sweeter, even stronger as it sucked on her.
And Kim pressed her body against the soft female form of Jenny too, whimpering as the desire grew in her soul.
Jenny could feel that desire, and she knew a way to add to that fiery passion. She soon took her mouth off Kim's nipple and slipped down to the end of the bed. When she did that, she felt Kim's finger slip out of her cunt.
Jenny actually went off the bed and knelt there on her knees on the floor.
Kim looked down with her blue eyes flashing as Jenny reached up and touched her thighs and pulled her down the bed too until the blonde's honey-haired cunt was just a few inches from the redhead's face.
Kim's legs were spread wide and they were on either side of Jenny's body. The redhead looked up from that position and smiled and made a vow of her own.
"You will introduce mc to your daddy," she said, "and I will introduce you to all my yummy guys. I will even introduce you to that yummy girl. She will love this pussy of yours."
"Oh, yes," Kim murmured as she touched her own tits and shuddered with delight. "Yes, I want to meet them all. Especially her."
"We will be good friends and share everything," Jenny said.
"Everything," Kim agreed.
Then the redhead leaned forward and stuck out her tongue and ran it through that golden hair that grew above Kim's pussy. At some time during the night before, Barbara had licked her in just the same way and Jenny had discovered that she loved it when a female tongue touched her bush.
So she was not surprised when Kim moaned and squirmed when she was licked by a female that way too.
Then the redhead slowly moved her tongue down over the lips of the girl's hot cunt. She tasted the sweetness that oozed out of Kim, the cunt juices that seemed so warm and passionate.
Jenny put her fingers on those soft, sweet lips and pulled them apart. Then she pressed her face against Kim's pussy and drove her tongue into that wonderful hole of feminine lust.
Kim felt a sharp passion rush through her. It seemed to play up and down her spine as she trembled on the bed. The blonde caressed her own tits with her hands and spread her legs as wide as she could. And she spoke to her room-mate with a rough and lusty tone.
"Oh, that feels wonderful. Lick mc out. Yes, show mc. Show mc and I will lick your pussy too, Jenny. I promise."
By that time, Jenny was striking at the girl's clitoris with her tongue.
Each move against that clit seemed to add more juices to the pussy and Kim started to squirm so much that Jenny had to reach up and put her hands flat against the girl's stomach to hold the pussy in place in front of her face.
Then, when Kim was subdued in that way, Jenny sucked that juicy girl-flesh into her lips and started to work on it with pleasure.
Kim's left leg slipped over Jenny's shoulder and her bare heel rubbed against the redhead's back. She sighed and moaned and Jenny knew that she would have her room-mate coming in just a few, short minutes.
Kim closed her eyes and felt her orgasm rising like a bright, summer sun in her body. And the blonde found herself thinking of what she had really learned in college. Her classroom experience had been all right, but her real education had come at the hands of Brad and now Jenny.
And the freshman suspected that her real education was just beginning.
She opened her eyes and turned her head and looked at the book that lay open on her little desk.
Volcanoes, she thought. She would be tested on volcanoes in the morning. And then Kim started to erupt.
She gasped and growled and started to come. The blonde lifted her other leg and stretched it over Jenny's shoulder. And she pressed her pussy as close to Jenny's willing face as she could.
The redhead continued to suck on that clit as she felt the sweet, sexual tension" rushing through her room-mate's body. She moved her fingers over Kim's stomach and up against the girl's breasts too. She slipped her fingers under those tits and touched the sensitive flesh there as Kim moaned to her.
"Oh, yes. Your touches. Your sucking. Oh, yes, I am coming. And this feels so fucking good."
And Jenny remembered that her sexy room-mate had promised to lick out her pussy too. The redhead could hardly wait to have Kim's lips on her own clit, to feel a wild orgasm rushing through her own body. She was sure that Kim would be able to give her an orgasm, for she now thought of the freshman blonde as a walking sex machine.
As Kim came, she found her mind racing, and, soon, she had the perfect answer to an essay question on the geology test.
Volcanoes are like cunts, she would write. From time to time, they just have to erupt. The pressure gets to be too much down there below the surface of the earth and then volcanoes, like sexy girls, just had to get some sweet relief. They bubble forth like young, sweet sex-pots. They come with fire and lava.
The geology professor was something of a dirty, old man. Kim was almost sure that an answer about volcanoes and cunts would get her an excellent grade on the exam.
