Young Nicholas Blake was honest. He had come to Madison College for sex. And he had gotten all he wanted. Known as the "Campus Stud," no woman was an insurmountable challenge. That is until he met Gilda Mayhew. The petite, young coed turns out to be the first girl that Nick falls for. But her own unwillingness to give in to his animal passions and dog-like lusts, almost destroys the course of true love.
Semi-crazed by a lack of actual sexual intercourse with the woman he loves, Nick goes on a rampage of depravity, bestial obscenities, and ultimately, the basest of all perversions. Denied this outlet for his animal instincts, Nick takes up with the campus whore, Diane Sandeman, and proves to be too much, even for her.
One night after a heavy session of oral sex with Diane, Nick's most debauched passions overtake him. Lust-ridden and fired with too much liquor, Nick turns to sadistic pleasure. The evening ends with anal rape.
Threatened with suspension from school for his outrageous sexual activities, Nick appeals to the Dean of Students. But in the final confrontation, his own sexual arrogance and erotic obsessions cause him to fall into a trap of blackmail and perversion of a most insidious nature.
CHAPTER ONE
Nick smiled and ran his hand over the smooth flesh of her thighs, naked beneath the covers. Young Nicholas Blake knew that his crooked, smart-ass grin had a profound effect on women. And certainly the girl he was shacked up with at the moment was no exception.
"Yes, Nicky, I think that you're the handsomest man I have ever slept with in my whole life," Gilda declared with a little coy smile crossing her face. Then Nicky felt her hand groping beneath the sheets and between his hairy legs. She took a hold of his hardening cock and gave it a hearty squeeze.
"And most likely the horniest, too," she added. Nicky laughed and smiled at her, flashing his strong white teeth. Then he worked his fingers to the juncture of her legs and tickled the hairy area around her cunt. He pulled at the black hair, knowing that it would make her hot.
"Well, I'll tell you, Gilda, it's this little love nest of yours that makes me so horny," Nick replied as his fingers continued to probe the area between her legs. And what he had told her was true. Gilda Mayhew was one hell of a hot piece of ass. And Nicky never could seem to get his fill. But as he sat there, running his hand up between her legs in the faint early morning light, Nick knew that their relationship was in trouble. And for a very simple reason. Gilda Mayhew was the only girl that he really liked and had never fucked. Also, Nicholas Blake knew himself too well to think that he could go on much longer without feeling his ten-inch cock stuffed into her hairy cunt.
"Oh, Nicky, let me do you," Gilda said softly. He felt her stroking his cock intensely, trying to get it up good and hard. He looked down at her as she lay next to him, propped up on one elbow, letting her hand roam hungrily over his cock. Her long, black hair cascaded down over her naked shoulders and breasts, hiding the pink nipples. Her skin was milky-white and smooth, and formed a sharp contrast to the intense shiny black of her hair. She had big brown eyes, and a long, tapering nose that complemented her almost-perfect features. But what Nicky loved the most about her was her full lips. They were always moist and slightly parted as if they craved to be kissed or to allow a gasp of pleasure to escape.
As he looked at her face and body, Nicky suddenly realized that his penis was once again hard as a rock and was crying out for more stimulation.
"Let me suck you, Nicky. Please, I want to take you in my mouth," she begged softly as she massaged and groped his stiff meat.
"It feels so good, Gilda, please go ahead," he replied. Then he closed his eyes and took another drag off his cigarette. He felt her throw back the covers of the motel room bed, revealing his naked body to her gaze. Then he felt her place both her hands on his hairy chest and muscular belly, running them across the hairy flesh hungrily.
"Oh, Nicky, your body is so handsome and strong," Gilda sighed softly. Then she let go with a tiny moan of pleasure. Nicky knew that her own body was beginning to heat up and crave a release. But he also knew that it would be his mouth that provided it. Not his cock. He took another drag of his cigarette and blew out all the smoke in one big gasp, partially from frustration at the thought. Then he felt her lips on the head of his cock.
"Suck me, Gilda. Suck my cock," he moaned. He opened his eyes for a moment and looked down at his groin. Gilda's head was bobbing up and down over his throbbing tool in long, rhythmic sucks. He extended his hands and put them gently over her head, running his fingers through her hair.
"Oh, it feels so good. Suck me, Gilda. Please suck it all the way in," he moaned. Nicky thrust his hips upward into her face, trying to ram his meat further into her mouth. She pressed down tightly on the sides of the shaft with her lips as the tool slid in and out of her mouth. Nicky began to moan and once again closed his eyes. He began to roll his head from side to side on the pillow as Gilda increased the sucking pleasure on his penis.
Gilda raised her head for a moment.
"Oh, don't stop! Please, don't stop. Keep sucking it, Gilda," Nicky implored softly. He raised his head slightly off the pillow and looked at her. She was smiling slightly at him and squeezing his cock with her fingers.
"Do you want to shoot it in my mouth, Nick?" Gilda asked lasciviously. She licked her lips and pouted slightly with a teasing little smile. Then she threw back her head and shook it. Her hair fell away from her huge breasts, and the taut little pink nipples burst into view. Nicky stared at her tits and then answered.
"Yeah, baby. I want to shoot it into your mouth and then I want to suck on your breasts," he said. Then he reached up and toyed with the nipples of her tits with his fingers, probing and tickling them.
"Good, Nick. I love the taste of your come. It's so salty and sweet at the same time. Why is that?" she asked cutely. She squeezed his penis again with her hand and ran one of her fingernails over the bulging red head of his shaft.
"It's just part of being male," Nick replied.
He lay his head back down on the pillow and began to thrust his hips upward, indicating to her that he wanted to be sucked some more. Gilda took the cue and lowered her head back down into his hairy groin. She plunged the throbbing tool back into her mouth and sucked at it with renewed vigor. She nibbled at the sides of the fleshy root with her teeth and ran her hot tongue all over the purplish head.
"Oh, baby, suck it, suck it," Nicky moaned excitedly. Once again, he began to rock his body upward to meet her sucking mouth, and his head thrashing back and forth across his pillow.
"Lick my balls, Gilda! I want to feel your tongue on my balls," Nicky moaned as he ran his lingers through her hair.
Wordlessly, she pulled the stiff meat from between her lips and began to flick her tongue down around his big ball-pouch. She took his nuts into her hand and bent to kiss them. Then she took one and sucked it hungrily into her mouth.
"Suck it, Gilda! Bite the hair off my balls," Nick moaned. He continued to stroke his fingers through the long strands of her hair as it cascaded down across his hairy belly.
Gilda nipped at the leathery flesh of his scrotum, pulling at the coarse blonde pubic hairs with her teeth. She grabbed each hair between her teeth and pulled it taut. Then she licked them.
Nick moaned.
Shit, each time she did it, Nick felt his whole body flinch momentarily from the pain. But then immediately, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure went surging through his crotch to replace it. He loved this clever exercise in pain and pleasure that Gilda had devised. And indeed, as the sumptuous young woman laved and licked his balls, Nicky realized that it was just that quality of erotic ingenuity that made being with her so painful.
"Lick my balls. Oh, lick them, Gilda. You're so good," Nick moaned as he rolled his hips upward against her sucking, licking mouth and tongue.
She began to suck one of his nuts right into her mouth and swirl her tongue over the tender flesh, sucking and slurping at the pubic hairs that grew across it. As she did so, Nicky realized that once again she was going to get him unbearably aroused. Then when he could stand it no more, he'd come. She took his nuts into her hand and began to caress them. But then there would be the inevitable "moment of truth." For every time that he tried to screw Gilda Mayhew, she turned him away. What a paradox! Nicky thought to himself as he felt his cock growing hotter and stiffer under her touch.
"Oh, baby, suck my cock now. Please do me with your mouth," Nick pleaded. He felt her release his hairy testicle from her mouth and his big ball-pouch fell back down between his legs. Then once again, Gilda took a hold of his huge cock meat and raised it upward from where it rested, fully-extended, against his belly. She began to nibble at the red head of the shaft, occasionally running her tongue in long, licking strokes up and down the sides. Then once again she would return to the very tip of his knob and press her lips together over and over on the super-sensitive flesh, arousing him to the very heights of animal passion.
"Suck it, baby. I want to feel it all hard and ready to shoot," Nick gasped as she began to run her teeth back and forth over the fleshy undershaft of his tool. Meanwhile her other hand had probed to beneath his ass and was now running up and down through the hairy cleft.
Suddenly, Nick was on fire and craving to eat out Gilda's sloshing pussy. He sat up suddenly pulling his meat out.
She looked surprised.
"Climb on top of my belly and put your ass over my face, baby. I want to get my licks in, too," Nicky smirked.
"Get your licks into my slit, huh?" she said with a little laugh.
"Yeah, honey. It looks like you've got the general idea," he replied as he grabbed a hold of her legs and started pulling them back towards his chest.
Gilda did as he directed and crossed herself over his chest and shoulders so that her creaming muff was directly over his hungry mouth. He looked up at the pink, fleshy meat of her cunt and licked his lips excitedly. Then he placed both hands on the soft, flesh of her buttocks and began to massage and squeeze the flesh, kneading it passionately.
Meanwhile, Gilda had mashed her face back into his crotch and was now running her tongue up and down his swollen organ, still trying to get it harder and harder. Her fingers toyed with his hairy bull-balls as they sagged down between his legs. Nicky spread his legs slightly to accommodate her mouth. She immediately slurped the massive piece of throbbing cock meat back into her eager mouth and began to suck fiercely.
"That's it baby! Just keep on sucking my big cock because I'm getting ready to shoot," Nicky gasped.
She played with his big tool. Meanwhile he tongued into her twatbox and began to lick and lap at her creaming pussy like a dog. He ran the whole top side of his tongue up and down over her hairy pussy-lips, moistening as much of her hole as he could. Then he began to eat her with smaller more refined movements. He closed his eyes and jabbed his tongue right into her twat, sending right past her juicing muff-lobes. He felt her wince and begin to moan excitedly as his tongue explored the most intimate flesh of her vagina.
"Oh, Nick, do me! Do me! Please, keep on! I love the feel of your tongue in there!" Gilda wailed.
"Closer."
Gilda did as he directed and crossed her legs over his face, trying to work his flicking tongue deeper and deeper in the gaping entrance to her snatch.
"Suck at it harder! Oh, Nicky! I love it! I love it! Don't ever stop! Please!" she cried out. She dropped her head down between her shoulders after she had raised herself up on her arms. Her hair dropped down and fanned out across Nick's groin. She was now totally absorbed by the fantastic feeling of Nicky's hot tongue and lips on her box. She thrust her hips backwards and ground them around on his tongue as though it were a small cock rammed inside her.
"That's it, baby! Just keep on sucking my big cock.
"Well, if I'm so good why don't you let me stick my big cock in here instead of just my tongue?"
His fingers continued to knead and grope the tender flesh of her perfectly-rounded buttocks as she pumped them up and down over his face. Nicky pulled her pussy further down into his mouth and dug in. She moaned.
So he began to flick in maddeningly with tiny laps of his tongue.
"Oh, yes! Nicky, yes! Yes! Oh, it feels so good, I can't stand it!" Gilda cried out.
She pumped and writhed now as Nicky concentrated all his sucking and laving right on her erect little love-button, as she pulled her mouth off his meat and began to moan. She gasped suddenly. Her cunt began to tremble and spasm. Then she began to work her pussy-muscles back and forth over Nick's tongue every time that he darted it inside her hole.
He pulled his mouth from her twat and gasped for air. Then he opened his eyes for a second and stared up hungrily at her juicing twat. The hairy pussy-lips were now moist and reddened from the watery muff-juices that were stirring and boiling around inside. They were also hot and felt fevered to his lips. He knew it was from all his sucking and biting at her flesh and also from the fact that she did, indeed, seem about to have some kind of a massive orgasm.
"Look, Gilda, don't forget that I want to come in your mouth," Nick blurted out as he pulled back her cunt-lips with his fingers and gazed lustfully at the wet, pinkish meat inside.
"Yes! Yes! I know, Nick, I know! But please, do me first With your mouth! I'm so close! I'm so close, Nicky! I can't stand it!" Gilda gasped excitedly. Then she began to thrust and grind her naked buttocks backwards and forwards over his face. She was trying to encourage him to ram his face back into her hole and never come up for air.
Nicky knew Gilda's little demands, and he decided to allow her unbearable feelings of imminent orgasm torture her quaking body a little longer. So he released his fingers from her creaming pussy and reached over to the night-table. He picked up his cigarette and took another long drag.
"Nick! What are you doing?" Gilda cried as she looked back and saw him smoking. He stuck a finger through her pussy lips and smiled at her. He wiggled it back and forth over her clit.
"I'm having a smoke," he said casually and showed her the cigarette. Gilda grimaced at him and thrust back her hips.
"You bastard! Finish doing me first!" she shouted at him. Then she tossed back her head and began to moan excitedly. Again she worked her cunt-muscles up and down on his probing finger.
"Oh, Nicky! Sometimes you can be so cruel," Gilda gasped, almost sounding as if she were in pain. And then Nick realized that she probably was. Simply from the anticipation of coming in his mouth. But he didn't really care.
Yet that was what was bothering him.
He rammed his finger further up into her juicing cunt and rubbed it around deep inside in big circular motions, as though he were trying to enlarge her hole.
"Use your mouth, Nick! Please!" Gilda cried.
"Let me finish my damn cigarette!" he shouted back at her.
Suddenly he was surprised at himself, he ground out the cigarette in the ashtray that was sitting on the night-table and once again placed both hands on her buttocks. Then he rammed his face back into her cunt and began to drive his hot tongue up her hole. She ground her hips over his mouth and began to make gurgling, animal-like noises of ecstasy.
"Oh, that's the way, Nicky! Oh, I love you, Nick! Please, do me! Do me! Do me! Please, don't ever stop!"
As Nick continued to lave and eat her creaming cunny, he sucked up her surging love-mayonnaise and swallowed it all down greedily. Then he wondered why he had snapped at her just a moment earlier when he was smoking. Then he realized that he really resented the way that Gilda made so many demands on him, but in the end, would never allow him to fuck her. That was what really bothered him. Gilda Mayhew was a cock-teaser.
Nick had met her at a freshman mixer at Madison College where they were both students. That had been over two years ago, and they had been sucking each other all this time, whenever they went out on a date. Yet during all those months, Gilda had never allowed him to stick his big meaty dong into her clammy twat. And Nick knew that her refusal had nothing to do with being a virgin.
"Oh, Nicky, do me with your tongue. Please, lick my clitoris with your tongue," Gilda gasped suddenly. Her outburst had momentarily interrupted his thoughts. He drove his tongue right onto her love button and pressed it hard.
Suddenly he was surprised at himself. He ground out at it furiously. But Nick knew that he would never get to send it down her gash. Shit, I must be crazy to keep going out with this girl! Nick thought to himself as he ate her cunt.
Recently their dates had become shack-ups at one of the motels near campus. They would take a room, strip naked; then suck each other. Gilda always gave him a good blow-job, and he admitted to himself that he loved to lick her pussy. But she would never allow him to stick anything more than his finger up her hole. Still, she was so fantastically good at everything else, that Nicholas kept on taking her out week after week. Now they had been dating for two years, and he still had never fucked her. But he had done just about everything else. And that was precisely what made the whole situation so absurd.
Nick knew that things were getting worse.
He felt increasingly hostile towards her. Especially for all the petty excuses that she made up. For example, Nicky recalled that Gilda had told him that he could not screw her because she did not want to get a reputation for being loose. Especially since she was the president of her sorority. That was the excuse that probably irritated Nick more than any of the others. Hell, she gives me blow-jobs but doesn't want to get a reputation for being loose, Nick said to himself, completely exasperated. Shit, every one of the girls in her sorority had been laid already! It just didn't make any sense. Nick was really getting pissed off. And also so upset that one day, in a fit of passion, he might simply rape her and get it over with. I must be crazy to keep going out with this girl, Nick thought, as she moved up and down insanely over his grasping lips. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks to get a better grip on her cunt. Then he dug his tongue into her sloshing slit as far as he could and at the same time, pressed his lips directly over the lips of her pussy. Then he sucked hard, pulling out every drop of cunt-sap and swallowing it all down.
"Oh, I'm going to come, Nicky! Oh, I'm coming!" Gilda began to gasp uncontrollably. In response, Nick dug his mouth and teeth deeper into her creaming hole and sucked furiously at her pussy meat.
She ground her hips in big rolling motions over his mouth as though she were determined to cram her cunt deep into his throat. Then he felt her body grow very tense and rigid. She began to moan in small animal-like moans of gratification, and he knew that she was coming. He sucked savagely at her twat, slurping up all the cunt-sap that was now flooding her box.
Gilda dug her nails into the flesh of his hairy thighs, and the pain was quite intense. But Nick did not pull his hungry mouth from her pussy. She had slid her mouth off his throbbing cock earlier, but she continued to squeeze it, grasping it desperately in one hand. Nick had to fight off having his own orgasm as she kneaded and stroked the tool in her clutching hand. Then finally it seemed to be over. And it was lucky for Nick because he felt his come collecting in the head of his penis, getting ready to spurt forth. And hard.
Gilda's body seemed to relax and she began to moan in long sighs of pleasure. She stretched her body outward across Nick's and ran her hand hungrily up and down his calf, tickling the abundant blonde hair. She continued to breathe heavily and her eyes were screwed tightly shut.
"Oh, Nicky, that was beautiful! You're so good. I love the feel of your mouth on my vagina," she gasped softly as she tried to catch her breath. She looked back at him and he smiled at her. She began to pump his hard penis up and down in response. Nick winced and grabbed her wrist, sitting up on the bed as he did so.
"All right, Gilda! Take it easy. I'm about to come and you know exactly where I want to," he said salaciously. Then he pressed his lips over hers and allowed his tongue to dart inside and lick her teeth and the roof of her mouth. She began to moan once again and grope between his legs for his big tool.
"Suck me, Gilda. I want to come in your mouth," Nick moaned softly. Gilda smiled at him gently, but did not say a word. Nick lay back down across the bed and closed his eyes. He thrust his forearm wearily across his forehead and awaited the exquisite feeling of Gilda's moist lips over his swollen penis.
He didn't have to wait long. Gilda twisted her body around so that her face was over his naked torso. Then she began to lick the well-muscled flesh of his hairy belly. She swirled her tongue through the coarse patches of blonde hair that grew across his stomach. At the same time, she allowed her hands to drop to his hairy scrotum, and she began to massage the baseball-sized nuts in their leathery bag.
"Oh, baby, does that ever feel good!" Nick blurted out. Gilda raised her laving tongue from his navel and smiled.
"Oh, Nicky. Your body is so beautiful. I crave it. Your muscles are so strong and hard. And you're so hairy!" she panted excitedly.
Nick pulled his arm from over his eyes and looked seriously into her brown eyes.
"Then why don't you let me fuck you?" he asked rather dramatically. Then he realized that he actually sounded hostile. Gilda grimaced nervously and turned away from him.
"Oh, Nick, please! Let's not talk about it. We've been through this so many times before," she replied wearily.
Yes, we have, you cunt, but we've never settled anything, Nick said to himself as he stared angrily at her.
"Gilda, don't you understand how I feel?" Nick asked. He pointed a finger to his chest. Gilda continued to look away and massaged his balls absentmindedly.
"Please, Nicholas. Not now. At least let me finish doing you," she said softly. Then she looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Shit!" Nick yelled. Then he threw his arm back over his eyes. He decided that it wasn't worth having a big scene at the moment. Especially when he was on the verge of shooting off his rocks into her mouth.
"Please, Nicky. I'll make you feel good," Gilda said. He did not reply but simply lay there. Then he felt her mouth kissing the hairy flesh just below his navel. Her hand took hold of his stiff dong and squeezed it. Suddenly it was inside her mouth and she was sucking at it furiously. She dug her hands beneath his muscular buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and digging in hard with her fingernails. She kissed and laved the head of his meat and then plunged her mouth back over it, trying to ram the big pole all the way down her grasping, gurgling throat. She was bringing him to the very edge, and Nick decided to let himself go.
The feeling of her tongue and lips sent tremors of sexual excitement surging through his entire body. He raised his hips upward to meet her mouth and slowly began to pump his meat in and out of her lips. He threw back his head, grinding his hair into the pillow. The muscles of his neck bulged out, the tendons and cords that ran beneath the skin stood out blue and taut as he strained against his on-rushing orgasm. He continued to hold one arm across his forehead. The other arm remained at his side, the muscles totally rigid. His fist was clenched tightly.
"Oh, suck me, Gilda. Do me! Suck it!" Nicky began to gasp slowly. His body began to writhe and twist as he ground his meat into her mouth. Meanwhile, Gilda began to feel the first tingles of orgasm as she pumped her head up and down over the throbbing cock, sucking and licking furiously at it. Her other hand was now massaging and kneading his scrotum fiercely, tickling and pulling at the long blonde hairs that covered his massive bull-balls. Nick started to feel the come burn and travel to the head of his cock.
"Oh, shit! Here it comes!" Nicholas gasped frantically. All of a sudden he felt a surge of power flow down from his brain, through his belly, and right to the very tip of his cock.
"Here it comes! Suck! Suck me!" he screamed out. Then he thrust his hips upward into Gilda's face. She pulled her hand from his balls and grabbed a hold of his palpitating organ, trying desperately to hold it inside her mouth as he shot his load.
Suddenly, Nick sucked in his belly and arched his back, giving himself to her totally. His body jerked and spasmed in total rapture and release. He felt his bulging cock head let loose with a series of jet-like blasts of sticky white come into her mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
After Nick had emptied his balls into Gilda's hot mouth, he fell backwards into the bed and simply lay there gasping frantically for air. His muscular body was covered with small beads of sweat, and the ridges of his hairy belly were heaving up and down furiously from the orgasmic ordeal.
"Shit, Gilda! That was beautiful. It really was," Nick gasped excitedly.
"Your penis is so big, Nick. I just love to feel it in my mouth," she replied. She squeezed his meat and then bent her head to it and licked the remaining drops of come from the tip. Nick winced as she did so. But she took the entire head into her mouth and licked it clean, swallowing down the remaining ball juice greedily.
"Oh, Gilda, the feel of your mouth and tongue on my penis is absolutely incredible," Nick gasped excitedly. He raised his head from the pillow and glanced down at her as she laved and kissed the meaty cock head affectionately, like a mother cat licking her kittens. Then she looked up at him and smiled.
"Nicky, you know that you have a beautiful penis," she remarked hungrily. Then she gave the fleshy shaft a mighty squeeze, ringing the very last droplets of creamy white sperm from the hole in the cock head. She bent her head once again to the prick. Her tongue darted from between her lips and flicked up the sticky ball-juice. She swallowed it all down rapaciously.
Nick watched her eagerly as she laved his organ. Then he reached out with his hand and teased the nipples of her breasts, making them taut to the touch. Gilda raised her head again from his groin and smiled.
"Gilda, your body is beautiful, too. You know it is. Sometimes I feel that you enjoy torturing me with it," Nick remarked softly.
Gilda did not reply immediately. Instead she looked away with an uncomfortable expression on her face and ran her hands through his sweaty crotch with long passionate strokes.
"Gilda, look at me," Nick said suddenly. She turned and looked into his face, her long black hair falling softly around her shoulders.
"You know that I can't go on this way much longer. I want to feel myself inside you, Gilda. I want to fuck!" Nick said soberly as he squeezed her hand in his.
"Oh, Nicky, please," she replied, turning away from his intense gaze. He squeezed her hand once more to get her attention.
"Look at me, Gilda. This is it. We've got to talk about the whole situation. I want to stick my cock inside you, and you know that perfectly well. I'm tired of just getting a blow-job every time we go out," Nick said with an edge of irritation in his voice.
"Come on, Nicky! I don't want to talk about it now!" she snapped back at him, pulling her hand from his.
"Damn it! We're going to settle this fucking thing before we leave!" Nick shouted back at her. Then he sat up in bed and lit another cigarette staring at her angrily. She rose from the side of the motel room bed and walked slowly around the room, her naked breasts shimmering softly in the early morning sunlight as it crept through the window.
"I'm sorry, Nicky. Really I am. I realize that it must be very difficult for you," Gilda said. Then she looked back at him as she sat her bare ass down on the edge of the dresser. She ran a finger absent-mindedly through the dust on the formica top as she waited for his reply.
Nick stared at her with a frown crossing his face. He knew that this was the moment of truth. He took another big drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke noisily.
"Shit, Gilda, you know that I really like you a lot. But I'm tired of playing these childish games," he said with a note of frustration. His hand went to his groin and he scratched his cock.
"Oh, Nick. Please let's not fight again," she begged.
"Crap! I'm tired of not being able to fuck you, Gilda! You don't understand how frustrating it is for a man," Nick replied.
Gilda glared at him angrily, almost defensively.
"Oh, Nicky, you're such an animal! Is that all you can think about?" she shouted at him and then began to pace the floor in front of the bed.
"What do you mean?" Nick laughed sarcastically.
"You understand!" she shouted back at him.
Nick put out his cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the night-table and got out of the bed. He walked into the azure-tiled bathroom and ran cold water over his face, trying to rinse the fatigue and frustration from his face. He was a stud. A big stud. Probably the best known womanizer on the whole damn campus of Madison College. Yet it was Gilda Mayhew, sitting nude in the bedroom of the motel, who had presented the biggest challenge to him. They had been dating for two years, and she had not allowed him to fuck her sloshing twat. But this morning he was determined to find out why. Nick dried his face with one of the fluffy white towels that hung over the chrome towel rack. He tossed it around his neck and walked nude back into the bedroom. He sat down wearily on the edge of the bed and looked up at her.
"Gilda, I don't understand how you can go on without feeling my cock inside your belly," he said earnestly.
"Look, Nick! I don't want to talk about it! Now let's go! I have an early class today!" she replied huffily and began to slip into her bra.
"You know, Gilda, that you're really trying my patience, and for a long time," Nicholas said. He stood up and walked across the carpeting to where she stood, getting dressed. He placed his hands on her shoulders. But she jerked away rudely.
"All right! This is it, Gilda! I've had it!" Nick shouted angrily at her. He turned abruptly and picked up his clothing, slipping hastily into his faded levis and madras sports shirt. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tied the laces of his tennis sneakers.
Meanwhile, Gilda had finished dressing in stony silence. She picked up her purse and opened the door of the room, stepping outside into the cool air of the new summer morning.
"Hurry up, Nick!" she shouted.
"Just one fucking minute!" he shouted out to her. Then he looked up to see her standing at the doorway, one hand on the jamb, glaring angrily at him.
"Nick, you don't have to be so crude! There are other people out here!" she whispered gruffly.
"Well, fuck 'em!" he shouted at her in response, hoping that everyone would hear. He grabbed his car-keys and walked outside to where she stood, slamming the motel room door loudly behind him.
"Get in," he said to her, pointing to his car.
"Look, Nicky, I'm not going to get in the car with you while you're upset," Gilda said, placing her hands on her hips and staring at him disapprovingly.
Nick smiled at her and opened the door, sliding smoothly into he front seat of his big orange and white convertible. He leaned over the open window and looked at her.
"Are you coming, Gilda?" he asked.
"Not while you're in this mood!" she screamed back at him, glaring angrily. This was the last straw for Nick. Not only would Gilda Mayhew not allow him to ram his big ten-inch cock into her furry cunt, but she didn't even want to discuss it. And after two years, in the parking lot of the Starlite Motel, Nicholas Blake decided that he had had enough. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and started the engine. He threw the car into gear and slowly began to back out from his space into the asphalt drive.
Gilda looked rather startled and ran up the car window, looking at him with a pleading expression on her face.
"Nick, what are you doing?" she begged. He smiled cruelly at her.
"Gilda, you can walk back to campus for all I care. A long walk might loosen up that tight little cunt of yours," Nick smirked in reply. Gilda stopped dead in her tracks.
"You bastard!" she shouted at him. But Nick didn't care. He continued to back the car out. Then he sped off onto the highway, leaving Gilda Mayhew behind him in a cloud of dust.
As he drove back to campus, Nick decided to forget all about Gilda. He wanted a tasty piece of cunt that he could fuck endlessly for a while. Some nice-looking little freshman coed, who had heard of his reputation, and wanted to find out whether or not it was true.
"Cunt! I want a big cunt to fuck!" Nick shouted crazily as he sped down the highway back to Madison College.
About five minutes later, he lurched through the gates of the school and sped across campus to his fraternity house. He parked the car and ran through the front door.
"Hi, stud!" one of his fraternity brothers shouted as he ran out the door past Nick with a load of school books under his arm.
"Is there any pussy in the house? I'm horny!" Nick shouted sarcastically. He stood in the foyer of the house and cupped his hands over his mouth.
"I'm horny!" he screamed out. His voice seemed to reverberate off the walls.
"Fuck you!" came the reply from upstairs in a chorus. Shit, I've got to get a nice piece of ass before I go completely insane, Nick thought to himself. He wheeled around and rushed back out the door. About half-way up the side-walk he ran into another one of his brothers.
"Hi, Bob," Nick said, "Listen, who was that nice-looking piece that you were with last night?"
"Oh, that was Diane. Diane Sandeman," the other stud replied, scratching his crotch.
"Does she fuck?" Nick asked feverishly.
"Does she fuck? Would I have taken her out if she didn't?" Bob replied, briskly brushing past Nick and hurrying into the house.
A pussy at last! Nick gasped excitedly to himself as he got back into his car and drove off quickly to the girls' dormitory. He was determined to pick up Diane that very morning for a hot session of fucking. And since his cock was already half-stiff he knew he would have to make it fast.
About twenty minutes later, Nicholas and the hot young coed were headed towards the lake for a nice picnic. But Nick knew that the only thing he would be eating was Diane's juicy little pussy.
"So how do you like Madison?" Nick said to Diane as she sat next to him in the front seat of his convertible.
"Oh, I just adore it!" the cute little red-head said. She smiled up at him, showing off her freckles and peaches-and-cream complexion to advantage. Nick felt his penis getting hotter and harder by the minute as the sweet aroma of the young tart's body wafted into his nostrils. He shifted his ass nervously in the seat, clutching harder at the steering wheel.
"That's great," Nick replied, smiling back at her.
"And the guys in your fraternity are so nice," she added.
"Yes, they're a great bunch of guys!" Nick laughed nervously. He slowed down the car and turned off onto the gravel road that led to the lake.
"Gosh, I've never been out here before," Diane said. She looked around excitedly at the green trees and thick underbrush.
"Sure, it's a great Utile spot for all kinds of things," Nick commented.
"Oh, really?" Diane said with a salacious smile. "Just what kind of things go on out here?"
Nick felt his pecker palpitate with desire. He looked back at her and grinned.
Suddenly Diane reached across the front seat and placed her hand on his levied pants leg. His meat stirred excitedly in the crotch of his trousers.
"I've heard that all the girls really like you, Nicky," she said with a little smile. Diane began to run her fingers in coy little strokes up and down the inside of his thigh. Nick felt his come beginning to rumble around inside his balls.
"Gee, thank you, Diane. I've heard some great things about you too," he replied-politely. But his mind was on the fact that Diane Sandeman was the whoriest little tramp on the whole campus of Madison College.
Diane had already let about half the guys in Nick's fraternity screw her, and she had even been the principal attraction of a festive gang-bang in the locker room of the gym, one evening after basketball practice. She also had a reputation for giving the best blow-jobs. But Nick's mind was on the heated little slit between her legs. She can suck me off on the way home, Nick thought to himself as he brought the flashy convertible to a stop in a clump of live oaks.
"Let's go down to the beach!" Diane shouted excitedly. She flung open the door of the car and went running through the trees and shrubbery to the water's edge.
Nick watched excitedly as her little buttocks swayed invitingly back and forth beneath the tight one-piece wool-knit dress she wore. Nick smiled as he recalled that he had also heard that she never wore underwear. He chuckled happily to himself and got out of the car. He grabbed a big red and blue checkered quilt from the trunk along with a six-pack of beer that he had brought just to feed Diane to get her high.
"Hurry up, Nicky! The water feels wonderful," she shouted back to him. She had taken off her shoes and was now wading into the water. Then she bent over and her dress hiked up the back of her legs, showing off her rounded little buttocks to Nick's lustful gaze. Shit, he said to himself, after I fuck her pussy, I think I'll ram my dong up that firm little ass of hers.
Nick spread the blanket on the sand and stripped off his shirt. The bright summer sun baked down on his shoulders and seemed to make him even hornier.
"How about a beer?" Nick asked Diane as he popped the top off one of the icy-cold metal cans.
"Oooooh! That sounds wonderful! I love to drink before noon!" she squealed excitedly. She took the can from his hand and stretched out on the warm blanket, guzzling the beer happily. She shifted her bare legs around seductively as Nick spread himself out beside her and slurped at the golden liquid.
"Oh, Nick, this is really fun!" Diane smiled at him. Then she looked at her body and frowned.
"You're going to get all sunburned, though. You better let me spread some lotion on your arms and shoulders," she added.
"Great!" Nick replied, hoping she would put some on his stiff cock to lubricate it for fucking her twat.
"Oooh! Your muscles are so hard and strong!" Diane gasped in amazement as she spread some lotion over Nick's pectorals. He lay back on the blanket, savoring the feel of Diane's hungry hands on his well-muscled body.
"You're doing a good job, Diane," Nick remarked. He folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Diane ran her hands across his hairy chest, mixing the creamy suntan lotion into the coarse mat of blonde hair. Then she let her fingers roam across his hairy belly, rubbing his navel, casually letting her hand slip to the area beneath.
By now, Nick's throbbing cock was rock-hard, and he was ready to cram it into Diane's hot, juicy little hole, all the way up to the hilt.
"There! That should keep you from burning!" Diane announced. She put the top back on the tube and leaned across Nick's naked torso. She placed her fingers on his lips and smiled at him.
"Did I do a good job, Nicky?" Diane asked cutely.
"You sure did, but you didn't finish," Nick said, reaching up and running his hands through her red hair. Then he pulled her down into his embrace and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. He darted his tongue deep in between her lips, running it over the roof of her mouth.
Diane responded by stretching her body out across the top of his, running her hands through his hair, and playing with his curly sideburns. Then she began moving her hips in a circular motion over his groin. Nick's cock felt like it was about to blast a hot load of cream right through the denim material of his jeans.
He worked his hand up the back of her dress until his fingers grasped hold of the zipper. Then with slow, deliberate movements, he pulled it down until the back of her dress was open to the waist. He ran his hand across the smooth flesh of her backside. He let it roam down to her buttocks. Indeed, the rumors he had heard were true, for little Diane Sandeman was not wearing any underwear. The very fact excited him terribly and he felt his big cock start to throb for release.
Meanwhile, Diane continued to run and twist her body across his belly and crotch as they kissed. She gripped his muscular shoulders with her fingers and dug them into the firm flesh. Nick slid the dress first off one shoulder and then the other. Then he managed to sit up and pull it down around her legs and totally off her body. When she was completely naked, Diane rolled off his body onto her back across the red and blue checkered blanket. She pulled her legs together just enough so that her juicing twat was not visible to Nick's lustful gaze. However a reddish patch of pubic hair showed just above her hole. She smiled up at him, running one of her fingers over his belt buckle.
"Why don't you take off those pants, Nick? I want to see just how much of a stud you really are," she smirked like a true little whore.
"All right, baby. You asked for it," Nick replied as he sat up on his knees before her. He reached down to his crotch and undid the buckle and snap. Then he pulled down the zipper part way so that his white undershorts were visible.
"Now, it's your turn," he said, placing his hands on his hips. Nick wanted to give Diane the surprise of her life by reaching inside and pulling out a ten-inch piece of stud cock meat.
Her hands groped his penis inside his crotch and her eyes began to glisten with excitement. Nick could practically see her mouth watering as she fumbled with his zipper. He was hoping that her little cunt was watering too.
"Ooooh, your penis is so big!" she gasped excitedly with a smirking grin as she grabbed a hold of Nicky's cock and gave it a hungry squeeze.
"You like it, baby?" he asked proudly. Then he thrust his groin forward so that she could reach down to his hairy underbelly and grope his king-sized balls.
"I love men who are really well-hung," Diane announced with a teasing pout. She pulled the blonde hairs that grew across his testicles as she squeezed his nuts.
"Take it out," Nick directed. She smiled and undid the snap and tugged until his levis and shorts were down to his knees. His groin was now exposed to her lustful gaze, and she began to roll her hips excitedly in anticipation of feeling his cock rammed up her cunt.
Nicky stood up and peeled the pants quickly from around his feet and tossed them in a heap with her clothing. His mighty penis was now completely stiff and stuck out straight from his crotch. His huge nuts swayed back and forth invitingly in the hairy, leather-like pouch between his legs. When he had finished stripping away the levis he sat back down on the blanket next to Diane.
Silently, Nick bent his head down to where she lay and began to kiss the nipples of her breasts. His tongue darted from between his lips and he laved the firm tits.
"Oh, Nicky, your body is beautiful. All the girls were right!" Diane said with a sudden note of passion in her voice.
"Thanks," Nick replied modestly as he pressed his lips together over the swollen nipples of her projectiles.
"The girls told me that they used to go over to the fraternity house just to watch you play football with your shirt off so that they could see your body," Diane confided. The remark made Nick feel even bolder and more confident.
"How about my cock?" he smirked.
She looked up at him and squeezed his meat with her fingers.
"I can't say right now, Nicky. You'll have to try it out on my testing ground," Diane teased him. Then she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. She helped him strip it off, until he was completely naked alongside her on the blanket.
Suddenly he felt incredibly horny. He wanted to force himself into her without any foreplay, ram his meat in and out a couple of times, and then fill her up with a hot load of come. But he decided that he would have to be gentle and really take his time. After all, he thought to himself, I may want to fuck this little whore on a regular basis.
"Oh, Nicky, I've heard that you're such a stud! Please treat me like all the girls say you treat women!" Diane begged. She began pumping her naked body against him, writhing and twisting with desire on the hot blanket that covered the sand underneath.
"What kind of things have you heard?" Nick asked her teasingly. He figured that the more she talked about fucking, the hotter she was going to get. And he was right.
"Oh, Nick, they say that you like to fuck 'dog-style.' That really turns me on!" Diane confessed excitedly. She began to pump his swollen cock meat up and down in her hand. Nick felt the head beginning to swell and get ready to spurt a thick load of come.
"Hey! Take it easy, Diane," he complained. "I want to shoot off my cock inside you, not in your hand. He pulled her fingers from his throbbing tool.
"Do you want to be fucked dog-style?" Nick asked her. He placed his hand at the juncture of her legs trying to pry them apart and get his hand over her pussy.
"Oooooh, Nick!" Diane moaned as she thrust her crotch upward against his probing fingers. Then she spread her leg just enough for him to work his fingers over her heated pussy lips.
"I want to fuck you, Diane! Now," Nick panted hungrily.
Diane did not reply, but she twisted her body and began to kiss his chest, licking his nipples and sucking at the thick mat of blonde hair that covered his pectorals. Then she lowered her head and began to lave his navel and belly with her tongue, kissing and nipping at the well-muscled flesh. Nick felt his cock begin to palpitate with anticipation as he prepared to ram his ten-inch tool up her hole.
"Oh, shit, I'm so fucking horny," he gasped. He reached over and picked up his beer can, draining the contents. Then he felt Diane's lips on his penis. He thrust his groin upward into her face and lay back across the blanket.
"That's right, baby. Suck it. Suck the come out," he panted lasciviously as he felt her lips pressing up and down on the meaty root.
"Suck it!" Nick commanded.
Diane grabbed Nick's throbbing spike and began to lave and kiss the bulging, red head.
Then she started to run her tongue up and down the fleshy sides of the shaft, occasionally nipping and kissing the foreskin.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good!" Nick gasped with pleasure. He sat up and placed his hands over her head, pushing and pulling her mouth up and down on his swollen organ. He began to grind his buttocks in big circular movements into the blanket.
"Nick, you're such a stud. Your penis is so big!" Diane gasped excitedly, pulling her mouth momentarily from his meaty dong.
Nick placed his hands over her heaving breasts and squeezed them hard, rolling the firm flesh in big circular movements. The nipples were already firm and erect, and they pushed hard into the palm of his hands. Diane began to moan in small animal-like noises as she grew hotter beneath his masterful touches and caresses. She plunged his penis back into her mouth and began to bite at the corona, pressing her teeth up and down at the area of skin just before the point where the head began.
"Suck and bite it, Diane. You're really good!" Nick gasped. He felt sweat beginning to pour down his naked chest and belly. His heart was beating very rapidly and his breathing was coming in small gasps. He also felt his creamy load starting to rush down his shaft and collect in the fevered head of his cock. It was at that point he knew it was time to spread Diane's legs and ram his meat up her hot cunny. He wasn't about to shoot his load into her mouth like he always did with Gilda. No sir, he had had enough of that mamby-pamby bullshit. Now he was going to screw! Nick placed his hands firmly on the sides of Diane's head as it bobbed eagerly up and down his tool.
"Okay, baby, that's enough," he gasped excitedly as he pulled her mouth off his penis. She looked up at him somewhat puzzled.
"Don't you want to come in my mouth, Nick?" she queried with a coy smile. She ran her nails over his hairy balls as she spoke.
"No, baby. Maybe later. But right now, I want to put my cock up that hot little snatch of yours," Nick smirked.
"Ooooh, Nicky, you make me feel like such a whore," Diane panted wildly. She squeezed his organ with her fingers. Then she lay back across the blanket and spread her legs, revealing the juicy meat of her creaming twat to Nick's hungry gaze. Then she reached up to him with her arms as he positioned himself over her crotch.
"Fuck me, Nicky! Fuck me like an animal!" Diane cried frantically.
CHAPTER THREE
Diane wrapped her legs around Nick's waist as he probed at the entrance to her cunt with the head of his massive penis. He shoved and poked at her juicing pussy-lips, knowing that this little exercise in endurance would drive her up the wall. He felt her nails digging into the flesh of his sweaty biceps as the sun baked down on their naked bodies.
"Put it in me, Nicky, please! Put it in!" Diane moaned in ecstasy. She began to thrash her head back and forth from side to side as she lay on the checkered blanket. She squirmed, kicked, and thrust her body upwards trying to induce Nick to stuff his tool into her creaming cunnyhole.
"Nicky! Please! I want to feel you inside me! Make me come bard! Please, Nick!" she wailed excitedly.
"You really want it bad, don't you, baby?" Nick asked in panting gasps of breath. Diane opened her eyes and looked into his face.
"Nicky, don't be cruel! Stick it in! I can't bear to feel it just barely touching me like that!" Diane moaned. Nick knew that she was aware of his sadistic little trick. But he decided to make her suffer a little longer. And besides, he reasoned, the longer I wait before I cram it in, the hotter the little whore is going to get. He continued to poke and prick his dong against her fevered pussy, with every thrust only touching the fleshy lips, never driving forward.
In response, Diane was becoming frantic. She pumped her hips upward against his groin trying desperately to get him to plunge his meat into her sloshing toolbox.
"Oh, Nicky, give me all of it! Please!" she gasped crazily. Nick felt her fingers clawing at the muscular flesh of his back and shoulders.
Suddenly, Nick himself realized that he could wait no longer. He reached back and grabbed a hold of Diane's twisting, kicking legs and raised them up, placing them around his shoulders. He looked down at her crotch to see her gaping twat open wide before him. Then he looked into her face and smiled.
"Hold on, baby, 'cause I'm gonna drive you around the fucking lake!" he panted excitedly. Then he grabbed a hold of his meaty penis and positioned her cunt so that the head was just inside her twat.
"That's it, Nick! Fuck me! Stick it all the way in!" Diane gasped in response. She tightened her grip around his muscular neck with her legs and squeezed hard, teasing him.
"Nick!" she gasped crazily as she felt him thrust his hips forward and ram his meat into her hole.
"You got it, baby!" he gasped in reply as he plunged his dong through her twat-lips and right up her cunt-canal to the very hilt.
Diane arched her back and closed her eyes tightly, savoring the ecstatic feeling his ten-inch tool rammed all the way into her muff. Her red hair went flying back and forth across the blanket as she began to pump up and down against his penis. She panted heavily, moaning and wailing in the throes of sexual oblivion.
Nick pumped his hips up and down, jamming his pecker all the way into her and then pulling it all the way out. Then he lunged forward again, ramming the mighty piece of cockmeat all the way back in. Each time he stuck it back in, Diane would let out a long, low moan of bliss. Then he felt her tighten and loosen her fevered pussy-muscles up and down on his shaft over and over as though she were trying to suck the cock all the way up into her belly.
"Oh, Nicky, give me all of it! Harder! I want you to fuck me like an animal! Be a stud!" Diane twittered passionately.
"Take it baby! Take it all in!" Nick shrieked in reply as he drove himself into her hard. He knew that he must have hurt her because she let out a cry of agony. But curiously, it seemed to be mixed with pleasure. Nicky knew that Diane was deep in a hypnotic trance of total sexual passion. Sweat had broken out on her supple flesh, and her lips were slightly parted. They were trembling as her whole cunt struggled with his cock. He could feel her nails scraping and clawing against the straining muscles of his arms and back. Her legs had a strange hold around his neck as though Diane were holding on for dear life against the brutal assault on her pussy.
"Oh, Nick! I'm coming! Do me harder! Stick it in harder!" Diane began to yelp hysterically. Nick felt her body grow tense. She arched her back, digging her hands and fingers into the blanket and squeezing the sand beneath it desperately. She spread her legs wider and scooted her hips up closer to his hairy groin to accommodate more of his animalistic thrusts. She began to moan loudly and thrash her head from side to side. Sweat was pouring down Nicky's face and dripping down off his chin onto her heaving breasts and naked" belly. Her nipples were taut and fevered as Nick ground his hairy chest against them.
"Oh, Nick!" she screamed out and suddenly arched her back. She began to spasm wildly against him, all the while making gurgling animal-like noises. He felt her cunt let loose with a torrent of pussy-juice that came surging down from the furthest recesses of her twat to cover his plunging tool. Her cunt-lips glistened with an aromatic mixture of sweat, pussy-juice, and cologne. Diane Sandeman was a real little whore, Nick thought to himself, she even perfumes her pussy!
"Nicky-Nicky-Nicky-" she sobbed softly. Nick opened his eyes to see that tears were streaming down her face from the corners of her eyes. Then he felt her hips drop down and come ramming back upwards into his groin. She began pumping against his tool furiously, rubbing her clit maddeningly against his meat.
"Oh, Nick! Do me harder!" Diane wailed blissfully as she twisted and writhed beneath his hairy torso. Diane's eyes rolled skyward and she began to gasp and wail furiously. At the same time, she smashed her cunt endlessly against his cockmeat.
Nicholas knew that she was having an orgasm. She bucked her naked body fiercely, twisting and writhing against his spike as though she were a live butterfly that had just been mounted with a pin.
"Oh, Nicky..." she sobbed. Tears of joy and bliss continued to stream from her eyes.
Her hands reached up to his head and pulled at his wavy blonde hair. He kissed her neck and took small nips at the skin.
Her body began to relax as her orgasmic spasms subsided. Nick began pumping his penis into her with long, consistently even strokes. He plunged his cock into her cunt all the way up to the hilt, ground his ass around, digging himself in, and then withdrew the hard-on just as smoothly as he had driven it in. Her flesh was still fevered, and as he fucked her, Nick could feel the hot, young tart tightening and loosening her cunt-muscles up and down over his distended root.
He raised himself up on his muscular arms over her and looked down at his groin. He stared with a big smile of satisfaction as he watched his slippery pole slide easily in and out of her creaming cunny.
"Oh, baby, I'm getting ready to shoot it!" he gasped suddenly. And indeed it was true. Nick felt every last ounce of his juice surge up from his balls and collect in the massive, fist-like head.
"Then shoot it, Nicky. Please! I want to feel all your come spurt inside me!" Diane wailed excitedly as she pumped his cock with her pussy lips.
Nick responded by sliding his cock into her in one long smooth stroke. Then he pulled back and slid forward again, doing it over and over. He began to feel sensations of an on-rushing orgasm stirring violently in his crotch. The muscles of his body grew extremely tense and he began to tremble in anticipation of a massive explosion.
"Oh, Nicky! Shoot it! Fill me up!" Diane began to plead excitedly. She squeezed her legs together tightly around his neck and dug her fingers into the fevered flesh of his muscular biceps. Diane began to pump with him-
Suddenly Nick couldn't hold back the tide. He raised his body upward and thrust his tool back into her twat in one, long, vicious stroke. It went flying into her all the way up to the hilt. Nick pumped it back and forth a few times that way to stimulate the sensitive head. And then it happened. The feeling of his climax came surging up from the very tips of his toes as they dug into the sand. The sensations shot up through his groin and legs to his cock. Then he felt himself begin to shake and tremble. He let out a couple of animal-like bellows and gasped insanely for anas his orgasm overtook his entire being. He rammed his cock up her cunt-canal as far as it could go and let his come blast in big spurts out the hole in the throbbing head of his penis.
"Oh, Diane! Oh, shit, oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" he screamed out as his body was rocked by a violent series of orgasmic spasms.
His feet dug crazily into the sand as he ground his knees into the blanket, trying desperately to drive his meat further into her cunt.
He felt his massive ten-inch tool blast load after load of thick, fiery-hot cream into Diane's gaping cunt. She continued to work her pussy-muscles up and down on the palpitating shaft as Nick emptied the contents of his hairy nuts into her cock pocket.
"Oh, baby! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, baby!" Nick gasped as his palpitating cock meat continued to jerk load after fiery load of ball-juice into Diane's fevered pussy.
"Shoot it! Oh, Nicky, shoot it all!" she screamed out in ecstasy. Masses of dripping, white-hot sperm came spurting out of his penis in fiery blasts that splattered hard against Diane's creaming cunt-walls.
"Oh, shit! I can't stop!" Nick screamed, wild-eyed and totally caught up in the paroxysms of orgasmic bliss and agony. His massive tool continued to erupt violently, his orgasm totally out of control. He was a rabid beast gone wild, tearing fiercely at Diane's cunt with his savage organ. His meat shot gobs of gism endlessly into her as she struggled vainly beneath his writhing torso.
"Oh, Nick, you're hurting me!" she screamed out as he drove against her body, actually forcing her from the blanket and onto the sand of the beach.
When it was over, Nick felt every last drop of energy and strength drain from his body like water flowing through a sieve. He tumbled off Diane's ravaged body and collapsed next to her on his back. He threw one of his hairy forearms across his sweaty brow and simply lay there gasping frantically for air after having been shaken violently by the whole climactic ordeal.
"Oh, Nick! That was wonderful! It's true! It's true! You are the biggest stud on the whole campus!" Diane squealed with passionate delight as she crawled across the sand to where he was spread out, nude and sweaty. He didn't even look at her. Instead, he kept his eyes screwed tightly shut and continued to gasp and sob as his lungs screamed out for air.
"You better believe it, baby!" he managed to moan suddenly. Then he felt the fabulous sensation of Diane's tongue on his shiny tool. She was licking the gooey mixture of stud-come and cunt-sap from his glistening cockhead.
"Oh, lick it, Diane. Lick it all off!" he gasped excitedly. He remained still and moaned softly as he felt the trampy young coed grasp his tool and shove it into her mouth. She sucked out the very last drops of his gism and swallowed them down eagerly. Then she squeezed his meat as though she were determined to work every last sperm from inside the shaft.
"That's it, Diane! Suck it all out!" Nicky moaned excitedly as the young coed laved his greasy dick. He wailed excitedly with great gasps of breath as Diane rubbed her tongue around the glistening head, slurping up the very last dew-drops of his gism.
Finally, Nick sat up and pulled her face from his groin. She looked into his face and smiled.
"Hey, Diane, that was a fabulous fuck," Nick remarked, still panting heavily from the ordeal.
"You were wonderful, too, Nicky. I'm so happy that it's all true. You are the meanest stud on the whole Madison campus," Diane replied salaciously. Then she leapt from the blanket and went running into the water. Nick stayed seated on the blanket watching her.
"Come on, Nicky! The water is really warm!" she called to him from the very edge of the lake.
"Shit! Why not!" he yelled in reply. He really was beyond even caring about whether or not any of the other people visiting the lake saw him naked. As a matter of fact, Nick liked the whole idea of flaunting his nakedness and allowing his big cock and balls to hang out for everyone to see. After all, he had a ten-inch piece of meat swaying between his legs and was proud of it. Why shouldn't I show it off? Nick rationalized as he jogged across the sand to join Diane in the water.
"Oh, Nick, you're so handsome!" Diane remarked as she watched him run across the beach. He jogged up to her and picked her up, grabbing Tier tightly around the waist. Then he lifted her right out of the water and over his head.
"Oh, Nicky! You're crazy!" the naked girl screamed with delight. She laughed and squirmed around.
"You want to go for a ride?" Nick inquired. Then he lowered her crotch down around his shoulders so that her cunt was right in his face.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed with ecstasy as Nick felt her pussy rubbing up and down over his nose. She wrapped her legs around his neck and dug her hands into his wavy blonde hair. He carried her further out into the water.
Meanwhile, Nick felt his cock getting hard again. He pressed his mouth against Diane's soggy pussy and began to kiss and suck at her cunt-flesh.
"Oh, Nicky! You're so clever! Eat me!" she moaned excitedly. He darted his tongue through his lips and worked it past her twittering pussy-lips and deep into her creaming muff.
"That's it, Nick. Do me! Oh, Nick!" she gasped excitedly as he laved her twat with his tongue. She threw back her head and closed her eyes, clutching insanely at Nick's head.
"Oh, Nick, Nick, Nick!" she moaned, almost inaudibly. He felt her ramming her cunt hard against his nose and chin as if she were determined to cram her entire pussy into his mouth and down his throat.
"Eat me, eat me!" she wailed and ground her hips in great circular arcs over his rasping tongue, his nose serving as a stimulant to her erect clitoris.
"Oh, I wish we were at the ocean!" she screamed crazily, tossing back her head and shouting her words to the cloudless azure-blue sky overhead.
Meanwhile, Nicholas continued to run and skip through the shallow part of the water, kicking and splashing the "waves as he laved and licked Diane's juicing muff. She continued to grind her fingers and nails into his scalp and squeezed her legs tightly around his muscular neck.
"Oh, Nicky, this is wild! It's so completely insane! I love it! I love it!" Diane bellowed to the startled on-lookers that had begun to gather on the shore to observe the naked prancers.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, all!" Diane laughed and flashed them the finger with her right hand.
Nick laughed to himself as he heard her words. But he did not pull her twat from his mouth. Instead he simply ran straight into the lake and kept on running until the water was about up to the nipples of his hairy, blonde chest. Then he grabbed a hold of Diane's pumping body at the waist and tossed her from around his shoulders right into the water directly in front of him.
She let out a scream of laughter as she went sailing ass-down into the clear water. When she came bobbing back up for air, she was gasping for air and laughing crazily.
"Oh, Nick! I haven't had so much fun in ages!" Diane chuckled merrily as she pulled her soggy red hair from her eyes and face.
Nick placed his hands on his chest and laughed too.
"Yeah! It's been a real blast, Diane! I like you. I really do!" Nick remarked rather candidly.
"And I like you too, Nick! Besides, your being every inch the stud that all the girls say you are, I really enjoy being with you!" Diane replied. She waded across to him and grabbed him around the waist. She pressed her lips to the wet blonde hairs on his well-muscled belly and began to kiss and suck at the moist flesh. Nick responded by putting his hands on her head and running his hands through her wet, red hair.
"Oh, baby, let me tell you that I really enjoyed getting inside you like that back on the beach," Nick told her as she laved his stomach. He felt her hands slip down to his groin, and she pulled and groped his naked meat. It swayed gently as the water swirled gently around it.
"Come on," Nick said. He grabbed a hold of her hand and raised her to a standing position beside him. She looked at him, puzzled.
"What is it, Nicky?" Diane asked in a pouting, little-girl voice.
"It's time to get back to the campus. I have a class this afternoon," he replied. He began to lead her back to the beach. She remained silent and simply walked beside him, her hand in his.
Then Nick stopped and looked down at her.
"Oh, boy, Diane. Look at all the people!" he gasped with genuine surprise. Diane began to laugh haughtily and squeezed his hand, urging him forward.
"They've never seen anybody screwing nude in the lake before; that's all, Nick," Diane remarked happily as she led him back onto the beach.
"But, shit, Diane! I'm embarrassed!" Nick said. He tried to remain still as the lake water lapped up around his navel.
"Come on, Nicky! Don't be such a prude!" Diane coaxed. "Don't you want to show off that ten-inch penis of yours?"
Somehow that concept appealed to Nicholas because it was very true that he was extremely proud of his long, thick penis. And he figured that he might as well take the opportunity to show it off since he was naked and had an audience.
"Come on!" Diane demanded. She tugged at his hairy arm and Nicky began to move forward with her.
"Shit! Let's just walk up there, get our clothing, and leave," Nick directed. Diane looked up into his handsome face and smiled.
"You can do that, Nick, but if they want a show, I'm going to give them one!" the whorey little coed remarked salaciously. She began wiggling her hips in an exaggerated manner as she stepped from the water.
A group of about seven or eight men had gathered in a small group in the shady, tree-lined area above the beach. As Diane and Nick walked to the checkered blanket and began to slip into their clothing, they could hear the cat-calls and jeers of laughter from the crowd.
"Show us your cunt, girly!" they began to shout and whistle.
"Come on, Diane. Don't pay attention to them," Nick directed as he stuffed his cock and balls back into the crotch of his levis and zipped up the fly.
"If they want to see it, I'll give it to them!" Diane shouted willfully. She had slipped on her bra and knit dress, saving her shoes for last. Then to Nick's surprise, Diane ran barefoot across the sand to a huge concrete block that sat near the water's edge a short distance down the beach. She sat down on top of it and pulled up her dress until it was up above her waist. Then she spread her legs and began to flash her shiny pussy in the direction of the men. They began to hoot and caw wildly at the sight of Diane's gaping cunt.
"You like it, boys?" she shouted to them. But they didn't reply. Instead they just began to hoot and whistle more loudly. Diane smiled and inserted one of her fingers through the sweaty pussy-lips and began to tickle her cut.
"Love your pussy, baby!" one of them shouted teasingly.
"All right, Diane, let's go," Nick yelled.
Diane looked over to him and laughed.
"Hey, Nicky! They really love this," she gasped excitedly. Nick approached the concrete block where she sat with her twat gaping open.
"You should be on the stage," he smirked.
Diane flashed him an evil look and pulled down her skirt. She slipped down from the block into the sand beside him.
"Okay, let's go, Nicky," she said huffily. Nick took her hand and they marched back through the woods to the car.
On the way back to Madison College from the lake, Nick decided to ask Diane for another date. Shit! I need some fucking on a regular basis, and Diane Sandeman is just the little whore to provide it all, Nick rationalized as he drove.
"Nicky, I really had a good time at the lake this morning," Diane remarked. She twitched her ass nervously in the front seat of Nick's orange and white convertible.
"I'm glad, Diane. So did I," Nick replied without taking his eyes from the road. Finally he turned to her.
"Listen, Diane. Will you reach into the glove compartment and get me my sunglasses?" Nick asked, pointing across the seat.
"Surely," Diane replied. She turned the lock and reached inside, grabbing hold of the glasses. At the same time, she pulled out a tube of suntan oil.
"No, I only want the glasses, Diane," Nick said as he watched her. She didn't say a word but only smiled up at him.
"Here," she said, handing him the sunglasses.
He put them on and glanced back at her curiously as she fiddled with the tube of suntan cream.
"No, Diane. I don't need any right now. But thanks. I don't think that I will be sunburned until later tonight," Nick explained earnestly.
Diane smiled at him and parted his thigh.
"Silly boy, Nicky! This isn't for your sunburn," Diane shouted in mock astonishment.
Then she put her hand down to the crotch of his levis and began to stroke his penis.
"Does that feel good, Nicky?" she inquired as she massaged the stiffening meat. He ran his groin upwards in response to her hungry caresses.
"Oh, does it ever, baby!" he replied, a big grin covering his handsome face. Small beads of sweat popped out across his brow as Diane's eager fingers continued to stroke and grope at his cock inside the denim material of his faded levis.
"Oh, Nicky! It feels like you're getting all hot and bothered again!" Diane gasped with a silly smile. Nick knew that she was one hell of a clever little cock-teaser.
"Yeah, baby! It's getting all hot and ready to shoot," Nick replied salaciously to her crude remarks. He felt her fingers beginning to fumble with the zipper. Nimbly, she undid the snap of his pants and pulled the zipper down in one long, smooth motion. Then she reached her hand inside, through his undershorts, and grabbed a hold of his semi-erect cockmeat. She gave it a hearty squeeze and Nicky flinched. He turned and looked at her.
"Boy, you really are one hell of a cock-hungry little whore, aren't you?" he blurted out.
Diane simply smiled up at him and continued to massage and probe his penis and balls with her fingers.
"Well, Nicky Blake, you might say that I'm cock-hungry," Diane explained lasciviously, "but I'm not a whore. I only fuck the men that really turn me on."
"Oh, yeah?" Nicky laughed, scratching his nose and adjusting his sunglasses. His hands clutched nervously at the steering wheel of the speeding automobile in anticipation of her next move.
"Yes, Nicky. And you know it. You're such an arrogant bastard!" Diane snapped with a grin. "You've got the biggest cock on the whole campus of Madison College and you know that every girl there is dying to get it up her pussy!"
Nick didn't answer for a moment. He found that after Diane had made her little speech, he immediately thought of Gilda Mayhew. She was the only one who did not seem quite so eager to have the ten-inch organ stuffed into her twat. Nicky also knew that that fact really bothered him. Cheap sluts like Diane were always available to him. A dime a dozen. But it was Gilda Mayhew who presented a much different story. She had been a real challenge to him. And somewhat of an embarrassment. Nick had told everyone in his fraternity that he had been fucking Gilda's pussy for the last two years. And part of the reason that he kept on dating her was that he didn't want anyone else to. Otherwise, somebody might find out that he wasn't quite the almighty stud that everyone took him to be.
Meanwhile, Diane had pulled his throbbing cock from inside his underwear. She was now leaning across the seat of the car, pumping the foreskin up and down the fleshy shaft, trying desperately to stiffen the meat.
"Come on, Nicky! Get it nice and hard. I love to play with it when it's up all the way," Diane urged.
"What are you gonna do, Diane?" Nicky asked, smiling at her. He hoped she was going to suck the fucking come right out of his balls.
"I'm going to play with your meat while you drive. I just can't get over the size of it, Nicky. And of course, you are right. I am cock-hungry," the red-haired, young coed admitted.
"Are you going to suck it, then?" Nick inquired.
He glanced at her briefly as she slipped her shoes from her feet and curled up on the seat with her head in his lap.
"Do you want me to?" she asked, squeezing the purplish knob of his dong.
"Do what you want, Diane. Jut make me shoot it. Hard," Nick replied.
He began to grind his hips around in a circular motion as he felt Diane running the tips of her finger nails across the tender skin of the undershaft, in the area just below the head.
"Your cock is so pretty, Nick. It's got all these long blue veins in it," Diane observed excitedly. Then she began to trace an especially long one with the tips of her fingers. Nick felt chills of erotic delight surging through the limbs of his body as Diane tickled his fevered meat.
"Then, if you like it so much, suck me off," Nick remarked crudely. Then he lifted one of his hands from the steering-wheel and placed it on the top of her head.
"Suck it!" he commanded like a brutal animal. Then he gave her head a vicious shove and forced her face right into his crotch. She struggled against his grip.
"All right! Just one fucking minute!" she screamed angrily at him. She pulled her head out of his groin and sat up in the seat, straightening her hair. She glared at him with a look of tremendous hostility.
"Shit! You messed up my hair! Stop treating me like a whore!" Diane screamed at him.
"Okay. I'm sorry," Nick replied. He ran his hand back through his sweaty blonde hair. He knew he was really sexually tense. All he could think about was blasting his heavy load. After a few moments of silence, Diane lowered her head back to his crotch. Nick felt her grab a hold of his hard-on and gently begin to kiss it with her mouth, pressing her lips together over and over on the sensitive head. In response, he thrust his hips forward and clenched his teeth.
"Suck it, Diane! That's it! I want you to feel a big load of come ,in your mouth."
"So do I, Nicky. So do I," she replied, lifting her lips momentarily from his huge penis.
CHAPTER FOUR
"A tit-fuck! What in the hell is a tit-fuck?" Diane asked with a look of genuine puzzlement crossing her pretty face. She brushed her red hair out of her face and looked at Nick, awaiting his reply.
"If you don't know what it is, Diane, why don't we just try it out," he replied with a grin. He reached across the car seat and began to run his hand up under her dress. He squeezed the soft white flesh of her thigh as he made his way to her pussy.
"But Nicky! What if I don't like it?" Diane protested. She stared at him and started to bite her nails.
"Don't worry, baby. Did you like the way that I used my mouth on your cunt while we were playing around. in the lake?" he asked her.
"Yeah! That was really fun. And I especially enjoyed spreading my legs for the guys on the beach. I love to show off my pussy," Diane squealed with delight.
"Well, I can understand why, baby," Nicky remarked. His fingers had reached her pussy-lips as they probed the area beneath her one-piece wool knit dress. He tickled her twat with his fingertips and then slid one of his digits right through the juicy cunt lips and deep in her muff. Diane responded by twisting her hips around as she sat on the front seat.
"Oh, Nicky!" she moaned excitedly. She began to thrust her hips up and down, as though she were trying to work her pussy down over his fingers.
"You've got one of the juiciest little cunts that I've ever had the pleasure to eat," Nick smirked. He knew that she loved his crude language, and loved to be treated like the little slut that she was.
"And you've got the biggest cock that I've ever sucked off," Diane replied. She ran her hand up and down his organ as she grasped it in her hand, squeezing and kneading the hot meat.
"You're damn right!" Nick laughed in reply. He gripped fiercely at the steering wheel with one hand as he stepped on the gas, driving the flashy convertible faster. He was determined to make it to a special clearing in the woods that he knew of, before he ran out of time. He wanted to tit-fuck Diane before his afternoon class.
"Are we going to tit-fuck, Nicky?" Diane inquired as she lowered her hand to his balls and began to grope and massage them. Meanwhile, Nick continued to rub her cunt lips with his fingers, occasionally flicking her throbbing clit with his forefinger.
"Oh, baby, I love to play with your little clit," he gasped excitedly.
"Then flick it, Nick. Flick it!" Diane gasped crazily as she squeezed and massaged his cock.
"I will, baby, I will. But first I got to know if I can tit-fuck you!" Nick insisted. Diane looked at him curiously.
"Yes! Let's do it. I'll take your word for it that I will like it," Diane replied.
"Good!" Nick remarked excitedly, "I know just the place.
About five minutes later, Nicholas turned his flashy convertible onto the side road that led right to the little clearing of cedars and hawthorns near a babbling brook where he loved to take girls to screw in the utmost privacy.
"Well, here we are," Nick panted as he pulled the car to a stop. He looked at Diane as she glanced around with a small smile of satisfaction crossing her lips.
"Oh, Nicky, it's so secluded! I just love it. We could fuck here forever!" she said, groping his meat inside his pants.
"That's the general idea," he said sarcastically. Then he reached across the seat and grabbed Diane by the shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she asked, rather surprised by the sudden lunge at her tender body.
"Just he down and I'll show you," Nick replied. He gently coaxed her to lie back and relax.
"Is this part of tit-fucking?" Diane asked innocently as she allowed Nick to raise her dress, exposing her gaping twat hole. Nick looked at her and grinned. Then he ran his fingers over her juicy pussy meat and stroked her cunt lips eagerly.
"No, these are just the preliminaries," Nick smirked. He ran his forefinger up her sloshing hole. Diane thrust her hips upward and began to pump her muff up and down on the digital intruder.
"I don't understand," she gasped, closing her eyes.
Nick knew that she was beginning to feel the first sensations of sexual bliss as he worked his finger rapidly in and out of her creaming cunny.
"It's like this, Diane," Nick explained, "I'm going to warm up this tight little pussy of yours and then we'll go tit-fuck out there in the grass."
"Then do it to me, Nicky! Do it!" she yelled out in an almost desperate voice of erotic desire. She grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it up high over her waist so that her entire pubis was exposed to Nick's rapacious fingers and mouth.
"I'm gonna eat it!" Nick snarled. Then he grabbed Diane's buttocks and raised them high in the air. He pulled her legs around his shoulders and allowed them to drop down his back, so that her cunny was right in his face. He leered at her reddish bush hungrily.
"Yummy! I'm gonna lick my tongue up and down that hot cunt, Diane!" Nick shouted crudely. He knew that his filthy speech turned her on. She enjoys being treated like a fucking whore, Nicky rationalized.
"Oh, Nicky. Nicky. Nicky," Diane moaned in ecstasy as Nick lowered his lips onto her moist muff. He kissed her twat-lobes gently yet hungrily, placing the lips directly over her pussy-lips, and sucking softly.
"That's it, Nick! Oh, it's insane! It feels so good!" she gasped excitedly and began to thrash around on the front seat.
"Eat me. Oh, Nicky, eat me!" she wailed, and clawing at the rough material of the car seat.
"Just how bad do you want it, baby?" Nicky replied with an edge of cruelty in his voice.
"Please! Hurry! Don't be mean, Nicky! Please don't be cruel to me!" Diane pleaded as she writhed around on the car seat, groping for anything within reach. Nicky knew that the whorey young cunt was really hot to fuck, and he planned to keep it that way for as long as he could.
"Eat me! I want to feel your mouth on my vagina!" Diane roared in ecstatic agony all of a sudden.
Nicky rammed his tongue into her creaming pussy as far as it would go, stroking the tender, sensitive walls of her vagina with a long, languorous lapping motion, like a St. Bernard. Suddenly he pulled his head from her twat and looked her in her eyes.
"Come on, Diane! Let's go tit-fuck!" he shouted excitedly.
"Now? You mean this is it?" the young tart asked with a sense of impending bliss.
"Yes, Diane," Nick replied, grabbinga hold of her hand.
"Where are we going?" the young tart inquired. She pulled against his hand for support.
"I'm going to take you outside and tit-fuck you, Diane. It's that simple. After all I did promise it to you," Nick leered at her. Then he opened the car door with his hand and pulled her from the front seat. He dragged her across the thick mossy carpeting of the woods and into a special clump of trees that he always used just for screwing.
"So what do I do, Nicky?" she asked, placing her little fingers between her lips and looking coy. Nick slipped his hands over her firm little buttocks and pulled her closely into his embrace. He looked down at her and kissed her gently on the lips.
"It's very simple, Diane," he explained. "You just slip out of this dress, lie down there in the grass, and spread your legs. I'll help you with everything else."
"Oh! It certainly sounds conventional, Nicky. I thought that you would have come up with something special," Diane remarked as she hiked her dress up and undid the zipper in the back.
"Just be patient," Nick replied as he slipped out of his levis. He stared hungrily at Diane's firm little body as she slipped off the very last stitches of her clothing and stood totally nude before him.
"Oh, Nick, I feel like such a marvelous whore doing this!" Diane squealed with delight. She placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs apart a little wider so that Nick could get a good look at her creaming cunny.
"Okay, baby! This is it. Now we're going to do it," Nick said to her with a note of real determination in his voice.
Diane walked over to him, and reaching down to his groin, grabbed a hold of his stiffening pole. She gave it a few hard squeezes and smiled at him with a hungry look in her eye.
"Just what is it that we do, Nicky, my love," the slutty coed asked him. In response, Nicky grabbed her around the waist and forced her to the ground, thrusting his naked torso across her nude body. She began to writhe beneath him, moaning and wailing in the beginning throes of erotic ecstasy.
"Oh, Nicky, do it to me! Do it! I love the feel of your body crushing mine like this! I love it!" Diane wailed blissfully. Nick ground his hairy chest against her tightening nipples and fevered tits.
He began to kiss her passionately on the mouth, darting his hot tongue in and out of her mouth, stroking her teeth and the roof of her mouth with the very tip. He knew that using his tongue like that would have a thrilling effect.
"Are you going to tit-fuck me, Nicky?" Diane panted excitedly. She ran her hands across his well-muscled back, which was now covered with small beads of sweat. Nick did not reply. Instead he continued to grind his lips into her mouth, savoring the moistness.
"Oh, baby, you taste so good!" Nick declared finally. He raised himself up onto his knees in front of where she lay in the grass and fondled his swollen organ arrogantly.
"Okay, baby, this is how we do it," Nick announced dramatically. Diane looked at him with a glint of animal lust coming into her eyes.
"What do I do? Tell me, Nick. Tell me what to do! I'm so horny I can't stand it!" she bellowed excitedly and arched her back. She closed her eyes and let her hand roam to her cunt. She pried open her pussy lips and began to massage her erect clitoris with little flicking motions.
"Wait a minute, Diane," Nick said suddenly. He grabbed hold of her arm by the wrist and pulled her fingers from her sappy cunt hole. Diane opened her eyes and sat up part-ways, looking at him with a look of quasi-desperation in her face.
"Nicky! If-you're going to tit-fuck me, then do it! I'm so hot that I can't wait much longer. Please, Nicholas!" she begged.
Nick smiled down, at her with a cruel grin crossing his handsome face. He reached out and pinched the nipples of her heaving breasts, then mashed his palms into them, grinding his hands around in rough circular motion. Diane began to moan and sob with delight. Nick knew that she was beginning to heat up with desire. He looked down at her moist pussy and noticed that it was juicing up with a fevered batch of fresh cunt sap. He licked his lips in anticipation of getting his hot mouth over it and sucking up a heavy load of the cream.
"Tit-fuck me, Nick! Do it to me! Now! Please!" Diane wailed deliriously as she groped upwards for his hairy body.
"Sure, baby, sure! But first we have to grease up these big tits of yours," Nick remarked salaciously.
He looked around for the suntan lotion. He pulled it from the pocket in Diane's one-piece wool knit suit and took off the cap. Diane opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, watching him curiously.
"How does it work, Nicky?" she gasped rabidly as she twisted and writhed her legs in anticipation.
"Like this, baby," Nick replied. He squirted some of the creamy junk onto his throbbing man-tool and massaged it up and down the fleshy shaft. Soon, his entire pole was greasy and gleamed in the afternoon sunlight as it bobbed up and down.
"Oh, Nicky! Your penis looks even bigger now than it did before," Diane remarked as her eyes grew larger, gaping at the mighty organ.
"It is, baby, it is," Nick replied. "Now it's your turn. Sit up a little." Then he squeezed some of the greasy lotion into the palm of his hand and began to rub it up and down over her heaving tits. Diane moaned seductively as the cool cream touched her nipples. Soon her entire breasts sparkled and gleamed like Nick's throbbing cock meat. Nick tossed the tube of suntan lotion onto the grass and straddled and mashed them in big circular motions.
"Oh, Nicky! That feels incredible!" Diane gasped.
She watched excitedly as he kneaded her greasy boobs with his hands, occasionally pinching the taut pink nipples.
"You see, Diane, we gotta get these big tits nice and greasy!" he leered animahstically at the young coed.
"But why? I still don't understand," Diane replied with a look of genuine puzzlement crossing her pretty face. She ran her hand back through her red hair and brushed it out of her face.
"Don't worry, Diane. You will in a minute," he reassured her. Nick began to rub her tit and stroke his cock with his other hand, getting it nice and stiff. He kept pumping it until he felt like the hot ball juice that was foaming around down in his nuts was going to spurt out.
"Oh, baby, it's getting really hard," Nicky whined deliriously as he stroked the bulging piece of cock meat with his hand. Meanwhile, Diane had reclined across the grass and was rubbing her greased breasts with her hands. Occasionally she pinched and tweaked her taut nipples and made small, animal-like gasps of pleasure as she did so.
"Hurry, Nick. Please, hurry. I'm so excited I can hardly bear it," the young coed panted in a voice of frenzied anticipation as she watched him beat his meat.
Nick didn't reply. He threw back his head and closed his eyes tightly, savoring the feeling of his imminent orgasm. His penis began to throb and bob up and down on its own when
Nick dropped his hands to his sides. He continued to straddle Diane's body, grinding his bare ass in a big arc right over her soft belly.
Diane reached up and took hold of his penis. She began to stroke the foreskin back and forth. Occasionally, she let her fingernails run over the fiery red head of the organ. Nick knew that she wanted to tease him unbearably so that he would shoot his load as hard as possible. He was well known on the Madison campus for having violent orgasms. The longer he had to wait to shoot his cream when he was fucking, the harder he shot it. And he knew that all the girls loved and adored it whenever he got uncontrollably excited and blasted his juice like a tube of toothpaste that has just been stepped on.
"Careful, Diane," Nick warned, taking a hold of her arms by the wrist and pulling her fingers from his bulging tool. He looked down at her and smiled salaciously.
"I don't want to shoot it all over your face, baby," he smirked crudely. Diane simply rolled her hips and grinned at him.
"Look, you big stud, I don't care if you shoot it up my ass! I just want you to shoot it," the young coed snickered. Then she reached up for the massive ball-pouch that was swaying back and forth between Nick's legs. She began to pull at the long silken strands of blonde pubic hair that grew from each nut. She moved along the strands until they slipped right off the end, sending Nick's balls swaying back into position.
"Nicky, my love. You've got the biggest balls that I've ever seen," Diane gasped.
"Just wait until you start sucking on them," Nick responded as he moved his knees a little further up around her twisting, naked flesh.
"Okay, Diane, this is it. Now we're gonna tit-fuck," Nick explained brutally.
"Oh, yes!" Diane gasped in reply. "What do I do? Tell me, Nicky, what do I do?"
In response, Nick lowered himself to his hands, placing them down on the grass directly above Diane's bare shoulders.
"Okay, grab hold of my cock, baby," Nick directed. Diane groped for his meat and took a firm grip on the throbbing, near-purple dong. Nick felt her fingers squeezing and kneading the fleshy root hungrily.
"Careful, baby. Don't make me shoot it," he warned.
"Tell me! What next?" she gasped, nearly hysterical with desire as she played with his mighty cock.
"Now let go," he commanded. Diane did as he said. He smiled down at her and grabbed hold of his meat with one hand. He was right on the edge of shooting his load.
"All right, baby. Put your hands on your big melons and squeeze them together," Nick directed, nodding his head towards her heaving breasts.
"My breasts?" Diane inquired excitedly as she tickled her nipples.
"That's right, Diane. Squash them together, because I'm going to ram my big cock right between them!" Nick bellowed like a sex-crazed dog.
"Oh, I understand now, Nicky!" the young tart replied with an impetuous grin. She cupped her boobs in her hands and shoved their firm flesh together. At the same time, Nick positioned his cock right at the space between them.
"Okay, baby, now I'm gonna tit-fuck those big boobs of yours," Nick snarled. Then with a vicious lunge of his hips, he sent his meat flying between them, back and forth, back and forth.
"Fuck them, Nicky! Fuck my breasts!" Diane shouted excitedly as she squeezed her tits together and looked down at the stiff cock meat sailing between them.
"Oh, baby, does that feel good!" Nicky panted. He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as he felt his on-rushing orgasm approach. The bulging red head of his tool felt like it was gonna blow off just like the cork in a champagne bottle.
"Shoot it, Nicky!" Diane encouraged frantically as she kneaded and groped her fleshy boobs around his meat.
Nick reached down and pulled Diane's fingers from her breasts, replacing them with his hands. He squeezed and massaged the fevered flesh, tweaking the pink nipples with his thumbs. At the same time, he worked his penis in and out of the space between her tits, deliberately and carefully, in long, languorous strokes of animal passion.
"Do it, Nicky! Fuck my tits!" Diane wailed out excitedly as she watched the horny young stud jerk off his cock on her boobs.
"Here it comes, baby! Here it comes!" Nick gasped insanely all of a sudden. He thrust his hips forward and backwards, rubbing his hairy ass across Diane's tender belly.
"Wait, Nicky," she said. Then he felt her fingers probing the crack of his butt as he rammed his meat in and out of the space between her breasts. Soon, she had found the puckered entrance to his steaming ass-hole.
"Just fuck my tits, Nicky, and let me take care of your hot little fanny," the whorey young coed remarked. She slipped her other hand to his balls as they slapped back and forth against her boobs. Nicky felt her begin to squeeze and caress the hairy nut-pouch, pulling and stroking the coarse pubic hairs that grew across his undercarriage.
"Oh, baby, squeeze my balls!" Nicky gasped frantically. Sweat had broken out all across his muscular body as he continued to ram his dong through her melons. Then suddenly Nicky knew that he could wait no longer. He felt his ball juice, rumbling and foaming down in his balls and getting ready to blast out the hole in his cock.
"Oh, shit, Diane!" he gasped crazily. "This is it, baby!"
"Are you going to come?" she groaned passionately. At the same time, she increased the speed of her thrusts in and out of his steamy shit-chute.
"Any second now, baby. Any second, now!" Nicky gasped in reply. He continued to ram his swollen penis endlessly back and forth between the young girl's greasy tits. Every muscle in his body strained, and sweat dripped from his body onto Diane's squirming flesh beneath him. At the same time Nicky found himself working his ass muscles over the fingers rammed up his clammy shit-chute. He tightened and loosened his sphincter over and over as Diane worked her busy fingers in and out of the slippery orifice.
"Oh, baby, just keep finger-fucking my ass-hole 'cause I'm gonna shoot my come any minute!" Nick cried out in the very throes of orgasmic passion.
"Then shoot it, Nicky. Hurry!" Diane screamed back at him. He knew that she, too, was beside herself with passion even though he did not have his ten-inch dong stuffed up her cunny.
Suddenly, Nick realized that the moment of truth had arrived. like a bursting steam pipe, he felt the pressing of the fiery hot gism come surging up through his shaft and collect in the fist-like head of his penis. The sensation worked its way up from the very tips of his toes. He dug his feet into the grass on either side of Diane's writhing body.
"Oh, baby, get ready, because I'm going to shoot it! Here it comes, baby! Here it comes!" Nicky gasped hysterically as his come-load got ready to spurt.
"Then shoot it, Nicky! Shoot it all over me!" Diane gasped crazily. She worked her fingers faster and faster up and down through the fevered entrance to his smelly ass-hole. At the same time she closed her eyes and began to twist and writhe like the rising and falling waves of the ocean as Nicky rode her belly.
"Work that finger, baby!" Nicky panted like a rabid animal. "Keep working that finger in and out of my butt! It feels absolutely crazy! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" He worked his meat back and forth between her glistening melons, digging his thumbs and fingers into the pink nipples as he forced the tits together to provide pressure against his penis.
All of a sudden, it happened. Nick threw back his head and screamed out in animal-like gasps of orgasmic ecstasy. His voice broke as he moaned, and his hairy legs shook violently as he was seized by his climax. He rammed his meat forward so that the entire length of his ten-inch shaft was buried deep in the flesh of Diane's greasy tits. His cock let loose with spurt after spurt of fiery-hot white gism. It spurted in big creamy arcs across Diane's neck and face. Huge gobs of pearly come landed in hot splats all across her chin and lips.
"Oh, Nicky! Shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it all!
The whorey young coed screamed violently as Nick emptied the contents of his fevered balls.
"Oh, fuck, baby! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Nick panted and gasped wildly. His entire musculature shook and was rent with spasms of delight.
"Give it all to me, Nicky! Shoot it all over me!" Diane cried out to him. She rammed her fingers faster and harder in and out of his tightening butt hole.
Meanwhile, Nick had let go of her boobs, and they were now bouncing and heaving in front of his spasming meat. He had allowed his hands to drop wearily to his side as he was overtaken by his furious climax. His hips bucked and jerked crazily back and forth each time his penis let go with a spurt of white-hot ball cream right into Diane's face. She had closed her eyes and was thrashing her head back and forth, her red hair flying crazily. She continued to ram her digit in and out of his hairy shit canal, completely caught up in the pleasures of finger-fucking the stud who was shooting his wad into her eyes.
"Shit, baby! I can't stop!" Nick bellowed quasi-deliriously as his penis pumped masses of thick oozy come all over Diane's chin and lips, and down across her neck and breasts. She had brought her other hand to her tits and was wiping the hot sperm in big creamy circles all across her white breasts, working it into her flesh along with the oily suntan cream.
"Just keep pumping it, Nicky! Keep shooting all over me. I want to be flooded with your come!" the young tart panted wildly.
Diane ground her fingers into the pink flesh of her tits, mashing her rosy nipples, making them more taut than they already were. Even in the midst of his own orgasm, Nick was aware of the fact that Diane was getting turned on herself. She was bucking her hips upwards and then downwards as though she had his cock rammed up her creaming cunny. Her body, also, was covered with small beads of sweat. Then he felt his cock blast one final surging gob of cream right into the center of Diane's mouth through her parted lips. Her tongue darted from inside and licked the sweet nut juice from her lips. She slurped it hungrily inside, where she swallowed it all down. Nick knew that the trampy slut loved the flavor of hot come. Diane Sandeman always loved to swallow down the gism after some guy blasted his juice into her mouth.
Suddenly, Nick began to moan in exhausted sighs of delirium and he knew that the orgasmic trial was over. His hands and well-muscled arms dangled like wet dish rags at his side as he crouched over Diane's nude twisting flesh. He felt every ounce of strength and energy drain from his body, and he simply sat there. Nick was totally mesmerized from his having come so violently into her face. His breathing came in short animal-like pants and he groaned wearily. At the same time, Diane continued to ram her fingers in and out of his fevered ass-hole, totally caught up in her own bliss.
"Oh, Nicky! I think I'm coming, too!" Diane screamed out suddenly. She parted her lips and opened her eyes wide as she writhed and twisted frantically beneath Nick's exhausted body.
Nick managed to open his eyes and look down at her as she arched her back and spread her legs as far apart as she could. Then crazily, Nicky looked around for the tube of suntan lotion. He reached across to the spot on the soft green grass where he had tossed it earlier. Grasping it firmly, he reached behind his back as he straddled her body and forced it between her legs. Then he looked back at her startled face and smiled down at her like a vicious young animal.
"Baby, you're gonna come like you never came before," he laughed at her. Then he crammed the entire tube through her tender pussy lips and all the way up into her reeling cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Nicky!!!! I've got to confess. It's all true," Diane said as she combed her hair in the front seat of Nick's convertible as it raced back to campus.
"What is, baby?" he asked, looking at her briefly. He gripped fiercely at the steering wheel as he drove.
""What they say back at Madison. You know, that you're an animal and all that," Diane replied. She placed her comb back in the purse and set it down on the floor. Then she folded her legs beneath her ass and curled up next to Nick as he drove. She held onto his muscular arms and she snuggled next to his strong body. Nick could feel her fingers kneading and massaging the hard muscle of his biceps beneath the material of his shirt.
"Do you think I'm an animal, too, Diane?" he asked her. He adjusted his sunglasses, awaiting her reply. Diane looked up at him and grinned lasciviously and squeezed his arm.
"Yes, Nick. It's true. You're really brutal. But that's the kind of man I like," she replied.
"Oh, yeah?" Nick asked.
"Yes. I loved it when you came all over my breasts and my face," the young tart confessed hungrily. She licked her lips remembering that only moments earlier she had been drenched with Nick's come.
"Did you like it when I put the suntan lotion bottle up your cunt?" he asked crudely. He knew that she had loved every animalistic moment of it. But he wanted to hear the whorey tramp confess.
"Of course, Nicky. It felt just like a greasy dick," Diane replied with a smirk.
"Better than my cock?" Nick asked.
"Of course not, dopey," Diane kidded him. "That was no ten-inch bottle." They both laughed crudely at his smart-ass remark.
Half an hour later, Nicky Blake neatly swerved his ostentatious convertible through the ivy-covered gates of Madison College, and roared loudly down the Inner Campus Drive to Diane's dormitory. He parked outside the mammoth steel and green glass edifice, leaving the motor running. Then he turned and took off his sunglasses, looking intently at the trashy coed sitting next to him in the seat.
"Well, Diane, I really had a good time out at the lake," Nick said.
"So did I, Nicky," Diane replied, running her fingernail so over the bulge that his huge organ made in the crotch of his pants.
"When do I see you again?" he responded seriously.
"When you get it up again, Nick," Diane replied lustily as she stroked his stiffening cock.
"No. Seriously, Diane. When?" Nick asked. He reached over and stuck his virile hand up her one-piece wool-knit dress.
"How about tonight?" Diane replied with a small grin crossing her pretty pink face. She stroked her red hair with one hand as she tickled Nick's meat with the other.
"For fucking," Nick said deliberately, trying to elicit a positive response. Diane smiled at him and laughed, throwing back her head and closing her eyes.
"Oh, you're so fucking horny, Nicky Blake, that I can hardly believe it," Diane chuckled. But Nick was not amused by her reaction. He squeezed her thigh rudely beneath her dress.
"Ouch!" Diane yelped suddenly.
"Look, cunt. Don't get smart-assed with me," Nick growled at her. She shoved his hand away from under her dress.
"All right! All right, Nicky," Diane snapped back at him, "You don't have to hurt me. I don't like boys that are mean to me."
"Only animals, huh?" Nick replied sarcastically. Diane glared at him angrily and then turned and opened the door of the car. She looked back at him seriously before she got out.
"Nicky, you know that you're a real shit," she observed candidly. Nick found himself wincing momentarily at this revelation of his true character. But then he felt annoyed at having it pointed out to him.
"Well, fuck you, cunt!" he shouted at her.
"Nicky, please. Let's not fight. I was only kidding you," Diane pleaded. There was a look of real desperation in her eyes. Nick realized that Diane Sandeman may have thought that since she was a slut, she could act tough. But he got the feeling that deep down inside, she was as pliable as putty.
"You better have been," Nick snarled back at her. She squeezed and groped hungrily at his stiffening penis as she looked at him.
"Oh, yes, Nicky. Please, don't be mad at me," she begged. Nick realized that Diane had really been hooked that morning by his ten-inch cockmeat. He knew she would be willing to do anything to make sure that he kept screwing her cock-hungry box.
"All right, I'm not angry. But you just better watch what you say from now on. Everybody on campus knows that you're a slut, but you don't have to act like one all the time," Nick chastised the grief-stricken young girl. Tears came to her eyes, and her lips began to tremble as she stared woefully at his cruel face.
"Okay, you can go now," Nick said finally. He reached across the seat and opened the door all the way.
"Oh, Nicky," she whimpered. But he remained cold and totally aloof.
"Get out. I'll pick you up at eight o'clock," Nick announced patronizingly to the young tart. Diane turned and stepped outside onto the sidewalk that ran along the front of the ugly dormitory building. She slammed the door angrily as she got out. Then she looked down at Nicky and frowned.
"You really think that you're hot shit, Nicky Blake," she snickered.
"I am, baby. I am, and don't you forget it," Nick replied with total arrogance. Then he floored the big over-sized orange and white convertible and roared off towards his fraternity house.
Once inside, he went immediately to his room, not even bothering to stop and shoot the bull with the guys that were sitting in the chapter room, playing cards. He had decided to call Gilda to see what the story was. He realized that she would probably be pretty pissed off at him for having left her standing alone in the parking-lot of the Starlite Motel. But, at the same time, Nick knew that he, too, was pissed. He was sick and tired of Gilda's interminable excuses. Maybe if I let her know that I've been screwing Diane Sandeman, she'll be a little more cooperative, Nicky rationalized as he dialed Gilda's number.
"Barclay House. Mrs. Muldoon speaking," the creaky voice on the other end of the line said. It was Gilda's housemother, and Nicky was in no mood to put up with her fucking bullshit.
"Gilda Mayhew, please," Nick said coldly. He was hoping that the old battleaxe would not recognize his voice.
"Who's calling please?" the woman asked.
"This is Gilda's brother," Nicky lied cheerfully. He and every other guy on the Madison campus detested Mrs. Muldoon. She was a cunt par excellence. Her problem was that she thought she had to know everything about everybody's sex-life. And Nicky often had a sneaking suspicion that the old bat had secretly been coaching Gilda as to how to ward off his advances.
"Just a moment, I'll see if she's here," Mrs. Muldoon replied. Then Nicky heard a clunking noise on the other end as the gnarled witch dropped the receiver rudely onto a table while she went to fetch Gilda. A few moments later she returned to the phone.
"Hello?! This is Mrs. Muldoon whoever you are. Miss Mayhew says that she doesn't have a brother. Are you making threatening phone calls?! Well?! Who is this?!" she demanded raucously.
"This is Nicky Blake. Let me talk to Gilda," Nick replied valiantly.
"Oh! So it's you, young man! You should be ashamed of yourself!!! Leaving a poor defenseless girl stranded on the highway. Shame on you!!" the housemother lectured him.
"Mrs. Muldoon. Look. Cut the shit, and put Gilda on please," Nick asked reasonably.
"Really, young man! I should have you reported to the Dean. You're really very rude," the housemother raved. By this point Nick found himself really getting irritated.
"Look, lady, it's none of your damn business!!" he screamed into the mouth piece of the telephone. Then there was a long pause and he heard Gilda's voice in the background.
"Hello, Nick?" Gilda asked.
"Yes. Hi, Gilda. I wanted to call and find out..." Nick began. But he was cut-off in mid-sentence.
"Look, Nicky Blake. Leaving me alone this morning is absolutely unpardonable. I hate you!! I hate you! I never want to see you again," she began to scream. Then Nick heard her burst into' tears and start sobbing violently.
"Gilda!" he pleaded. Then he heard her hang up. the telephone. Nick replaced the receiver in the cradle and sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Fuck her!!" he shouted suddenly as loud as he could. He heard hoots and whistles come from the neighboring rooms. But he really didn't give a shit any more. His not having been able to ever screw Gilda Mayhew had been a great source of annoyance to him. It had also hurt his pride in his reputation as being one of the biggest studs on campus. But after the confrontation at the Starlite Motel that morning, and after screwing Diane Sandeman at the lake, the only thing Nick cared about at the moment was shooting his load. Anywhere. Just thinking about it made him horny. He soon realized that his cock was getting hard once again inside his pants.
Nick arose from his bed and crossed the floor. He shut and locked the door carefully and then walked to his dresser. Opening the top drawer, he scrounged around through his clean white boxer shorts until his hands found what they were searching for. He pulled out a stack of 'dirty' magazines that contained full-color photographs of men and women screwing and sucking each other in all kinds of strange and ingenious positions.
Oh, boy! Nicky murmured to himself as he flopped back down on his bed. He began to run his cock through the denim material of his pants. He turned the pages eagerly, staring hungrily at the sharp, clear photos of gaping cunts and stiff cocks. Slowly but surely he felt his meat grow rock hard. In response, his fingers fumbled with the zipper and he pulled it down, opening his fly. Then he dug his hand inside and began to play with his fevered tool.
Nick felt his hot sperm-juice foaming around deep inside his scrotum. He undid the top snap of his faded levis and pulled them from around his muscular buns until his entire groin and ass were exposed. Placing his right hand on his massive shaft, he began the slow rhythmic pounding that his cock had endured these many years since he had first begun beating off at age twelve.
He grasped firmly at the fleshy skin that ran the length of his over-sized tool. Then he increased the firmness and the speed of the pumping motion. As the feelings of his approaching load-shooting began to overtake him, Nick spread his legs into a wide V, bending them slightly at the knee. He made great pelvic thrusts upwards with his hips simulating coital movements. He raised his well-muscled buttocks right off the mattress as he ground and shoved his dong into an imaginary hole. Suddenly, he began to feel his come sloshing around at the head of his meat. He felt the fiery-hot load rush through the shaft and collect in the head. "Shit!" Nick shouted lustfully. He pumped his cock furiously up and down. The massive head of his dong shone a bright purplish-red at this point. The entire length of the tool began to palpitate visibly the harder that Nicky pumped it.
Boy, am I gonna fuck hot pussy tonight!
Nicky gasped to himself as he pumped furiously at his distended cock meat. He threw back his head and closed his eyes as he felt his body being overtaken by his orgasm. Nick arched his back upwards over the mattress of his bed. He clamped his fist hard over his fevered penis and moaned out into the silence of the room. Great white arcs of come went flying out from the end of his pecker and splatted down over the crotch and pant-legs of his levis.
"Oh, holy fuck!" Nicky gasped excitedly as he squeezed the very last drops of the sticky come-load from his tool. Great drops of the creamy gism oozed in a sticky mass from the hole in the very tip of his mammoth dong. Then Nick felt his body begin to relax as his orgasm was completed. He dropped his weight back onto the bed. Then he thrust one arm wearily across his forehead and gasped frantically for air. His breathing came in big irregular heaving sighs as he tried to fill his lungs with oxygen. His hairy chest was dripping with sweat and little droplets had formed on the coarse mat of blonde hair that covered his pectorals and muscular belly.
Nicky opened his eyes and began to think back on the day's events. His fingers roamed to his thighs, exposed to the knees. He ran his fingers through the creamy ball-juice that was still hot from his orgasm. He stroked the tips of his fingers through the gooey stuff absent-mindedly as visions of Diane's throbbing cunt hole flashed invitingly through his mind. Fuck Gilda! Nicky remarked to himself. His fingers roamed to his sweaty balls and he began to squeeze and knead them as he daydreamed. I felt so fucking confused! Nick acknowledged to himself as he lay there on the bed playing with his dong and nuts. He realized that he really felt bad about having left Gilda standing in the parking lot of the Starlite Motel that morning. But on the other hand, he also realized that he had invested a lot of emotional energy into their relationship. But he was pissed off at the same time. Absolutely sick and tired of her constant excuses for not allowing him to screw her hot little twat. That's why he was determined to whore it up with the campus slut, Diane Sandeman. If nothing else, at least he would get in some good fucking and cunt-lapping before trying to straighten out things with Gilda once and for all.
About eight o'clock that evening, Nick pulled up in front of Diane's dormitory in his big orange and white convertible. He parked the flashy vehicle right at the entrance, in a "No Parking" zone, and left the motor running. Then he got out of the car and hurried inside the building.
There were all kinds of students standing around, happily chattering away and secretly anticipating an eventful Friday night on the campus. A night filled with lots of screwing, cock-sucking, cunt-lapping, and anything else that was depraved and novel. No doubt about it, college students are the horniest fucking people in the world, Nick mused to himself as he hurried up to the reception desk. He threw his keys onto the black and white Italian marble counter and spoke briskly to the good-looking girl standing behind it.
"Good evening, doll. Listen. Buzz Diane Sandeman, please," Nick said with a smart-assed grin on his handsome face.
"What room is she in?" the doe-eyed girl asked as she fumbled with the intercom.
"6A, I think," Nick replied. Shit, you ought to know, Nick said to himself as he watched the girl pick up the telephone. He reasoned that since Diane was the most popular whore on the entire Madison College campus that everyone should have had her room number memorized by heart.
"She'll be down in a minute," the receptionist said finally.
"I know," Nicky said sarcastically. He was thinking of her reputation for being the easiest lay in the whole school. Then Nick strolled over to the lounge and flopped down in a big red leather chair to await Diane's appearance.
"Hi, Nicky," Diane said casually as she came sauntering sensuously into the waiting lounge. She walked over to the chair where Nicky was sitting and sat down on the arm. She reached down and placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed it hungrily. Nick looked up into her face and smiled eagerly. He could feel his cock already getting nard in anticipation of being stuffed up Diane Sandeman's infamously big and sloshy pussy. Nick smiled back at her and got up. He looked around the room and noticed that most of the other men in the room who were waiting for their dates were staring at him. He chuckled with smug satisfaction to himself as he took hold of Diane's ear. He saw that they all knew he was taking out Diane that night for a hot night of fucking. Crap, what a fucking little whore, Nicky thought to himself as he dragged Diane from the waiting area and out to his waiting convertible.
"How are you tonight, Nicky?" Diane asked casually as they strolled to his car. Nick opened the door of his car and motioned to her.
"Get in," he smirked. Diane flashed him an evil grin and Nick felt his meat beginning to throb in his groin.
"Where are we going tonight, Nicky?" Diane inquired. She buckled up her safety belt and turned to Nick.
"To the drive-in, Diane," Nick answered. He got into the front seat behind the steering wheel and slammed the door. He knew that there might be a better show in the car that night than on the screen.
"Oh, goody," Diane squealed excitedly. Nick looked at her and smiled salaciously. Diane was wearing another one-piece dress. He figured that she realized they showed off her fabulous body really well. But Nick also figured that Diane liked them because every guy that wanted to could get his fingers up under it and into her pussy as easily as possible. Especially since the whorey little slut never wore underwear. Just the thought of that fact excited Nicky unbearably, as he drove out of town to the drive-in.
"What's the picture that we're going to see, Nicky?" Diane inquired earnestly.
"Curse of the Planetoids," Nicky replied rather matter-of-factly. He looked over at Diane and leered at her boobs as they jutted proudly from her dress. She was staring at him and had a distressed look on her face.
"What is it baby?" Nicky asked sympathetically.
"Oh, Nicky! Why do we have to go see that horrible film? You know I hate monster pictures," Diane whined. She reached her hand across the car seat and placed it on his thigh. Then she ran her fingernails up and down his legs and down into his crotch. Nick felt his meat growing hotter by the second as Diane tickled his crotch.
"Well, we don't have to," Nicky explained. He had planned it that way, though. He knew that Diane would not want to see the movie. Therefore, knowing that she would reject the proposal, Nick had planned to suggest that they just go to his fraternity house and watch some television.
"Well, Diane. Why don't we get some beer and just go to my fraternity house and watch some television," Nicky suggested with a calculated grin crossing his handsome face. He searched her eyes for a response. He knew that he could get her to spread her legs for him easily if he plied her with some liquor and sweet-talk.
"Oh, that sounds like a lot more fun," Diane replied with a little smile. She squeezed his thigh, and Nicky felt his stiffening penis begin to palpitate like crazy. He was ready to unzip his fly right there behind the wheel and let the slutty tramp suck him off. But he played it cool. He had had enough dull cock-sucking with Gilda. What he really wanted, and needed, was to feel his ten-inch shaft rammed all the way into a fresh piece of hot cunny flesh.
"Good! We'll drive around town for a while and then go to my frat house," Nick explained. He wanted to delay as long as possible. He knew that since it was Friday night that most of his fraternity brothers would be gone. The whole house would be empty. They would have the television room all to themselves for a fantastic and totally uninhibited round of fucking and sucking.
"Oh, it's so big," Diane Sandeman squealed with surprise as they walked through the entry-way of the big colonial-style fraternity house.
"That's what you said about my cock this morning at the lake," Nick added sarcastically.
Diane flashed him a dirty look and then walked over to him. She smiled at him, and with her fingers, reached down to his groin and groped his rock-hard dong through the material of his pants.
"Well, it's true, you bastard," she smirked. Then she turned away and tossed her purse onto a nearby chair.
"Okay, Nicky, why don't you take me on a guided tour of this place," she asked. Her eyes surveyed the foyer and the chapter room quickly. Then she looked back at Nick and took hold of his hand.
"Well, Diane. This is the entryway, and ... "Nick remarked casually, waving his hand about.
"But what about these pictures on the walls?" Diane asked earnestly. She pointed to the yellowing photographs in gilded frames that lined the walls.
"Well, what about them?" Nicky asked. He walked up to the spot where she was standing and placed the palm cf his hand across her firm little ass.
"Point them out to me. I'm really interested," Diane quipped. Nicky could tell that she was putting him on. She wanted to get hold of his cock as soon as possible and he knew it all too well.
"Well, Diane, there's this one, and this one, and that one over there," Nicky remarked pointing casually with his finger and massaging her ass with his other hand.
Diane looked at him and let go with a little chuckle.
"Oh, Nicky, you're such a tease," she squealed with a little laugh of merriment.
"Would you like to see the television room?" Nicky asked rather lasciviously. He stood directly behind her and rubbed his bulging crotch up and down over her backside, pressing his swollen organ against her buttocks.
"Oh, yes, Nick. I want to see everything you've got," Diane replied. A salacious grin graced her pouting lips. She placed her little finger in the corner of her mouth and smiled at him as she turned.
"You will, baby. You will. Come on." Nick grabbed her hand and led her down one of the darkened hallways of the huge old mansion.
"Gee, Nicky, it's awfully quiet tonight. Where is everybody?" Diane inquired.
"Oh, it's Friday night," Nick replied with mock surprise. "Nobody stays around this place on a Friday night."
"Oh, I see," Diane replied. She followed him through a doorway into the television room.
Nick released his grip on her hand and switched on one of the lights. Then he walked to the television and turned it on. He looked back at Diane as he stooped over to adjust the raggedy picture.
"What do you want to watch, baby?" Nick asked as he fiddled with the control knob.
"Oh, I really don't care, Nicky," Diane replied. She plopped down in the big stuffed sofa that sat directly before the screen. Nicky adjusted the picture.
"Is that all right?" he asked, looking back at Diane. She smiled at him and held out her hand.
"Yes, Nicky. It's fine. The sound is just right," she remarked coolly. Nicky looked at her and laughed as he stood up. He scratched his crotch and stared at her with a big grin crossing his handsome face.
"But there's no sound, Diane," he stated with a tone of surprise in his voice. He took hold of her hands and sat down on the sofa next to her.
"I know, Nicky. I said that it was just right. The only thing I want to hear is your breathing, Nicky," Diane replied salaciously. She began to fiddle with the top button of his white dress shirt. She undid it as Nick relaxed. Then she worked her nimble fingers down the entire row undoing each button until Nicky's shirt was open to the waist. Diane smiled at him and ran her hand inside. Nicky felt her fingers groping and massaging the hairy flesh of his chest hungrily.
"How does it feel, baby?" Nick inquired. He spread his legs a little further apart as he slumped on the sofa. He was hoping that the next thing that Diane would undo would be the top button of his pants. He felt his cock throbbing in anticipation of being stuffed into Diane's creaming cunny hole.
"Oh, Nick, you're such an arrogant guy.
You have a beautiful body too, you know it very well," Diane remarked. Nicky felt her lingers toy with the strands of blonde hair that grew in circles around the nipples of his pectoral muscles.
"Yeah, I guess, you're right, baby," Nicky replied haughtily. He turned and embraced Diane, pulling her jutting tits harshly against his open shirt-front. He mashed his lips against hers and darted his tongue into her mouth. He ran the tip of it over her teeth. He met her tongue with his own and they began to kiss and lick at each other's probing flesh.
"Oh, Nicky. You are a bastard, but I can't resist your body," Diane moaned into his ear. That excited Nick even more. He ran his hand up under her dress. His fingers squeezed and massaged the milky-white flesh of her inner thighs as he worked his way up to her juicing twat box.
"Oh, Nicky, I want to make love. I want to feel you inside me," Diane moaned as Nick's fingers tickled her twitching pussy lips. Nicky clamped the palm of his hand over her cunt and pushed. Then he rubbed his hand up and down over the sloshing hole, savoring the flavor of the red pussy hairs grinding against him. He began to nibble at Diane's earlobe as he methodically lowered her into a prone position on the sofa.
"Nicky, I want to feel your body on top of me," Diane gasped excitedly. Her fingers continued to pull and tickle the little aureoles of blonde hair that grew across Nicky's well-muscled pectorals. He looked into her face and smiled.
"But Diane, I thought that you wanted to watch television this evening," he commented sarcastically. Then he felt Diane's nimble fingers work their way to his groin. Diane squeezed his distended penis through the material of his pants and looked into his eyes. She parted her sensuous lips slightly and spoke.
"I think we can put on a performance of our own right here," Diane snickered.
CHAPTER SIX
"Dog-style, huh?" Nicky asked, rubbing his chin. He leered animalistically as Diane knelt before him, squeezing and playing with his cock. She looked up into his face hungrily.
"Yes, Nicky. I've never had it done to me that way before," she confessed. Then she placed her mouth back over Nick's hard cock and sucked at it longingly in hard passionate slurps. Nick felt his come foaming and burning inside his hairy scrotum as he became increasingly sexually excited. And the sight of Diane Sandeman blowing his meat in front of the television set made him feel like he was going to shoot the biggest, juiciest come-load ever. He threw back his head and rested it against the back of the sofa. His hands went to Diane's hair and he ran his fingers up and down through her golden-red locks. Her mouth continued to pump up and down his penis as it stuck out through the open fly of his still-buttoned pants. Diane's hands were clasped firmly around the swollen organ, holding it like a big lollipop, and occasionally she licked the purple head.
"Nicky," Diane said as she pulled the mighty dong from between her lips. He looked down at her, opening his weary eyes.
"Yes? What is it?" Nick replied.
"I want to prove to you that you can master me," Diane explained. Nick looked at her curiously.
"What exactly do you mean, baby?" he responded.
"I mean that I'm the type of a woman who loves to surrender totally to a man's desires," Diane confessed. Her eager fingers continued to rub the foreskin of his cock up and down over the head as she spoke.
"You mean you want to be a sex slave or something?" Nicky inquired with a puzzled expression crossing his handsome face. Diane did not reply immediately. Her mouth went back to the bulging purple head of his root.
Then she darted her tongue from her mouth and licked fiercely at the sensitive skin. In response, Nicky almost involuntarily thrust his hips upward and slightly forward towards her face. He clenched his teeth and began to breathe heavily. His fingers clutched frantically at Diane's hair.
"Oh, baby, suck it, suck it," Nick moaned excitedly.
Diane's head pumped furiously up and down over the glistening cock meat that was stuffed into her hungry mouth. Suddenly, Nick realized that he was about to come. He placed both hands on the side of Diane's head and pulled her mouth from his throbbing organ. He looked into her passionate eyes.
"Look, I'm too close. I don't want to come yet," he explained to her.
"Well, I don't want you to come in my mouth anyway, Nicky," Diane added. She lowered her hand to his nut-pouch and groped his hairy balls.
"You never answered my question," Nick remarked.
"What question?" Diane replied. She tickled his nuts with her fingernails.
"I want you to be my sex slave, Diane. You told me that you like to be dominated," Nick answered her.
"That's right, Nicky. You're such an animal and so brutal. I want you to fuck me like a dog," Diane confessed. She had a somewhat distressed look on her face as though her confession were something that she were really ashamed of. Nicky picked it up. He took a hold of her head by the chin and looked seriously into her troubled eyes.
"So you want it dog-style, huh?" he asked.
"Yes!" Diane snapped. Nick knew that somehow she resented having to ask him.
"Look, baby, don't be hostile. I'll fuck you like that if you want. I like it myself. I'm a real animal anyway," Nick confessed to her.
Diane did not reply but simply looked nervously into his face. Then she lowered her mouth back to the throbbing cock she was clutching in her hand. She took a few nips at the head of the massive dong and then sucked it.
"Okay, Nicky, I want you to take me. Take me like an animal. I want to be fucked like a dog," Diane pleaded as she sat on the floor.
"Stripped?" Nicky asked arrogantly as he began to slip hurriedly out of his white dress-shirt.
"Any way that you want to do it, Nicky, I don't care," Diane replied. Then she lay down on the thick carpeting on the floor of the television room and began to roll around sensuously. Her dress was pulled up to mid-thigh. She spread her legs suggestively as she looked up at Nick and smiled. Then she reached out her hand to him, beckoning him to join her on the floor.
"Come on, Nicky," she pleaded, "I want to feel your body on top of me."
In response, Nick stood up and stripped away his shirt, tossing it into a heap on the floor next to Diane's writhing body. Then he stood over her and placed his hands on his hips, staring down at her with a hungry expression. Diane spread her legs a little further apart and began to run her fingers over his calves invitingly.
"Come on, Nicky. Take off those pants," Diane begged teasingly.
"But Diane, if I take off my pants you might get all hot and bothered," Nicky quipped sarcastically. His fingers fumbled with the top snap as his exposed cock stuck out straight from the open fly, bobbing up and down.
"Take them off, Nicky. I want to see that hairy ass of yours," Diane smirked.
Nick undid the top snap of his pants and quickly peeled them from his legs. Next, he took off his underpants and tossed them into a pile along with his shirt and trousers. He was now totally nude, and his erect penis bobbed seductively up and down over Diane's body.
"Oh, Nicky, come down here. I want to play with your cock," Diane teased. She placed her fingers over the blonde hairs that grew over his muscular calves.
Nick lowered himself to alongside her writhing body. He felt her hand on his organ almost immediately as he stretched his naked torso. He lay on top of her and mashed his lips against hers, kissing her violently. He darted his tongue through her lips and ran it over the roof of her mouth and over the tips of her teeth. Then she met his tongue with her own and they pressed the moist, fevered flesh together, anticipating the feeling of his cock rammed into her cunt.
"Hmm, Nicky. That's just the way I like it," Diane moaned excitedly. She groped his penis with her fingers, rubbing the fleshy foreskin up and down the ten-inch shaft.
"That's just the way I like it, too, baby," Nick replied in a feverish tone of voice. He worked his hand beneath her dress to her under-panties and under the elastic waistband.
Diane's creaming cunny felt hot and moist to the touch, and Nick felt his cock grow even harder. Carefully, he inserted one of his fingers through the fevered pussy lips and crammed it quickly up into Diane's hole. She moaned and arched her back slightly, and Nicky realized that she was almost as hot as he was.
"Oh, Nick, I can't resist your body. You're so masculine it's almost unnerving!" Diane gasped crazily as she twisted and writhed beneath his nude flesh. Nick didn't reply. He mashed his lips back down over hers and increased the speed and strength of his finger-thrusts into her hairy twat.
"Oh, Nicky, fuck me like an animal. They all say that you're an animal. Prove it to me!" Diane screamed in the frenzy of sexual bliss. She twisted her body beneath his and began to lick the nipples of his pectorals. She kissed and laved the tanned, hairy flesh of his chest and worked her way down over his belly. There she flicked the masses of coarse blonde hair with the tip of her tongue, swirling the strands hungrily. Occasionally she bit right into the muscle, nipping and chewing at the rock-hard flesh.
Nick raised himself up on his muscular forearms and allowed Diane to take her pleasure. She twisted and squirmed under him, working her mouth further and further down his body. Nick lowered his head and looked down beneath him with a contented expression crossing his face as the little whore went wild with his body.
"That's it, Diane! Take it all!" he urged her. When she reached his stiff cock, Diane grabbed hold of it and shoved the piece of meat all the way into her throat as far as she could take it. Then she began to suck and slurp furiously at the throbbing shaft, as though it were the very first time that she had ever sucked cock.
"Oh, baby, that's it! That's it! Suck my cock!" Nick moaned, urging her on. He began to pump with her, thrusting his hips up and down over her head, ramming his ten-inch tool in and out of her grasping mouth.
"Suck it, baby! Suck the fucking come right outta my balls!" Nick panted excitedly. He felt his body break out in a heavy sweat and small beads of perspiration began to form all over his muscular stomach and chest. He pumped harder and harder, trying to send the swollen meat as far down Diane's hungry, gurgling throat as possible. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, concentrating all his efforts on stuffing the over-sized penis in and out of Diane's mouth with long, consistent strokes.
Without warning, Diane pulled the big cock from between her lips and held it still. Nick stopped his coital thrusts and glanced back down below. Diane was now once again holding his dong like a big all-day sucker and was lapping her tongue up and down over the purplish head. At the same time, she squeezed the meaty shaft with her fists urging it on to get harder and harder.
"Oh, baby, eat my meat," Nicky encouraged her as he watched the entire scene with renewed excitement. Diane began to nibble at the area of skin just below her head. Nicky knew that she realized that it was the most sensitive part of his cock and that she was driving him crazy with each nip. She ran her teeth over and over on the touchy hot skin just under the knob of his penis, chewing and laving it fiercely.
"Oh, Diane, keep on doing it!" Nick yelled out frantically. He felt his entire being overtaken by sexual arousal.
Meanwhile, Diane continued to bite at the long blue vein that ran the entire length of Nick's oversized cock. She gulped and sucked crazily at the swollen pecker, running her tongue crazily up and down the sides, making the entire pole glisten with saliva as it reflected the light coming from the television. She took his hairy balls into her hands and began to suck and bite at the wrinkled flesh. She sucked maddeningly at the hairy scrotum as it flopped around in her hands. She attempted to shove both of the hairy nuts between her lips, but it was all to no avail. Nick's sweaty bull-balls were just too damn big.
"Nicky, your balls are huge!" Diane squealed excitedly from his groin.
"Then just suck one of them," Nick suggested salaciously. But he was really beyond caring what he said to the little whore. His ball-juice was about to squirt and that was all that mattered.
Diane managed to suck one of the huge baseball-sized nuts into her mouth. Nicky let out a great animal-like moan of pleasure as he felt Diane's fevered tongue laving and licking at the hair that grew all across his massive scrotal sac.
"That's it, Diane! Bite the fucking hair off my balls!" Nicky panted, now wild with passion. Diane swirled her wet tongue around and around over the hairy nut, soaking the blonde hairs. Then she drew a few up with her teeth. With a sudden jerk of her head, she yanked them right from the skin.
"Fuck! That's it, baby! That's it! Bite my nuts!" Nick screamed out into the darkness of the room. He felt waves of pleasure and pain go surging through his quaking loins.
Diane released the ball from her mouth, and it went swinging back between Nick's hairy thighs. Then she crammed his throbbing man-tool back into her mouth and began sucking at it furiously. She sent the head of the massive pole all the way down her throat until she practically gagged. She buried her face into the pubic hairs of his groin as she attempted vainly to shove the entire ten inches of stud cock meat through her lips. But her labors were doomed to failure. Nicholas Blake's fabled organ was just too damn big.
But it was okay. Nick realized that if he allowed her to keep sucking and laving his penis that he would shoot his wad into her mouth. And that was exactly what he did not want to do. Finally, he recognized that his nerves could not stand her cocksucking any longer. He reached down to his groin and pulled his meaty organ from between her lips.
"No, baby, no. We've got to cool it. Otherwise I'm gonna shoot my load," Nick gasped wearily. He felt every muscle in his body strain against his on-coming orgasm.
Diane didn't speak for a moment but continued to play with his massive balls, pinching and groping them with her fingers.
"Fuck me then, Nick! Fuck me animal-style. Please! I've never been screwed that way before," Diane begged desperately as she fondled his scrotum.
"Are you sure that's how you want it, baby?" Nicky teased her.
"Yes! Yes! Please, Nick, don't be cruel to me! All the girls told me what an animal you are, and that's the kind of sex that I like! Please, be an animal, Nicky! Abuse me! Take advantage of me! That's what I want from you! Diane began to scream wildly. She was totally caught up in the throes of primitive sex.
"Okay, baby, then you're gonna get it like a dog," Nick snarled, suddenly turning rather vindictive. Nick himself was surprised at his callous attitude. But then he realized that if Diane Sandeman enjoyed being such a little whore and the campus slut, all he could feel for her was contempt.
On the other hand, Nick was smart enough to see that he was taking out his frustration at not having been able to screw Gilda all these years.
Nick raised his body over Diane and grabbed her ankles. Then he lifted them up into the air and spread them wide apart. He glanced down at her, the red pubic hairs peeping out from around her soggy panties.
"Spread your legs a little further," Nick ordered. He felt his cock beginning to palpitate as he stared at her crotch. Diane grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it up so that it was around her waist. She was now naked from the waist down except for her little undies.
"Oh, Nicky! Please, hurry!" she moaned excitedly. Nick grabbed the panties and ran his hands inside them, tickling and groping her pussy. As Diane's feet rested on his shoulders, Nick pulled the underwear from around her waist. He tugged them down her legs and off her feet, tossing them into the pile with his clothing.
Nick glanced back at Diane's throbbing twat box. Her moist pussy lips were gaping open and the juicy cunt walls of her vagina were sparkling with cunny sap in the light reflected from the television set. She began to writhe and twist, moaning softly and clawing at the carpeting. Nick rammed one of his fingers into her muff. He pushed it in and pulled it out over and over again, knowing that it would stimulate her vagina and get it ready to receive his mammoth tool.
"Oh, Nicky, I feel so hot and whorey," Diane gasped insanely as she rolled her eyes upwards, savoring the intense pleasure coming from Nick's finger stuck in her hole.
"Baby, you are. Let me tell you, you are," Nick gasped in reply. His naked body was still covered with beads of sweat and every muscle stood out taut and ready to take Diane like a stud takes a bitch in heat.
"Do it to me, Nicky. Come on, please! Do it to me like a dog! Be an animal to me! Hurt me, Nicky," Diane sobbed pleadingly. She rolled and gyrated her hips up into his face.
"First, baby, I want to taste this little pussy of yours," Nick replied crudely.
"Then suck me, Nicky! Yes! Yes, I want to feel your lips on my vagina!" Diane panted excitedly. She squeezed her legs together around his neck and raised her little pink ass right off his lap.
Nick decided to give the little slut everything he had. Not only because he was so damn horny and aroused, but also because he was flattered. Diane had complimented him by telling him all about the rumors of his being a crude and relentless animal when it came to sex. And those were the kind of rumors that he wanted to circulate. He wanted all the girls on campus to know that he was a total stud. Hot and ready all the time for any piece of ass that might come his way.
"Eat me, Nicky! Eat me!" Diane moaned crazily. Nick lowered his head to her crotch and began to lick and kiss the inner softness of her thighs. At the same time he continued to plunge his probing digit in and out of her creaming cunny. And it was really beginning to cream. The stimulation had caused her muff to let loose with a virtual torrent of cunt sap. Her cock-hungry pussy was now a sloshing, fevered swamp, ready for his meat.
Crazy with desire, Nick ran his hands up under Diane's dress, shoving the rest of it all the way up her body until it was practically around her breasts. He cupped the cheeks of her ass in the palms of his hands, and lifted her creaming twat right up to his mouth. He rammed his face into her pussy and clamped his lips directly over the lips of her muff. Then he began to suck savagely, menacingly at the creaming hole.
"That's it, Nicky! Oh, do it to me! I love it!" Diane began to sob, totally overwhelmed with ecstasy. She arched her back and dug her fingers into the muscular flesh of Nick's thighs. She spread her legs further apart trying to get him to ram his entire mouth into the inner recesses of her twat. She writhed and moaned, twisting and turning in the throes of erotic bliss as Nicky ate her cunt. Then quite unexpectedly, he worked both of his hands to her muff. Carefully, he parted the lips of her pussy, revealing the moist, juicy flesh of her cunt canal. Nick's eyes gleamed with excitement as he stared hungrily at the exposed cunt meat.
"Eat it, Nicky! Eat it!" Diane squealed. She was watching him pervertedly, waiting for him to ram his hot tongue into her burning bush. Instead, he dug his fingers further up her twat, exposing more and more of her creaming vagina. Finally, he exposed her throbbing clitoris. The fleshy pink love button was completely erect. Nick smiled and began to laugh to himself.
"Oh, baby, try this on for size," Nick snickered. Then he lowered his mouth directly over her hole and began to flick her clit with the very tip of his tongue.
Upon contact with the sensitive flesh, Diane screamed out ecstatically and dug her nails into the hard muscles of Nick's naked legs. He winced slightly, but continued to lick and lave the little tendril of meat. He worked his tongue faster and faster over her clit in deep circular motions trying to arouse her into a state of total frenzy.
"Nick! Lick me! Oh, Nicky, Nicky," Diane sobbed. Tears of joy and pain mixed together began to roll down her cheeks as she pumped her cunt box up and down over Nick's probing tongue. He pulled his face from her muff and leered at her.
"You getting ah juiced up, baby?" he asked her crudely. Then he jammed his hands and fingers deeper into her cunt, widening the hole and exposing more of the sensitive cunt tunnel.
"Oh, yes, Nicky, oh, yes!" she wailed blissfully.
Nick shoved his hand back under her ass and raised her creaming tortoni back up to his face. Then he rammed his mouth back into her vagina and began to suck like crazy the sloshing orifice. He sucked savagely at her hole like a beast gone wild. And indeed he was. But he knew that was the way she wanted it. Little Diane wanted total animal sex-savagery and all.
"Nicky! I think I'm coming! Oh, yes, I'm coming! I'm coming," Diane began to moan. Her eyes shot upwards and her lips parted. Her body became tense and she began to thrash her head from side to side on the floor. Nick sucked and slurped furiously at her vagina, licking up all the exploding pussy juices. He swallowed them all down greedily. He was determined to give her not only the best fuck on campus, but also the best suck. And if anyone knew how to eat pussy, it was Nicky Blake. As a matter of fact, his fraternity brothers called him "Chicken man" because he ate so much of it.
"Oh, Nicky, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Diane gasped crazily all of a sudden. Nick felt Diane's back arch. Her legs began to make wild scissor-like kicking motions down his backside as he ate her cunt. In response, Nick began to suck more fiercely at the fevered orifice, nipping and biting at the tiny distended clitoris.
"Oh! Oh! Nicky. Nicky," Diane droned crazily as she was overtaken by her orgasm. Her back arched and her lips parted. She screamed out into the blackness of the darkened room, making gurgling animal noises.
Her cunt let loose with a blast of pussy juice. Nick responded by slurping them all up as fast as he could. But he was unable to contain all the creamy cunt sap that was dripping from Diane's juicing muff. Some of the love mayonnaise dripped down his chin and ran off the end, falling into the coarse blonde hair that covered his muscular chest.
It was all that Nick could do to keep himself from shooting his load as Diane came in his mouth. He bit and licked at her clit until her screaming and writhing subsided somewhat. As he clutched at her heaving buttocks, Nick could tell that the whorey tramp was beginning to relax. Her body felt less tense and she began to gasp insanely for air. But she was still thrashing her head back and forth from side to side on the carpeting. Her fingers continued to grope and claw at the hairy flesh of his naked thighs. As a matter of fact, the lust-ridden young girl had even drawn blood.
"Nicky, Nicky, Nicky," she sobbed softly.
"Okay, baby! Are you ready? I'm gonna fuck you dog-style now," Nick panted excitedly as he pulled his face from between Diane's spasmodic legs.
"Oh, yes, Nicky, yes!" she sobbed in response and ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Nick grabbed hold of Diane's ankles and pulled her shaking naked legs from around his neck. Then carefully he urged her to roll over onto her stomach.
"Like this?" she asked, wiggling her little pink ass in the air.
"That's right, baby. But you got to get up on your hands and knees," Nick explained salaciously. He began to drool in anticipation, staring at her creaming cunt. Diane did exactly as he said.
Nick positioned himself behind her and gave his pelvis a few arrogant strokes with his hand.
"Wiggle your ass for me, baby!" Nick commanded. He placed the palms of his hands on her buttocks and spread them apart as Diane squirmed and twisted her buns invitingly. She looked back at him.
"Oh, Nicky, stick it in! Oh, I wish I could see it!" Diane gasped with excitement. Nick hunched his naked frame over her backside. Slowly he eased himself down and pressed the swollen head of his throbbing cock at the entrance to her vagina. He pumped his hips forward little by little so that his meat simply tapped maddeningly against her exposed hole.
"Stick it in! Come on, Nick, don't be cruel!" she pleaded. She continued to grind and twist her buttocks in big circular motions, trying to get him to stick his dick into her sloshing box. But Nick decided that he wanted to tease the trampy coed a few moments longer. He grabbed hold of her waist and positioned his penis directly at the orifice of her pussy lips. He pressed forward slightly so that the tip of his meat went to just inside the folds of her creaming twat.
"In! Stick it in!" Diane screamed insanely at him as she writhed around beneath his grip.
"Take it easy, baby. Take it easy," he warned her. Then he emphasized his remark with a well-placed slap across her tender ass.
"Ouch! Nicky! Don't be cruel!" she begged. She began to cry.
"Shut up," Nick screamed back at her. "You're just a fucking whore! And besides, you told me that you wanted me to hurt you!"
"Oh, forget it! Just stick it in, Nicky! I can't bear the waiting!" Diane begged through her streaming tears.
Then quite unexpectedly, but to his own delight, Nicholas Blake had a sadistic inspiration. Instead of ramming his ten-inch plunger into her soggy pussy, he decided to ram it up her tight little virgin ass-hole. He decided that it was probably just as tight if not tighter than her hole. And besides, it was something that he had always wanted to do with Gilda, or any girl for that matter. He pondered on a method of attack and finally settled on simply taking the young slut by surprise.
"Hold still, baby! I'm gonna fuck you like the animal you think I am!" he yelled at her.
"Do it! Do it to me!" Diane screamed back at him.
Nick spat some saliva into the palm of his hand and then spread it all over the fist-like head of his penis until it glistened brightly in the light. Then he carefully spread the cheeks of Diane's writhing-ass with his fingers and sent his meat to the puckered hole. Suddenly, he bucked his hips forward with a vicious hinge and rammed his tool through the sphincter muscle. Diane let out a scream of agony as the massive organ tore at the tender flesh of her shit chute.
"Nicky! Take it out! Are you insane!" she bellowed wildly as she twisted around trying to lift her ass of the throbbing tool. But Nicholas held her twisting body firmly in place on her hands and knees.
"Shut-up! I'm about to shoot it!" he screamed at her.
"But it hurts!" Diane pleaded through her tears. She kept trying to turn and look at him but he always forced her head down as he hunched over her like a fucking dog.
He felt his ball juice foaming and boiling in the very tip of his meaty organ as he prepared to blast a syrupy load up her ass.
"Nicky! Please take it out!" Diane pleaded with him as she whimpered and wept. But Nick was totally caught up in screwing the fucking hell out of the young coed's tight little ass.
"Shut up! I said shut the fuck up!" Nick screamed at her with mindless rage: Suddenly he realized that he was taking out all his frustration and aggression on the young tart. The frustration of never having been able to screw Gilda. And with the fantastic feeling of his ten-inch dong stuffed up Diane Sandeman's burning butt hole, he really didn't care.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Nicky! You're burning out my bottom! " Diane screamed crazily through her tears.
"I said shut up!" Nicholas screamed back at her. Then he slapped her again viciously on the thigh. Diane screamed and began to twist and writhe furiously. She tried in vain to get him to pull his massive penis out of her ass-hole. But Nicky remained insistent and managed to calm her down enough to start plunging his dong in and out in long, consistent strokes. He grasped her firmly around the waist and guided his meat in and out of her tight little butt. Diane dropped her head down between her shoulders and she knelt before him on her hands and knees. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and she was whimpering loudly. But at the same time, Nicky knew that she was enjoying every stroke of his cock up her ass-hole.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good!" Nick gasped. His muscular body was now soaked with sweat, and he concentrated all his efforts and attention on his on-rushing orgasm. All his thick come had collected in the fist-like head of his meaty dong and was ready to spurt out the hole at any second.
Diane's ass-hole was a lot tighter than her twat box. And although she was now crying and whimpering that it hurt too much, Nick knew that she really loved it. And he also figured that she had lied to him. He had heard that she loved to get fucked up the ass. As a matter-of-fact, he recalled hearing about an orgy in the gym after basketball drill one night. Supposedly Diane had allowed five or six guys fuck her up the ass in the locker room.
"Oh, Nicky, you're so big!" Diane squealed out into the sweaty silence. She had stopped crying and was now moaning. But Nick could tell that it was from pleasure, not pain.
"You like it this way, baby, huh?" Nick asked her. Then he rammed his hips forward with a particularly vicious thrust of his hips and stuffed his tool into her ass another inch or so.
"Yes, I love it! I love to be treated like a whore!" Diane bellowed in reply. Then she tossed her buttocks backwards and ground them around in a big circular motion, trying to get him to work his tool further up her shit canal.
"That's it, baby! Take that meat!" Nick snarled at her. Then he rammed his penis further up her shit chute. Diane let out a scream of pain. But once again, it subsided into gasping moans of animal lust and pleasure. Nick kept pumping his organ in and out, in and out. The pressure inside the head of his dong was reaching the bursting point. But he still wasn't ready to shoot his wad up her ass. He slowed down his movements.
"No, Nicky! No! Please, no! Don't stop!" Diane pleaded. She thrust her hips backwards, once again trying fiercely to get him to stuff his meat all the way up her crap canal. She squeezed and loosened the muscles of her ass over and over again on his penis. It seemed to Nick as if she were trying to suck all ten inches of his tool up her ass.
"Hey, baby, slow down! I don't want to shoot it yet," Nick explained to her, almost breathlessly. He was doing everything that he could to keep his come from shooting before he was ready.
Look, Diane, if you don't stop it, I'm gonna shoot it in your ass!" Nick complained to her with animal-like gasps.
Sweat poured from Nick's nude, hairy body and dripped down onto Diane's exposed backside. The hair that covered his stomach ground coarsely into the tender skin of her back, but Nicky didn't care. He figured that she probably liked the feel of it anyway since being hairy was so animalistic.
"But I want you to! I want you to shoot it in my ass!" Diane yelled at him. She began to moan furiously and grind her ass around and around over his distended meat.
"I said slow down!" Nick bellowed at her. Then he landed a well-placed slap against her tender thigh.
"But, Nicky!" she protested.
"I don't care, baby! I'm running the fucking show!" he griped. He grasped her firmly by the hips and sank his plunger into her shit chute another two inches. The feeling was fantastic, and Nick let out a long, low moan of bliss.
"Yes, do it to me!" Diane screamed ecstatically as she ground her ass around on the throbbing dong.
Suddenly, Nick realized that it was too late. His jaw dropped and he began to scream and gasp for air at the same time. His legs went rigid.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna blast out your insides. Here it comes!" he cried out crazily. He dug his naked feet into the carpeting and squeezed his hand roughly around Diane's waist. Sweat poured from his straining muscles and dripped down onto Diane's naked backside.
"Then shoot it, Nicky! Fill me up!" the coed screamed. She squeezed the muscles of her ass together over his hard-on and pumped her hips back and forth furiously, trying to bring him to orgasm.
His voice broke and his muscular legs began to quake and quiver crazily. He lifted himself right up on the very tips of his toes as he prepared for the mighty blast. He pulled his cock back. Then he rammed it back in again as far as it would go. He heard Diane scream out in a mixture of agony and bliss, and then it happened. The massive head of his peter erupted violently. Nick screamed out into the darkness of the room with wild, primitive animal gasps and heaves. He felt his throbbing organ blast spurt after spurt of thick, fiery-hot come deep into Diane's flaming ass-hole. Diane screamed out as his cock erupted. Nick knew that the load of thick gism that shot forth in jet-like arcs must have tickled the walls of her ass-hole unbearably. He dug his hands into her waist to steady her ass. His creaming cock pumped another heaving mass of oozy white ball juice up her steaming shit chute.
"Oh, Nicky, shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it all!" Diane wailed out in the very throes of ecstasy. She writhed and twisted her semi-nude body beneath his hairy torso.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Your fucking ass is so tight!" Nick gasped crazily. He thrust his meat deeper into her hole and allowed his mammoth pecker to blast one final volcanic spurt of sperm-cream up her anal cunt. His mouth fell open. Nick wailed out in animal-like screams as his traumatic orgasm began to subside.
The fiery-hot, baseball-sized head of his organ was still quite sensitive, even though he had emptied his nuts into her. Diane thrust back her hips and ground her tight little ass in a big circular motion. She was trying to squeeze the very last drops of sticky gism from his meaty pole. She tightened and loosened her sphincter muscles over his bulging dong again and again. The feeling made Nick cry out into the darkness in wild, dog-like wails of erotic bliss.
"Oh, Nick! It feels incredible! Oh, Nicky ... Nicky," Diane panted wildly as she bucked her ass up and down over his receding meat.
"That's it, baby! Squeeze out all the come!" Nick barked wildly as he dug his fingers into her thighs and ground his groin against her little ass.
Big gobs of pussy-juice and come oozed out around the very edges of Nicky's tool as he slid it deftly from Diane's burning ass-hole. Her sphincter muscles snapped shut with a slurp and the creamy mixture went running down the hairy ridge between her legs and dripped off her pussy onto the carpeting.
"Oh, baby," Nick panted as he looked down at his glistening meat, "my cock never shot a load like that before!"
"Oh, Nick!" Diane sobbed. Nick realized that it was a combination of pain and joy that made the trampy red-head weep.
Nick rolled off Diane's backside onto his back next to her on the floor. The images on the television screen were still dancing crazily although there was no sound. The flickering light emanating from the tube reflected the sweat that covered Nick's hairy body. He lay there next to Diane with his forearm thrown wearily across his eyes. His massive chest heaved up and down and sparkled brightly with small droplets of perspiration. His thick, snake-like organ hung down over his sagging balls looking completely exhausted. But it, too, sparkled with the creamy rich mixture of sperm and pussy-sap that also covered Diane's throbbing buttocks. The whorey coed had collapsed onto her stomach. She lay on the carpeting panting wildly and sobbing softly as she looked at Nicky. Her one-piece wool-knit dress was mashed up around her boobs and she was still totally naked from mid-waist down.
"Oh, Nicky, Nicky, Nicky," Diane moaned softly to herself. She reached out to him with her hand and ran her fingers across the sweat-soaked blonde hair that grew over the muscular ridges of his belly. Then she let them roam down to his navel and onward to his glistening penis.
She grabbed a hold of the receding cock and squeezed it gently. A few final gobs of white gism dripped lazily from the hole in the head of the massive organ.
"Lick it, baby. Lick it off," Nick murmured to her. He spoke without pulling his forearm from his face.
Silently, Diane obeyed his request. She twisted her body so that her face was right over his sweaty groin. Then she went to work on his exhausted equipment with her mouth. She began kissing the purple head of his meat with tiny presses of her lips. The oozy come smeared across her mouth and she darted her tongue over her lips and licked it up, swallowing down the salty-sweet gism greedily.
"Oh, Nicky, I love the taste of your come. Please, please, come in my mouth," she begged.
Nick didn't reply. He ran both hands over his sweat-drenched face as though he were trying to wipe away all the fatigue and strain of his massive orgasm. Then he moaned lightly and tossed his head wearily from side to side across the carpeting as he felt Diane's hot, little tongue laving his hairy nuts. He spread his legs apart and lifted his buttocks slightly upward to give her better access to his scrotal sac.
"Oh, that feels good, baby. Suck my balls," Nicky panted softly. His eyes remained closed, and he ran his hands through Diane's red hair as she licked and chewed at his bull-balls.
Diane raised her head from between his legs and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Nicky," she called lightly to him.
"What?" he responded with a cool edge to his voice.
"Raise your legs a little higher," she asked. "Why?"
"Please. Do as I say," she responded.
Nick raised his legs off the floor and bent his knees. He raised them to his stomach and clasped them against his body with his hands. His butt was now completely exposed to Diane's hungry mouth. Suddenly, Nick felt an electric charge run through his body. Diane had mashed her face into the crack of his butt and was now tickling his ass-hole with tiny maddening flicks of her tongue. Nicholas began to moan and roll his hips in great circular motions as she laved his hairy chute.
"Oh, baby, lick it out," Nicky moaned softly. Diane worked her lips and tongue over and into his puckered hole, slurping and sucking at the hairy flesh. She ran her hands over the strong, well-muscled flesh of his buttocks, savoring their heat and firmness. Nick felt his butt tense. Diane dug her nails into the fevered flesh and continued to dart her eager little tongue in circular flicks in and out of his steaming hole.
"Eat my ass, Diane. Oh, eat it," he sobbed softly.
He felt his meat once again growing stiff.
Tremors of sexual excitement once again went flowing through his sweat-soaked, exhausted body. He bucked his hips upward and then brought them down again, trying to work Diane's probing tongue further up his shit-canal.
"Baby, please! Please, stick it in all the way!" he cried out finally.
He opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. He looked down at her hungrily as her head bobbed up and down over his ass-hole, feverishly licking and biting at the puckered orifice.
"Lick it out, Diane. Oh, fuck! Lick it out!" Nick bellowed excitedly as he watched her work over his buttonhole.
He ran his hands through the golden-red hair of her head, his fingers responding to every movement that her tongue made on his ass-hole. His legs began to shake and he started to moan and gasp in great sweaty, heaving sighs. He felt his entire being once again being overtaken by his instinctual animal lusts.
"Suck me, baby! Eat my ass-hole!" he screamed excitedly. He thrust his hips up and down over her gaping mouth. Diane opened her mouth as far as she could and took a soft bite into the hairy flesh that surrounded his ass-hole. She chewed and nipped lightly, but maddeningly, at the puckered entrance to his anus.
"Lick it out, Diane," Nick moaned. He began to pump his buttocks furiously against her hungry lips and teeth. She grabbed a hold of the wrinkled strands of blonde hair that grew in a little aureole around the wrinkled ass-hole and pulled them up with her teeth. Then with a quick jerk of her head, she plucked the coarse hairs right out the sweaty flesh.
"Yes! Bite it, baby! Bite the damn hair off my ass!" Nicky wailed ecstatically as he felt an erotic tremor of ecstasy rock his body with spasms of pain and pleasure.
"Lick it! Bite it!" he demanded.
With that, Diane grabbed a hold of his quaking buttocks to steady his ass and then rammed her quivering tongue directly into his ass-hole, through the sphincter muscles, and up his shit-shute. She mashed her face deep into the cleft and licked crazily, clawing at his flesh with her fingernails.
In response, Nicky found himself gasping crazily for his breath and reeling around on the floor like a rudderless ship in a storm at sea. His body and entire being was almost totally under Diane's control. The feeling of her little pink tongue lodged into his steaming shit-canal, and wiggling furiously at the orifice, was enough to drive him completely insane.
"Lick it, baby! Lick out the whole damn thing!" he screamed convulsively. His legs and feet kicked involuntarily at the ceiling as waves of pleasure surged through his thighs and right to the very tip of his stiffening penis.
"Suck it out, Diane! Suck the fucking shit right out of my ass-hole!" Nicholas cried. Tears came to his eyes and he continued to make small animal-like gasps of desire.
Nicky threw back his head and arched his neck against the carpet, tossing his hair furiously from side to side as he was overtaken by the fury of erotic tension. The muscles of his neck bulged out, the tendons taut and blue from the enormous strain. Suddenly in the middle of Diane's ass-rimming, there was a noise in the hallway outside the television room. Without a moment's hesitation, Diane pulled her quivering tongue out of Nick's hairy ass-hole and sat up.
"Nicky! There's somebody outside!" she whispered to him.
"Huh? What is it, baby?" Nick murmured wearily. He lowered his naked thighs to the floor and sat up on his elbows looking at her.
"I said there's somebody outside," Diane repeated.
She crawled across the floor to the pile of wrinkled clothing that lay in a heap near the sofa. She groped for her underpants and quickly slipped them over her naked buttocks and creaming pussy. Then she pulled down her dress and tried frantically to straighten out the wrinkles. She looked back at Nicky as he lay on the floor. He had tossed his forearm across his eyes and was still moaning ecstatically from the ass-licking that the pert young coed had just administered to his hairy butt.
"Nicky! Get dressed! There's somebody outside! You don't want them to see you all naked and everything, do you?" Diane implored.
As he lay there, Nicky decided that he really didn't give a shit who saw him nude. Whoever it was outside had probably seen him naked anyway as it was most likely one of his fraternity brothers. There was an insistent knock at the door.
"Come on, Nick! Put your clothes back on!" Diane pleaded frantically. She fumbled through his clothing until she found his underwear. She tossed it across the floor to where he was. It landed right on his hairy chest.
"Hey, cunt, watch it!" Nicky snarled at her. He sat up and glared at her angrily. She walked over to where he was sitting and stared down at him with a frantic look in her eyes.
"Please, Nicky! Get dressed!" Diane pleaded with him. Again there was another knock at the door and then the doorknob turned. Suddenly Nicky became irate. He really was getting pissed off at Diane. He decided to play a cruel little joke on her. Deep down inside, he felt nothing but contempt for her, anyway. Especially since every other guy on the Madison College campus had been into her.
"Why?" Nicky smirked. He sat there looking up at her with a malicious grin on his face. Then he folded his arms around his knees and clasped his hands together. He rocked back and forth, completely nude, smirking vindictively at the embarrassed young coed.
"Nicky! You bastard!" she screamed at him. Just then the door opened. A hand reached inside and flicked on the light switch.
"Well, well!" It was Bob, Nicky's fraternity brother. He stood there in the doorway with a broad smile crossing his face. He placed his hands on his hips and chuckled.
"Hey, Nick! What'cha been doing in here with the lights off?" he inquired with mock innocence. Then he started to laugh as he glanced at Diane.
"Ohhh! I hate you!" the young slut suddenly cried.
She glared angrily at Nick and then burst into tears. He shrugged his naked shoulders wearily. Diane ran crying hysterically out of the room, brushing rudely past Bob.
"Hey, Diane!" Bob called after her. But she had fled out the front of the house, leaving the door wide open. Bob looked back at Nicky with a puzzled look on his face.
"You screw little Diane?" he asked casually as he walked into the room and flopped down on the sofa.
"Yep! Up the ass," Nicky replied. Bob began to laugh and slapped his knee as he sat up on the edge of the sofa.
"Oh, boy! Just like that night at the gym, huh?" Bob remarked excitedly. Nick didn't reply. He got to his feet and walked over to the pile of clothing that lay in a heap on the floor near Bob's feet. He picked up his pants and slipped into them. His massive dong hung out the open fly, flopping about invitingly. It was still half-hard. Bob looked at it as Nicky got dressed.
"Hell, no wonder Diane was upset," Bob commented wryly.
Nick looked at him as he tucked his meat and balls into the crotch of the pants and zipped up the fly.
"When you shoved that big cock of yours up her butt, she probably screamed for mercy," Bob laughed.
"Yeah!" Nick chuckled in reply as he slipped into his white dress shirt. "She's got a tight, little ass-hole all right," Nick remarked callously.
"It must have burned like hell," Bob commented. Nick looked at him as he adjusted the sound on the television set.
"Yeah, I'm sure it did. But that's the way she wanted it. Besides, she's just a little whore anyway," Nick replied. He stood up and joined Bob on the sofa as a noisy beer commercial blasted from the flickering screen.
"Yeah, that's right, Nick. But maybe you ought to follow her back to the dorm and try to soothe over her feelings," Bob recommended. He kicked off his shoes and stretched his legs in front of him.
"How come?" Nick asked casually.
"Well, Diane Sandeman may be just a little slut, but she can have a mean mouth," Bob replied seriously. He scratched his groin and looked at Nick awaiting a reply.
"You mean that she might bad-talk me?" Nick asked.
"Yes, not only you, but the whole fraternity. And we already have enough of a reputation as being animals," Bob observed truthfully.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Nick replied, now thoughtful.
"Hey, by the way," Bob said, slapping Nick on the leg, "I thought that you were going with Gilda Mayhew."
Nick squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa and looked away, a pained look crossing his handsome face.
"That fucking cunt! She's just a bitch!" Nick snapped rudely. Bob looked at him curiously.
"Did you two have a fight or something?" the black-haired fraternity stud asked curiously. Nick realized that he should not have even mentioned Gilda's name. If anybody found out that he had not been screwing her senseless for the last two years, his reputation as a campus stud would be ruined. Screwing Diane Sandeman up the ass was one thing, and fucking Gilda Mayhew was quite another.
"Yeah, Gilda and I had a little falling out this morning. I guess I'm just tired," Nick admitted. In part, he was telling the truth. Having spent the morning and evening screwing Diane and then letting her rim his ass had really taken its toll on his energy reserves. The muscles of his legs were still shaking somewhat from the orgasmic ordeal that he had just gone through only moments before.
"Well, shit, I'm going to go get some sleep," Nick said. He stood up and stretched his muscular arms overhead.
"Good night, stud," Bob laughed.
"You want me to turn the lights off, Bob, so you can beat your meat after I leave?" Nick asked sarcastically.
"Fuck you!" Bob replied with a big grin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nicholas rubbed his eyes sleepily with his hands and squinted at the alarm clock that sat next to his bed. The hands read nine o'clock. Crap! Nick murmured to himself as he rolled over onto his back and pulled his goose-down pillow across his sleep-ravaged face. Suddenly he heard a light knocking at the door.
"Hey, Nicky, there's a call for you on the pay-phone," one of his frat brothers called into his room. Nick pulled the pillow from his head and sat up on the edge of the bed. He still felt exhausted from the sexual gymnastics he had gone through the night before. But he had to get up and go to his class. But what made it so bad was that he was the only guy in his fraternity who had a Saturday morning class. Everybody else got to sleep late after a heavy Friday night of fucking, sucking, and eating.
As Nick struggled into his pants and walked out into the hallway to the pay phone in the hallway, he wondered who it could be that was calling him. Especially since whoever it was didn't use his private line and was also calling so early in the morning. Nick picked up the dangling receiver and pressed it against his ear.
"Hello?" he said, somewhat apprehensive.
"Is this Nicholas Blake?" the voice on the other end demanded.
"Yes," Nick replied. Now he was worried. The voice sounded cold and authoritarian.
"This is Dean Smith. I know that it's Saturday, but I would like to speak to you in my office at ten o'clock."
Suddenly Nicky felt himself grow speechless. He felt every drop of strength go ebbing from his body and his heart fell to his stomach.
"Yes, Dean Smith. Certainly. Ten o'clock," Nick gasped in reply. His hand clutched nervously at the receiver.
"Fine," the Dean replied.
"But can you tell me what this is all about?" Nick pleaded. There was a short pause on the other end.
"Not now. I would rather not discuss it on the phone, Mr. Blake," Dean Smith replied coolly. "See you at ten." Then he hung up.
Nick stood there staring dumbfounded into the phone, his mouth hanging open.
"Who was it, Nick? You're all white," Bob asked casually as he passed by the telephone.
"It was Dean Smith. He wants to see me," Nick replied slowly. Bob looked at him curiously and scratched his groin thoughtfully.
"Hey, it sounds serious. Did he say what it's all about?" Bob asked.
"No. But he wants to see me this morning."
"But it's Saturday," Bob replied with a puzzled expression crossing his face.
"I know, Bob, but he's going to be in his office in the Main Building and he's expecting me at ten o'clock," Nick answered. He scratched his balls through the material of his pants and then ran his hands over his hairy chest.
"Well, shit. I'm just going to take a shower and go over there," Nick said to Bob as he shook his head. "There's no sense in delaying the inevitable."
Nick walked slowly back to his room. He grabbed a clean towel and struggled into the shower-room. Within minutes he was dressed and on his way to see Dean Smith.
As he walked down the huge corridor of the almost-empty Main Building, Nick could hear his shoes making clicking noises that bounced ominously off the walls. He hesitated as he approached the big oak and glass door to the Dean's office. He bit his fingernail, and then decided to take the plunge. He knocked loudly several times at the door.
"Come in," a voice called from the office inside.
Nick turned the knob and walked into the room.
"Hello, Mr. Blake. We've been expecting you," Dean Smith said as he stood up behind his over-sized mahogany desk.
Suddenly Nick felt like he was going to throw up. He staggered across the room nearly tripping over his feet and took a chair next to the Dean's desk. In the other chairs that encircled Dean Smith's desk sat Diane Sandeman, Mrs. Muldoon, and another bitchy-looking housemother, whom he had never met before.
"What was it that you wanted to see me about, Dean Smith?" Nicky asked, trying to sound innocent. But deep inside, he knew that it had something to do with Diane. And it was probably something pretty messy.
The little red-headed tart was sitting and weeping against her housemother's shoulder, dabbing her eyes every once in a while with a pink and yellow handkerchief, that was embroidered with little butterflies, elves, and daisies.
"Mr. Blake, Miss Sandeman has raised a complaint against you concerning an incident that allegedly took place in your fraternity house last night," Dean Smith stated with great solemnity. He tapped the eraser end of his yellow pencil menacingly against the green blotter on his desk as he stared at Nick.
"Oh, really?" Nick quipped out of desperation. He got the sinking feeling that his goose was cooked. He had the whole scene figured out. Diane had probably snitched on him.
"Is that all you can say, you beast!" Mrs. Muldoon roared angrily all of a sudden. She sat up angrily on the very edge of her chair and glared at Nick.
"Look! What is this, an inquisition or something?" Nick protested violently in response.
"Quiet, please!" the Dean demanded officiously.
In response, Nicholas leapt from his chair and began to pace nervously around the room. Then he turned to Diane and spoke.
"Diane! What in the hell is this all about?" he demanded pleadingly. The young whore turned and looked at him with tears flooding her eyes once again. She found herself unable to speak, and she burst into tears.
"Leave the poor girl alone, you pervert!" Mrs. Muldoon raged at him. She tore from her seat and rushed at him. Then she began to beat her bony fists against his chest.
"You beast! You awful man! How could you do such a thing to this poor innocent girl!" the old bat raved insanely.
Dean Smith jumped up and came out from behind his desk. He pulled Mrs. Muldoon's fists from Nick's face and led her sobbing back to her chair.
"Please, try to control yourself. After all, we have to hear Mr. Blake's side of the story too," Dean Smith said calmly. Then he glanced at Nicky.
"What? What are you talking about?" Nick protested as he shrugged, his muscular shoulders. He still felt like throwing up, for he knew very well what the good Dean was referring to. Diane had probably told them all that he had screwed her up the ass and shot his load. Nicky walked slowly across the office and took his seat. He sat there wringing his hands nervously as everyone in the room awaited his reply.
"Well, Mr. Blake? We're all waiting," the Dean remarked. He sat down in the red leather chair behind his desk and began to swivel back and forth imperiously, drumming his fingers impatiently on the green blotter.
"Confess, you monster!" Mrs. Muldoon screamed suddenly. Then she burst into tears and buried her face in her hands. Nick looked around the room rather dumbfounded by the whole crazy chain of events.
"What's going on here?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"AH right, Mr. Blake. Let's see if I can refresh your memory," Dean Smith announced. He stood up and began to pace back and forth next to his desk, looking sternly at Nick.
"Miss Sandeman was hysterical when she returned to her dormitory last night. When her housemother asked her what had happened, she confessed to having performed certain acts with you, Mr. Blake. Obscene acts," the Dean announced rather melodramatically.
"What?" Nicky said, swallowing hard. He felt a cold sweat break out all across his tense body.
"Don't try to deny it, young man," Diane's housemother warned. "None of my girls would ever he to me. They're all good girls!"
Nick nearly gagged when he heard the old witch speak. Suddenly Nicholas felt his anger welling up inside. He glared viciously at the housemother.
"Well, if Diane Sandeman is your definition of a good girl, then you're running a damn whorehouse!" he screamed at the startled woman.
"All right, Mr. Blake! That's enough!" the Dean bellowed angrily at him. Diane began to wail hysterically and weep copious tears that ran dramatically down her painted face.
"Well, I feel like I'm on trial here!" Nick yelled.
"Just maybe you are, young man!" the Dean snapped back at him. "Miss Sandeman claims that she was raped by you!"
"That's a fucking he!" Nick screamed. He stood up and ran across the floor to where Diane sat huddled next to her housemother, sniveling with self-pity.
"Diane! Look at me! What have you told these people!" Nick demanded to know. He grabbed her by the shoulders and began to shake her violently. At that, Mrs. Muldoon leapt from her seat and ran up to him, clawing and grabbing at his shirt.
"Don't you touch her, you beast!" the old woman screamed.
"Please! Please! Let's have some order here!" Dean Smith yelled across the room. He began banging a crystal paperweight noisily on the top of his desk to attract everyone's attention. Finally, Diane spoke up, getting up from her seat and looking tearfully around the room. She stared at Nicky and pouted, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"I'll explain what happened," Diane announced painfully.
"Very well, Miss Sandeman," Dean Smith said calmly.
Then he looked at Nick and motioned for him to return to his seat. Nicky did so, sitting nervously on the very edge with his arms folded and a grave look crossing his handsome face.
"You see it was like this," the young coed began. Her voice was shaky. "Nicholas invited me to his fraternity house to watch the television."
"Yes, please go on," Dean Smith said thoughtfully.
"Well, pretty soon we were kissing and everything, and then-and then-" Diane stammered tearfully.
"Please, go on, Diane," Mrs. Muldoon encouraged the whorey young red-head from her seat.
"Oh, it was awful!" Diane wailed. Then she burst into tears once again.
"Please, Miss Sandeman. Try to calm yourself. We need to know all the details so that this matter can be settled justly," Dean Smith explained compassionately to her.
"Oh, yes. Yes, I see," Diane sniffed. She dabbed her eyes gently with her handkerchief.
Nick knew that the little tramp was really hard as nails. But she was putting on a first-class performance to gain the sympathy of everyone in the office.
"Well, then, all of a sudden, Nicky grabbed me, tore off my panties, and stuck-stuck-" she hesitated.
"Yes! Yes! Go on," Dean Smith demanded. Nick glanced at the Dean's groin and detected what looked like a stiffening cock inside his baggy trousers.
Shit, the fucking ass-hole is getting off on Diane's wild accusations! Nick thought to himself angrily.
"Then, then he stuck his penis into my bottom! All the way in and made me have sex that way!" Diane wailed. Then she once again burst into tears and began to shake uncontrollably. She clutched at her housemother's arm for support and buried her face into the older woman's dress.
"There! That proves it! He raped her!" Mrs. Muldoon screamed at Nicky, pointing an accusing finger, wiggling it up and down menacingly.
"She's lying! She made it all up!" Nick shouted. He jumped up from his chair and pounded his fists on the Dean's desk furiously. He felt the tendons of his neck grow taut and red as he got angrier and angrier.
The Dean motioned for Nick to calm down and return to his seat.
"Look! Everyone knows that she's a little whore! Why don't you ask her about the time she allowed the basketball team to screw her up the ass? Well? Ask her!" Nick screamed.
In response, Dean Smith began to beat his crystal paperweight furiously on the top of his desk.
"That's enough, Mr. Blake! Enough!" he yelled.
"All right, Miss Sandeman. You may leave now," the Dean said calmly. Diane stood up and was helped sobbing and shaking from the office with the assistance of her housemother.
"Mrs. Muldoon, you said that you had some information that might shed some light on this situation," the Dean said, looking at the witchy old woman as she sat prudishly in her chair. Nick stared at her, his eyes red with hatred.
"Yes, I do," Mrs. Muldoon began. "As you know, I'm very protective towards my girls at
Barclay House."
"Yes. Please go on," Dean Smith said. He sat back down in his chair behind the big desk.
"Well, I happen to know that this young man has been trying to sexually molest one of my girls, Gilda Mayhew, for nearly two years!" Mrs. Muldoon explained, trying to sound convincingly outraged. Nick could tell that the whole confrontation had excited the old bitch incredibly. Shit, her fucking wrinkled clit is probably standing on end by now! Nick mused.
"And what do you have to say to that, Mr. Blake?" Dean Smith asked judiciously.
"I say that all this is a bunch of bullshit!" he yelled. "My sex life is none of your damn business!"
"All right, Mr. Blake! I can see that you're not going to be cooperative about this-" the Dean snapped.
"I'm willing to be perfectly cooperative," Nick replied, "but so far I've heard nothing but lies."
"Are you denying that you had anal intercourse with Miss Sandeman?" Dean Smith asked seriously.
"No. I did. It's true. But 'Miss Sandeman' is the biggest whore on the whole Madison College campus, and everybody knows it. She loves to get screwed in the ass!" Nick shot back, his face almost purple with anger.
"Very well, Mr. Blake. Your opinion of Miss Sandeman is not of importance at the moment," Dean Smith announced gravely, "however, it's apparent that you actually did perform obscene acts with her. Therefore, I have no choice but to suspend you from the College."
Nick leapt from his chair and began thrashing his arms wildly overhead. He had known that he was going to get into trouble. But he had not thought that he could get expelled.
"But why? That's not fair!" he screamed.
"I'm glad to see that you've decided to do something reasonable about this young brute," Mrs. Muldoon remarked pompously as she rose to leave.
"Thank you for volunteering to help, Mrs. Muldoon," the Dean said. He rose and escorted the bitchy housemother to the door. She turned briefly and glared viciously as Nick stood helplessly in the middle of the office.
"Maybe this will teach you a lesson about molesting my girls, young man!" the witch cackled loftily.
"Fuck off," Nick replied. Then he flashed her the finger. Mrs. Muldoon turned abruptly and marched out the door, shocked by his brazen display of contempt.
Dean Smith closed the door and motioned for Nick to take his seat. He walked back to his desk and sat on the very edge of the top, fingering his yellow pencil and looking curiously at Nick.
"Well, Mr. Blake. What do you have to say for yourself?" the gray-haired man asked, rather condescendingly.
"I told you! Diane twisted it all around," Nick snapped. He wrung his hands nervously. Then he looked pleadingly into the Dean's face.
"Please, don't expel me! My parents will kill me!" Nick begged. He twisted his ass around nervously as he sat on the very edge of his seat, anxiously awaiting the Dean's next move.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Blake, but it looks as though I have no other alternative," Dean Smith remarked rather coldly.
"But it's not fair!" Nick protested. The Dean did not reply, but simply sat on the corner of his desk looking curiously at Nick. Finally, he rose and began to pace slowly back and forth across the carpeting of his office, fingering his pencil.
"You see, Mr. Blake, having sexual intercourse on Madison College property is a very serious matter," the Dean said.
"Well, I don't remember reading anything against it in the rulebook," Nicky replied rather sarcastically. Yet at the same time, he knew he was right.
"Yes, I know, but that's beside the point. You see, not only did you force Miss Sandeman to have sex with you, but you-you" the Dean hesitated, refusing to look Nick in the face.
"What? Oh, I know. I fucked her up the ass. Is that it?" Nick asked with a smart-assed look crossing his face.
The Dean looked up at him and frowned.
"Yes, Mr. Blake! Sodomy! It's to be despised!" the older man roared suddenly. Then he marched briskly behind his desk and sat down in his chair, looking intently at Nick.
"Look, Dean Smith. I admit that I did it to Diane in the ass. But on the other hand, a lot of other guys have too," Nick stated truthfully.
"That's besides the point!" Dean Smith bellowed at him.
"Yeah. My only crime was getting caught. Fuck!" Nick shot back.
"All right, Mr. Blake! That's enough! Quite enough," Dean Smith bellowed. He drummed his yellow pencil fiercely against his desk.
Suddenly, Nick felt desperate. He knew that it would be all over if he were expelled from Madison. His family would wag their fingers and say, "We told you so!" They had always been on his back for being such a horny stud and always looking for a piece of ass. They said he was obsessed. And if he were tossed out of school, they would have their suspicions confirmed.
"Look, Dean Smith. Please don't kick me out of school. It's the only thing I've got right now!" Nick pleaded suddenly. His face looked in pain and he wrung his hands tensely as he sat in his seat staring desperately at the Dean.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Blake. But it's all your own fault," the Dean replied indifferently. He began shuffling through some papers that sat on his desk.
"Please! I'll do anything, sir! Anything!" Nick pleaded vociferously. He rose from his chair and walked right up to Dean Smith's desk, placing his nervous hands right on the edge and pressing them against it, hard. Finally, the Dean looked up at him and leaned back in his swivel chair.
"What was that, Mr. Blake?" Dean Smith said, placing his pencil in the corner of his mouth. Nick felt as though the bastard were teasing him. He knew that the pompous man was probably enjoying every moment of lording his power over him. Nick found that he had to suppress a strong inclination to belt the old fuck right in the face. But he recognized that if he did, all would be lost. Then he would never be able to convince him to change his mind.
"I said, sir, that I would do anything. Anything to stay in school! Please, sir. You've got to understand!" Nicky pleaded. All of a sudden, he almost felt like crying. He was really in a leaky boat up shit's creek, and his oar was about to snap.
"I understand, Mr. Blake, that you're a very irresponsible young man when it comes to sex. This isn't the first time that I've heard stories about you," the Dean stated matter-of-factly.
Nick looked at him curiously.
"Other stories?"
"Yes! Mrs. Muldoon has kept me well informed of your brazen attempts to seduce the girls at Barclay House, especially Gilda Mayhew, one of Madison College's top students!" Dean Smith chastised him.
"That cunt!" Nick growled through his gritted teeth.
"All right, Mr. Blake! That's enough!" the dean snapped. "That kind of attitude will get you no place."
"But she's the cause of all of this! If she would have let me screw her when I wanted to, I would never have messed around with Diane!" Nick blurted out, recognizing the truth of the matter. He felt the muscles of his body tensing up as he prepared to give up hope.
"Mr. Blake, let me ask you a question," Dean Smith remarked. "Did you come to Madison College to learn or to screw?" Nick was somewhat taken aback by the dean's words. He looked at him with a bewildered expression crossing his handsome face.
"Well, gosh, both, I suppose," Nick muttered after some consideration. He scratched his head.
"That's what I thought! Your attitude and your morals disgust me, Mr. Blake!" Dean Smith screamed crazily at him all of a sudden. Nick stared at the red-faced man with a look of genuine puzzlement, and shifted his ass nervously as he sat back down wearily. He bit his nails and stared at the dean.
"But wait a minute! Aren't you being unfair? Every young guy comes to college with sex and fucking on his mind!" Nick shouted back. "That's only natural!"
Dean Smith suddenly became calm. A light, somewhat sinister smile came to his parched, gray lips.
"You really think that you're something great, don't you, Mr. Blake?" Dean Smith snickered, fingering his pencil menacingly.
"Why?" Nick replied. Of course, the dean was right.
"Well, obviously you are-shall we say 'oversexed,'" the older man replied. Nick squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He was getting very peculiar vibes from the dean.
"So?" Nick responded arrogantly. He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, stretching his lanky legs out in front of him.
"I mean that if you weren't such a 'stud,' as they say, you wouldn't be obsessed with having sex with Miss Sandeman and Miss Mayhew," Dean Smith observed somewhat presumptuously.
"Look, Dean Smith. Gilda and Diane get just as horny as I do. But that has nothing to do with my getting expelled. I just got caught," Nick said sadly.
Dean Smith placed his pencil to his lips and studied Nick's face carefully. Nick found himself growing tense under the dean's intense scrutiny and twisted edgily.
"You seem nervous, Mr. Blake," the dean commented. The bastard! Nick mused. He sat up on the edge of his seat and looked at the dean.
"Look. I said I would do anything to stay in school. That's the only thing that I'm nervous about," Nick replied truthfully.
The dean rose silently from where he sat in the chair behind his mahogany desk. He walked briskly across the floor to the door. He turned the lock with a quick flick of his wrist. Then he looked back at Nick and leaned against the door, staring at him curiously.
"Well then, Mr. Blake. You've told me that you'll do anything to stay here at Madison College. I'm going to give you that chance," Dean Smith remarked coolly.
Nick felt his heart begin to beat faster and faster.
"Yes, sir," he replied, getting increasingly apprehensive.
Dean Smith's behavior seemed to be getting more and more eccentric by the moment.
"All right then, Mr. Blake. Pull off those pants and let's see just how much of a stud you really are!" the older man blurted out suddenly.
CHAPTER NINE
Nick couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"Sir?" he muttered. His voice cracked as he spoke. He felt his body grow tense and break out in a cold sweat. Dean Smith leaned back against the door and laughed, throwing back his head. Then he looked back at Nick and a serious, rather ominous, look crossed his face.
'Take off your pants, Mr. Blake," the deviant administrator demanded. He walked quickly to his desk and sat down in his swivel-chair.
"Sir?" Nick gasped, staring incredulously at the Dean.
"You heard me! Off!" the dean snapped back. Nick felt his cock getting stiff inside his pants from all the tension that had suddenly come to a head. He didn't know what the dean was up to, but it sure as hell made him feel uncomfortable.
"Right here? You want me to take off my pants right here in the office?" Nick asked crazily. Sweat began to soak through the front of his shirt, revealing the muscular flesh of his pectorals beneath.
Dean Smith smiled cruelly and fingered his pencil as he watched Nicholas squirm.
"Yes, Mr. Blake. Right, here. The door is locked," the dean commented casually.
Nick's lingers went to the snap of his pants. He undid it quickly and then pulled down his zipper, opening his fly. He stood up and peeled the pants from his legs, folding and draping them carefully across the back of the chair. Then he turned and faced the Dean. His cock was now semi-erect inside the bulging pouch of his jockey shorts.
"Very nice, Mr. Blake. You have a very nice pair of legs. They're very muscular," Dean Smith observed as he devoured Nick's body with his beady eyes.
Suddenly Nick had a creeping suspicion of just exactly what it was that the Dean had planned. Holy shit! Nick thought to himself, Dean Smith is a fag! That recognition seemed to give him a little more confidence. He figured that if he allowed the dean to take his pleasure with his body that he would not be kicked out of Madison College. A small price to pay. But at the same time, Nick was still a little nervous. He had never, ever, allowed another man to touch his body.
"Now the underpants, Mr. Blake," Dean Smith directed with a ruthless calculation. Nick grabbed hold of the elastic waistband and slowly pulled the frayed shorts from his body, placing them on top of his trousers on the back of the chair. He turned back to the dean, putting his hands on his hips and throwing his weight onto one leg. His meaty cock was now half-hard and swung back and forth between his hairy thighs, invitingly. Nick brought one of his hands to the ten-inch piece of meat and gave it a couple of strokes. The mammoth head grew firmer and redder.
"You have a huge penis, Mr. Blake. Now I understand why you're obsessed with sex," Dean Smith observed.
"You want to see it get hard?" Nick asked salaciously as he played with his cock. He began to pound his clenched fist up and down the stiffening tool, thrusting his groin forward.
"Yes! Yes! Get it all the way up, Mr. Blake!" Dean Smith panted excitedly. He arose from his chair behind his desk and stepped out to the spot where Nick stood.
"You want to take a turn?" Nick smirked a smart-assed look crossed his face. He pulled his hand from the almost erect meat and let it flop around between his legs. He looked at the Dean and smiled.
"Certainly," Dean Smith replied. He walked right up to Nick and pulled him into his embrace. The older man ground his mouth into Nick's. At the same time, Nick felt him grab hold of his tool and squeeze it hard.
"You are a stud, Mr. Blake. You really are," Dean Smith observed after he finished planting a wet, sloppy kiss on Nick's lips. Nick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The dean's sudden move had taken him by surprise.
"Boy, that was weird," Nick observed, "I've never been kissed by a man before."
He felt the Dean stroke his cock and fondle his balls with his other hand.
"Have you ever been sucked off by a man before, Mr. Blake?" the dean asked hungrily as he played with his meat.
"No, never," Nick replied sheepishly. He realized that Dean Smith was really getting hot. Nick also felt a little scared. But he was determined to do exactly what the perverted man wanted in order not to be expelled. He knew that it was sexual blackmail. But he also knew that there was no other alternative.
"That means that I'll be the first, right?" the dean remarked. He pulled his hands from Nick's crotch and began to run his fingers across his underbelly. Then he let his hands go to Nick's shirt. He undid all the buttons, exposing Nick's muscular belly and hairy chest to his touch.
"Your body is very beautiful, Mr. Blake," Dean Smith said. He placed both his hands over Nick's pectorals and kneaded their heated firm flesh with his fingers.
"Thank you, sir," Nick managed with a nervous gulp.
"Now then, I want to suck this big penis of yours," Dean Smith said, grabbing hold of Nick's dong. He pulled on it, and led Nick across the thick carpeting of his office to his desk.
"Sit down, Mr. Blake," the dean directed, pointing to the edge of his mahogany desk. Nick did as the older man directed, spreading his legs wide to expose his hairy balls and erect cock meat. The dean lowered himself to a position on his knees in front of Nick's groin. His mouth was watering only inches from Nick's throbbing whang.
"Suck it. Go ahead," Nick directed, looking down at the impassioned man.
Nick felt the dean grab hold of his hard-on and shove it into his mouth. He sucked furiously at the ten-inch pole, biting the sides with his teeth. Nick placed his hands on the dean's head to hold it in position over his penis. Soon waves of sexual ecstasy began to surge through Nick's body. He felt his ball-juice rumbling around in his sweaty scrotal-sack, getting ready to blast out the head of his dong.
"Oh, suck it ... suck it ... " Nick moaned. He threw back his head and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Dean Smith's mouth working up and down the fleshy shaft.
"Eat my cock, sir. Suck it!" Nick gasped excitedly as the older man began to bite the knob-like head with little nips of his teeth. Nick thrust his hips forward over the edge of the desk, trying to give the dean the most access to his swollen organ.
Dean Smith brought his other hand to Nick's ball-pouch and began to fondle and squeeze the hairy nuts hungrily. At the same time, his head continued to bob up and down over Nick's penis, drawing his hot come-load right up the shaft. Nick knew that he was going to shoot an especially thick and heavy load of cream, too. All the excitement and tension from his confrontation with Diane and the dean had made him sexually excited, too.
"Suck it ... Oh, it feels so good! Suck it!! " Nick blurted out as the dean began to pull at the long blonde hairs that grew from his balls. Then the dean pulled the mammoth organ from between his lips and smiled up at Nick. He wiped his saliva-covered lips with the back of his arm.
"I think that this is the biggest cock that I've ever had before," the dean confessed with a look of wild abandon blazing in his depraved eyes. Nick shifted his ass on the edge of the desk and spread his legs as far apart as possible to show off his equipment.
"I've got the biggest cock on the whole campus," Nick admitted proudly. He reached down and stroked his organ a few times. The dean smiled and got off his hands and knees. He stood up in front of Nick, and placed his hands on his hairy thighs and leered hungrily.
"Well then, Mr. Blake, let's see just how well you use it," Dean Smith snickered. Nick looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean? You want me to beat off for you or something?" Nick inquired, actually sounding rather innocent. The dean threw back his head and laughed cruelly.
"Oh, no! I'm much more imaginative than that," the dean laughed. He began to unbuckle his own trousers as he looked at Nick and continued speaking.
"What then?" Nick asked.
"Well, I think that for me to judge Miss Sandeman's complaint against you fairly, I ought to have you reenact the crime," the dean smirked lasciviously as he pulled off his trousers. Then he slipped out of his underpants and stood naked before Nick. His tiny pecker and shriveled balls swung back and forth between his hairless, white legs.
"I still don't understand," Nick remarked, scratching his balls, "You want me to reenact the crime?? ? "
"Yes. Precisely," Dean Smith replied. He walked up to Nick and stood directly between his legs. Then he grabbed hold of Nick's cock and began to pump his bony hand up and down the reddish-purple shaft. Nick moaned and ground his ass around in a circle on top of the desk.
"You want me to fuck Diane in the ass again?? ! ! " Nick asked, genuinely puzzled. Again, the dean laughed and squeezed hard at Nick's distended penis.
"No, silly boy. I want you to fuck me up the ass!! " Dean Smith announced. Nick was stunned and sat silent for a few moments as he looked into the depraved face of the Dean.
"Fuck you?" Nick said, his voice cracking from the tension.
"That's right, Mr. Blake," Dean Smith said, "I want to feel this ten-inch tool rammed up my ass-hole." The older man squeezed Nick's dong harshly and then released it.
Dean Smith leaned across the mahogany desk and reached into one of his desk drawers. He pulled out a tube of clear lubricant jelly and spread some of it onto his fingers. Then he reached behind to his ass and smeared the sticky cream up and down the crack of his butt. Next he leaned face down across his desk and spread his legs. He glanced up at Nick and smiled salaciously.
"All right, Mr. Blake. Get busy with that cock," Dean Smith snickered lustfully. He shoved his buttocks backwards and wiggled them provocatively.
Nick looked at the older man, somewhat taken aback by his outrageous behavior. But nevertheless Nick hopped off the desk and positioned his meat behind the dean, getting ready to stick it up his ass. Although Nick had never screwed a man in the ass before, or even sucked cock, he was getting kind of excited by the whole proposition. Not only that, but if it meant not getting kicked out of Madison College, Nick would allow the dean to fuck his ass if he wanted. That was the only thing that mattered. For if he had to leave school in disgrace, Nick saw that he would not only lose a ready fuck with any girl on campus, but also all the prestige that went with being the campus stud.
"You want it all the way, sir?" Nick asked seriously as he placed his hands on the dean's waist to steady his quivering buttocks.
"Yes! Yes!! I want to feel the whole thing stuffed up my ass-hole," Dean Smith bellowed excitedly. Nick grabbed hold of his penis with one hand and spread apart the Dean's buns with the other. He drove forward with his cock until the bulging red head touched the puckered entrance to the dean's ass-hole, fingers clutched fiercely at the Dean's waist. Nick felt fingers clutched fiercely at the dean's waist. Nick felt
"Yes! Stick it in!! Stick it in!! " Dean Smith gasped wildly. He thrust back his hips and spread his legs as far apart as possible as he leaned-face down across the desk.
Nick felt his body break out in a sweat as he worked and ground his hips forward against the tiny orifice. Then he let go with a particularly vicious lunge. His meat popped through the vise-like sphincter muscles of Dean Smith's butt hole.
"Oooooohh! Yes! Stick it in, son! All the way!" the Dean panted excitedly. He thrust his buttocks backwards against Nick's groin and rotated his ass in big, circular motions over his cock. In response, slowly and methodically, Nick drove the palpitating cockmeat right up the well-greased shit-canal. Then he pulled it back a few inches and drove forward once again.
'Oh, yes! Yes ... Yes ... Yes..." the Dean cooed excitedly. He ground his hairless buttocks round and round over Nick's persistent penis.
"You like it, sir?" Nick quipped. He was really serious, though. He knew that lots of guys liked to get fucked up the ass, but as he had never done it before, he was really curious to know how it felt. Obviously, Dean Smith was loving every fucking moment of it. His eyes were clenched tightly shut and a big grin had spread across his silly face. He was moaning softly. Nick felt the older man tightening and loosening the muscles of his ass over his cock as it slid in and out of the greasy hole. He dug his fingers into the Dean's waist and continued to drive his meat in and out of the hot shit-chute in long, consistently even strokes. He felt his sperm-load foaming and getting hot down in his hairy balls. His scrotal-sac slapped noisily against the Dean's ass with each lunge.
"Stick it in all the way! I want to feel all ten inches inside me!" Dean Smith directed officiously.
Nick found himself a little reluctant. He had to admit that the Dean's ass-hole was just as tight and greasy as Diane's had been last night. But he was afraid to ram all ten inches into it for fear of tearing out the man's insides.
"But it'll hurt you!" Nick protested. The Dean raised his head from the green blotter on the desk and turned his head to look back at Nick.
"Look, Mr. Blake! Do as I say, or you're out of Madison!! ! " the Dean roared in a sex-crazed tone of voice.
"But my penis is too big, and..." Nick replied, genuinely concerned.
"Shut up!! ! Stick it all the way in!! ! " Dean Smith screamed at him hysterically. Then he felt the crazed man lunge his butt backwards into his groin. Unavoidably, Nick's meat went surging up the lust-crazed man's butt hole. All the way to the very hilt. Nicky felt the swollen head of his whanger smack hard against Dean Smith's prostate.
"Aaaahhhh! Yes! AH the way in. That's the way I like it," the Dean purred contentedly. He ground his lean white buttocks over and up and down around Nick's penis.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Nick asked, rather incredulous. Dean Smith's gaping ass-hole ring was now buried in the pubic hair of Nick's groin. The old man had all ten rock-hard inches of stud cockmeat shoved up his greasy crap-channel.
"No! It feels magnificent, Mr. Blake. Your cock feels so nice and tight. Push it around inside me!" Dean Smith directed as he lay writhing over the mahogany desk.
Nick did as he directed. He grabbed him firmly by the waist and withdrew his cock several inches. Then, with a vicious lunge, he drove his pulsating organ all the way back in to the very hilt.
"Aaahhhh!" Dean Smith moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, "Again! Do it again!! " Nick responded by pulling out his pecker most of the way, leaving only the fist-like head lodged right inside the ass-hole ring. He was beginning to enjoy the feeling of masterly control over the man he was screwing. And to tell the truth, Dean Smith's flaming butt hole was a lot tighter and greasier than Diane's had ever been.
"Yes!! Hard!! Ram it up my butt!! " the dean bellowed, crazed with animal lust.
"Then hold on, because I'm going to drive you across the desk," Nick chuckled sadistically. With that he bucked his hips forward with a sharp jerk, once again sinking all ten inches of hard cock up the old man's fiery hole.
"Aaaahhhh!! Aaaaahhhh!! ! " Dean Smith growled with ecstasy as Nick rammed his groin endlessly against his buttocks.
Soon Nick felt his ball-juice beginning to surge up the insides of his pole. It collected in the head and he knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before he would cream all over the insides of the dean's ass. His body had broken out into a sweat, and soaked through his shirt. But Nicholas continued to work his throbbing organ methodically and forcefully in and out of the dean's ass-hole with profound technical mastery.
"I'm getting ready to shoot my load. You want me to come in your ass?" Nick panted excitedly.
"No! No! Not up my ass," Dean Smith blurted out suddenly. Nick felt the crazed pervert tighten his sphincter muscles over the shaft of his cock and suck it further into his ass-hole.
"Oh, but it feels so good," Nick protested as he felt his sperm getting ready to spurt out the hole in the head of his dong. "But I want to watch your come blasting out of this big cock of yours. I want to see you have the orgasm of your lifetime!"
"I don't care, sir," Nick gasped crazily in reply, "Just as long as you don't kick me out of school. I'll do anything that you wish."
"Then just do as I say," the lust-crazed dean retorted angrily.
"Yes, sir." Then Nick felt the dean forcing his cock out of his ass-hole by squeezing his muscles tightly around the head of the shaft.
"Take it out, Mr. Blake," the old man directed. Nick held tightly to the dean's waist and slowly withdrew all ten inches of his pole from deep inside the man's ass. The dean winced with pain as Nick felt the sphincter muscles snap shut with a slurp.
"Very good, son," Dean Smith sighed with relief.
Nicky stepped back and looked down at his throbbing organ as it bobbed up and down. It glistened brightly in the office light with a mixture of greasy lubricant and anal juices. The dean rose from the desk and turned to face Nick. He sat down on the edge of the blotter and smiled at him hungrily. Nick shuffled his feet nervously as he felt the dean's eyes scrutinizing his naked flesh.
"You'll like this part, Mr. Blake," Dean Smith laughed strangely, "Sit down in that chair and spread your legs." Dean Smith was pointing to a large red leather chair that sat in a corner of the room. Nick walked quickly to it and sat down, spreading his legs wide apart and allowing them to dangle over the arms. The dean followed him and crouched on the floor at the foot of where Nick now sat.
"Is this far enough?" Nick asked, glancing down at the dean.
"Not quite. Grab your ankles, Mr. Blake, and let me see that tight little ass-hole of yours!" Dean Smith directed hungrily. Nick did as he directed, pulling his feet up to either side of his head, grasping firmly on his ankles.
"Like this?" he asked.
"Yes! That's excellent, Mr. Blake!" the dean panted, now wild with perverted lust. Nick felt his buttocks part. He knew that his anus was now completely exposed to Dean Smith's gaze. He wondered what the crazed old man had in store.
He didn't have to wait long. Within seconds of exposing his hairy ass-hole, Nick felt the dean's tongue flicking at the sensitive flesh. The feeling was fantastic and Nick realized that this was a totally new experience. He had never had his ass licked before, and it was really turning him on.
"Lick it out! Aaahhhh ... It feels so good," Nick gasped excitedly as he felt the dean's lips press down over his puckered ass-hole. He felt the old man's lips bite and nibble at the hairy flesh that surrounded the tiny orifice. Soon, Nick found himself writhing about insanely as he sat in the chair, grasping his ankles high over his head.
"I bet that Miss Sandeman never did it like this before. Am I right, Mr. Blake?" Dean Smith asked excitedly.
"No! Never!! " Nick panted crazily in reply. He continued to writhe and squirm as he felt the dean's tongue lick and lave maddeningly at the fiery orifice. Nick dug his nails into the leather arms of the chair and threw back his head. He clenched his teeth tightly together and thrashed his head back and forth, savoring the incredible feeling of getting his ass rimmed by the lust-ridden dean.
"Lick it out! Lick my ass! Aaahhh!" Nick panted wildly. His cock was rock-hard as it lay against his belly, the head grinding against the coarse blonde hairs that grew across his stomach.
"I'm going to come! I'm getting ready to come!! " Nick screamed out suddenly. The rough scraping of the hairs on his belly against the sensitive flesh of his cockhead took Nick over the brink. He dug his fingers into the leather arms of the chair and thrust his groin high into the air, raising his body right off the cushion. Every muscle in his body tensed as they prepared for his onrushing climax.
"Hold it, Mr. Blake!! " Dean Smith screamed at him. But Nick was almost beyond caring. He felt a surging rush of ball-juice come surging up his shaft, and collect in the fist-like head of his dong. The pressure was unbearable. Then suddenly, he felt Dean Smith's mouth clamp down over the throbbing meat. At the same time, Nick felt one of the dean's fingers go flying up his steaming ass-hole.
Nick screamed out in pain as his virgin butt had never been violated with such cruelty. Yet as he screamed, he felt his cock let loose. Nick felt his entire body go rigid. He rammed his meat deep into the dean's throat, clenched the muscles of his ass over the dean's fingers, and let it happen.
"Aaah!! Aaahhh!! Aahhhh!! ! ! " Nick screamed out crazily as his cockhead shot off, blasting spurt after spurt of thick, oozy come into the dean's eager mouth. Nick thrashed his body crazily all around the chair, sweat pouring from his body making his flesh glisten.
"Suck me! Suck it all out!! Faster! Faster!" Nick screamed crazily as his throbbing dong continued to pump gobs and gobs of white, jelly-like gism into the dean's mouth and over Nick's tool, one hand grasping the shaft, the other probing the sensitive flesh of his ass-hole.
"Oh, suck it all out!" Nick bellowed fiercely. He tossed his head from side to side. A look of pain mixed with pleasure, crossed his face. Sweat poured from his naked thighs onto the leather of the chair as Nick groaned and squirmed against his massive orgasm. Then when his meat had blasted the final load of ball-juice down Dean Smith's throat, Nick's body collapsed wearily back into the chair. He sat there, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his mouth hanging open, clawing at the leather and gasping frantically for air. His stomach and hairy chest heaved senselessly up and down. Meanwhile, Dean Smith continued to suck and lave at his big, hairy balls, then down his thighs, finally bringing his mouth to Nick's cock and was now laving and licking the sides of the glistening shaft with his tongue. Nick opened his eyes and watched excitedly.
"Lick it! Lick all the damn come off my cock!" he panted passionately. Then Dean Smith looked up at him and smiled as he grasped firmly at the receding meat. At the same time, the depraved old man started working his finger faster and faster in and out of Nick's hairy ass-hole.
"Oh, that's it! Keep finger-fucking my butt!! " Nick directed excitedly. He ground his buttocks around and around over the probing digit.
"Did you enjoy getting your cock sucked, Mr. Blake?" Dean Smith asked him curiously. Then he bent his head and slurped up a few final strands of white gism from the shiny head of Nick's bulging tool.
"Yes! Yes! I loved it, sir!" Nick gasped wearily as he sat totally depleted in the chair. He had thrown one of his arms across his face to mask the awful bliss of the blast.
"Do you like the feel of my finger up this tight little virgin ass-hole of yours?" Dean Smith inquired salaciously as he poked and probed at the sensitive shit-chute.
"Yes. It feels fantastic. I've never let a man do it to me before, but this time I really enjoyed it," Nick confessed honestly.
Suddenly Nick felt the dean pull his digit from deep inside his ass. Nick let out a little yelp of pain as his sphincter muscles snapped shut. He grimaced at the burning sensation. Then he looked up, to see Dean Smith standing over him, shaking his head back and forth seriously.
"What is it?" Nick asked, rather puzzled. Dean Smith didn't answer. He hurriedly got dressed as Nick sat in the chair, heaving and sighing, trying desperately to regain his breath. Presently the depraved man returned to where Nicky sat and glared down at him disapprovingly.
"Get dressed, Mr. Blake!! " Dean Smith commanded imperiously, placing his hands sternly on his hips.
"Shit! Give me a few minutes. That was one hell of a blow-job that you gave me, sir," Nick protested.
"I hope you realize, Mr. Blake, that I was merely testing you," Dean Smith remarked. Nick sat in the chair and looked intently into the dean's frowning face. The man turned abruptly and walked back to his desk. He sat down on the edge and toyed with his yellow pencil menacingly.
"You heard what I said, Mr. Blake! Get dressed! And then get out!" Dean Smith screamed, totally outraged.
CHAPTER TEN
"Expelled? But you promised!" Nick gasped incredulously as he stood before Dean Smith's desk. Nick felt his stomach begin to palpitate crazily. The dean did not even bother to look up but instead simply continued to shuffle through the assorted papers and folders that sat on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Blake. It's true. Expelled," the dean replied casually. Nick couldn't believe it. Suddenly he began to pound his fists on the top of the Dean's desk.
"But you promised!! ! You said if I fucked you in the ass that I would not be expelled!! " Nick shouted angrily.
Dean Smith remained totally calm. A little smile came to his depraved face. He stood up behind his desk and looked directly into Nick's stunned face.
"I'm sorry, young man. But I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about," the old man said nicely. Nick stared at the dean in disbelief. Suddenly he realized that he had been double-crossed.
"Oh, I see, now!! ! ! What a fool I've been!! I screw your ass and I still get expelled! Is that it!" Nick growled angrily, "I ought to belt your fucking mouth in!! ! " Nick started to lunge across the desk at the smug-faced dean, but the old man caught his arm.
"I don't recommend that you get violent, Mr. Blake. After all, when I report to the Student Committee that you attempted to proposition me, Mr. Blake, I think that ... "
"You fucking bastard!! ! " Nick screamed, now totally outraged. "Get dressed and get out!! ! " Dean Smith bellowed in reply. His face turned purple with rage as he pointed towards the office door.
Nick hurriedly slipped into his clothes and stormed to the door of the office. Before going out, he turned and glared angrily at the depraved dean.
"I trusted you, you shit! It isn't fair that I should be expelled!" Nick screamed across the room.
"Now get out!" yelled the dean, with detachment.
"I'll go to the president's office!" screamed Nick. He glared at the dean to see his response. But the old man only laughed.
"Certainly. Go ahead, Mr. Blake. But whom do you think that they are going to believe? Huh? Think about it," Dean Smith snickered arrogantly. Nick spat on the carpeting and slammed the door behind him. Then he hurried down the echoing hall of the Main Building and back to his fraternity house.
Once back at the house, Nick rushed up to his room and flopped down on his bed, folding his hands under his head. He was absolutely livid with rage. First, from being snitched on by the campus whore, Diane Sandeman, and second, from being duped by the faggot, Dean Smith. Nick scratched his balls and then thought about jerking off. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Yeah, who is it?" Nick snapped rudely. There was a short silence for a few moments.
"Who is it?" Nick yelled. Still there was no answer. Finally out of sheer exasperation, Nick leapt from his bed and ran to the door. He opened it abruptly. It was Gilda.
"Hi, Nicky ... I ... uh..." Gilda stammered nervously. Nick glared at her.
"What do you want?" Nick snapped rudely at the young coed.
"May I come in?" she asked softly. Then she walked into the room and sat down on the edge of Nick's bed. She bit her fingernails and stared nervously into Nick's tension-ravaged face. Suddenly, she jumped up and threw herself into Nicky's arms. Nick felt her squeeze his body tightly and press her heaving boobs firmly against his chest.
"What is it, Gilda? Why did you come to see me?" Nick inquired wearily. He felt his anger beginning to drain away. Now he only felt tired. He led Gilda by the hand back to the edge of the bed and sat down next to her.
"Oh, Nicky, I heard about what happened this morning," Gilda confessed. Tears came to her eyes, and Nick thought that she was going to burst into tears.
"Come on. Don't cry. It's not going to do any good," Nick comforted the young girl.
"Oh, Nicky, I feel so awful. I feel that it's all my fault that you're getting kicked out of school!" Gilda confessed tearfully. Tiny tears of shame and regret went trickling down her cheeks as she stared sadly into Nick's face.
"Oh, come on, Gilda. It's not your fault. It's mine," Nick replied. He placed his arms around her body and pulled her into his strong embrace.
"But, Nick, I can't help feeling that if I had allowed you to make love to me that all this mess could have been avoided," Gilda simpered.
"How did you find out that I had been expelled?" Nick asked her. Gilda blinked and looked at him through her teary eyes.
"Mrs. Muldoon told me. I rushed right over here when I heard," Gilda replied.
"That bitch!" Nick snickered.
"Yes. She always told me that you were an awful person, Nicky, and that you only wanted to fuck me." Gilda sniffed tearfully.
"Do you still think that I'm an awful person, Gilda?" Nicky asked the young coed seriously.
"Oh, Nick! I never thought that you were an awful person at all! Just so terribly impatient and unconcerned," Gilda admitted. She reached out and placed her hand on his thighs, running her fingers delicately up and down his pant-leg.
"What do you mean, 'unconcerned?' " Nick asked.
"I meant that you always got angry when I said that I didn't want to make love. You never seemed to care about the way I felt," Gilda remarked sadly. She dabbed a tissue to her eyes and looked at Nick for his response.
"Look, Gilda, you're the one that never wanted to discuss the whole thing," Nick shot back. Gilda cried. She began to sob softly as Nick held her close to his body.
"I'm sorry, Gilda. I guess the only thing that I've ever been concerned with has been satisfying my own animal lust," Nick confessed during a moment of insight. He felt Gilda place her hands on his chest and run them over his pectoral muscles through the material.
"Gilda, I want to make love," Nick whispered softly into the young coed's ear. Then he kissed her lightly on her tear-stained cheek. Gilda did not reply right away. She raised her head from his shoulder and looked deeply and gravely into Nick's handsome face, searching his eyes for meaning.
"Yes, Nicky. So do I. It's time that I stopped being afraid," Gilda admitted bravely. She brushed her soft hair from her eyes.
"Afraid?" Nick questioned.
"Yes, Nicky. I was always afraid to let you make love to me," Gilda confessed sadly. Nick sat up and began to unbutton his shirt. Gilda reached over and assisted him. When his shirt was off, Gilda ran her hands hungrily through the thick patches of blonde hair that grew across Nick's belly and chest.
"Why were you afraid, Gilda?" Nick asked as he began to unbutton her blouse. Soon, he had her bra removed and was running his hands over her heaving breasts, kissing the taut nipples rightly with his lips.
"It isn't easy, Nick," Gilda said with difficulty, "you see, several years ago, I was brutally raped." Nick raised his head suddenly from her breasts. He looked intently into her eyes and held her tightly by the shoulders. He was stunned by her confession.
"Raped?" Nick said, totally bewildered.
"Yes. That's why it has been so difficult for me to have sex with you, Nicky. Or with any man," Gilda replied tearfully. Nick sat silently for several moments.
"Gilda, please forgive me for being so selfish. I didn't know. And what's worse is that I never even thought that it was something like a psychological problem," Nick confessed, "I always figured that there was something wrong with me!"
"Oh, Nicky, no. If we had only talked about this before," Gilda sniffed sadly. Nick lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, yet hungrily on the mouth.
"I want to make love, Nicky. Right here. I want to feel you inside me," Gilda moaned softly. She lay back across the bed. Nick stretched out across the sheets next to her.
"Be gentle with me, Nicky. Please. I'm still very fragile," she said softly as she ran her hands back through his long blonde hair and stared lovingly into his blue eyes.
"I will, Gilda, I will. I promise. I don't feel that I have to force myself into you anymore," Nick confessed, somewhat surprised by his own feelings of tenderness toward the very girl who only earlier he had never wanted to see again.
"Just be gentle, Nicky and I'll do all that I can," Gilda remarked. Nick lowered his mouth to her huge breasts and began to suck and lick at the tightening pink nipples. Then he ran his mouth down the soft skin of her bare belly. Carefully, he removed Gilda's skirt and underwear. She was now totally naked on his bed. Nick felt his cock growing rock-hard inside his pants.
"Get naked, Nicky. I want to make love in the nude," Gilda said. She spread her legs seductively, revealing the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy.
In response, Nick stood up and quickly stripped away the very last of his clothing. When he was totally nude he climbed back on top of the bed, straddhng Gilda's naked body. She reached up and grabbed hold of his penis massaging and groping the stiff cock.
"I'm ready, Nicky. Please, be gentle," Gilda pleaded lightly.
"I will, my love, I will," he replied. Nick spread his muscular frame across her and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he spread her legs far apart with his knees. Her glistening cunny was now completely open to him. He positioned the swollen head of his penis at the entrance to her cunt and slowly but surely pressed forward.
"Oh, Nicky..." Gilda moaned softly. She closed her eyes and bit her lower hp as Nick slid his tool into her pussy. He felt her fingers digging into the hard flesh of his back as he drove himself into her, gently but firmly. As the feast of love began for the first time with Gilda, Nick suddenly realized the tenderness he felt deep inside. He kissed Gilda gently on the lips when he had penetrated her vagina with all ten inches of his tool.
"Oh, Nicky, this is the way that it should have been from the start," Gilda moaned softly into his ear. He felt her squeeze her legs together tightly around his waist. Then he began the rhythmic pulling back and plunging forward into her belly. As the sexual tension mounted, Nick recognized that he had changed. He saw that it was really his frustrated love for Gilda that had made him behave so crudely and badly to everyone.
"Gilda, please forgive me for the way I've treated you," Nick whispered gently into her ear. He kissed her gently.
"There's nothing to forgive, Nicky," Gilda replied softly, "I know that deep inside you're a very gentle person. That's why I love you."
She held him more tightly than she'd ever done before-at least, that's what Nicky felt. He felt a degree of tenderness and love towards her that he could hardly bear. It was almost as if it were too gentle and fine a situation for him, as if he, Nicky Blake, did not deserve to have so fine a woman love him.
In his arms she was moving and moaning out the harmony of their lovemaking. He throbbed against her and inside her and pushed his maleness down harder each time.
Gilda's legs pressed down on his thighs and seemed to caress him with then very touch, urging him from his roughness into a gentleness he had a difficult time understanding. And yet, that's what he wanted now. He let the love fill his body-every bone, every muscle, every pore ached and sang with it, and he wanted to share it with her, so badly, so wildly.
His love for her, and his passion, were so real during this time that they obscured any other thoughts or fantasies that might have come into his mind. His one thought, his one feeling, was that he was here with Gilda, and that he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone before-or ever would again.
He kissed her neck gently as he bore down on her. His prick was hot and heavy inside her womanly hole of muscle and fluid. She loosened and tightened her muscles against him, and together they moved in a rhythm of love.
"Oh, Nicky," Gilda whispered to him, as she rolled her head from side to side in motions that matched the rolling movements of her hips, "Oh, Nicky, I want you so much."
Nicky didn't answer-he couldn't. He just held her more tightly in his arms and pushed his prick faster and faster in and out of her.
"Don't make it so fast, Nicky," Gilda whispered hotly to him. "I want this time to last a long, long while. Please Nicky," she said. "Please."
Nicky heard her. He slowed his pace, slowed the movement of his body to a gentle cry, almost a caress. His hips stopped pushing so hard and heavy and his prick rested in Gilda's cunt as a baby would rest in a mother's warm arms. And she held him so, cradling his meat in the warmth of her body, holding him with the tenderness of honest love.
"Gilda," Nicky said softly, as he kissed first her cheek and then the hollows of her neck. "This is unbearable! I want you so much!" And yet he loved the delightful agony of suppressing himself in her, of lying there with her, his tool inside her, but not moving.
"I know, baby," giggled Gilda quietly. "But it teaches tolerance. I'm dying to finish."
Nicky carefully, and with control, moved his lips to Gilda's and kissed her fully, pushing his tongue into her mouth and finding her tongue waiting for his. The two entwined and pushed back and forth, and the moans that escaped their lips built the tension in their united organs, and would not let them rest.
Nicky rose up and pulled his prick slightly out of his lover's hole, and then went down into it. He was hard and hot and Gilda was ready for him to finish, for she was near her climax, too.
"Nicky!" she cried, tightening her legs around him. "Nicky, hold me!"
Her words were almost a prayer to him, and he listened-he listened and answered. His arms were wrapped around her and he squeezed her tightly as he bore down on her for the final thrusts.
He pressed closely to her, and she to him. She put her hands back around him, sliding them up and down his back and around his ass.
At the insistent pressing of her fingers into his flesh, Nicky began the final movements of his union with Gilda. His hips rolled back and forth, and up and down, and the rigid length of his penis rode down inside her, and his sexual need grew until he had reached a peak of excitement, and he knew he would come soon.
Gilda, too, was at a peak of excitement, and her body was moving faster and faster. Nicky could feel her muscles tensing and rubbing against his, and he wanted to come with her, together-he wanted the climaxes to become one.
Gilda's breath was coming rapidly, pantingly, and she held onto Nicky as if the lack of her arms around him would allow him to disappear. She held tightly and pounded her hips up against Nicky's own, smashing down on her as the hard piece of manhood rammed into her hole, just the way she loved it.
As their flesh made contact again and again and the sweat from their lovemaking seemed to let their flesh flow against one another, Nicky sent spurts of his cream into Gilda's body, just as she tightened against him and felt the crashing of her own climax. .
They held one another afterwards, not wanting, not willing, to let go.
"Gilda," whispered Nicky, "always stay with me.
"I love you Nicky," answered Gilda, rubbing his back gently. "I told you that."
"How?" Nick asked thoughtfully. "How, after all I've done?"
Gilda ran her hands back through his hair and stared into his eyes. "Nicky," she said, "the only thing that matters is what we are, not what we do."
Nicky knew she was right. In that instant, he knew she would be the one woman who could understand him, because she could understand his past. He wasn't all the things he had pretended to be. He was merely a man who had tried a little too hard for what he'd wanted.
