There is something about being away from home that encourages people to try the unknown. The illicit, the forbidden, seem more attractive and less wicked somehow. A faithful married man will find himself with a strange woman at an out-of-town convention. A young boy will experiment with drugs for the first time when he goes away to college. And summer resorts seem to encourage the lessening of inhibitions. Vacationers are there to relax and party, and an almost natural loosening of morals inevitably seems to follow.
HOT PANTS COED is a story about a young girl just beginning to discover her sexuality. Connie Chandler, a somewhat naive and very beautiful teenager, leaves home and goes to college, little realizing the temptations she will be exposed to. Connie must come to terms with her sexuality and learn what maturity really is, learn to look at herself with pride and self-respect, rather than with guilt and loathing.
HOT PANTS COED is about a time everyone must face, that fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and confusing time, but one that holds lessons which remain with us for a lifetime.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
The pain was a fading memory, a memory being washed away by the deep continuing waves of pleasure sweeping through her. The warm, spring night, the star-filled sky, the crescent moon, the smell of the flowers, the soft caress of the night air on her naked body-all combined to increase her pleasure. She was sensuously aware of the hard weight of the boy on her, and of the harsh grass prickling her asscheeks. The pleasure that was building to overwhelm everything else was caused mainly by a passionately swollen cock that was stretching her virgin cunt. Her clit was being twisted and rolled between their pubic arches. It was better than she had expected, better than her self-stimulation had ever been. It was a seething rush of ecstasy. The big, hard cock pistoning in and out of her cunt stimulated nerves she hadn't even realized existed. "Ooh, yes," she sighed, and closed her eyes against the star-spangled glory of the sky overhead. "Oooh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" She was oblivious to the joyous singing of the crickets and grasshoppers as she rocked endlessly on the waves of her passion.
"Aaahhhhh!" The cock plunged deeper than ever into her cunt. Her hips responded with a thrust of their own. She felt the cockhead butt the end of her cunt. The wet spot staining the tuxedo slacks spread on the grass of the putting green took on fresh significance as the big prick kept moving in and out of her blazing pussy. She had the feeling that Paul was going to go on fucking her all night.
She hadn't wanted it to happen. She had agreed to leave the dance and take a walk with him in order to give the embarrassing wet splotch on his trousers time to dry. The long, slow song and close embrace had brought him off right on the country club dance floor. Connie had felt him rubbing against her and had felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her. Then she had felt his cock pumping, felt hot wetness seep slowly through her dress, and she had known what had happened. Walking along, arms around each other, her shoes dangling from one hand, they had said nothing, just shared the closeness they both knew would end too soon. The music from the dance faded as they moved farther into the darkness. On an isolated green he had suggested they sit, and she bad agreed. Carefully, to avoid staining her white dress, she had spread the full skirt out around herself. It had gleamed magically in the soft moonlight.
Naturally, they had kissed. Just as naturally, his hand had eased up to press her tits through her dress and bra. Her heart quickened its beat, and her back ached-but she didn't want to lie down on the grass, because it would stain her dress. "Why don't you take it off?" Paul suggested softly. It seemed so logical. Why not? He had seen her in a bathing suit. And the last time they had gone to the drive-in she had let him slip his hand under her blouse and touch her bare tits. And she had touched his cock, and rather than letting him in her, made him jet pearly jism into the air and over her hand.
So, she turned her back to him so he could unzip her dress. He lifted it up off her, and the night air touched her fondly between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bra. She patted her blonde curls back into place. She watched curiously as he took off his white dinner jacket and cummerbund. Then he toed off his shoes and began undoing his shirt, and then his pants.
"I don't want to get grass stains either because the suit's rented," he explained.
His underwear was stained by his dripping cock. He spread his clothes neatly on the grass and then sat down beside her. His arms felt very warm around her as they cuddled, kissed, and slowly stretched out on the prickly grass. His hand on her tit was closer to her bare skin now. Only a single puny layer of lace separated him from her. Her berrylike nipple was like a rock, a burning, demanding rock.
His tongue bored into her mouth, and her heartbeat grew faster, sharper. She felt as if her insides were melting as wave after wave of heat flowed through her body. She rubbed her graceful, smooth legs together sensuously. Her crotch felt hot, wet, sticky, and empty. She touched his strong arm and felt his hot skin under her fingers as he pried under her bra. His fingertips set her nipple ablaze with their touch. Her bra was suddenly too tight and uncomfortable to bear, so, when he tried to reach the hooks at the back, Connie helped by lifting up. She felt the band loosen.
The way he sucked in his breath at the sight of her pale tits made her throat knot with pleasure. His fingers brushed the pert rose-tinted point of one nipple, and an electric jolt lashed through her, making her back arch, her hips writhe.
He stripped his undershirt off, and then their bodies were pressing together, warm flesh against warm flesh. She felt like they were Adam and Eve. The feel of warm skin against warm skin as the night air whispered around them was unbelievable. Her arms hugged his strong body to her and they squirmed chest to chest, each loving the feel of her tits being squashed between them.
She let him wedge a leg between her naked, sleek thighs. Her hips surged up to press her soft mint against his hard thigh. He lay half on her. His cock was like a hot steel ingot against her even though they both still had their underpants on. His words were hot in her ear, and her pulse raced. His hand slid down her naked side, eased under the elastic of her panties, touched the side of her hip. She felt her panties being tugged lower. Without even thinking about it, because she didn't dare think about it, she lifted her ass off the grass, and pushed the other side of her panties down, bared herself to him as she never had before. She loved him, and he loved her, and it seemed right. They belonged together, here, tonight, under the stars. It would weld them together before the approaching months of separation. To lie naked with him on the grass, even though they did not go beyond cuddling bare skin against bare skin, would be like being married. So she let him ease her panties down, and even helped him. And then she was as naked as the day she had been born, just sixteen years before.
Paul pulled away, and studied her as she lay on the pass. She was a graceful series of pale curves, all silver and shadow in the gentle light of the moon. His face was in shadow, but she didn't need to see his eyes. She could feel the admiration and love in his gaze as he stared at her firm, rounded, pink tits, the soft sweep of her tummy, the thrusting roundness between her thighs, her shy patch of reddish pubic curls. "You, too?" she asked around a lumped throat. "Please?"
He stood up self-consciously to remove his shorts, and then there it was. Leaning out from his body, leaning over her like a mammoth pole, was his erect cock. The rounded end looked dusky compared to the pale shaft. There was a jewel like glittering at the tip. A thick, dark, curly patch of hair provided a dramatic backdrop. Huddled underneath, barely discernible was the sac that contained his balls.
Slender and well muscled, he looked like a Greek god as he towered over her in the moonlight. She didn't think she had ever seen anything so beautiful in her life. Her insides clenched, and an unbearable, aching hunger grew in her.
He settled onto the grass beside her. His hand slid over her naked skin.
She curled her fingers around his cock, tested its hardness and its heat. She had touched it before, but it had never felt as hard or as hot as it did now. Slick stickiness burned her fingers and glued her to his cock. His hand touched her tummy shyly, hesitating. When she made no move to stop him, his fingers eased lower, combed into her dainty cuntal curls. Her hips surged upward in invitation. Her thighs parted and his fingers curled down between her legs. One finger parted her slit, and the hunger in her body raged higher. She tenderly stroked and petted his throbbing cock, but not the way she knew produced the quick, pumping, jerking spurting. That wasn't what she was trying to do. Her touch made his cock drool hungrily over her fingers. She ran them delicately over the rubbery head of it. "Please?" he groaned desperately, slipping his finger deep into her wet, hungry cunt.
Fear cut through Connie's passion for one brief moment, then was overwhelmed by her hunger for something more than a finger in her cunt. "Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Spreading her thighs, she welcomed him into her young, slender body. She guided the knob of his cock to the gate of her virgin hole. He rammed into her, and there was a flare of pain as her cherry was broken by his invading prick. Then the pain slowly ebbed and she was gradually filled with his hard meat.
She was lying on her back with her thighs straining wide apart so she could be certain of getting every delectable inch of his cock into her virgin, clinging cunt. She hoped he would be able to go on and on and on, since his initial horniness had been slaked by his orgasm on the dance floor. She loved the feel of his body moving on hers, the contact lubricated by their perspiration. Her tits were rolled and twisted as he moved up and down, up and down.
It was happening, she felt it happening, deep down inside her. The marvelous itch of anticipation was building and building, increasing with every stroke of the cock in her cunt. It had happened before when her own hands had toyed with her body and caressed her clit. But this time it was going to be bigger, and better, and more unforgettable. Because this time there was a cock in her body, an erect male cock, and she was with a man as a woman was meant to be with a man, and it was going to feel so good to have a pulsing rush of ecstasy coursing through her while her cunt was so marvelously stuffed with cock. It was coming, coming, coming. She was THERE!
It was an unbelievable psychedelic trip. As her consciousness was whirled around, tumbled and rolled in the incredible glory of the orgasm, she remained vaguely and happily aware of the cock moving in her body, sliding in and out of her convulsing cunt. Her whole body was bathed in flames of pleasure as Paul moved in her, faster and faster, harder and harder with every stroke.
Connie's orgasm changed subtly, became less intense and consciousness being more exquisite. Now she could consciously appreciate the unbelievable pleasure. And, as long as Paul kept fucking her, she knew her pleasure would continue. The only drawback to her endless joy was the knowledge that Paul could not possibly go on forever, that sooner or later he was going to reach his own spurting peak and then it would be all over. He grunted in her ear, and she quailed. He was almost there. She wondered what his orgasm would feel like.
He heaved into her, and she thrust up against him. She felt the rock-hard cock clutched in her cunt pulse, swell and contract, felt a hot spurt hit the stretched end of her pussy. Paul's hips quivered between her thighs. He tried to run her through with his cock. She clutched his hard asscheeks and felt them convulse.
Her own pleasure rocketed upward with every steaming blast of cum, with every orgasmic convulsion that racked him. Her cunt was being pulverized between them. She clung to him and wished she could enfold his entire body with hers, wished that they could melt into a ball that would last forever and ever and ever.
But her pleasure faded as his spurting cock subsided, and then she was feeling his prick slowly shrink. She clung to him desperately, tried to hide under him. Hide from what? From herself, from her guilt and sorrow and joy and confusion? It had happened and she had not meant it to happen, and it had been wonderful, but now it could never happen like that again. It was obvious of course. There could only be one first time. Alter a long time, when he had pulled his cock from her cunt, they snuggled together on the grass. "Oh, Paul," she sighed, almost sobbed out. "God, I love you," he told her.
She knew that he meant it. "I-I love you, too," she replied, wondering at the catch in her voice.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean it to happen, honest I didn't." "You didn't?" She was a little disappointed to hear this, somehow. He hadn't wanted her?
"I mean, well, I had hoped it would," he corrected. "I wanted you, but I didn't want to-to hurt you."
"It hardly hurt at all," she assured him. "Honest. And I'm glad we did it, because now we have something that's just ours, something we'll both remember always." She paused, aware she sounded like a sentimental fool. "It'll help us both over the summer when I'm not here with you."
"Don't mention that," Paul moaned. "I don't even want to think about it." Connie suddenly realized that, even though she was a year younger than Paul, she seemed older than he was in many ways. "But it's the way it is," she said philosophically.
"But three whole months apart!" Paul groaned.
"We'll be together again soon, and if we didn't do it this way, we'd be apart for a whole year," she pointed out.
"You sure it'll work?" Paul asked, worried.
Connie stretched out on her back. Her hands behind her head, she reveled in her nakedness, and stared up at the starry sky. "Of course I am. All I have to do is take three simple courses and I'll be a freshman in college, too. I'll just have a year less high school is all." A freshman in college at sixteen, she thought. Now, that was really something! She'd be in college, no longer smothered by a bunch of kids who didn't care about learning. She'd be with college students with people who were in school because they wanted an education. Nobody would sneer and call her a teacher's pet just because she enjoyed studying and learning. "But three months," Paul protested. "What if you find some other guy?" "Don't worry, she assured him. "I'll be working too hard. I won't have time for any nonsense."
"But you just said it would be easy," Paul argued.
"Boy, you're really on a downer, aren't you?"
"I'm just worried," he retorted.
"Well, yeah, so am I," she shot back. "You'll be here, surrounded by all the yummy girls at the club pool. I'll be working like a dog in musty classrooms."
"Aw, they don't mean anything to me," Paul snorted, tracing a circle around one of Connie's nipples with one finger. "You're the only girl for me." "For the next three months?" Connie retorted. "You won't go out with anyone for the next three months?"
"I won't want to go out with anyone over the summer," he answered.
"Oh, sure, I'll bet."
"I won't," he insisted.
"Well..."
"Look, we've been steadies for three months now," he pointed out.
"Four," she corrected.
"Four," he agreed. "And I've never looked at another girl."
"Yeah. But Ginger sure gave you one hell of a looking over," Connie argued.
"And I didn't even give her the time of day. Right?" "Right," Connie agreed. She was silent for a few minutes, worrying. She hadn't been worried before.
"Hey, I was the one who was worried, not you," Paul said tenderly. He stroked her graceful torso gently, curling his fingers to the roundness of one firm young tit. "I'll be there in September, and things will be better than ever."
"Mmmmm," Connie purred, loving the feel of his caress. She slid one hand over and curled her fingers around his wet cock. It felt warm and soft, and alive, even though it was still small and limp. "You were my first," Connie murmured softly.
"Ummm?" Paul grunted.
"You were my first," she repeated. "And I was your first."
"Yeah," Paul replied, understanding finally.
"I'll always remember it," Connie sighed. "No matter how many times I do it, I'll always remember this first time."
"You aren't going to do it with anyone else, are you?" Paul asked. "Course not," she assured him. "But you and I will do it again, lots of times." She squeezed his cock. It was swelling rapidly in her grasp. "Oh, yeah!" he answered enthusiastically.
"Like now," she whispered.
"Now?" he asked nervously.
"Of course now," she answered, nibbling on his chin as she rolled toward him. Her lips found his, her tongue pried into his mouth, and she tasted the soft drink he had had at the dance. She slid one smooth leg over his strong hairy ones, felt his harsh skin against hers. One tit brushed against his chest.
His response was quick and vigorous. His arms pulled her to him, bringing them closer and more intimately together.
"Let's stay here all night," she suggested.
"Here?"
"Until the sun rises. Let's stay here and see the sun rise, and make love again and again and again until it does. And then we can do it with the sun shining down on us."
"We can do it," she insisted. "Staying out all night is a tradition. We were already planning on it."
"Yeah, but,"
"Janet will cover for us," Connie went on. "You know she'll cover for us if anyone asks."
"Well, maybe," Paul agreed reluctantly.
"Say yes," she urged hotly. "Say yes!" She squeezed his swollen cock, adding emphasis to her demand. "We'll make it a night to really remember!" "Okay," he agreed. He groaned with lust as her small, graceful hand caressed his throbbing cock.
She kissed him again and ground her tits against his chest. She climbed over him, pressed the hot length of her naked body against him. His arms went around her lithe torso as she straddled one of his strong hairy legs with her slender smooth ones. She pressed her cunt against him. A warm wave of pleasure swept through her from the stimulation to her clitoris. Paul's cock was trapped between them. It felt like a hot rolling pin against her sensitive, tender belly. It was halfway between her cunt and her hipbone. She twisted just to feel the hot, hard tower of meat roll between them. She squirmed because she liked the tugging feel of her tits rubbing against his ribs and pectorals.
The moon had risen higher. They were near the middle of the putting green. It was like they were on the center of a stage. The grass around them was dark compared with the silver of their nude bodies. The pale globes of Connie's asscheeks shifted and rolled and shivered as she squirmed her cunt against his thigh. The graceful line of her spine twisted this way and that as she writhed. The wing bones of her shoulders shifted under her flawless skin. Her hands roamed his flanks, his shoulders, and his arms. Connie's cunt was drooling for that marvelous cock again. Now that it had known the pleasure of being totally gutted, it was demanding it again. She held back, letting the hunger grow and swell until it was obliterating everything else-her lingering reservations and inhibitions, her former purity and innocence. She was becoming a totally sexual being. She squirmed around on Paul and straddled him with her legs. She shifted upward, and felt his cock slip down past her cunt. A thrill of pleasure ripped trough her as it rubbed her clitoris. When she felt the head slide past her crotch, she stopped and felt it nuzzle her. Paul's hips heaved as he rammed his cock against her hungrily. He humped with blind insistence. His prick head missed its mark, scraped along her tender slit and made her flesh blaze. She let her hips roll and grind, increasing the searing friction as his shaft plowed the length of her furrow. The underside of his cock ripped past her clitoris and sent a fiery explosion of pleasure surging through her. But her cunt was still empty, and it refused to let her forget it. The cock in her slot was being smeared with juices as it rubbed up and down her crack. Her cunt walls were convulsing, clutching at emptiness. "Going to cum," Paul panted. His hips were humping faster, rubbing his cock in her slit, not her cunt.
"No," she grunted, lifting up. His cock was left behind. It lay flat up against his hairy belly. The night air struck into her dripping crotch like icy fire, chilling her cunt lips, drying her juices. "Aww," Paul groaned.
"Not that way," Connie soothed. She was as desperate for it as he was, but she wanted him in her cunt, not just rubbing her. Reaching down between them as she hovered above him, she lifted his cock and aimed it into her juicy cunt lips. She nestled its head into her body, and then slowly wriggled down on it. She felt it press slowly up into her ravenous cunt felt it stretch her slippery folds with its bulk. She was lying on him with her ass in the air, her knees braced. She eased his prick into her hot cunt. Her crotch moved down toward his body as she took his prick gradually, inch by inch. She savored the slow filling of her cunt with his cock. She was panting softly as she impaled herself on his hard meat.
"God, you're hot," he moaned.
"You're so big," she whispered. "You're filling me all up. God, it feels good!"
"Yeah," he agreed. "Feels like I'm wrapped in a hot, wet blanket."
"Feels like I'm being filled with a huge, hard, hot pole," she moaned.
"Oh, Paul!"
"Mmmmmm," he groaned.
"I love you," she whimpered, getting the last fraction of his prick into her.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned again. His hips began humping. This time, the motion made his cock ease in and out of her cunt, instead of up and down her slit. His prick hit all her nerve endings, and sent messages of pleasure searing up to her mind. As he moved under her, her clitoris was being rolled and twisted and pinched between the hard arches of their pubic bones.
She began to move in opposition to his humping, sliding her body up and down his. She felt her skin slip sensuously against his. A stray puff of air carried a heavy, musky scent to her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply. She clung to his thighs with hers, as if riding a horse. Their mouths locked in a hot, wet, sucking kiss as she pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt.
She was building upward again, building toward a second mind shattering orgasm. It seemed this one was going to be as good, or even better, than the first. She rode the steadily building waves of pleasure as they surged through her. They were increasing with every thrust of his big cock. "Oh, Paul."
His breath was blasting into her ear as his hips heaved upward, thrusting at her.
"Oh-Paul," she moaned. "Oh, God! It's-happening again!" Her words trailed off into a pulsating wail of lust as the orgasm lashed through her body with the fury of a hurricane. She clung to him as her cunt spasmed around his engorged cock. She felt it moving in the slick grasp of her sheath. He kept on thrusting, kept mangling her clitoris into a blazing paste.
Paul's moves grew steadily quicker and sharper and his fingers dug into her waist as he held her. He heaved at her, rammed her down on his prick as he pushed up against her. His cock slammed into her with jolting force. The impacts and the friction and the bruising grip all served to increase her blazing pleasure. She kept cumming and cumming and cumming. She felt his cock swelling and expanding in her cunt.
"AH! AH! AH! Aaaaahhhh!" Paul's breath burst from him as his jism erupted into her clutching cunt in thick, heavy gobs that jammed the end of her cunt, trying to penetrate her abdomen by brute force. She held onto her consciousness for a few more seconds. Then everything was swept away on the tide of pleasure. Everything evaporated but the throbbing cock in her cunt. When she was capable of thinking again, the pulsing was over, the cock was shrinking, and there was another hot, thick pool of jism in her pussy.
She snuggled against his warm body, and fell asleep. The first rays of the sun sparkled through the trees, casting long, sharp gashes of light across the smooth grass. The two teenagers on the putting green moved in the slow, languid motions of early morning. They were lying side by side on the grass. Their hands, bodies, and legs tangled in an erotic knot. Then there was a long, tender, straining moment as body locked against body as they milked the endless moment of all its pleasure. Then they slumped with exhaustion. "Do you have to leave tomorrow?" Paul asked sadly.
"Uh-huh," she replied.
"Are you sure?"
Connie nodded. Not meeting his eyes, she stroked one finger down his chest. The tips of her tits were just touching him. "Yeah. I'm getting there a week after everyone else as it is."
"Who else will be there?"
Connie shrugged, felt her tits scrape his flesh. "Oh, all sorts of people. Some freshmen like me, a few upperclassmen taking summer courses."
"Upperclassmen?" Paul asked warily.
"Well, women," Connie amended. "And some men, too. It is a coed school, after all." She sighed. "Oh, Paul, trust me. Please?" "And coed dorms, too," he grumbled.
"Paul, nothing's going to happen," she insisted, slightly exasperated. "Now, come on, we'd better get dressed before the greens keeper comes out here and catches us like this!"
Paul stood up, and helped her to her feet. For a long, aching moment they stood in the golden glow of the sun, staring at each other hungrily. Paul, tall and slender, his dark hair curling around his ears and on the back of his neck; Connie, shorter, rounded and feminine, her blonde curls shining in the sun, her firm, thrusting tits gleaming like alabaster, her nipples rosy-pink and pointed.
Then they turned and picked up their clothes and began to dress. He hooked her bra for her, and zipped up her white, full-skirted dress. Then they walked down the fairway, their shadows leaping and twisting ahead of them over the rolling green turf.
Chapter Two
Connie wished the bus wasn't so crowded, wished she had the seat entirely to herself. Or that she could turn her mind off. Maybe that would still the awful, itching hunger in her cunt. If she could just stop thinking about Paul, about how he had looked with the early-morning sun spilling over his naked body, his drained cock dangling heavily, his pubic bush matted from their hours of fucking.
She shifted restlessly, squirming her ass on the hard seat. She stared out at the telephone poles rushing past the window. It was warm in the bus, or at least she was warm. A hot flush was burning her cheeks, bringing beads of sweat to her smooth forehead. Twisting and turning, she shed the jacket of her pantsuit. Her rounded tits strained against the soft, white, clinging sweater she was wearing. As she draped the jacket across her lap, she darted a nervous glance at her seatmate. He appeared to be dead to the world. His head was lolling. His seat was reclined as far as he could get it. One of his long legs sprawled out into the aisle. The knee of the other was jammed against the seat in front. His hands lay limply in his lap.
Connie let her head fall back and squirmed her ass again. She remembered the feeling of Paul's cock inside her. Her mint felt hot and wet and empty. Nibbling nervously on her lower lip, she slipped her right hand slowly under her jacket and pressed her fingers into the humid hollow between her soft, round thighs. The touch sent a wave of pleasure and anticipation coursing through her. Slowly, careful not to let it show, she rubbed the soft yielding flesh below the hard arch of her pubic bone. Through her slacks and panties she felt the hot hollow of the entrance to her cunt. Pressing her fingers against her cunt mound, she pressed on her clitoris, squeezed it against her pubic arch. She remembered the feel of Paul's weight on her, the feel of his hard thighs between her soft ones. The itch in her cunt grew. She recalled how it felt to have a big, hard cock sliding in and out of her aroused pussy. The crotch of her slacks was getting damp and sticky. Panting softly, she rubbed her cunt harder. Her eyes closed as she tried to recapture every nuance of the night on the golf course. Her nipples ached and burned at the memory of how they had been teased and tormented by Paul's fingers, tweaked and twisted and tugged at until they were so swollen they hurt. Her nipples were fully erect now, and she suddenly, belatedly, remembered she wasn't wearing a bra. Cautiously, she glanced down at herself. Her aroused tits were plainly visible. The sharp nubbins thrust out from the soft roundness of her breasts. She glanced up, and decided that the bus driver's view was cut off by the seats in front of her. Then she sneaked a look over toward her seatmate again. His head had rolled so he was facing in her direction, but his eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly.
She felt a surge of relief, and tried to take her hand away from her steaming cunt. But then her mind went back to Paul and the memory of her first fuck, and the itch in her cunt was back, worse than ever. She tried to tell herself that it was hunger for Paul, and Paul only, but the lie fell flat. She was just plain horny. It was a word she had never truly understood until now, one she had never used. It was the only one that described her condition. She was horny, and while Paul was the origin of her problem, she couldn't quite make herself believe that he was the only one who could cure it. If she didn't do something to scratch the itch, she'd be easy prey to the first male that made a move in her direction. She started rubbing her cunt again under the jacket, but it wasn't enough, wasn't filling enough. And there was too much between her fingers and her flesh.
Very carefully, she eased the front zipper of her slacks down and squirmed her hand inside her pants. Since the waist was still fastened, they were too tight through the crotch to let her get more than a fingertip where she wanted it. Alter carefully spreading the jacket to cover more of her midsection; Connie unbuttoned the waist of the tight pants. The thought of what she was doing, right there on the bus, with a strange man sitting beside her, made her heart flutter. It also increased her itching lust. She shifted awkwardly to ease her slacks down far enough to give herself access to her cunt. That should be enough. She wouldn't need to get completely inside of her flimsy panties. She pressed the hot, damp nylon into her sweating cunt slit, and the pleasure and the itch both increased. Her breathing was ragged and heavy. Her nipples were blazing from the light friction of the soft sweater. By pressing her finger along the length of her furrow, she was able to press the material of her panties into her wet cunt a little way, and put more pressure on her clit and her inner cunt lips.
She rubbed, and the fire in her pussy built higher and higher. But then it leveled out. She hovered there, halfway to the glittering release she needed so desperately. Her ass shifted and rubbed and twisted as she fought to build her lust higher. God! It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. She had to get farther into her cunt, somehow. Could she possibly do it without getting caught?
She looked down at her lap again. She ignored the impertinent boldness of her tits and studied the situation. Her jacket reached from her waist to halfway down her thighs. Her right hand was hidden under it. Her left lay casually on top of the blue double-knit jacket. There really wasn't any visible sign of what she was doing to herself. Experimentally, she moved the hand in her cunt. She couldn't see any motion. Suddenly she noticed that there was a bulge in the trousers of the youth beside her, and froze. Holding her breath, she looked nervously over at him. His eyes were closed, his expression smooth and untroubled. What was it Paul had told her once? Something about "wet dreams"? He said he had dreamed about her and had cum in his sleep one night. Must be the boy next to her was dreaming about his girl, she decided. She couldn't stop now, anyway. She was too horny to stop. She had to get some kind of release from the excruciating hunger or she was going to die! She wondered what the erect cock of the guy next to her looked like. She thought about Paul's-ivory-shafted, dusky-capped, ribbed with veins, powerful-and her cunt drooled into her panties. Working very cautiously, she eased her panties down around her hips, baring her pussy, feeling the plastic seat, already warmed by her body, sticking to her bare ass. Her fingers teased through her wiry pubic curls, and into the soft wetness of her slit. Flames lashed through her as she touched the erect, slippery pearl of her clit. She spread her legs, raised one knee, and rested her foot on the metal footrest bar. Her other leg was straight, the foot thrust under the seat ahead. The bus rushed on down the highway, speeding past rolling farmland. Her head turned toward the window, Connie stared blindly at the scenery as she rolled the slick nubbin of nerves into a knot of pure pleasure. She caught a fleeting glimpse of a barn, a fenced farmyard, and two houses. Searing excitement slashed through her as the bus slowed and stopped for a railroad crossing. The stallion was heaving himself up on the back of the other horse-it had to be a mare. The sight of the stallion mounting the mare was more than Connie could take. She ripped her eyes away from the horses as the bus jolted across the railroad tracks and picked up speed again.
Her eyes turned to the other side, to the lap of the man next to her, and her body froze with shock. His jacket was spread over his lap. One hand was hidden under it. There was a slowly shifting lump beneath the cloth that could mean only one thing. He was masturbating! He wasn't asleep! But he couldn't be aware of what she was doing; could he? She'd been very, very careful.
She glanced at his face fearfully. His eyes were open, glittering with knowledge and excitement. He smiled slyly, and Connie's heart sank. Obviously, he did know. She opened her mouth to say something, but held her tongue when he lifted one finger to his lips, shushing her. Curious, Connie waited. She wondered what he had in mind. Despite her fear and confusion, she still had that fiery hunger in her cunt. He was good-looking, with dark curly hair and sharp blue eyes that had a friendly twinkle. He was eighteen or so, and fairly neatly dressed. He slid his hand out from under his jacket and reached for her wrist. She started to resist, then let him ease her hand under his jacket. She was driven by curiosity and lust, even though she was also scared. Her fingertips touched something hot and hard, and burning stickiness clung to her skin. She curled her fingers around his hard, hot, throbbing cock. Just touching the powerful shaft of flesh sent her hunger soaring higher than ever. She tried to think of Paul, but all she could think of was the cock in her hand. Fingertips touched the tender bare skin of her belly near the wing of her hip, and crept slowly toward the steaming heart of her cunt. She did nothing to stop them. She let her hand be pushed aside, and the world swirled around her as gentle fingers touched the button of her clit, then pressed into her slick, seething cunt lips. She pumped her hand on the towering cock in her hand, and a sticky wave of juice stung her fingers, flowed down between her flesh and his. At the same time, she felt a hot flood pour from her starving cunt and wash over the finger plunging into her rippling pussy. The walls of her slippery cunt clutched the invading finger desperately. Her hips twisted and shifted restlessly on the bus seat. Her asscheeks stuck to, then, stingingly, pulled loose from the plastic upholstery.
The finger pumped in her dripping cunt as her clit was being twisted and rolled against her pubic arch. Her lust was soaring higher and higher and higher, but she had the awful feeling that a finger wasn't going to be enough. She had been treated to cock, and a finger wasn't enough any more. But how could she do it? How could she do it here, in public, on a speeding, crowded bus? How could she do it with a complete stranger? How could she be unfaithful to Paul after such a short separation? She'd promised to be faithful to him.
A second finger slid into her hot, wet cunt, and her fears, worries, questions and reservations were all burned away by the blistering fireball of lust that exploded through her. Her hips heaved upward involuntarily as her desire roared higher. Her grip on the cock tightened, milking yet another wave of juices from it.
The boy pushed gently on her hip with his free hand. She got the idea, and rolled on her side toward the window the way he wanted her to. Carefully, she shifted the jacket so it kept her covered. She risked a quick glance at the seat across the aisle. The couple there was oblivious to everyone else. Tangled in a warm, loving embrace, they slept away the long trip. Then Connie was staring unseeingly out at the countryside again, and feeling her panties and slacks being eased down around her thighs. Under the concealing jacket, her ass was completely exposed. She clung to the cock in her hand like it was a life preserver. She kept her attention on the fingers still stirring her cunt to a hot pool of searing lust as the boy behind her shifted on his seat, rolled to his side, and moved in closer and closer behind her.
The head of his cock probed into her from behind, wedged through the tight crevice of her thighs. She spread them slightly and steered the hot cock to its target; the hot wet nest of her cunt opening. The boy slid his fingers out of her hole and pressed them against her clitoris. With his cockhead set securely in the entrance to her pussy, Connie released her grip on his prick and curled herself tighter, awaiting the first thrust into her aching cunt.
He molded himself to her back, and, from behind, his prick bored into her, stuffing her pussy, stilling the hunger that had been raging through her. He squirmed his free hand around her and caressed and petted her tits through the thin, clinging sweater. He rammed his cock into her with a continuous steady drive until his hips jammed up against her ass, pressed warmly against her asscheeks. She could feel the sharp hardness of his belt buckle digging into her soft flesh. He hadn't even lowered his trousers, only opened his fly to release his towering cock. Now he had the full, hard bulk of his prick rammed full depth into her cunt. She loved it as and was amazed at the marvelous fullness in her body, as she held on while waiting for the final explosive release. He began to move, sliding his swollen cock in and out of her aroused body. Her pleasure raged higher and higher. He skillfully rolled her clitoris until it was a searing knot of pure pleasure. He clutched her warm tits, massaging first one and then the other until her nipples were aching to be free. Then suddenly he pushed her sweater up until her tits burst free, into the cool air, totally available to the hot, insistent grasp of his strong hand.
She was cumming! She was rising to a glittering orgasm as the bus sped dawn the highway through the bright June afternoon. Surrounded by unknowing people, she was being fucked by a total stranger, and she was having an incredible orgasm. Her cunt was drowning the cock pistoning in it. With Paul barely a few hours behind her, and her first fuck less than two days back, she was giving herself totally to this stranger, and loving every quaking convulsion of her searing pleasure.
He was fucking her from behind the way the stallion had been going to fuck the mare. His cock pistoned in and out of her cunt with a soft, sticky, wet sound that she was certain everyone in the bus could hear. The smell of sex pooled thickly between the seats. She didn't see how those sitting near them could possibly be oblivious to the musky aroma. She loved the feel of the big cock sliding in and out, in and out of her clutching cunt. The jolting, jouncing of the bus stirred the heavy prick in her pussy, adding to her excitement. The motion of the bus shook the fingers on her cunt, the hand on her tits. He moved faster and faster in her sticky hole, and her lust boiled still higher. Her orgasm continued, seeming to build and build and build and build. Then he powered the full depth into her, sheathed his cock in her to the hilt, and she felt it pulsing in her clenched pussy channel. She felt his hot, sticky cum spurt into her hungry depths, and her orgasm climbed a notch higher, and her cunt spasmed and milked his jetting cock as he unloaded into her ravaged body.
"Oh, dear God!" she moaned as ecstasy devoured her completely, then left her drained and aching and exhausted and satisfied and horrified, all at the same time. She stayed curled in a tight ball, and was grateful that the man behind her held onto to her and protected her from anyone else's prying eyes.
When he finally did pull his shriveling cock out of her, she felt empty and cold inside. She heard his zipper being pulled up and goaded her aching muscles into a sitting position. Mutely, she dragged her panties and slacks up and fastened them. Then she relaxed with her jacket was still over her lap.
"Jerry Peterson," the boy who had just fucked her announced, sticking his right hand out.
Connie ignored it for a moment and then took it reluctantly. "Uh, Connie Chandler," she said stupidly.
"Jansen College, advanced placement, right?" he asked. "Uh-huh," Connie didn't want to talk to him, really, but why shouldn't she? She'd just fucked him, after all. What else could happen between them? "How did you know?"
"Only reason a girl like you would be on this bus. God knows there's nothing else at the end of the ride to bring you out here. I go to Jansen, too. Went away for the day."
Connie looked him over. "Aren't you a bit old for the advanced placement program?" she asked.
Jerry smiled. "I'm a junior doing some summer work. You're young for college, aren't you?"
"Uh-seventeen," Connie lied, adding better than a year. "Not that young."
"Got a roommate yet?" Jerry asked, not contesting her defensive answer.
"No... Guess I'll just have to take what I get."
"Won't have too much choice I'm afraid," Jerry observed.
"Why not?"
"Well, you're a week late."
"How do you know I'm a week late? How do you know I wasn't away for the day, too?"
"You've got a suitcase. And I know all the pretty girls. Anyway, as I was saying, you're a week late, and things are fairly well settled already. The administration doesn't like to open up any more dorms than they have to. This year they're just keeping one open and cramming everyone in there."
"Everyone?" Connie asked.
"Upperclassmen and underclassmen, boys and girls, everyone in one big pot," Jerry elaborated. "Just one big family." "I-I'd sort of expected that," Connie said nervously.
"I'm in 302;..look me up if you ever need anything. Anything at all!" Connie was taken aback by the blatant proposition. "Now look, just because you caught me by surprise, don't think I'm going to-to. . . well, I'm not." Jerry shrugged. "You were horny. I was horny. All God's children get horny. Just keep in mind, the offer's open if you change your mind." Connie grunted noncommittally and stared out the window. Feeling the delicious after-ache of sex, she wondered what had gotten into her to let him fuck her like that, so quickly and casually. She hadn't even known his name until after it was all over. Well, it wouldn't go any farther than that! She was not going to look him up. She hoped she never saw him again. She had promised Paul and she was going to keep that promise from here on.
The wet stickiness in her panties kept reminding her of what she had done. The seemingly endless bus ride went on and on and on. Jerry dropped off to sleep.
The dorm was deserted when Connie got there. All the doors were closed. Only the mutter of a distant radio disturbed the quiet of the hot, muggy afternoon. She tapped shyly on the door of her room before unlocking it with the key she had picked up at the student housing office. The door opened on a sunlit room about fifteen feet square. The curtains hung heavily in the motionless air. The furniture consisted of two beds, two dressers, two desks and chairs, two inexpensive easy chairs, and wall-to-wall carpeting as dull, unyielding and harsh as it was durable. Her roommate had already settled in. There was no sign of the trunk she had sent ahead, and she was dismayed to see that the remaining bed was bare. There wasn't even a mattress pad to protect her from the buttons, half of which were edge-up at the end of their strings. With a grunt, she hefted the single suitcase she had brought with her onto the bed. Sweat was pouring down her face. Her sweater was glued to her. She stripped off her jacket and hung it up, noting idly that her roommate seemed to have no clothes at all. She resisted the urge to snoop in the dresser on the other side of the room.
A glimpse of herself in the mirror made Connie pause. She was so soaked with sweat that the thin, sleeveless sweater hid nothing. It was pasted to her. She stripped it up and off with a sigh of relief. Her skin reveled in being free of the gummy knit. Then she decided to go farther and peeled off her slacks. In panties only, she finished unpacking the few things she had brought.
She stood in front of the mirror and studied herself critically. She seemed to have at last shed the baby fat that had plagued her for so long. What was left was nice round curves; womanly and interesting and graceful. Her tits just filled a C-cup bra and her hips equaled her thirty-five inch bust measurement. Her waist was a trim twenty-four inches making her figure quite nice.
She noticed the wet stain on her panties, and remembered abruptly what had happened on the bus. She felt soiled just thinking about it, and decided to shower. She had no towel or robe, since both were in the missing trunk. But she had to get clean somehow. She couldn't stand her own smell. Her panties kept crawling up into her crotch. Their sticky wetness was a continual reminder of her moment of weakness. Angrily, she stripped them off and got out the old white shirt of her father's she usually wore with her jeans. The tails of it flapped around her knees. The hallway was as empty as before. She searched for the bathroom. She was surprised that there seemed to be only one on the floor. She decided the boys had to go up one flight or down one. Connie gazed curiously at the urinals along one wall and then shrugged. Obviously, it had been a boys' dorm before it went coed.
A few minutes in the shower had cooled her off in one way and warmed her up in another. Her senses were all hyperactive. The touch of her hands on her body made her glitteringly aware of the softness of her flesh, the slickness of her skin. Her nipples peaked instantly when her soap-slick palms glided over her warm, yielding tits. Her whole body loved the feel of her hands on it, and her hands loved the feel of her body. Battling down her sexual excitement, Connie soaped her cunt carefully, trying to wash away the cum inside and outside. Her bush was small and compact, the light-red hair soft and fuzzy. She was quivering with horniness and had to battle to keep from massaging the soft, slippery nubbin of her clitoris with her soapy finger. Forcing her hand away from that nerve point, she briskly lathered her graceful legs where there was some slight stubble from shaving two days ago. Finally, she twisted and turned under the cool spray to rid her flesh of the soap. The needle jets of water stung her aroused tits and made them swell even more.
Finally she shut off the water, and silence engulfed her. It was broken only by the sound of the water streaming off her body and trickling down the drain. Since there was no towel, she had to just wait until the air dried her. She stayed in the shower stall in order to keep the bathroom floor from getting soaked. She leaned casually against one cool wall, and opened the shower curtain to let some air in.
The sound of the neighboring shower going on jerked her awake from a half-doze. She was almost dry, and started to step out of the shower, then darted back frantically. A naked boy was standing at one of the urinals. He finished, flushed, then turned and walked to the shower stall, all without noticing Connie. His gaze was on the shower where the water was running. His cock rose and stiffened dramatically as he walked. Then there was the sound of a girl's voice over the noise of the water, and Connie's heart skipped a beat. That explained the boy's hard-on, at least, but raised other questions. Connie had thought that she had made a mistake and was in the men's bathroom, but the sounds coming from the neighboring shower killed that idea quickly. There were mumblings, mutterings and sighs. The girl moaned sensuously while the boy chuckled, and Connie's guts knotted up and her cunt began to drool in frustration. There was a soggy thud that sounded like a bar of soap being dropped. It was followed by a shrill squeal from the girl, a deep laugh from the boy, and then a throbbing moan from the girl, which slashed straight through Connie. Her mind conjured up wild visions of what was going on in the neighboring stall. Everything she imagined increased her already blazing lust. The soap had dropped, the girl had bent over to pick it up, and then. . . What?
The girl was whimpering now, and the boy was panting. Connie thought she was going to melt into a helpless puddle and disappear down the drain. There was a soft, wet, squishing sound that she had to strain her ears to hear. There was the soft smack of flesh against flesh, and it was in the same rhythm as the whimpering and the panting. God! They were doing it! Right there, in the shower, they were fucking! Just the sound of it was enough to drive Connie mad. The longer it went on, the more she listened and tried to visualize it. Having seen the boy made it easier than it otherwise would have been. But it was too much for her. She had to get out, somehow, some way, no matter what! Her shirt was clear across the bathroom from the showers. On shaking legs, her bare toes clutching the hard tile floor, she dashed to her shirt. She was conscious of her tits jiggling, of cool air touching the dripping part of her aroused cunt. She tried not to, but couldn't stop herself. She turned and looked in the direction of the showers. Her eyes widened when she saw that the curtain wasn't drawn. Locked in a carnal embrace were the boy she had seen, and a slender, very pretty, black-haired girl. The girl was pressed back against the shower wall. Her arms were around the boy's neck, and her legs were around his waist. His cock disappeared into her black cuntal bush. Her full tits were squashed flat between them. Their lips were locked in an open-mouthed, devouring kiss. The whimpers and moans were silenced by their mouths. They wrenched their mouths apart, and Connie saw that they were straining against each other, crotch against crotch. As she watched, a single, heavy, pearly drop drooled down one of the boy's muscular thighs. Then Connie saw that the couple's eyes were open, and focused right on her! Mortified, she frantically struggled into the shirt. Wrapping it defensively around her burning, naked flesh, she whirled, and fled. Engraved on her mind was the sight of the interlocked couple, and the expressions on their faces when they had seen her. There was surprise, true. But, more than that, there was pleasure-pride, even-and hot excitement that made Connie's guts boil.
She ran through the empty, echoing hallway to her room, and slammed and locked the door behind her. Shuddering, she leaned back against the door. Her legs threatened to give way. She staggered across to her bed and slumped down weakly.
She buried her face in her hands, and tried desperately to force her mind away from what she had seen. She could see the sleek texture of the girl's skin, a smooth and flawless contrast to the muscular, lean hardness of the boy's body. She could see him walking from the urinal to the shower, his cock swelling, straining upward, swaying heavily with each step. She could see body pressed tight against body, crotch jammed down against groin, tits mashed against chest. She could see the girl's pretty face as she kissed and sucked the boy's mouth. Their skin had gleamed with water and sweat.
Connie could see the single, thick, creamy glob of cum slithering slowly down the boy's powerful, hairy leg. Lust boiled through her like lava. With a soft whimper, she rolled over on the bed, let the shirt spread open and expose her nude body, all pale and pink. Her hand found one of her lush tits and she stroked her thumb over her aroused, rubbery nipple. Her other hand slid down her rounded tummy. Her fingers combed through her springy, strawberry muff. She pressed her longest finger deep into the steaming, slippery heart of her ravenous cunt.
Her eyes closed, the air warm on her bare flesh, she sent her lust soaring higher and higher. She toyed with first one tit and then the other. She squeezed, feeling the soft flesh yield to her hard grip. She felt her hot, sticky juices coat her probing finger, felt her finger spread the rippled walls of her oozing pussy. She tried to pretend it was Paul's hand on her tits, Paul's finger in her cunt.
It wasn't quite working though. Her mind couldn't make it real enough. All she was managing to do was make her hunger worse than ever. She slipped a second finger into her soaked cunt, and wiggled them both in her slick sheath. She pressed the heel of her hand to her cunt, ground it flat against her bone, which only made her more conscious of the lack of a hard, heavy body on hers, and that no monster cock was cramming her cunt to the bursting point, no muscular chest was crushing her tits into her chest.
A hard, heavy, strong hand pressed down on the tit she was not massaging, and her excitement surged upward. She was delirious with lust, and the touch on her tit was the fulfillment of her dreams. Demanding fingers pinched and twisted the rosy nipple and searing flames slashed through her writhing, nearly naked body. The shirt was spread open around her on the bed. Her legs were spread, her knees bent. Her hips were rolling slowly and gently as she pumped her hand on her throbbing cunt. Fingers touched her wrist, forced her hand away from her crotch, forced her to expose her strawberry bush, the protruding pink petals of her aroused cunt lips. Then a heavy, strong finger was drilling deeper into her cunt than her own dainty one could probe, and her hips surged up in welcome. Her eyes closed, Connie writhed on the bed. Her head rolling, she rose higher into the delirium of lust.
She didn't open her eyes for fear that she would discover that it was all unreal, a product of her fevered horniness. It couldn't be real, this magical stimulation. She was alone in the room. She had locked the door, and only she and her roommate had keys, and her roommate was supposed to be a girl (she had carefully asked when she picked up her key) and these were not a girl's hands on her body, so it had to be unreal. But as long as she kept her eyes shut it would be as good as real and she could let it all go on and on and on until she obtained the release she needed so badly. All she had to do was imagine that the logical next step was being taken with her willing body.
So, she imagined it.
And it began to happen. The hand in her cunt left, but the hand on her tit didn't. A heavy body pressed against her, and she felt the hot length of a cock lying against one of her thighs. Then a heavy body was easing over hers, and she was being crushed into the bed. She spread her thighs and made a cradle. A cock nuzzled her overheated pussy and she squirmed. Her cunt lips were being pried open, and her tits were being mangled by the weight on top of her.
The cock poked into her, prying her open, dilating the gates to her cunt. The hips humped, rolling and grinding her clitoris as the cock was thrust deeper with a slow, pumping motion.
Reaching up over her head, Connie clenched her fingers around the steel pipes of the bed frame, so she wouldn't be tempted to try to wrap her arms around the nonexistent man fucking her. The action stretched her torso, arched her ribs and ground her chest harder against the imaginary one crushing her into the bed. She humped her hips and welcomed another inch of cock into her cunt. She spread her feet wider apart, bent her knees more, and heaved her pelvis up. Cock rammed deeper into her, and her cunt fountained its joy over the cramming bulk.
Someone was panting and whining. The room was filled with the marvelous perfume of sex. It could only be from her, the panting and the whining and the smell of sex. But, when she whined, she still heard the panting, and that wasn't possible, was it? But it didn't matter, because she was going to cum. She was going to cum! She felt the marvelous fireball growing and growing like a balloon. It kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Eventually it was going to burst and send its fragments screaming out through her whole body. That was all that mattered right now. Trying to get the balloon to explode, she urged the cock deeper into her cunt, urged that her cunt be mashed, that her tits be crushed and her ribs bent. She hoped the whole thing would somehow come together into that pulsing, flaring, pumping starburst that was so unbelievable and so good and so wonderful. And the final triggering step, she knew, would be to have that imaginary cock in her cunt erupt. When she imagined that thick, heavy tower convulsing and jerking and spurting into her seething depths, she would explode into a fireball of pure pleasure. She clenched her cunt around the pistoning prick, and then it was happening. The hard cock was drilling clear through her body. It was jerking and thrashing in her hot, wet embrace, and thick, creamy spurts of jism were pumping into her, and she was cumming and cumming and cumming in an endless series of orgasmic waves that swept her away in a flickering haze of pleasure. And then it was over and her mind gradually sorted everything out. Suddenly it was all incredibly, hideously, unbelievably real! The body on hers was real! The cock in her cunt was real! The weight crushing her into the mattress was real! The hot breath on her cheek was real! The thick cum pooling in her cunt was real!
"Oh, God, it can't be," Connie moaned from the depths of her being. She opened her eyes reluctantly, and twisted her head, and tried to see the face of the person on her. It was a total stranger. "Who are you?" she moaned, terrified.
The boy pushed up and looked down at her. He was young, but older than she was. He was handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes, but she had never seen him before in her life! And his cock was still inside her body, shrinking slowly, leaving its load behind.
"Carl Anderson," the boy answered. "At your service. I'm your roommate."
"Please," Connie begged, trying to retain her sanity. "Please, get off me."
Carl rolled off and lay on his side next to the wall, and studied her. Connie pulled the shirt around her, then covered her face with her hands and tried to keep from screaming.
"You okay?" he asked, worried.
Connie shook her head.
"Look," Carl said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything to upset you. But I came in the room and there you were playing with yourself, so I undressed and started fucking you.
"It can't be real," Connie moaned. "I'm supposed to have a girl for a roommate and you're certainly not a girl!"
"No," Carl acknowledged easily. "But your assigned roommate is shacking up with my assigned roommate. I had to sleep somewhere, didn't I?" Connie looked over at him, and surveyed his naked body. His cock was limp and drained. She noticed his pubic patch was almost the same shade as hers. "Would you get off my bed, please and put something on?" she asked. "Right." He climbed over her and pulled on his shorts, then sat down in one of the easy chairs. "Better?"
Connie nodded. She sat up, carefully keeping the shirt pulled around her modestly. "What am I going to do?" she moaned. "Look, I'm sorry," Carl apologized. "If I'd had any idea you didn't want what I gave you, I wouldn't have given it to you." "You'll have to move out," Connie said abruptly.
Carl stared at her. "Where to?"
"Into another room."
Carl took his head. "Not possible. This damn dorm is as tightly packed as a condom on King Kong."
"Then I'll move out!" Connie snapped.
"And sleep in the hall? Look-uh, whatever your name is...
"Connie."
"Connie, there is no room anywhere else."
"I don't understand."
"The rooms are built for two. Every room is filled but this one. Clear?"
Connie remained stubbornly silent. She didn't know what to say. "You're stuck with me. Everyone else is paired off. You are a week late, after all." Carl went on, "if you want some ground rules to protect your obviously nonexistent virginity, I'll be happy to go along. You want me to keep hands off; I'll keep hands off. It is possible for people to be friends without going to bed together, if that's what's worrying you." "Oh, yeah, sure," Connie snorted.
"It'd be a strain, I'll admit. You might hear my bed squeaking in the night while I jerk off, but if that's the way you want it, I'll do it. I need a place to sleep and to study, and so do you. We don't have to use the room for anything more than that."
"You sure?" Connie was still dubious.
"I'm sure," he answered firmly, reassuringly. "I won't do anything unless you come right out and ask me to."
"I won't. So don't get your hopes up."
"Suit yourself. You're a pretty girl. If you change your mind, I'd be happy to oblige."
"I won't. Now, would you get out so I can get dressed?" Carl shook his head. "We're going to be sharing this room for at least two months, so modesty is impossible. Besides that; the bathrooms are all coed."
"Geez!" Connie grunted as if she had been punched in the belly. Obviously, there was going to be an unlimited amount of seeing and being seen in the dorm. Carl seemed nonchalant about it, so she decided to try to be the same. She knew he was watching her as she pulled on her panties and jeans. It looked like it was going to be a long, hot summer.
Chapter Three
Paul ached. The tight jock strap and tank suit he was wearing crimped his incipient hard-on into a knot of pain. He had the feeling be had had the hard-on ever since he had watched Connie's bus pull out that morning. Every time he thought of her, it got worse. But he couldn't think of anything but her naked body writhing under him. At the rate he was going, he was going to be walking bowlegged by the time he was done for the day. Pursing his lips, he pushed the broom grimly, sweeping the drift of gum wrappers, grass, cigarette butts and sand ahead of himself. A vision of Connie flashed through his mind-Connie naked, the morning sun spilling over the soft, sweet curves of her ripe young body, gleaming in the cum-matted red bush between her sleek thighs, highlighting her firm, thrusting tits. His cock gave a painful twinge as it struggled to stand up.
"Shit!" he groaned as the broom banged sharply against the wall. He was sweeping the corridor of the private locker section. The hot sun stung his still untanned back and shoulders.
"Who's there?" a woman s voice called from behind the wall he had banged with the broom.
He muttered under his breath. He had thought he was alone. Now he'd probably catch hell for cursing. "Paul Sand," he answered. "Oh-oh, thank goodness," the woman sighed with relief.
"Sorry I frightened you," Paul apologized.
"Oh, no, it's not that," the woman assured him. "I seem to be in a bit of difficulty, is all."
"Oh?" Paul leaned on the broom. He was still talking to the wall, or, more accurately, the door of a dressing stall.
"Hey Paul; ..It's me; .. Mrs. Shuster."
"Oh; Mrs. Shuster." She was a tall, dramatically built blonde with tons of money, two dark-haired children and an invisible husband. "What seems to be the problem?"
"It's rather embarrassing," Mrs. Shuster stammered. "Is there anyone else out there?"
Paul looked around. "No."
"Oh, good," she sighed. "You can keep your mouth closed, can't you?"
"Of course. What's wrong?"
"It's really-very awkward for me," Mrs. Shuster repeated. "You'll have to give me your solemn promise not to ever say anything." "I promise," Paul answered solemnly, wondering what the hell was wrong. Mrs. Blasts opened the door very slowly. She was holding the top of a two-piece suit against her with one hand. "You're sure?" "Yes, I promise," Paul assured her, his eyes darting from her face to her well-built body and then quickly back to her face. The suit that she was wearing was incredibly tight.
"Well, don't just stand there, come in. Quickly," she urged, stepping aside. "You'd better bring your broom in, so no one will suspect where you are."
"Okay," Paul agreed. "What seems to be the trouble?" She closed the door, and latched the inside hook so it couldn't be opened from the outside. "It's this suit," she explained, cautiously easing her grip on the top. It thrust outward, and settled lower, exposing a vast portion of her large tits and the deep cleavage between them. The pale mark of her usual suit was a definite line. A pink arc of one areola peeped past the edge of one cup. "It's really my daughter's," Mrs. Shuster elaborated, biting her full lower lip.
"Oh." Paul had trouble keeping his eyes off her provocative display. "I-I was just sort of playing a game-trying to see if I could still fit in this size," Mrs. Shuster stammered. "And I got myself into it somehow, but now I can't seem to get out of it."
Paul was sweating. "Oh?"
"Yes," Mrs. Shuster continued, turning her back and looking over her shoulder at him. "See, I think the-the tension on the hooks in the back is too much. I can't get them unhooked. I can't reach them very well." Paul studied the situation. The strap cut deeply into the woman's back, evidence of the tension on the fastening.
"You can reach better. You should be able to get it," She told him. "I-I'll try," he agreed. Nora Shuster was one of the most noticeable women around the club. Five-foot-six, she had a bust and hips that created a stir wherever she went. Now, in the cramped cubicle, Paul was so close to her that he could smell her. The cubicle was about four feet from the door to the back, about a foot wider the other way. There was a bench along the back. He could see over her shoulder into the mirror on one wall. The suit top seemed to hang precariously from the slopes of her full tits.
He hesitated, trying to figure out how to unhook the suit without touching her tanned, freckled skin.
Her eyes met his in the mirror. They looked dark and mysterious. "Don't just stand there," she urged. "I can't breathe in this damn thing." "Sorry." His hands shook as he gripped the back of the suit. He tugged, cautiously trying to free the hooks without touching her. The strained fabric resisted his sweating fingers. Pursing his lips and frowning with concentration, trying to blind himself to the view in the mirror, he grabbed the cloth more firmly and tugged.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry"' Paul squeaked, letting go quickly. The bra was still fastened. "You pinched me," she complained, rubbing on it, exposing a larger sliver of one nipple.
"I'm so sorry," Paul groaned apologetically.
"It's not your fault, Paul," she assured him. "I'm very sensitive in that area."
"Maybe we could cut it off," Paul suggested.
"No, I can't do that," she countered quickly. "It's Tara's favorite suit.
It's brand-new and it cost a fortune!"
"Oh." Paul's hands were shaking. His cock hurt more than ever from the apparently accidental display of nipple.
"Maybe if I sort of-squash myself," she said self-consciously, "That will give you some slack to work with." She cupped her tits with both hands. "Ready?"
Paul nodded. His forehead was beaded with sweat. He tore his eyes off the heavy, cupped globes of her tits and once again gripped the suit with both hands.
"Okay-go." He saw her tits squash down under her hands, bulge out around the edges of the cups. His cock threatened to burst out of his suit. "Hurry up," she gasped, yanking his attention back to his task. Desperately, he pulled on the strap. Two of the hooks came free. He twisted the strained fabric, conscious of the mashed condition of the woman's huge tits, and managed at last to undo the last hook. The strap whipped out of his fingers and dangled, leaving her back bare clear to the bottom of the suit. There was something incredibly arousing about her naked back. The absence of one strap should not have made any difference, but it did.
"Oh, whew!" she gasped. "Whoops!" She almost let the bra fall away. She caught it and jerked it back on. Paul got a startling glimpse of huge tits, and dark nipples.
"I'll be going n-now," he stammered, reaching for his broom.
"Oh no!" she squealed. "Uh, I mean, that's only part of the problem." Paul's heart hammered. He had an urge to double over because his cock hurt so much. "Huh?"
She let one hand hold the bra precariously and brushed a strand of hair back from her face. She still had her back to him. Their eyes met in the mirror. The bra dangled loosely, exposing the bulging flank of one creamy tit. "You see, I can't get the bottom loose, either," she explained. "It zips and hooks in the back. And I have the same problem back there, with the hook."
"Please, Paul," she pleaded. "I'd die if anyone found out about this-especially Tara. All you have to do is unhook the hook and unzip the zipper. Please?"
"Well, okay," he mumbled, flaming red. He bent over awkwardly, and tried to see where the suit fastened.
"Why don't you sit down?" she suggested.
Paul sat down on the bench with a soft sigh of relief. His legs were aching with strain. He tried to pinch the back of the suit to unhook it, but it didn't work. Taking a deep breath, he slipped his fingers in between the suit and her soft, warm flesh. A quick tug got the slack he needed, and he managed to get the hook undone. The zipper spread open a fraction of an inch, exposing the dark cleavage of her ass while he started to get up.
"The zipper, too, please?"
Paul was soaked with sweat now. He eased the zipper down. The back of the suit spread open wider and wider, lower and lower. More and more of the crack of the woman's full ass was exposed. The pale curves of her lush asscheeks came into view. He could still see her reflection in the mirror. The suit was slipping lower on her belly, exposing what seemed like acres of creamy flesh below her navel. The pale skin was pink and dented where the tight elastic had cut into her.
He got the zipper to the bottom, well down over the roundness of her ass, and released it. Without warning, the suit fell down, exposing the globes of her asscheeks, the dark crack, and in front; a mass of soft blonde curls.
"Whoops!" She made a grab for the suit bottom, forgetting the top. The bra fell away and dropped to the floor, exposing her full fits to his shocked, hungry gaze. At the same time, the suit bottom escaped her grasp and went halfway down her thighs before she managed to clamp her legs together and stop it from completely falling to the floor. She was totally exposed. Her monumental tits were heaving, her nipples hard and erect and excited. The puckered tips looked hungry and anxious. Her torso tapered to a small waist, then her body flared out to full, rounded hips. The triangle of cuntal hair was thick, yellow and mysterious-looking.
There was a long, hot, strained silence in the small cubicle. Paul's cock tried to escape through the jock strap and suit. Failing that, it managed to squirm from its folded-down position and slide up so it lay flat against his hard belly. It made a huge ridge in his suit. The head of his cock was a fraction of an inch below the top.
Then Nora Shuster turned, clasped her arms around Paul's head, and dragged his face into the soft, warm, perfumed valley between her tits. Instinctively, his lips sought her thrusting nipples, closing on one hard nubbin. He sucked on her hot flesh, his body aching with pent-up need. When she groaned, the sound of her voice drummed through his body, stirred him to the very depths.
She tore free of his sucking lips, and fell to her knees in front of him. Her lips touched his in a hot, sucking, carnal kiss. Then she pulled back and glanced down at the blatant ridge of his cock. Without a word, she untied the string of his suit, tugged on the waist to loosen it, then hauled suit and jock strap down, and revealed his hard-on. He lifted his ass and she dragged his suit off, completely exposing him. She never took her eyes off his throbbing cock.
Her fingers gripped the pale, rigid staff, lifted it upright. A liquid jewel slid down over the purple cockhead. Leaning forward, she took his prick into her soft, wet, warm mouth. He felt his cock drooling onto her hot tongue.
Squeezing his prick with her fingers, she milked his man cream into her mouth. She pushed her head down to get more and more of his cock into her hot orifice.
"Oh, God!" Paul moaned. His fingers gently touched her pale-blonde hair. He had the urge to shove her face down on his cock. He pushed gently on her head, and she obliged by taking still more of his seething prick into her mouth. He felt his gland pressing against her soft palate, far to the back of her mouth. He felt the back of her tongue rising in a swallowing reflex, pinching the head of his prick against the roof of her mouth. Her hot breath puffed on his pubic patch, stirring his fine dark hairs. Her blonde curls tickled his sensitive thighs erotically. His whole body was aquiver and he could think of nothing but the hot mouth that was engulfing his searing cock. He could feel the cum gathering in his balls, and wanted to pump it straight into her eager, sucking mouth. He guided her head up and down, up and down. He felt her tongue scrub the top of his cock, felt her hair brushing his thighs, felt her fingers fondling his balls, and felt her hot breath on his belly. When he looked down, he could see her doing it. He could see her head bobbing over his lap. In the mirror, he could see his cock stuffing her encircling lips and see her face twisted with lust as she blew him. He could see his prick, gleaming with her spit, slide into view and then vanish again into her mouth.
The ocean of cum in his balls swelled and began to pulse like lava in the seething heart of a volcano. He watched her suck and suck his prick. Her cheeks caved in as she tried to draw more blood into his already engorged cock. She was sucking trickles of juices up the length of his prick while milking them into her mouth with her tongue.
He could see her quivering tits with their alert, dark nipples that were like long, hard cylinders. They thrust out eagerly from her tits. His hands itched to lift and press and massage her heavy boobs and feel her nipples bear hungrily into his palms. Reaching out, he leaned forward and cupped his hands around her full, womanly globes. His belly pressed her bobbing head. Her hair brushed his skin warmly. Her fingers held his balls like a jock strap, and the heat seemed to melt something inside him, and bring him still closer to his spurting orgasm. She squeezed his nuts gently, pumped her head down harder on his cock. Her fingertips touched the hard ridge behind his balls, scratched it gently, and he knew he was going to cum. He felt his whole body explode with the searing fire of his orgasm. He expected her to pull up off his cock, but she didn't. He couldn't do anything but curl down over her head. His hips jammed up, slamming his cock clear to the back of her throat. Searing cum blasted down the core of his cock as his whole body convulsed. Shots of thick, steaming jism slammed into her working, sucking, swallowing throat. The pressing, massaging, squeezing action of her swallowing kept him cumming and cumming and cumming. Her cheeks, her tongue, everything massaged and milked his spurting cock, encouraged it to greater and greater efforts, until it was totally drained, heaving emptily in her still-working mouth.
She kept sucking on him until his prick could take no more and the floodgates opened; let the trapped blood flow back into his body. His prick was numbed by its efforts, and shrank quickly as she cleaned it carefully with her tongue. Then she released it, and it drooped down over his drained balls.
"Now," she whispered harshly, "now, it's my turn." Paul watched dazedly as she scrambled to her feet. She lurched forward, thrusting her creamy belly at him. Her thick cuntal bush seemed to be squirming.
"Now you," she hissed. "Eat me!"
Paul straightened up, pulling back from her offering in surprise and disgust. She blocked his escape with her knees, and ended up straddling him.
"Fair is fair. Eat me!"
Paul clamped his lips tightly shut in refusal. His head banged the back wall when he leaned away from her thrusting body. She towered over him. Her tits were shaking and jiggling erotically. "Eat me," she ordered. "Or, by God, I'll scream rape so loud they'll hear me in Altoona!"
"Please," Paul begged, terrified she really might.
"Paul, trust me," she soothed, relenting. "You'll like it."
"But, I don't know how," he said desperately, seeking an escape. "Don't worry, I'll teach you," she answered. "Just press your mouth into my crotch, and lick me."
Paul eyed her amply bushed cunt warily. He could see her bulging cunt lips through the blonde curls, the top of her slit, and down low was a flash of pink.
"I'll make it easy for you," she said, stepping up on the bench. Her feet were on either side of him. She towered over him, an incredible goddess, all naked flesh and yellow curls, thrusting cunt and jutting tits. Looking down at him between her boobs, she gently stroked his head with her hands, brushed his hair back from his face.
Her smell wafted around him. It wasn't unpleasant-exciting really, he decided. His vision blurred as her yellow muff drew close. The wiry curls tickled his nose and then scratched him, and then warm, soft, humid flesh pressed his lips and nose. He combed her kinky hair aside with his fingers, and slipped his tongue between her warm, throbbing cunt lips, and tasted her hot, slippery inner flesh.
He was surprised to find her flavor was also arousing and exciting. He lapped upward, scooping her cuntal secretions into his mouth, feeling the slippery inner folds squirm away from his tongue. He worked it from side to side to spread her cunt lips, to get better access to the hot, wet, flavorful inner membranes of her pussy.
"My vagina," she groaned. "Find my vagina, and push your tongue deep, deep inside me. Push your tongue into my hot hole!" Her fingers were tangled in his hair now. She was gripping him tightly but not painfully. Obediently, Paul searched around with his tongue, and felt it funnel into her seething honey-hole. He pressed the rippled walls of her cunt aside with the tip of his tongue and tried to touch the bottom of her deep opening. His nose was mashed against her pubic arch, and his head was tipped back at a painful angle. He tried to drill his tongue clear to the end of her opening.
"Twist it around in there," she moaned. "Ohhh, wiggle it! Wiggle your tongue in me!"
Paul curled, twisted and wiggled his tongue in her cunt. His mouth was flooded with her juices and his own saliva. Finally, he had to swallow or drown. Then he rammed his tongue back into her hole and slurped up still another wave of her thick, pungent oozings. His own guts were knotting with lust from the act, and he was slowly becoming aroused. He glanced at the mirror.
The bottom half of his face was engulfed in the thick yellow fur of her pussy. He closed his eyes and attacked her with his tongue, pumping it in and out of her throbbing cunt until he was flooded with spit and cuntal juices and had to swallow again.
"Ahh, God, that's good," she moaned. "God, that's good!" Paul burrowed his face deeper into her dripping crotch. Her hair scrubbed his cheeks as he ravished her cunt with his tongue. He was stimulated by her vocal pleasure. His excitement was rising in a hot wave. "My clit," she moaned. "Find my clit. You know where that is? Do they teach that in sex education today?"
Paul sought her clitoris with the blind single-mindedness of a mole, burrowing his way up along her steaming pussy folds. His tongue swept up, carelessly ripping over her piss-hole. Slippery folds of flesh wriggled past the tip of his tongue, and then a tiny shaft of flesh squirmed away from him. He trapped his prey between his lips. "Jesus" Mrs. Shuster yelped, her fingers knotting painfully in his hair.
"Jesus! That's it! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" Paul sucked it. He drew the fleshy appendage into his mouth, pulled it away from her heaving body. He could feel the unyielding arch of her pubis behind it. He tried to suck the nerve knot right out of her body. He swallowed the waves of saliva filling his mouth, and then scraped his tongue across the nerve-packed tip of her clit. "Awwwww!" she moaned ecstatically.
Paul battered her clit with his tongue while holding it immobile with his lips. Her hips thrashed, threatening to buck him off. He sucked on her clit until finally he could grip it with his teeth. He pressed it delicately against the back of his teeth, trying to milk it. There was nothing in it of course, but his chin was suddenly drowned in wave after wave of thick, musky cum.
She sat on his face, her weight ramming him down, jamming his head against the shelf along the wall over the seat. Something clattered to the floor. He opened his eyes to discover she was pressing her tits against the harsh, hard wall. Her big globes were squashing flat against the unyielding wood. He was suffocating in her steaming flesh. He worked his mouth, lips and tongue until the woman was thrashing convulsively in the grip of an orgasm.
His head was being crushed, and he was suffocating. His head swam from her thick, rich aroma. Her copious cuntal juices dribbled down his cheeks and throat.
He began to black out from lack of air and desperately shoved at her, heaving her away from his face so he could suck in a deep breath of air. She pulled his face up into her dripping cunt for one last searing moment and then let him go. Her knees folded and she slid slowly down on top of him. Her warm body slid against his, her tits scrubbed his chest as she settled down on him.
He just panted while she nibbled and licked his face, cleaning her slimy juices off his cheeks. Paul ached. His head hurt from being squashed. His lips were swollen and sore from their efforts. His back ached from the strained position he had been in. The hard edge of the bench cut into his ass. He struggled up, and managed to get all of his bare ass on the hard board. His cock nuzzled against Mrs. Shuster's ass. "What's that I feel back there?" she asked. Reaching back, she squeezed his stiff prick delicately with her warm hand. "Eager little fellow, isn't he?" she observed. "Well, not so little, really. Rather impressive, I'd say."
Paul felt a surge of pride at this observation.
"And I've got just the place for him, too," she said huskily. Paul just sat there, slumped on the bench. She lifted off of him and eased down a bit. He didn't even move his head or open his eyes as she lifted his erect cock and settled it into her warm, wet pussy. She eased down on him, and his meat was embraced by hot, eager flesh. The touch of her cuntal walls brought a new wave of blood into his cock, making it swell in her.
"Now, didn't I tell you that you'd like it?" she asked, now fully seated on him.
Paul nodded.
She squirmed, making his cock stir inside her. "Seems to have gotten you all interested again."
"It has," he admitted. His voice sounded rusty. "What do you think of me?" she asked abruptly. "Oh, not this." She wiggled meaningfully, drawing his attention to his cock and her hot cunt. "I mean, my looks?"
"You're very pretty," he said honestly.
"A little old and soft, I'll bet," she went on, baiting him.
"No, not at all," he argued. "You're beautiful."
"Easy to say, when you're in this position," she teased. She lifted and dropped, and he felt the rippled walls of her cunt slide along his cock. "I'll bet you've plowed a furrow through half the school," she mused. "God knows, any girl would give her left tit to have a chance at you."
"Aw, no," he snorted. "Not me."
"No, you're a good boy," she observed, looking at him, noticing his blush. "But you're not a virgin, either. You didn't lose it very long ago, though, I'll bet!"
Paul was uncomfortable under the blunt appraisal, and was beginning to lose his hard-on.
"Tsk, tsk; come back here," Mrs. Shuster chided, bringing his prick back to burning hardness with a skillful twist of her hips. Satisfied that he was hard again, she settled down. "Such a pity, wasting all those years in celibacy," she mused. "Now, take my Tara for example. I'll bet she's still a virgin at fourteen. I wish she wasn't, but I can't tell her that or she'd be scandalized." She looked at Paul curiously. "Is she a virgin?"
Paul shrugged. He had no idea. Tara, a pretty black-haired girl with a rapidly developing figure, was better than two years younger than he was. He had thought of her as nothing more than a kid as long as he'd known her. "Greatest regret of my life is I was a virgin when I married," the woman mused. "God, the chances I passed up when I was young!" Paul wondered if this was for his benefit, or what, but held his tongue. By concentrating on the feel of his prick, wrapped tightly in her slick, hot cunt, he made his lust boil higher.
"So, to get laid I married young," the woman went on. "I got married just so I could get laid." She sighed. "Now I've got two kids to dodge if I want to have fun, a sterling reputation to protect, and a husband who's banging his way around the country nine months out of the year. He's so exhausted by the time he gets home he doesn't even notice I have a body." "You have a very nice body," Paul observed, feeling he should say something.
She looked at him maternally. "Thank you, Paul. Do you like my breasts?"
Paul looked at her huge, full tits, and nodded. "Then why don't you touch them? God knows, we've done everything else and are doing everything else. Please touch them, Paul, they need the attention."
Paul curled his hands under the thrusting mounds, and lifted, marveling at their warm weight. He brushed his thumbs over the jutting nipples, watched how they bounced and trembled.
Nora Shuster began to move, began lifting and dropping. The walls of her cunt seemed to fuck his prick in. He could see the pale, shining column of his cock slide into view. She lowered, and his cock vanished as her hot cunt engulfed it.
He squeezed her tits, hard, and heard her suck in her breath. He twisted the globes almost cruelly, and she moaned.
"Oh, yea," she groaned. "Hurt me!"
He couldn't do that-not quite. But he could torture her tits with his fingers, pinch them as hard as he dared, twist the hard, rubbery nubbins, tug on them to make her areolas draw out into long cones. He was aware of her head rolling as she moved her body up and down, up and down on his blazing cock.
He watched her reach down into her own crotch. There was a flash of pink as she parted her cunt lips. She began fondling her prominent clitoris while still fucking herself up and down on his throbbing cock. She was grunting and whimpering softly now as she fucked herself on him. Her fingers danced in her bright-yellow cunt as she tortured her cit. His cock was surrounded by creamy froth as she bounced. "Hurt me," she moaned. "Hurt my breasts. Pinch my tits, pinch them!" Paul pinched them as hard as he dared, then harder, and the low groan this brought from her made the hair on the back of his neck rise. This wealthy, aristocratic woman was pure animal!
All she wanted was his cock in her cunt, his hands tormenting her tits-base carnal stimulation. The realization made his lust rise higher, made his cock grow inside her, until it was jamming blindly against the end of her cunt.
She was grunting now with every downward jolt on him. Her face was beaded with sweat, and trickles of perspiration formed gleaming rivulets down the valley between her big tits. His hands slipped on her sweaty skin as he mangled her boobs, his fingers digging into the yielding flesh. Her hips began a forward and backward motion. His cock was tugged and levered inside her as she jounced around on him. The small locker was saturated with the smell of sex and sweat as she pounded and pounded up and down on him. She moved her hips in a circle. His cock flailed around inside her like a brutal paddle. It hurt, but the cum pooling in his balls was more than enough compensation.
"Are you cumming?" she asked, panting. "Are you cumming?"
"Yeah."
"Cum in me," she groaned, her moves becoming wilder and harder and more demanding that ever. "Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me!" "I will," he assured her, not really sure he could, because of her incredible activity. He was losing his carnal high his cock was being battered so. Desperately, he released her tits and grabbed her waist, sinking his hard fingers into her flesh to gain control of her. He lifted her and slammed her down on him, controlling the violence of her rocking and twisting. He heaved her up and down, up and down. His cock was burning from the friction with her slippery pussy.
"I'm cumming," she moaned. "I'm cumming right now!" Paul closed his eyes and concentrated, the walls of her cunt hissing past his cockhead. A vision of Connie, young, and soft, and rounded, and nude, came to him. He grasped at it as his balls convulsed and he spouted his jism into Nora Shuster. His hips slammed upward as he jammed her down on him. He unloaded his cum into her cunt in thick steaming spurts. He felt the walls of her cunt spasm around his erupting cock, and his pleasure grew even greater. He held the vision of Connie in his mind, and squirted deeply into Nora Shuster.
He strained upward, supporting the full weight of the woman on him. His jism was forced out of her as his cock was jammed tight against the end of her cunt. He felt the thick fluid ooze out around his convulsing prick. It made it pump even more.
She was gurgling mindlessly deep in her throat. Her entire body knotted with her orgasm as she took his load. Her cunt milked his spurting cock. Then, as he slumped with exhaustion, and his orgasm faded to an agonizing ache, she relaxed too, leaned forward against him. Her breasts were soft pillows against his chest.
After they had both caught their breaths, she climbed off him. Pearly cum gleamed in her snatch, and a big drop was running down one of her thighs. He shook his head and reached numbly for his bathing suit and jock strap. He hauled it up, tucked his exhausted prick into the cup and tied the string of his suit.
The woman leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Her magnificent tits were rising and falling dramatically. Then she wrapped her sweaty body in a towel.
"I'd invite you to join me in the shower, but people might talk."
"That's okay. I've got to get back to work."
"Don't talk about this, Paul," she cautioned.
"I won't," he assured her.
"If I thought you would, I wouldn't have done it," she went on. "But, if you say one word, to anyone, and it gets back to me, I'll destroy you." "I said I wouldn't talk," Paul growled angrily. She touched his cheek tenderly. "I'm sorry. I trust you. You were very, very good, by the way; the best."
"Oh, thanks."
"Whoever she is, she's a lucky girl."
"Who do you mean?" Paul asked her.
"Whoever it was you were thinking about when you came inside of me."
She left him standing in the corridor, puzzling over how she had known. Wrestling with his guilt, he went back to his sweeping. Connie hadn't been gone a day, and he'd broken his vow to her.
"Damn!" he muttered softly, ashamed of his weakness. He was willing to bet she wouldn't be unfaithful to him, not once. He felt like shit.
Chapter Four
Alter a week at college, Connie had the feeling she was being slowly pulled in opposite directions. It wasn't the classes because they were no problem. In fact, they were a bit of a disappointment. They covered things she already knew and even used books she was already familiar with, so studying was not necessary. The real trouble was her leisure time. There we almost nothing to do. The one movie house in town ran X-rated movies only, and she was too young to get in. That was it as far as cultural activities went. She wasn't big on touch football, Frisbee, or softball. Which left walking, talking, sleeping, and sex. She had soon discovered that she could only do so much walking and sleeping. She needed someone to talk to. Only everyone else was busy with the last alternative; sex!
The dorm was a continual game of musical beds. She hadn't yet discovered who was supposed to be chaperoning the gathering. Maybe no one. What was tearing her apart was Carl. After that first startling session when he had caught her, unawares and horny, he had left her strictly alone. He ignored her. He ignored her when she was dressed, half-dressed, and undressed. Which, of course, was exactly what she had insisted upon. Which should have made her glad.
She was beginning to wonder if maybe she didn't have any sex appeal. Sure, she wanted to be ignored; sort of. She was supposed to be faithful to Paul after all, but Carl didn't look at her. Here she was, deliberately parading around the room in her scantiest panties, and he wouldn't even glance in her direction.
She was horny. Her entire body was hungry for some of the sex that was so rampant in the dorm. But she was being faithful to Paul, she told herself nobly. And, besides, the most convenient male was ignoring her. Totally. It was a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. The dorm had a sleepy quiet that was all a facade. Behind all those discreetly closed doors she knew there were lust-tangled limbs and passion-sweaty bodies. It made her cunt ache with desire.
She sat down on her bed. Carl was stretched out on his, reading. She opened her mouth and started to say something, then slammed it shut again. No, she wouldn't ask him. She couldn't ask him. But she had to do something!
She lay back on her bed, leaving one foot trailing to the floor. She lifted the other to the cool sheets and bent her knee. She stared at the ceiling. She slid one hand up her body and curled her fingers around her tit and stifled a groan. She tried not to, then couldn't help herself, and squeezed the warm, yielding mound. She brushed her thumb over her nipple. The rosy bud burned and stiffened. She sucked in a loud, hissing breath.
She didn't look over at Carl, and closed her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted to. She thought about Paul and their marvelous night on the golf course. Her guts fluttered with need and excitement. She pressed her cunt through her panties, felt the moisture on her fingertips. She let her thighs spread wider. The hunger in her guts grew as she massaged her pussy. She groaned deep in her throat as she played with her heated flesh through the damp nylon.
She was just getting herself hornier, but she had to release the excruciating tension. Obviously, just pressing her cunt through her panties wasn't going to do it. She moved her hand upward until her fingertips touched the satin-soft skin of her naked belly. Then she eased her fingers under the elastic, moved them down under her only covering. Soft twists of hair tugged past her fingers. Then the middle one eased into her hot, slippery crevice, brushed right over her clit. Her hips jumped in response to the blazing jolt, even though it was expected. She moaned and slid one finger into the hot, sticky, ripple-walled hole of her cunt. The feeling of the elastic walls being eased open by her finger brought a hot, heavy wave of fluids down on her hand. She pressed her palm down on her clit and slipped a second finger into her hungry cunt. The panties were in her way, restricting her freedom of movement, making it hard to probe her finger into her cunt. Awkwardly, she heaved her hips up and skinned the panties down her thighs, then, bending her legs, stripped them off and let them drop to the floor beside the bed. Then she went to work on her exposed cunt with both hands. She probed the fingers of her right hand into her pussy while tormenting her clitoris with the fingers of her left. Her hips heaved and bounced on the bed. The springs squeaked and complained. The pumping movement in her crotch produced a sticky, wet noise. She smeared her cuntal secretions over her aroused flesh. She was panting and whimpering softly as her excitement roared higher and higher and higher.
She rolled her head, opened her eyes, and looked across the room. Carl's steady, blue eyes met hers. He was watching her and there was a mysterious glitter in the depths of his eyes.
The knowledge that he was watching her play with herself sent Connie's lust soaring. She closed her eyes and felt her orgasm coming closer and closer. She was going to cum, just a fraction of a minute more and she was going to cum. She was cumming, cumming, cumming! Her body was swirling in searing flames of pleasure, her cunt was spasming around her pumping fingers. Endless thick waves were flowing over her hand as her cunt convulsed with pleasure.
Through her blazing ecstasy, Connie was faintly aware of a door opening and closing. It meant nothing to her at that pleasure-packed moment. Then, as her orgasm began to fade, she opened her eyes, and found that she was alone in the room. The discovery gave her a pang of regret. Abruptly, she felt more lonely than she had before masturbating. She clung to her crotch with both hands for a moment, and then let her entire body go limp. The satisfaction from her orgasm was drowned in a huge wave of loneliness. She lay back on the bed.
The sound of the door opening made her stir. A wave of hope swept through her. She lifted her head and looked to see what Carl was doing. Maybe he had just gone to the john before coming to her. But she didn't want him…she wanted Paul.
Not true, she told herself. It was a cock she wanted, any cock. Her hopes were dashed when a girl followed Carl into the room. Connie lay there, shocked and dismayed at the sight of the amply built red-haired girl. A real redhead, Connie noted when the girl shed her robe casually. The girl was about five-foot-three with big tits, rounded hips and a thick, dark-red cuntal patch.
Carl ignored Connie completely. The redhead flashed her a quick, nervous grin before turning to Carl and undressing him. When she had his pants down around his ankles, she gave him a gentle nudge with her head, and he sat down in a chair. Kneeling in front of him, the girl pulled his pants off. He was naked.
Connie looked longingly at Carl's hard-on. It stood up like a pole in his lap. A shaft of sunlight spilled over it, spotlighted it, and dramatized its contours-the duskiness of its head, the throbbing hardness of its shaft. His balls huddled beneath his cock in their hair-covered sac. Carl leaned back and looked down at his cock, and at the girl still kneeling between his feet. He smiled as she daintily took the base of his prick between her thumb and forefinger. Holding his cock steady, she leaned forward, and began to delicately lick his towering hard-on. Her pink, pointed tongue speared out and touched his hot cock, down near the base.
The girl paused and picked a hair off her tongue, then resumed lapping the base of his prick. She even licked his scrotum. The wrinkled bag moved with the friction and his nuts shifted inside it. The redhead licked one long stroke, from base to tip, straight up the surface of Carl's prick. His cock pulsed visibly in response to the intimate caress. Her tongue left a gleaming stripe of saliva on his hot skin.
Connie's belly knotted. She wanted to heave herself up and flee the room, but couldn't. Something-curiosity? horniness?-kept her pinned there. The summer breeze from the window swept over her naked body. Her tits ached in a way they never had before.
The girl kept licking Carl's cock. She lapped around the shaft near the base. She worked her way slowly upward, toward the bulbous tip. Using her grip on it to tilt it this way and that, she made sure she bathed every square inch of his rigid cock.
Reaching the curving pink-purple cockhead, she licked it as if it were an ice cream cone. She stroked the velvety flesh with long sensuous sweeps of her pink tongue. Her face was a study in pleasure. Carl's was shining with sweat. His lips were skinned back over his teeth. Obviously, he enjoyed watching the girl lick his cock.
And so did Connie. In spite of her recent orgasm, something about the sight was making her body flame with lust. Her mouth watered as she thought about doing what the redhead was doing. Connie's cunt pulsed hungrily with every licking sweep of the girl's tongue over Carl's cock. Her feelings were so strong they blotted out everything else, lying on her side, her head on her scrunched-up pillow, Connie watched avidly. She was absently stroking her cunt in long slow sweeps, which were in time with the licking tongue across the room.
The redhead straightened slightly, leaned farther forward. She opened her lips, lowered her mouth over the thrusting column of Carl's big cock. Closing her lips around the shaft, she drew her head upward. Her mouth stimulated every nerve in the last inch and a half of Carl's cock.
Racked by a powerful convulsion, Connie lay on her bed watching. The red-haired girl's nipples, a dusky red, were blatantly erect, even though they had not been touched. In fact, Carl had not laid a hand on the girl. The only explanation of her obvious arousal was the act she was performing.
Connie quivered with aching lust. Just watching was getting her unbelievably turned on. She wondered what it would feel like to lick and suck a boy's cock.
The redhead continued her task, bobbing her head down to take Carl's cock into her mouth again. She lifted her head, slid her sucking lips up his cock. Her cheeks were caved in she was sucking so hard. The word "cocksucker" slithered through Connie's mind and she suddenly realized she understood the vulgarity for the first time. But there was something incredibly arousing about the vulgar act. The redhead was sucking Carl's cock. She wasn't lifting her lips clear off his prick. She stopped with just the tip of his cock between her pursed lips, and then pushed her head down again. She was keeping her mouth constantly in contact with his nerve-loaded cockhead. Her lips were stretched by his incredible bulk. She had her jaws wide open so her teeth were not in contact with his sensitive flesh. Her eyes were closed, her forehead creased in concentration. The tips of her tits were brushing the edge of the chair with every stroke.
Connie knew an aroused man's prick seeped a hot, slippery lubricant. Carl's cock had to be dripping into the girl's sucking mouth. Connie shivered with excitement at the thought of actually tasting those thick secretions. Carl was clutching the arms of the chair now. He was no longer relaxed.
His flat belly was knotted. He stared down at the girl sucking his cock.
His face was shining with sweat in spite of the breeze from the window. The girl was taking more of his cock into her mouth with every downward thrust of her head. She drove it down, and almost half his shaft disappeared into her mouth. Then she paused, worked her lips as if she were trying to draw in a huge strand of spaghetti. Her throat knotted and her belly sucked in. Connie knew she must be fighting the urge to gag. She was taking Carl's cock clear to the back of her mouth now. She began moving faster. As she picked up the pace, her nostrils flared.
She sucked in air when the knob of the cock was not corking her windpipe. A shining drop of perspiration started hesitantly down her side from her armpit.
Rigid with concentration, Connie continued to watch. She knew that it was about to happen. She knew that Carl was bound to cum soon. She wondered how the girl was going to deal with the thick, creamy jism that was going to burst from Carl's cock. Connie wondered if the girl would pull back and let the pearly spurtings spill down over Carl's pulsing cock. Connie half hoped the girl would do that, so the eruptions would be visible. But what if the girl actually took the hot load of cum into her mouth? The thought made Connie's stomach knot and her pussy weep with excitement. The thought was more sexually exciting than the thought of getting to see each wad of jism burst from the tip of Carl's prick.
Whatever happened, it was going to happen very soon! The girl was snorting as she continued to rapidly suck Carl's cock. Her body shook with every violent motion of her head moving up and down, writhing and twisting as if she were in the grip of an orgasm of her own. She was still steadying Carl's prick with one hand. She was fondling his balls with the other, rolling them on her fingers, stroking the area behind them.
Connie saw the egg-shaped blobs in Carl's scrotum draw up close against his body, and sensed the tenseness in his groin. His hips were quivering and thrusting, jamming his cock up each time the girl's face came down on it. Then he gripped the sides of her head and pushed her down on his cock, hard, and held his ass up off the chair. The portion of his cock that was visible below her sucking mouth pulsed, and a quiver ripped up from the base, up along the underside.
He was cumming. He gave the red-haired girl no choice. He was forcing her to take his cum in her mouth, straight down her throat. Her throat contracted violently as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. The cock continued to convulse, emptying glob after thick glob of creamy jism into her mouth.
Connie's cunt was clenching stupidly around thin air. Her body writhed on the bed as she watched. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have cum burst into her mouth and spill down her throat and as she wondered what it would taste like; her mouth watered.
The redhead ran out of oxygen and pulled up enough to unblock her windpipe. She sucked in a huge breath. Her chest swelled visibly. Her nipples scraped the chair and then shivered. A silver-gray mixture of saliva and jism escaped from her lips and slid heavily down Carl's still-pumping cock. She tried to catch it with her tongue, and then sucked on his prick to clean it of its excess cum. The convulsive jerking of the shaft slowly died away, and it was over.
Connie watched with searing carnal hunger as the red-haired girl carefully licked off the last drops of cum. She licked Carl's drained and softening cock clean before straightening up and looking at him smiling contentedly. Her chin was shiny with spit and jism, as were her lips. She wiped them with her fingers, and then slowly licked her fingers clean. Carl looked over at Connie. His expression was one of cruel satisfaction. Connie realized with a jolt what she should have known from the start. The entire thing had been staged for her benefit. Carl was throwing it up in her face, that this girl wanted him-was willing to satisfy him in any way he desired.
The blow to Connie's pride, already battered by Carl's apparent indifference to her, was brutal. Coupled with her voyeuristically built lust, it drove her up off her bed. Her body flaming with desire, she headed for the door. She was very aware of the fact that she was naked. She reached for the doorknob. Dress around the dorm tended to be casual, but no one had yet appeared stark naked in the halls. Well, she was about to break that tradition and a few others, she told herself. Her bare feet made it impossible to stomp down the hall, much as she wanted to. She was conscious of the cool air brushing her bare flesh. Her nipples responded to the stimulation by stiffening and aching. If she happened to meet a visiting parent, she knew that all hell would break loose, but she didn't care. She was going to prove to that double-crossing roommate of hers that she was as good as any female in the dorm-even that overdeveloped, exhibitionist redhead! She stopped in front of Jerry Peterson's door. She had seen him from time to time, but neither had spoken. His eyes, raking over her body, had said all that needed to be said. He had the hots for her, and she knew it. She knocked on the door loudly, ignoring the pain in her knuckles. "Yeah?" Jerry asked, opening the door. Then it was, "Yeah!" His gaze ripped down over the sleek curves of Connie's petite body. His eyes lit up at the sight of her aroused nipples, the soft mounds of her tits, her graceful legs. Then his gaze settled on her dainty reddish muff and he licked his lips. "Come in," he invited. "Donna's out." Connie's heart was pounding and she was more conscious of her nudity and horniness than ever before. "Do you want a blow job?" she asked him. "What?" Jerry replied with surprise in his voice. The bulge in his pants was answer enough. "Follow me," she ordered. Her pert ass twitching lustily, she led the way back to her room. She heard him stumbling along behind her. Then he caught up and walked along beside her. His eyes were on her jiggling tits.
"You could get in one hell of a lot of trouble, walking around the hall like that," Jerry pointed out.
"I don't care," she answered, stopping at the door of her room as Jerry greeted her roommate.
"Uh; hi!"
"Hello," Carl replied absently. The redhead was in his lap, and he was fondling one of her ample tits with one hand. His other was probing her red-haired cunt.
"Hello, Donna," Jerry said to her.
"Hi, roomie," the redhead said. So Jerry and the redhead were roommates.
So much the better- Donna had hers, so she'd take Donna's. Donna's voice had been soft and warm and throaty.
Connie turned and began stripping Jerry. She hauled his t-shirt up his bare torso. He bent over and let her drag it off over his head. She threw it aside. Then she attacked his belt buckle. When it was loose, she unzipped his trousers and shoved them and his underpants down around his strong, hairy thighs. His cock bobbed heavily. It had begun expanding the moment it was released.
"Sit down," Connie ordered.
Jerry sat. She sank down on her knees in front of him. She dragged his pants down and off, getting his loafers off at the same time. She left him in just his socks. She pushed his feet apart and moved in between them. There it was, right in front of her, the battering ram of his cock! The sight of his huge, blood-engorged prick made Connie gulp. Her stomach knotted. She had had three men in her short lifetime. But she had never had the chance to study a cock this close up. The shaft was pale, marked very faintly with veins. Just below the groove near the tip was a slightly darker ring-a circumcision scar. Then there was a groove that separated the glans from the shaft. On the underside, which was toward her, the groove arrowed up to the tip. Its point was close to the little slit. The glans looked more like a spearhead than anything. The groove gave the impression of barbs flanking the blunt point.
She touched the shaft delicately, shyly, fascinated by the textures. The darker glans was slightly rough in comparison with the skin of the shaft. The skin of his scrotum was dark and wrinkled with a few twisting pubic hairs sprouting from the sac.
She thought it was one of the most striking, beautiful things she had ever seen in her life. It was a thing of awesome power; like a canon ready to blast. It felt hot and hard as she steadied it, lifted it away from Jerry's belly. The flanks were harder than the top and bottom sides, while the glans was softest of all, warm and sort of rubbery to the touch. She stroked downward from the tip with one fingernail. She felt the cock throb heavily when her nail scraped over the soft little mound just below the glans.
Magically, a shining, crystal-clear drop appeared at the tip. She knew that everyone in the room was watching her. Carl and Donna, cuddled together in the chair, were staring at her. And Connie could feel Jerry's lust-hot eyes on her. His face was a blur in the background as she focused on his cock.
Leaning forward slowly, she slipped the tip of her tongue out; let it touch the gleaming drop of man cream. The thick fluid flowed up and over her tongue, filling her nostrils with its aroma. She found the salty flavor not unpleasant, and the scent incredibly arousing. Pursing her lips, she kissed the very tip of Jerry's cock. She sucked up the last traces of his secretions, rolled them in her mouth. Her head was swimming from the taste and smell of his cock's juices. Connie's insides were a tight, hard, hot knot of lust. It was like a steel core had formed in her young body, a hot, steel-hard ingot of sexual resolve and need. Lust and determination dominated her totally. If someone had forbidden her to do what she was planning, she would have turned on them and killed them, without a second thought. Pressing her head slowly downward, she let Jerry's juice-slicked cock wedge her lips open. She dropped her jaw to keep her teeth away from his tender flesh. His hot prick slid into her mouth like an enormous, living sausage. She let it glide the length of her tongue until a warning squirm in her throat made her stop so she wouldn't gag. As she drew her head back she felt the rippled hardness under his soft skin. His cock slid out from between her lips. She lifted off him completely, leaving his prick shining with saliva and a new flow of his oozings. Then, while her stomach knotted with lust, she proceeded to bathe the full length of his cock with her tongue. She felt his skin tug over the rigid core from the friction. She felt the heat of his flesh with her tongue. She loved it!
Twisting awkwardly, she went for his balls. Turning her head, she licked at the slithery sac. His hairs combed along her tongue. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked on his scrotum, felt one nut ooze into her mouth. She massaged it very, very gently with her tongue. With a soft groan, Jerry sagged back. His head thumped the wall behind her bed. He spread his thighs wider and settled down to enjoy the blowjob so willingly being given to him.
Connie got both his balls into her mouth. She licked his scrotum as she measured each testicle. Her soft blonde curls brushed the insides of his thighs as she mouthed his balls.
Finally, she left them, returned to the main attraction-his towering cock. She stroked her tongue along the underside, up the entire length of it, from its base to its tip. Her mouth filled again with the flavor of his man cream. She curled her lips eagerly around his cock. She pushed her head down slowly, driving his prick into her mouth, scrubbing her tongue along the underside, pressing the cylindrical bulk up against the roof of her mouth. Her stomach knotted. Her gag reflex caught her unawares and tears stung her eyes.
She paused, backing off just long enough for the urge to retch to fade. Then, braced for it, she eased her head down again while fighting the gag reflex. The touch of his big cock on the back of her tongue felt good this time, and she eased down farther and farther, until her breath whistled around the curved head. It poked down her throat, cutting off her wind completely, a living, hot cock. Her swallow reflex was triggered, and her throat knotted painfully around the cock. She felt the entire length of cock in her mouth pulse and throb, felt a hot stinging in her throat. For a second she thought he was cumming, but the pulsing faded. She knew it had been close, very close. She lifted her head so she could breathe. She stopped when her lips caressed the groove beneath the glans. She stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue, and then pushed her head down again. She began to move it in a slow, easy, steady flicking motion. She took his cock to the back of her tongue, but no farther. She wanted to feel his cum jetting onto her tongue, wanted to taste the hot jism from his balls. She rolled his testicles back and forth in her fingers, loving the feel of moistness her mouth had left. She curled her fingers around his nuts and squeezed gently, trying to milk their load out of them. She could feel the slender tube curling up toward his body from each egg-shaped cum factory. Never had she been so intimately entangled with a man's sexual organs-a cock in her mouth, balls in her hands. Every motion brought him closer and closer to his steaming eruption.
A hand touched the back of her head, started to push down, and then slid off to one side. Instead of forcing her head down on his cock, Jerry surprised her by caressing her soft hair gently, then brushing a strand back out of her eyes. In reaction, she pushed her face down on his cock quicker and harder, rubbed his prick more vigorously with her tongue. She suck and sucked his cock as she tried to draw the juices right out of his balls with the pressure of a vacuum. She pulled her cheeks against the sides of his tool and ground her tongue against a pulsing vein in his stiff cock and knew that he was about to unload his cum into her mouth. Lifting higher, she squirmed as if she had a cock up her cunt. She curled herself around the cock in her mouth. Lust was boiling through her slender, nude body. Hot sunlight from the window splashed across her naked shoulders as she pumped her head up and down, up and down. She rammed the head of his cock into the back of her throat, fighting to bring him off as violently as possible.
His hips were shifting and rolling, heaving upward as she pushed her head downward. The bed springs squeaked as his ass bounced and jounced. Air slipped between her lips with a harsh sucking sound. She gulped down the waves of saliva.
Jerry heaved his cock into her mouth. She felt his groin knot. She pulled up so that the head of his cock was resting on the back of her tongue. She rubbed his prick with her velvety tongue, felt the shaft squirm as the first searing pulse of thick jism rocketed down it. A scalding, gooey wad of cum exploded from the tip of his prick and hit the back of her throat, triggering her swallow reflex. As her tongue and throat heaved around his cock, shot after shot of thick jism erupted into her mouth. His prick pulsed while spurts of thick creamy cum poured into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed the endless waves of cum, tasted the thick, musky jism in her mouth. Heavy fumes boiled through her head as her tongue was coated with the heavy juices.
She couldn't believe it, but she was cumming too as her cunt convulsed in ecstasy! She held the spurting prick in her mouth as she had an incredible orgasm while a pool of cum formed in her mouth and she swallowed it. A few drops escaped and dripped down onto her thighs.
The spurting of the cock in her mouth declined slowly, faded to a trembling oozing. She felt it losing its rigidity and power. She sucked on it as if she were nursing on a breast. She drew the last thin dribbles of jism out of his shaft with her cheeks, lips and tongue. She didn't release his cock until it was a relaxed lump of soft, warm flesh. Then, before spitting it out, she meticulously swirled it clean with her tongue. Panting, she laid her head on his thigh and rested. She could feel her chin drying slowly, becoming crusty with cum and spit. Jerry was stroking her head softly and gently, his fingers tangling and pulling in her hair. Her shuddering, post-orgasmic breathing slowed and steadied at last, and she sat up.
Jerry looked down at her. "You're crazy."
"Was I good?" she demanded.
"Stupid question," he told her. "Should never ask that about sex. Might get an answer you don't like. You were terrific, though. But in the future it is better not to ask."
A sound caught Connie's attention and she looked over to where Carl and Donna were still sitting in the chair. They were fucking now. She was straddling him, facing away from him, and bobbing up and down. Connie could see his cock in the pink heart of her red-furred mint. It was shining with her juices. Carl was massaging the girl's big tits and digging his fingers into the upper end of her pussy. "What's the matter, wouldn't he let you do him?" Jerry asked.
Connie shook her head. "I wouldn't let him do me," she said sorrowfully.
"So you came down and offered to blow me; that doesn't make any sense." "Oh, I started masturbating. I guess it got him all horny. He left and came back with her, and she sucked him. That got me mad, so I got you." "How come you won't screw around with him?" Jerry asked. "I've got a boyfriend," Connie mumbled, embarrassed, feeling young and foolish about having a steady. "I promised I'd be faithful to him over the summer."
"Jeez, that was a dumb thing to promise."
"I-I've broken the promise three times already," Connie said. "Did you know that half the people in this dorm have steadies who aren't here?"
Connie looked up, afraid he was just trying to make her feel better. "It's true," Jerry insisted. "Look, you aren't married. What the hell! Do you think your steady is being faithful to you?" "I'm sure of it."
"Are you-really?" Jerry probed. Connie nodded.
"Where'd you leave him, locked up in a monastery?"
"No."
"Then I'll bet he's in a girl right now," Jerry snorted.
"No!"
Jerry shook his head. "Boy, have you got a lot to learn." He glanced at the clock. "Got to go call my girl."
"But she's right here!"
Jerry laughed. "I said my girl not my roommate." Swinging one leg over her head, he got up. "Any time you get the urge, feel free. Mark my words, Paul's knocking off a piece right now. What the hell else do you do with a Sunday afternoon, anyway?" He pulled on his clothes, jammed his feet in his loafers, and strolled out.
Carl came to a pulsing orgasm. Donna whimpered her pleasure. His creamy cum spilled out of her straining cunt. Connie slipped her robe on and went to take a shower. As she washed the cum off her chin and rinsed her mouth out, she wondered what Paul was doing at that exact moment.
Chapter Five
Paul was sweeping the pump house of the swimming pool. The whir of the big electric motors bounced off the concrete floor and walls, echoed from the ceiling, seemed to focus on him. His entire body throbbed with the sound. Mingled with the scent of hot oil and electricity was the tang of chlorine, and the smell of damp concrete. The shaft of light that spilled across the floor from the open door was bright white in comparison to the yellow glow from the tired bulb in the ceiling. On the control panel red lights gleamed, indicating which pumps were on, which valves were open. Just as Paul swept the pile of dirt across the bright patch of sunlight, a series of shadows flickered across the door-lithe, slender shapes that made him look up quickly.
"Hello, Paul," someone called. The girl's voice seemed to float above the waves of sound from the heavy machinery.
Paul shielded his eyes against the glare from the doorway, tried to see who was silhouetted in the rectangle of light. "Oh, hi, Tara." The girl stepped out of the bright light with a graceful, lazy motion. She seemed to vanish as she moved into the dimness of the pump house. "What are you doing?"
"Sweeping."
"I thought maybe he was making love to that silly old broom," another voice snickered.
"Guys don't make love with broom handles," a third voice noted dryly.
"Girls do"
"Ginger, is that you?" he asked, still squinting against the glare.
"And Jan."
Paul leaned on the broom handle. "You know you're not supposed to be around here. Where are you all, anyway? I can't see you." The blinding rectangle of sunlight narrowed, and then vanished. The heavy door boomed closed. Paul blinked in the sudden dimness, then saw a lithe, small form spinning the big locking wheel on the door. The door was required because of the tanks of compressed chlorine gas stored along one wall. It was tight enough to contain any accidental leak of poisonous gas in the pump room. The door and frame were salvage from a submarine. "That better?" Tara asked.
Paul made a face. "You three better get out of here. You get caught in here, you could really get in trouble."
"No one saw us come in," Ginger noted with a toss of her head. Her sandy blonde hair was cut short. Her two-piece suit left most of her torso exposed. She was fourteen, and had little in the way of a figure. "Nobody knows we're here," Tara went on, catching Paul's eye. Nora Shuster's daughter was fourteen, had thick black hair, and the beginnings of the same dramatic figure her mother had. It was provocatively confined in a too-small bathing suit.
"Why, anything in the world could happen in here, and no one would ever find out about it," Jan observed. She was the smallest and the youngest of the three girls-only thirteen. She was wearing a nylon tank suit that clung suggestively to her budding figure.
"Just anything," Ginger purred, leaning back against one wall. She began rubbing her lean, bare stomach lazily.
"Now wait a minute," Paul protested nervously. They were just kids! Ginger, the one who had made a pass at him before Connie left, was the oldest.
Tara walked slowly and sexily around the pump room, her body moving with studied, seductive grace. "We thought that with Connie gone all of a week now, you might be getting kind of... ah; lonely." The sight of her reminded Paul of the fantastic session in Mrs. Shuster's locker. His cock swelled and throbbed. He was sweating more than the lack of ventilation in the pump room could explain. "Hot" Jan complained. "Hate the feeling of cloth against my skin. Even a bathing suit."
Paul watched, his mouth suddenly dry, as the thirteen-year-old eased the straps of her tank suit off her shoulders. She pushed the suit down her body slowly, exposing the swell of her budding tits to his shocked gaze. Her nipples were a pale, pale pink-sharp little points in the center of her equally pale-pink areolas. Her tits were little more than pale-white swellings. Her hands slid down her body as she pushed her suit down around her hips, then lower, and lower, gradually exposing the flawless expanse of her tummy, until Paul thought it was going to go on forever. Then there was a swelling, and the top of a dark slit, and rounded, hairless cunt lips. With deliberate carelessness, Jan slid the suit down her sleek, graceful legs, and stepped out of it.
"Ahhh, that's better," she sighed, stroking her hands down her body. Then she crossed her arms and began fondling her tits and rolling her head sensuously.
"Jesus!" Paul yelped. "Put that back on!"
"What's the matter, Paul?" Ginger asked. "Hasn't Connie let you see what she's got? Why put up with her when this is available?" She reached behind herself and the top of her suit fell loose. She let it drop down to reveal her smoothly rounded tits. They were capped with dark, conical nipples. "And this," she went on, sliding the bottom of her suit down her long legs. Her cunt had a few fine, curling blonde hairs, full lips, and an inviting crevice.
Paul's cock was hammering in his jock strap. He was almost doubled over from the pain. Tara didn't say a thing, but he looked at her anyway, knowing that she was going to be next.
She was. In seconds, she was as nude as her two friends. Of the three, her figure was the most developed. Her tits were the fullest-but not full or heavy enough to crease on their undersides. Her hips flared the most, and her cunt had the most hair-a thick, tight black patch low on her pale-white tummy.
"Now let's see what he's got," Ginger suggested, moving slowly toward him. "Now wait a second!" Paul protested, desperately trying to fend them off with the broom. It was yanked out of his hands and sent clattering across the hard floor.
He was overwhelmed by the girls' fragrant, lithe, smooth, demanding bodies. His arms were captured, and the backs of his hands were nuzzled into warm, moist cunts. They hugged him against their slender bodies, held him immobilized. He tried to kick Ginger when she reached for his suit, but she deftly dodged away, and tugged the bowknot loose. Then she was dragging his suit down, and his cock leapt free as it was liberated from the confining jock strap. His feet were jerked out from under him for a moment as she yanked his suit off, then threw it aside. Only Jan's and Tara' tight grip kept him from sprawling on his back on the hard concrete. "Yum!" Ginger exclaimed at the sight of his throbbing cock. "Looks good enough to eat!"
"Why don't you try it?" Tara asked. "I'm sure there'll be enough to go around."
Paul had the feeling he was going out of his mind. He was being held by two naked girls, and his hands were nestled in their cunts. One of them didn't even have any pubic hair. A third nude, pubescent girl knelt in front of him. Her fingers touched his prick, and her mouth closed around his cockhead. He thought he was going to cum right then, right into her sucking mouth. He felt his prick throb and seep hot juice onto her darting tongue.
"Yum!" Ginger purred, spitting his prick out. "Is he ever ready!" Paul shook his head, trying to deny her statement. It wasn't easy. He had never gotten so hot and so hard so fast in his life. He looked down as Ginger stretched out on the hard, smooth concrete floor. She squirmed sinuously on the slippery slab. Her hands toyed with her round tits, squeezed and pressed the soft mounds. Her nipples peeped out from between her fingers. Her legs shifted and writhed, and her cunt beckoned to him. His prick swelled until it ached with need.
"Come on," Ginger whispered, sliding one hand down to her cunt. She spread her pussy lips, exposed the glittering pink heart of her cunt. Paul could see everything from the dark pucker of her asshole, to the glistening pearl of her clitoris. She probed a finger into her cunt and languidly finger-fucked herself, right there in front of him. "Think how it'll feel to have your cock in there," Ginger purred "It'll be tight, and hot, and wet, and you'll rub and rub and rub inside there until you cum and pump me full of that wonderful stuff of yours. Wonderful, thick, creamy cum."
Paul's cock drooled a long, glistening strand of excitement. All he could see was that hot, pink, inviting hole in Ginger's fourteen-year-old crotch. His balls throbbed with need. Jesus! The girl was begging for it, really begging for it. How much control did she think he had? Ginger stirred her finger in her dripping cunt, and Paul's resistance broke. He lurched against the two girls restraining him. Ginger saw him struggling and grinned. "Let him go," she ordered hoarsely.
Her face was shining with lust.
Paul dropped to his knees on the hard, oily floor. He leaned forward over her, bracing himself with one hand, grasping his cock with the other. Looking down, he aimed his cock into the gaping crevice of her cunt, nuzzled the head of his prick into her pussy, and then fell forward onto her, ramming his cock into her tight hole with brutal force. Ginger let out a yowl that made the hair on the back of his neck rise, and for a moment he thought he had misjudged and hurt her terribly. Then she was clutching his ass, dragging him hard into her, and he relaxed, and mashed her flat on the unyielding concrete. The cunt wrapped around his cock was unbelievably tight and hot. "Oh, wow!" Jan exclaimed breathlessly. She was on her knees, her blue eyes wide as she stared at Paul nestled between Ginger's gaping, slender, tanned thighs.
"Go to it" Tara urged from the other side. She was watching just as avidly.
"Hope he'll have some left for us," Jan said wistfully.
"He's got plenty," Ginger groaned from beneath him. "Come on, fuck me!" Paul fucked her, his reservations shattered by the overwhelming wantonness of the three young girls. He raped the girl under him, drawing his cock out and slamming it into her. The walls of her cunt blazed past his cock with every stroke. His pubic bone smashed down on hers, mangling her cunt without mercy. The shock of his thrusts jolted through her and she was actually sliding along the slick floor. He had to squirm after her in order to maintain his deep penetration. His knees felt raw and bruised from being scraped along the hard cement.
The girl under him accepted every one of his slamming thrusts eagerly. She clawed at his back as he rammed into her again and again. Her hips wriggled and heaved under him in opposition to his drives. She was grunting and groaning. Her breath jolted out of her sharply each time he slammed into her tight cunt.
"I'm cumming!" she wailed. "Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming!" Her voice rose to a pitch that rivaled the whine of the pumps all around them. Paul tried to power his cock completely through her as his balls erupted explosively. Pleasure ripped up through him like a dull knife blade, spurting his pent-up load of cum deep into her young body. His asscheeks convulsed and jerked, adding their force to his pumping and driving. He was wrung dry and fell limply on top of Ginger's lean body. He felt her mint spasming around his cock as he fought to catch his breath. Then his prick was shrinking and retreating from her dripping depths.
"Oh, man!" Tara exclaimed.
"Me next, me next!" Jan said frantically, tugging on Paul's shoulder.
"Respect your elders," Tara snorted, shoving the younger girl away.
"You'll get your turn. We'll have to get him up for it again anyway."
"Get him off me," Ginger pleaded softly. "He's crushing me!"
"You didn't mind before," Tara pointed out.
"Yeah, well I had other things on my mind then," Ginger retorted, pushing on Paul, trying to dislodge him.
Paul was exhausted. He wasn't even sure he was fully conscious. All the bottled-up lust of the past week had erupted all at once. He had been unbelievably stimulated. Never had he had an orgasmn such as that one. He let Tara drag him off Ginger, then sprawled on his back, his drained prick drooling a strand of cum across one of his thighs. "Aww, you used him all up," Jan said sourly.
"Don't worry," Tara reassured her. "You just need to know the tricks it takes to revive a man."
Paul felt fingers pick up his numbed cock and begin to fondle it. They squeezed it, tugged on it. Opening his eyes, he looked down as Tara was kneeling beside him. Her body was very slender and graceful as she sat on her heels. Her back was very straight.
"Oh, you're alive are you?" Jan chided when she noticed his eyes were open. Well, how about getting it up again for Tara and me, huh?" "He doesn't have any control over that," Tan explained. "Don't you know that? He just needs a little rest, and a little of the right stimulation and he'll come to life."
"Well, stimulate him then," Jan complained. "We haven't got all day!"
"Mind your manners," Tara growled. "Let's see what this does." As Paul watched, she lowered her head and engulfed his limp, sticky cock with her warm, wet mouth. He thought of how Tara's mother had sucked his cock, and felt his prick rise slightly.
"Ahhh," Tara purred, detecting the movement. "See? All it takes is the right stimulation."
"So stimulate him," Jan urged impatiently. "Gee whiz!" "Gladly," Tara answered, shifting to straddle Paul's legs with hers. She nestled her soft, warm ass down on his legs, then leaned forward and took his prick in her mouth again. Her tits pressed on his thighs. He could feel the hard knots of her nipples digging into his flesh. She curled herself sensuously around his legs as she licked and sucked his cock. "I got an idea," Jan announced. "Okay if I get something for me?" Tara lifted off his prick long enough to answer. "As long as it doesn't interfere with me, it's okay. But I get the next fuck. Understand?" "I understand," Jan answered acidly. Standing up, she stepped across Paul and stood over him, her crotch gaping over his face. She looked down at him, her hands on her slender hips. Then she lowered herself, hunkering her firm ass down onto his chest.
Paul looked up at her warily. She was the youngest of the three and the craziest from what he had seen. She was just beginning to mature. She was close to being flat-cheated, but her tits were definitely developing. Her body was just beginning to fill out. She was tiny, weighed less than ninety pounds, maybe only eighty.
"Lunch time," she chirped, sliding her ass up his chest, moving her hairless cunt toward his chin.
"Hey," Tara said, stopping her sucking. "What are you doing? He's getting hot as a pistol down here."
"Just offering him a nice warm meal," Jan answered. "Guess he likes the idea. Who'd have thought he'd know about eating pussy?" "Sure as hell didn't learn it from Connie, Ginger snorted. "That girl doesn't even know what her cunt is for."
"I don't care where he learned it, so long as he does it," Jan retorted. "Come on, Paul, eat me. Try it, you'll like it!" She shoved her cunt onto his face.
Paul flinched away.
"You better eat," Jan snapped, "or I'll pee on your face." Paul had no doubt that she meant exactly what she said. He lifted his head and stuck his tongue out. He was barely able to touch her heated cunt lips with the tip. His neck started to ache from the strain of holding his head up.
"Here, I'll be your pillow," Ginger offered, easing one thigh under his head.
"Lick deep," Jan ordered, moving further up onto his face. She pressed her soft, moist cunt down over his mouth and squirmed it around. Her cuntal juices smeared his chin and nose. He probed into her slippery nest with his tongue, and was engulfed in the taste and smell of her pussy. When he drilled deep into her cunt, she sighed with pleasure. He wiggled his tongue deep in her slick tunnel, and felt his cock being engulfed by Tara's sucking mouth, stroked by her tongue. His lust boiled upward. The knowledge that his pillow, Ginger, was watching the action closely increased his blazing excitement.
Paul's cock was throbbing. It was fully erect now. Tara's warm mouth pressed around his steaming prick. She stroked the underside of his cock with her velvety tongue, setting fire to the nerve patch just behind the head. His prostate was cramped with desire and his entire groin was on fire. But, because he had just cum, he knew it was going to take a long time for him to climax.
It was the craziest scene imaginable. He didn't have to do anything but lie there on his back on the floor, his mouth working in a hairless young cunt. His body was a raging fire of sexual pleasure. Rolling his eyes to one side, he studied the girl he had just tucked. Moving his eyes back to the front he looked up the slender torso of the girl he was eating out. A third warm, soft, female body was cuddling his legs while a mouth worked on his prick with polished skill.
The cum was gathering in his balls in an unbelievable quantity. It felt like a mammoth pool of hot lava deep in his guts. He wasn't going to cum for a long, long time. But when he did cum, it was going to be an eruption of unbelievable power.
The mouth was withdrawn from his cock and he lurched involuntarily in response to the abandonment.
"What are you doing down there?" Jan complained.
"Going to get fucked," Tara panted. "I think he's ready now."
"Eat!" Jan ordered, squirming her bald cunt on his face. Paul ate. He felt Tara easing her way up his legs as her satiny skin brushed his hairy thighs.
He swept his tongue the length of Jan's slippery slit, rasping it over her clitoris, feeling the little button wriggle away. Remembering how he bad driven Mrs. Shuster mad, he sought Jan's nerve pearl and caught it between his lips. He sucked on it, and Jan wailed softly. "Oooooo, golly!" she moaned. "That's it, that's it!" She quivered and wriggled. Her hands on her hips, she sat up very straight on his face. Her little pink nipples looked like tiny berries on the hills of her budding tits.
Tan's knees were straddling Paul's hips now. He felt her fingers on his prick, which made it hard for him to concentrate on what he was doing to Jan's clitoris. Then the head of his cock nuzzled into a hot, wet opening. He felt like he was being torn in two directions. He sucked on the hot bud of Jan's cunt as he felt his cock being slowly swallowed by Tara's cunt. Unable to get a firm grip on Jan's clitoris, Paul kept letting it slip through his lips and then sucking it back in. Finally, keeping a hard suction on the mini-cock, he succeeded in rasping it with his tongue, and felt Jan quiver. The little thirteen-year-old girl went stiff, and shivered as if she were receiving an electric shock. Paul's cock was suddenly totally enveloped in Tara's cunt. She let out a deep moan of pleasure as she settled down firmly on him. She remained still for a moment. Then, carefully, she shifted her hips, stirring his cock in her cunt gently. The rippled walls of her pussy stroked Paul's cock, and he felt a searing trickle of fluid work its way up his tight channel and spill into her hole.
He continued to batter Jan's clit. He pinched it out as if spitting out a watermelon seed, then sucked it back in. In and out, in and out. Every time it slithered through his lips, he saw the muscles of Jan's belly squirm with excitement. His face was being flooded with her cuntal juices. Every time he drew her clit in he also drew in a little of her fluids.
Tara began to fuck herself on his cock, lifting slowly up, and then letting herself down quickly. His prick drilled up into her tight cunt, and pulsed as if it were going to blast its load into her right away. Something bumped Paul's head, and he stopped sucking on Jan's clit. Ginger bent her free leg and moved it out to the side. She was fondling her cunt as she watched. Her nipples were hard and erect. Paul felt like a sex god. He was bringing off two girls-one with his mouth, and one with his cock. And a third was watching. He was so hot it was starting to hurt. There was an agonizing ache in his groin from the prolonged stimulation. His muscles and glands had held themselves tensed and ready for so long, they were starting to cramp. He redoubled his efforts on Jan's clit, hoping to bring her off quickly so he could concentrate on firing his hot load into Tara's pumping cunt. "Awwww!" Jan howled, pouring unexpectedly copious waves of cuntal juices over his jaw. He continued battering her clitoris with his lips and tongue. She clutched his head and hauled his face hard up into her crotch, bruising his lips on the unyielding arch of her pubic bone. A pair of hands snaked around Jan from behind, and closed on her almost nonexistent tits. Paul realized with a jolt that Tara was leaning forward and hugging the younger girl. And Tara was also pumping herself on him harder and harder and harder. He was getting very close to having an incredible orgasm!
Jan leaned back against Tara, and writhed ecstatically. Her tiny torso arched gracefully as she lifted her chest up against the clutching hands, and kept her cunt jammed down firmly on Paul's face. The sight of her straining body sent Paul's lust over the top. His glands erupted and he heaved his hips up against Tara. He slammed his cock straight up into her mint, splitting her on his prick. His prostate throbbed and fired. Thickened by the long wait, the gobs of jism felt like hard pellets as they shot the length of his prick. His asscheeks knotted as he geysered into Tara's clutching cunt. He felt her cuntal walls spasming around his jetting cock as she came. Cock and cunt, working together, pulsing and clenching, stimulated each other to still greater heights.
Paul's pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. Adding to the stimulation was the fact that Tara's cunt wasn't quite big enough to accommodate the full length of his erect, spouting cock. The head of his cock was jammed against the end of her tunnel. The yielding membranes were stretched over the head of his cock tightly, making it hard for the cum to get out of his prick. The resulting back pressure made his muscles work harder. If it hadn't felt so incredibly good, he would probably have worried about bursting something inside.
As it was, he was overwhelmed by carnal pleasure. He gaped at the cruel, harsh way Tara handled Jan's tits. The older girl was clawing Jan's soft flesh, leaving red welts on the pale mounds of breast tissue. But Jan was obviously enjoying the brutal treatment. She was wriggling ecstatically in Tara's grasp, while still squirming her cunt on Paul's face. The flood from her pussy was decreasing. It was evident that her orgasm was fading. Paul was still dragging at her clit with his mouth. Releasing that nerve bundle, he lowered his aim and crammed his tongue into her mint, lapping up her fluids, trying to trigger another flood. It wasn't any use. His own orgasm was fading, and so was Tara's. Jan's was already gone. His groin gave one final heavy pump, held tight, and then slowly relaxed to a dull ache. Tara's cunt squeezed his cock one last time before it started to relax. It was evident that Jan and Tara were holding each other up. Tara's face appeared over the younger girl's shoulder, and Jan let her head fall back onto Tara's shoulder. Paul could see Jan's ribs heaving as she caught her breath. Her stomach was pulled taut and flat. He could see a little tremor in her muscles there, a delicate fluttering under the soft skin. "Uh," Tara grunted, lifting herself off Paul's cock. Jan leaned forward and eased her crotch off his face and straddled his chest. Paul's cock fell against his belly. It was wet and sticky with cum. "Far-fucking-out!" Ginger observed. "Connie doesn't know what she's missing, does she?"
Paul nodded weakly. His throat was dry, making it hard to talk. He licked his lips and tasted Jan's cuntal juices on them. "Yes she does," he croaked.
"She does?"
"Senior prom," Paul explained. "We spent the night on the golf course." "Well, I'll be damned," Ginger marveled. "Connie, the professional virgin, scores on the course. Who would've thought it? And now, she's there, with all those college guys. And you're here, with us. And who knows what might happen?"
Paul remained silent. There was a hard knot of fear down deep in his guts. He sure as hell hadn't been faithful to Connie. How could he expect her to be faithful to him?
The uncomfortable train of thought was broken by Jan climbing off his face. Her wet cunt left a trail on his chest. She glanced down at his groin and gave a chirp of surprise.
"Hey, you guys, he's still hard!"
"I'll be damned," Tara marveled. "I could have sworn I used him all up."
Paul was just as amazed as they were as he became aware of his hard-on. After the last orgasm, his second in less than half an hour, he could have sworn he'd be drained for the next week. Obviously, he wasn't. Evidently the stimulation from Tara's mouth and eating Jan's cunt had been so great that one cum wasn't going to be enough.
"Boy, is he big!" Jan observed breathlessly. "And he's all mine now."
"Think you're big enough to take him?" Ginger asked acidly. "You just watch me," Jan retorted. "You just watch me take him. Boy, oh boy, oh boy! Am I going to enjoy this!"
"Don't hurt yourself," Tara cautioned. "You're kind of small you know." "I stretch," Jan answered as she mounted Paul. His head still on Ginger's thigh, Paul looked down to where Jan was straddling him. Her cunt was an elongated pink flower in her pale slit. Her nakedness seemed greater because of the total lack of hair on her pussy. It made the bulk of his cock look all the more brutal and intimidating. It looked like he was too big for her.
"Better grease him up a bit," Ginger suggested. "He's still wet from Tara," Jan observed, picking his hard-on up. Easing herself down, she wedged the monster head of his cock into the heart of her cunt.
Paul felt as if his shaft would split her wide open. He clenched his teeth and tried to will his aching hard-on away. The sight of Jan poised over throbbing cock made that impossible.
She gripped his shaft with both hands, and squirmed down on it very slowly. The pressure made the inner folds of her cunt flame momentarily, and then pale as they were stretched by his bulk. It was like watching a ritual suicide. She slowly drove herself down on his fully erect cock. She shuddered as it slowly bored up into her body. Her eyes slitted with concentration, her mouth gaping, she eased herself down in a series of jerks. Her little nipples got harder and harder as she wedged his monster cock up into her cunt.
Paul's balls were in high gear, grinding out cum. The grasp of Jan's cunt was tighter than anything he had ever felt. The friction was so great that the skin of his cock was wrinkling visibly. There was an exquisite tugging sensation on the nerve patch of his cock, a sensation that triggered a steaming flow of fluid from his glands. The load of cum his body was preparing was going to be the biggest yet.
Whether his orgasm would hold off or not was a question. He had been in a state of continual sexual arousal for what seemed like hours. He had been surrounded by three teenage girls in all their naked glory. Even though he had already cum twice, he knew his third climax was not far off. And the incredible tightness of the cunt slowly being worked down onto his cock made his orgasm draw still closer.
"I'm getting it," Jan moaned. "I'm getting it! Every bit of it. You'll see. I'm not the little runt you think I am."
"I never said you were a runt," Tara said quietly.
"Me either," Ginger said.
"Yeah, but you've always thought it," Jan said. "Little tag-a-long brat, that's what you thought.
"Well, I'm not so little, and I'll prove it. I'm big where it counts.
Between the legs."
She was, too. She had half of Paul's cock drilled into her cunt, and was taking the rest of it quickly now. Her pussy was flooding from the stimulation. Glistening trickles of juices flowed down the visible portion of Paul's cock and disappeared into his pubic bush. The wrinkles created by her tight cunt squirmed up into her body. It was an incredible sensation.
Jan wriggled down farther on him, got three-fourths of his cock into her body. "He's touching bottom," she whispered. "Ah; Ah; Ah; Ah!" With each sharp exclamation, she dropped a fraction of an inch more. A final long sigh came as she settled down on him completely. The head of his cock was rammed against the end of her cunt, stretching her to the breaking point.
"Oooohh, golly, golly, golly!" Jan wheezed. "If I move, I'm going to cum!" Paul's cock throbbed at the edge of a climax, then stopped. "If you so much as twitch," he grunted, "so will I."
Jan grinned at him impishly. "Well then, shall we?" She lifted up. He could see her cuntal flesh tugging slightly from the friction. "You ready?" she asked, pausing with just the bulbous head of his cock in her seething cunt.
Paul nodded, tensing up his groin muscles.
She came down on him. She did it slowly and steadily, not quickly or sharply. The friction was a match on a short fuse. His balls began to pump and pulse before Jan had taken half of his cock. Her cunt began spasming around his cock as soon as the first searing wad of jism had erupted from it. They both came as she lowered herself on his cock. His prick pulsed and spurted as she drove herself down on him. When she finished the descent, the head of his huge cock was thrust against the end of her hole, and he was near the end of his orgasm. His cock gave a few final pulses, and then the throbbing died to a quivering, then an ache, and finally he began to lose his hard-on. As his hard-on faded quickly and he withdrew from her, her cunt clamped closed. She actually squeezed thick creamy cum out of her body. His cock squirted free of her tight hole, and a pearly wave spilled into his pubic hair as she lifted of his prick.
Jan exhaled noisily, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time, and lay forward on him. She was light as a feather. Paul cuddled her against his strong chest.
"I hate to break up such a tender scene," Tara interrupted, "but we better get our tails out of here before someone comes looking for him or us." Paul sat up as the three girls scrambled to their feet. There was a flurry of activity as they got their suits back on. Paul tried desperately to look at all three of them at once, to treat himself to one last look at their naked bodies. In a few minutes they were dressed, and gone. Paul got to his feet, locked the door, and picked up his suit and jock strap. His foot skidded on a pool of cum. Handling them very gently, he covered his aching cock and balls, tucked them in. Then he resumed sweeping. He spread the cum into a long dark smear on the concrete floor.
Chapter Six
Connie heard the key in the lock, and lurched up off her bed and slipped her robe on. She gathered up her laundry, grabbed the soap flakes, and exited as Carl came in. Shaking and hot, she walked straight down the hall as if she were a drunk trying to pass a sobriety test. She was quivering because she had been masturbating. Carl had interrupted her just a moment before she would have cum.
She tiptoed past Jerry's door. She was avoiding him, too, which wasn't particularly hard. Avoiding Carl, though, was next to impossible. She had succeeded for the past week, but it hadn't been easy. She was still mortified by her performance on Sunday. It made facing either Carl or Jerry pure agony.
She had spent hours in the library, and left only when they threw her out. Monday she had hidden and spent the night in the stacks. The aches and pains that resulted had decided her against that solution. So, each night, she undressed quickly. Twice she had waited until Carl turned out his light. In the morning, she dressed just as hastily, feeling his eyes on her even when he wasn't looking. She didn't want to give him any reason at all to do what he had done before. She didn't want to give him a reason to make a pass at her. She was clinging desperately to her promise of fidelity.
It wasn't easy. The atmosphere of the dorm was blatantly erotic. The coed bathrooms meant constant exposure to naked bodies, male and female. Couples used the showers for both foreplay and fucking. It was perpetual stimulation, which made Connie perpetually horny. Which was why she had been masturbating when Carl had come in unexpectedly. Her legs shook as she made her way to the basement where the washing machines were located. She slumped wearily against one machine for a minute, trying to regain her composure. She was relieved that the laundry room was empty. She was alone. The searing itch in her cunt was growing worse. She loaded a machine, added soap, and turned it on. Then she noticed her robe smelled, and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She chewed on her lower lip, debating. She was all alone. Upperclassmen were almost all at classes this time of day. It seemed unlikely anyone would come into the laundry room while she was there. The robe desperately needed washing. Besides, there was a shower next door, and she could shower while her clothes were getting clean. It seemed too good a chance to miss.
She stripped, lifted the lid on the washing machine and dropped her robe into the swirling, soapy water. The agitator sucked it under as she lowered the lid. She peered out into the echoing basement corridor, and then slipped quickly into the shower room. There were no stalls, just a row of nozzles along the wall.
After adjusting the water, she stepped under the steaming spray. As the hot jets stung her skin, she felt the tension in her shoulders melt away. With a purr of pleasure, she stretched under the soothing blast. She turned and let the stinging jets blister her tits. Her nipples jerked alive. She backed up a little so one stream drilled into her cunt, right on the crevice. It titillated her clitoris delicately and sent her lust soaring.
Reaching down, she spread her cunt lips, letting the stream of water batter her erect clit into a searing point of ecstasy. Her lust burst through her slender form, more forcefully than usual because she had kept it brutally pent up. She arched, thrust her pussy forward, offered her cunt to the pounding spray of water. Her pussy was flooding with juices. They mingled with the hot water and poured down over her sleek, smooth thighs. She groped blindly for the soap dish, and found someone had left a bar of soap behind. Sucking her fingers, she turned so her back was to the shower nozzle, and proceeded to masturbate. Her soapy fingers rolled the nubbin of her clit around and around and around.
She swayed, delirious with lust. She staggered and slammed back against the wall painfully. Propping herself against the cold tiles, she diddled her clitoris with the fingers of one hand, and probed the hot, slithery opening of her cunt with the other. She was oblivious of everything but the pleasure she was giving herself. The only things in her universe were her hands, her clitoris, and the incredible pleasure inside her pussy. Then there was a sound!
"Nooo," she moaned while increasing her efforts on her body and listening in spite of herself.
Footsteps were coming down the stairs to the basement. Every step pushed her farther and farther from her goal, increased her frustration and hunger. A final, desperate attempt to trigger her orgasm failed, and she slumped down, defeated. Then, hearing the footsteps enter the laundry room, she moved back under the shower and turned and twisted to let the water sluice away the soap and her aggravation with whoever it was who had spoiled her fun. She was about to shut off the water when she remembered she had no towel or bathrobe. She was just going to have to wait it out until whoever it was left. Maybe they'd go back upstairs after they got their laundry started.
Suddenly Jerry Peterson appeared in the doorway of the shower room. "Well, hello, there!" His eyes flickered over her sleek, wet body. Connie tried to cover herself with her hands, and then realized that was dumb. Not only had he seen her naked before, he had fucked her and been sucked by her. Trying to hide would just excite him more. "What are you doing here?" she asked sharply.
"Washing my clothes. What are you doing here?" "Washing my clothes," she replied. "I decided to take a shower while I waited."
"Not a bad idea," Jerry agreed. "I think I'll do the same." To her dismay, he proceeded to strip right then and there. He disappeared and returned in a few seconds without his clothes. His cock was half-erect, and lolled heavily against one thigh as he walked over to the neighboring set of faucet handles.
"Take mine; I'm done," Connie said abruptly, stepping out from under the hot spray. "See you later."
"Thanks."
She headed for the laundry room.
She leaned weakly against the vibrating machine as it spun the water out of her clothes. She didn't see how she could possibly go on like this, dodging these horny guys while getting more horny herself. The summer stretched ahead of her like a nightmare. Continuous carnal hunger was staring her in the face. The endless temptations were making her life unbearable.
Warm, strong hands slid around her and closed on her tits. All her bottled-up lust blazed forth suddenly. As fingers pressed and massaged her boobs, pinching and teasing her erect, eager nipples, she felt the washing machine's vibrations drumming through her naked body. She wanted to tear the hands off her flesh, turn and lash out. He had some nerve, fondling her so intimately. Instead, she let him play with her tits. "You can't possibly avoid me forever, you know," Carl whispered, kissing the back of her neck, his clothed body pressing against her naked back. Connie moaned softly, and wondered what had happened to Jerry. The noise of the washing machine made it impossible to hear if the shower was still on or not. Maybe Jerry would come in and save her before things had gone too far.
Carl slid one hand down her belly, combed his fingers into her moist, squeaky-clean pubic patch. The gentle pressure was more arousing than if he had slid a finger into her cunt. She pushed her pelvis forward, not sure whether she was trying to get him to probe her pussy, or to throw him off.
His hand touched the washing machine, transferred the vibrations straight to the heart of her cunt. It was like being attached to a live wire. A dry, ragged, animal cry was torn from her throat. She pushed her hips harder against the machine, ground Carl's hand into her crotch, pinched it between herself and the quivering machine. Carl pressed one finger into her slit, drilled it deep into her simmering hole, then hooked it and pushed his palm against her clit. His hand shook because of the machine. Connie thought she was going to die because it felt so good. She squirmed her hips, mashing his hands between the dancing clothes washer and her pubic arch.
Carl extracted his hand from its painful trap. But she didn't care, because she was able to grind her clit against the hard metal corner of the quivering machine. Her whole pelvis shuddered in time with the washer. She was a glittering mass of pleasure.
But it wasn't a cock, and it wasn't in her cunt, and her cunt was weeping because it was so empty. She knew she wasn't going to reach her peak without a hot, hard cock jamming her starving cunt. So, when she felt Carl's hands on her again, urging her to turn and face him, she let him rotate her. She had just enough strength to keep from falling down. Otherwise, she was putty in his hands. He pushed her back against the shaking washing machine. She spread her feet on the hard concrete floor. The corner of the machine wedged into the crack of her ass. The shaking drummed up through her whole body. She opened her eyes, and looked down. Carl was naked. His massive, pale cock, with its rounded pink head, was aimed at her flawless tummy. She looked up into his deep, blue eyes. Tears were blurring her vision as she began begging him.
"Please?" she whispered, too softly to be heard over the washing machines. "Please?" she repeated, more loudly, pleading for release from her agonizing hunger.
Carl grasped his cock and bent it downward, aimed it below the roundness of her belly, and into her strawberry-blonde snatch. The head wedged between her cunt lips. She was shaking because of both her excitement and the vibrating washer.
She pushed up on her toes, sliding her ass up the corner of the machine. She felt the hard corner between the cheeks of her ass as she rose, trying to sit on the shaking metal.
Carl caught onto what she was trying to do. He gripped her waist and lifted her easily so she was sitting on top of the washing machine. Her entire body was quivering right along with it. She sat on the corner, one leg dangling down the side, one down the front. The corner of the steel cabinet ground against her ass.
Carl stepped forward and aimed his cock straight into her pussy. Her cunt was on just the right level for a quick thrust. He pulled her forward a little, until she teetered precariously. He set the head of his cock between her cunt lips, wedged her quivering slit open. He pushed, and the bulb of his cock entered her cunt. The sensation of being shaken violently while a relatively motionless cock entered her was almost more than she could bear. She stopped steadying herself on the machine with her hands, and grabbed Carl's shoulders, and then looked down at the meaty shaft connecting them.
She watched as it slowly slid into her trembling cunt. She loved the sight of her pale, sleek, graceful legs dangling on either side of Carl's strong ones. Her whole body shivered in time with the wild drumming of the washer. "God," Carl groaned, "I hope that damn machine doesn't stop." "If it does," Connie moaned, "you can turn the timer around until it starts again." Her voice shook from the vibrations that were shaking her whole body from head to toe. Her hips were the focus of her quivering. The hard corner of the machine pounded into her ass. Her body transferred the mad shivering of the machine to the rigid cock in her cunt. The washing machine gave a loud click, and the vibrating began to die away. Frantically, Connie reached back with one hand, trying to find the controls. She rapped her knuckles on the panel, fumbled along it, found the knob and gave it a twist.
"A little more," Carl whispered. "There!"
The shaking began to build as the machine started a second spin cycle. The reaching had shifted her slightly on the top of the machine. Suddenly her asshole was being ravaged by the jutting corner of the washer. She thought it had been good before! The new sensation was absolutely fantastic. Connie learned abruptly that her asshole was an erogenous zone. The shaking corner of the machine pried into the tight hole, and she thought she was going to die from the pleasure. Her lust flashed like a strobe light as her asshole was battered by the quaking machine. A cock crammed its way into her cunt, and she soared to an orgasm of incredible intensity. She stayed at the peak, holding onto the insane pleasure as the machine spun on and on. The feel of Carl pistoning his cock in and out of her shuddering cunt was secondary. Her primary attention was on the flame point in her ass. She let him do as he wished with the rest of her body.
Carl moved in her. Holding onto her waist, he pistoned his cock in and out of her wet hole. His prick moved in and out of her shivering pussy with a vibrating motion that stimulated her cuntal nerves in a way they had never been stimulated before. Her whole body was seething with pleasure. He heaved into her, harder and harder and harder, but the pleasure he gave her still couldn't match that from the pounding washer. She felt him slam into her and then his whole body was pressing against her. Her clitoris was trapped between her own chattering pubic arch and his still one, and became another point of searing pleasure.
She didn't even feel his cock pour its thick load of cum into her clenched cunt. She hung on the edge of the machine, keeping herself balanced there by holding onto his shoulders. Her legs were dancing wildly on either side of his. Her head lolled back. Her face was a mask of passion. Her tits quivered as her orgasm lashed her to a paste.
She didn't start to come down from her orgasmic high until the washer finished the spin cycle and gradually slowed. She was utterly drained and limp from the experience, and leaned forward and rested her forehead on Carl's shoulder. His prick was shrinking inside her, but he made no move to retrieve its withered length from her dripping cunt. When he did pull out, and she felt her cunt snap shut, his load of cum still in its folds, she almost burst into tears. All she could think was that she had done it again. She was a... a slut. She'd do anything, with anyone. Anywhere. Any time. Push the right buttons and watch Connie fuck. She felt sick.
Easing herself down off the washer, Connie turned her back on Carl and did her best to ignore him. She tried to ignore the fact that he was naked and that she was naked. She walked around the laundry room while cum trickled down her thighs. She could feel cool air touching her all over. She could feel his jism drying on her cunt. Her nipples were still stiff.
Bending over, she started hauling her clothes out of the washing machine. She felt Carl staring at her ass. She had to bend over farther to reach the bottom of the tub. The cold, hard edge of the washer cut into her. She knew Carl must be able to see her cunt up between her thighs. He must be able to see her asshole, too. She was acutely conscious of her asshole. She still felt twinges of insane ecstasy from having the vibrating corner of the washer digging into the muscular ring.
Hugging the load of damp clothes to her tits, she carried it to a drier.
She tried to ignore the way Carl was watching her, every step of the way.
She felt incredibly naked as she opened the door of the dryer. Jerry Peterson's entering the laundry room did nothing to decrease Connie's feeling of exposure and vulnerability. She tried to concentrate on loading the dryer. She knew the two boys were watching her. Jerry checked his washing machine, then leaned back against it. He was naked.
Carl was naked.
Connie wished she could hide. She felt their eyes on her. She felt a creeping, hot flow of excitement in her guts.
She was fully conscious of the effect she was having on both boys. Carl, who had so recently cum, showed it the least. His prick was half hard, thick and round and swollen, but still drooping. Jerry's cock was fully erect, thrusting out boldly from his brown thatch. She remembered sucking his cock. She remembered how hot and hard it had been in her mouth.
She remembered how it had pulsed and squirmed as it unloaded down her throat. She remembered the taste of his hot, thick, sticky cum. Lust raged through her as she tried desperately to ignore the steadily building tension in the small room.
"What's with her?" Jerry asked at last.
"A severe case of post-coital guilt," Carl answered.
"Again, huh?"
"Again."
"You know what she needs?" Jerry mused. "What?"
"She needs a good fuck."
Connie tensed. She felt totally helpless.
"What do you think she just had?" Carl retorted, miffed. "A good fuck," Jerry assured the other boy. "But I mean a good Fuck, with a capital 'F'. I mean something so far out and completely raunchy that it'll get rid of the last of her inhibitions." "Oh."
Connie looked around, searching for some escape, but there was no way out. Jerry was now blocking the one exit from the room. His throbbing cock extended heavily from his groin. Carl, his arms folded across his chest, appeared to be nearly as ready. His prick was almost fully erect. What made it worse for Connie was the deep down suspicion that she dick 't really want to get away. She felt an itch of anticipation and desire in her cunt. She remembered sucking Jerry's cock, and being fucked by him on the bus. And there was the recent session with Carl, and the incredible vibrating washer.
"Look at her tits," Carl observed. "I think you're right. I think she'd like to."
Connie shook her head weakly. Her nipples belied the feeble denial. The rose-tinted nubbins sat up alertly, eagerly. They ached with desire. "Noooo," she moaned, backing away as the two naked men advanced on her. Her bare ass bumped up against the cold metal of Jerry's washing machine, and she felt the pulsing, pumping vibration drumming through her pelvis. She tried to fend them off with her hands. Each captured one of her wrists with disdainful ease. Pinning her arms back, they used their free hands on the firm mounds of her tits. Two hands, two different, unrelated hands, touched and pinched and molded her soft warm globes. Raw lust was ripping through her. She felt her tits being pinched and tugged. Flames lashed through her. She writhed sensuously.
The grip they each had on her wrists eased. Connie made no attempt to throw them off and escape. She was held there by her own lust. They bowed their heads, almost as if they had rehearsed it. Lips nuzzled her tits, and she thought she was going to cum right then, with nothing in her cunt at all. Her nipples were agonizing knots of ecstasy. They were so swollen they felt like they were about to burst. She felt her cunt swelling and throbbing and oozing as her tits were tormented. She curled her arms around their heads, crushed their faces against her soft, warm tits. She felt Carl's hair on one bare arm, Jerry's on the other. Both needed a shave, and the scraping of their stubble against her sensitive skin added one more bit of delicious stimulation. Without taking their mouths away from her tits, they lifted her up onto the thumping, sloshing washer. Their hands dug into her small waist. Keeping her arms curled around their necks, she threw her head back. Their sucking and nursing on her aroused tits was keeping her in a blazing inferno of lust. The pounding of the washer matched her heartbeat and reinforced her pulse. Her whole body was throbbing in time with the machine.
Hands touched the insides of her thighs. She let her legs be eased open, permitted access to her strawberry patch, her soft cunt lips. Hard masculine fingers scraped across the nerve endings on her inner thighs, parted her outer cunt lips, let air strike in between her steaming inner folds.
The first break in the teamwork came at that moment, but it was more arousing than upsetting. For a second, Carl and Jerry competed for possession of her cunt. Then one of them, she didn't know which, plunged two fingers into her dripping opening, and the other concentrated on her cunt.
Connie spread her thighs wider, and edged her ass closer to the edge of the pounding washer, inviting deeper penetration, more intimate exploration. She felt a stark need to have her rippled, slippery cunt filled with something more than a couple of fingers. Jerry pulled away from her nipple. He kept the suction up so her tit was hauled outward. Then his lips pulled free with a soft sucking sound. He looked at her.
"Beg for it," he said softly.
Connie shook her head. Not because she didn't want what he was offering, but because she wanted to see how much more she could take before having to scream her surrender to her body.
Jerry rolled her clitoris, his fingers slipping on her cuntal juices. The stimulation was maddening. "Beg for it," he repeated. Connie was starting to crack. "Please," she whimpered.
"Please what?"
Carl was still working on her nipple. He was sucking hard now, drawing part of her tit in against his teeth. He was crushing her nerve-packed clit against the roof of his mouth.
"Please do me," Connie moaned.
"What? I don't understand. Do what?" Jerry demanded.
"Do me," Connie pleaded.
"The word," Jerry ordered. "Use a word I understand." He ground his thumb down on her clit. It was the last straw and Connie's resistance shattered. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Louder!"
"Fuck me!" she repeated.
"Louder!" Jerry insisted. "Shout it-shout it out!" "FUCK MEEEE!" The shriek tore her throat, echoed through the cave like corridors of the basement like the cry of a damned soul. It jarred Carl away from her tit, shattered the brittle tension. Jerry eased Carl aside, slid in between Connie's thighs. Leaning back on her hands, her ass on the edge of the washer, she watched his cock approach her delicate bush. She felt the head nuzzle in between her cunt lips. She stared up at the ceiling and concentrated on the feeling of her cunt being slowly filled with a wonderful, hot, heavy cock. As Jerry eased his prick into her willing body, she felt the ripples in her cuntal walls spread and stretch to accommodate his bulk. In a few seconds she was full, glutted. She clenched her cunt around his cock, trying to keep it deep in her body. Under her, the washer's rhythm changed. A pump pulsed and water was sucked from the tub. The drum slowly began to build up speed for the spin cycle. Connie began to quiver. The prick clasped in her shivered, twitched, and she thought she was going to faint because it felt so incredibly good.
Jerry held himself away from the washer. His feet were planted firmly on the hard floor. He drew his prick out and slid it back in, letting Connie do the quivering as he fucked her. The walls of her cunt shivered insanely as his cock slid in and out past them. Her tits quivered as her body shook. She felt Carl's palms on her nipples, just on the very tips. He held his hands still and let her tits shiver against his rough palms, and she thought her nipples were going to explode. Connie writhed on the washing machine in the stark laundry room. Leaning back on her arms, her naked torso arched, her tits begging for more stimulation, she shuddered in time with the machine drumming under her. She had her pale, smooth thighs stretched so wide the tendons on the insides were pulled tight. Her ass, cut cruelly by the hard edge of the washer, hung precariously over the side. But she was getting every inch of Jerry's cock into her flaming cunt.
And every time he drove into her, his pubic bone slammed against her wildly shaking crotch, and her clit was mashed for a moment between their bones. Each time it happened an explosion of flame shot through her whole body.
Staring down at his cock, Jerry began moving faster. He watched his gleaming, pale shaft slide in and out of Connie's cunt. He moved his hips in a steady, powerful, humping motion. The only point of contact between them was his cock, and, when he was full depth in her their pubic regions. He moved faster and faster.
Connie knew he was going to cum. She edged her ass a fraction of an inch toward the edge of the washer. She had to get an additional fraction of cock into her ravenous cunt. She was cumming too and a wild, quivering orgasm flickered through her body. She felt the cock in her cunt begin to pulse. She felt heavy, thick spurts of cum spatter into her, and clenched her cunt as hard as she could. The wild heaving of the washer under her naked ass made her remember what had happened a few minutes earlier. Her asshole ached, wanted the shuddering stimulation that it had received before. She knew her orgasm wasn't going to come until that opening was satisfied, too. Jerry's prick slowly faded, began to shrink. He withdrew quickly from her seething hole. She jerked as her cunt was left agonizingly empty. "Your turn," Jerry told Carl.
"No!" Connie yelped. "No, wait!"
"Give it to her!" Jerry urged.
"Not-not my-my cunt!" Connie wailed. "Not my cunt! My ass! Put it up my ASS!"
"Jesus!" Carl muttered in astonishment.
"Shit. And I had to go and be first," Jerry grumbled, forgetting Carl had already had one shot at her.
Connie ignored them. She rolled over on top of the washing machine, and stretched out on her belly diagonally across it. Her legs hung down over the corner of the shaking box. She wriggled, and the corner struck her clitoris. She thrashed uncontrollably for a moment. "My ass," she moaned, her cheek against the cold, quivering metal. "My ass, up my ass! Oh God, oh God, oh God!"
As her voice died away, Carl approached her ass. The pale globes of her asscheeks quivered crazily. He spread her cheeks with his hands, exposed her asshole, and set his cock against the puckered target. "Wet your cock in her cunt, first," Jerry suggested. Connie lay on the machine, waiting, aghast at what she was doing. She couldn't believe she was doing such a thing. She told herself she should heave herself up, kick free of her attackers, and flee. Instead, she remained on the washer, and let Carl's huge cock slide into her slippery, dripping cunt. What was usually the final act was only foreplay this time. She felt his heavy cock draw out. Then the slicked-up glans wedged in between her vibrating asscheeks, pressed against the knot of her asshole. Flames of pleasure swept through her body. The pressure on her anal ring increased, until she felt the slippery head of Carl's cock slowly pry her gate open. She felt her asshole being gradually dilated by his rubbery, demanding cock. The pleasure was incredible. The shaking machine was mangling her cit. The pain, when it came, was just another aspect of the pleasure The agony from her asshole being asked to do what it was not designed to do was unique… an ache, an itch, a sting, all wonderful evidence of the vulgar act she was committing.
She fought to admit the bulk driving against her ass. She battled the automatic clenching of her asshole. She felt her anal ring yield reluctantly. Then there was a stretching feeling and she wondered if she was going to tear wide open.
"Yes!" A brutal snapping feeling sent a fireball of excitement through her. Her anal ring had eased into the groove behind Carl's cockhead! She felt his cock sliding smoothly through her rectal sphincter. She felt unbelievable pressure grow and grow and grow in her guts as his cock shoved deeper. It felt like a telephone pole was sliding up into her shaking, shuddering ass and she loved it!
Carl's hard hands gripped her waist. His hips drove up against her ass. He pushed, and her clit squashed against the stabbing corner of the washer. She was sure she was going to die. The washer clacked and the shaking faded, but it didn't matter, because she had that incredible thing stuffed up her shit chute. He was all the way in her, and she loved it. "Tight," Carl grunted. "Jesus, is she ever tight!"
"Well, Connie?" Jerry asked, leaning down, his face close to her lust-twisted features.
"Fuck my ass, Carl," she moaned. "Do it just do it and do it and do it." Carl drew his cock out, then rammed it back into the tight, hot, velvety tunnel of her ass. She felt his prick burn through the strained ring of her asshole, tug it outward, then push it in. She was empty, then brutally full. Her clit was tugged this way, pushed that way against the hard corner of the washing machine. The enameled metal was slick from her copious cuntal secretions.
"God! I'm going to cum!" Carl announced.
"Yes," Connie whispered. "Cum in me. Cum in my ass. Cum in my ass! Ahhhh!"
She was orgasming, or something. She wasn't sure quite what she was doing. It just kept going on and on and on. If there had been any strength left in her muscles, she would have been thrashing. But she was limp. Carl moved faster, slamming hard against her ass. His prick burned through her asshole and along the clutching walls of her shitter. He moved more and more quickly, more and more sharply. And Connie just kept feeling better and better and better.
And then he stopped, and she felt it. She felt the cock up her ass throbbing powerfully, and knew he was unloading his cum into her bowels. Her entire body throbbed in time with his prick. It swelled and shrank like a beating heart as he pumped spurt after spurt after spurt of hot jism into her incredibly aroused body. The room whirled slowly around her, and then faded into blackness as she fainted. She was only vaguely aware of her body driving his exhausted cock out of her ass.
When she finally gathered her scattered faculties, she felt a stinging chill on her asshole, and knew it was all too, too real. She knew she'd never be the same.
Gentle hands helped her down from the washing machine and over to a chair. She slumped and hung her head between her knees. She smelled of sex and her ass hurt.
"Let's go wash up," Jerry suggested. Connie let them help her to the shower and under the warm spray. Then soapy hands were washing the sweat and cum off her. When she was clean, they cuddled her until she was dry. "Damn you," she whispered at last. "Damn you."
"You needed it," Jerry pointed out.
"I know," Connie sighed. "It's either adapt or die. You forced me to adapt. But poor Paul. He's been left so far, far behind." "Jesus Christ!" Carl exploded. "Paul again!" Jerry ignored the outburst. "What makes you so sure Paul is being left behind?" he asked. "How come you think he's not getting just as much of an education away from you, as you are away from him?"
"He promised."
"So did you," Jerry reminded her.
Connie ignored him. She pulled her robe out of the dryer and put it on. It felt warm and soothing.
There was doubt in her mind about Paul now, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She was jealous when she thought of him with another girl. But, on the other hand, she hoped he was keeping pace with her sexual development. One thing she was sure of-she was going to stop trying to be faithful to him. She had failed so many times already it was ludicrous. And now that she knew how great anal sex could be, her will power wouldn't be able to stand up to the memory. She wanted more and more and more. She wondered how much it would take to satisfy her the next time.
Chapter Seven
"God almighty, am I glad it's five o'clock," Van Caning groaned as he adjusted the temperature of the shower.
"I don't know how those brats do it," Paul griped. "Shit, I damn near froze my nuts off out there today. Ahhhhh, man! That hot water feels good. The air must have been sixty degrees. Three times I had to rescue Mrs. Tarbell's three-year-old from the deep water." Van started to lower his trunks, then glanced at the door of the shower room. "Hey, lock the door, will you?"
Paul went across the slippery concrete floor and found the sliding bolt was missing. "Can't. Someone busted it."
Grumbling, Van hauled his trunks back up and covered his thick black pubic patch again. A dark line of hair ran up his hard belly, and spread out on his chest forming an impressive mat of black curls. Picking up a bar of soap, he lathered his broad, powerful shoulders. The water made his hair kink up.
"Aaahhhhhhh," Paul sighed, pulling the front of his trunks out, letting warm water run down over his prick and balls. It wasn't good enough. He'd spent hours shivering in the cold wind whipping in off the golf course. Clouds of steam enveloped the six-by-eight-foot room. He glanced at the door warily.
"Ah, hell, it's safe," he growled, pushing his clammy suit down and off.
"No one's around now."
"Wish Mrs. Shuster or that daughter of hers were around," Van commented as he stripped, revealing a thick, short, dusky cock. "I'd show 'em both what that equipment of theirs is meant for."
Paul smiled. He'd carefully kept his mouth shut about both incidents.
"What makes you think they don't already know?" he asked. Van blew bubbles through the water running down his face. "Mrs. Shuster is always so proper. With her, it's "Mr. Caning this" and "Mr. Caning, that." Once in a while, it's "Van, dear, would you please." She treats me like a hired hand. Tara goes bouncing around, wiggling her ass like a pro, wearing a bikini a size too small, or that tank suit that shows her tits. But you know damn well if you so much as crossed your eyes at her, she'd scream "Mama!' and run. Cock-tease; that's what she is." Paul whirled when he heard the door opening. Tara Shuster slid silently into the room. She was wearing the tank suit Van had mentioned. Her nipples were erect and prominent, and jutted out against the thin layer of nylon. Paul's cock surged up at the sight, and he opened his mouth to say something. Tara put a finger to her lips. He jammed his jaw shut and gritted his teeth.
Van was oblivious to what was happening. He was letting the water pour over his face. His thick cock hung down heavily. It had been mildly stimulated by the water and his talk of the Shusters. Silent as a ghost, Tara went over to the black-haired youth. The water from the shower spattered over her, pasting the suit even more closely to her young, rounded body. The pale round globes of her tits showed vividly. Carefully, she lowered herself to her knees. The water poured down over her face. Moving very slowly, she leaned forward, and then opened her mouth.
With an incredibly wanton delicacy, she took the bulb of Van's prick between her full lips. His cock surged up as her tongue bathed its nerve-packed glans. His head snapped forward out of the shower, sending an explosion of spray across the room. He took an off-balance step backward. "JESUS CHRIST, PAUL! What the FUCK'S gotten into you?" Van exploded. Then he saw Paul across the room from him. Van looked down and saw Tara slurping on his throbbing, erect cock. She eased her head back, and spit his prick out.
"Cock-tease, am I?" she asked, getting lithely to her feet. "I'll show you what a cock-tease I can be." She backed up against the wall. Paul's cock ached. The memory of his experience with Tara and Ginger and Jan was still fresh in his mind. His entire body knotted as Paul watched. He reached down and held his towering hard-on. Tara kept her attention primarily on Van. She eased the straps of her suit down off her shoulders and drew her arms out of them. She was carefully keeping her tits covered by the thin nylon bodice. Crossing her arms, she eased the suit down, down over her soft, warm tits. Her hands caressed her sleek flesh. First she concealed her tits, then revealed them. The suit bunched around her waist. Then she slowly worked it down her hips. Her black cuntal bush appeared, the curly hair sprang up. She let her suit drop around her ankles and stepped out of it. Her sleek legs moved gracefully.
"I d-didn't Van stammered, his voice cracking. "Didn't what?" Tara asked. Her tone would have melted stone. "Didn't think I knew what my body was for? You poor fool." She sounded as old as sin as she stood young and naked in front of the two boys. "I-I didn't mean-uh," Van kept losing track of what he was trying to say. His eyes flickered over Tara's sleek nudity, her firm, rounded tits and their pert nipples, her trim waist and hips, her black cuntal bush. It wasn't thick enough yet to really conceal her pink slit. Tara began to play with herself. She cupped and lifted her tits. She stroked her thumbs across her erect nipples. Her expression was of blatant, aroused lust; her eyes were slitted, her mouth was slack. She was standing with one foot slightly ahead of the other. One thigh partially covered her cunt. Then, slowly, she slid her hands down her trim body. She slid her feet apart on the slick floor, exposed the heart of her cunt. She stroked her pussy with the fingers of both hands, and pressed her upper arms in against the sides of her tits, making the cleavage between them deeper and more inviting.
Paul managed to tear his eyes away from Tara and look at Van. He looked as if he were about to have some kind of seizure. His cock thrust out from his black pubic patch like a telephone pole. The purplish glans was throbbing. Hot water was still splattering down on his powerful shoulders and back. A vein throbbed in his temple. He was clenching and unclenching his fists.
"One move toward me, Van, and I'll scream rape," Tara cautioned him in a deadly tone.
Van restrained himself with a visible effort. One foot jumped forward to balance him. It looked as if someone had given him a shove from behind and he was resisting it.
"You'll get your turn," Tara told him. She was still stroking her cunt and rolling her hips gently, "but you'll have to watch Paul have me first. That way you can be sure I'm not just a tease."
She moved through the swirling mist toward Paul. He reached for her, but she brushed his hands aside. She curled her arms around his neck and pressed her wet, slippery body against his. His cock slid up against her hot belly. Her tits squirmed against his hard chest and her nipples scraped his skin. She clasped her thighs around one of his legs, and stroked her cunt against him.
Paul let her turn them slightly so that Van could get a perfect view of the action. Paul knew this was as much for Van's benefit as his. The knowledge that Van would be watching increased Paul's excitement. He recalled for a moment a porno film he had seen once, and found himself comparing himself with the stud in that movie-a performer, an exhibitionist.
His lips met Tara's nibbling mouth. He braced himself as she twined herself intimately around him, legs and arms gripping him. Her lips nibbled up his cheek and her tongue tickled the curves of his ear. "Lie down on your back," she whispered softly. Her breath puffed hotly into his ear. She held onto him as he awkwardly sat down on the hard floor. As he lay back, she knelt, and straddled him. Her crotch gaped wide above him. He gripped her tits and mangled the soft warm mounds as she reached out and lifted his cock. He looked down, and watched as she nestled the throbbing head of his cock into her black cunt. Then she eased herself down on him, and he felt his cock being sheathed by her searing, slick flesh. Hot streams of water poured down over them, making their skin gleam wetly. Paul knew that Van could see everything. Paul had deliberately stretched out with his hand toward Van so he could see all of Tara's lithe, shapely body, and the steel-hard shaft driving up into her willing cunt. Van had a perfect view of Tara's black pussy crushing down on Paul's wet pubic patch; of Paul with his pale, throbbing cock wedged between Tara's cunt lips. Tam used her fingers to spread her pussy lips, so Van could see her flaming pink inner folds where Paul's cock entered the deep tunnel of her cunt. She tipped her head back, and the hot jets of water beat down on her youthful face. She paused with Paul's cock drilled full depth in her twat. She fingered the glittering pearl of her clitoris, and ripples of pleasure burned along her taut torso.
She began to fuck herself on him. Lifting and dropping, she swung her hips easily with youthful grace. He felt her rippled cunt walls slide past his nerve ends. His cock twisted and tugged at his groin as it stirred in her pussy. He pinched and rolled her tits as she fucked up and down on his throbbing cock. He watched his massive column that was shiny with her juices disappear into her and then reappear. He watched her sleek thighs flex gracefully.
He thought he was going to die because it felt so great. He was horny, and he was close to an orgasm. Desperately, he held back, wanting the fuck to go on for as long as possible.
He looked towards Van, and his friend's expression made Paul's guts knot. "C'mere," Tara hissed, beckoning Van over. She reached for his powerful, hairy thighs, and guided him over Paul so he was straddling him. Paul had a dramatic view of the underside of Van's muscular body-the dark sac of Van's balls and the crack of Van's ass. Most impressive was the throbbing bulk of Van's hard-on. The purple cockhead brushed Tara's lips, and she took it completely into her mouth.
Still fucking herself on Paul, she began to suck Van's cock. She steadied the enormous tower with one hand and moved her head forward and back, taking half of the bulky rod into her mouth each time. Her jaw worked as she sucked on his thick column. With her free hand, she cupped and fondled Van's nuts.
Paul felt his orgasm drawing closer, and wondered if he could time it so it would coincide with Van's. The thought of both of them flooding the insides of Tara at the same time made his insides clench, and his cock throb even harder in her hot, velvety cunt.
Van's hips started moving rapidly. He was fucking his cock in and out of brat's sucking mouth. He was holding her head, forcing her to take more and more of his brutal prick into her face, down her throat. She accepted it without complaint.
It was a tableau of depraved lust-a young girl taking two cocks into her body. Her cunt was tight, almost virginally tight around Paul's cock. He could see her mouth embracing Van's hard-on. Spit was shining all over Van's shaft.
Paul couldn't hold back any longer. He saw Van's balls haul up tight in his groin and saw the cheeks of Van's ass clench. He figured Van was close to pouring his load down Tara's throat and he couldn't hold back the cum any longer, and he fired a heavy burst of jism deeply into Tara's willing cunt. The pleasure of unloading his cum into her was unbelievable. His ass, his hips, his thighs, and even his toes helped fountain creamy waves of cum into her clutching cunt. Unfortunately, Van didn't have a chance to cum. Displaying incredible self-control, and brutal control of Van, the girl pinched his cock to keep him from cumming in her mouth. Paul felt her cunt pulsing around his jetting prick, and knew that she was having an intense orgasm. Even while she was being ravaged by her own pleasure, she had the presence of mind to hold Van back from his peak.
Her display of self-control made Paul's orgasm even more fiery because it was blatant evidence of the girl's sexual experience. When Paul's eruptions faded, Tara got up off him. His draining cock flopped over loosely. Lying on his back with the water battering down on him, Paul watched as the couple above him stepped off over his head. Van stepped back, his balls jiggling between his strong thighs, his prick swaying heavily. A glistening strand of Tara's saliva coldly across Paul's forehead. Then she was moving past him and her cuntal slit was still inflamed from recently being split by Paul's cock. Her tight, firm ass passed over Paul's face and he rolled so he could watch her back Van into a corner.
Van seemed uncertain how to proceed. His arousal was total and absolute, which increased his confusion. Paul knew Van talked a good line when it came to girls, but was compensating for shyness. Faced with a wanton fourteen-year-old girl, he was at a loss how to proceed. Watching Tara with Van was like watching a cat play with a frightened and bewildered mouse.
She appeared vastly older than he was, even though he had her beat by three years. She played with him. She teased him with her body. She rubbed her erect tits up against him. She squirmed her tummy against him. She rubbed her cunt against one of his thighs. Hooking her hands behind his neck, she gazed straight into his sweating face and lewdly milked her belly against him. He towered over her physically, yet he let her humiliate him.
"What's the matter, Van? Don't you know what to do with it?" she asked sweetly. Still keeping her eyes on his face, she reached down and gently caressed his erect cock. "Don't you know what it's supposed to be used for?" Van gulped visibly.
"Don't you know where to put it?" Tara teased. Van remained silent and tense as he was skillfully manipulated by the young girl. Scrabbling against the wall with her toes, she put her hands behind Van's neck again, and climbed him. Then, one arm hooked around his neck, her feet flat against the wall, she pushed her hips away from him. Then she reached down and guided his cock to her cunt. She eased down and in, and drove his cock into her pussy. Van remained backed up against the wall, and let her use him as her private, lewd jungle gym. With her legs folded double and her hands on the back of his neck, Tara paused. She looked like a small monkey humping a tree. "Ever done it standing up?" she asked Van. A push of her feet against the wall drove her ass away from him, and his cock slid into view. "Well, you are now," she pointed out.
"Bitch!" Van said, finding his voice at last. "Filthy bitch!" Tara's face lit up. "Yeah!" she sighed. "Say it again because that's exactly what I am."
"Filthy, fucking bitch."
"Grab my ass," Tara hissed, still bouncing on his cock. Van clutched her tight, straining asscheeks, helping to support her weight as she fucked herself on him. Her thighs and calves flexing, she thrust herself deeply onto his jutting cock.
"Call me names," she ordered. "Call me what I am." "Filthy whore," Van snarled. She seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to change his mood to suit her. "Slut! You lousy cunt!" Every insult made by him only seemed to increase her lust. She squirmed and bounced on his cock. Her body slammed against his and jolted them both with the violence of it.
"Cocksucking whore!" Van said.
"More," she moaned, nearing her orgasm.
"Motherfucking cocksucker," Van obliged. "Motherfucking, cocksucking, shit-eating cunt!"
"Ahhhh," Tara whined, shuddering. Her tits quivered and her entire body throbbed.
"Fuck you bitch!" Van snarled, taking charge now. He pushed her out and pulled her back strongly onto his rock hard dick. His hips drove forward, slammed his cock into her cunt. Their bodies crashed together. "Owwww, yessss, pleeeeeaaaassseee," Tara's voice faded and became a weird, animal type of whining.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Van chanted as he slammed his cock into her. "FUCK!" With his final bellow, he thrust his cock home in her cunt. His hips straining, his leg muscles knotted, he fountained huge globs of jism into her clutching, spasming cunt.
Paul sat on the floor, unmindful of the water streaming down over him. His body was quivering, as he stared at the fucking couple against the wall. Tara was hunched up so far that Paul could see Van's pulsing balls. Paul saw a thick, pearly overflow of cum spill down and drop thickly onto the wet shower floor. Yielding to a sudden impulse, Paul hauled himself to his feet and helped Tara down. Then, as she leaned wearily against the wall, he took a bar of soap and began to lather her shapely body. His hands skidded erotically over the exciting mounds of her soft, firm tits. Tara just stood there in a daze. After a few minutes, Van joined them and together the boys covered her with thick lather. Rivers of soapsuds streamed down over her sleek, wet curves. Their hands skated on her soapy skin. Her nipples, so recently flat and exhausted, began to stiffen and come alive under the slippery caresses.
Paul slithered one hand down over her rounded tummy. He curled his fingers into the soapy forest between her thighs. His hand made a wet, squishing noise as he massaged her warm, yielding cunt lips. He worked his hand back and forth, back and forth in her steaming crotch. She spread her legs to let him fondle her cunt still more intimately. Paul's cock was getting hard again as he massaged her cunt. He felt his pulse pounding, slowly and heavily. His cock swelled and stiffened. His fingers probed up between her asscheeks, slipped along the floor of the crack, feeling her little asshole. Tara shivered when he touched the bud, and spread her legs still farther apart, inviting him to touch her there again.
Paul contented himself with fondling and pressing one soapy finger against the rubbery hole, exploring its dimpled, craterlike contours. He ran his finger in a tight circle around the rim while Tara writhed delightedly. Her palms were pressed back flat against the shower wall and her hips were thrust forward in a blatant invitation for Paul to continue his exploration.
Paul eased his finger into the bud of her asshole, and watched her as her soapy torso writhed and squirmed erotically from his tentative probe. Paul twisted his finger deep into her ass, thrilled with the naked lust that showed on her face.
"What're you doing to her?" Van asked.
Paul didn't answer. Experimentally, he wedged a second finger in beside the first one and Tara bared her teeth as she nodded her head in approval. Paul crammed the second finger into her rubbery ring and then twisted them both around. He felt her asscheeks clenching and unclenching around his hand as he probed the hot, greasy depths of her ass. His cock throbbed at an idea he had previously regarded as unthinkable. "There's one thing," Tara panted, "that I've never done; that I want to do."
"What's that?" Paul asked, his voice harsh.
"A cock up my ass," Tara moaned.
"Jesus!" Van exploded.
Paul's cock ached while he pumped his fingers in her hot, tight hole.
There was room enough.
Tara turned around as he extracted his fingers from her depths. He lathered his hand, washed the fingers he'd had in her. Then he smeared his prick with soap so it would slide into her ass more easily. Tara leaned against the wall and bent over. She had her hands flat against the wall again, and one cheek was resting on the cool surface. Her ass was thrust out invitingly-twin moons of supple flesh with a deep crevice dividing them. Her cunt was visible between the tops of her thighs-a dark nest with a tight slit.
Paul moved in behind her and spread the pale cheeks of her ass, revealing the brown pucker of her asshole. He smeared a thick layer of soap along the already lathered crack of the opening.
Keeping her asscheeks spread with one hand, he aimed the bulging knob of his cock at the tight target and nestled it there. He leaned forward, and the head of his cock squashed against the resisting opening. He had to hold the shaft of his cock to keep it from skidding aside. There was a change in the sensation in his glans, and in the appearance of his cockhead and in the attitude of Tara's slender torso. He felt his cock begin to drill into her tight ass! He saw the head of his cock gradually enter her tight tunnel. The end of his prick was pinched, ringed by her rubbery sphincter. It flexed and squirmed as Tara consciously battled to admit his blunt cock into her shit chute. Her sphincter muscle slid down into the ring behind Paul's cockhead and he knew the hardest part was over. A steady thrust, and he slid the full, huge bulk of his cock deep into her greasy, clutching ass. Something tried to pry open the slit at the tip of his prick as he pushed into her ass. It added a slight stinging pain to the exquisite pleasure of the penetration.
It was hot. It was tight. It wasn't as slippery as her cunt. It felt velvety, and greasy. It tugged the skin of his prick back with its resistance, adding a stretching feeling to all the other sensations. Tara was keeping a soft, high voice as she took his cock up her ass. Her eyes were slitted with pleasure and her jaw was clenched. She was savoring the blistering ecstasy of having her shit chute crammed with a hard cock. Paul powered his prick full depth into the girl's ass. When he jammed up against her cushiony, little butt, he just rested there feeling the skin of his cock trying to get used to this wonderful, new sensation. "How much is in?" Tam asked.
"All of it," Van announced, then choked.
"My God, that's good," Tara whimpered. "Oooooo! My ass loves to be fucked!" She giggled wildly, and Paul felt her ass convulse around his prick. She giggled again, and Paul realized she was on the verge of hysterics.
"Want me to stop?" he asked. The thought of not completing the act tore his guts out.
"NO!" Tara screeched. "No," she added more softly. I'll be all right." She heaved in a ragged breath. Her ribs were quivering. "But hurry, please hurry!"
Paul drew back his cock and powered it back in, and she quivered in the throes of her pleasure. He grabbed her waist and pumped his cock slowly in and out of her velvety, clinging ass. The friction was more excruciating and pleasant than anything he had ever felt before. The tugging, stretching sensation sent his lust boiling upward. He felt his jism simmering in his balls.
"I'm going to cum now," Tara announced. Her voice sounded tightly controlled-as if she were trying not to fly apart. "I'm going to cum very soon. Oh, God!" Her voice cracked.
Paul moved more quickly. He was going to cum on his next stroke, as he saw Tara reach back under her body and plunge her fingers into her soggy cunt. He pistoned into her one last time. His balls began to unload against the powerful back pressure of her body pushing towards his. His jism pumped the tightly clutched length of his cock and burst into her ass. His hips jammed up hard against her asscheeks as he unloaded with slow, heavy pulses, using every muscle he had. He poured his cum into her shitter until there wasn't anything left. His muscles continued to spasm. He was sore with exhaustion.
He didn't withdraw until he felt her asshole trying to shit his limp cock out. Then he slid back and leaned against the wall, and let water run down over his soiled prick.
Tara turned, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down and sat on the floor. Her head lolled to one side. Van stepped across her sprawled legs and he pushed his cock into her face. He lifted her head with one hand in her hair, and rammed his cock into her mouth.
Without any complaint at all, Tara sucked his prick. Only her mouth moved. She let Van push and pull her head. He fucked his cock into her mouth and then out again, brutally unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Tara took it deeply into her mouth. She sucked his cock, bathed it with her tongue, and didn't whimper even when he jammed it clear down her throat. Between her spread thighs, her cunt was a bright-pink slash in the ebony heart of her bush.
Van's balls knotted and he pumped a second load of cum into Tara, but this time down her throat. His cock pulsing heavily, as he poured glob after glob of jism into her mouth. Her throat working, she swallowed every bit of it.
When he was done, he pulled out quickly. A dribble of cum ran down Tara's chin. He turned away from her, picked up his suit, and hauled it on. Without a glance back at either Tara or Paul, Van strode out. He hadn't even bothered to rinse the soap off.
For a long time, Tara didn't move. She just sat there, breathing heavily. Paul pushed away from the wall. He felt absolutely exhausted. He also felt a twinge of concern, wondered whether he and Van had gone too far. He knelt down beside her.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice creaking wearily.
Tara nodded weakly. "Just tired," she groaned. "Help me up." Paul helped her to her feet. For a moment, she clung to him, swaying. Then she tottered over under the shower Van had left on. Propping herself against the wall with one hand, she let the water pour down over her. Still watching her carefully, Paul washed his prick and balls. After a few minutes, she picked up a bar of soap and began lathering her well-fucked body. He noticed she paid careful, tender attention to her asshole. "Where'd you get the idea of taking it up your ass?" he asked cautiously.
Tara grunted. "My mother."
"Your mother?" Tara nodded.
"She told you to do it?" Paul asked, astonished.
"God, no," Tam snorted. "I saw her do it once." That made more sense. "Daddy was away. Daddy's always away," Tara explained. "And Mom was entertaining. She does a lot of entertaining." "Is that so?"
"She thought I was out. Only I wasn't. I got an education. Quite an education."
"I see," Paul said solemnly.
"I've learned a lot from my mother," Tara noted. "Sometimes it makes me feel very old."
Paul ventured his information carefully: "Your mother thinks you're a virgin."
"She would!"
"She doesn't think it's a good thing, though," Paul added.
"She doesn't?" Tara asked, honestly surprised.
"She regrets waiting so long herself."
"Huh! I'll be damned! How do you know all this?" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh-uh-I heard some gossip."
"I'll bet," Tara snorted, then froze. "Wait a minute. I know. You've fucked her yourself, haven't you?"
Paul nodded.
Tara was suddenly angry. "You-you mother fucker!" she spat out viciously.
"You mother fucker!"
"Everybody is somebody's mother," Paul said weakly. "But not my mother!" Tara shrieked. Naked as a jaybird, she roared out of the shower. He heard her bare feet slapping angrily down the corridor as she stormed away. He hoped she didn't meet anyone on her way to her locker. He finished showering, and decided he'd never understand either of the Shuster women. Picking up Tara's suit after pulling his own on, he carried it to her locker. She was already gone. He flipped the limp nylon over the door and went to get dressed.
He was glad he understood Connie, at least. She was his girl, and she liked single, straightforward sex. He would be glad when the summer was over and he was with Connie again.
Chapter Eight
Connie and Carl and Jerry and Donna strolled companionably back from dinner. The setting sun cast a warm yellow glow across the campus. Everything was more deserted than usual since it was Sunday and exams began in two days. Most of the students had gone away for the long weekend. "Nice of your folks to buy us dinner," Jerry said to Carl.
"Expensive," Connie observed, feeling a mild glow from the wine.
"I ate too much," Donna moaned. "I need something to work it off."
"Don't worry," Jerry said lewdly, "I'll work it off you."
"That's not what I meant," Donna retorted. "For once, I didn't mean that!"
"Darn it," Jerry muttered in mock disappointment."
"Hey, I know," Carl broke in. "Let's go to the gymnasium.
"It'll be locked," Connie pointed out. "No one's ever there at this hour."
"I know," Carl acknowledged. "But I bet we could get in." "What if we get caught?" Connie was trying not to be the practical member of the group, but it wasn't easy.
"We won't get caught. There's nobody there to catch us. And if we don't turn on any lights we could stay there all night, if we wanted to. Come on, what do you say? It'll be fun."
"Always have wanted to use one of those climbing ropes," Jerry mused.
"First time I ever came was while using a rope. "You're suffering from a case of cum on the brain," Donna snorted. "I'm game, though. I've always wanted to see what the men's locker room is like."
"Let's go," Carl urged.
Connie trailed along, feeling some misgivings but unwilling to go against the other three. And the nibbling knot of excitement in her cunt felt good. They probed the big building cautiously, circling it, studying it. The doors were all locked tightly. The fire escape exits on the ground floor were featureless slabs of gray metal. They didn't even have handles to get a grip on. The windows all had metal grills on them. "Ah, here we are, Carl announced. "The weak point in their defenses." He rubbed his fingers on his shirt. Then he pulled out his pocket knife, slipped it between the frame and sill of the unprotected ground-level basement window and pried open the lock.
Connie's heart was beating quickly as Carl eased the window open cautiously.
Carl stuck his head in and looked down. Then, turning, he went in feet first, lowered himself slowly, and then dropped out of sight. His face and hands gleamed in the dimness as he stood there. The floor was about six feet below the level of the ground. Donna went next. She squirmed backward, feet first, into the window. Carl reached up to catch her.
"Hey, watch your hands!" she protested. She vanished into the darkness. Jerry peered through the open window and then snorted. "They're busy right now," he reported to Connie. "I'll go first and then catch you. Okay?" "Okay," Connie agreed dubiously. She glanced around.
"Come on," Jerry urged from the depths of the basement. On her stomach, she squirmed feet first backward through the window. She felt the ground scrape her tits through her dress. Jerry's hands closed on her hips and guided her as she wormed her way through the opening. As she began to fall downward, her knit dress slid up and bunched under her arms, baring her all the way to her waist.
"Hey!" she protested as Jerry slipped his hands over her tits and grabbed a quick feel. Lust mingled with the excitement already steaming in her. She pushed his hands away and pulled her dress down. It was a long hand knit, sweater dress that went to her knees. It molded closely but not lewdly to her figure.
"No bra," Jerry observed. "I was wondering about that all through dinner." "If you'd asked me, I could have told you," Carl noted dryly, closing the window. "Come on, this way."
Connie wasn't really upset by Jerry's quick feel. Her reservations about sex had been eliminated by the laundry room episode. Ever since, she had been constantly indulging with either Jerry or Carl, usually Carl. Her own bed had been unslept in for the last month.
They were in some sort of workshop or maintenance room. Carl opened the door and they fumbled down a corridor, stumbled blindly up a flight of stairs. Groping hands touched warm bodies and there were giggles and sighs and whispers. Then a door opened, and gray light poured down on them. They were in the cavernous empty space of the gym. Light came m the windows high on the wide walls, gleamed on the polished floor. "Shoes off," Carl ordered, kicking his loafers off.
"How come?" Donna asked.
"Don't want to mar the floor. Well, there's your climbing rope, Jerry."
"Let's see how you did it," Donna teased.
"No, I don't think so," Jerry said. He eyed the thick rope dubiously. "You really brought yourself off with a rope?" Donna asked, studying the twisted inch and a half thick hemp. There was a large knot at the bottom. "Looks more like something that a girl would use."
"So, why don't you try it?" Jerry asked.
"Don't mind if I do. I used to be quite a tomboy."
"Nothing boyish about you," Carl observed.
"There was then," Donna told him candidly. She jumped up and grasped the ropes. She pulled herself up and then curled her legs around the rope. It twisted and tangled in her short skirt.
She started to climb, pulling herself up with her hands, then gripping the rope with her feet, legs and thighs. The rope pulled tight in her clasping crotch.
"I see-what-you-mean," she grunted. She was ten feet off the floor now and still climbing. "It's grinding-right-into my-pussy!" Connie got hot just thinking about it. The three of them were looking right up Donna's skirt, could see her rounded asscheeks in her lacy panties. The friction with the rope was dragging her skirt up so far in front that her bare thighs were touching the scratchy hemp. "Can't-go-much-farther," Donna grunted, beginning to slip back a bit. "Oh! OH! OOOHHH! GAAAHHH!" Clinging desperately to the swinging rope, Donna quivered in the throes of an orgasm. She began to slide downward, lowering herself hand over hand. The thick, rippled rope pulled through her crotch. Connie felt her body shudder as she thought of having those hard ridges rasping against her own cunt. She felt her panties getting wet and sticky. Donna's feet hit the knot at the bottom of the rope, bounced off, and touched the floor. She fell back against Jerry, and then slid down to the floor. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her legs were kicking wildly. Her red cuntal bush showed through her panties as she writhed on the gym mat. The crotch of her panties, bunched between her pale, rounded thighs, was visibly moist. A dark smudge showed where the rope had dragged against them.
"Wow!" Donna squealed after a moment of recovery. "What a trip! Try it, Connie. The rope really whips your clit to a frenzy!" Connie shook her head. "I'm not strong enough now. I used to do it climbing a tree."
"AH-HA!" Carl exploded. "Your secret is out-you were a tree freak! Didn't you realize it would lead inexorably to a life of sin and degradation?" Giggling, Connie pushed him away, evading his groping hands and lips. "Hey, let's go swimming!" Jerry suggested, heading in the direction of the pool.
It was shadowy and mysterious and humid as a rain forest. The water in the pool was flat and still. When they whispered, their voices echoed back strangely from the tiled walls, the rows of bleachers. The surface of the water looked like a sheet of glass.
"Well, who's going to be first?" Jerry asked. Everyone jumped as his words bounced around the room.
"Me," Connie answered, and then wondered what had made her say that. She was still tingling from watching Donna slide down the long, rough rope. "Yeah!" Jerry agreed loudly, and was immediately hushed by the others. Connie climbed the long ladder to the high diving board. Her dress rode up high on her thighs. Stepping onto the board, she walked slowly to the end. She felt the springy slab bounce under her feet. She felt everyone's eyes on her. Her stomach tightened with excitement. Reaching down, she gripped the hem of her dress and peeled it smoothly up over her head. She was naked except for her panties. Her tits jiggled as she rolled up the dress and threw it down to the deck below. Then she rolled her panties down and off, exposing her cuntal bush, her graceful hips and thighs. Theatrically, she teetered on the end of the board. She pretended the bleachers were packed and that a huge crowd was staring at her. Her panties fluttered down, and landed silently on the deck. Then she bounced, testing the spring of the board-and showing off her naked body. Her tits jumped and bounced, her legs flexed. Cool air touched her cunt. The board drummed loudly, boomed against the rubber fulcrum, then rebounded, bouncing two or three times before her feet slapped down on it again.
She stopped, and waited for the echoes from the board to die away. Finally she could hear her own breathing, and that of the others. All three of them were panting, and she knew it was all because of her. She paced off her approach on the board, and turned to face the water. The platform cut off their view of her. She realized that she wasn't going to be able to see the surface of the totally still water, so decided on the simplest possible dive.
Taking a deep breath, she took three quick steps, then came down with both feet and let the board catapult her off into the darkness. She spread her arms, and did the best swan dive of her life. Her body arched perfectly. She arrowed into the still pool breaking the calm with a neat splash. It had been like flying. She had felt the air sweep over her. She had seen eyes glittering as they followed her flight, the pale grace of her naked body. Her blonde hair streamed back from her head. She was enveloped in cool water. Brisk currents tugged her tits as she arrowed down to the bottom of the pool. She planted her feet firmly on the bottom, and then shot to the surface.
Instantly, she was surrounded, engulfed by naked bodies. She could feel Donna's soft, lush tits, and Jerry and Carl's hard hairy thighs tangling with hers. The four of them submerged in a jumble of naked arms and legs. Connie's lust blazed upward like a rocket.
A few minutes later, she was on the deck, her legs spread wide, feeling Carl's great cock jam deep into her ravenous cunt. She rolled her head on the unyielding tiles, heard her passionate sighs echo back from the dark ceiling. It was a mad scene, straight out of a Roman orgy, fucking by the dark, still pool. Then there was sloshing from Donna and Jerry as they fucked in the shallow end of the pool. The water churned around their working bodies.
Connie was being crushed into the hard deck. Her ribs ached from the weight on her. Her tits were flattened, and the soft globes of her ass were being bruised by the cold tiles. And it was all wonderful. She strained, reached Carl's working ass, and heaved him into her cunt very hard. She pried between his asscheeks and jabbed her finger at his asshole. She felt his cock get still harder inside her, then ram into her cunt even more brutally. She twisted her finger in the hard knot of his asshole, and felt him reaching for her own rear opening. The feeling of a finger drilling into her ass was almost as good as the feeling of a cock there had been. But what was really good was the feeling of having two things jammed into her body at once, a cock in her cunt, a finger in her ass.
Pushing her own finger farther into Carl's asshole, she ground her other fingers against the hard ridge between his asshole and his balls. From the way he was working his cock in her hot cunt, the stimulation really did something to him. His pubic arch ground against hers. Her clitoris was being pulverized between living millstones.
With her finger, she felt something happening inside Carl. He increased the power of his thrusts into her cunt, making it hard for her to hold on. She clutched him desperately as she took his brutal drives, loving the feel of him crashing into her straining crotch. She kept her finger jammed up his asshole. She felt him force a second finger into her shit chute. He stretched the rubbery ring, put pressure on his cock through the thin wail of flesh that separated her two channels. She felt him cumming-with her finger! She felt his prostate throb and pump, squirm under her finger like a tiny, trapped animal. She felt his cock pulse in her mint. She felt thick, creamy spurts of jism erupt from his prostate, then jet into her cunt split seconds later. She stroked the pulsing cock inside his body as she came. Her cunt spasmed around his spurting prick. Then her rectal muscles joined the wild convulsions. It was a wild, flaming orgasm for the two of them. Their panting and moaning echoed back at them from the walls and ceiling of the big room. The slapping of the water in the pool's gutter added a wild, syncopated rhythm to their chorus of lust.
Then the only sound was four people panting heavily, and the slosh of the water. Connie withdrew her greasy finger from Carl's ass, felt him pull his fingers out of hers. It felt good to have them out, but she missed them, too. His prick was still inside her cunt. It was less than half its former size.
She heaved, and rolled them over. They tumbled into the pool. They separated, and let the water cool their overheated bodies. After floating around awhile, Connie paddled over to the side and hoisted herself out. She sat with her feet dangling in the water. Jerry came over and joined her. She reflected on how she had changed in the last month. The sight of a naked boy wasn't a shock any longer, was barely a source of wonder. She'd glance down to see if his cock was hard and leave it at that. She liked the feel of Jerry's warmth beside her and leaned against him. His arm went around her. She loved the feel of his skin against hers. "All right, you two, break it up," Carl growled, steadying himself by swimming in between Connie's legs and hooking his arms over her thighs. "Yeah, break it up," Donna echoed, holding onto Jerry's legs. Connie swung one foot and gently wiggled her toes against Carl's cock and balls. "What's the matter? Jealous?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Carl asked. "You look good enough to eat."
"So, nobody's stopping you," Jerry pointed out. Connie eased her ass to the edge of the pool. When Carl pried her pussy lips open, she felt chilly air strike deep into her wet folds. She looked down as his head neared her crotch and watched his mouth close on her cunt. His tongue probed deep into her humid gash. She let her head drop back as lust washed over her, engulfing her.
Then she lifted her head and glanced over at Jerry. Donna was licking his expanding cock with long, slow sweeps of her tongue. The sight sent Connie's excitement boiling still higher. Leaning against Jerry, she felt Carl's tongue bore deep into her slippery mint, and watched Jerry get his cock tongue-washed. The cool water, the warmth of Carl around her legs, and the delightful feel of Jerry's body beside hers, all increased her boiling passion.
Turning her head, she glued her lips to Jerry's in a tongue-sucking kiss. One of his hands came up, and cupped and massaged one aching tit just as Carl swept his tongue up and rasped it over her clitoris. Connie writhed, breaking the kiss. Donna was still sucking diligently on Jerry's rigid cock.
Connie tore her mouth from Jerry's so she could watch Donna take half of his meaty prick into her mouth. Her cheeks drew in. Her hair hung in wet strands around her face, curled across Jerry's thighs with serpentine grace. She had her elbows hooked over his thighs. Her palms were steadying his cock, her fingers were fondling his balls. Jerry's stomach was wrinkled because of his slouched position. But the muscles there still flexed visibly. His hips shifted and rolled in a squirming, fucking motion. He was still fondling Connie's tits. He was also watching his cock being sucked, and Connie's cunt being eaten. Connie wriggled against Jerry, screwed her hips gently as she rose toward her peak. Her rise was slow, and was all the more pleasant because of it. The anticipation building steadily in her quivering cunt made her heart race. She feasted her eyes on the sight of Jerry's cock being eaten. She loved watching it almost as much as she loved doing it. "Nice," Jerry grunted. "How close are you?"
"Close. But not too close," Connie answered.
"Want to try to make it at the same time?" he asked hoarsely. "Okay," Connie agreed tensely. It meant that she would have to concentrate of her own state of arousal, and keep Jerry posted on her progress. At the same time, he'd have to tell her how close he was getting. Just thinking about it lifted Connie a notch closer. She told Jerry in a tight voice.
"I'm close, too," Jerry said.
"Yeah," Connie panted. "Ahh, God, that's good!"
"Yeah!"
Carl and Donna said nothing, just concentrated on bringing their partners off with their mouths.
Carl found Connie's clit and sucked on it hard, then mangled the squirmy button with his tongue. Donna, her lips around just the head of Jerry's cock, scrubbed the nerve-trigger on the underside with her tongue. "God!" Jerry punted. "I can feel the stuff seeping into her mouth-not cum, the other stuff."
"I'm flooding Carl," Connie announced. "He's sucking my clit. It feels like it's going to come out by the roots. Now he's tonguing my clit. Ahh; I'm almost there!"
"Me, too!" Jerry snorted. His hand worked Connie's tits over brutally as his excitement soared.
Carl and Donna increased their efforts. Donna scratched the base of Jerry's cock with one finger. Carl probed a finger deep into Connie's streaming cunt, and pumped it in and out.
"Almost!" Connie gasped.
"Almost!" Jerry panted, his hips working.
"Closer!" Connie said sharply. Her feet began thrashing in the water.
"Closer!" Jerry echoed. "Closer!"
"Closer!"
"I'm cumming!" Connie cried.
"Cumming!"
"CUMMING!" they chorused. Jerry's cock pumped and spurted, jetting thick, creamy wads of cum into Donna's sucking, swallowing mouth. Connie poured wave after wave of juice all over Carl's mouth and chin. Their cummings faded as quickly as they had arrived, and Connie and Jerry slumped backward on the hard deck. Their chests heaved as they caught their breath. They looked wearily at each other, and grinned. "Crazy!" Jerry said.
"Would you look at those two," Carl griped. He was sitting beside Connie.
"They get it off in fine style, and we're left hanging and horny!" "So, do each other," Connie suggested logically; "Oh, sure," Donna answered. "You get all the wild stuff. Carl and me, we just plod along." "What should we do with them?" Connie asked Jerry. "We could always just shove them in the pool." "Don't you dare," Donna said sharply. "Or we could help these poor, unimaginative dolts out somehow."
"Yeah, but how?" Connie asked. "I'm pooped."
"I couldn't get it up again if I had to," Jerry noted. "So, we will have to use our ingenuity. Maybe a change of scenery would suggest something." The four of them got to their feet. "What about our clothes?" Connie asked. "Better bring 'em along," Carl answered. "Never know when we might need 'em for a quick exit."
"I'm more interested in a quick entry," Donna punned. Connie had a gut-tightening idea. She knew she shouldn't suggest it, but-she had to. "Have you ever had it up your ass?" she whispered to Donna. "What?"
Connie glanced at Carl and Jerry who were leading the way. They hadn't heard Donna exclamation of surprise. "Have you ever had a cock up your ass?" Connie whispered hoarsely. "Just think about it for a minute-a huge, hot, heavy cock prying its way up into your ass." Donna hissed in the darkness, and Connie knew the idea was getting to her.
"First it just touches you, and then it pushes in, and you feel pressure. Then you try to let it in, because it feels so good. It pries into you, and you feel yourself being stretched open. Then it's pushing into you like a great big log, stuffing you and burning through your asshole."
"Enough," Donna moaned. "You've done it?" "I've done it." Connie was pleased that she had done something the older girl never had. "You'll help?" Donna asked nervously.
"I'll help, Connie said, feeling grown up and mature.
"What's in there?" Carl asked.
"Training room," Jerry answered, peering in the door. "Just what we need," Connie said, and went in. It was windowless, so she flipped on the lights. The harsh florescent fixtures flickered to life. They all blinked against the glare. The room was dominated by a massive training table, all glittering chrome and black leather. The walls were white tile; the floor a dull black rubber. A glass-fronted cabinet held masses of bottle and there was a big stainless-steel whirlpool bath in one corner.
"Need for what?" Carl asked.
"Jerry is going to give it to Donna up the rear," Connie announced cheerily.
"I am?" Jerry asked, startled.
They all looked at Donna. She gulped, and nodded. Her nipples were already rigid. Obviously just the thought was enough to stimulate her. Connie took charge. "Adjust the table so when she bends over it she'll be at the right height for Jerry." She went over to the cabinet. Opening the doom wide, she surveyed the line-up of ointments and lotions. She found what she wanted, and returned to the table.
Making sure Donna was watching, Connie carefully oiled Jerry's cock. It was already hard with excitement. Connie's slow, warm stroking had it throbbing and fully swollen in seconds. It gleamed in the harsh light. The slit at the tip seemed to be smiling. "It's too big," Donna whispered.
"No it isn't," Connie told her. "Bend over the table. Carl, take her hands and hold her."
Donna shook her head, but let Carl guide her over. She leaned forward, her tits swaying heavily. They touched the leather surface, then spread out under her as she lay forward. Carl held her arms stretched straight out in front of her along the table. She turned her head, and rested her cheek on the table. She was sweating. Her nude body formed a sleek, pale contrast to the harsh black leather. Her shoulder blades shifted restlessly. Connie guided Jerry over behind Donna, and studied the situation, then cranked the table a few inches lower. She eased Donna's feet apart. Then she took some oil on her fingers and spread it all along the crack of Donna's ass, greased the soft round globes of Donna's lush asscheeks. Connie loved the warm, satin feel of her friend's skin. Then she oiled the brown pucker of Donna asshole. The muscles in Donna's thighs flexed nervously. Spreading Donna cheeks with the fingers of one hand, Connie carefully oiled Donna hole until it gleamed with lubricant. Then, while Jerry watched, Connie slipped one oily finger into Donna's tight, hot asshole.
Jerry's cock throbbed and jumped as he watched Connie's finger probing Donna's ass. Connie could see him out of the corner of her eye. Her own lust was boiling from probing Donna's ass. The sheer lewdness of what she was doing tantalized her. She had changed one hell of a lot in the last weeks. Reluctantly, she withdrew her finger from Donna's tight ass and guided Jerry's cock, she guided the head to the gleaming brown eye and settled it against the wrinkled dimple.
Jerry pushed forward. His cock began to power its way slowly into Donna's ass. The glans was pinched and molded by the tight ring, then squeezed in as her sphincter stretched. Then it eased into the groove behind the head of Jerry's cock. Donna lurched and moaned.
"After you get all the way into her, stay real still until I give you the word," Connie whispered to Jerry.
Jerry looked startled, but nodded his agreement. He was staring down at where his pale cock parted Donna a well-rounded asscheeks. He leaned into the task, and the shaft of his cock began to slide out of sight. The skin wrinkled from the friction, in spite of all the oil Connie had used on him. Connie watched as Jerry thrust the last bit of his prick home in Donna's ass. Then, both reluctantly and eagerly, Connie tore herself away and went to the other end of the table. She greased Carl's throbbing hard-on, then handed him the oil.
She took Donna's wrists and leaned forward on the table. The cool leather mashed Connie's tits. Donna's eyes flickered open, then widened with surprise at the sight of Connie's features so close to her. "Carl's going to do the same thing to me," Connie explained.
"Ooh, it's so good," Donna moaned.
Connie sucked in a deep breath as Carl greased up her ass. She felt him drive a finger into her asshole, which made her hunger for the full bulk of his cock. She tightened her grip on Donna's arms when she felt Carl's cock nuzzle her butt, wedge her cheeks open.
Carl began to push, and Connie thought the pleasure was going to drive her nuts. She clung to Donna desperately, felt Donna's nails cutting into her forearms. She felt her ass stretch until it stung. Then she felt his shaft sliding through the tortured muscle, powering into her ass, pistoning deep into her guts. Finally Carl's hips jammed up against her asscheeks. The two girls were lying on opposite ends of the table, their pale, naked bodies shining under the harsh florescent light. Behind each naked girl was a naked man, each with his cock rammed full depth in the hot, greasy asshole in front of him.
Connie nodded sharply. "Go!" she ordered Carl and Jerry. She felt Carl drag his cock out of her ass, then slam it back in. Connie watched Donna s face flush with pleasure as Jerry did the same to her. Moving her head a few inches, Connie pressed her mouth to Donna's, and they kissed as they were ass-fucked. Tongues twining and tasting in a sweet kiss, they savored their sodomizing.
Blindly, Connie and Donna stroked and petted each other's soft flesh as they took hard cocks up their asses. Connie was roaring along at an unbelievable pitch. Her cunt was spasming insanely, looking for something to fill it, too.
God, now that was a thought. What if she took two men at once? What if she took two stiff cocks into her, one in her ass, one in her cunt. The idea made her feel a twinge of dissatisfaction with the current situation-being ass-fucked while kissing and fondling another girl. But the dissatisfaction wasn't great enough to quench the searing lust, the flushing orgasm that was approaching.
"Going to cum," she muttered into Donna's mouth. She felt Donna mumble something in reply, and figured Donna was about to cum, too. Connie began to orgasm, while Carl tirelessly pumped his cock in her burning ass. Her orgasm flared through her. She writhed and squirmed on the table, still clutching Donna's lush body, kissing Donna's sucking, hungry mouth. From the way Donna was twisting and wriggling, the red-haired girl was cumming just as violently as Connie was.
"Going to cum," Jerry announced hoarsely.
"Yeah," Donna whispered, "yeah, cum in my ass, cum in my ass!" Connie didn't need any announcement from Carl. The way he was slamming his prick into her ass was evidence enough. Her orgasm lifted still higher as she felt Jerry's jolting drives against Donna stop. She knew he was hosing Donna's guts with jism. Carl slammed deep into Connie, and she felt her asshole tighten around his pulsing, pumping cock. She knew he was giving her an enema of thick, hot cum.
Then Carl fell onto her, and she began to shit out his rapidly shriveling cock. Donna was whimpering quietly as her ass got rid of its brutal invader. The four of them lay panting on the training table for a long time, and then finally began untangling themselves. Carl figured out the controls to the whirlpool bath and the four of them jumped in and let the swirling water clean their sated bodies.
"We'd better get out of here," Carl said at last. "I'm beat. Leave everything exactly the way it was."
The only thing they couldn't clean up was the spattering of cum on the floor. They left the pale splotches drying there, and hoped they would be gone by morning. Carl shut off the lights and closed the door. Wearily, they made their way through the building to the window where they had entered.
Connie was thinking about the idea that had come to her on the training table. Jerry boosted her through the window. How was she going to get two men to fuck her at the same time?
It would have to be soon. The term was coming to an end. What was she going to do about Paul? He was so inexperienced.
Chapter Nine
Connie was trembling. She knew it was going to be tonight, or not at all. It was her last opportunity to take on two guys at once. It was the end of the summer session party-orgy, rather down by the lake. Tomorrow she'd be on her way home, then, after a week, back for the regular fall session. So, it was now or never. When Connie arrived at the lake it looked like a normal gathering of students. But, by the time the sun went down, it would be something else...
Connie studied the people, picked out the ones she knew. Carl and Jerry, the organizers, were already there. The girls were outnumbered by the boys, which fell right in with her plans. More cocks than cunts was just what she needed.
Her rosy nipples throbbed with excitement, pushed against the short cotton shift she was wearing. Under it she had on only the matching panties. The warm path felt good under her bare feet.
Two huge galvanized tubs were packed with beer and ice. Next to them a radio blared brain-rattling rock music through huge speakers. Flickering, aromatic torches ringed the grassy area. Connie hoped the fumes would keep the mosquitoes away.
It was a pagan scene. Connie watched the dancing as her belly knotted with tension.
"When does the action begin?" she asked Jerry at last. He shrugged. "Oh, any time. It depends on when someone decides to get it started."
"Get it started? How?" Connie probed nervously Carl shrugged. "Oh, usually someone strips and then makes it right out in the open."
"Some girl, you mean," Connie corrected.
"Usually," Jerry acknowledged.
Connie finished her beer and made a face at the unfamiliar taste. She had wanted something else to drink, but that was all there was. She walked over to a trash barrel and dropped the empty can in. Then, feeling so excited she was afraid she might piss her pants she turned, headed for the center of the crowd.
Then, thinking better of it, she went into the woods for a moment. When she emerged, the urge to piss had been satisfied. She headed for the center of the clearing, dragging Carl and Jerry along behind her. They followed, willing but puzzled.
Once in the center of things, she turned to face them, and began to dance. Her slender young body moved sensuously and gracefully with the pounding beat. Her movements were a startling, dramatic contrast to the spastic, frenzied gyrations everyone else was doing. Everyone in the vicinity stopped dancing in order to watch her. The trend shifted swiftly from dancing to watching, and Connie found herself the center of a circle of spectators.
Her lust blazed higher as she concentrated on her audience. Crossing her arms in front of herself, she began to inch the hem of her shift higher and higher. She exposed her panties, bared her waist, lifted the dress until it was just below her tits.
Then, with a sudden, graceful movement, she stripped the shift up over her head and threw it aside. She was down to just her panties now. Her tits quivered and jiggled as she danced and moved. She looked at Carl and Jerry. They each had huge bulges in their pants. "Your shirts," she said softly.
Their struggle to obey her was almost comical. She had a heady feeling of power over them as they ripped their shirts off. She drew Carl and Jerry into the circle and danced a figure-eight pattern around the two of them, let her warm skin brush theirs, stroked their torsos with her fingers. She paused in front of each one, arched her back, thrust out her quivering, pale tits. They held back, realizing she wanted to tease them for as long as possible.
God, how she had changed in the last month!
And how she loved being the absolute center of attention! The eyes focused on her made her burn inside. Her panties were tight and restricting, pulled up against her sensitive crotch. She had to get rid of them. Standing in front of Carl and Jerry, her hips moving gently to the beat of the music, she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and began to ease them downward very slowly. She felt the evening air touch more and more of her tummy. She felt the edge of the panties tug down over her butt and expose the cleavage between her asscheeks. She felt the first of her pussy hair springing free.
The rise of her cuntal mound was exposed. Her strawberry-blonde hair stirred in the soft breeze.
She kept her thighs scissored, pressed tightly together, trapping her panties between the graceful roundness of her legs. She stood very straight and graceful with her hands at her sides. She felt the cool breeze touch her sex-tense tits. She felt all eyes on her. She moved one leg an inch, let the panties slide smoothly down, then stepped out of them. She moved slowly around Jerry and Carl. She felt all eyes following her moves. She flicked their belts open as she passed. Then she knelt in front of Carl and pulled his pants down, and exposed his towering hard-on. With the mob watching, she slowly enveloped his enormous cock with her mouth.
Leaving Carl's prick shining with saliva, she turned to Jerry and repeated the move, stripping his trousers and shorts down around his ankles, and then sucking his cock briefly. She stood up and moved between them. She offered them her naked body. Their hands pinched and stroked and fondled her intimately. Her tits ached from the attention, her cunt seeped hotly with desire. She let her eyes close and savored the searing waves of lust that were boiling through her. She felt herself being lifted, carried. She opened her eyes to find that Jerry and Carl were handing her over to the crowd!
She was rolled and tumbled by the mob, passed from hand to hand. She was being touched all over. Her back, her ass, her legs, her neck, her thighs, her cunt, her belly, her arms-every inch of her was fondled and touched and pressed and stroked as she was passed around. The light from the torches shined over her pale flesh. There were dozens of hands on her all the time; men's hands and women's hands touching her everywhere. As she was passed along, the crowd began to strip and scatter clothes across the grass. And still Connie flew along on a carpet of lifting, touching hands. She was rolled over and over and over. She willed, herself to remain completely limp. Her tits felt bruised as hands pulled up against them. Her pussy was probed over and over again, whether accidentally or deliberately she wasn't sure, and didn't care. Her ass crack was violated, her legs spread wide to let air and eyes bore into her, probe her cunt and asshole.
Then there were just two pairs of hands on her, and she was lowered to the soft grass. She sprawled there limply. She felt a weight ease down on her, and a cock plunge deep into her over stimulated cunt. Her body reacted with a powerful, urgent heave, began to fuck whoever it was on top of her. Welcoming the drives of the cock, she opened her eyes and saw Carl standing over her. His prick drooled as Jerry pounded his prick into her juicy cunt.
She thought briefly of rolling both her and Jerry over, and presenting Carl with her willing ass, but it was already too late. She was orgasming, and even more important, so was Jerry. She felt him pouring his load of cum deep into her spasming cunt. She curled her graceful legs around him, trapping him deep in her ravenous hole, then milked his balls dry. Jerry heaved himself free. She welcomed Carl, spread her thighs wide to expose the shining petals of her cunt. Carl's cock jammed into her with a soft squish, and she was full of cock again, and her clit was being crushed, and it felt wonderful. She turned her body loose as Carl slammed his prick deeply inside of her. She had the feeling that they were being watched by the crowd. It made her feel even better. She loved the idea of being so incredibly desired. She loved the feel of cock slamming into her, a body crushing her into the ground, hairy thighs rubbing her smooth ones. She twined her legs around Carl's, urged him deeper into her hungry cunt. He came as quickly as Jerry had. Stimulated by her stripping, her fondling, and her fuck with Jerry, Carl poured thick wads of jism into her convulsing cunt after only a minute or two.
Then he pulled away, leaving her momentarily, agonizingly empty. But another cock replaced his, displaced his cum, filled her cunt. She didn't know who it was and didn't care. All she wanted was fucking-endless, ecstatic fucking. The cock pistoned in her drenched cunt, and she felt hot, sticky waves of excess jism dripping slowly down her ass. Her hips heaved and rolled as she welcomed the heavy thrusts. She wrapped her arms around whoever was fucking her, and abandoned herself to yet another orgasm. She felt a third load of male cum being pumped into her cunt, felt the overflow pulse out thickly. She loved it. Her orgasm soared higher. She was barely aware of what was happening.
Her life became an endless succession of cocks. Body after body came down on hers, cock after cock pistoned in her pulsing cunt. Her ribs were crushed again and again as cock after cock poured huge, steaming loads of jism into her glutted pussy. Her ass became a river of cum, her pubic bush a gooey paste of hair and jism.
Slowly, finally, she roused to the sad fact that she was empty. She was lying on her back, her legs spread out like a frog's. She didn't have a man on top of her, or a cock pumping in her cunt. Cum was drying on her thighs, her cunt, and her ass. She stared up into the sunset-tinted dome of sky. She rolled over and looked around warily. Carl and Jerry were sitting nearby, sipping beer. Three, no, four other boys were scattered around her, God, it had felt like a million of them had fucked her, but counting Carl and Jerry, it had only been six. Distressingly, she was still horny. When she sat up, a wave of cum poured out of her cunt. But she was still horny. She was grateful that the evening was yet young. She was sure now of getting what she wanted, maybe even more. Now that the men initial lust had been slaked, they would have more staying power.
She crawled over to Carl and Jerry. She felt her tits swaying heavily as she went. Her ass felt chilly because of all the cum drying on it. Taking Jerry's beer from him, she washed the dryness out of her mouth. "Well, you got things off to a fine start," he observed wryly. Connie turned and surveyed the crowd. Every conceivable sexual variation was being tried. Well, not quite. Connie didn't see any girl taking cocks in both her cunt and her ass. Ten feet from them a girl was astride a boy, leaning forward, her hands on his shoulders. Her ass rose and fell steadily, with a slight twisting motion. His cock, shining with her secretions, twisted and pulled this way and that as she bounced on it. Then she lowered herself and lay on him, and worked her ass in a circular pattern.
Connie felt her lust rising as she watched. When the boy reached for the girl's ass, and pried his fingers between her full asscheeks, Connie's lust boiled still higher. She knew, now, the position needed to get two cocks in her at the same time.
"Where's Donna?" she asked.
Jerry waved vaguely. "Over there, somewhere, balling someone."
"She mad at you or something?" Connie asked.
"She's not too happy with me since the other night in the gym. She's come to the conclusion she doesn't like it up the ass and I remind her of it." "She liked it well enough at the time," Connie pointed out. "Yeah, well, she sure doesn't like the idea now," Jerry replied. "And I remind her of it just by being around. You, too because you suggested it." "How was I to know she wouldn't like it? I like it!" Connie exclaimed.
"Different strokes for different folks," Carl observed. The talk was getting too heavy. "Are we going to sit here all night, or are we going to fuck me some more?" Connie demanded. "You're kind of anxious," Carl observed mildly. "Relax, you're young yet." "Yeah," Connie agreed, "but tomorrow I've got to go back to that dumb Paul."
"'Dumb Paul'?" Would you listen to her now?" Jerry snorted. "Well, he is dumb, and he won't know how to satisfy me the way you guys do," Connie complained.
"You'll have a wonderful time teaching him, in that case," Carl replied. "I won't dare try," Connie protested. "First of all, if I do, he'll wonder where I learned it. And second of all, I don't dare, because he might blab it around home, and that would really mess things up. My parents would kill me if they found out."
Nobody said anything. She glared at them in frustration. Then, literally taking things into her own hands, she reached out and began fondling their pricks. She had the feeling they were teasing her with their pretended lack of interest.
The limp, rubbery-feeling cocks didn't respond to her touch. She squeezed them both with a milking motion. No reaction at all. She was sitting between Carl and Jerry. She looked from one to the other, and then gently stroked the sensitive undersides of their pricks. Carl's cock began to respond, began swelling gradually. Jerry's cock remained resolutely flaccid. She curled her fingers around Carl's cock, stroked its dorsal surface, let it slowly pry her fingers open. It pulsed, slowly and steadily getting bigger and harder. It warmed as it grew. Jerry's prick remained unresponsive. No matter how she squeezed, tickled and stimulated the stubby cylinder, it stayed soft and limp. Even gently scratching it with her fingernails brought no reaction.
"Maybe if you sucked it," Jerry suggested Connie debated trying that. She wasn't unwilling to do it, but didn't want to lose the ground she had already gained with Carl's cock. But, to do what she wanted so desperately to do, she had to have two fully erect cocks.
Letting go of Carl's prick for a moment, she turned and brought her mouth down on Jerry's soft cock. She slurped up the warm, soft mass and began bathing it with her tongue. She reached over and curled her fingers around Carl's hard-on, relieved to find it had not faded. Pumping gently, she began bringing Jerry's cock to life with her tongue. She tasted her own juices and his cum.
Jerry's cock began to grow and expand, began thrusting toward the back of her mouth. She sucked, drawing blood into it. She rubbed the underside with her tongue and felt blood gush into his chambers. Soon, she thought, soon she would do it. She'd move up when Jerry was ready and spike herself on his cock and then Carl would drive his up into her ass. Very soon now! Paul searched his way down the path in the near darkness. He had driven up with the idea of spending the night somewhere with Connie and then driving her home. But, when he'd gotten to the dorm, she wasn't there. A girl in the room next to hers had told him where to find Connie. Now, guided by the flickering light from the distant torches, he felt his way through the dark woods.
He stopped, stunned by the sight in front of him. The grass was almost black, and on it writhed what looked like hundreds of naked people. People were fucking everywhere. Girls with their thighs spread, guys sticking their cocks into eager cunts. Mouths sucked on pricks and cunts, hands probed openings and stroked meaty shafts. Paul felt his own cock rising with single-minded determination.
He was certain Connie couldn't possibly be here. A dramatically built red-headed girl suddenly appeared in front of him. She was naked with full tits, flaring hips, dark red patch of hair on her cunt. Paul gulped. "Hi there! Where have you been?" she asked huskily. "I'm-looking for someone," Paul stuttered, fighting off the urge to run his hands over all that gorgeous bare flesh.
"Look away," the girl invited, "while I do something about your clothes."
She quickly stripped Paul of his clothing.
Connie was sucking Jerry's cock back to a full erection. Releasing Carl's cock, she held Jerry's with one hand and fondled his roly-poly balls with the other. The hot, hard length of his prick slid the length of her tongue and burrowed into the back of her throat. Her throat knotted from the hot pressure. She pulled her head up, but as she did, Jerry's hands tangled in her blonde curls and gained rigid, painful control of her. He forced her face down on his prick, hard. She took it, since he gave her no choice. Somebody touched her legs, startling her. She couldn't turn to see who it was, because Jerry had her immobilized. His prick was down her throat. She squirmed, her tongue working and drawing on his towering cock. Someone was spreading her legs apart so they could move up between them. "Suck it!" Jerry said harshly.
Connie sucked it. It was fully erect now. The tower of meat spread her jaws wide and bruised her throat as he jammed her down on it. She handled his balls as his hands directed her head. Her determination to have what she wanted was fading in the face of the searing enjoyment of sucking cock. She liked it! She liked sucking cock. There'd be other pricks to stuff in her cunt, later. Right now, there was this great towering hard-on to suck creamy jism from.
Her blonde hair stroked his thighs as she pumped and worked her head up and down, up and down. She stroked the area between his asshole and his balls, then tickled the nubbin of his asshole with her fingernail. She tasted his hot seepings way in the back of her throat. Something rubbery and hot nuzzled between her asscheeks, and she liked that, too. It bumped over her asshole. She began quivering. That was the spot. Why didn't they just burrow into her ass, spread her rectal ring, and drive deep into her guts? It slid on down, and plowed into the seething wet furrow of her cunt. Then it rammed slowly into her streaming pussy, glutting her hole with its bulk.
That was the wrong place, but God, did it feel good! Her so recently battered cunt accepted the towering bulk eagerly, responded with a flood of juice.
She had two cocks in her. She was doing it, in a way. She did have two cocks in her. One was in her mouth, and one was in her cunt. It wasn't what she had planned, but it felt good. Now she had to bring them both off, had to bring them both to spurting eruptions, so they would jet thick cum into her sucking, working, swallowing throat and convulsing, milking cunt.
Later she'd get cocks in her ass and cunt at the same time-later. Because, soon these two cocks were going to cum. Jerry wasn't going to let her shift his prick from her mouth to her cunt, and Carl-if it was Carl-wasn't going to shift his prick from her cunt to her ass, so she might as well enjoy this dual penetration while she could.
She loved it. She came as she thought of what it must look like-her slender form between two towering cocks. The one in her cunt pumped in and out, in and out. She bobbed her head on the one in her mouth, up and down, up and down. She willed them to cum, to cum and to fill her with their spurtings, their thick, creamy jism.
The balls in her hand knotted up tight against Jerry's groin and she felt his asshole twitch, his asscheeks clench. The first wad of cum spattered the back of her throat and poured into her knotting stomach. She felt the cock in her cunt slam hard into her. Carl's hips jammed up against her asscheeks, and one more thick load of cum was injected into her willing cunt. She emptied the two fountaining cocks with the skill she had gained in the last months, milked as much cum as she could with her mouth and her hot pussy.
She felt too hot pools form in her body. She shuddered in the throes of an orgasm. She loved it, loved it, loved it!
Paul was pouring thick cum into Donna's eagerly working mouth. She had bared his cock and fallen to her knees in front of him. Her hot mouth had skillfully engulfed his aching cock, and a week of baffled-up passion had burst forth, holding him riveted to the spot. He had gripped the sides of her head and guided her moves.
He came quickly, spurting hot jism down her swallowing throat. The feel of her tongue working when she swallowed kept his climax going a long time. Finally, his balls were empty, and cramped from their exertion. Then she fell back away from him, her chin shining with spit and cum. She licked her lips like a cat finishing a bowl of cream. "There, now we've been introduced properly, what's your name?"
"Paul."
"I'm Donna," she told him, then looked suspicious. "Paul, huh?"
Paul nodded.
"Who are you looking for?
"She wouldn't be here."
"Maybe not, but I might know her anyway," she replied evasively. "Connie," Paul replied. "Her name's Connie. Blonde girl, young, in the advanced placement program."
Donna got a calculating look. She shook her head slowly. "No, I don't know her," she lied. "But I'm sure I can find someone who does." "I don't think I should get involved in this," Paul stammered. "You're already involved," Donna pointed out. "Besides, you've still got a hard-on, and they're scarce around here. Don't worry. If Connie isn't here, she'll never know, will she?"
"1 guess not," Paul agreed.
All the writhing heaps of naked bodies were building his lust. All the heaving naked asses made his cock ache. He kept battling the urge to plunge his cock between a pair of quivering asscheeks. He still remembered the exquisite feel of having his cock sunk in a velvety asshole. It was the only thing he did not see going on here. Donna wrapped her hand around his damp, sticky prick and guided him through the crowd. He wondered where she was taking him.
Connie was still horny. She still wanted to feel two cocks pistoning in her lower holes. The cum still thick in her throat and streaming down her thighs, she wrenched herself away from Carl and Jerry. She lurched away. She saw one of her earlier partners, a total stranger. His cock was stiff and eager. He was sitting back, leaning on his elbows, in the perfect position for her to spike herself on his cock. All she would need then was someone to jam his prick up her ass. Half-crazy with lust, she pushed the stranger down on his back, grasped his prick, aimed it up into her strawberry snatch and gored herself on it. It drove up into her pussy, and her semi numb cunt took it with a twinge of pleasure.
Lying down on him, she reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks in blatant invitation, and hoped someone, anyone, would come and fuck her wanting ass.
There was a flurry, a sputter of voices, including one that she thought she recognized. And then it was happening, a stiff cock was slowly being wedged up into her aching asshole, and she was being stuffed with cock in a way she had previously only dreamed of. She fought to admit the bludgeon, felt her anal ring being brutally stretched by the huge bulk entering her. She loved it!
Paul had been led through the crowd until he and Donna had found two guys who had recently cum. During the brief, whispered consultation between Donna and the boys, he had noticed a girl nearby plunge down on a towering cock. The girl, a blonde, then reached back and spread the cheeks of one of the prettiest asses he had ever seen. There, winking at him, was the brown pucker of her sweet asshole.
"Go ahead, man," one of the guys suggested with a sly grin. "She obviously wants it up the ass. Why not give it to her?"
"Yeah, go to it," the other boy urged.
But Paul looked dubiously at Donna.
"Go ahead, I don't mind," she assured him.
He had the feeling there was something strange in their expressions, but he was too achingly horny to stop and figure out what. He knelt, bent, and aimed his cock at the bull's-eye of the girl's hole, and pushed slowly against her. His cock wedged its way into her tight hole, and then slowly slid deep into her guts. He knew, from her reaction that she had done it before.
It was better than he remembered it. It was tighter, because of the cock in her cunt. The prick in her pussy drew out, powered in, frictioned his prick, squeezed him through the membrane that separated her asshole and her cunt. He pulled out, drove in, and thought he was going to cum right then from the searing pleasure. He pistoned in her ass, and the man below pistoned in her cunt. The two of them stimulated each other through her living flesh. It was madness, pure madness. It couldn't last long. He was going to cum, and it was going to be an intense orgasm because his channel was pinched by the pressure of the girl's tight ass.
"Going to cum," the girl whispered, and he was jolted by the familiarity of that voice. It couldn't be!
He was cumming. He was about to spurt his load of jism deep into her shit chute.
"I'm cumming!" the girl shrieked, and Paul knew who it was, but it was too late. He was already cumming. He felt the cock in her cunt pulsing and he poured his load into her ass. He hung onto her desperately, knowing now who it was he was fucking in the ass.
"Ahhhrrr!" he growled, torn apart by his shock, his orgasm, and his horror. Through the glittering madness of her own orgasm, Connie heard his animal cry and knew who it was. It was like a knife had been thrust through her body. But she was cumming, and she was being cum in, and nothing could be done now. She was being burned in the flames of her own wild orgasm. And it was every bit as good as she had imagined it would be. Whatever happened afterward wouldn't matter at all.
