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CHAPTER ONE
"You take care of yourself, son, d'ya hear?" his father said, extending his hand in a firm and manly gesture of trust and camaraderie. "Don't go gettin' yourself nto trouble, Lonnie."
"I won't, pop," the young man said shyly, lowering his eyes and seeing his mother whimpering behind a white lace hanky. "I'll do good, real good."
"You bet your ass you will," Mr. Benton laughed, turning abruptly to his wife and saying, " 'scuse me, mother, but the boy needs a little fatherly advice. It's not often you go off to college for the first time in your life."
"I know my Lonnie," she sniffled. "I trust him like I trust you, father."
Lonnie smiled to himself, holding back a grin. If she only knew him, knew the both of us, he thought to himself, turning to watch the bus driver stowing his trunk and canvas duffle bag into the luggage compartment.
"I'll write," he said and he leaned over and kissed his mother on the cheek, pecking at her rapidly, embarrassed that anyone should see him getting all choked up inside.
"And study," his father reaffirmed, leaning closer so that his wife couldn't hear as he thumped his son Lonnie on the back and whispered, "Study your fuckin' balls off, boy. Show 'em hell!"
Lonnie grinned and waved good-bye, slowly boarding the bus and moving to the back as the driver closed the door and sat down heavily behind the wheel. He took a seat by a window and waved once again, holding back the tears as his mother and father lifted their hands, calling out to him in a gesture that remained imprinted upon his eyes long after the bus had pulled out of the Sidonville depot.
College, freshman year, he thought to himself, settling back in the seat and closing his eyes.
The whole thing didn't seem real, as if he had waited for this one moment all of his life, glad now that he was gone, that he was on his own. I never thought I'd ever make it ... see this fucking beautiful day, he said to himself, pleased and yet scared, knowing that he was leaving his family and all of his high school friends.
No one else from his class was going upstate to Pierce State, a small yet distinguished land-grant institution. He wouldn't know a soul, though he had received one letter from his roommate, a boy from a neighboring state chosen by the college's housing office.
A fucking sweaty jock, he thought to himself with some annoyance. Well, at least it's better than a farmer.
Chuck McCarver, his new roommate, had played championship football for his high school team and was now enrolled as a freshman at Pierce on an athletic scholarship. The school believed in mixing its incoming class, putting jocks with high school achievers and vice versa.
And since Lonnie had done better than average, finishing seventeenth in a graduating class of nearly three hundred, he had been assigned McCarver. Maybe they want me to teach him how to study, he said to himself, glancing out the window at the fields of late summer corn, the stalks high and bending in the wind, ripe for the picking.
But study, tests and grades was not what Lonnie was thinking about. He was remembering the tales of college life handed down to him by his father, stories of parity raids and crawling through dormitory windows, fraternity parties and balling beyond belief.
He had always prided himself in being a chip off the old block, especially when he had finally discovered that all of his father's stories were based on fact, were more true than not. Surprisingly, he didn't feel bad for his mother, a simple yet demonstrative woman who kept herself busy with church suppers and gardening club meetings.
For Lonnie had chanced to see his father in action, less than a month or two before. And all the things his dad had told him, all the swaggering tales of fornication and being the cock of the rock, had suddenly and undeniably become real, crystallized and made true for the rest of his life.
And to think that the widow Murphy, a quiet and unassuming woman who lived across the street from them, could turn into such a spit-fire and cocksucker was something that Lonnie still found hard to believe.
But truth's truth, no two ways about it.
His mother had asked him to go across the street to borrow some sugar because she'd run out and the grocery store had already closed. So Lonnie had knocked on the front door and though he saw lights in the back of the house, no one answered.
Wondering what the matter was, he had gone around to the back porch, up the steps to the door that led into Mrs. Murphy's kitchen. But before he even had a chance to knock, he found himself staring with wide and disbelieving eyes, looking through the kitchen window and seeing something that made his hair stand on end.
Mrs. Murphy was not alone.
Mrs. Murphy was down on the floor.
Mrs. Murphy was fucking Mr. Benton, Lon-nie's father!
Lonnie stood there, mesmerized, unable to pull his eyes away. Then, not wanting to take a chance, he ducked down and crouching there on the porch, peered over the window sill. Sure enough, his eyes had not betrayed him.
Mrs. Murphy was lying on her back on the kitchen floor. Her house dress was pulled up around her arm pits and lying between her legs, his trousers and jockey shorts a tangled mass around his ankles, was Mr. Benton.
And even as Lonnie watched, he heard himself gasping as he saw his father moving forward, pumping, slamming in and out and grasping Mrs. Murphy's huge udder-like boobs like twin handles, holding onto them as he pounded down into her matronly and hairy cunt.
From where Lonnie watched, he could see his father's heavy balls whacking furiously, that and the edge of his thick hardon, drilling down through the matted tangle of wet pubic hairs which fanned out around the woman's box.
The view was obscured and he couldn't get in every detail, but enough was visible to allow him to imagine the rest. He had heard his father and mother in their bedroom several times before : the bedsprings creaking, the muted hoarse whispers and moans.
He was not so naive as to believe that they were sleeping, but he had never let his mind dwell on what actually went on behind their closed bedroom door. Well, this is it, he had thought to himself at the time, staring at the heavy muscular cheeks of his father's ass, the man's butt swaying and bucking, heavingback and forth in time to his deep and lunging cock-strokes.
He couldn't hear what they were saying, for the radio was going in the kitchen, drowning out the shrill maddened cries of lust and sexual excitement. But it was to Mrs. Murphy that Lonnie directed his wide and unabashedly staring eyes.
She was a huge cow of a woman, heavy in the flanks, with a great rolling ass and two massive flapping knockers. She had her ankles locked around his father's legs, her hands wrapped around his neck. And each time he heaved down, Lonnie could see the way Mrs. Murphy's mouth opened wide, screaming out with excitement.
Just watching them like that, like a peeping-tom, turned Lonnie on incredibly. Already, his hands were digging down into his pockets, squeezing his meat, fondling his stiff and rapidly hardening cock. He was more than just a little jealous of his father, more than just a little envious.
Mr. Benton was a big brute of a man and Lonnie had always worshipped him. Lonnie himself took after his mother, with smaller bones and slimmer features, features which almost verged on the delicate. He was cat-like and wiry whereas his father was bear-like and brawny.
But it was still "like father, like son," and as Lonnie kept watching, his father suddenly stiffened and slammed down with a convulsive roar which seemed to rattle the window panes like an explosion of dynamite.
"Holy fucking shit mother," Lonnie swore under his breath as his father drooled over the widow Murphy's tits, coming and moaning to beat the band.
She clung to him, thrashing about on the kitchen floor, her legs kicking out as spasmodically as Mr. Benton's entire body. And instead of just staying put, as soon as he had finished coming, Mr. Benton got shakily to his feet.
Lonnie's eyes opened even wider then, for he couldn't believe the size of his father's cock. Even then, half-rect, it seemed like a fucking hunk of sausage, hanging down all wet and dripping between his thickset thighs.
The hood of foreskin slipped lower, obscuring the head of his cock, a head that seemed to Lonnie as if someone had grafted or sculpted a fucking ripe apricot onto the end of his father's hose. And as for Mrs. Murphy, she lay there, her chest rising and falling, her tongue hanging obscenely out of her mouth.
Lonnie kept staring, pulling his hands out of his pockets, about to bolt as soon as necessary. But as much as his father's virility fascinated him, Mrs. Murphy's cooze was even more of a treat.
The woman's box was a regular pouch, the wide rubbery flaps of meat hanging open like dead and drying butterfly wings. A thick curly growth of brown fur completely covered her pussy, the hairs growing down along the insides of her thighs.
It was like an open, a gaping mouth, the dark red meat of her snatch coated with gloppy smears of his father's cream. He would have given anything to take Mr. Benton's place, but when he saw his father stuffing his dick back into his pants and zipping up his fly, he tiptoed off the porch and hurried back across the street.
"She was all out of sugar, mom," he said, hurrying upstairs to his room.
He couldn't even look his father in the eye at dinner and all night the vision consumed him, so much so that he awoke in the morning lying in what seemed like a fucking pool of come, one wet dream having followed quickly on the heels of another.
Lonnie thought of these things on the bus, for though he wasn't a virgin, having finally lost his cherry earlier that year, at seventeen he was still pretty raw and inexperienced. He hoped that college would change all that, would make him the kind of man his father obviously was.
For if nothing else, Lonnie was dead set on becoming a cocksman, a guy who scored when others couldn't even get to first base.
Smiling to himself, trying to muster up enough self-confidence now that he was finally on his own, Lonnie drifted off to sleep, dreaming of his conquests, of the coeds he hoped would soon fall at his feet, swooning with love, panting with desire.
He was awakened rudely by the bus driver, the man tapping him on the shoulder. "Your stop, kiddo," he said as Lonnie awoke with a start, rubbing his hands in his eyes and instantly alert.
He glanced out the window and saw other incoming students milling around the bus station, piling trunks and suitcases into waiting cabs. Hurriedly, he got off the bus and the driver unlocked the luggage compartment and pulled out his bags.
"Freshman dorm?" a taxi driver asked, coming up to him and adding to Lonnie's confusion.
He nodded his head and with the guy's help carried his steamer trunk towards the trunk of the cab. His mouth felt dry and he was immediately nervous. I'm here, here, he thought to himself, glancing around and wondering what the other kids were thinking.
It was no longer kid stuff, no longer high school fun and games. College, he kept saying to himself, repeating the word long after the driver slammed the cab door behind him and got behind the wheel. Keeping his eyes glued to the window, he stared out at the streets of Pierce, the small shops, the twin movie theaters, the college students walking up and down, arms around girls with long flying hair and ruddy cheeks.
The campus was not far from the main street of town and when the cabbie pulled up in front of the dorm, a fairly new building with enough rooms to accommodate the entire freshman class, boys on even-numbered floors, girls on odd, he got out and stretched his legs.
Inside the dorm a reception table had been set up and he pulled his trunk and duffle bag along with him. "Benton, Lonnie Benton," he told the girl with hornrim glasses who sat behind the table. She didn't even look up or smile as she scanned a mimeographed list.
"Room 603," she said briskly, finding the appropriate key and handing him a packet of information sheets and instructions for incoming freshmen. "Registration is tomorrow morning. I suggest you read all these papers carefully. We expect strict adherence to dorm rules. Just because this is technically considered a coed dormitory, doesn't mean that ... that all activities are coeducation."
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, nodding his head rapidly and dragging his bags behind him, the packet of papers and leaflets gripped between his teeth.
Both hands were filled and he pressed the down button for the elevator, still keeping his eyes peeled straight ahead. I wonder if McCarver's arrived yet, he thought to himself, the elevator door sliding open and a rush of students streaming past him, all laughing, giggling nervously.
He got out on six and looked up and down the narrow hall, finally finding his way to room 603. The door was ajar and he opened it up, stepping back as a burly male voice rang out in the air. "You fucking asshole! Knock first, goddammit, boy!"
Lonnie jumped back, not knowing what had happened. Moments later the door opened again and he found himself staring up at a huge burly jock of a kid, a guy whose dark blue eyes glared down at him with a look of condescension.
He was tying a bathrobe around his waist and Lonnie gulped loudly, for right behind the kid he could see a girl snuggling under the covers of a bed, her auburn hair loose and tangled, her lips parted as she giggled loudly.
"I'm ... I'm Lonnie Benton," he stammered, extending his hand.
The gesture was thankfully not ignored. "McCarver, Chuck McCarver," the burly youth said with a sudden grin. "Sorry about that reception. I guess it's my fault and all, forgettin' to lock the door the way I did."
"I should have knocked ... I guess," Lonnie replied, glancing to the side-for he couldn't even see over McCarver's shoulder, the boy was so tall and blocky-and catching sight of the girl who hovered under the covers of the bed at the far end of the room.
"Well, come on in. This room is half yours, Benton," the boy went on, helping Lonnie drag his things into the room. He stuck his head out the door and glanced nervously up and down the hall. "You didn't see anyone else coming by, did you?" he asked.
Lonnie nodded his head as Chuck locked the door behind him.
"Good," the young man continued, "I wouldn't want anyone hassled about my breaking the rules," and he pointed his finger towards the bed.
The girl was sitting up, propped against the pillows. Lonnie turned and smiled at her then, trying to conceal the fact that his eyes were already mentally undressing her, trying to see what she looked like beneath the sheets.
She had them pulled up around her neck, her hands around her knees. "Hi," she giggled, "I'm Alice. Are you the funny white rabbit?"
"Sort of," he laughed. "Am I late?"
"Shit no, man," McCarver laughed, thumping him on the back so that Lonnie nearly lost his balance and fell over. "We were just gettin' acquainted, litle Alice and me. The dorm mother doesn't cotton to coed activities. That's why the guys have separate elevators and all the fire escapes and stairwells are patrolled. It's a real drag, let me tell ya, just gettin' a chick past their fucking electronic booby traps."
Lonnie was amazed that McCarver seemed to know so much about school. He was a freshman, but he carried himself with a swagger, reminding him of a friend of his back home in Sidonville, a real cunt-man who also played high school football.
And then, as he stood there and tried to think of something to say, he suddenly wrinkled up his nose and smelled something funny, something that seemed only vaguely familiar. It was then that he noticed how red McCarver's eyes were, as were Alice's.
The boy caught his look and laughed. "Ain't you ever smoked the weed, boy?" he asked, putting on a phony Southern accented once again thumping Lonnie vigorously on the shoulder.
Lonnie collapsed in a chair by the desk. "Once," he whispered, not knowing what to think, realizing that here he was in college, the first day, the first hour actually, and his room had been invaded by a chick and a pothead.
It was too much for him to take standing up.
"The weed?" he asked.
"Shit man, marijuana, tea, grass, good shit," Chuck giggled, moving over to the desk he had already appropriated for himself, having been the first to arrive at the dorm. He opened the top drawer and dug a meaty paw deep inside, fishing out a pill vial that Lonnie could see was nearly filled to the brim with stuff that looked like oregano.
He had lied, of course, having never smoked marijuana in all of his life. Sidonville was provincial and life moved slowly, drugs being something that hadn't caught on yet. Now, he kept looking at Alice and then at his roommate, not understanding what was happening.
"I'll roll you a nice fat joint, kiddo," Chuck kept laughing, sitting down and licking two pieces of cigarette paper together.
And as he poured out the grass, Lonnie turned and stared into Alice's eyes. She was still giggling, leaning back under the covers so that now he could see the way her jugs rose up beneath the sheets, two nice rounded globes his fingers itched to grab hold of, to fondle for his very own.
The thought of the widow Murphy lying there on the floor flashed across his mind and nervously he pressed his hands down over his crotch, already feeling the way his cock was starting to tingle and swell inside his jeans.
He was more than just a little embarrassed, for his blue jeans were tight and he was positive that Alice was now looking down between his legs, eyeing him with more than just idle curiosity. "When did you arrive?" he asked his roommate, trying to start a conversation.
"Yesterday morning. This place is unbelievable, let me tell you, Benton. We're gonna have ourselves a fucking A-okay time, no shit. Alice here is also a freshman, but the way this little bunny carries on you'd think she was a real grown-up little cooze, real sweet, right honey?" and he glanced at the girl in his bed.
Lonnie was amazed at the way McCarver was talking to the girl, but before he had a chance to even start to figure out what was going on, Chuck stuck a hand-rolled marijuana cigarette between his gaping lips.
"You know how to handle it, don't ya, kiddo?" he asked.
"Sure," Lonnie lied once again as Chuck put a match to the end of the joint and Lonnie inhaled deeply. He felt himself getting ready to cough, but tried his best, holding the smoke down in his lungs and puffing vigorously, not wanting to show his naivete and uncool.
"Just hold it down, Lonnie," Chuck told him, lighting a joint for himself and moving to the dresser near his bed.
He turned on the radio and spun the dial, finally tuning in a local rock station. The music rose up in the air and Lonnie kept puffing away, his cheeks bright red and his heart thumping wildly inside of his chest.
He didn't know what was happening or going on, but sat there, inhaling deeply, holding the pungent smoke down in his lungs. He hardly smoked cigarettes, let alone marijuana. My daddy would not be happy, he thought to himself.
But already, something was happening to him, something he had no control over. He was losing his inhibition and shedding his shyness like a useless second skin. And, in its place, his confidence was swelling like a balloon being filled with gas.
Instead of hiding the unruly state of his crotch, he dropped his hands down and smiled at Alice as the girl tossed her long shiny hair back and drilled her eyes down between his legs. She wasn't self-conscious in the least, openly staring so that Lonnie hoped she was admiring the rapidly swelling bulge behind the fly of his skintight dungarees.
As for McCarver, he was passing the joint back and forth, giving it to Alice and then smoking it himself. And the more Lonnie smoked, the more strange he felt. It was almost as if he was getting weightless, light-headed and he suddenly began to giggle, shaking with growing hysteria.
"Sure is a good shit, eh boy," McCarver grinned.
Lonnie couldn't control himself. He kept rocking back and forth, knowing that he was stoned, that his head was all fucked up, that he didn't give a shit about anything other than good times. He'd read about the effects of grass, but never had believed them.
Now, he was already well on his way to understanding what it was all about. And as he kept laughing, unable to stop himself, Alice began to giggle insanely, shaking back and forth on the bed. McCarver was caught in their mounting hysteria and he too toppled down on the bed, holding his hands around his sides, leaning against Alice and shaking with uncontrollable laughter.
Lonnie didn't know what was so funny, but he didn't care. He was relaxing, enjoying himself, and even as he kept laughing until his stomach hurt, his eyes suddenly widened as he found himself staring at Alice.
The sheets had slipped down when Chuck had fallen onto the bed and now the girl made no move to pull them up. Rather, she seemed to Lonnie to flaunt her state of semi-nudity and his eyes bugged out as he opened his mouth and gasped, staring with hot and feverish delight.
He could see her tits, the two lush tawny globes perfectly rounded and formed, the sheets down around her waist and her naked chest beckoning to him, turning him on incredibly. He knew she was watching him and when he glanced with sudden apprehension at her face, she smiled coyly and thrust out her tongue.
The slim pink point darted towards him as she licked her drying lips. Suddenly, no one was laughing anymore. The music was playing, blaring out louder than ever and Chuck McCarver turned his head to the side and glanced down at Alice.
He' smiled almost wickedly, ignoring Lonnie's heated stare as he reached out and pressed one big meaty hand down against her jugs, nearly cupping both swaying red-tipped boobs in the palm of one hand.
She giggled once again, her head sinking down on the pillows as she smiled at Chuck McCarver and relaxed, sighing deeply while he rotated his palm over her boobs, frictioning his hand against the swelling buttons that were her long pink nipples, nipples that reminded Lonnie of pencil erasers, firm yet resilient, almost rubbery in texture and tone.
But what amazed him even more than Alice's tits was the fact that McCarver was playing with them, right out in the open, ignoring Lon-nie's heated stare. The girl was pushing her chest forward, moaning softly and encouraging the burly jock to continue, not allowing him to stop.
Lonnie kept watching, sitting there in the chair and feeling the blood rushing to his face, his cheeks smarting as his own sense of sexual hunger and need fanned out like a blast of hot air. Alice's mewling whimpers fed his desires and the more he stared, the more hot and turned on he became.
But the thought that McCarver was just putting on a show, an ego-trip of some kind, as if to prove to his new roommate that he was a real stud, a guy who could get any chick he wanted to eat out of the palm of his hand.
Accordingly, Lonnie suddenly felt self-conscious and he rose abruptly from his chair and made a move to the door. "I ... I'll ... I think I'll go downstairs and take a walk ... look around the place," he stammered, so stoned that he could hardly get the words out, let alone speak coherently. His legs felt like clay, soft, unable to support his weight.
"Shit no," Chuck spoke up, turning and looking at him. "We're gonna have ourselves a little party. A little first day at Pierce State get-together. Right, Alice?"
The girl nodded her head rapidly, moving it up and down so that her tits jiggled and swayed beneath McCarver's hand. Lonnie, whose hand was already curled around the doorknob, let go and turned back to them.
He was embarrassed again, unable to stop staring at Alice's knockers, wanting to rub his hands over them just the way McCarver was still doing. And as he looked at her, he realized that she was once again watching him, her eyes narrowed and critically appraising, almost as if she was judging him.
She peered down at his crotch, gazing at the misshapen bulge behind the fly of his jeans, a bulge which swelled and rose up more noticeably with each passing second. "That's right," she suddenly spoke up. "A party. I think you're cute, Mr. White Rabbit, real put together. So it'll be fun, just the three of us: Alice, the white rabbit and mighty McCarver."
And saying this she motioned him closer, waving her hand and beckoning him to the bed.
Afraid of what might happen, but wanting it to happen nevertheless, Lonnie moved forward, shuffling towards her and no longer in control of himself, let alone the situation.
CHAPTER TWO
McCarver said nothing, leaning back and resting his weight on one elbow, still playing with Alice's boobs. His eyes were glazed over, glassy and red-rimmed and he was just as stoned as Lonnie, slowly getting more and more turned on as Alice kept begging for more, pushing her tits up against his palm as he kpt circling her jugs and pressing down on the taut and swollen nipples capping each lush and succulent little tit.
Lonnie took everything in, not believing what was happening. The first fucking day, he kept repeating to himself, confused, not knowing what to say or do. He was burning up inside, his crotch hot and clammy, his dick thrusting up against his fly, demanding release.
Glancing nervously, he saw how McCarver was making no bones about his own excitement. The bathrobe was loosely tied, but Lonnie nearly freaked out when he suddenly caught sight of the way it was puffed out, looking for all the world as if he had stuck a pipe down his jock.
The outline of his roommate's hardon wiggled and swayed and the burly young athlete suddenly seemed to lose all sense of control. With a roar that reminded Lonnie once again of the kind of sounds his father had made in his bedroom, McCarver turned and swooped down on the chick's boobs, attacking them, his wide sensual lips gaping as he glued them hotly around one turgid and stiff-standing nipple.
Alice moaned and gripped the back of the boy's head, pressing it down against her jugs as she trembled beneath the sheets. McCarver swung around, pulling himself up on the bed, straddling her and lashing his tongue over her knockers, swabbing one hot nipple and then the other.
And all this time, Lonnie was watching, his eyes gazing with awe and excitement. Suddenly, Alice glanced back at him and once again motioned with her hand. And this time, Lonnie didn't think of hesitating.
Hurriedly, he moved towards her, no longer shy or self-conscious, no longer embarrassed about the rampant state of his thick and pulsating young cock. "Yes, three's never a crowd," she giggled, stoned and flying as he knelt down alongside the bed and with a convulsive tremor, pressed his own hungry lips down against her nearest jug.
He sucked in the nipple, tonguing it quickly, nibbling with the edge of his front teeth. Her flesh was salty and warm, her tits swaying lustfully beneath his lips. Right next to him was Chuck McCarver, working on Alice's other tit, doing the exact same thing that Lonnie was doing.
The two boys kept at it, licking and tonguing as Alice moaned with delight, pushing up against McCarver's body. She could feel the pressure of his enormous young dick, the way it strained and rubbed up against her crotch.
She wanted to pull the sheet down then and have them both rip off their clothes. Curious to see what kind of equipment Lonnie carried between his legs, she reached down with one hand, trying to grab hold of his dick.
He leaned forward and suddenly stiffened, gasping with pleasure as he felt the eager way Alice was goosing him, rubbing her girlish fingers down against the prominent and heated mound tenting up his fly.
"You're a cutie," she giggled, loving the contrast between the two teenagers. McCarver was bullish and muscle-ound and Lonnie was small and almost cunning, a look of feline cleverness and lust coming into his eyes as he kept running his raspy-dged tongue over her tit He was panting, shivering as she kept fondling his tool, rubbing her fingers up and down the length of his hose. And when she grabbed hold of the zipper and yanked it down with a forceful tug, Lonnie knew exactly what to do next.
The grass had enabled him to shed the last vestiges of shyness and inhibition. Now, he gave her tit a final lick, curling his tongue tightly around the swollen bud-like nipple, before rising up to his feet.
He stood there, looking down at her, smiling almost wickedly as she pulled the zipper all the way down, even as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. He took his time, tossed it onto the floor and unsnapped the top button of his jeans.
And just as she tried to wiggle her hand into the opening of his fly, he pulled his dungarees down past his hips, took his underwear along with them and shoved the clothes off until they fell around his ankles.
His cock rose out between the buttoned flaps of his shirt. Before he could take that off, Alice's hand was squeezing tightly around his thick stubby young pole, her lips parted as she tried to wiggle closer and glue her lips around his bulging trembling pole.
He avoided looking at McCarver, not sure what his roommate was thinking. Having never been involved in a scene like this, especially a threeway, Lonnie kept his eyes glued to Alice, ripping off his shirt and pushing forward.
He wanted to feel her lips fastening themselves around his cock and she opened her mouth still wider, moaning loudly as McCarver pushed down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end as he began to pull the sheets back, exposing more and more of the girl's soft and voluptuous young body.
She was a young tigress, a vixen who loved sex more than anything else in the world. And as she helped Chuck kick the covers aside, she pushed forward, closing her lips around the leaking head of Lonnie Benton's penis.
He opened his mouth and creamed out as he felt the warmth and wetness of her tight and clasping embrace. Her lips and tongue were wet and slick and she dug the tip down into his meatus, trying to wiggle it right inside his pisshole.
Lonnie kept groaning, pushing forward, reaching out and going crazy as he grabbed hold of her head and pushed it down against his meat. Her lips opened wider as he pulled out the stops, slamming forward and shoving almost the entire length of his cock down her throat.
Alice gagged, choking as she felt his cock-head hitting her tonsils, bending them back and tickling her epiglottis. She clamped her lips tightly around his thick and handsome pole, licking furiously.
"Do it, show the man your stuff, baby!" Chuck laughed, glancing up and watching Alice sucking off Lonnie's cock.
But at that moment Lonnie's eyes were elsewhere. Even as he kept pumping forward, shivering with wild and lusty abandon, he was staring at Alice's body. She was naked, stark and totally, undeniably naked.
McCarver had pulled the sheets all the way off and Lonnie gaped hungrily, his eyes focusing on the lush fleecy curls springing up between the girl's thighs, right below her soft plump little belly. Her cunt was furry and damp, the tendrils of hair tipped with sap.
He could see the twin outer lips spreading slightly, revealing the long narrow furrow that led deep inside her box. He was drooling by then, licking his lips, moaning and staring at the same time. And even as he kept looking, loving the way the reddish-hued cunt hairs rose up and down, more like a rectangle than a triangle, a narrow mane of fleecy thatch, McCarver suddenly buried his head down between the hot and nubile young freshman's legs.
She twitched and pushed her hips forward, moaning even as she kept sucking Lonnie off. He watched, enjoying the show they were both putting on. The grass made everything seem slow and syrupy and he watched Chuck's tongue digging down, trailing around and around the border of her hair-pie, licking hungrily and excitedly.
"Yes, do it, more," Lonnie whispered, glancing back at Alice and holding her head in place with both of his hands.
He felt like the stud, the cocksman he had always dreamed of becoming. His lithe young body was dripping with sweat and he stepped out of his jeans and undershorts and stood there, as naked as Alice, the lean bulging ridges of muscle standing out in prominent relief on his chest and stomach.
Holding her head down, he began to pump, thrusting his long deep strokes, searing the inside of her mouth as she tried to breathe, gurgling loudly even as she felt Chuck McCarver's long wide tongue lashing down against her pussy.
And as he kept stroking into her mouth, his cock sliding down her throat, his eyes returned to her box, watching heatedly as his roommate worked his tongue still deeper, slipping it right between the pale-pink and thin outer flaps of cunt-meat.
He pulled them back with both of his hands, spread them so wide that Lonnie thought for sure she would scream in pain. But no, Alice loved it and she strained forward, her lips clamped tightly around his joystick while her hips undulated and rolled, pushing forward as Chuck kept her cunt lips spread open, revealing the slick wet redness of her vagina.
His tongue slid deeper, slurping loudly and excitedly, touching the inner pair of lips, gristly lapels which were all but hidden behind the outer and more prominent set of flaps. And when he touched the pulpy knob of meat that was the coed's clitoris, Alice literally went berserk.
She thrashed about on the bed, locking her legs around McCarver's neck, almost choking him to death as she humped forward and slammed her box into his face. A hot trickle of murky and oily cunt juice streamed down and he licked it with his tongue, tasting the pungent juices of her wild and lust-filled excitement.
Only Lonnie was able to speak. McCarver had his mouth filled with hot twisting pussy and Alice was sucking up a storm, paddling her tongue so quickly that Lonnie Benton thought he couldn't hold back much longer.
Something told him that there was no reason to fight it, that the pleasure was too incredible, that the way her lips and tongue moved, the way her fingers now tickled his tight furry scrotal sac, were all too good to ignore.
"Keep going, faster, do it harder!" he screamed, watching his roommate and listening to the hungry slurp of tongue against twat, Alice's meaty hole dripping great quantities of sap, liquid excitement which trickled down and smeared itself over Chuck's thick sensual lips.
"Yes, soon, oh shit, do it!" he kept moaning, shaking violently as he lunged forward and pressed her head down.
It was too late, too late to stop, too late to hold back. With a roar of delight he fell against her and as the whites of his eyes rolled up and he moaned with incredible release, his cock started spurting, hot tasty wads of come which pelted her mouth like slimy bullets.
His body twisting from side to side, his eyes glued to her box, Lonnie kept moaning as he felt his cock going haywire inside Alice's clinging lubricious mouth. She held onto his tool vigorously, sucking and swallowing down the thick viscid wads of his gism.
Her head bobbed up and down and she kept whimpering, as if the very taste of his fucking come was so delicious that she was having an orgasm just giving him head. He could hardly see straight and his loud ranting cries even brought McCarver to attention.
Chuck looked up, even as he kept working his pistoning tongue in and out of the coed's fleecy twat. He was delighted with the way Lonnie had adapted himself, pleased that Alice was as horny and sex-starved as he had first hoped.
Now, it was doubly pleasurable to see her sucking Benton off while he ate out her cooze to their infinite satisfaction. Alice wouldn't let go, even as Lonnie got the chills and tried to pull back.
His balls were emptied, shrunken it seemed, his cock growing limp inside her hugging mouth. She swabbed her tongue up and down and finally relinquished her hold as he pulled back and collapsed in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath.
Lonnie just sat there on the floor, leaning back, resting his weight on his elbows as he kept gasping for breath. The whole thing had been almost as good as the first time he'd fucked a chick and now he was having trouble figuring everything out, wondering what was really going on.
But he didn't have a chance to sit idly by for too much longer. For even as he crouched down on the floor and felt the way the blood was throbbing in his temples, his skin damp and clammy and still red and suffused with blood, McCarver suddenly let out a bullish roar, jumping to his feet.
Totally ignoring his new roommate, the studly young athlete and sexual gymnast stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at Alice as if she was his quarry, his cornered and soon to be captured prey. Lonnie couldn't believe his eyes.
He kept staring, looking at Alice as she lay there on the bed, stark naked, her legs flung open and her cunt lips parted, twitching in a grotesque yet alluring dance of sexual arousal. "If the dorm mother catches us, we'll be expelled," she giggled, still stoned, hungering after the jock as much if not more than he was hungering after her.
"If the dorm mother catches us, she'll probably want me to fuck her, too," he giggled and as he stood there his hands came down and quickly untied his robe.
He let it slip off of his shoulders and Alice and Lonnie suddenly found themselves staring with a mixture of awe, amazement and disbelief. Because like everything else about the brawny McCarver, his cock was just as oversized, just as virile and spectacular looking.
Lonnie did a double-take and as for Alice she whimpered with such obvious need that it seemed to Benton as if the chick was having a fit, a seizure of some kind. For who could deny the pleasure she would feel once Chuck McCarver had used his massive young cock to its best advantage.
It rose up, jerking towards his belly, a thick dark white column the sides of which bulged with ropey blue veins. It was, Lonnie saw, even bigger than his father's pecker, a good nine inches long and, at the very least, two inches across.
The rounded glans was smooth and velvety, the hood of foreskin a wrinkled fold around the stem of his meat. And hanging below were a pair of balls that swayed and whacked with obvious eagerness, filled with enough come to drown five cunts-not one-at the very least.
Lonnie was starting to feel sorry for himself, thinking that even if McCarver was only seventeen, he seemed twice the man that he was, when Chuck leaned forward and grinning wildly, grabbed hold of the hairy base of his enormous young penis.
His body was firm and blocky, his chest covered with a thin pelt of black curls, body hairs which narrowed towards his navel, disappearing in a tangled clump around his sweaty crotch. He had a look of sexual madness in his eyes and he jumped onto the bed and wrenched Alice's thighs apart with a wild cry of delight.
"Not so hard," she whimpered, suddenly frightened, staring between the jock's burly thickset thighs and hoping he wouldn't rip into her so roughly.
But Chuck couldn't even hear her pleas.
He was beyond communication, feasting his horny narrowed and reddened eyes on the girl's reddish-haired pussy. "Yes, it's gonna be a real show, Alice. Only I'm going down the rabbit hole this time, not you, sugar!"
He giggled loudly and pulled her forward, raising her legs over his shoulders so that she hovered, half-suspended off the bed as he began to tease her, rubbing the leaking fist-sized head of his penis back and forth against her sopping wet cunt furrow.
She wiggled and thrashed about on the bed, pushing forward, ignoring Lonnie's amazed and widened stare. He couldn't help himself and it seemed to him then that somehow, Chuck McCarver was getting off on the fact that he had a captured audience, more excited than ever having Lonnie Benton staring at him as he slowly worked Alice up to a veritable fever-pitch of erotic yearning.
"Do it, you prick!" she yelled, almost angry, maddened with desire and about to explode.
"Do what?" he giggled, still tickling her pussy, frictioning his cock-head against the cap of her knobby clitoris, making the little organ of excitement swell and tingle with need.
"Prick!" she cursed. "Shove it in, McCarver, goddamn you!" And screaming this, Alice thrust forward, angling her box towards the young man's enormous throbbing joystick.
McCarver kept giggling, suddenly catching her off guard and slamming down with a violent and almost bone-crushing lounge. The words of astonishment were caught in Alice's throat and her lips hung open, twitching as hotly as the rest of her.
Unable to speak, she lay as if suspended between life and death, heaven and hell, a purgatory of incredible sexual feeling and excitement. For even as she pushed upwards, Lonnie could see how the outer and puffy lips of the teenager's twat were pulled so far back that they seemed pinned down like a butterfly's wings in an insect collection.
McCarver had slammed down and the head of his meat was wedged tightly against her vulva, crushing the girl's clit and making Alice moan in a frenzy of sexual need. The pain was almost as erogenous as the pleasure and she lifted her hands and threw them around Chuck's neck, holding him steady as sweat dripped down the sides of his body and he moaned with delight.
Her pussy was wonderfully tight, the wet and almost sticky walls of her vagina pressing hotly against his glans. "Thata girl," he whispered, concentrating, oblivious to Lonnie, oblivious to anything but the rushes of sensual delight that flowed through his body. "Hold on and watch, feel it going deeper," and he pushed, "and deeper still."
He thrust hungrily, as if there was food at the end of her hole, shoving down as she kept begging for him, flashes of searing pain and pleasure making her weak and unable to speak. Her cunt was stretched inhumanly, the pressure in her box permeating her ass so that it seemed to her then that he had ripped right through, that he was pounding down into both holes at the same time.
As for Chuck, he was wild and breathless, loving the incredible heat of her succulent young pussy. He pressed his palms down on the bed and pushed down still harder, angling firmly and energetically as now more than half of his amazingly long and thick cunt-whacker did just that-whacking angrily and viciously into Alice's hot and itching cooze.
"Feel it, baby," he kept repeating. "Oh shit, it's so fucking tight, so good. Don't you love it? Isn't it huge, baby, isn't it the hugest fucking piece of meat you ever saw, you ever felt in your fucking hot little life!"
She was giggling, hysterical with pleasure, beside herself as he kept lunging down and she moaned with joy, pushing forward until Lonnie saw that McCarver had filled her as far as was humanly possible, the last hot throbbing inches of youthful manflesh buried and hidden from sight.
Chuck fell against her then, gasped for breath and pulled back, holding himself up and delighted by the way her cunt was opened like a cored apple, filled with his bristling charging stick of human dynamite.
"See how it moves," he whispered hotly, pulling halfway back so that she screamed, feeling the pressure evaporating as her emptied cunt walls collapsed in on themselves.
"That's it," she begged, "do it again, stroke in and out, Chuck. Oh yes, big boy, big meat, fuck me hard, harder, do it, do it you prick!"
Lonnie listened, his ears burning, his thoughts muddled and confused. If this was what college was all about, he didn't even want to think of graduation. He lay there on the floor and without even touching his dick, his cock began to get another erection.
The loud almost savage thrusts Chuck made, rattled the bedsprings more violently and energetically than any of the sounds Lonnie had heard emanating from his parents' bedroom. The burly youth began to pound in and out in earnest, his sweaty muscle-ound body crashing against Alice so that Lonnie was sure the girl's ribcage had been crushed from the pressure.
But no, she was loving every minute, every second of it. She clung to McCarver and pushed back, meeting his strokes as the burning heat filled her like a volcanic eruption. The pressure of his cock against her wet and slippery cunt walls, the way his massive young body pressed down on her, his warm breath now on her tits and his thick drilling meat all combined to make her weak with pleasure.
She couldn't hold back and even as McCarver began to pump in earnest, pounding in and out so that his balls made loud thwacking volleying sounds along the narrow damp furrow between her buttocks, Alice finally got off.
The heat was a flood and her nerve endings twitched. Her body was on fire and she spiralled down into the eye of the hurricane, clinging to him as her climax made her scream and beg for more, always more and more of his pulsating mule-cock.
"That's it, come, come little one," he moaned, almost there as well, charging in and out with newfound vigor.
She ranted and raved, babbling incoherently, unable to speak as his long hot tongue lashed deliciously over her swelling nipples. The pleasure was an electric current, raw searing charges of energy which flooded her body and completely took over, consuming her and carrying her forward into the malestrom of release.
Nothing she had ever felt before could compare with this and her pleasure and the intensity of her ogasm communicated itself to Chuck McCarver. For even as he kept stroking, slamming in and out with loud searing strokes, the inside of her muff awash with hot dribbles of sap, he could feel the way her pussy was clenching and unclenching around his hose.
The rhythmic contractions of her vaginal walls nipped and pulled on his swift-moving pole. He couldn't stop himself any longer and the more she worked her cunt muscles around his hammer-headed dong, the closer he came to getting off.
"Yes," she hissed between clenched teeth. "Shoot, fill me, come you bastard, fucking pour it inside, McCarver!"
"I will, I will," he moaned, shaking against her, his tongue swooping down to plunder her boobs, pulling on the long tasty nipples until she arched her back like a cat, using her fingernails to scratch across his shoulders.
Unable to stop now that he was on the verge of exploding, Chuck kept at it. Lonnie was watching, beady-eyed, feeling drunk with pleasure, almost degenerate in his excitement. His fingers curled tightly around his dick and he slowly and delightfully jerked himself off as his roomate suddenly heaved forward and followed Alice down the rabbit hole of sexual climax.
With a maniacal and animalistic roar, a savage bellow that Lonnie hoped wouldn't attract anyone else's attention, McCarver let loose a flood of hot searing come, his cock gushing out like a fire hose. The thick syrupy gushes of semen poured into Alice's muff and she clung to him, feeling the way her twat was being bombarded with his abundant spend.
Unable to speak, his moans rose up towards the ceiling, heated cries of consummation and sexual release. His pleasure was as intense as hers had been and he held onto her, jerking fitfully as he poured his gism into her pussy and his balls kept twitching, hitting her ass as their load of semen was finally released.
No one spoke then, the silence punctuated by the rhythmic contractions of Chuck's body, his skin flushed and clammy with sweat. Alice bit down on her lower lip and held herself rigid, working her inner cunt muscles around his pole as if to milk out the last hot gobbets of come.
Still panting, Chuck fell against her and closed his eyes. He lay there gasping for breath, like a dead man, pressing her down on the bed. Alice closed her eyes as well, but it was Lonnie who was fully awake, aware of what was happening.
Having been denied sexual pleasure for so long, he now felt insatiable, wanting more and more. Although he still felt shy and a little bit strange after what had happened, he gathered his courage together and hoped McCarver wouldn't mind letting him take over.
Accordingly, he got to his feet, his cock waving like a banner between his legs. Drunken with pleasure, he moved to the bed and even as Alice kept her eyes closed, he tapped McCarver on the shoulder and held his breath.
The brutish young man turned his head warily to the side, suddenly remembering that his new roommate was there. He opened his eyes and taking one look at Benton's hardon, knew what Lonnie was after.
"Sloppy seconds," he mumbled, pulling back with a loud squish as his limpening tool slid out of the girl's muff.
It was coated with creamy smears of come and before Alice even opened her eyes, moaning softly as if she was asleep and dreaming, Lonnie hurried to take over McCarver's place. That the coed's twat was filled to the brim with come didn't matter at all.
He could see the gism oozing out, dribbling down along her cunt furrow, sticking to her tangled pelt of pubic hairs. Quickly, even as she lay there looking more dead than alive, he got up on the bed and knelt down between Alice's supple young thighs.
His cock led him forward, almost as if it had a life of its own. He pressed down and because her box was so well lubricated, one forceful lunge forward and his dick was immediately buried halfway down into her come-filled snatch.
Alice gave a start and opened her eyes wide, moaning as she found herself staring up at Lonnie Benton. He winked at her, not saying a word, feeling the hot sticky warmth of her pussy and loving the way it felt.
That McCarver's come was now squishing out, adhering to his own pulsating dong, only added to his pleasure. Alice's box was more lubricious than ever and he shoved forward as she kept whimpering, more and more of his tool buried down into place.
The hot sticky and slippery walls of her cooze embraced his dong and he grit his teeth, moaning as he kept lunging down, not willing to stop until he was buried all the way inside, the entire length of his hose ensheathed inside her red-hot and clinging muff.
"Too ... too much," she whispered, reaching for him and pulling his lithe young body down against hers. It was a refreshing change from Chuck McCarver's heavy and burly weight and Lonnie kept whimpering as the last pulsating inches of meat were shoved into place.
He lay there, suspended in a vacuum of searing pleasure, loving the very feel of her cunt as she suddenly clamped her powerful young vaginal muscles around his pole and nipped at his cock-shaft. "Do it, make me come again, tiger," she giggled, hugging him close to her as he began to pump with all of his might.
He plowed up and down, in and out, left and right, her pussy squishing loudly as curds of come kept oozing out, smearing themselves over Lonnie's washboard stomach. But he couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure, the incredible intensity of his feelings.
Cunt, fucking red-hot cunt, he thought to himself, feeling his balls tickling the backs of her legs, his body poised above her as he began to pump with short jabbing strokes, banging down again and again.
Nothing could stop him now that he had arrived, now that his meat was buried up to the fucking root in meaty young snatch. Her mushy hole made sounds as loud as his own whimpers and as for Alice, she clung to him, once again possessed, once again concerned with nothing other than her climax.
Her hips pumped upwards, furious, thirsty for another climax as he kept bombarding her muff with surging stroke after stroke, lashing down with all of his might and energy. It was better, far better, than he had hoped and now he was all eyes to her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting as he felt the contractions of her cunt muscles, the way she was jerking and squeezing them against the surging sides of his virile young pole.
"That's it, faster, keep going, little man," she giggled, hugging him tight as she wrapped her legs around the small of his back.
His buttocks dimpled, clenching and unclenching in time to his pistoning strokes. He felt buoyed up, floating, still stoned and now so filled with mounting pleasure that it didn't seem real, more like a dream than anything else.
McCarver didn't stay around for the moment. He slipped out of the room and went down the hall to take a quick shower, leaving Lonnie alone with Alice, the two teenagers fucking madly, their rising chorus of moans and whimpers filling the air with the sounds of sexual delight.
"Yes, keep going," she panted. "Do it, pound it in, sugar. Beautiful, oh shit yes, I love it, I love to get fucked, do it harder, harder, shove it in!"
He groaned and kept lashing out, banging down and nearly hitting her womb, the head of his stubby young tool tickling her cervix as he got closer and closer to his climax. His tongue treated itself to a taste of her jugs and his hands came down and gripped the cheeks of her ass, kneading the succulent plump flesh and pulling Alice's body closer to his wet and sticky crotch.
"I will, soon, very soon," he told her, holding on tight as he kept pounding down, his cock sliding in and out with loud sucking sounds, noises which filled his ears and spurred him home, goading him on to the moment of release.
But it was Alice this time who went over the edge first.
Moving in time to Lonnie Benton's pounding agile strokes, she finally got off, carried away by the intensity of her climax. She whistled between her teeth and clung to him, her cunt-and her clit in particular, both on fire, bathing in the volleying and pleasurable strokes of the teenager's pecker.
He could feel her muff getting wetter and he worked still faster, hitting into her as she writhed beneath him, shaking fitfully from side to side. There was no stopping her and as Alice kept coming, Lonnie found himself caught up in her pleasure and release.
His balls contracted and then he keeled over, his muscles convulsing and his body stiffening in a dance of longing as his come poured out of the buried head of his penis. With wild lusty cries they clung to each other, arms and legs wrapped together as the two college freshmen joined forces in a simultaneous orgasm, a climax that left both of them shaking and moaning on the bed.
His body dripping with perspiration, his heart fluttering wildly inside his chest, Lonnie kept at it, still jabbing into Alice's come-filled box until the last wads of his spend had poured out, leaving him drenched and exhausted, but totally fulfilled.
He closed his eyes then and lay there, breathing deeply, loving the very warmth of her flesh, the layer of sweat adhering to her skin. Her face was still flushed and her lips slightly parted and he was so exhausted that he didn't even turn his head back when McCarver returned to the room.
With a smirk, the jock moved across the room to his dresser. He pulled open the drawers and found a clean shirt and a pair of jeans and began to get dressed, even as Lonnie lay there, still recuperating from his searing climax.
"Well, it's nice to see things getting off to a good start, Benton ole man," he called out and Lonnie turned his head warily to the side and smiled.
College, he thought to himself. I'm just never gonna be the same again.
CHAPTER THREE
Never before had Lonnie felt so confused and helpless as when he went to register for his fall semester classes. Kids were running down the halls, afraid of being closed out of lectures and he walked around in a daze, feeling more like a freshman than anything else, the butt of jokes by upperclassmen as he tried to figure out directions, getting lost going from one building to the next.
But it was not a total loss.
He had just signed up for his last class, a course in medieval history, when he found himself caught up in the midst of a demonstration outside of Bowles Hall, Pierce State's main administration building.
It was late afternoon and he walked out and collided with a crowd of banner-waving and sign-bearing students, all of them screaming about equal rights for somebody or other. Lonnie had never been involved in anything remotely resembling a demonstration, although he had taken part in Sidonville's Fourth of July parade the past summer.
But now, before he even had a chance to steer clear of the angry crowd, he found himself trapped, surrounded by the jostling mob of dissident students. Clutching his books to his chest, he struggled to break free.
But the students were moving across the campus like a great swarm of lemmings and rather than being crushed underfoot, he tried to keep pace, unable to see over the heads of those in front of him. College was becoming more of a confusion than ever and the chorus of chants and shouts rose up in the air, deafening him. Yet all was not lost.
For even as he kept moving, he felt someone slipping their hand under his arm, clutching onto him for support. Glancing to the side, Lonnie found himself staring into the eyes of a spectacled coed, her long honey-blonde hair plaited into two swinging braids, her body hidden inside the baggy and obscuring folds of a grimy sweat shirt and farmer's overalls.
"It's a groove, isn't it?" she asked, winking at him as he stumbled and tried to keep pace with the mob.
"What is?" he asked, pushed and shoved from all sides as the girl held onto him tightly, almost as if she was claiming him for her very own, a trophy or a prize of some sort.
"The protest," she continued. "This should show the bastards what they're up against, the establishment pigs!"
Lonnie was ashamed to admit that he was an unwilling participant, that he had no idea what she was talking about. But behind her eyeglasses she stared at him with wide blue and unblinking eyes, her features small and delicate, as milk-white as a dairymaid.
Immediately, he felt attracted to her and he was suddenly glad that she had somehow singled him out, linking her arm through his, holding onto him for support and perhaps even security. McCarver had told him that very morning that all he need do was walk up to a freshman girl and introduce himself and they would fall at his feet.
He couldn't tell if his studly roommate was putting him on or not, making fun of him for being a smalltown hick. But even if Chuck had been teasing him, it no longer mattered. Lonnie began to smile and he walked proudly, high-stepping, holding onto the chick as tightly as she was holding onto him.
"Sure is," he mumbled happily.
"What?" she asked.
"Sure is a groove, like you said. I'm Lonnie. Lonnie Benton," he introduced himself as he kept staring, curious to see if the rest of her body was as delicate, small-boned and girlishly feminine as her face.
"I'm Olivia Tuckerington, isn't that a stupid name? I hate it, but my friends call me Tuck, for short, which is cool ... I mean, it's okay if you call me Olivia but I really like Tuck a helluva lot better, if you know what I mean!"
She spoke in a New York accent, the words flying out, one behind the other. But Lonnie was able to get the gist of what she had said and so if she wanted it to be Tuck, Tuck it would be. "I like that," he laughed. "Tuck, rhymes with...."
She wrinkled up her nose and hugged him still closer. "Funny, very funny Lonnie," and saying this she suddenly reached up on tip-toe and kissed him flat on the mouth.
He jerked back, startled by her embrace, delighted by what she had done yet still unsure of what was happening. College life was certainly fast paced and he wasn't prepared for all the changes he had been going through in the last few days alone.
Now, unable to stop and return her gesture of affection, he could only hold onto her as they kept moving across the campus. He could feel a familiar tightening pressure, a sudden contraction between his legs and amazed at the immediacy of his reaction, Lonnie could only think of getting away from the mob and taking Tuck along with him.
"Can't we stop somewhere?" he asked.
"But we haven't put our point across yet," she replied.
"But we mean well, don't we? And, well ... to tell you the truth, I have this condition in crowds like claustrophobia. I ... I told my analyst about it...."
But he had mentioned the magic word.
Where he had pulled out the lie was another story altogether, though later he would recall having heard it on television months before. But as soon as he said "analyst," Tuck's ears seemed to perk up. "Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a shrink, you poor baby," she cooed, starting to steer him through the chanting throng of protesting students. "I wouldn't have subjected you to this for all the world, Lonnie."
He smiled, having already learned some of McCarver's technique. Play the lost soul and they love it, his roommate had advised and so Lonnie kept up the disguise, grinning meekly and neurotically as they suddenly stepped free and stood there on the grass, gasping for breath.
"Oh yes, much, much better," he sighed dramatically as the crowd surged past them. "I ... I was breaking out into a cold sweat. It's ... it's silly, but it's this condition," and he emphasized the word, pleased when she began to nod her head up and down, believing him explicitly. "Ever since I was a little kid it's been like this ... since the babysitter locked me in the closet."
"How awful, such a traumatic experience and to have left such frightening scars, you poor baby," she exclaimed, standing there and acting maternal, brushing an unruly lock of hair back and wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Maybe you'd like to go some place quiet, just to rest up until you feel more like yourself again."
"I would," he said, hoping he hadn't spoken up too quickly. "I need a nice quiet place, just to sit and pull my head together, Tuck."
Without another word, the coed gripped his hand and led him through the campus and the maze of buildings comprising Pierce State. Lonnie was still pretty unfamiliar with the school's layout, but he hoped that she wouldn't think him a total boob just because he was a freshman and new at things.
So he maintained his story, the running commentary about his "condition" as he kept referring to it, having more time now to observe her closely. Beneath the unflattering and baggy folds of her grimy sweat shirt, Lonnie was able to see enough to tell him that luck had been clearly on his side.
Tuck was small and petite, a perfect match for his own lithe and lean physique. She had a flashing smile and pear-shaped jugs which swayed loosely and invitingly beneath the front of her sweat shirt.
The rest of her, from the waist down, was hidden inside a pair of overalls so big that his father could have easily accommodated them. But he hoped that before the afternoon was over, he would be able to induce her to shed her work clothes in favor of something far more attractive, such as bare skin, plain and simple.
"Are you a freshman?" she suddenly asked him.
Lonnie was afraid to admit the truth, but finally he shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. "And you?"
"Me too," she grinned, "though I'm a little ahead because I was here this summer for the extra credits. That way I don't have to kill myself this fall. I'm from New York, in case you haven't guessed."
"New York," and he raised his eyebrows. "That's ... that's a pretty big town, isn't it?"
"She giggled and nodded her head, saying, "Big enough," and leading him across Pierce's main street.
Lonnie didn't ask her where they were going. He just hoped she didn't live in the dorms, despite McCarver's way of getting around the nosy house mother. But when she led him behind a supermarket to a narrow alleyway flanked by rundown houses, he knew that he was home, safe and free.
"I had my father send a special letter, about how I can't live in the dormitory," she explained as he followed her up a flight of creaking wooden stairs. "So I found this place. It's nothing special, and I share it with a girl from New York, but at least it's better than living with all those ridiculous curfews and rules and shit. Don't you agree?"
"I do," he said quickly, nodding his head while Tuck unlocked the front door and stepped inside the apartment.
He followed close behind, watching her as she switched on lights and moved into the living room. Fortunately, the apartment was empty. Her roommate wasn't in and he sank down on a moldy couch while she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
While he waited, his eyes scanned the room, staring at the revolutionary posters on the walls, knowing even before he asked that Tuck would have grass to smoke, just like McCarver. She was a big city girl and he was down home, the combination of the two somehow pleasing and very much intriguing.
He just hoped he wouldn't fuck things up, still not trusting himself with girls, let alone girls from New York City. A few minutes later Tuck came back into the room, carrying a steaming mug of fresh coffee. She set it down on the table in front of him and curled up on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her rump.
"Feeling better?" she asked as he picked up the cup and purposely pretended to tremble.
"My nerves are shattered, and I'm not even eighteen yet," he said softly, casting a baleful expression at her and playing on the chick's sympathies.
Whatever he was doing, he hoped it would work. He seemed to be bringing out her maternal instinct and she started clucking her tongue. "Why don't you lay your head down against my lap and let me stroke your brow, your poor disturbed dear?" she asked.
Smiling to himself, Lonnie put down the cup of coffee and did just that. He stretched out on the couch and pressed his head down against her lap, closing his eyes and wiggling into a comfortable position. His hands rested on his chest and he wondered what she was thinking, if she did this to every guy she met or if he was already someone special.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he murmured, "Oh yes, I feel more secure already, Tuck," yawning and stretching out, wondering if she had seen the telltale bulge in his pants, a bulge which hadn't gone down and, to the contrary, had gotten even bigger, swelling hotly ever since he had stepped into her apartment.
Moving his head slightly, he maneuvered it down between her legs. He pressed back, barely able to detect a soft plumpness, a tender spot he longed to press his lips upon. He was afraid of making the first move, afraid she wouldn't think him as sophisticated as she was.
So he lay there and didn't speak, murmuring incoherently as her fingers kept stroking through his hair. But then her hands began to move down and almost feigning sleep, Lonnie closed his eyes as she began to massage his shoulders, kneading out the tension as a feeling of delicious comfort and warmth spread through his body.
No one spoke.
Tuck seemed to be breathing more rapidly and her fingers moved lower, grazing across his chest as he hunched back, pressing his head down more forcefully and rubbing it up and down between her legs like an affectionate cat wanting to be petted.
She was using both hands, all ten fingers, slowly and delicately massaging his chest, rotating her palms over his pectoral muscles until his nipples rose up, two small pale-brown little points that tingled and itched as he tried to control himself, feeling the pressure mounting in his crotch.
Afraid of opening his eyes, Lonnie lay there as Tuck kept massaging his chest, leaning forward so that his head slipped down off of her lap and onto the couch. He opened his eyes then, but she didn't see him watching.
She was bending over, moving closer and closer to the waistband of his jeans, her fingers sliding lovingly down along the smooth burnished planes of his chest. He decided to take a chance then and reaching up with a sudden motion of his hands, pressed his palms down against the bulging outline of her swaying jugs.
Tuck gave a startled whimper of surprise, but didn't stop what she was doing. She bent farther over, her legs sliding out from under her until she was crouching over him as he lay on his back on the couch. Lonnie smiled to himself and gently sqeezed and fondled her jugs.
They were small and as delicate as the rest of her and gaining confidence the closer her fingers moved to his belt, he slipped both hands under her baggy sweat shirt, pressing his fingers around the firm young budding breasts swaying along her chest.
The girl murmured something he couldn't hear, but her tits were so small and compact, so perfectly formed, that they fit into his hands, the nipples already blossoming, hardening as he rolled them between thumb and forefinger, pulling and tweaking her nipples and loving the way she rolled her hips back and forth and seemed to him to beg for more.
He pulled her down, lifted the sweat shirt and as she moved into a straddle, hovering over his body, he pressed his lips down against one of her tits. He sucked the nipple up into his mouth and as he began to work his tongue over the swollen and taut surface, she lifted her hands and pulled the sweat shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor.
He looked up, smiling even as his tongue slid around and around one nipple and then the other. And then Tuck pulled away and swiveled around in a sudden and abrupt motion, pressing her lips down against his mouth.
She lay on top of him and his hands moved to embrace her, holding her around her back as his tongue slid right between her lips, sucking up her saliva, feeling the way her body was firm and warm as she lay on top of him, hugging him as tightly as he was hugging her.
"Ohh yes, you feel so strong, so hard," she whispered, giggling coquettishly and licking the tip of his nose with her outstretched tongue.
But Lonnie was too turned on to think of playing games. By now, his cock was arching up, trapped inside his jeans. He pumped his hips forward, frictioning between her legs, wondering if her pussy would be as tight and juicy as Alice's.
Not about to sit around and wait, he pushed upwards and rolled to the side, taking Tuck along with him as they fell off the couch and onto the floor. She kept giggling, her braids flying back and forth as he rolled her onto her back and sat up, looking down at her and pressing his hands against her smooth white jugs.
"I thought you felt claustrophobic," she giggled as he rubbed his fingers over her tits, smiling and drooling hungrily, feeling the way his crotch was getting all damp and clammy.
"I am, I still am," he whispered. "I have to get out of my clothes, they're so confining .'. . like ... like that closet the babysitter put me in, when I was a little, a little boy."
"Yeah, sure," she told him, having guessed the lie, but still amused by his story.
But before getting to his feet, he slid down, kneeling between her legs and reaching for the snap that held up her overalls. Tuck stopped moving then, watching him with narrowed eyes as he undid the button and pulled the baggy farmer's overalls down off of her slim girlish waist.
Once again there was silence and he heard his heart beating rapidly as he moved back on the floor and kept tugging, watching her as she lifted her ass so that he could pull the overalls all the way down. They came off suddenly and before they were past her knees he was staring with sexual hunger at the pale blonde shadow of her pussy, visible behind the front of her lacy white panties.
His fingers shaking almost uncontrollably, he tossed the overalls aside and flung himself down between her legs, pulling them up towards his face as he moaned and pressed his mouth against the front of her undies.
Tuck squirmed, hissing between her teeth, her nostrils flaring in excitement as she suddenly screamed out, feeling his hot breath and slurping tongue pressing against her box. She tried reaching for him, her legs scissoring tightly around his face as Lonnie kept his mouth open, chewing and nibbling on the soft meaty swelling between the coed's slim and tapering thighs.
He inhaled the musky essence of her femininity and his heart kept racing madly as he pushed down, shoving some of the nylon material right into the narrow tight split he could feel behind her panties.
Not thinking of anything but the immediacy of his pleasure, he reached up with both hands, fondling her jugs, squeezing them hotly as he kept his mouth in place, sucking feverishly as her crisp pubic curls rustled behind her panties.
"Yes, that's so good, it feels so terrific," she moaned, arching her hips, pushing forward and shoving her muff into his face.
The more she pumped against his mouth, the more turned on Lonnie became. She kept thrashing about, squirming left and right as he tried working his tongue deeper and deeper. Finally, wanting to feel her pussy flat against his lips with no panties separating him from the real thing, he reached for the waistband and peeled them down as if he was skinning a banana.
The suddenness of his motion startled her and she yelped as he yanked them off, nearly as brutish and rough as McCarver, so turned on that he was fast losing control of himself. They were down around her ankles in an instant and with a moan of excitement as he lunged forward, hauling her half off the floor as he rammed his mouth flush against her soft fleecy box.
"Oh shit don't, don't!" she screamed, writhing violently as his hungry lips sought out her musky trench, pulling her up by the thighs so that his lips pressed tightly against her fleecy pubic mound.
He nuzzled her twat, staring with avid delight, licking like a kitten attacking a bowl of cream. Her pussy, at least as far as Lonnie Benton was concerned, was even more beautiful and alluring than Alice's succulent young twat.
The narrow mane of dark blonde hairs were wiry and short, springing up like a moustache against his lips. They barely concealed the narrow petal-like lapels, the outer folds of cunt flesh which bordered her snatch, surrounding and accenting the narrow opening which led deep inside her cunt.
His tongue rasped hotly and he licked up and down the short and unbelievably narrow furrow, tasting the first hot trickles of juice, oily sap which streamed down from the walls of her pulsating and overheated vagina.
"No ... yes, harder, oh shit eat me, goddamn it, eat me!" she screamed out, clawing at him like the kitten he thought she was, hugging him as his tongue kept at it, lashing up and down in a frenzy of desire.
His thoughts were muddled, confused. He couldn't think straight but he didn't care. All he saw was the blonde pubic hairs fanning out against his tongue, the way the thin major cunt lips began to move, fluttering, dilating slightly as her furrow opened wider, exposing the glistening slick inner surface of her vulva.
Reaching down with both hands, he gently splayed apart the outer lips, remembering what McCarver had done and how his roommate's expertise in cunnilingus had turned Alice on incredibly, so much so that she had become putty, eating out of his hand.
Pulling the lips back with the tips of his fingers he wormed his tongue down into place, feasting his eyes on the hot wet inner surface of her box. Her sap was like oily drool, washing down her cunt walls.
She trembled excitedly and his tongue caressed the gristly inner pair of lips, puffy drooping nymphae which hung down inside her box. But as he moved higher, a small pea-shaped blob of meat uncoiled from its hood of concealing skin.
And as the tip of his tongue touched that delicate and highly excitable morsel of flesh, Tuck moaned so loudly that for a moment he was afraid he had hurt her. But no, it was her clit he had touched and he licked it rapidly once again as she rolled her hips to the side, begging for more.
"Do that, yes, again ... again," she panted, pushing and straining as he tried to attack her clitoris with the edges of his front teeth.
He nibbled and scraped them up and down along the narrow shaft of her little organ, loving the way she kept moaning and begging for more. Her body was getting flushed and sweaty and she locked her legs tightly around his neck, almost strangling him in her sexual urgency and excitement.
Holding his tongue steady, he speared it down, not even thinking that she might be a virgin, which she most assuredly was not. He met no obstructions, no cherries blocking his path as he wiggled his tongue down as far as he could, his lips flat against her pubic mound and his breath wet and tickling as he blew hot air down her hole and she screamed out with pleasure.
"Do that, again, again and again," she moaned, shaking against him as her tits flipped up and down and her body writhed on the floor, so turned on that she had already lost control.
She thought of nothing but what Lonnie was doing, the way his long wide tongue was piercing her to the quick, tickling, exploring, licking and slurping and slobbering and turning her on incredibly. But then, without so much as a word of warning, he pulled his tongue back and hoisted her legs still higher.
He was consumed by a desire, a burning urge to know every part of her, to feast his lips and tongue on every inch of her flesh. And because of this, something prodded him, compelling Lonnie to lift up Tuck's legs and swoop down past the lowest edge of her tight little pussy.
"You're ... you're not!" she cried out with disbelief.
But he was, no two ways about it.
Holding her up so that she rested on her shoulders, he pulled apart the tight boyish cheeks of her ass. She squirmed almost angrily, rolling out of his grasp. But now, Lonnie was just as obsessed with discovery as Tuck was with getting fucked.
He pulled her around until she lay on her stomach and even as she tried to resist, suddenly frightened by the savagery of his attack, he bent down and spread her buns apart, his eyes staring at the narrow pink and damp crevice between her buttocks.
He rammed forward, his tongue sliding right against the puckered folds of the coed's asshole. At the first touch, Tuck went berserk, shaking fitfully as she squirmed on the floor, moaning while Lonnie licked up and down her anal furrow, concentrating on her bottom-hole.
It tasted musky and hot, not unlike her cooze. He was getting more and more excited, loving the way he was succeeding in turning her on. His technique seemed to improve proportionately to his self-confidence and now he gave it his all, lashing back and forth, swabbing her anus until she was weak with sexual hunger and need.
The muscles surrounding her asshole began to loosen and though no one had evern done this to her before-nor had Lonnie ever done it to a chick before, either-Tuck was getting off on it, liking the pressure of his tongue as he pushed down, trying to drill it right inside her tight and delectable little bottom.
She relaxed and the tension faded as the ring of muscles loosened so that Lonnie's tongue was finally able to push its way right inside Tuck's ass. He lunged forward, shoving it in as far as he could as she moaned shrilly, not believing the pleasure she was feeling.
But there was no doubt that she was getting off on having her ass -rimmed. And Lonnie, a novice who was learning pretty quickly, was enjoying himself just as much as Tuck was. He squirmed forward and pushed his tongue in and out, licking and trailing it along her tight and dry anal walls.
He could feel her rectal muscles contracting, her sphincter muscles clenching and unclenching around his tongue, trying to hold it in place while he reached down and rammed his middle finger right inside the girl's tight and juicy box.
Gripping her bottom with his thumb hooked along her anal furrow, he rubbed his finger along her dripping cunt walls and she started shaking and convulsing, unable to speak as the waves of pleasure washed over her and left her weak and burning with lust.
Whatever I'm doing, it sure is working, he thought to himself, wiggling his finger down and feeling it on the other side of the septum, the divisional membrane dividing her cunt from her anus.
He kept his tongue down as well, pistoning it more quickly now, thinking that if he really got her even hotter, he would have no trouble getting what he wanted. Lonnie was still unsure of himself, still afraid that as soon as he whipped out his dick, Tuck would be turned off, refusing to let him fuck her.
So he worked like a madman, licking and slurping eagerly as the girl felt faint, unable to endure the pleasure which was making her blood boil, the walls of her cunt itching and tingling with maddened desire and sexual torment.
"Ohh please, please," she begged, whimpering and mewling like a kitten as she turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him.
He was bent down, hunched over her wiggling bucking butt, eating out her ass with speed and amazing agility. Glancing up, Lonnie saw Tuck staring and he smiled to himself, excited by what was happening, feeling his cock burning inside his jeans.
"Please," she repeated. "Ohh no more, do it, fuck me now, Lonnie, please, I beg of you, now, now!"
That was all Lonnie Benton had to hear.
Quickly, he pulled back and even as she rolled around and onto her back, he was getting to his feet. His fingers shook uncontrollably as he rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans.
Tuck looked at him hungrily, appraising his slim youthful yet rugged body and liking what she saw. Although not a muscle freak like McCarver, Lonnie made up for it with perfect proportions, a tapering waist and broad shoulders.
His chest was perfectly boyish and hairless, the skin tanned from a summer lying out in the sun. She watched him whipping off his clothes, as driven and sexually crazed as she was. Her tongue crept out of her mouth coyly and she giggled nervously when his fingers unbuckled his belt.
Lonnie was no longer embarrassed or shy in the least. He kept his eyes on her, staring at her naked body as she lay there on the floor, a sweet little morsel of delight he couldn't wait to pluck and have for his very own.
Wait till McCarver hears about this, he thought to himself, excited about the success he was having at college.
More quickly now, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, hurrying, speeding along as he pulled his jeans down with both of his hands, shucking them off and kicking them aside. Tuck opened her eyes wide then, staring hotly at the throbbing outline of Lonnie Benton's dick, visible behind the front of his tight little boy underpants.
The color rose in his face and she raised her hand then, motioning to him to stop. "Don't," she whispered, crawling around on the floor as he froze and she moved forward, kneeling in front of him. "I want to do it."
And saying this she reached up with both of her hands, hooking her thumbs under the elastic waistband of his underpants. Lonnie was shaking, though he tried to hold himself still. And even before Tuck could pull his briefs down, she lunged forward and pressed her eager young lips flat against the bulging outline of his trapped and pulsating penis.
Lonnie screamed out as her hot breath burned against his tool, her lips warm and yielding as she sucked against his underpants, tonguing his cock while she slowly and laboriously peeled off his shorts. He was whimpering, humping into her mouth, no longer able to stop himself.
"Oh yes, yes my baby," he heard her whisper as she pulled his undershorts down with a sudden snap of her wrists.
His bloated and swollen meat sprang out into the air, arching up along his lean washboard stomach. And even before he could say another word, Tuck sucked it up into her mouth, ramming her face down against his crotch.
Lonnie stood there, shaking, his eyes closed and his body burning with excitement. Nothing could have been better, nothing in the world.
CHAPTER FOUR
With one fluid motion she had managed to impale herself on his meat, stuffing the entire rigid and throbbing length of his hose right down her throat. His wiry pubic hairs frictioned and scratched against her lips and cheeks and she felt the head of Lonnie's cock pressing down into her throat, filling her mouth with his firm young manhood.
She gulped loudly, even as he groaned and pumped forward, moaning with desire as he felt her tightening her grip, her warm rubbery lips fastening themselves around his pole. She sucked in her cheeks and the vacuum created made him scream out as he felt his sexual excitement mounting to a precarious level, so close to shooting that he tried to pull back.
But Tuck wouldn't have any part of that.
She held on, loving every bit of him, her hands moving around to squeeze the firm dimpled cheeks of his tight boyish rump. She fondled his bottom globes and he shivered with pleasure, the muscles rippling across his chest as his knees buckled and he thrust forward, slamming his meat down her throat.
"Yes, beautiful, suck harder, lick it, blow me, baby," he moaned, panting loudly as she held onto him, not even letting Lonnie move as her head bobbed back and forth, pumping and surging down against his trapped and imprisoned dick.
His pleasure made him weak and he was having difficulty standing up as she kept fondling his buns, working her fingers slowly down to the damp and narrow furrow between his buttocks. He was shivering voluptuously and as soon as the tips of all ten fingers grazed against that sensitive crevice, he shook spasmodically and began to wail with excitement.
No one had ever touched him there and just as he had done to Tuck, she was now anxious to explore every part of his body, his ass included. Accordingly, she slid her fingers up and down, pulling his buns farther apart until she was tickling the sunken and pitted creases that marked his virgin asshole.
Wanting to feel her tongue there, curious if he would feel the same excitement she had, Lonnie pulled back, whipping his cock out of the coed's mouth. Tuck gasped and looked up at him as she knelt there on the floor.
Without so much as a single word of explanation, Lonnie Benton turned around and dropped down onto his hands and knees. His firm and hairless butt, so muscular and boyish, stuck out in her face and Tuck no longer had to be told what to do.
Hungry and eager to please him, feeling things for Lonnie she had rarely if ever experienced before, the hot-blooded teenager moved forward, nearly clawing at his dimpled buns as she wrenched them apart and drove her tongue down into the damp and sweaty anal furrow.
A loud scream escaped his lips as he felt the first hot lashing strokes on the girl's tongue. The slim pointy prober licked up and down, tasting the sweaty and slightly gamy surface of his ass. And when she saw the pale-brown and pitted contours of his anus, covered with just a thin matting of short wiry pubic hairs, she began to slide her tongue down hotly, licking with fast and furious strokes.
The strange sensation made him continue to shiver and he started pumping his buns towards Tuck's mouth, hungering after her, moaning and ranting as she held her tongue steady and repeated his very same moves.
She pushed down, aiming for the narrow slit-like opening that led into the depths of his previously untouched and unexplored rectum. And as he loosened his muscles and relaxed, loving the feel of her warm breath and wet tongue tickling his asshole, she slowly managed to work the tip of her tongue right inside.
She pulled apart the tender muscular folds of tissue and dug deeper, watching as his asshole began to contract, pushing in and out so that she could see the slick dry pink walls of his rectum. Lonnie was howling like a dog in heat, unable to believe the pleasure he was feeling.
Whatever she was doing, it certainly was having the desired effect. And when she slammed her tongue down as far as she could, feeling the knobby swelling of his prostate gland, Lonnie almost went over the edge.
He churned his backside towards her, shaking back and forth as his moans of searing pleasure rose up in the air, louder than ever. "Yes, eat me, do it, harder, again, again," he begged, unable to endure the volleying waves of erotic pleasure which coursed through his body.
Tuck had not -rimmed a guy before and now she was just as aroused as Lonnie. Loving the way she could control him, she kept at it and, at the same time, reached down with one hand and grabbed hold of his nuts.
Her fingers toyed with the crispy furry handful as it swayed between his thighs. Lonnie kept shaking, the combination of the two caresses-having her tongue coursing in and out of his rump, feeling her fingers tickling his balls-made him pant even more loudly than before.
And when she slid her hand higher and grasped the hairy base of his rigid hardon, probing between his legs, his body stiffened and he tried to control himself, not wanting to come until the moment was right, until he was ensured of success, buried all the way down inside of her honey-hued twat.
But it was going to take a superhuman effort to stop himself from coming and barely able to resist her lascivious advances, the way she kept caressing every part of him, his genitals and his asshole in particular, Lonnie kept trembling, trying to move aside.
For the moment, Tuck wouldn't allow him to move forward.
She gripped his dong forcefully, sliding her moistened fingers up and down the length of his tool, making his skin turn bright red with sexual longing. A series of chills moved up and down his spine and tears came to his eyes as he tried to fight back the waves of pleasure.
"Stop, let me ... let me fuck you!" he yelled out, so close to coming that the words themselves seemed almost an orgasm as he pulled violently away and fell down on the floor, holding himself rigid, afraid that one false move and he would shoot his load.
He heard her gasp and slowly he calmed down. His cock was still as hard as ever, but now he swiveled around on the floor, just as Tuck smiled mischievously and got to her feet. She turned away from him and he followed the lush sway of her tight little butt as she moved through the living room and into another room near the kitchen.
He got to his feet and followed her, his cock waving lewdly between his legs, his heart racing and his head filled with visions of sensual excitement. And, sure enough, when he walked into her bedroom she was waiting for him, the lights dimmed, her body stretched out invitingly on top of the bed.
She beckoned with her hand and he moved forward, drugged, so turned on that all he could see was her lush blonde-haired muff, the tendrils beckoning like fingers, curling and uncurling and leading him on to the moment of searing pleasure and frenzied sexual release.
"You're so cute," she giggled, "a real farm-boy."
Lonnie wasn's sure if he liked that or not, so he said nothing, holding his breath as he got up on the bed and moved towards her. He knelt between her outstretched thighs, lifted her legs by the ankles until she wrapped them around the small of his back.
She seemed so small and frail then, so innocent and young. It was as if there was a doll, a china figurine in the bed, and he stared at her with such warmth and affection that the two of them were literally beside themselves with excitement.
"And it's such a nice one, too," she went on. "Not too small and not so large as to really hurt me. Just right ... perfect, like every bit of you."
He smiled, pleased with her flattery. Then, wiggling still closer and remembering what McCarver had done to Alice that day he had arrived at college, Lonnie now took hold of his meat and pressed the leaking head of his dick right against Tuck's juicy cunt furrow.
She swiveled her hips, lashing them from side to side, trying to capture the bulbous and blood-entrapped head of his meat. But Lonnie was going to make her beg for it first and he rubbed his glans up and down her slippery opening, teasing her, turning her on with each successive stroke of his thick stubby young tool.
She bit down on her lower lip, moaning, her cunt lips fluttering and palpitating as her box widened, preparing itself for the entry of his meat. He didn't slide down, but held himself rigid and steady, rubbing his leaking glans up and down until the pre-come was sticking to her pubes, leaving a trail of slime like the track of a snail.
"Yes, good, do that, again, again," she whimpered, pushing forward as the button of her clit touched against his velvety smooth cock-head and the friction made her writhe in an explosion of wanton ecstasy.
Lonnie was having just as much difficulty controlling himself as Tuck was. He kept shivering, the heat of her cunt permeating his crotch, making him shake as he rubbed up and down, her furrow widening slowly but noticeably until it was virtually impossible for him to hold himself back any longer.
"Watch," he whispered. "Watch how it fits right into place."
He looked down between his legs, hungering after her as never before. Slowly, taking his time, wanting to enjoy each sensation like a special and separate particle of feeling, he thrust forward, his weight centered on his hips.
Her cunt lips were pulled back, his balls tickled the very edge of her anal furrow and then the glans squished loudly as it wedged itself right into place. For an instant they both froze, the intensity of their emotions and sexual feelings indescribable.
"Yes, harder, oh shit push, push you fucker!" she suddenly wailed.
Lonnie did just that.
He slammed down, impatient now, eager and horny. The head of his pecker slowly disappeared, widening her cunt walls, bruising and scraping down against her sensitive clitoris. She clung to him, thrust herself forward and wiggled with urgent delight.
Her pussy was brimming over with sap and the walls of her box were hot and slippery as he funneled more and more of his thick young tool down into place. Inch after inch kept disappearing as he pressed closer.
The elastic vaginal walls gripped his sliding cock-shaft with a tenacious and vise-like hold. He was moaning hotly as was Tuck, the two of them caught up in the explosive release of their youthful passions.
And as they watched, his balls still hitting her buns, his cock kept shortening as it slid into place, the hairy base and fanning pubic bush moving closer to her muff as he surged down and groaned, feeling the red-hot heat of her twitching vagina.
With a sudden convulsive roar, he fell against her. He was buried all the way inside, right up to the root. Completely ensheathed, he lifted his chest up off of her boobs, smiling weakly as she moaned and bit down on her lower lip.
"That's ... that's so good," she whispered, reaching out with both hands and hugging him close to her.
Tuck began to jerk and squeeze her cunt muscles, feeling the powerful length of his cock as it lay inside of her, completely hidden from sight. As for Lonnie, he was panting, sweating profusely as he pulled slowly back, dragging his cock out into the open until all but the glans was hidden from sight.
Then, he shoved forward once again, rhythmically stroking, pumping with quick and eager agility. She clung to him, meeting his searing strokes, wiggling voluptuously as he began to pound in and out, bombarding her pussy with a volley of strokes such as she had never felt before.
"That's it, again, do it harder, fuck me, fuck me!" she squealed, hugging him as he rubbed his chest sideways, frictioning against her tits.
Her body was suffused with pleasure and she kept moving, shaking on the bed as he plowed in and out, long searing strokes followed by short jabbing ones, his rhythm smooth and certain unto itself. He was breathing heavily, gasping as the charges of pleasure cascaded through his body.
Her hole was even tighter than Alice's had been, the walls of her pussy clutching his straining pole, scraping at the skin along his shaft and burning his meat raw. And the more he kept pounding down, the wetter and stickier her box became.
The hood of foreskin stuck onto her cunt walls so that he was able to poke more quickly as it burned against her snatch. They were writhing back and forth, caught up in the sweltering urgency of their feelings.
"Beautiful," she whispered, clutching him and raking her nails over his back, shaking as she felt his furry nuts swatting her ass, tickling her buns and adding immeasurably to her pleasure.
His cock seemed everywhere at once, so hard and long and thick that she thought any moment it would come up into her throat, filling her mouth. They rocked back and forth and he kept drilling deeper, wombing her or so it felt as she whimpered with joy.
"Yes, feel it, feel it slamming down," he groaned, shaking against her as his hose tunneled deep inside of her clenching heaving pussy.
"Don't ... don't ever stop, fuck me, make me come, come," she begged, hugging him as he lowered his head and trailed his wide raspy tongue over her pear-shaped jugs, loving the way the nipples responded, twitching and growing between his lips until they were two straining taut points, hard and delicious.
She was burning, unable to hold back as suddenly she heaved forward and crashed against him. With a maniacal moan of searing delight, she lost herself in the pleasure of her climax. Her thoughts took flight and only her body was left there on the bed as she began to come.
"Do it, fuck me, fuck, harder, pump it in and shoot, shoot, baby," she squealed, begging for more as he felt the gush of sap streaming down the walls of her pussy, coating his dong and making her twat more liquidy and lubricious than ever.
With faster and faster strokes he lit into her, hammering down, raising himself up and pulling her higher as he kept going, drilling into her pussy as she kept convulsing, straining and coming in a great surge of pleasure.
Her frenzied motions turned him on wildly and Lonnie was panting, gasping for breath as he slammed forward, ramming his penis deep inside until the friction set him off and he knew then that any second his cock would explode in a fierce and frenetic gush of semen.
"Now!" he screamed out then. "Oh yes baby, here comes, feel my come. What a fucking hot load for you, come, feel it, feel me creaming into you!"
She hugged him, screaming and scratching like a cat as Lonnie's eyes bugged out and his chest rattled. And then it happened and he tumbled hotly over the edge, spiralling down into the abyss, the moment of release.
His nuts seemed to cool and contract, the testicles drawn up higher inside his furry scrotal sac. And then the trigger was jerked back and the first red-hot bullets of his cream flew out, bombarding her hole.
Tuck could actually feel the ejaculations of Lonnie's cock and she moaned and begged for more, shaking fitfully as the waves of her climax kept coming, even as he shot his load deep inside of her. His come spewed out in a thick viscid stream and he fell down against her, burying his head in the pillows as his pecker burned and sprayed more and more semen into her pussy.
Nothing could stop either of them. He lay there, still shaking, feeling it happening and drowning himself in the intensity of his climax. His body fit perfectly into hers and they moved as one, flooded with joy and sexual delight. Time had stopped. Only the orgasm mattered.
And even as the last hot gobbets of slimy come trickled out, he was still shaking, still relishing the way she worked her cunt muscles around his convulsing pole. They twitched and clenched, holding him down inside of her, refusing to let go or relinquish their exciting grip.
Hot and damp, he kept whimpering, squirming against her as she reached up and ran her fingers up and down his back, sighing with delight. She was as pleased with his performance as Lonnie was with hers and now they lay against each other until he rolled to the side and pulled her close to him.
"Don't move," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I want to keep feeling you."
And even as his dick began to grow limp, she still squeezed her vaginal muscles, trying to hold it down into place. But finally it eased itself out, plopping against their stomachs and coated with come and cunt juice.
His crotch was dripping wet and he returned her caresses, embracing her, coming back to his senses and realizing the full impact of what had happened. And what made the whole thing even more delightful was the fact that he liked her, he genuinely liked her.
Gently, she pulled free of his embrace and moved around on the bed. She bent her head down over his limp cock, picked it up with her fingers and stuffed it hungily into her mouth. Just the touch of her tongue made him moan and he kept shaking as she sucked his meat clean and dry, licking up the traces of semen and oily sap which were smeared over the entire length of his penis.
He watched her, smiling to himself, thinking that he had come a long way since leaving Sidonvilleand his parents' home. He was a freshman in college, about to start classes that coming Monday. And already he had met someone, a chick who seemed a part of him, a girl he could share his experiences and feelings with.
"Wasn't this better than that demonstration?" he laughed as she slid back and snuggled under his arm, resting her head against his chest.
She murmured something he couldn't understand and Lonnie closed his eyes and smiled to himself, drifting off into a sleep so restful and filled with peace that he didn't even want to awaken.
* * *
"What did I tell you, ole man?" McCarver said, thumping Lonnie on the shoulder with his usual brawny display of virility. "I said it was a cinch to get snatch. Now do you believe me?"
"I never doubted you," Lonnie said, poring over his texts, already up to his ears in work.
Classes had started the day before and he had six papers to write, not to mention a quiz in freshman English the following week. It was so different from high school that he felt lost, struggling to keep up with the work load.
As for McCarver, he was taking phys ed courses and having himself a fine ole time, not sweating it in the least. Lonnie wished he would shut up and let him study, but Chuck was more interested in detailing his latest conquests, those and his exploits with the nubile young Alice, the girl he had latched onto ever since arriving at school.
"She begs for it, man," he went on, swilling cheap wine straight from the bottle.
The air was murky with cigarette smoke, the stale tobacco smell making Lonnie's nose twitch and his eyes water. He turned the pages of the textbook and ignored McCarver's running commentary. "I'm telling you, boy, she just can't get enough of my meat," and saying this he pressed one hand down against his bulging crotch, as if to reassure himself that his grossly oversized virility was still intact.
"I'm glad for you. I'm glad for her. But for God sakes, will you please shut your trap, McCarver and let me study?" Lonnie suddenly yelled, whirling around and nearly toppling over his desk chair. "Can't you see I'm killing myself with this shit? "
"Well, boy, that's your problem, I guess," his roommate replied, already well on his way to being tight. "But remember this, Benton my boy. All work and no nooky makes Lonnie a dull boy."
And saying this he got up from his bed, staggering towards the door as he tucked his shirt into his jeans. "I'm on my way to see the white rabbit," he said, slurring his words, barely able to see straight as he grabbed hold of the door knob and wrenched open the door.
Without another word, he slammed the door closed behind him and Lonnie put down his books and listened to the heavy and irregular tread of McCarver's footsteps as his roommate weaved his way down the hall.
He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, wondering how he would ever be able to memorize all of the stuff for his courses. The whole thing seemed impossible and he was about to give up and call it quits for the night, when he heard someone knocking lightly on his door.
Getting up from his desk and hitching up his pants, he opened the door and found himself staring into the watery blue eyes of Seymour Mussman, a scholarship student who lived down the hall. "There's a phone call for you, Benton. A girl."
"Thanks," and he padded down the hallway to the house phone. "Hello?" he asked as he picked up the receiver.
"Lonnie?" he heard Tuck say breathlessly. "Listen, you gotta get over to my place fast, man. It's a real fucking freak-show here, let me tell you, just unreal."
"But I got studying to do," he groaned, bemoaning his fate.
"Fuck that, this is more educational." Her voice got lower and she breathed heavily, whispering into the receiver. "Shit, it's a real orgy, Lonnie! No kidding ... you wouldn't believe what's ... oh, stop that, that tickles...."
"Tuck, Tuck!" he yelled. "You there?"
"Just get your ass here," and she hung up abruptly, leaving him standing there in the hall, scratching his head, knowing that he'd better show up at her apartment, the sooner the better.
CHAPTER FIVE
All the way to Olivia Tuckerington's apartment, Lonnie had guilt feelings. He had always been told, especially by his father and the guidance counselor at high school, that college meant a time of buckling down and serious academic achievement.
Having always done well, excelling in his studies, he was now disheartened by the fact that Pierce State wasn't such an easy nut to crack, that the work in his courses wasn't a cinch. He felt guilty about not studying and he was more than just a little annoyed at Tuck for hassling him, especially so early in the term.
But then, he rationalized his behavior, remembering something his father had said, that no amount of book-learning could make up for good common sense. Well, it was common sense that sex was more rewarding than studying and so he began to walk more lightly, smiling to himself as he strode down the dark streets of town, heading towards her apartment.
He had already had a chance to get acquainted with her roommate, another girl from New York named Rhoda. Whereas Tuck was small-boned and petite, Rhoda was the exact opposite, a big horsey girl with an equally oversized body.
She had an ass that was twice as big as Lonnie's and a pair of knockers, regular bazooms that were large enough to take shelter under during a rainstorm. The two of them together, Tuck and Rhoda, made a funny kind of picture and whereas Tuck was still into the neo-revolutionary bit, doing her number against the establishment, Rhoda was a tweed-skirted activist, quietly plotting behind her round moon-eyed face.
An orgy, he thought to himself. Shit, I've never been to an orgy in my whole fucking life.
He didn't know what to think or what to expect, but he hoped Tuck wasn't making it with someone, at least someone he'd think of as competition, such as McCarver. He walked past the supermarket and down the alleyway towards her apartment, up the old rickety wooden stairs that led to the back door.
And then he stopped, cocking his head to one side, listening to the muted sounds emanating from a half-opened window. Behind the music, the swelling rock and roll chords and frenzied guitar strumming, he could hear the unmistakable sounds of animal arousal, sexual excitement.
Someone was laughing and someone else was moaning and a third person seemed to be coming with fitful whimpers and grunting screams of frantic orgiastic release. The noises turned him on and Lonnie felt his cock swelling as he moved slowly up the back stairs, more than just a little bit apprehensive.
He didn't even have to knock, for Tuck had neglected to lock the back door. Taking hold of the knob with his damp sweaty fingers, he turned it and pushed the door open, stepping inside. The kitchen was pitch black, as was the rest of the apartment.
He couldn't see one fucking thing and as soon as he moved inside and shut the door behind him, the sounds rose up in the air. He tried to adjust to the lack of light and then jumped back with a startled yelp of dismay.
Someone or something had brushed hurriedly past, reaching out and goosing the shit out of him. "Nice, big boy," he heard a husky feminine voice giggling in the darkness and he strained to see who it was, feeling his way forward and inhaling the pervasive odors of sex and marijuana, each one as strong as the other.
The moans grew louder, rising above the level of the music going on the stereo in the living room. Lonnie kept shuffling forward, wondering why the apartment was so dark. Then, out of nowhere, another figure brushed by him and this time he grabbed hold of an arm, not about to let go.
"Who's that?" a guy's voice asked and Lonnie dropped the hand quickly, annoyed that he'd picked the wrong person.
He kept walking then, reaching out into the darkness, bumping against the kitchen table and finally making it to the doorway which opened onto the living room. And then he stopped, his path obstructed by someone down on the floor.
A hand reached up then and grabbed hold of his ankle, trying to pull him down. "Tuck!" he called out, trying to stay upright as the fingers tightened their grip around his leg, trying to force him down to his knees.
Tuck didn't answer and unable to stop himself, he fell forward and collapsed in a heap on the floor. But as he lay there, he suddenly stiffened as he felt someone's hands rapidly unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper of his fly.
He held his breath, secretly delighted by the speed with which he was being serviced and taken care of. His jeans were pulled down with great impatience and he pulled his polo shirt up over his head even as someone's eager fingers grabbed hold of his underpants and yanked them off with a groan of impatience.
He kicked off his loafers and his jeans were pulled down until the person who was undressing him tossed them off into the darkness. He lay there, his skin prickling with expectation, totally naked and not knowing what was about to happen.
But he didn't have to wait too long.
First came the brush of a girl's long silken hair, flying back and forth over his crotch. Then came the muted murmur of delight as suddenly his cock was swallowed with a single loud and delicious gulp.
He moaned and pushed upwards as the chick whose face was still hidden in the darkness starting sucking hotly, licking his joint with her lips and tongue. She gripped his meat with one hand, holding it around the hairy base and sucking up and down with quick searing strokes.
Lonnie moaned and kept pumping his hips forward, shoving his dick in and out of the girl's mouth. But even as she kept working on his dong and giving him head, someone else moved forward and slowly sat right down on his face.
The first thing he felt was the pressure of another body and then the heavy cloying smell of a gamy and musky twat. The girl was heavy and he wondered if it was Rhoda as he reached up with both hands and grabbed hold of her buns.
They were huge and soft and plump and he gripped them firmly, even as the coed pushed down, shoving her hairy twat right in his face. Lonnie didn't need any more encouragement. Still moaning, excited by the hot lashing strokes of the tongue against his cock and balls, he thrust out his own tongue and began to paddle it swiftly over the crisp hairy terrain of the stranger's pussy.
The girl gave a throaty growl of lust and rammed down as hard as she could, nearly suffocating him. as he pulled her into a better position so that he could get at her box with agility. His tongue pushed down while his fingers moved around, grabbing hold of a pair of ragged-edged cunt lips as thick around as his own lips.
He pulled them back and the moans of delight grew louder as he thrust his tongue right into the gaping wet opening of the girl's muff. "Yes, do it you fucker!" she squealed and he recognized Rhoda's voice and smiled to himself, glad that he was being given the opportunity to feast his lips and tongue upon her hairy and succulently tasty box.
She undulated her hips and when he felt an unbelievably long and thick appendage sticking forward at the top of her hairy furrow, he could hardly believe it was real. Lonnie clamped his lips around it and Rhoda went berserk.
She started twisting and shaking violently as he nibbled on her swollen and overlarge clitoris, sucking it down into his mouth as she sprayed a hot murky gush of cunt juice over his face, stinging his eyes while she writhed on top of him.
"Yes, lick it, chew on it, too," she whimpered, pushing up and down even as the other girl kept giving him head, sucking him off with such expertise and dexterity that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
But he didn't care, either.
He wanted to come and so he kept pumping forward, feeling the head of his thick stubby poker banging against the back of the girl's throat. As for Rhoda, she was going crazy, not even knowing that it was Lonnie who now attacked her cunt like a man obsessed.
He paddled his tongue over her clit and then curled it tightly around the blood-engorged and puffy finger of meat, licking hotly as she began to jerk and flutter her cunt muscles, nipping at his tongue and moaning with ecstasy.
In front of him, the other girl was going at it hot and heavy, licking so furiously that Lonnie was having a hard time holding back. But then she pulled her mouth away from his meat and swung around, getting into position.
"Show me your stuff!" she cried out with a stoned hoarse giggle as she straddled his thighs, pressing her firm young rump against his crotch.
He held his breath as she took hold of his meat once again. But this time she wasn't about to settle on her lips and tongue. Rather, she pushed forward, trying to sit right on top of his pecker. Lonnie yelled with delight as he felt his cock-head spearing into her.
She shoved forward, sliding down on his pole, impaling herself on his dick as he kept straining, pushing upwards and meeting her frenzied strokes. And even as more and more of his penis was sucked up into her tight and juicy muff, he was working his tongue down into Rhoda's snatch, licking hotly all the while.
"Keep going, faster, faster!" the heavyset girl yelled out, shaking against him as she rubbed her fat and matronly box against his slurping tongue and lips.
He struggled valiantly, moaning all the while.
His cock was being eaten up alive, consumed inside the hot oven of the other girl's pussy. She kept stroking down, sitting on his rod until her pubic bush was flush against his own wiry pubes and the entire length of his rigid prong was buried up inside of her pussy.
She moaned as loudly as he did and the double pleasure made him weak with joy. He began to try to stroke forward as she lifted herself up and slammed down again, calling the shots, taking the dominant position as she rode his meat like a hobbyhorse.
But Lonnie was satisfied, totally pleased.
His cock was burning up inside the tight wet confines of the chick's snatch and, at the same time, he had his mouth filled with dripping hungry cunt-meat. Rhoda was lashing down at him, begging, demanding more and more.
He pistoned his tongue as far inside as he could, sliding one hand up at the same time. Still keeping his long agile prober in place, he now wiggled the middle finger of one hand right inside her cunt.
She screamed loudly as he scratched his fingernail against her hugely developed clitoris, finger-fucking her even as his tongue slurped greedily, matching the frenzied pulsating and rhythmic strokes of the girl who was riding his joystick, pounding up and down with heated determination and girlish delight.
Consumed by the myriad feelings and sensations, Lonnie Benton felt weak, sucked down into the whirlpool of divine passion. Never before had he had two chicks at once and he kept working his tongue in and out, even as he wiggled his finger hotly, making Rhoda suddenly come in a great bursting scream and stream of cunt juice.
Her orgasm triggered Lonnie's and even as he swallowed the abundant gushes of sap which flowed down the clenching and overheated walls of her pussy, he felt his balls chilling and then his come pouring out of the head of his dick.
The girl hung onto him, shaking almost angrily as she moaned, feeling the first hot gushes of semen, Lonnie's cock going haywire inside of her. "Do it!" she scremaed. "Shoot, shoot baby, pour it in, more, more you little cocksucking bastard!"
He kept moaning, screaming as his mouth was filled with cunt and his cock kept pouring out a hot frothy load of come. The girl was now creaming as well, sitting on his dong and swiveling her hips from side to side.
And as for Rhoda, she could hardly maintain her balance. She nearly toppled forward as she kept shaking, her orgasm as powerful as Lonnie's voluptuous climax. The three teenagers moved as one, shaking against each other.
Lonnie's cock was milked, squeezed by a pair of fluttering and clenching cunt muscles until the last hot gobbets of cream had shot out of his meat and he lay there on the floor, exhausted and dripping wet.
But he was far from finished.
For even as he gasped and tried to catch his breath, even as Rhoda-albeit reluctantly-slid off of him and collapsed onto the floor, he could hear the other college kids in the living room, the chorus of grunts and shrill screams of frenzied release.
There was more cunt for the asking than he had ever dramed of and he knew he was certainly good for at least another round, if not more. The girl pulled back then, slowly easing off of his limpening pecker.
But she wasn't through with him.
Delighted by the way he had performed and turned her on, still basking in the convulsive and thrilling after-throes of her strenuous orgasm and release, she now decided to go all the way, wiggling down on the floor and thrusting out her tongue.
She licked across his furry nuts and he trembled, getting the chills, loving the way her tongue lapped along his balls. And when she managed to stuff one of his nuts right into her mouth he jerked like a landed fish on the floor, begging for more.
"Rim me, too!" he screamed out then, wanting to feel her tongue sliding right inside his sweaty butt.
She wasn't reluctant to do that at all.
She lifted Lonnie's legs higher, hoisting them over her shoulders as she wiggled down, using her tongue to paddle past his nuts and along his anal crevice. At the first touch, he started shivering and when she pushed the tip of her tongue against his puckered cringing asshole, he thought that nothing in the world could be nicer than what he was feeling at that moment.
Quickly, struggling to work her tongue all the way inside his clenching bottom-hole, the girl with the long flowing hair twisted Lonnie around until he knelt there on the floor, shoving his ass right in her face.
"Do it, eat me out good and hard, kiddo," he moaned, ramming his firm dimpled and muscular bottom into her mouth.
She started slobbering hotly, licking up and down, moistening and lubricating his anus with her lips and tongue. And even as she began to push forward, working the tip of her tongue right inside his asshole, someone else moved in front of Lonnie's face, demanding the self-same treatment.
He could smell the musky odor of another girl before she even pushed forward, kneeling in front of him and slamming her sparsely-haired pussy right into his face. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her waist, knowing immediately that it was Tuck.
She couldn't even see him, the room was so dark. So he stopped talking and began to slurp hungrily, lashing his tongue in and out of her fleecy box, gripping her buns and kneading them with delight. She moaned and undulated her body, pushing left and right so that his tongue tickled and licked all along her dripping pussy.
And when he tasted the salty remains of someone else's come, he didn't even think to stop. By then, the girl behind him had managed to work her tongue all the way inside and she was tickling his prostate and making him writhe against her with ecstatic desire.
Unable and unwilling to speak, he sucked in and out of Tuck's pussy, using his tongue like a drill to spear into her hot and come-filled hole. But then, even as she rested on her knees in front of him and he kept at it, someone else moved out of the all-pervading darkness.
He couldn't tell what was happening.
Suddenly, someone straddled him and thrust towards Tuck. She mumbled something Lonnie couldn't understand but when he tried to look up, something fat and hairy brushed against his forehead. At that instant he heard her sucking, gulping and gasping for breath.
A pair of firm hairy legs wrapped themselves against his shoulders, straining forward as the guy rammed his meat into Tuck's mouth, oblivious to Lonnie who knelt on the floor, still sucking on his girl friend's pussy.
He was starting to get jealous, annoyed with what was happening, angry that the guy had just barged in and was even standing over him, not allowing him to move aside. But before he could do anything, he screamed out as the girl behind him replaced her pistoning tongue with a long and inquisitive finger.
She rammed her finger right into his tender asshole, pushing it down as he moaned loudly. But he didn't feel pain. Not at all. Instead, the intensity of feeling was too good to be true and his prostate tickled and swelled, tingling as the girl's finger worked its way in and out and her other hand came down to fondle and toy with his nuts.
Above him, the kid who was working his dick in and out of Tuck's mouth was going berserk, thrusting wildly and screaming out with joy. Lonnie was trapped, unable to move and when he pushed up he felt the boy's hairy nuts swatting across the top of his head.
No one could speak. Only the whimpers of sexual excitement and pleasure could be heard. The air was thick with smoke and the odors of come and cunt juice and all around him other kids were going at it hot and heavy, oblivious to everything, including the darkness.
The anonymity of it all felt strange, for Tuck didn't even know who she was sucking off or who was eating her out. Lonnie kept going, getting more and more aroused as the girl's spearing finger whipped in and out of his ass and her hand came down past his nuts, grabbing hold of his stiff and rigid cock-shaft.
She worked her moistened fingers up and down his pole, finger-fucking his ass at the same time. Lonnie kept moaning, pushing his ass back towards her finger and begging for more. He was loving what was happening, not wanting it to ever end.
But things were getting more complicated by the minute.
For even as the guy who stood over him kept ramming his hose down Tuck's mouth, shaking almost angrily as she sucked him off, someone else moved behind her. Lonnie couldn't see what was happening, but as he jerked and quivered on the floor, working his tongue in and out and pulling Tuck's thin narrow cunt lips as wide apart as he could, something else entered the picture.
Suddenly, he felt an unknown presence.
He couldn't see what it was, but as he held onto her pussy and dug his tongue still deeper, something brushed up against his mouth, trying to work itself right inside her cunt. "Yeah, feel it, kiddo," someone moaned behind Tuck and Lonnie let go just as another boy lurched forward, pistoning his dick in dog-fashion, attacking her cunt from the rear.
He could just about see it thrusting into her box, but when he tried to move aside, the kid who stood over him wouldn't let him go. Even Tuck got into the picture. For as he felt himself getting close to another climax, the girl behind him jerking him off as she kept jabbing her pistoning finger in and out of his clenching and heaving young rump, Tuck reached down and pushed his head forward.
His mouth was smashed down against her pussy and he tasted cock for the first time in his life. "Do it, you fucker!" the guy behind her yelled and he pulled back once again, so annoyed with what was happening that when he tried to get to his feet, someone's hand came down and punched him on the back.
He fell down on the floor and lay there, hoping he wouldn't get crushed as Tuck began to shake violently and the girl behind him worked on his tool until he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
He kept shaking on the floor, listening to what was happening above him, the two guys attacking Tuck, both of them moaning and screaming with hellish urgency. She seemed to be loving every bit of it, at least as far as Lonnie was concerned.
But then, moments before he was about to come, the girl pulled her finger roughly out of his ass, let go of his throbbing dick and disappeared into the darkness. He got up on his knees, tryng to find someone else.
His hands waved out in front of him and he lurched forward, banging against bodies strewn like wreckage across the living room floor. The ache in his cock mounted and he knew he had to relieve himself, had to pound his throbbing tool down into place, somewhere, somehow.
Reaching out, he suddenly grabbed hold of someone's ass and not even thinking twice, his cock already wet with saliva, he pushed forward, guiding the bulbous head of his meaty young pole down into position.
He pulled apart a pair of firm young buns and shoved down, just as someone yelled out in pain. But Lonnie couldn't think straight and he ignored the muted warning cry as he screamed with joy, feeling his dick spearing down into a tight dry asshole.
The person bucked and heaved and as if to calm her down, he reached around, thinking he'd shove a finger up her cooze and get her to relax. But when his hands found themsleves grabbing hold of a long thick cock, Lonnie jerked his fingers back, realizing what he had done, the full impact of what had happened.
But even before he could pull back, more than half the length of his pistoning dick buried inside the boy's bottom, someone moved behind him. He was wedged in, trapped, a girl's slim pointy tongue lashing over his nuts as he smiled to himself and thought what the hell, an asshole was an asshole.
The boy had stopped protesting, which Lonnie thought was rather strange. But he kept at it, even as he encouraged the girl behind him to lick lower, loving the way she tongued the base of his tool as he lurched forward and filled the guy's ass to the breaking point.
The tightness of the kid's butt scraped his cock-skin raw and he pulled back and then slammed in again, holding the guy around the waist, feeling jaded and as freaked-out as Tuck had promised. "Do it, you bugger, slam it in, prick, harder you shit, harder!" the guy's husky voice called out and Lonnie let loose, drilling in and out with fierce angry strokes.
Behind him, the chick was licking furiously, wiggling her tongue down so that she was almost able to work it into the boy's grotesquely distended and cock-filled anus. The combination of the two sensations flooded Lonnie's body with raw molten charges of sexual pleasure and he hung on and pumped vigorously, feeling himself getting ready to shoot all over agin.
"Do it, fuck, harder, shove it in, yes harder, harder!" the guy moaned, clenching and unclenching his sphincter muscles as a chick in front of him slurped greedily over his tool, sucking him off while Lonnie cornholed the shit out of him, packing it in and screaming with delight.
And behind him, the other chick was getting just as excited. It was turning into a regular daisy chain, for a guy had come up behind her, taking her cunt from the rear while she kept her head between Lonnie's legs, freaking out on the fact that two guys were fucking each other, yet loving the feeling of her tongue moving over one bristling cock-stem and then onto a tight sweaty ass.
She kept licking while the guy behind her plunged down, filling her box with hot quivering meat. All around him, Lonnie could hear the frenzied groans, as if everyone in Tuck's apartment was about to explode and climax simultaneously.
He kept at it, plunging and pistoning in and out, feeling the vibration of the girl's tongue as he packed the guy's shit in, cornholing him with heated laboring strokes. He couldn't stop and even as the boy felt himself letting go, pouring a load of cream down the girl's mouth, Lonnie heaved forward and suddenly joined him.
He began to spray his load out, pelting the kid's ass, coming and moaning in a frenzy of delight. The heat and dry tightness of the guy's butt burned his meat raw and he kept shooting his load, gushes of semen pouring out of the blood-engorged head of his buried and ejaculating penis.
He couldn't stop and he fell forward, losing his grip, slipping down to the floor as the guy pulled away from him, collapsing as well. He lay there, ashamed of himself, but still delighted by the pleasure he had felt.
He knew he would never tell Tuck what had happened, but in the darkness it somehow didn't matter, one hole seemingly as good and convenient as another. The girl behind him finally pulled back, concentrating on fucking.
Lonnie lay surrounded by writhing bodies, wondering what had happened to Tuck, listening to the scratching of a record as it reached the end of the groove and no one got up to put on another. He was panting, breathing hard, when suddenly the lights were turned on, blinding him as he opened his mouth with surprise.
"What the fuck's going on!" someone yelled and at that instant Lonnie could see the twenty or so naked bodies, sprawled all around the living room. And just as the lights went off again someone giggled moronically as if they had pulled a great joke, he caught sight of Tuck a the far end of the room.
He opened his eyes wide, just as the lights went off.
For what he had seen freaked him out more than anything else which had already happened. Tuck was getting balled all right, but not by one guy, but by two. She had been lying on her side and someone was pounding his meat into her cunt while behind her, none other than his roommate, Chuck McCarver, was struggling to fill her tight virgin ass with nine inches of ripping red-hot cock-meat!
Lonnie jumped to his feet then, trying to move towards her, hoping that she was all right, that she wasn't in pain. But his path was blocked and he yelled out to McCarver, cursing him, ordering him to stop.
He didn't even know how his roommate had found out about the orgy, though McCarver had once said that if there was any action going on on campus, he'd know where to find it. Well, he's found it all right, Lonnie thought bitterly, cursing the jock as he tried to squeeze past the packed throng of wiggling moaning bodies.
He had no way of knowing if McCarver realized that he was trying to ball Lonnie's girl friend, but as he tried to get to them, Lonnie kept yelling, calling out to Tuck. She didn't answer him and he had visions of her having already lost consciousness, unable to endure the splitting tearing impact of Chuck McCarver's enormous and steely young pole.
People tried grabbing him, pulling him down, girls wanting him to service every part of their nubile young bodies. But Lonnie dragged himself forward, obsessed with only one thing, one person, one girl in particular.
Nothing else could stop him and he kept calling, straining to hear her reply and not getting any answer. His hands waved aimlessly, but he couldn't find them and he knelt there on the floor, cursing viciously, screaming out for McCarver's blood.
"Over here, Benton ole boy. There's still a mouth left open, cutie-pie!" Chuck McCarver suddenly called out, laughing, stoned out of his head.
"Keep talking, shit-head!" Lonnie yelled, moving through the mass of orgiasts, heading in the direction of his roommate's voice. He kept his hands out, colliding with everyone other than Tuck.
"Come on, Benton, here we are, over here, amigo!" Chuck giggled and at that instant Lonnie could hear Tuck's voice, the plaintive moans that sounded far from cries of pain or anguish.
"Yes, oh God so big, so fucking big, but do it, do it!" she was calling out and he saw red, even in the darkness.
He was almost there, nearly on top of them, Tuck's moans and wild cries assailing his ears. She likes it, she fucking loves it, he thought angrily, knowing then that McCarver wasn't to blame, that if the chick dug his huge cock, dug having two pieces of meat at the same time, he would give her a third, just to even things out.
Finally, he stumbled and felt his fingers yanking on one of her long honey-blonde braids. Smiling to himself he squatted down over her face and even as she moaned in the darkness, he slammed forward, shoving the entire hot length of his cock into her mouth.
"Now we're even!" he yelled. "Suck on it, kiddo. You want cock, well three cocks are better than two, goddamn it!"
"Temper temper," McCarver chided him, giggling sarcastically even as he worked more and more of his massive young tool down into Tuck's wiggling and painfully distended anus.
She was delirious by then, senseless, unable to see straight. Hardly aware of the fact that it was Lonnie who now ripped so brutally into her mouth, she fell back on the floor and sucked greedily, reaching up with both hands and squeezing his balls.
He groaned and kept jerking forward, lashing into her mouth, curious how it felt, if she was really so turned on as she seemed. McCarver was hissing, struggling to fill her. ass to the breaking point.
And as for the other guy, he was buried up to his nuts, pounding in and out as her pussy kept tightening, the pressure of Chuck McCarver's throbbing cunt-whacker distending her vaginal walls as he wiggled deeper and deeper into her butt.
She was pinioned between them and she lurched left and right, squeezing both sets of muscles around each pulsating ramming piece of meat. Never had she felt so buoyed up, so consumed by raw animalistic passions.
And if having two cocks inside of her wasn't enough, she now had to contend with Lonnie's, still not realizing who it was who had rammed into her gaping mouth, demanding to be sucked off, blown and serviced until he came.
But whoever it was, and Lonnie wasn't saying another word, she no longer minded in the least. She gripped his meaty dick with her lips, using her tongue to paddle up and down the rampant length of his highly excitable penis.
Lonnie strained to see what was happening, holding her face steady, gripping her head between his thighs as he rammed back and forth, pistoning his cock deep inside her gurgling mouth. The liquidy warmth and pressure delighted him as it had done before, but his passions merged with his anger and he was savage in the way he kept pounding down, throat-fucking her so that she could hardly breathe as more than half the length of his pulsating dick slipped past her tonsils and actually moved down her throat.
And on either side of her, McCarver and the other guy were still at it. By this time, Chuck had finally managed to work the entire hard length of his massive young prong deep inside Tuck's virgin asshole. The pain was ebbing off for her by then, replaced by a frictioning heat as both boys began to stroke almost together, nearly in unison.
They pistoned slowly, taking their time, relaxing as they pounded in and out and she writhed against them, moaning and whimpering even as Lonnie kept spearing his dick in and out of her mouth. She was almost lifted off the floor and it was Chuck's thick nine-inch dong which really freaked her out most of all.
She had never felt a dick so big, so thick and unwieldy. But Chuck was well experienced and he knew exactly how to handle his thick and oversized penis. He had taken his time, carefully lubricating the entire length of his hose before attempting-and finally succeeding-in-housing it inside the girl's tight and narrow little anus.
He didn't know that Tuck was Lonnie's girl friend, because in the dark every pussy had seemed pretty similar, except Rhoda's that is, which he had already gotten a chance to explore firsthand. Now, he held onto Tuck and scraped his dick down along the dry narrow walls of her rectum, feeling the pulsating pressure of the other kid's meat moving in and out of her cunt.
The combination of feelings, having three cocks at once, set Tuck off moments later. Unable to stop herself, she suddenly bucked and heaved with violent urgency, pushing down towards McCarver's poker and squeezing her sphincter muscles before shoving the other way, clenching her cunt muscles around the third boy's hard and ramming penis.
A gush of cunt juice accompanied her frenzied release and in the darkness, Lonnie could hear her moaning. He could feel the intensity of her climax as well, the' way her tongue moved at breakneck speed, turning him on incredibly.
He kept pushing in and out, holding her head steady, loving the way her fingers came up to tickle his nuts as she kept on creaming, feeling the powerful waves of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her body.
McCarver panted loudly, feeling her ass muscles clenching and unclenching as he let loose and really began to pound and slam in earnest. He felt insatiable, so turned on that nothing and no one could stop him.
And even as the last convulsive waves of her climax seared her loins, even as Lonnie got closer and closer to his own orgasm, McCarver and the third kid were struggling to get off, to shoot their loads down into her body.
Tuck didn't move, straining against both of them as they kept at it, hitting into her fast and furious. She could feel the way her anal flesh was stretched brutally around McCarver's thick throbbing pole, yet the pain had vanished, replaced by a dull and throbbing heat emanating from her insides.
"Soon," he whispered, "real soon, and then you'll feel it happen, baby."
She kept working her tongue back and forth, licking along Lonnie's meaty pole as he too got nearer to his long-awaited release. But it was McCarver, the bulllish athlete moaning in joy, who was the next to get off.
Lurching forward so that she felt the way his hairy crotch was scratching like wires against the tender hairless cheeks of her ass, he held onto her and went over the edge, suddenly screaming as he began to flood her ass with such an enormous load of come that she could feel herself floating away on a sea of cream.
"Yeah, now, feel it, feel it!" he moaned, shaking against her as he split her ass to the breaking point. "Yeah, you need it, feel it now, feel a man's come, baby, hot thick come!"
He kept babbling as he shook against her, his pecker ejaculating wad after gushing wad of thick oozing semen, come which pelted her anal walls, almost soothing as a balm, dripping down and oozing out of her ass and smearing onto his damp sweaty crotch.
She felt each wave of pleasure, each wave of come and she kept jerking back against his body as he kept on hitting her ass with an abundant and creamy load of youthful gism. The way she was moaning and shaking worked on Lonnie and he too went over the edge, moments after McCarver began to cream.
With a roar that suddenly sounded recognizable to Tuck, just as she realized whose cock she was sucking on, Lonnie let loose and heaved forward, falling against her as he stiffened and went over the edge. He began to come, shooting into her mouth, searing her lips and teeth and palate with his spend.
"Yes, do it, baby, come on, Tuck!" he screamed, shaking against her as she moaned with a mixture of shame, horror and excitement, loving the fact that it was Lonnie Benton all the time and not someone else, not another stranger.
She kept sucking him off, milking his dick dry while the third boy plowed deeper and went off as well, hitting into her like a Roman candle and shooting his load down into her clenching shivering and dripping box.
She kept moaning, feeling all the come, relishing it and wanting even more. McCarver still shook spasmodically, even as his balls were emptied and his dick began to go limp. But he held himself against Tuck, not wanting to pull back.
He lay on his side, smiling to himself, listening to the way his roommate was moaning, screaming and begging for more. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. He couldn't have asked for a better set-up and he lay there, gasping, trying to catch his breath as Lonnie finally moaned heatedly and fell back on the floor.
It was over.
Tuck had sucked him dry as a bone and his balls were emptied. She swallowed the last clots of semen as the other kid pulled out and slipped away, not even staying there to catch his breath. But as far as she was concerned, she'd had it.
Enough was enough.
CHAPTER SIX
Lonnie didn't know whether to be angry with McCarver or with Tuck, or whether to forgive both of them. "Who knew, man? I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to know it was your chick? They didn't tell me whose pad it was. I just was given an address."
That was McCarver's explanation, one which Lonnie had to believe. As for Tuck, she bristled with annoyance. "I'm a free agent. What are you, some kind of male chauvinist pig. I understand you had a fine ole time with Rhoda. Well if you can be promiscuous, Lonnie Benton, so can I. I don't believe in the double standard, especially when applied to sex!"
He had to stand there and smile, not knowing what to say. She too was right, though he was still angry with both of them, still annoyed with McCarver for taking Tuck's asshole as if it was his own personal property.
But two days later things calmed down somewhat and he and his roommate were caught up in fraternity rush, something Lonnie had been looking forward to ever since arriving at Pierce State. Tuck thought the whole Greek system was undemocratic and bigoted, but Lonnie still wanted to go through with it, just to see if it was for him, just to make up his own mind.
"Anyway man," McCarver said the first night of open rush, "the worst that can happen is that we can get some free eats and maybe," and he nudged Lonnie in the ribs, "a little pussy on the side."
"How so?"
"How so?" Chuck repeated with a smirk. "Man, you're really a farmer sometimes, ya know that. Shit, didn't anyone tell you. Lots of times they hire hookers for the rushees, just to get them to pledge. It's all part of the game."
Lonnie looked at him with an expression of disbelief. "Hookers? You're putting me on, McCarver."
"Well, we'll just see about that, ole buddy," and saying that he adjusted his four-in-hand knot, buttoned his Harris tweed jacket and held the door open as Lonnie slipped past him and strode out into the hall.
They were both dressed, both out to give a good impression. Lonnie was nervous, anxious to come off as a guy with smarts, not a country bumpkin. McCarver had told him to keep nodding his head, to mention that he had money, and to say that he was pledging wherever Chuck was. "They like jocks, let me tell you."
But he didn't like the idea of being wanted solely because they wanted Chuck. So after making the rounds of several houses, all of them not particularly to Lonnie's liking, he split up and went off on his own, heading down Fraternity Row with the frat house lights blazing and the crowds of freshmen men walking hurriedly down the streets.
He arrived at the Tri Chi house, straightened his tie, pulled back his shoulders, and mounted the steps. Inside the front room, a table had been set and he introduced himself, giving his name and home town.
"Sidonville?" the kid at the reception table said with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Hey, one of our brothers used to come from Sidonville. Let me get him over here."
That of course was all part of the game, but when a tall and well-dressed upperclassman emerged out of the milling crowd of fraternity brothers and rushees, Lonnie broke into a smile. He no longer felt like a stranger, extending his hand as he heard the other boy laughing with amusement.
"Benton, who would have thunk it! Shit, I didn't know you were at Pierce!"
The boy's name was Ted Quinn and Lonnie had occasionally played ball with him when he was back in high school. But just before he graduated, when Lonnie was still a sophomore, Ted had moved with his family, leaving Sidonville forever.
Now, they stood in the middle of the brightly lit front room, chatting amiably, exchanging gossip and snatches of news about the people they knew back home. Lonnie felt relaxed and comfortable and he wondered if joining a fraternity might not be as awful and undemocratic as Tuck had insisted.
"Listen man," and Ted drew Lonnie aside, out of earshot from the other rushees coming through the front door, all looking anxious and uptight, "you gotta join our house. It's a blast, let me tell you."
He turned his eyes to the ceiling and Lonnie followed, looking up to where the paint was chipped and a dull water stain spread out around the hanging light fixture. He didn't know what Ted expected him to see up there, but he kept his neck craned just the same.
Quinn kept whispering, putting his hand around Lonnie's shoulders in a gesture of fraternalism. "Man," he continued to whisper, "we get all the ass we want, free for the asking."
Lonnie's eyes widened accordingly and a faint but jaded smile slowly etched itself along his lips. So McCarver wasn't bullshitting, he thought to himself, nodding his head and keeping his hands deep in his pockets, already feeling his cock undergoing the first faint yet insistent twinges of sexual anticipation.
"Sure," Quinn announced in a breathy low-pitched voice, still keeping his eyes towards the ceiling. "Even the house mother doesn't know what's going on. Man," and he leaned over Lonnie until Lonnie could smell the mixture of beer and booze on the older boy's breath, "she lives right upstairs, right in the fucking attic!"
"Who does?" Lonnie asked. "A hooker?"
"Hooker? Hooker my ass, boy. A chick, a real-live little run-away groupie type. Shit, man we get it up the ass, let me tell you. She's a real fuckin' nympho, puts out ... begs for it. I'm tellin' you, Benton, we brothers at Tri Chi have it good ... real real good!"
Lonnie's eyes flickered and opened wide. A groupie, a little hot-blooded teenybopper, he thought to himself.
The whole idea turned him on incredibly, as if he could go upstairs once he was a brother, any time he pleased. To have all the ass he wanted, handed to him op a silver platter. But he tried to take into account McCarver's admonitions, to play it cool and even distant.
"Well ... you know how these things are, Ted," he told the upperclassman. "I have a chick now and all. It's really no big deal just to have some scummy little broad puttin' it out all the time."
Quinn looked at him curiously, finding Lonnie's studied and casual comments hard to believe. "Scummy?" he repeated. "Brother, La-belle ain't scummy, take it from me."
"Labelle? What kind of fuckin' name is La-belle?"
Quinn couldn't believe he was talking to the same dippy kid he used to play touch football with, back at Sidonville. He couldn't get over the apparent change in Lonnie Benton, the way the young man was slowly being transformed from a country yokel into what Quinn liked to think of as a real smart dude.
"Labelle's the pussy's name," he said, slapping Lonnie playfully on the shoulders. And then his eyes brightened. "Hey, why don't the two of us mosey along upstairs. That's what she's there for."
"I'd love a beer first," Lonnie said hurriedly, wondering how much longer he would be able to maintain his pose, his cool studied attitude.
But whatever he was doing, it certainly seemed to be working. Quinn looked more impressed than ever and though Lonnie still didn't even know if he wanted to join a fraternity or not, and Tri Chi in particular, he followed Quinn downstairs to the bar, right off the basement dining room.
Fortified by the cool draft, listening to the high-pitched and nervous laughter of the other rushees, Lonnie felt buoyed up, more studly and cool than ever. Taking his time, he followed Ted Quinn back upstairs, past the house mother's small suite of rooms and up the winding stairs to the second and third floors of the old rambling Georgian house.
"She'll love ya," Quinn said with a smirk. "But then again, Labelle loves everyone, anything in pants."
Lonnie smiled to himself.
Pussy was pussy, no two ways about it. And if he could get a fuck out of the evening, more credit to him. After all, McCarver was always bragging about the coeds he put away, almost a new one everyday, despite the fact that he was still dating Alice.
So why not me? Lonnie asked himself. I deserve it.
He kept following Quinn, the young man's tall and angular body stooped over as he plodded up the three flights of stairs. Finally, turning to Lonnie and putting a finger to his lips, they reached the attic. "Labelle?" he whispered, rapping lightly on a door at the far end of the narrow hallway, a corridor lined by the fraternity brothers' steamer trunks and other pieces of luggage. "You there?"
Lonnie heard a strange little giggle and Quinn smiled triumphantly and pushed the door open, stepping quickly inside as Benton followed close behind. The door was shut and locked behind him and he stood there, looking into the small red-lit room.
It was a regular boudoir, fit for a whore, not a renegade teeny-bopper. At the far end was an old brass bed and lying in a pair of satin lounging pajamas, real 1930's camp, was none other than the infamous Labelle.
She lay stretched out, smoking a cigarette, her eyes distant and hazy. But it wasn't a cigarette after all, for as they moved closer, Lonnie could see that the girl was smoking a joint. She had a strangely dissipated look on her face, despite the fact that she didn't look a day older than seventeen, maybe even younger than that.
"How ya doin', kiddo?" Ted asked, sitting down on the edge of the double bed and running his fingers up and down her nearest leg. "I brought a friend for you, a real great guy."
Labelle turned her face towards Lonnie, giggled and smiled broadly. She was better looking than he had expected, larger than Tuck, but having the same kind of small-boned delicacy. Her hair was a rich chestnut brown, shaggy and layered as it rested on the feather pillows.
"He's cute," she told Quinn, motioning to Lonnie with her long-lashed eyes. "I like to meet new people, 'stead of staying in this hole all day, just seein' the same guys."
"Well, we're gonna get you a whole new bunch of guys, Labelle," Ted Quinn said, speaking as if to a mental patient. "About two dozen new freshmen. And you can have the first grabs, how's that?"
She brightened up and even as she reached out with one hand and began to return Quinn's caresses, stroking her fingers up and down his nearest arm, she used her other hand to motion to Lonnie to move closer.
He felt awkward and more than just a little bit frightened. The whole scene was reminiscent of that first day at the dorm, when he'd carried on with McCarver and Alice. But now, it was somehow different, strange and vaguely uncomfortable.
"Have a toke, cutie," she giggled, handing him the cigarette holder and the joint.
He accepted gratefully, sucking down the smoke with greedy delight, wanting to feel more relaxed, comfortable and at ease with himself and the situation. He passed it on to Quinn and sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering what was going to happen, knowing he would have preferred being alone with the girl.
But Quinn didn't look like he was in any hurry to leave. He leaned back on his elbows and inhaled the grass, staring into Labelle's heavily made up eyes. Behind all the makeup, Lonnie could see that she was really cute, with a pug nose and a winning smile.
But the scene was weird, really strange and he kept smoking, hoping to calm down and feel more comfortable once he was stoned. He had to control his jitters when the girl reached down and casually tickled him with her hand, rubbing her" palm up past his knee and onto his thigh.
The room was silent, hushed, and no one spoke. Quinn's eyes were half-closed and as for Lonnie, he couldn't believe how powerful the grass was. He was far gone and only after a few tokes. Now he giggled nervously and looked intently at Labelle.
Her tits seemed wonderfully soft, rising up behind the satin front of her campy pajama outfit. Unable to resist, wondering what would happen, he extended his hand and pressed it down on her boobs. She giggled loudly then and sank back against the pillows, not saying another word.
Quinn just lay there, caught up in his own thoughts. But Lonnie was not about to relax or take things slow. The more he stroked Labelle's heavy rounded knockers, larger and fuller than Tuck's, the more turned on he became.
He could feel her nipples swelling, poking up with hot insistence and he rotated his palm over each stiff-standing little bud until she was actually writhing on the bed, almost as if she was in heat.
Her lewd and sensual motions made him grin and he rubbed his other hand down against his swollen crotch. His cock bulged up, tenting the material along his trouser leg, reaching down along the inside of one thigh.
Lonnie rubbed his fingers over the hard rigid bulge, pressing his hand down against Labelle's knockers. She kept squirming on the bed, opening her satin-clad thighs as wide apart as she could. And then her hands came down and she pushed Lonnie's probing fingers aside.
"Watch," she whispered, stoned and laughing grossly.
He stared between her legs as ever so slowly she began to rub her fingers down along the plump heaving outline of her box. His eyes widened as she circled her pussy, exciting him and turning him on as never before.
Her chest rose and fell, the points of her nipples distinct impressions against the satin. But it was the way she moved, the way her slim supple thighs quivered, the way she knew how to turn him on, which really got Lonnie going.
All this time Quinn was lying there, but now he opened his eyes and smiled, watching Labelle as intently as Lonnie was. The girl's pa-jama bottoms had a fly, a slit which opened directly over her pussy.
Now, still staring intently and refusing to let him reach out and touch, to explore her body on his own and with his own two hands, she reached down and unsnapped the single mother-of-pearl button which held up the pajama bottoms around her slim girlish waist.
"Just sit, and watch," Quinn whispered to him, having already gone through similar scenes with the teenager.
So Lonnie sat on the edge of the bed, dry-mouthed, feeling the smarting ache of his unrelieved pecker, his cock hard and unruly inside his trousers. And as he stared with wide and unblinking, feverish eyes, Labelle slowly opened up the flap of her pajama bottoms.
The top part .reached to her waist, not obscuring her snatch in the least. He kept staring, drilling his eyes down to the point of promise and pleasure, gazing in awe as ever so slowly the flaps widened as she pushed the pajama bottoms down off of her hips and bottom.
And then he drooled, his mouth watering as she pulled them all the way down and Quinn snatched them off of her legs, throwing them onto the floor. But he made no move to touch her, holding Lonnie back with a hand around the back of his neck.
"Let her go on," he whispered, wildly aroused by the teenager's deliberately suggestive and unnervingly delightful display.
For as they continued to watch, Lonnie stared at the thick tuft of chestnut-brown hair which grew, all wiry and curly above her notch. Her slit, the furrow itself, was a good five inches long, covered with a thin sparse layer of hair which extended along her outer cunt lips.
These were amazingly matured, nearly as thick as his own lips and a dark red color, slightly drooping and ragged-edged. The hole itself was not open, but the lips clung to each other, glistening with cunt juice.
Whereas her legs were firm and supple, youthful and girlish as well, her pussy was marvelously developed. It seemed to him that this was because she balled all the time, though he knew it really had nothing to do with that.
She bit down on her lower lip and as the two boys continued to watch, gently took hold of each rubbery lapel with the tips of her fingers. She pulled them back as Lonnie kept staring hotly, looking now right inside her pussy and amazed at the way her clit wiggled visibly, so dark red it looked as if she had roughed it before they'd come into the room.
It kept wiggling, outlined by the wet slippery inner surface of her box and, further down, the widening as her pussy opened up to accommodate anything from a finger to a rolling pin. Her mons, the swelling of fatty tissue right above the top edge of her cunt furrow, was likewise well-develped and matured and Lonnie longed to reach out and touch her box, wanting to explore every inch of what he already knew was one of the most beautiful cunts he had ever seen in his life.
But Labelle was not about to be rushed.
The hot-blooded little nymphomaniac held her cunt lips apart and began to push forward as Lonnie saw the twin rounded globes of her ass, plump yet not fat, bouncing on top of the bed. She piveted towards him, pulling her legs slowly back and lowering her head.
He watched, not believing his eyes. She kept pulling her legs back as if she was double-jointed, going into some kind of Eastern yogi position. But her cunt kept moving closer to him, rising up off the bed as her head curved back and her hands still held onto the thick sausage-like lips of her cooze.
Finally, she stopped and he could hear his heart beating wildly. Labelle's pussy was less than six inches from his hand, arching up, quivering as she held her back bowed and straining, her legs spread wide as well.
"Yes," he heard her whisper then. "Touch it. Feel me."
Shaking almost fitfully, amazed at the way she was calling the shots and controlling the situation, Lonnie watched her as he reached out, pressing his palm flat against the springy cushion of her chestnut-hued pussy.
Labelle whimpered and twitched, pushed forward as his palm moved up and down, feeling the entire springy growth of her pubic bush, the swelling of her mons veneris, the way her cunt lips were hot and almost puffy against his fingers.
He turned his hand over and stroked, his five fingers sliding up and down as she held her lips apart. And when he grabbed hold of her button-like clit, the little hot red pea wiggling between his thumb and forefinger, she wailed with desire, pumping more frantically now, furiously slamming up and down and encouraging him to continue.
Oblivious to Quinn, who sat there and watched with a jaded smile on his lips, more concerned with getting Lonnie to pledge Tri Chi than with Labelle's hot-blooded and sensual antics-fun and games he had witnessed dozens of times before, Lonnie kept at it, stroking hotly and excitedly.
"Yes," he heard the lusty teenager whisper, her jugs flopping back and forth as she kept craning her box towards his hand. "Feel it, all of it. And lick me, lick me, too, cutie. I want to feel your tongue licking and stroking up and down, in and out."
Well, that was all Lonnie Benton had to hear.
Nothing could hold him back or stop him as he leaned forward, crouching there on the bed, resting on the backs of his legs as he pushed his face down to her arched and spread-eagled thighs. His tongue swooped down, hot and eager, and he lashed it up and down the full five inches of her gaping and brimming split.
A moan escaped her lips and her box twitched violently as he seared her with his sensuous touch. Ignoring Ted Quinn, Lonnie worked harder and faster, licking more eagerly and deliberately now, touching and slurping over every available inch of her pussy.
He chewed lustfully, nibbling on the hairy outer lips, holding them apart when Labelle dropped her hands to her sides. The girl kept pumping towards him, smashing down against his slobbering mouth.
It was fantastic the way she undulated and moved like waves churning up against the sand.
He kept licking, drinking down the hot oily trickles of her abundant cunt juice until his lips were shiny, smeared with her sap. The dark-red interior of her box was slippery with dew and he kept licking, lashing his tongue over the head of her clit, curling it tightly and nipping at the shaft of her pea-shaped swollen organ.
"Yes, do that, again, suck on it, suck it into your mouth," she begged, telling him exactly what to do, how to turn her on and get her hot and excited.
He pressed his lips down until they were engulfed by the meaty resilient folds of her pulsating muff. And when he gripped her clitoris, taking in the entire organ between his lips, she started shaking and rocking on the bed, banging down against his mouth.
Curious and horny, eager to get her so aroused that he would be able to do anything he wanted, Lonnie reached down with one hand, past the lowest edge of her gaping cunt furrow. He could just about see the pink wrinkles encircling her tightly clenched anus, the bumhole looked indented, pushed back, a mere slit he oiled with spit and cunt juice.
She didn't stop him, but seemed to visibly relax, holding her breath as he pushed his thumb down gently, not wanting to hurt her. Labelle winced and then the folds of anal tissue spread open and he slowly thrust his thumb right inside, past the ring of perianal flesh.
He pushed it forward and even as his tongue kept coiling like a boa constrictor around her wiggling and pulsating clit, he rammed his index finger right inside, pressing it down on the bottom wall of her cunt.
He was gripping the septum, the partition separating her anus from her vagina, able to feel his thumb on the other side of the thin elastic membrane. He rubbed the tips of each finger against the other, gripping her box and ass as she began to shake with the agony of her pleasure.
"Yes, do that again, keep doing that, both ... both fingers," she moaned, pushing up against his hand as he clutched at her asshole and her cunt, frictioning his fingers even more quickly, loving the way she rolled her hips to the side and reached up to grab hold of her hot pointy young nipples.
Her body seemed like a well-oiled sexual machine and the longer he kept at it, finger-fucking her bottom-hole and her snatch, eating her out and loving the musky taste of her juicy split, the more turned on the two of them became.
But it was Ted Quinn, having given Lonnie the delightful responsibility of arousing Labelle to the point of no return, who now took advantage of the situation. Not saying a word, drugged and stoned from the Acapulco gold he had smoked, he got up off the bed and began to get undressed.
Labelle's wanton and lewd display, the way Lonnie had proven so adept at turning her on, had only gotten him hornier than ever. His thick throbbing young tool bulged hotly inside this chino slacks and he took off his blue blazer and hung it neatly over a chair, not removing his eyes from between the teen-ager's legs.
Lonnie kept at it, ignoring Quinn, not even realizing what the fraternity brother was going to do. He was panting as loudly as Labelle, fondling his meat with one hand and knowing that any minute she would either go over the edge and come or else he would.
But he wanted to save that moment of pleasure and so he made sure to take his time, even as Ted Quinn undid his club tie and unbuttoned his shirt. The grass seemed to slow him down, despite the fact that he wanted to get back on the bed and plow right inside the teenybopper's snatch.
And as he took off his clothes, Lonnie was still eating her out, unable to tear himself away. More quickly now, Ted Quinn shed his clothes, more impatient the more naked he became. He wanted her now and he stripped down until he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting white undershorts.
These he shucked off with a rapid motion of his hands, standing there with his hardon arching up, thrust up along his stomach. Smiling broadly, knowing that Labelle had always loved his meat in the past, he now moved back to the bed.
He put his hands on Lonnie's shoulders, nearly dragging him off of the girl. Labelle was moaning, thrashing fitfully on the bed. Lonnie turned his head over his shoulder, took one look at Quinn's naked body and hurriedly got up off the bed, racing to take off his clothes.
He had seen the look of animalistic passion and wild excitement in the boy's eyes, excitement that was certainly a match for Quinn's stiff and handsome poker. The boy's cock throbbed visibly and his tight and youthful scrotum thwacked between his muscular and hairy thighs.
Now, even as Lonnie hurried to get undressed, Quinn got up on the bed and knelt between Labelle's spread-eagled thighs. She looked up and smiled, well-acquainted with Ted Quinn's masterfully virile technique.
Beyond him, she could already see Lonnie getting undressed, his naked chest hot and sweaty, the smooth planes and contours of his torso pleasing her to no end. She wanted him more than Quinn, having already known Ted's body on the most intimate of circumstances. But for the moment, the girl had to content herself with the upperclassman.
Ted rested on his knees and pulled her slightly higher until her pussy-brimming and overflowing with her abundant and randy juices-brushed invitingly against the round swollen head of his circumcised pecker.
He didn't even bother to guide his meat into place. Holding onto her fleshy ass cheeks as she lifted her head, resting on her shoulders and half-inclined off the bed, he thrust down, the muscles rippling hotly across his lean muscular stomach.
"Good, good do it, yes, I want it," she wailed as she pushed her hips forward, trying to capture his long throbbing dong and hold it down in place inside of her.
He lunged against her, wiggling forward as he tried to pound his dong into place. First, he missed and it slipped down towards her clenching asshole. But then he tried a second time, spearing it forward as she wiggled towards his straining phallus.
"Yes!" Labelle suddenly cried out, rocking anxiously back and forth as she felt the way his cock was filling her, rushing down with a great meaty surge.
Quinn moaned hotly, watching the progress of his rigid dick. He kept shaking, slamming down, not about to take his time until he had succeeded in storing the entire length of his prong down inside of the teen-ager's tight and juicy muff.
It slid easily into place, well-oiled by her abundant sap, scraping along the tightening straining walls of her pussy until his wiry pubic bush scratched and frictioned against her plump young mons and his balls knocked against her asshole, tickling her fundament and adding immeasurably to their pleasure.
Labelle clenched her cunt muscles and practice had given her tremendous control over them, so much so that Ted moaned wildly as he felt the way they nipped and clutched at his rigid hydrant. He was inside of her as far as possible, the smooth blood-engorged head of his dick already knocking on her cervix, threatening to break right into her womb.
But even before he could begin to stroke, to move hotly and anxiously in and out of her tight and succulent young box, Lonnie Benton moved towards the bed, led on by Labelle's wild cries of passion and lust, led on by the way his penis thrust out into the air, spearing in her direction.
He was going to get his share of the action, and he knew exactly what it was that he intended to do. For even then, even as he moved towards the brass bed, the image of Tuck writhing on the floor, sucking him off while McCarver cornholed her and another kid plowed into her snatch, consumed him, a vision he could never forget.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Led on by Labelle's wild cries of excitement, Lonnie walked across the room and got up on the bed, just as Quinn began to lash in and out, the boy's muscular young body moving lithely atop the teenager.
He pounded in and out, drilling as deep as he could while Labelle squirmed and wiggled voluptuously, egging him on and begging for more. The sight of the two of them, fucking so energetically and excitedly, turned Lonnie on more than ever.
Determined to have his way, he began by pushing Ted and the girl onto their sides. "Can't you wait five minutes?" Quinn asked with annoyance, not understanding what Lonnie was after.
But instead of replying, he just pushed them over until they rolled onto their sides and Labelle's plump white ass, the skin smooth and as satiny as her pajamas had been, was thrust forward in his direction.
The girl turned her head over to her side, looking first at Lonnie's bristling crotch before saying anything to him. She opened her mouth wide and thrust out her tongue. "Let me taste it, cutie," she said.
But Lonnie had something other than a blow-job in mind.
Ted had stopped, holding himself steady with his cock buried inside, right up to the root. He looked curiously at Lonnie Benton, still annoyed with the young man. "Hey, what's the number you're pulling?"
"No number," Lonnie giggled, spitting into the palm of his hand and rubbing his slobber up and down the gristly length of his bulging hardon.
He slid into place, getting on his side and gripping his meat with one hand while he pulled Labelle's buns apart until he could see the exact position of her moist and cringing asshole. Her eyes opened wide then, but rather than make a move to stop him, as he still feared, she relaxed her sphincter muscles, knowing even before Quinn did what Lonnie was about to do.
"Take it slow, cutie," she snickered, pushing forward until Quinn's lean hairy belly rubbed tantalizingly against her own smooth plump stomach.
Quinn was on the verge of freaking out.
Despite his rather extensive experience in such matters, especially since Labelle had become-more or less-a fixture in the frat house, he'd never been part of a scene like this. His respect for Lonnie multiplied even as the teenager grabbed his cock and pushed it down against Labelle's pink and crinkled asshole.
"Yes, but slow, real nice and slow," she whispered, straining against Quinn's hardon as he slid back and forth as gently as possible, nevertheless frictioning so that the two of them kept wiggling with excitement.
Both Labelle and Ted Quinn watched Lonnie intently, even as he took aim, thrusting down towards the narrow puckered opening of the girl's anus. He had fully moistened his cock and some of her sap had oozed down, leaking into her furrow and lubricating her tender anal aperture.
Now, it was easier than he had expected.
Gripping her around the waist, ignoring Quinn's wide-opened and amazed expression, Lonnie pushed forward, wiggling down as he tried to stuff the head of his pecker right inside the teenager's bottomhole.
"Slow, take it slow, slow," she enjoined him, trying to relax, wanting to feel both cocks shoved all the way inside of her but still a little apprehensive about the pain.
She had only done this once before, when she'd been hitching cross-country several months earlier. At the time, she'd gotten a ride with two truckdrivers and though she had come to expect such treatment, she was still amazed and frightened by the savage way they had taken her, raping her anally and vaginally, separately and then together.
But by then, the pain had become a dull throbbing ache and the pleasure she had finally felt, having two huge throbbing pieces of red-hot meat piercing in and out of her like daggers, turned her on incredibly.
Although Lonnie and even Quinn were not as well-hung as those two truckdrivers, she was still deriving incredible pleasure from them, knowing that it was the way a guy moved and not the size of his dick, which really was the most important.
Now, she held her breath, relaxing as he pushed down and the slick elastic folds of muscular tissue began to spread open, slipping tightly around his sloping and bulbous glans. He was gasping and kept at it, refusing to stop, finally lunging down with a brutal cry of delight as the head of his dick surged forward, sucked up inside Labelle's tender young bottom.
Her rectal walls were stretched apart, opening wide in order to accommodate the smooth round head of his penis. He stopped dead in his tracks then, already feeling the pressure of Quinn's meat on the other side of the septum.
As for Quinn, he now understood what Lonnie had been after and he was even grateful, for the pressure of Benton's tool tightened Labelle's pussy, causing the walls to cave in, to collapse around his pole.
The tight searing heat turned him on and he shivered as Labelle kept moaning, pushing back and forth as Lonnie now proceeded to drill deeper, not content until he had stored the entire length of his penis into place, deep inside the girl's clenching asshole.
He pushed deeper, wiggling against her and licking the back of her neck as his crotch pressed down against her buns, tickling her smooth plump bottom. He tried fitting into the curve of her ass and back, straining and moaning as loudly as she was, always moving as more and more of his penis slid into place.
Quinn drew slightly back, easing off the pressure on her divisional membrane as Lonnie bounded down, pressing feverishly against her as he screamed and felt the way her dry and almost raspy anal walls scratched and rubbed against his cock-shaft.
"Yes, harder, give it to me, all of it, the two of you. I want both ... both of you," the girl moaned feverishly as she began to squeeze both sets of muscles, alternating the pressure as Quinn thrust down again and Lonnie finally stopped, gasping for breath now that he was buried inside of her ass as far as was physically possible.
The dry heat and searing tightness thrilled him to the quick and he remembered how good it had felt cornholing the kid at the orgy. But this was even tighter and her ass squished loudly as she pressed her rectal muscles down and the walls of her butt gripped his meaty prong, holding him down in place.
Gently, he eased halfway out and Quinn began to match his strokes, feeling Lonnie's cock moving frantically on the other side. Both teenagers shot forward in unison, drilling down as hard and as fast as they could.
Labelle's scream of delicious agony and sexual excitement was caught in Tier throat as she rose up off the bed, caught between the two spearing and projecting poles of their frantically moving cocks. "Yes, more, fuck me you pricks, harder, harder!" she screamed, shaking in voluptuous agony as they pounded down once again.
She could feel them scraping and digging in, burning her, their wiry pubic bushes and hairy groins rubbing up against her skin. Her cunt muscles fluttered, the rubbery outer flanges of cunt-meat adhering stickily to Quinn's muscular and throbbing pole.
Lonnie breathed hoarsely, reviling in the excruciatingly tight pressure, enjoying Quinn's simultaneous movements as they both pulled out to the tip of their cocks before jerking forward and hitting into Labelle once again.
She quivered and rocked with delight, pushing left and right as they kept at it. Lonnie could hear the loud impact of two sets of nuts and when Labelle lifted her top leg and dropped it over his thigh, Quinn wiggled closer until the boys' nuts brushed against each other, tickling themselves as well as the teenybopper.
"Do that, again, keep going, slow then fast, fast and fast," she mumbled, still shaking as she got nearer to her own tumultuous release.
They intensified their attack, panting from the exertion as they lit into her with all of their youthful energy and might. Lonnie kept sucking on the back of Labelle's neck while Quinn's fingers groped for the girl's jugs, tweaking the taut hard nipples until she was screaming with pleasure.
"Yes, now, I'm gonna come, you're making me crazy ... crazy!" she cried out, thrashing violently so that Lonnie's cock slipped out, all hot and mucky.
He grabbed it and pounded down again, filling her up with one single stroke. Foam flecked her lips and her body was dripping wet, perspiration dotted her forehead and moistening his chest and crotch so that he slid against her, hard strokes now, rapid volleying insertions as she suddenly stiffened and went over the edge with a scream that reminded him of a cry he had heard from a madwoman in a horror movie.
The gush of juice, the frenzied muscular contractions, the way she trembled, all worked on both of them. They grew more wild and passionate and Quinn suddenly reached over with one hand and slammed his palm down against Lonnie's heaving jiggling rump.
"Do it, together, we'll all come," he said breathlessly, slapping Lonnie's ass once again so that his skin prickled and burned.
He was too caught up in the mindless fury of their sexual acrobatics to be aware of anything but the unending tension emanating from Labelle's well-filled and clenching rump. She kept squeezing her anal muscles, milking his dong until Lonnie knew that it was finally about to happen.
Spurred on by her wild cries, by the way she seemd to be coming without letup, he banged in and out in a frenzy of pleasure and desire, feeling his balls hitting against her legs, swacking against Quinn's hairy scrotum as well.
The older boy slapped Lonnie across the ass once again. "I ... I can't hold ... hold back," he muttered, barely able to speak as his body rattled against her and he found himself moaning as his come started pouring out in a hot searing stream.
The first ejaculations, the first viscid gushes of semen, made Labelle more wild than ever. She clamped her muscles around his straining penis and Lonnie could feel the way Quinn's pecker was jerking inside the girl's muff.
The ejaculations were like vibrations, turning him on, goading him forward as he too finally crashed against her and let go, releasing the hot churning load of come that was stored inside his wildly swinging balls.
"Yes, together, feel it, baby! Feel my come, come," he babbled, hugging her close to him as his tool gushed a thick gurgling cascade of cream, come which poured out like a jet of boiling water.
She kept shaking against them, rocking back and forth as they both showered her with their hot loads of semen, their gism filling both of her holes, oozing down between her legs and coating her crotch with a white slimy residue.
Lonnie was panting, moaning with joy as his body kept shaking and he pressed against her as hard as he could, digging down so that his cock was rubbing frantically against her clutching rectal walls. The incredible heat of her bottom, that and the tightness of her fundament, made him writhe in delight.
He couldn't believe that he was still coming, one ejaculation following after another as he kept pouring come into her ass until he could feel it sloshing against his straining dick, coating his meat.
Quinn moaned loudly as well, thrashing against Labelle until with her help his balls were drained, milked dry like an infant straining at a mother's teat. He collapsed on the bed, still grasping her knockers and panting, trying to catch his breath.
Lonnie lay quiet by then, his eyes half-closed, his body burning and dripping with sweat. It had been just as exciting as he had hoped, even better than expected. Labelle's face was a bright red and her chest rose and fell as she too tried to come to her senses.
Her muscles fluttered weakly, trying to hold them in place. Lonnie felt his dick slowly going limp, sliding down through her rectal passage until it slipped out of her widely distended hole, lolling across one thigh, all slimy with come and spittle.
He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, slowly returning to his senses. McCarver had once again proven himself correct, aware of the kind of things happening at college. He could feel himself changing, even then.
No longer was he the same person who had kissed his parents good-bye at the Sidonville bus depot. In the short space of time since he had started his freshman year at college, a whole world of experience had been opened up for him.
Now, he smiled contentedly, hardly aware of Quinn when the upperclassman got off the bed and tapped him on the shoulder, motioning to Lonnie's clothes. "Sure," he muttered, though he really didn't want to get up and, leave. "Whatever you say, ole buddy."
If he sounded then like Chuck McCarver, he wasn't even aware of it. He got up and wiped himself off with a towel Ted Quinn had tossed to him. Labelle was half-asleep, still breathing hard as he saw the come which oozed out of her crimson sheath, sticking to the sheets.
"And if you become a brother," Ted said as he opened the door to the small attic room, "you can expect this kind of shit ... anytime you fucking please."
* * *
"You're putting me on!"
"No, I'm serious man. Just like I told you, upstairs, the whole effing bit," Lonnie told his roommate later that night after rush was over. "It was fucking unreal."
"Why you little cocksucker," McCarver grinned, secretly jealous because he hadn't done nearly as well. "But Tri Chi's a third-rate house. Everyone knows that."
"Who says I'm gonna pledge? I had a free fuck didn't I? That's all that counts ... at least, you're always telling me that," Lonnie went on, tired and anxious to hit the sack.
McCarver looked at him ruefully, forced to nod his head in agreement. He was jealous and pissed off and he went out of the room and down the hall to take a shower, leaving Lonnie lying there on his bed, thinking of what had happened and more pleased and self-satisfied than ever before.
But when he called Tuck the following evening, having already made up his mind to string Tri Chi along, at least until he had another opportunity to enjoy Labelle at his leisure, she was incredibly furious, angry with him as never before.
Although he hadn't told her about Labelle and didn't intend to, just the mention of rush enraged her. "You reactionary bastard!" she screamed so loudly that he jumped back, holding the telephone at arm's length and still able to hear her anger.
"I didn't say I was going to pledge," he muttered, knowing it would be the worst thing for their budding relationship to reveal what had happened the night before.
"But you're going to their fucking rush functions, aren't you?" she demanded.
"So?"
"So?" Tuck repeated, bristling with defiance. "So you don't have to bother with me, Lonnie Benton. I'm not just another little hippie chick you can shit on."
"But I've never done that," he protested. "I like you. You know I care a helluva lot about you, Tuck."
"The name is Olivia to you, prick!" she spat out. "I have no use for fascist pigs who join bigoted undemocratic socially backward organizations. So fuck off and get yourself a nice little sorority girl, 'cause I've had it, freshman!"
The last word rang in his ear long after she slammed the phone down on him, leaving him holding onto the receiver and trembling with anger. Just who the fuck does she think she is? he thought to himself as he finally hung up. She knows me less than a month and all of a sudden I'm a fascist pig. Well, we'll just see about that.
Determined to have it out with her, glad that he could use the orgy she had staged as suitable ammunition for his argument, he left the library where he had been studying and headed for her apartment. He muttered angrily to himself, still hearing the way she had yelled at him and called him names.
But when he reached the by now familiar set of rickety wooden stairs which led up to the back entrance and the kitchen of her apartment, he stopped short and wondered if he was making a mistake or not. Maybe I should just let it blow over, or lie to her and tell her I've given up on joining a fraternity.
He really had no desire to become a member, preferring to remain independent and on his own. That's what I'll tell you, he decided. I won't make a big deal. In fact, I'll play it cool and tell her I'm sorry, that it was me who made the mistake.
Glad that he had reached what he saw as a workable solution, he hurried up the stairs, thinking of Tuck and more glad than ever that he had met her. He found the door ajar, which wasn't unusual, but before he could even call out and announce his presence, he was aware of sounds that were by now quite familiar.
The little whore, he thought angrily to himself as he tiptoed through the kitchen. She hangs up on me and one hour later she's balling someone else, the cunt.
He cocked his head to one side and listened, piercing the silence as the whimpers grew louder, the panting moans and creaking bed-springs all announcing to him exactly what was going on inside her bedroom.
The moans were frenzied, writhing and the hair along the back of his neck bristled in anger. I wonder what excuse she'll give about this, he thought to himself as he kept moving cautiously through the kitchen and into the living room.
The bedroom door was ajar and he could even hear the sound of someone sucking, the slapping slurp of lip against lip, the loud tonguing slobbering drooling noises of sexual involvement and erotic excitement.
They seemed to grow louder the closer he moved towards the bedroom and he finally stopped by the threshold and craned his neck around the corner of the short hall. Fortunately or not, the bedroom door was opened wide and when Lonnie took one look, he jerked back as if stung, not believing what he had seen.
It can't be, he said to himself, trying to control his shakes as he once again leaned forward and stuck his head out, looking into Tuck's bedroom.
Sure enough, his eyes had not deceived him.
Tuck was there all right and she certainly wasn't alone. But she also wasn't with anyone Lonnie had expected. He was certain he'd find her balling ... screwing a guy, that is. But what he now saw confused him more than ever.
For Tuck was most intimately involved with none other than her roommate, Rhoda, the plump girl from New York whose hugely developed clit Lonnie had been given a chance to suck at the orgy. He just stood there, not knowing whether to turn and run, or stand by and spy on the two of them.
But even more than the fact that two girls were in bed and having sex together, was the strangely exciting nature of the act. For Rhoda was lying on her back, her legs spread wide and her plump hairy box pushed up invitingly.
And Tuck was actually sitting on the girl's crotch and riding the long stubby appendage that was Rhoda's clit. She kept her hands on her pussy, holding her cunt lips apart, as did Rhoda. And each time she moved down on top of the girl, Lonnie could see the way Rhoda's clit wiggled forward and actually worked its way right inside Tuck's fleecy box.
They're fucking! he thought to himself, blinking rapidly and staring with what he recognized as undeniable excitement.
The whole scene was weirdly arousing, especially the sight of Rhoda's large fleshy body, her heavy udder-like boobs flapping wildly as she kept moaning, craning forward and pushing her finger-like clit deep inside her roommate's tight and girlish box.
Tuck was whimpering, moving up and down, her small budding boobs swinging in time to her rhythmic strokes. "Yes, do that again," she whimpered. "Ohh, so good, it feels so exciting, Rhoda!"
"Juicy, so hot and juicy," the heavyset girl replied, moaning as she swung her hips from side to side and the hot finger of cunt-meat lashed excitingly along one wall of Tuck's pussy and then the other.
Reaching up, Rhoda grabbed Tuck by the shoulders and pulled her down so that the girl crashed against her, cunt lips spreading wide and sticking to eath other. Tuck's pussy was dripping, oozing cunt juice which flowed down over Rhoda's hairy crotch.
The girls were both beside themselves with excitement, having no idea that Lonnie was standing by the doorway, eyeing them with growing desire. His mouth hung open and he was still amazed, listening and watching as the coral-hued lips of Rhoda's fat pouch-like cunt spread apart, enveloping Tuck's pussy and almost sucking it down, right inside of her.
The two girls moved and rocked together on the bed and Lonnie kept gaping, spying on them and reaching down to fondle his rapidly rising erection. Their skin glowed with sweat and the loud smashing sounds of cunt against cunt rang invitingly in his ears.
"Yes, I'll come soon, keep doing that. Ohh Rhoda, it feels better than a finger, so long and tickly and hot," Tuck whispered, pushing down with all of her might.
"I can feel yours too, touching me," Rhoda panted, holding Tuck steady as she kept pumping her hips forward, their pubic bushes wet and tangling together as their snatches rubbed briskly against each other.
Both girls were getting closer to their climax and Lonnie now decided that come hell or high water, he wasn't going to stand around like a voyeur and get his rocks off spying on them. Still watching, he began to silently undress, tossing his clothes behind him, stepping back into the living room and silently pulling down his jeans.
He kicked off his sneakers and peeled down his underpants, standing there stark naked and trembling with excitement. His cock was burning by then, hard and rigid as he grasped it with his fingers and stroked up and down the length of his thick pulsating dong.
Smiling to himself, hearing the way their cries of passion grew louder, more dramatic and more intense as the bedsprings creaked rhythmically in time to their frenzied motions, he moved back to the doorway.
Rhoda was moaning, babbling with lust, her pussy dripping murky trickles of sap which flowed down into Tuck's narrow succulent young muff. Her clit was on fire, frictioning and scraping along the edge of her roommate's vulva, the pressure of each searing thrust weakening her until she could no longer hold back.
With a wail of animalistic passion she shoved upwards and pulled Tuck down as she began to come, spraying her juice into Tuck's clenching dripping cunt. "Now, yes, feel it, oh shit, good, so good!" Rhoda moaned as her body shook and her tits kept flapping wildly.
Tuck moaned as well, ramming down and squeezing her cunt muscles around Rhoda's clit, trying to hold it in place as it frictioned against her own smaller pea-shaped morsel of cunt-flesh. The girl was whimpering and thrashing about on the bed and Lonnie kept staring, still fondling his dick as he watched Rhoda coming with explosive passion and fury.
"You too, you too!" Rhoda screamed, hugging Tuck close to her, her hands wrapped around her roommate's back as Tuck kept jerking up and down, trying to get off at the same time.
Lonnie didn't wait any longer.
He got down on his hands and knees and hoping that the floorboards wouldn't betray his presence and give him away until he was ready, he slowly inched his way into the bedroom, crawling along the floor.
Tuck was getting wilder, about to come and Lonnie wanted to reach her just before she climaxed. He smiled to himself, excited by what was happening, by the surprise that they were in store for, the surprise he couldn't wait to spring upon them.
"Yes, soon, soon," Tuck mumbled, still moving up and down as Rhoda lost herself in the blaze of excitement that marked her searing climax. "Hold me, do it, push, I feel it, your cunt, your fat hairy cunt!"
She kept thrashing up and down, her arms and legs moving spasmodically as Lonnie cralwed still closer, moving towards the foot of the bed and hoping they wouldn't see him. He reached the bed as Tuck's screams grew more passionate and just before she went over the edge, he made his move.
With a wild lusty cry that chilled her to the very quick, he jumped to his feet and pulled her off of Rhoda. She cried out in fear, even as he scrambled on top of her and thrust down, lunging towards her hot and dripping cunt.
"You bastard ... fucking bastard!" she screamed, tears of anger and fear welling up underneath her lids. She beat her fists along his chest and he slammed forward, ripping into her overheated box.
His thick throbbing cock seared into her and she collapsed on the bed as Rhoda still tried to come to her senses, Lonnie's sudden and frightening appearance having knocked her breath away. Her skin was still prickled with goose bumps, but even as she gasped, Lonnie was already halfway home.
He lunged down and the head of his cock slipped inside her wet and slippery box. Tuck's protests were drowned, out in his cry of pleasure and at that moment nothing else mattered, nothing in the whole wide world.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Raging with excitement, oblivious to the way she kept pounding her fists on his chest, screaming as she tried to roll out of his grasp, Lonnie kept thrusting down, hot and eager to feel his cock filling her slippery tight sheath.
"Yes, we'll come, just the way you wanted!" he groaned as he wiggled forward and kept pounding his meat into place.
The tight hot walls of her pussy expanded and Tuck's protests were slowly drowned out in a chorus of moans and grunts of pleasure. She was almost there and now she knew she'd get off as Lonnie drilled into her.
He kept thrusting forward until he was flat against her and she had lifted her legs, locking her ankles around his bucking dimpled bottom-cheeks. "Now move, push, push!" he called out, pulling almost all the way out before slamming in again.
She stopped cursing him, wrapped her hands around his neck and ignoring Rhoda, wiggled up against him as he began to stroke rhythmically and energetically. His balls hit against her ass cheeks and any second the overwhelming intensity of his attack would carry her out of her mind and over the edge.
She wiggled sideways, his cock-head banging against each dripping hot cunt wall, touching her in the most sensitive places until she was writhing stormily beneath him. "Bastard, sneak, prick bastard!" she yelled, but she didn't want Lonnie to stop for anything in the world.
He was panting, heaving down against her and rubbing his chest over her tits, his cock burning as he plowed in and out of her clenching grasping sheath. But even as he kept at it and Tuck began to get off on his sudden display of virility, Rhoda decided that it was high time for her to get into the picture as well.
Despite the fact that she had already come, she was ready and eager to start all over again and so she moved around on the bed, trying to figure out a place for herself. And when she saw Lonnie's tight firm rump, his hairless and muscular buns wiggling voluptuously as he stroked and pistoned in and out of Tuck's gaping cock-filled pussy, Rhoda smiled to herself, knowing exactly how to go about satisfying her insatiable physical urges.
Her sex drive was almost problemsome-hence her experience with Tuck. But now she'd have no problem at all turning herself on and enjoying Lonnie at the same time. She moved around, squatting behind him, her hairy dripping cunt tingling with excitement once again.
Leaning down, she took hold of his buttocks and pulled them gently apart. Lonnie gasped and stopped abruptly, his cock buried as far inside Tuck's pussy as he could. He turned his head around and leered at Rhoda.
"Rim me good, sugar," he grinned, pushing his ass towards her face.
Her lips pressed down hotly and her long agile tongue swooped right along the narrow sweaty furrow. Glad that he had showered before gojng to the library to study, Lonnie writhed his buns in her face and loved the way her hot wet tongue lashed quickly up and down the length of his bum-furrow.
He began to piston more slowly now, taking his time, even as Tuck kept whimpering, begging for him to slam down, to pound it into her hard and mean. "Soon," he whispered, "yes Rhoda, lick it, eat me out good, baby!"
She slurped greedily, feasting her eyes and lips upon his tender young bottom, the short wiry hairs growing around his brown puckered asshole crisp and scratchy against her lips. But she wasn't interested in merely rimming out Lonnie and turning him on.
She was getting him ready, lubricating his asshole. Accordingly, she pushed her tongue down against the slit that opened wide into his rectum. He groaned and humped towards her, pumping down into Tuck's pussy and then shoving back and ramming his ass in Rhoda's hungry face.
Her tongue gave him the shivers and he loosened his sphincter muscles to allow her to work it right inside. That she did, touching the swelling of his prostate gland and making him writhe with ecstasy.
"Yes do that, again, harder, harder!" he moaned, begging for more as his body glowed and he basked in the double pleasure he was feeling.
Tuck kept tightening her vaginal muscles around his pole, pulling him down inside of her, face. "Hurry, come, come with me," she moaned.
But he wasn't ready now that Rhoda had taken the initiative. The girl's tongue slid in and out, lubricating his fissure, making him wince and moan with rising and delirious pleasure. But as soon as she had gotten his asshole good and wet, she pulled her tongue back and reared up behind him.
He didn't see what she was doing as she pushed his legs wider apart and wiggled up against him, aiming her hot and itching pussy right towards his heaving buns. Her hands came down and pulled apart the lips of her twat, displaying the stiff swollen condition of her oversized clitoris.
Never before had she done this kind of thing, but now she couldn't stop herself as she pushed forward, aiming her clit right up against Lonnie's asshole! He didn't feel what was happening at first, not until the hairs surrounding her plump hot box rubbed briskly against his muscular buns.
Then, still plowing in and out of Tuck's pussy, he glanced back, his eyes bugging out as he saw what Rhoda was doing. She had her hands wrapped around his waist and she wiggled against him, keeping her cunt lips open by spreading them apart and pressing them down against his muscular rump.
Already, the very tip of her clit had made contact with his anus. "That's it," she moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you, too."
He pushed towards her, relaxing his muscles, loving the way her juices dripped down into his ass furrow. And at that instant, even before Tuck knew what they were doing, Rhoda slammed against his ass and nearly the entire finger-length of clit was rammed into his asshole.
He stiffened and moaned, loving the way the slippery and juicy organ was tickling his rectal walls. He tightened his muscles around it, trying to hold it in place as Rhoda screamed with delight and pushed down against his ass.
"Oh shit, unreal, fucking unreal," she mumbled as the friction of her clit against his ass made her shake furiously.
She held onto him and pumped as he did, the two of them moving back and forth. Lonnie kept slamming into Tuck's pussy while he shivered and felt Rhoda's overlarge clitoris wedged inside his anus, tickling his prostate and turning him on even more than before.
And when the heavyset girl reached down between his legs and grabbed hold of his wildly swinging balls, fondling and toying with his furry scrotum, Lonnie started clawing at the sheets, pumping his meat into Tuck with violent surging thrusts.
"Yes, do it, again, make me come, come," she begged, shaking fitfully beneath him as he drilled in and out, jabbing hotly and furiously.
Rhoda kept moving, matching his lunging stride, squeezing his balls and then pushing her hand still lower, not stopping until she came in contact with the wet and hairy base of his hardon. She gripped that tightly and Lonnie groaned with pleasure.
But that wasn't all.
Still holding onto the edge of his jerking thrusting cock-shaft, Rhoda wiggled one finger down and pushed it towards the gaping and well-stretched lips of Tuck's snatch. Tuck felt the added presence of her roommate's inquisitive finger and when Rhoda even managed to push it in alongside of Lonnie's penis, Tuck screamed and began to cream.
Her cunt was brimming, stuffed to the breaking point and her hot juices streamed down in a rush, lubricating his tool and making her pussy wet and soppy. He slammed in and out violently then, shaking back against Rhoda as she too moaned, holding onto his dick while her clit burned in and out of his shuddering bottom-hole.
His muscles gripped it tenaciously, held it in place as she wiggled her hips back and forth, rubbing her cunt lips and pubic bush against his muscular and heaving rump. "Soon, come, come now, soon," she mumbled, hugging him tightly as he shivered spasmodically and knew that he could hardly prevent himself from shooting his load.
Rhoda's finger tickled his balls and meat and his ass was tingling delightfully as she wedged her juicy clit right inside and kept it moving, slipping back and forth, pistoning and "finger-fucking" his bottom-hole.
"Now, shit yes, oh do it, harder, fuck me, feel it, my come, come!" he screamed, unable to speak coherently as he shuddered and every muscle danced and rippled spastically. His body went through a series of violent convulsions and then he fell heavily against Tuck and began to cream.
His climax consumed him and he drooled over her knockers as Rhoda heaved herself forward, pressing down on him, nearly crushing Tuck as she too knew that it was impossible to hold back or prevent herself from coming.
"Feel it, feel me fucking you, touching you, fucking, hot stud fuck fuck cocksucker!" she babbled, biting his neck with the edges of her front teeth as her legs kicked out and she followed Tuck and then Lonnie as she too began to come.
Her orgasm was almost simultaneous with his and he kept poking into Tuck, writhing against her as Rhoda fell upon him and clawed at his back, her hot oily juices actually filling his ass as her cunt lips fluttered and palpitated against his muscular rump.
They were writhing in unison, caught in the convulsive fury of their youthful pleasure, the three of them making the bedsprings creak almost dangerously as Lonnie kept mumbling, unable to speak as his hot load of semen poured like a tribute down into Tuck's tight and clenching snatch.
She hugged him close to her, loving the intensity of his passion, loving the way Rhoda kept her finger jiggling right inside her pussy, flat against his surging cock-shaft. And as for Rhoda, she was beside herself, delirious as she clung to Lonnie and kept jerking her hard tingling clit in and out of his clenching backside.
Lonnie felt as if his climax was taking years as more and more gism flowed out, hot and frothy, bubbling inside of her hole and making her pussy mucky with his abundant load of creamy-white gism. But he just couldn't stop himself.
"Do it!" Tuck begged. "More, I can feel it ... like bullets ... and Rhoda, Rhoda too, so juicy, hot, fucking hot and juicy!"
She kept shaking, wedged down on the bed as Lonnie's cock kept ejaculating one searing wad of semen after another, not stopping until his balls were emptied of their load. Then and only then did he stop moving, falling heavily against Tuck even as Rhoda kept whistling between her teeth, unable to stop the waves of orgasmic pleasure from coursing through her loins.
Her body weighed down on him as her sticky cunt lips kept fluttering against his buns. But then, slowly but surely, her clit began to get smaller, slipping out of its narrow confines as she fell back on the bed and moaned, gasping and lying still.
Lonnie was soaking wet, as was Tuck. He lay on top of her, kissing her lips and loving her more than ever. "Forgive me?" he whispered, adding, "I'm not gonna go back to rush."
But she only smiled, having already guessed that.
She was secretly delighted, so turned on by what had happened, both before and then after he had arrived at the apartment, that her eyes glowed as hotly as her tawny flesh. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him still closer, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and kissing him with violent affection.
Still shuddering, feeling the after-throes of his climax, Lonnie refused to let go of her, rolling them onto their sides so that his weight wouldn't hurt her. He wrapped his legs around her and sucked on her breasts.
"I didn't mean to make such a big deal about it ... the fraternity business and all," she whispered, her nose wrinkling up as she kissed him once again.
"It's cool," Lonnie told her, "everything's cool." And he turned to Rhoda as the girl lay there on the bed, basking in the afterglow of her pleasure and release. "Isn't that so, kiddo?"
"Cool," she agreed. "College is real fucking cool."
* * *
So despite the pleasures Labelle had bestowed upon him, Lonnie was polite but firm when Ted Quinn called a few days later, asking why he hadn't seen Benton at rush. "It's just not my bag, Ted, what can I say," he told the upperclassman. "But thanks for taking such an interest."
Quinn sounded peeved and Lonnie was glad when he got off the phone. Things were finally going smoothly and his work was improving now that he was getting the hang of things. No longer was Pierce State a great unsolvable mystery.
And ever since he had barged in on Rhoda and Tuck, his relationship with his girl friend had improved dramatically. They were even talking about going down to Sidonville for the upcoming Thanksgiving vacation, a four-day weekend which Lonnie was looking forward to.
As for his roommate, McCarver had decided to go Greek and had pledged a primarily jock house, one in which he said he felt perfectly at home. He didn't tell Lonnie if there was another "Labelle" on the premises and Lonnie didn't bother to ask.
But things hit a snag, "got hairy" as Lonnie was apt to say these days, less than a week before the start of Thanksgiving vacation. Having learned the ins and outs of dorm and college life, he had come to follow McCarver's lead.
The burly and well-hung youth was still hustling Alice through the haUs, sneaking her up into their room. Most of the times, Lonnie was out or at Tuck's, for all freshman women had a curfew, something that the campus Women's Lib group and consciousness raising organization were already protesting.
But right before Thanksgiving, Rhoda's parents decided to come out to Pierce from New York. They were going to take Rhoda to see her grandparents who lived in a suburb right outside of Chicago, a good day's drive from the school.
"Do you think I can spend the night at your place, so they can have the bedroom for themselves?" Tuck asked him the day before Rhoda's parents were due to arrive. "It would make things a helluva lot easier."
"I don't see why not. If McCarver can do it, there's no reason I can't ... with a little discretion, that is," Lonnie told her, making the necessary arrangements with his roommate.
Fortunately, McCarver was supposed to spend the night at the frat house anyway, one of numerous evenings of hazing and indoctrination with the brothers. So when the time came, Lonnie met Tuck downstairs in the lobby and having been given a full set of instructions on the use of certain back stairs and the like, hustled her upstairs to his room.
They snuck down the hall and luckily, no one seemed out at the moment he unlocked the door to his room and hurried inside, Tuck following close behind. He had gotten hold of some grass, that and a bottle of wine, and turning on McCarver's stereo radio, settled down with Tuck for an evening of fun and games.
But it was not going to be all fun.
Having lit up a joint and poured the wine, Lonnie and Tuck snuggled up in bed together, pleased with their success. "You can tool anyone around here, the house fellows are such a bunch of dipshits," he bragged, holding Tuck close to him as they kept on smoking.
The music drowned out their conversation and the air was soon thick with the haze and smell of marijuana smoke. Lonnie opened a window and turned back to Tuck, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him.
She seemed to him to melt in his arms and he pressed his lips down against her mouth, inhaling the soft innocent and girlish fragrance of her body. His tongue crept slowly and deliberately out of his mouth and he moved on top of her, licking her lips and tongue and teeth.
Her hands massaged his back and the more they kissed, curling their tongues together and tipping the velvet, the more aroused the two lusty teenagers became. Tuck hugged him tightly, pushing her meaty crotch up against his stiff and throbbing cock.
He was dry-humping her, pushing up and down, meeting her motions as the two of them began to get more and more aroused. "Let me...." and she giggled, already stoned and freaked out of her skull, "Let me undress you, Lonnie. I've never done that before. I never did that to anyone, really."
The idea turned him on as much as it turned on Tuck.
He rolled over and got to his feet, standing there like a mannequin with his hands hanging limp along his sides. But his cock was far from limp, tenting up the material of his skintight blue jeans so that even before Tuck reached out, swinging around and sitting on the edge of the bed, she could see the entire lengthy outline of his hard and trenchant dong.
"I love it," she giggled, stroking across the fly of his dungarees. "I can't get enough of it."
Lonnie had graduated from high school in June. It was now November and he still found it hard to believe that in that short space of time so many things had happened to him, that his head had undergone such a multitude of changes.
Now, he stood before his girl friend, trembling with anticipation as her fingers carefully and sensuously unbuttoned his sport shirt, pulling the tails free and opening it wide as it slipped off of his arms.
Her fingers traced intricate tickling patterns over his naked and hairless chest, tweaking he pale-brown teats until his nipples rose up like two little points, inflamed with blood and making him shiver voluptuously.
Tuck kept ogling him, rubbing her fingers over the bulging mounds of his pectoral muscles. Ever since arriving at Pierce and meeting up with McCarver, Lonnie had begun to exercise and lift weights, envying his roommate's muscular physique.
Now, two months after the start of this daily regimen, he could already see the changes in his torso. His pectoral muscles were firm and hard and the ridges across his stomach stood out in bold relief. Tuck kept stroking his chest, feeling his muscles, loving the sight of his smooth and burnished body.
Unable to resist, eager to continue and pleased that she had decided to take the initiative and be more aggressive than usual with Lonnie, she reached down and quickly unbuckled his leather belt. Leaving it dangling from the loops, she unsnapped the top button of his jeans and grabbed hold of the zipper to his fly.
One yank and it was all the way down, her fingers trembling as hotly as Lonnie as she reached for the waistband of his dungarees and began to peel his jeans down off of his slim tapering hips, catching hold of the elastic around his briefs and pulling those down at the same time.
Sweat beaded his upper lip and he felt damp and tingling, more aroused than ever as she kept pulling his pants and undershorts down, watching as the first curls of dark pubic hair rose up towards his navel.
"Beautiful," he heard her whisper as her impatience mounted and she tugged them free with a violent motion of both of her hands.
They fell around his ankles and even before he could kick off his jeans and shorts, Tuck was moaning eagerly, pressing her parted lips over the bulbous crown of his leaking and stiff-standing pecker. She sucked on the head, lashing her tongue over the blood-engorged tip of his meat as he stepped out of his pants and pushed forward, groaning with delight.
As always, she knew exactly how to excite him, how to get him so worked up that he lost all sense of control, becoming a wildman, lewd and savage in his desires. Now was no exception and he pounded into her mouth, shoving forward as her lips fastened tightly and juicily around his thick and throbbing joint.
She murmured her encouragement, nuzzling his pubes, her tongue paddling up and down the hot tasty organ. Lonnie kept shaking, the veins along the shaft of his penis bulging and ropey, braided and standing out as the edges of her small baby teeth nipped delicately and searingly, making him tremble with violent urgency and sexual hunger.
And before he could even get her to take off her clothes, her hands came around as she plunged forward, sucking down the entire length of his rod. Her fingers kneaded his muscular buns, toying with his buttocks, exploring the damp and narrow fissure which Rhoda had so delightfully stimulated with her overlarge clitoris.
He felt the color rising in his cheeks, his body on fire, trembling and burning with physical want. He couldn't stop her and holding onto her shoulders, began to pound in and out, shoving his thick meaty dart between her gaping and well-stretched lips.
Tuck kept sucking, inhaling the musky rutting odor of Lonnie Benton's hairy crotch, a male and locker room smell which turned her on as if she had taken an aphrodisiac. She kept at it as glans hit against her cheeks, tickled her palate while her tongue kept tightening around the shaft.
It was almost as if his cock had gotten bigger since the first time she'd met him, filling her mouth now as never before. The juices of her excitement matted her pubic hairs, dripping down over her clit and washing the turgid and swollen pea-shaped morsel.
She whispered to him, egging him on until Lonnie couldn't stand the suspense any longer. He pulled away from her and hauled her to her feet, ripping at her clothes like a sex maniac. The violence of his attack made her moan and she let him rip open her blouse and then tear at her mini skirt.
The cloth nearly shredded in his impatience to get at her and in less than a minute she stood before him, as naked as he was, her body tight and girlish and highly desirable. He rubbed his hands up and down her tawny flanks, watching her boobs jiggling hotly, staring down at the lion's mane of fur, tufted and wiry, which covered her crimson and dripping split.
Kneeling down, he pushed her back on the bed and wiggled between her legs, his long raspy tongue lashing down over her juicy gash. He started eating her out, sucking on her box, tonguing her pea-shaped clit as she leaned back on the bed and rested her legs on his shoulders.
"Yes, oh shit so good, so fucking good, keep sucking, eating me," she begged, hungering for more and more of his tongue.
He rammed his mouth down against her box, chewed her sparse and fleecy pubic hairs and dipped right inside as his fingers kept her thin and narrow cunt lips spread wide apart, pinned down so that his tongue was able to curl in and out without impedence.
Her juices kept dripping onto his tongue, a hot musky sap he now longed to taste, to drink down and hunt for more. Tuck kept shaking against him and looking past the lowest fringe of pubic hair, he could just about see the way her pink asshole cringed, clenching and unclenching rhythmically, in time to his hot and lashing tongue-strokes.
He would have that dainty hole once again, he decided, even before the night was over. But for the moment he was content to ravish her crotch, to drill in and out, spearing forward, pistoning down so that she writhed and thumped back and forth, shoving up towards his hungry invading mouth.
Her mound quivered and her flesh got warmer, simmering it seemed to him as the outer flaps twitched and the narrow gristly inner lapels stood out, distended and puffy, surrounding her clit like twin guardians.
The walls of her pink-hued vagina quivered as well, palpitating, undulating like waves back and forth against his hot and lashing tongue. And the more he sucked, the harder and faster he worked on her snatch, the more aroused and feverish the two of them became.
It would have gone on like that all night, without letup, had they not been suddenly and rudely interrupted. Lonnie was still down between Tuck's legs, devouring her juicy muff, when he suddenly heard the sound of a key in the lock.
"McCarver, you prick, don't!" he called out, in no mood to share his girl friend's considerable charms with his brawny stud of a roommate.
But whomever it was at the door, they refused to listen. "Shit," Tuck muttered, though she made no move to cover herself up, having already enjoyed Chuck McCarver on the most intimate of circumstances.
Unfortunately for all concerned, the wolf at the door was not McCarver. Not at all. Before Lonnie could get to his feet, kneeling there between Tuck's legs and wondering why his roommate had showed up, thinking that he should have been at the frat house for pledge night, the door to their room swung open and he gasped, opening his eyes wide in surprise and fear.
It closed quickly again, but not before Lonnie covered his naked and clammy crotch with his hands while Tuck moaned and grabbed hold of a pillow, slamming it down between her legs. "Naughty, naughty," the male voice chided them, the guy's tongue clucking as he wagged a finger in their direction. "Any explanation, Benton?"
Lonnie was at a loss for words.
Standing by the door was none other than the house fellow, the graduate student who was assigned to his floor. Lonnie had had several run-ins with him in the last two months and the fellow, Martin Burgess, was a mean hound, to say the least.
Now, Burgess stood there, smirking at their predicament. Lonnie knew the rules of the dorm even before Burgess went on saying, "As you know, a situation like this can mean only one thing."
"What's that?" Tuck whispered.
Burgess stared at her and Lonnie could see the way the guy's eyes danced and glimmered, drilling into Tuck's naked body. "Immediate expulsion, just what happened to poor Muss-man, who was on scholarship," referring to one of the freshman who'd lived down the hall and who, the month before, had been caught smoking marijuana in his room.
At the mention of Mussman, Burgess grinned even more diabolically, inhaling and wagging his finger once again. "Grass, too?" he asked, and then saw the half-empty bottle of wine. "And alcoholic beverages. Shame on you, Benton. And you were doing so nicely, too. It's going to be awful difficult explaining this to your parents."
Lonnie's face turned a bright red.
He clenched his hands into fists, wanting to pin Burgess to the wall and beat the shit out of his arrogant face. The short and barrel-chested grad student kept his distance, unable to tear his eyes away from Tuck's body.
His lips were parted slightly, almost drooling as he kept staring at her firm little jugs. Lonnie tried to think, tried to control his rising panic. His cock hung limp and dejected between his hairy thighs and then it hit him, full in the face.
For as he glanced down, unable to keep staring into Burgess' menacing and accusing eyes, he saw the answer, the solution to his and Tuck's dire predicament. Expulsion was the last thing he wanted and he knew that what Burgess had said had not been mere idle threats.
Mussman had been expelled and he knew he would be next unless he thought quickly, trying to extricate himself from the dilemma. And that's when he saw his answer. For as his eyes glanced down, he found himself staring at an obvious and noticeable bulge, a bulge which had begun to move and swell behind the front of Martin Burgess' chino slacks.
Lonnie smiled to himself, knowing then how aroused the arrogant grad student was. He turned back to Tuck, signaling her, hoping she would notice what he was trying to communicate. "Expulsion?" Lonnie said, acting meek, fighting for time.
"That's right. Expulsion," Martin Burgess snickered.
"And just because ... because...." and he suddenly reached back and pulled Tuck to her feet, shoving the pillow away from her wet and overheated crotch.
"Just because the two of us were having ... having a little fun?" Tuck went on, picking up where Lonnie had left off, having finally caught sight of the unruly swelling which now bulged even more hotly behind Burgess' fly.
She moved towards him and his face turned red as he backed away towards the door. Her hands came down and knowing that this would have to be the show of her life, she talked to him in a low-pitched sexy voice, almost a husky growl.
Her fingers began to move around her pussy as she said, "Just because Lonnie and I were having fun, Burgess? You like fun, don't you? Because I love a good time, a love a real man, a love to see a man really hot."
She kept caressing her box, pulling the lips apart then as she stood less than a foot away from him. Her clitoris danced and tingled between her cunt lips and she shivered voluptuously as he was unable to tear his eyes away, looking down at her naked and juicy snatch.
"Are you hot, the way Lonnie gets?" she asked in a whisper. "I love it when a man gets really turned on, really hot, really big and thick ... and hard ... are you hard, Burgess?"
He gulped loudly, itching to reach out and touch her, unable to stop himself as she moved still closer, slowly pumping her hips forward, rotating them as her box got closer and closer to the jutting projection of his stiffy and unruly cock.
"Tell me," she whispered. "Don't you want to feel me, every part of me? Don't you want to dig right in ... all the way down, where it's hot and tight. Burgess? Tell me."
He groaned audibly and at that instant she reached out and grabbed hold of the outline of his cock, squeezing her fingers around his throbbing pole. Burgess seemed to give up, to collapse from within. He leaned heavily against the door, the color returning to his face as he moaned with delight while her hands reached for the zipper to his fly.
"Oh yes, I hope it's real big and thick, because I want you to pound it into me to plow right in and fuck me ... fuck me, Burgess!" she cried out, yanking the zipper down and reaching right inside his trousers.
She felt the stiff hot projection of his penis and hauled it out into the open, bending down quickly and thrusting her lips over the swollen and leaking head of his dick. It was, she was glad to see, of a nice size, about the same as Lonnie's and slightly thicker around the shaft.
And as she closed her lips around the head of his penis, her hands came up to his waist, unbuckling his belt and hauling his trousers down past his knees, his underwear as well. Burgess kept whimpering, ignoring Lonnie as he stood there and moaned, moving forward, pushing more and more of his dick into the girl's tight and grasping mouth.
She cooed and murmured and did her job well, sucking hotly, actually enjoying herself, enjoying the way his heavy pendulous nuts swayed with agonizing pleasure as she licked and tongued his meat, fondling his balls at the same time.
He moved back and forth, kicking his trousers aside as she lifted up his heavy jutting rod and sucked on his hairy balls, tonguing them and trying to stuff the heavy come-laden testicles into her gaping mouth.
"Yes, good, do that, again ... again," he muttered, pushing towards her as she kept at it, rubbing her fingers up and down the length of his hose.
She knew what was exciting him and she wiggled closer as he spread his hairy legs apart. He was several years older than Lonnie, more developed in the way McCarver was. In fact, he even turned her on, despite his despicable behavior.
Now, she didn't mind servicing him in the least, especially when it would get her and Lonnie off the hook. Accordingly, she pushed her face down between her legs and as he kept on moaning, begging for more, she wormed her tongue past the edge of his hairy balls.
He bent his knees slightly and the tip of her tongue moved up between the cheeks of his ass, right into the amazingly dank and hairy crevice between his meaty and slightly flabby buns. At the first searing touch, Burgess screamed out, clamping a hand over his mouth as if he was afraid someone outside the room would hear his frenzied cry of sexual excitement.
But it was already too late.
As soon as Tuck's tongue scraped against his deeply corrugated and pitted asshole, the graduate student lost all sense of control and restraint. He hunched down, pushing his ass towards her mouth, begging for more and more of the same. , She pushed him around so that he knelt against the door while she wrenched his buns apart and swabbed the musky furrow between his ass cheeks. "Yes, again, rim me, harder," he begged, shaking in an agony of excitement and sexual pleasure.
Lonnie kept staring, hardly believing his eyes.
It was easier than he had hoped, though he had never doubted Tuck's ability to arouse the graduate student. Now, his eyes alighted on a Polaroid camera McCarver kept on a shelf above his bed. He knew for a fact that it was loaded with film, for his roommate had put in a fresh cartridge that very same morning.
Now, smiling to himself, he slid off the bed and moved as silently as possible towards the shelf, reaching out and snatching up the camera. He moved back to the bed and adjusted it, taking aim, watching through the aperture as Tuck kept at it, rimming Burgess out and making him tremble with lust.
"Again, suck me off, again," the young man whimpered and Tuck whirled him back around and slammed her feverish mouth over his hard and bloated tool.
But at that instant, Lonnie took aim.
He .clicked the shutter down, laughing as he called out to Burgess, "Say cheese!" he yelled and as the graduate student looked up in surprise, having nearly forgotten that Lonnie Benton was also in the room, his mouth dropped open as Lonnie snapped the shutter and the flashbulb exploded, blinding Burgess for the instant, capturing him on film with his mouth open and his cock stuffed right between Tuck's lips.
"I don't think the dean would want to know about any of this, do you?" Lonnie asked, pulling the ten-second picture out and drying it in the air.
He looked at the photo and laughed, giggling over Burgess' amazed and almost frightened expression. "What ... what are you gonna do with that?" the guy asked, slowly easing his tool out of Tuck's mouth and returning to his senses.
"Let's say that I'm going to keep it for posterity, Burgess ole man. You just make sure that no one bothers me here again, and I'll keep my half of the bargain and make sure that no one ever gets an opportunity to look at this ... this little pornographic gem. Deal?" Lonnie asked, knowing what Martin Burgess would say even before the young man nodded his head, resigned to his fate.
After all, that was what college was for, he decided after Burgess had summarily and hastily departed. Like my father always said, all the book-learnin' in the world means shit without good clean common sense.
