Professor Bob Wilkins condemned everyone who didn't follow his outmoded pattern of life. The students who flipped around, in and out of each other's beds, the other profs that let the students have fun while they were learning, and especially his wife, Regina, who decided his bed was too cold and moved a hot, young student in to help keep it warm. As Dr. Eustace Chesser mentions in his book, Unmarried Love: "To feel disgust at some kinds of behavior is one thing; to condemn it as wicked is another. The act of a maniac may rightly fill us with horror, but we cannot blame him if he was unable to restrain himself. Our instincts are tamed and domesticated in order to enable us to live in an orderly community." Only when Bob learned the advantages of inter-personal relationships with his students did he stop condemning and start accepting.
CHAPTER ONE
Daphne Powers, leafing through the papers on the desk with one hand, unbuttoned her blouse with the other one.
"It's all there," Cliff Martin said impatiently. He was naked, his horniness more than evident by the size of his cock ballooned between his thighs.
Daphne paid no attention, her eyes checking the listed questions and answers for herself. She was a senior and had been a member of her unofficial organization since her sophomore year at Caliga U. During those years, more than one man had tried to pull the wool over her eyes. Few had succeeded.
"Come on, baby," Cliff groaned, one of his hands gently massaging his stiff dick. "Have I ever given you the wrong info? Have I ever?"
Knowing that Cliff was one of the few who had produced for her a regular supply of information, and always managed to come through with good stuff, Daphne decided to take Cliffs word on the accuracy of the questions for the Humanities exam. Besides, in the five minutes since she had been given the pilfered questions and answers, Daphne had obviously been convinced that they were authentic.
She carefully folded the sheets and put them in her purse before continuing with her own undressing. She proceeded with a practiced slowness, knowing that Cliff would be hot as hell by the time she got to the snapping attachments on her bra.
"Jesus!" Cliff muttered, his back leaning against the wall, his eyes dilated with the sight of Daphne's voluptuous body emerging from the pieces of discarded clothing.
"You are one of the horniest people I know," Daphne laughed.
"Luckily for you," Cliff said, his hand still caressing his hard cock as his eyes followed each and every stage of Daphne's undress.
"I'll agree to that," Daphne said, stepping out of the skirt she had unhooked and bending to pick it up. She placed it over the back of the chair with her blouse. She stood before him in her pantyhose and bra. Her tits threatened to flow over the thin bands of cloth striving diligently to enclose them. The triangle of blonde pubic hair was barely visible through the opaqueness of the nylon at her crotch. "I don't know what everyone else is going to do when you graduate."
"I don't know what I'm going to do when I graduate," Cliff replied. "I'm either going to have to start seriously hustling some broad to get a fucking piece or else start paying for it. Neither sounds too good."
"There's always graduate school," Daphne said, reaching behind her back for the snaps of the bra.
"Don't think I haven't thought about it," Cliff said. "Jesus, Daphne, hurry it up. If I play with this cock of mine much longer, it's going to blast off without you."
"Since when have you worried about one cum?" Daphne laughed. She had found the bra snaps, undone them. She was holding the brassiere in place, waiting for the right moment to release her two huge melons. "Those nuts of yours have got so much spunk in them, you could blast all evening and still have a gallon left over."
"It's just that I hate to waste any in my hands when I can blast it up hot cunt."
Daphne released her bra, the two impressive jugs bouncing like Jello.
"How do you stand up with all that weight out front?" Cliff asked, openly admiring the twin mammary glands.
"The same way you manage to stand up with that huge cock of yours stuck out between your thighs," Daphne laughed, adding her bra to her growing pile of clothing. She took a few minutes to cup her tits, squeezing the resilient flesh so that her two dollar-sized nipples bulged enticingly. Cliff licked his lips in anticipation.
Daphne slipped her hands into the waistband of her pantyhose, beginning to roll the nylon down over her hips. As she did so, Cliff had reflexively begun massaging his cock with more frequent strokes. By the time the nylon had slipped to uncover Daphne's pubic triangle, Cliff was frantically jacking his prick off. Daphne moved closer to the bed, waiting until she knew that Cliff was too far into his orgasm to unattach pumping hand from hard dong. When she saw his eyes glazing with his pleasure, she leaned her crotch forward, reaching for Cliffs head. She pulled it to her twat. His forehead hit her belly, his free hand rapping her ass. His nose and mouth pushed into the slash. He groaned as his cock emptied into his fist. Wads of hot spunk blasted from penile lips, basting Cliffs belly and fingers. The aphrodisiac aromas whafting from Daphne's twat only seemed to increase the man's pleasures.
"Oh, fuck," Cliff said finally, collapsing back on the bed, his face wet with juices from Daphne's slash, his hands webbed with the sticky streamers of his own cum. "You get me so fucking hot, I can't help myself."
Daphne laughed, completely removing her pantyhose and wadding it into a little ball which she threw to the desk.
"Don't you worry, stud," she said, kneeling down beside the bed. "Just hang your legs over this way and Daphne will get you even hotter."
Cliff obliged, dropping his legs over the mattress, thighs widening about Daphne's kneeling body. The girl stroked her hands along his thighs, her fingers tracing the ropes of muscles etching the flesh. She ran her hand back up the thighs, letting them meet in the thick jungle of black hair clustered on his lower belly. It was coarse and wiry against her palm.
Cliffs strong cock was still hard, slime-covered as it rested on the youth's belly. Cliff got a pillow, propping it behind his head to get a better view of what he knew would soon be happening. The very thought of Daphne's head bending to feed upon him hardened Cliffs cock to an even greater firmness. It spasmed where it rested, large nuts churning with newly manufactured cum within the slack scrotal bag.
Daphne bent her head forward, licking the cock's upturned belly from its thick-knotted base to its drooling head. The residue of Cliffs orgasm which the girl's tongue lapped up tasted faintly like salt. It was far from an unpleasant taste. Her tongue left the cockshaft, burrowing her lips into the black forest of hair covering Cliffs lower belly. She smelled the strong, heady aroma of man. Her nostrils siphoned up the smell; a strange mixture of masculinity, sweat, and sex. The smell excited her. She moved back to the huge phallus, kissing its point of anchorage at balls and lower belly.
Cliff wiggled his ass on the bed, his breathing becoming more hurried as his desires were kindled higher by Daphne's experienced caressing. He gasped audibly as Daphne touched the cock with her hand, her palm moving to a fist about the monstrous dork. She squeezed the flesh, watching the blue veins latticing the sturdy shaft balloon larger with her pressing. The huge head flushed a dark red, expanded to look like the scarlet cap of a mushroom perched upon the engorged length of penile neck.
Cliffs testicles, suitable compliments to the penis they belonged to, hung down between the boy's opened thighs. Daphne's roving fingers droped between Cliffs legs to find the nuts. She cupped one hand beneath the hair-covered scrotum, lifting it, trying to contain both balls and bag in her palm. She was unsuccessful. The scrotum was so large that it overflowed her hand. She needed both hands to contain the housing of languid flesh. Cupping them finally in both hands-one testicle held in each-Daphne lowered her head to kiss the mass of moving flesh and gristle. Thus bowed between his thighs, she used her hands to put his legs close about her neck, hanging them over her shoulders.
"Suck it, baby," Cliff groaned. "Jesus, suck it!"
Daphne kissed Cliffs inner thighs, her lips brushing gently over the fine hair downing the flesh. The hairs tickled her lips as she did so. She stuck out her tongue, watching her spit mash the hairs along Cliffs leg. Muscles jumped beneath her tongue. Daphne could feel the twitchings that jerked the skin of Cliffs thighs. She nuzzled the base of the cock with her nose, her chin pressing into the gonads she again held cupped within her palms. She licked downward, .wetting cockshaft and balls with her saliva.
"Oh, shit, baby," Cliff squealed, his butt grinding into the mattress of the bed. "You're going to have me climbing the walls."
Daphne opened her mouth, lips playing with the hairy scrotum. Her tongue flicked out, drawing one of the gonads upward into her mouth. She sucked it deep into her mouth, her tongue fondling it within the oral cavity. Opening her mouth wide again, Daphne used her finger to stuff the second nut in with the first. Her cheeks ballooned with the mass of flesh and nuts. She continued vacuuming up the scrotum until all the slack flesh-along with the two cum-bulged nuts-were in her mouth. Her lips were nestled against the base of the cock's underbelly.
Daphne's fingers moved to pry Cliffs penis away from his belly. It was hard to her touch, like metal rather than flesh. She squeezed it, noting the veins bugging to greater dimensions; blue rivers flowing about the uprisen shaft; snakes circling the phallic caduceus. She caressed the glutted post, masturbated it, petted it. The cleavage in his cockhead spit out a combination of stagnant cum and pre-seminal discharge. She used the natural lubricant to wet the entire length.
The loose outer folds of cockflesh moved easily up and down about the harder inner core. Daphne mashed the balls together in her mouth, moving them from cheek to cheek, bathing them in warm oceans of saliva. Gliding her fingers almost to the cockhead, Daphne used her thumb to massage the heart-shaped crown. More juices oozed from the cocklips, Daphne's thumb working the moisture over the gargantuan penis apex.
"Christ, Daphne," Cliff mumbled. "Oh, Christ."
Daphne pulled back her head, stretching his scrotal bag away from her crotch with her lips. When the skin was pulled as far as it would go, she allowed the nuts to slip from her mouth one by one. As they did so, she squeezed them. Both nuts released, they again hung between Cliffs thighs. Already the wet scrotal bag was beginning to shrink to a more compact state. The skin was drawing up the nuts, pulling them upward, elevating them toward the position they were destined to hold at Cliffs moment of sexual explosion.
Still holding his cock elevated from the muscular belly with her hand, Daphne moved the lips of her mouth to the base of it, caressing it. Her tongue found the first indications of a thick vein etching the shaft near its anchorage. She let her tongue wash the vein, following it up until it again disappeared into the hard flesh at the fluted edges of the circumcised tip.
"Please, honey," Cliff begged. "Please take it. Please."
The boy's whole body was gleaming with sweat. Clear droplets of perspiration had beaded on his forehead, had merged into tiny rivers-one of which was beginning to run along the bridge of his nose as he wiped it away.
Daphne reared back her head, opening her mouth as far as she could. Her lips ovaled about the cockhead, slipping over the tip of the prick as inner suction drew penis end and the following inches into the warm wetness of the mouth.
Cliff shivered as Daphne's face lowered over his erected manhood, as he saw his own swollen cock disappearing into Daphne's head.
"Yes, honey. Oh, God, yes," Cliff said, his hands nestling in the luxuriant strands of lush hair atop Daphne's head. "Suck it all up. All of it."
Daphne's wet lips coasted down the hard-on. Inching further and further along the shaft, the girl felt the bulbous head make contact with the back of her throat, bending slightly for the descent into her throat. She gagged slightly, halting her fall over the obelisk until her throat muscles relaxed to take the invader. When she knew they were ready, Daphne continued her fall, her eyes watching the hard meat disappearing into her mouth as her lips lowered to take it.
Cliff was panting, his eyes blurring to the pleasure. He was watching the sexual attack on his peter through a haze. The picture faded and focused before him. He was acutely aware of the forces building inside him. He was aware of the flaming in his groin, the raging fires flaring from his cock to his very guts. He used his hands to push Daphne's face further yet over his uprisen manhood.
Daphne reached bottom, her lips hugging the base of the submerged pecker. She twisted her head, corkscrewing the penis into her throat. Her tongue licked with a steady sureness at the buried sausage. The whole mass of sexmeat throbbed in its housing, pulsed to greater stance as Daphne's sucking threatened to wrench it from its base.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Cliff sobbed.
His body writhed on the bed, his butt moving from side to side as Daphne's experienced tonguing and sucking brought the boy closer and closer to the point of orgasm. Each time Daphne's tongue flayed the hard pole, Cliff trembled with pleasure. He arched his head back into the pillow, raising his hips in an effort to jab more of himself into Daphne's throat.
Daphne pulled up, her mouth leaking a trail of spit over that portion of cockflesh she was allowing to escape from her. She pulled up to the fluted rim of the huge cockhead, then fell back down on it again. What began as a series of slow, almost languid rises and falls, suddenly began to take on momentum. She was suddenly moving with such speed that had Cliff been watching, it would have been difficult to see the shaft exiting or entering the sucking mouth.
Cliffs legs pressed tightly against Daphne's ears, shutting off all sound so that the girl was plowed into a world of deafness interrupted only by the sounds of her own slurpings which echoed strangely in her brain. She did not actually hear Cliffs whimperings and gasps that heralded his moment of ultimate ecstasy, but she could tell by other indications that the boy's orgasm had arrived. His legs tensed even tighter about her ears and face, his penis spasmed with life, his hands pushed her head completely over his cock, his body jumped upon the bed.
"Jesus, now," Cliff muttered." Jesus, now. Jesus, NOW! JESUS NOW!-aaaaggghhhhhh!"
Daphne exerted a tremendous suck that literally pulled Cliffs spunk from his bulged nuts. She tasted the saltiness of his semen as he released wave after wave of the spermal deluge into her throat.
"Fuck!" Cliff said, his hips bucking, his fingers squeezing Daphne's scalp.
"Mike, honey?" Carolyn asked, coming into the apartment, dropping her books in the chair as she entered the living room
"Carolyn?" Mike replied, lifting his head from a book he was surveying beneath a reading light. "My God, what time is it?"
"We were supposed to go to a movie with Bill and Debbie, Mike. Did you forget?"
"I'm sorry, honey," Mike said, trying to massage some of the strain from his eyes. "I really didn't realize just what time it was getting to be."
"All work and no play makes Mike a dull boy," Carolyn said, taking off her sweater. She had suspected that her young husband was still at his studying when she had called and got a busy signal. She walked over to the telephone, putting it back on the hook. Mike always took it off when he was studying at home alone. It was a habit of his that Carolyn had become well-acquainted with during their short married life.
"What is it, the Bio-Sci?" she asked, going into the kitchen to make a sandwich.
"Professor Wilkins seems to think that course is the only one any of us are taking."
The phone rang, Carolyn coming into the living room to answer it. It was Bill.
"Found him over his books," Carolyn replied to Bill's initial query. "I think he wants to make the dean's list."
"You two can still make it," Bill said from the other end. "Debbie and I have tossed our coats over two chairs just in case."
"Bill wants to know if we still want to try and make the feature," Carolyn said, covering the mouthpiece. "He says he and Debbie are saving us a seat."
Mike checked his watch, and then his Bio-Sci book got his attention. He still had twenty more pages of reading to do and hadn't really understood too much of what he had already read.
"I don't know, honey. If I don't have this reading assignment done by tomorrow, old Wilkins is liable to hit the fan."
"Mike's got some Bio-Sci yet to do," Carolyn said into the phone mouthpiece. "You know how uptight old man Wilkins gets if you don't keep up with the daily reading."
"Put that husband of yours on the phone, Mrs. Crumbake," Bill said.
"I don't think it will do any good, Bill," Carolyn replied.
"Just put him on," Bill said. "I'll use some of the Linehan charm on him."
Carolyn held out the phone toward her husband, watching as he rose to come and get it. He stopped just before he reached her, stretching in an attempt to reach the ceiling. He then took the phone.
"Honest to God, Bill," Mike said, not waiting for Bill to even begin. "I'm really behind. And if I don't bring my average up this semester, I'm liable to go on suspension."
"Listen, you silly bastard," Bill replied. There were the noises of college kids in the theater lobby in the background. Bill took a minute to ask someone who was watching their coats. There was the sound of the receiver changing hands, and Debbie's voice boomed loudly in Mike's ear.
"Get your ass over here," Debbie said. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that half the college fun is the extra-curricular activities, you silly snook?"
"Really, Deb," Mike said. "I really shouldn't."
Debbie had apparently given the phone back to Bill, because it was the boy's voice that replied.
"Debbie is right, you silly asshole," Bill said. "We'll give you ten minutes to get here. We've got you and Carolyn two seats next to the aisle in the balcony. Now, get your butts down here and don't worry about that old fart Wilkins and his Bio-Sci class."
"Well?" Carolyn asked, watching as Mike replaced the receiver.
"He said he would give us ten minutes to get our butts over there, and then he hung up."
"Are we going?"
Mike looked at Carolyn, knowing that she really did want to go to the show; looked at his book, knowing that he really should be reading his Bio-Sci; looked at the fun he would have, knowing that Bill would definitely be expecting him. Both Bill and Debbie were the type of people who could play from sunup to sunset and still come up smelling like roses at finals.
"Oh, shit!" Mike said, walking to the desk, clicking off the reading light. "College is a lot more than studying, isn't it?"
"Are you sure?" Carolyn asked, walking over to her husband, snuggling in his arms. As much as she would have liked to go to the movies with Bill and Debbie, she also knew that Mike was worried about his grades. "I won't mind if we stay home. Really."
"We stay home too much, anyway," Mike smiled. "Now go get your coat. By the sounds coming from the theater, there's a full house tonight, and I can just see Bill trying to keep two seats vacant for our occupancy."
Daphne's fingers were playing Cliffs cock back to another erection. He tried to remember how often he had shot his rocks off since the girl had arrived; once in his hand, once in her mouth, twice in her cunt-at least twice in the latter. He really thought, after his last explosion, that he had played himself out. But, to his surprise, and Daphne's amusement, the puffy prick drooping between his muscular thighs was again stirring, again going taut with a flooding of blood.
Cliff rolled gently on top of Daphne, his lengthening cock falling into the V of her opened thighs. His lips found the girl's mouth, grinding into it, forcing her lips open so that his tongue could probe the soft sensualness of her inner mouth and cheeks. His tongue outlined her teeth, glided across the saliva-slicked gums before darting almost to the opening of her throat. Daphne's fingers worked up and down his back, sliding caressingly over all the ropes of muscle swelling on his back. She shifted her body beneath his, feeling his cockhead pushing against her pubic forest.
"Want to make it again, tiger?" Daphne smiled, biting the lobe of Cliffs ear.
Cliff temporarily resisted his body's demands to plug her, deciding that this would probably be his last one for the evening and wanting to make it a long one. He lifted his face from where it was resting against the creamy whiteness of her neck, and he licked a trail down to her tits. He cupped his hands about each of the ballooned wonders, massaging them as if they were fresh dough and he were the baker. Squeezing the overripe melons until each nipple bulged proudly from the milky flesh of the boobs, he found them with his mouth, kissing them, foundling them with his lips.
Daphne's fingers slipped over Cliffs flanks. She found his cock, pulling it to her snatch. Her cunt was hot. At the touch of cockhead, juices oozed through the slash, wetting the prick and Daphne's fingers.
"Want it, baby?" Daphne asked. "Want to plug me again? Want to blast off, flood my guts with all that goodness?"
God, yes, he wanted to. Yet, he restrained himself with all the power he could muster. He knew that once her twat muscles began vising his dork, he would fast be a goner. And once his nuts cracked, there would be no way he would be able to get hard again. Cliff somehow doubted that even Daphne's skilled expertise would be able to activate that miracle-even had she put her mind to it. And Cliff doubted that Daphne would go to any exceptional lengths to get him primed again. She was, after all, giving him the use of her body as part of a bargain. And while she was hardly giving him short change, Cliff somehow doubted that she would go out of her way to give him a bonus, either. She had already more than paid for the information he had given her. She had not stinted in her part of the deal. Cliff liked that. None of the girls had ever stinted on their deals, not even Madge Witcomb. And Madge Witcomb couldn't stand Cliffs guts: Had told him so to his face more than once. But when he had made fucking her the prerequisite for a Chemistry exam he had gotten his hands on, Madge had made her appearance per schedule. And while she had given of herself with very little relish, she had, at least, made it a thoroughly enjoyable session for Cliff. It had been a business deal. After she had been paid for her services with the exam, she had left his room. Nothing had affected her dislike for Cliff. She still treated him with disdain whenever they met socially.
"What are you waiting for, tiger?" Daphne asked. "Go ahead, plug me. Put it in real deep."
Cliff somehow suspected that Daphne knew this was his last and wanted to milk it out of him in a hurry. He wondered if she had any other calls to make that evening or even a date lined up for later. Cliff wondered if Daphne ever put out on her dates. He had a hard time imagining a girl putting out for a guy just because she liked him; mainly because no girl had really ever liked Cliff enough to put out for him. Of course, he had had his share of pussy, but he had always had to put out something other than love or affection for it.
Cliff Martin was not handsome, or especially well-built. He wasn't skinny, or fat; in fact, he even had a fair degree of muscle development. But there was something about his general appearance that had a negative quality that neither body nor large cock seemed to offset. What this negative quality was exactly, Cliff didn't know. Nor, for that matter, did anyone else. It was just there. After a while, he merely grew to accept it. And, after realizing that he would have to rely on his mental ability rather than his physical appearance to satisfy his insistent sexual cravings, Cliff found that he was able to make the adjustment quite easily. He doubted if any of the SOCs (Studs on Campus), had had the pleasure of dipping their wicks into as many succulent cunts, asses, and mouths as he had.
"I want it, honey," Daphne breathed in his ear, thrusting her hips upward to force his prick's head through the door of her twat.
Now that he was in partway, Cliff knew there was only one way to go, and that was forward. Daphne had tired of waiting, wanting to get this session over and done. And the pleasure resulting from even partial submission was enough to make Cliff hot to trot.
"I want it up you, too, baby," Cliff responded, his hips pushing the remaining inches into the female slot.
Daphne raised her legs, wrapping them about his ass, locking his prick in her. She achieved a rhythmic coordination that complimented Cliffs pumpings.
It didn't take long. Cliff got excited too fast, and Daphne was too experienced in the act of fucking to allow for the prolonging of a climax. Daphne, realizing that her objective was near, that freedom was near, put forth extra efforts to rupture Cliffs nuts. Her upturned cunt ground into Cliffs pelvis, her muscles vibrating along the length of the boy's cock. She rode his prick hard and fast, continuing to do so until he cried out his ending, his chest falling into her tits, smashing them beneath him.
Hot blasts of spunk jettisoned from cock to cunt, their blasting thoroughly depleting any reservoir Cliffs nuts had previously been able to store. His dick had no sooner exploded than it lost it erectile state, collapsing to limp flaccidness. Pussy muscles spasmed, pressed out the sagging male gland.
Daphne slipped out from under Cliffs sex-exhausted body. She was already dressed and checking for the exam copy in her purse when Cliff finally opened his eyes.
"Keep in touch, Cliffy," Daphne smiled.
"You can count on it," Cliff said weakly, pulling the sheets up over his naked body. He was asleep before Daphne had opened the door to leave.
CHAPTER TWO
"Are you coming to bed, Bob?" Regina Wilkins asked her husband.
"It's only eight," Bob Wilkins said, looking up from a group of papers he was correcting. "Are you going to bed?"
"Can't you take one evening off? It's been so long."
"Regina," Bob sighed, going back to the work at hand. "How many evenings must we go through this same routine? It's really beginning to be just a bit of a bore."
"All the other professors and their wives seem to find time to go out and have fun. But not us. And it's not that I really mind that, either. I knew you were a teacher when I married you. But you don't even have time for bed."
"Let's not exaggerate," Bob said, adding another paper to the pile of corrected ones.
And that was the end of it. Regina turned and went to the bedroom. There was really little use in arguing with her husband. He would never really argue, anyway. He would just seem to concentrate more and more on the school work he was doing until he would seem completely unaware that his wife was even in the room. Trying to argue with Bob Wilkins was like talking to a two-by-four.
For that matter, being fucked by Bob Wilkins was like being fucked by a two-by-four. He was so wooden in his movements. That realization was the only thing which saved Regina from thorough frustration each time Bob rejected her sexual overtures.
"There must be something better," Regina said, putting her robe aside and lying on the twin bed. It was pretty damned bad when she could get a better charge out of finger-fucking herself than having her husband screw her. But bad as it was, it had somehow reached that point. Her attempts at tempting her spouse under the covers had merely regressed to a formality. Where he ever actually to put aside his work and come to bed before Regina had fallen asleep, she would have probably died on the spot.
She listened, hearing nothing except for the occasional shuffling of papers in the living room. Halfway into the night that methodical shifting of papers would be heard. That sound was as much a part of the house as was the fruniture.
Regina rammed three fingers up her twat, waiting for the next shifting of papers before she pulled them partially out. In, out, in, out. One evening she had actually pumped herself to climax utilizing Bob's paper rustling as cadence. As he recalled, it hadn't been too great a climax.
She lay with her long, slender legs slightly splayed, her gaping cunt plugged with fingers. She played with her clitoris, allowing it to grow hard, pushing it gently back and forth, knowing that the surrounding skin was turning darker as her sexual excitement increased.
Regina looked down over her body, taking in her boobs which were mushroomed on her ribcage. Her free hand played with one nipple and then the other. The pimply surface tingled with her touching.
Her hand passed downward, passing over a belly which was still firm despite Regina's creeping middle age. She went further, sticking more fingers in her hole. They, too, grew sticky with the oozings of her twat. Knuckles rubbed against clit, tensing her body with enjoyment.
She pumped away, arching her head back in her pillow, trying to imagine her fingers to be hard cock. Not anyone's hard cock in particular, just hard cock. Anyone's would have done. Regina bent her legs at the knees, bringing her heels almost to her ass spreading her legs on the bed like butterfly wings.
"Fuck me, honey," she whispered to the phantom who was riding her. "Fuck me good."
Her blasting left her somehow unsatisfied: Always seemed to leave her unsatisfied. But then, it was the only thing she had available. Despite the rumors that were rampant about colleges and college towns, it was not that easy for a college professor's wife to begin an affair with anyone. Not that Regina hadn't considered it. Many times she had just gone walking through Caliga University's campus, picking out those healthy young bodies that she would have loved to pick up and take home for fucking. The frustrating thing was that there were just too many young studs on campus she would have loved to have picked up. So many-as a matter-of-fact-that Regina had stopped taking her strolls. They left her weak in the knees, left her cunt leaking in anticipation of a cock she couldn't possibly supply it with.
She glanced to the clock on the bedstand. It was almost eight-thirty. Eight-thirty, and Bob had just begun his paper correcting, and she had already jacked off. The whole night loomed empty before her. Another lonely, empty night. The thought was unbearable. Too unbearable. She got up and began to dress. She was just not ready for another night of nothing.
She decided to go to a movie. She could still get in for the second showing. If she hurried, she could get there at one of the breaks and maybe even get a seat. The theater was always so crowded. It never seemed to matter what day or what time. She wondered when the students had time to go to the movies with people like her husband teaching them.
"This is an institution for higher learnings" Bob was fond of saying. "And, by God, these kids are going to learn something if it kills them."
Regina left by the back door. Two to one he wouldn't even miss her. And if he did, what the hell?
It was warm outside as Regina walked up the hill toward the campus.
No one actually watched the movie. Oh, perhaps, there were a few, but they were on the main floor, up front somewhere. And these people were usually alone. Either they had been unable to come up with a date for the evening, or their steady was tied up at the frats, sororities, or dorms with homework. Those people, at loose ends, were there at the theater to kill time. However, when one was out to kill time, one usually went elsewhere. There was really something thoroughly frustrating about hearing the noises of love from every direction without being actually able to contribute to the general cacophony.
Mike and Carolyn got to the theater just after the lights had dimmed and the first feature was beginning. They felt their way through the rows in the balcony, finally recognizing their seats by the two people standing over them.
"I tell you, they're taken," Bill was saying loudly.
"Look, buster," the guy standing was saying loudly. "I've been watching those goddamned seats for the last fifteen minutes, and there is no one sitting in them."
"Flake off, bastard!" Bill said. "I tell you, they went for a piss. You just try telling me otherwise, and you're going to get your fucking face bashed in." He had said it loud enough for everyone around to hear him.
About the time the guy was about to make reply, Mike and Carolyn arrived to the rescue. The film credits for the movie were being flashed on the screen: A grouping of the foreign names no one had ever heard of before.
"Sorry, we got tied up in the can," Mike said, guiding Carolyn into one of the vacant seats. "It must have been that beer we had for supper. I thought I'd never go dry."
He took his seat and waited a few seconds before the cries of the "heads down!" drove the two people back to the lobby.
"Thank God," Debbie giggled, leaning over Bill to whisper to Carolyn. "I thought for a minute Bill was going to stand up and sock him."
"Knowing Mr. Linehan," Carolyn replied. "He probably would have relished the opportunity."
"The guy was liable to be a bit surprised had Bill suddenly got up," Debbie giggled. She nodded toward the sweater over Bill's lap. Carolyn suddenly realized that Bill's cock was out and being played with by Debbie. It was standard theater operating precedure. Of course, they could have just as soon done it elsewhere, but everyone had a bit of exhibitionist in them, a desire to be a bit daring. And for those, the movie theater was the place. Debbie imagined at least half the people in the balcony had their pants unzipped. The other half were fondling the male meat jutting through those opened trousers.
"Bill, what in the hell would you have done?" Carolyn whispered.
"I would have drowned him in cum," Bill replied.
They all laughed, including a few people who weren't even members of their party. No one complained about the noise. It turned out that the film was some foreign import with subtitles.
It was too early for the movie. Regina checked the time schedule before going in and saw that she had a good hour to kill before she could possibly get a seat in the crowded theater. Besides that, she didn't enjoy walking in on the middle of a feature. It was a quirk she had carried over from childhood.
Standing on the street corner, Regina was temporarily at a loss as to what she should do. She was very seldom out at night, never alone. It was a strange sensation, this moment of indecision she was experiencing. She felt like a caged bird who had found her cage door left open and had temporarily become drunk on the amount of free air she found on the outside of the bars.
A good five minutes passed before Regina realized she had to do something besides stand dreamily on the street corner. Strolling couples, brought out by the balmy weather, were giving her quizzical looks as they walked by.
She decided on the Falcon's Nest, a college pub up the street. A steady line of young people were going in and out through the oaken doors, and Regina suddenly desired to be around young people.
Bill was scooted down in his seat, his knees propped against the chairs in front of him. His knees were splayed to allow Debbie's fingers full access to his prick which was soaring through the unzipped crotch of his pants. Knowing that he was scheduled for the movie, he had worn no underpants, making his dick more easily accessible to his partner. Anyone bothering to look could tell what the two of them were up too. But none were interested in another couple's sexplay except where it enhanced their own. All up and down the aisles, there were coats and sweaters spread across male thighs bulging with erected cocks and pumping fists.
Bill, his head propped against the back of his seat, eyes focused on the screen, pretended to watch the movie. In reality, he couldn't even see the screen clearly-being nearsighted-and the motion picture characters were nothing but phantom-like blurs swirling in an opaque soup.
Debbie, too, pretended to watch the movie. Though she could see the buxum beauty hiding her lover in the closet as she bid good-bye to her little girl, Debbie was no more aware of the plot than her husband was. What she was aware of was the rod of flesh burning her hand. She didn't know why, but feeling hard male cock excited her. She was often capable of experiencing her own orgasm with just the feel of hard prick exploding in her hand. All it took was the feel of all that ooze sliming her fingers to convulse her guts in climactic shudders. She often wondered what part of her chemical make-up allowed her to orgasm without anything being shoved up her twat, but she never regretted the phenomenon. She got just as much pleasure out of their sessions in the theater as Bill did. Other girls often complained that jack-offs were rather one-sided affairs. Meaning that it was easier to unzip a pair of trousers and fish out a cock than it was to pull up a dress and play with a pussy. Of course, some of the smarter girls, like Carolyn, had wised up. They wore men's pants that zipped up the crotch just like their husband's trousers. That way, when it was time to reciprocate, all that was required was the shifting of the coat from one lap to the other.
Bill pressed his head harder against the back of his seat, his hands gripping the arm of his chair. He let his thighs fall wider apart, his cock pulsing harder with every fall of Debbie's fist over his cockshaft.
One of the blurs on the screen mumbled something sexy, and the subtitle flashed on the bottom of the screen.
"What's it say?" Bill whispered, his voice cracking with his pleasure.
"Fuck me, darling! Fuck me!" Debbie lied. In truth, the heroine had asked her boy friend to bring her the head of cabbage from the refrigerator.
"I think you're lying," Bill whispered reply.
"Believe me," Debbie giggled, her own twat leaking profusely now that she knew her husband was approaching climax. "My translation is far more exciting than the movie's."
"Yeah," Bill gasped, knowing that that would be his last word before orgasm. It would now take all of his self-control to refrain from screaming out his passions to let the whole world know his nuts were rupturing gallons of sperm. In the privacy of his own apartment, he would often send a cacophony of sound through the rooms. Debbie always found it interesting that, at one time, her husband could give such vocal indication of his pleasure, and at another, he could keep completely silent. She often worked his cock in the theater with the hopes of getting some verbal response from her husband. It was kind of a challenge to her, one she had not yet achieved. Turning her gaze to Bill now, she knew she would fail again. Though his eyes were blurred, his cheek muscles twitching, no one would have been really aware of his sexual state had they just been casually glancing his way. Bill showed all indications of watching the movie, of being thoroughly enhanced with it, though Debbie knew full well he was viewing nothing but a fog.
Bill gripped the arm of the seat even more tightly; his knuckles turned white with the force of his clutching. He tried to relax, finding the endeavor as impossible as he knew it would be. The muscles in his thighs and ass began to twitch.
Debbie's clasping fingers continued pumping the cock, feeling the fleshy stalk ballooning larger as Bill prepared for the eruption.
She knew he was there when he began to bite his lower lip. She didn't know whether the pain of the biting counteracted the pleasure to such a degree he could control it or not. All she knew was that when his teeth began sinking into his lower lip, he was only seconds from exploding.
Debbie was right. It took only two more strokes of the phallic pole before it spit its goo into her hand. The minute she felt the spunk splashing over her fingers, her own body trembled with an orgasm.
Finished finally, Bill calmly took a couple of kleenexes from his pocket. While still pretending to watch the movie, he wiped his love-juices from his softening pecker. Debbie wiped her own hands on a handkerchief she kept handy for just such occasions.
Regina Wilkins did not go back to the theater.
"Sorry about the mess," Chad Parker said, stepping back to let Regina step past him into the apartment. "I'm really not much of a housekeeper."
Regina waited just inside the door until Chad snapped on the lights. She didn't turn to look at him for fear that the brighter lighting of the apartment would make him not as handsome as he had looked over drinks at the Falcon's Nest. Maybe, more, she was afraid that he would now be able to see the wrinkles beginning to form about her eyes and mouth, and would change his mind.
However, Chad wasn't going to change his mind. It would have taken far more than a few wrinkles to make him throw this fish back into the water. No sir. Regina Wilkins might not have known him, but Chad knew her. He had seen her once at a tea at the dean's house. He had just been arriving as she was on her way out with her husband.
"Who's that?" he had asked Daphne. Daphne was his fiancee and knew everything there was to know about the campus and campus politics.
"Professor Wilkins and his wife," Daphne had answered. "Though how he managed to hook that broad-or any woman-is completely beyond me."
Professor Wilkins's wife! And here she was in Chad's apartment. Daphne would never believe it. No one would ever believe it. Chad hardly believed it. But then, he hadn't believed it when he had seen her entering the Falcon's Nest to sit by herself at a corner table. He hadn't believed it when he'd taken her a drink and she had accepted it with a smile. He hadn't believed it when he had asked if he might join her and she had consented.
Chad was free that evening. Daphne was off getting a Humanities test they both needed from Cliff Martin. After that, she had an appointment with Shirley Route. Shirley Route graded papers for Professor Titling. Professor Titling gave a course in the Analytic Theory of Sixteenth-Century Philosophy. Shirley thought she might be able to lift a copy of the exams if the price were right. The price, of course, was Daphne's body. Shirley was a diesel dyke, majoring in Education, and had had the hots for Daphne for at least two years. As this was Daphne's last year at Caliga U., it was the last chance for Shirl to get to her.
"Let's tone down the lighting a bit, should we?" Chad said, walking past Regina into the living room. There he switched on a lamp by the couch and returned to the door to switch off the glare of the more powerful bulb.
"I look more attractive in muted light," Chad smiled.
Regina still stood stiffly just inside the doorway. She was finding it difficult to move. Her legs were weak beneath her. She was finally beginning to wake up to just what she was doing.
"What?" she asked. She vaguely realized that Chad had asked her a question.
"I was wondering whether you would like a drink."
"Drink?" Regina asked absently. "No, I don't think so."
"Well, at least come on in and sit down," Chad said, still smiling. He realized that Regina was having second thoughts, and he was going to have to use all his charm to keep the woman right where she was. "Come on," Chad insisted. "I'll bend your ear with all sorts of tales about how a struggling young student must try and make it through the bureaucracy of the university system."
"By the looks of this apartment, I would hardly think money was a problem," Regina said, carefully surveying the room. She suddenly realized that Chad had driven her to one of the more expensive high rises bordering the campus grounds. She tried to remember the car they had driven in, but couldn't. She vaguely recalled its being a foreign sports model. Strange she couldn't remember. But it was all so hazy. It had all happened too fast.
"It was a wretched movie, wasn't it?" Bill asked, as the four of them left the theater with the rest of the patrons.
"You said it," Mike agreed.
"As if either of you saw any of the movie," Debbie laughed.
"Who said anything about having seen it?" Mike laughed. "Bill and I saw Henry Piles when we went to the can. He told us it was a horrid movie."
"And if anyone would know, he would," Carolyn agreed.
"But let's don't ruin the evening by talking about poor Henry," Bill laughed. "What do you say we all go over to the Falcon's Nest for a beer, and then we can beat it back to our apartment for some wild sex."
"Really, Bill," Mike weakly protested. "I do have some reading to do. Plus an eight o'clock lab in the morning."
"Come on, baby," Bill said, giving Mike a playful punch to the shoulder. "You know damned good and well, you're not going to get any studying done this evening. Why pretend otherwise?"
"I don't know," Mike replied, his protests getting even weaker.
"I tell you what," Debbie said, hooking Bill's arm and pulling him on down the street. "You come along, and I'll give you one of my famous blowjobs tonight."
"Now, how in the hell can you resist that?" Carolyn laughed aloud. She and Bill were walking arm in arm just behind the other two.
"If I flunk out, you bastards, I'll know who in the hell to blame," Bill said, his tone of voice indicating that he conceded to the will of the majority.
"Don't you worry, Mr. Crumbake," Bill laughed from behind him. "No friend of the Linehan's ever flunked out of school. Nor are they going to."
Debbie then told a risque joke she had heard that day in Chemistry lab from Daphne, and all four entered the Falcon's Nest laughing at the punch line.
"My God, my society friends are here!" Madge Witcomb screamed at the four as they entered. She always helped out with waiting tables when the place got full. She didn't need the money, hut she was sweet on Barry Fox, who worked behind the bar. Barry was working his way through school besides keeping up his B average. Madge had decided long ago that he was the man for her, and so she was more than anxious to do a bit of work to keep his job a light one.
"I would just love to see your mother's face if she saw you serving beers," Debbie laughed when Madge came to the table. All three girls were from the same home town.
"Wouldn't she shit bricks, though?" Madge laughed. "What'll it be? First round is on me."
"How about champagne?" Mike grinned. He liked Madge. As a matter-of-fact, he liked all Carolyn's friends. None of them were the stereotyped rich people. Madge and Carolyn had fallen for middle-class boys, Debbie catching the only male that was thoroughly acceptable to both her parents. However, whether family gave one-hundred per cent approval or not didn't much seem to matter any more. And everyone, including the parents, knew that their protestations would go unnoticed. So, the daughters married, and the parents adjusted. Carolyn's father was quick to point out that his son-in-law might not come from a monied family, but he was going to be a college graduate, so all hope wasn't lost.
"Yeah, how about champagne?" Bill agreed.
"How about beer?" Madge laughed. "My allowance hasn't showed up for this month."
"Beer it is, then," Bill said.
Madge headed toward the bar, bringing back their drinks and her fiance.
"We're going to join you lucky people for a few minutes," Madge said, putting the tray of beers on the table. "Barry just got a break."
"Can a working man join all you WASPS?" Barry laughed, sitting down.
"We promise not to sting," Debbie smiled, moving to make room.
They all drank to hard work and laughed over another joke of Debbie's. Then Barry told them about Chad and the middle-aged woman he had picked up a couple of hours before.
CHAPTER THREE
She shouldn't have come. Not because she wouldn't enjoy, but because she probably would. She could look at the youth walking naked toward her across the room, and all Bob's imperfections were more than evident. Regina somehow doubted that Bob had ever had the perfection of this youth's body.
Chad approached her slowly, wanting her to see his body but not be frightened by it. Regina was a woman, a married woman, and Chad's instincts told him that she was running scared. If he mishandled it, it could end up a catastrophe. He had to go easy, slowly. He sat on the edge of the bed. He had gone into the bathroom to disrobe at her request. When he came back into the bedroom, she was naked and in bed.
Regina had turned out the lights, pulling the sheets up to her neck. When she called that she was ready, Chad had opened the bathroom door, his magnificent body silhouetted in the doorway. Chad was on the varsity gymnastics team, was the captain of it, and he had the body to prove it. Most any man would have been dimmed physically by comparison, but Chad's body made Bob's seem utterly ridiculous.
"I saw you at the last gymnastics meet," Regina said. It had been one of those utterly long, boring days, and she had decided on a walk. She had merely followed a group of young people into the gymnasium and found the meet already in session. It was one of those meets held during the school day so there were plenty of seats available. She had found one off in one corner. She had sat there for the rest of the afternoon. That's where she had first seen Chad, though she hadn't immediately connected the leotarded athlete with the male Adonis who had joined her at her table in the Falcon's Nest and was now seated next to her on the bed.
"The one where I lost to Mishurumu?" Chad asked.
"I thought you were better," Regina lied. In truth, she didn't know enough about the sport to tell good from bad. She had been more interested in the male body that day than in what those bodies were doing. Since her sex life with Bob had gone from infrequency to nonexistence, she had begun thinking a lot about the male body, one part of it in particular.
"I'll beat him next time," Chad smiled.
Chad seemed so young to Regina. So very young. So very beautiful with his lush blond hair that tumbled in bangs over his forehead. He was young enough to be her son. She felt suddenly very old, old and ashamed that his handsome face and body were tying her guts into knots. She found her gaze slipping down over his body. She swallowed hard at the sight of muscles bulged to exquisite perfection on his chest, rippled in firm wash-boarded design across his belly. She found her eyes focused on the boy's belly button, afraid to let her eyes fall any further along the body. She was afraid of seeing his cock, actually terrified. She hadn't let herself single out his penis even as he had approached her on the bed. She had only been aware of something large and frightening conveniently blocked from her vision.
Chad took Regina's hand, placing it palm down against his chest. His flesh was hard and warm beneath her touch. Regina's fingers trembled as Chad pulled them downward to his belly. She felt the first indication of hair when she reached the navel. She tried to keep her palm pressed there, nestled amid the blond strands of hair clustered about the indent, but Chad forced her hand down further yet. The silkiness of hair about the navel gave way to the coarser pubic bush.
"Please," she whispered softly, not knowing whether it was a plea for him to stop or for him to proceed. She was confused, filled with conflicting desires, conflicting wants and needs.
"I want you," Chad said, dragging her hand further yet toward that point of his throbbing desire. "Can you understand? I want you."
He burrowed his lips into the crease at her neck, his lips kissing her skin while his hand guided hers nearer and nearer the erected staff.
"Do you want me?" Chad asked. "Do you? Do you?"
Her hand touched his swollen dick. She tried to pull away, but he kept her there.
"Feel it," he said, whispering into her ear. "It's hard, baby. It's hard for you. It wants you."
"Oh, Jesus," she replied, her free hand wrapping around the youth's neck, her other hand closing about as much of the penis as she could grasp. "Jesus, yes, I want you."
He kissed her, kissed her hard, kissed her with the force of youth in heat. How different that kiss was from Bob's mush-like puckers at bedtime. Chad's lips forced hers apart, his thick tongue darting out to trace her teeth and gums before plunging through to battle sensuously with Regina's tongue.
The sheet had fallen from Regina's tits. Chad pressed his muscled chest against her boobs, rolled to put his belly against hers. He fell on her, the only thing keeping his cock from penetrating her was the sheet which still covered her lower body.
Chad's hands slipped beneath the sheet, flowed down the curves of the woman's body to cup the smoothness of her ass. The buns fit nicely into his hands. He used them to push her hips up closer to his body. She felt his hard cock banging futilely at the gates of her twat, hindered from entrance by the sheet.
His upper body was naked against her, his lips hot against her own. He sucked her lips tightly into his. Her hand was still wrapped about his dong. She wished now that she had looked at it. Her senses were failing her. By the mere touching, his prick seemed a monster of gargantuan proportions. Regina felt more of it, letting her fingers glide from its thick knotted base to the bulbous head that fitted snuggly in the palm of her hand.
It was big! God, it was big! Bob's cock was large, but this hunk of meat was unbelievable. The glide from tip to anchorage near the balls was an endless slide over blood-engorged flesh. And those balls? My, God, those balls! She couldn't hold them all in one hand. There was too much of them: Too much skin for one hand to adequately contain.
Chad again let his lips kiss Regina's neck, his tongue moving up the slender column of flesh to stab deeply into her ear, roaming over the folds. He gently bit her lobe.
"I want to fuck you," he whispered breathlessly into her ear. "Will you let me fuck you, baby? Please."
"Yes," Regina moaned. "Oh, God, yes. Fuck me."
He pulled back from her, looking into her face. His face was slightly flushed, his blond hair tousled. There was a thin veneer of sweat on his forehead. He looked delightfully sensuous.
"Shall I get something?"
"Get something?" Regina was temporarily confused by just what he meant.
"I mean, I've got some things in the drawer if we need them."
"Oh," Regina laughed lightly. "No, you don't need anything. We liberated women have taken up the pill. Or haven't you heard?"
Chad smiled. He had a very nice smile. It revealed strong even teeth; it dimpled his left cheek.
"Then, what are we waiting for?" Chad asked, kissing her gently on the nose.
"For nothing," Regina said, releasing his prick so she might wrap his neck with both arms. "We are waiting for absolutely nothing at all."
He took hold of the sheet between them, dragging it downward. Regina felt more and more of Chad's naked flesh touching her own as the cloth was pulled away. Her twat was uncovered, and for the first time she felt the real flesh of his cock nuzzling it. No longer was there anything separating the two sexual areas. The only thing that now held the cock at bay was Chad's willpower. In a few seconds, it would be done.
Chad did not immediately insert, his penis. He knew he had a sex-starved woman on his hands. Knowing that it was Bob Wilkins's wife he had in bed, he was not surprised that she was unsatisfied. Bob Wilkins hardly looked like a cocksman. He looked as if he would have difficulty satisfying himself with a good handjob let alone satisfying a woman. The boy was determined that Regina Wilkins was going to enjoy her outing from her husband. It was important that she enjoy it. He forewent the release of his own emotions to build Regina to greater heights of enjoyment through extended foreplay.
Regina was temporarily confused when Chad didn't immediately put it to her after the sheet barrier was removed. She expected his hasty thrusting us her cunt because it had been her experience in the past-both with Bob and the other men she had known before him-that men were more concerned with themselves than with their partners. She had come, over the years, to accept this procedure as a matter of course. She had learned to grab what pleasure she could from a fuck and had often been able to obtain a degree of satisfaction that she considered optimum.
When Chad didn't fill her right off, Regina first thought that he had changed his mind. That thought made her guts ache. She knew she had reached a point where the only thing that would ease her tension was a fuck. If Chad had changed his mind, Regina would have been at a loss. A fingerfuck wouldn't have sufficed her, nor would she have been able to convince Bob of her desperate need should Chad leave her unsatisfied. She was frightened.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked.
"Wrong?" Chad laughed. "Not that I know of. Why?"
"I just thought that maybe something was wrong. I mean...."
Chad laughed, kissing Regina's chin.
"I've got this thing," Chad said, blushing even in the darkness-or seeming to. "Once I cum, I'm not much good for the rest of the night. When I get a lovely lady in bed, I'm always a bit reluctant to let her go. I'm selfish, I guess. We men are famous for thinking only of ourselves."
"It's my fault," Regina said, suddenly very embarrassed. "I thought maybe it was something wrong with me."
"There's nothing wrong with you, silly," Chad laughed. "Just let me hold you for a few seconds. Let my body and eyes feast upon your nakedness. Then I'll fuck you."
"Yes," Regina said, shutting her eyes to his caress. "Make it beautiful."
And he did. He made it more beautiful than any sexual experience she had had before. His kissing and caressing played Regina's body to a high state of excitement. If she desired his cock in the beginning, she had to have it in the end. There was no way she would have been content to leave that room without having had his sperm pumped up her guts. She was keyed to a fantastic level of sexual excitement. She reached a point where she was frantically grabbing for Chad's cock, trying to stuff it up her box. She was literally sobbing with her frustration. Each moment her cunt was unfilled was an eternity of pleasurable agony. Every part of her body ached with frustration. She plowed her hands up her snatch, yanked open her twatlips.
"Stick me!" she pleaded. "Oh, please. Stab me."
The thick cockhead, wet from Chad's pre-seminal ooze, pressed to the juice-slimed lips of her vagina. Chad paused only momentarily. He, himself, was ready for the plunge. He groaned with his insertion, moaned as inner cuntwalls collapsed about his dork, immersing his dick in a womb of pink flesh and sexual juices.
Regina crushed her body to Chad's, her hips grinding her snatch against Chad's pelvic bone. The woman twisted, manipulated her cunt about the plugging spike.
"Oh, God, you're good," Regina mumbled.
The woman panted, her grinding movements ramming the cock deeper in her. She moved in conjunction with his fucking. His bone-hard dork drew out then pushed back into her juice-slicked pussy.
Her legs clamped about his waist, her heels locking in the small of his back. Her snatch gnawed hungrily at his pecker. Their pubic hairs mingled: Her's brown and his blond.
Chad groaned with the hungry gumming of his dork. He heaved his hips, sending his prick twisting through the hot spasming flesh of inner pussy. The cunt-muscles endeavored to pull his cock in further. When his dick was in all the way, vagina-muscles strove to pull it in more. The vacuum resulted in Chad's dong being almost pulled off his body.
Regina screamed with his slidings in her hot, loving snatch. She writhed with the long cock's plunging again and again into her wet love-mouth. As Chad raised higher in the saddle-the upper length of his penis pressed against Regina's distended clitoris-the pleasure for Regina became overpowering.
Chad's cock surged to even greater dimensions, ballooning inside Regina's body. He thrust again into her, feeling the paining result from his balls slapping against the woman's perspiration-dampened ass. He pulled back, plunged yet again into the quivering, dork-hungry cunt. He increased the momentum of his humping, his dork jamming in a series of long, hard strokes.
Had she been wearing spurs, Chad's back would have been a mass of ripped flesh. Her heels were continually pressing into his back, inching up it as Regina strove to give Chad more and more access to her cunt.
Regina's eyes rolled in her head. Her teeth gnashed in anticipation of the upcoming eruptions. She opened her mouth to groan, but she only bubbled spit. Her body hunched out of control, hips twisting from side to side, cunt grinding about Chad's long cock.
Chad plugged her snatch. His balls no longer flopped against her ass. They had elevated to the base of his prick, were swelling for explosion. Hip muscles rippled, thigh muscles tensing as Chad's moment arrived.
Regina didn't know where she was. She had lost all sense of perspective. She found the reality of the moment was gone. She was somewhere else, somewhere she had never been before. It was a world of rushing winds, strange noises, fantastic colors. It was an existence filled with electric shocks, spiraling waves of gut-knotting pleasures that washed her with ecstasy. She sang her pleasure, hearing Chad's voice joining her.
The two, locked together, bucked on the bed. Chad's penis flew for one final trip up the glove-tight snatch. When its bulbous tip had pushed to its ultimate depth, the lips pulsed open, and a deluge of white spunk blasted Regina's guts.
"Oh, God!" Regina bellowed. "Oh, fucking, Jesus Christ!"
She fought to retain consciousness. She feared she was going to pass out. She didn't want to pass out. She didn't want to miss any of it. She wanted to know and feel all, had to feel it all.
Regina mumbled animalistic groans through the spit pooling in her mouth. She then gasped in the wonderment of the moment. As impossible as it seemed, another orgasm-bigger yet than any-rushed to drown her.
"Jesus Christ, are you insatiable?" Christine asked. "You must have cum five times already this evening."
"One more time," Jed pleaded, rubbing his crotch through his Jockey shorts. He was at the desk, Christine on the bed in her slip. They were both surrounded with books.
"I thought I came here to study?"
"It was that fucking Martin," Jed said, getting up and stretching. As he did so, his erect cock swelled out against his underpants. There was a damp circle in the cotton where the cock lips had oozed seminal residue. "Every time the bastard fucks a broad, I get even hornier that I usually am. It's these damned plyboard walls. You can hear everything through them."
"Do you realize this could all result in a chain reaction? What in the hell happens if your neighbor on the other side gets horny because of our screwing? Before long the whole dorm is involved in sexual gymnastics."
"I doubt that he's even there. He's some big jock that spends most of his time running around with' the frat crowd. I don't think I've spoken to the silly bastard more than once or twice since I've been here. Besides, I don't care what the rest of the dorm is doing or is planning to do. I want to fuck," Jed said, dropping his underpants, stepping out of them. His penis was hard, jutting from sizable testicles upward to a point almost to Jed's navel.
"How are we going to do it this time? You'd better get one of those books on positions," Christine sighed, pulling her slip up over her head. "At the rate we're going this evening, we're liable to exhaust our limited repetoire."
"I'll get us all a drink first," Debbie said, dropping her sweater on a chair. Before going into the kitchen, however, she picked the sweater back up. "Really, William," she said, dropping it back down again. "That's the fourth sweater in three weeks you've got all gooied up with your jizm."
"Maybe I'll start wearing a rubber to the movies."
"Maybe you'd better."
"I'll give you a hand," Carolyn said, going with Debbie into the kitchen.
"To catch my cum?" Bill laughed.
"I was talking about a hand with the drinks," Carolyn laughed.
"Oh," Bill sounded disappointed.
"Hey, do any of you guys want a delicious home-made sandwich?" Debbie screamed, without coming back into the living room.
"Make me a ham and cheese, honey," Bill said, taking off his shoes and stockings before starting to work on his shirt.
"Make it two," Mike added, dropping into the easy chair.
"Make yourself at home, man," Bill said. "You must know by now that our pad is yours and Carolyn's pad."
Mike had removed shoes, socks, and shirt by the time the girls returned from the kitchen with sandwiches and liquor.
"Well, aren't we making ourselves at home?" Debbie smiled, sticking the tray of drinks on the coffee table.
"It'll give us a head start for later," Bill smiled from the couch. He had just taken a bite of his sandwich and was talking with his mouth full.
Carolyn passed the tray of sandwiches to Mike and then put it back on the coffee table next to the tray of glasses. She picked up a ham and cheese, opted instead for a tuna and dill pickle. She peeled back one of the layers of brown bread to double-check for an adequate slicing of dills.
"What in the hell do you think Chad was doing picking up some middle-aged dame at the Falcon's Nest?" Debbie asked, sitting next to her husband on the couch.
"And think of what Daphne is going to say," Bill laughed, smacking his lips over one finished sandwich and reaching for another. "She's going to be one sorry girl if Chad decides he likes sticking his cock up older, more experienced cunt."
"Older, maybe," Carolyn said. "But I doubt anyone is any more experienced than Daphne."
"I'll drink to that," Bill said, raising his glass in toast.
"I suspect you would," Carolyn smiled.
"Aren't you girls just a bit uncomfortable with all those clothes on?" Bill asked, unzipping his trousers so that his pubic hair and part of his cock bulged through.
"Did you marry a sex maniac?" Carolyn asked with a laugh.
"Did we both marry one, you mean, don't you?" Debbie laughed, nodding toward Mike.
"My God, Michael," Carolyn said. "Couldn't you have at least waited until we were finished eating?"
Mike had gone one step further than Bill, having not only unzipped his trousers but also pulled out his cock. It rose thick and hard, jutting up from his opened thighs.
"I thought this was the best time," Mike smiled. "I mean, what a better time to pull out cocks than when people are hungry and looking for something to eat?"
"I want ham and cheese, not anchovies," Carolyn smiled.
"I like anchovies," Debbie said.
"He's all yours," Carolyn shrugged.
Debbie went to kneel between Mike's legs.
"Hey, Carolyn," Bill called sweetly. "Someone once told me my cum tasted just like honey."
"Oh, brother," Carolyn laughed. She put her half-finished sandwich back on the tray and went to kneel between Bill's legs.
Mike was already sighing with the pleasure of Debbie's tongue licking his cock.
Jed came at Christine from the rear. He did so because she insisted on it.
"I'm just too damned tired to go at it missionary style," Christine said, lying belly-down on the bed. "I'd be lucky to drum up enough energy to wrap my legs around your waist."
"You're the first girl I ever saw who got turned off by fucking."
"I'm just a promiscuous female, honey, not a nympho."
They had finally compromised. Jed was still to penetrate from the rear, but Christine consented to kneel by the side of the bed.
"Do get to it, Jed. I've still got some reading to do."
Christine put her head on folded arms, shut her eyes and waited. Jed got down behind her, spitting into his hand and spreading the saliva over his burgeoning dork. He leaned to put the blunted cockhead to her asshole.
"You take up buggering now?" Christine asked, feeling the dick playing at the wrong hole, but making no effort to align it with the right entrance.
"It's one we haven't tried yet this evening."
"Jesus, Jed," Christine sighed. "You are too damned much."
"Would you mind?"
"Honey, you put your cock where you damned well please. But do hurry it up."
Jed worked his hands around Christine's hips, spreading her twatlips, the velvet flesh oozing juices to his fingertips. That completed, he brought the sticky fluid to her puckered asshole.
"Wake me when you're done, won't you, Jed?"
"You silly bitch," Jed laughed. "You're the only girl I know who loves to get fucked but pretends so much that she doesn't."
"Just make sure that cock of yours is all slopped up, honey," Christine said. "I still haven't recovered from that evening you got drunk at my apartment and decided to dry-fuck my asshole."
"You know," Jed said, placing blunted cockhead to asshole, "I knew you were going to bring that up. I just knew it."
"Come on, Jed. Let's get going."
Jed shoved. The tip of his meat began stretching the sphincters. He pushed harder, and the bulbous head slipped through. He pushed again, watching half of his prong sink into the hole.
Christine juggled her ass to better accommodate Jed's prick. Jed, in turn, pulled his prick out just a fraction of an inch before shoving it deeper. With a series of in-and-out thrust, each push buried his prick deeper yet, Jed worked his way up her butt. Finally, he was submerged to his nuts. He gave one extra push to make doubly sure he could go no further, even using both his hands to push apart Christine's buttcheeks. Jed found it strangely exciting the way Christine's browned mouth hugged the base of his dork.
Christine jiggled her butt again. She let slip a low groan. The groan, more than anything, pleased Jed. Christine always tried to act so damned blase. But, in truth, she really loved to get fucked. It didn't really matter whether she got the cock in mouth, cunt, ass, under the arms, between her tits, between her toes, or at the bend of her knees and elbows, Christine loved to be fucked. Literally loved it. And the really neat part was that her cool would soon dissolve just as it had all the other times in her apartment. In just a few seconds she would be growling like some animal in heat, her sweaty ass would be shoving and grinding against his pelvis, her anal muscles would be milking him dry. She was two different people, this hot young bitch. She was cool, sophisticated, blase Christine. And then she was Christine of the Fuck. That's what Jed liked to call her: Christine of the Fuck. It had kind of a religious ring to it.
"My little Christine of the Fuck," Jed whispered, his cock pulled out to its head, shoved back up her butt.
Christine mumbled again. She had placed her hands on the edge of the bed. Already her hips were beginning to take on new motion. It wouldn't be too long, not too long at all.
"Feels good," Jed mumbled. "Feels real good, honey."
"Shut up and fuck!" Christine said, her ass pushing back hard into Jed's lower belly.
"Sure, honey," Jed replied, punctuating each word with a movement in her ass. "Sure, I will. Sure, I will. Sure, I will.
Jed let his hands again circle Christine's hips to plug her crack. His jamming fingers could feel his cock through the thin membrane separting ass from cunt.
Christine's responses were becoming more frantic. Her butt was swinging back and forth, aiding Jed in his pumping of the gripping asshole. Her twat was dribbling juices to wet Jed's hand.
Jed attempted to comply to the girl's insistent demands, the cock stiff between his legs scraped raw by the tightness of her anal passage.
Christine seemed to go wild. Her hips and body convulsed, spasmed, trembled. Her hair flopped back and forth as she threw her head from side to side. As if on a hinge, her body thrust back and forth, back and forth.
Jed strove desperately to jam her in her deepest recesses. He wanted desperately to join her in her climax. He concentrated all his energy into fucking that one puckered hole. He pushed in all the way, rigid dick squeezing through the inner lining of the rectum. His fingers, jammed up cunt, pressed on cock through the thin dividing membrane.
He pushed harder. A ram of Christine's ass assured that the penis was to its full depth. Jed's whole body tensed. He pulled his hands from Christine's crack, his slime-covered fingers gripping Christine's two hanging jugs. He squeezed them, squeezed them hard, knowing that any pain he gave her would only increase the girl's pleasure.
"Drown me, fucker! Drown me!"
"Do it, you bastard!" Jed's next-door neighboor screamed, banging on the wall. "And do it damned fast, or I'll come over there and do it for you."
There was an added excitement in knowing that their sexual gyrations had been overhead. It was kind of added thrill an exhibitionist might get by pulling out his cock for a very young lady. This extra titillation was all Jed needed. He held on to Christine for dear life as his body commenced orgasmic spasms.
Jed hunched over Christine's body, his cock sunk up her anal crack, his teeth biting her neck like an alley cat in heat.
"I know you don't take the course," Shirley said, her snatch dripping at its closeness to Daphne Powers. She wished to hell they had picked someplace less crowded for their discussion. The Student Union Building's cafe was getting the last of the late-nighters. And almost all the boys and girls seemed to know Daphne. She was that popular.
"I realize that," Daphne repeated for the umpteenth time. She realized that all of what they had to say had been said for at least half an hour. Everything since then was just a ruse on Shirley's part to keep Daphne near. Daphne thought it a bit sick the way the dyke was almost drooling every time Daphne's nylon-covered thighs rubbed against each other.
"You're sure?" Shirley asked. "I mean, I wouldn't have bothered at all. But Cliff Martin said it really didn't matter."
"I told you it wouldn't matter," Daphne said, seeing Chad Parker enter the cafe. She hoped he would see her and be fast to the rescue. "I know several people who take the course who will be glad to get hold of the tests."
Daphne caught Chad's eye, and he headed for the table. Daphne breathed a secret sigh of relief, turning her full attention on Shirley. Daphne didn't want the girl to think that it had been a secret summons which had brought the man toward their table.
"If you think you can get your hands on them, then give me a call," Daphne said. "I'm sure we can come up with a deal that will be satisfactory to the both of us." And she gave Shirley her sweetest smile, letting the girl know that for a copy of the exam, she would let Shirley taste what was hidden by her skirt.
"Hey, Daphne, baby," Chad said, standing by the table. "Do you have a couple of minutes?"
"Gee, I don't know," Daphne replied, knowing that Chad would know just how badly she wanted to get away. She gave Shirley a private glance that seemed to indicate she would much rather be talking to her than to this young man.
"It's really important, Daphne."
Daphne checked her watch, gave Shirley another sweet smile and stood up.
"Remember to give me that call," Daphne said, adjusting her skirt as she moved out from behind the booth table.
"I will," Shirley said; and Daphne knew she would.
"See you later," Daphne winked, turning to lead Chad down the aisle to a table by the window.
"Nice company you keep," Chad smiled, sitting at the table.
"Jesus!" Daphne said with a sigh. "The things I go through to get my friends through college."
"Shirley, the diesel dyke, is going to contribute to our cause?"
"Shirley, the diesel dyke, is going to get you through Analytic Theory of Sixteenth-Century Philosophy."
"You don't say," Chad said, grinning appreciatively. "That class was beginning to be just a bit of a bore."
"You're lucky you came in when you did. Had I been forced to spend one more minute with that girl's eyes trying to creep up my dress, I think I would have told her to keep her exam."
"Chad to the rescue," Chad laughed. "And how did it go with Cliff?"
"At least we'll pass one Humanities test," Daphne said, taking the folded exam copy out of her purse and handing it to the boy.
Chad read over some of the questions, blew Daphne a kiss.
"Excellent work, baby. Excellent."
"Don't go throwing me too many kisses," Daphne said. "I would actually hate to get dear Shirley jealous."
"Dear Shirley has left," Chad informed her.
"Thank God. That girl is something else."
"Which reminds me, I did something this evening."
"I had no doubts of that," Daphne said, taking the exam which he handed back to her. "The question is, who?"
"Well, I hate to say anything prematurely, but pretty quick we lucky people just might be able to quit worrying about Wilkins's Bio-Sci."
"You've been drinking at the Falcon's Nest, haven't you?" Daphne smiled. "You, I and every student unlucky enough to be taking Wilkins's Bio-Sci, know that he's the only one with access to his tests. He doesn't even have any graduate students helping him with his grading."
Chad leaned conspiratorally across the table.
"I spent the evening fucking Mrs. Wilkins."
"Honey, this is Daphne," the girl replied, patting his hand gently.
"Believe me, baby," Chad replied, smiling.
"Are you serious?"
"She's a sex-starved woman, Daphne."
"With a bastard like Wilkins for a mate, I can see why," Daphne said. "Now tell me how you and Wilkin's wife managed to end up in bed."
"Let's go back to the apartment and talk about it over the stained sheets."
"Are you sure this wasn't just an excuse to get me in the sack?"
"Cross my heart."
"Damn!" Daphne replied.
The two got up and left the cafe.
Regina knew he was awake even though she didn't look to the bed. She didn't bother turning on the lights; instead, she began undressing in the dark. She finished undressing and got in bed without Bob's saying anything. After they had both remained silent for another five minutes, Regina thought maybe Bob wasn't going to say anything.
She couldn't have been more wrong. He had had a good three hours of inner boiling after discovering her missing. He vaguely imagined his wife walking the streets like a common whore trying to pick up the first young thing in pants that crossed her line of vision. He had no doubts but that that's where she'd been. He knew she was a slut when he married her. He should have known she wasn't a professor's wife when he realized she had such an unhealthy preoccupation with sex. He often wondered just what had gotten into him. Why had he married her? She had bewitched him, that's what. She was the first woman like her that he had ever seen. She had infatuated him, tricked him into marriage. And now what? Now, she would endanger his career with her philandering.
He had gone to his bed not really surprised to find her missing. Every night, recently, he had come into the bedroom expecting to find her missing. Each time she was there, he was surprised.
This evening, however, her bed had been empty. He had undressed, his body chilled even after he had crawled beneath the covers.
He had checked the clock on the bedside stand when he heard her enter the house. She came through the back door, just as she had left by it. He knew, without seeing her distinctly, that she had had sex. There was a smell about her that filled the room: A thick heady smell of woman in heat, the pungent aroma of spent sex-dead sperm. It was so strong it almost gagged him.
"Do you want to tell me where you've been?" he asked. His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Do you want to know?" she replied. She was determined to tell him if he wanted to know.
"You've been out trying to pick up a lay."
"I not only tried," Regina said defiantly. "I succeeded."
"You bitch!" Bob screamed, and he was suddenly out of his bed and standing over her.
Regina found his pathetic body and its shakings of rage to be rather amusing. She couldn't help but smile at it. She couldn't help comparing its indistinct lines with the chiseled perfection of Chad Parker.
"You slut!" Bob said between clenched teeth. "You unfaithful whore!"
His indignation was so thoroughly amusing that Regina could no longer hold back actual laughter.
"You call me a whore because I wanted a man and went out and found one, you impotent, middle-aged fool? Well, if that's your definition of a whore, then maybe I am one. But I'm a woman first. And a woman needs a man-if just occasionally. And you sure as hell don't function like a man. You don't even look much like one."
Bob turned bright red. His cheeks puffed up, and he seemed to suck in his stomach in an effort to make his chest seem more manly. The caricature was too much for Regina. She started to laugh so hard that it seemed impossible to stop. She laughed until tears came to her eyes. She continued laughing even after Bob slapped her. Though the force of the flesh hitting flesh reverberated through the room, Regina strangely felt no pain. If anything, the action seemed to make everything that much more ludicrous.
She was still laughing when Bob pulled back her covers. She was still laughing when he plopped down on her like a dead fish, trying to stuff his flaccid cock up her cunt.
"I'll show you who's a man," Bob screamed. "I'll show you good."
But his cock wouldn't even get hard. There was no way he could even get a piece of it jammed up Regina's snatch. In the end, he lay exhausted upon her, his body slick with sweat.
"Oh, Robert," Regina said sadly. "Do go to bed. You have an eight o'clock class in the morning."
CHAPTER FIVE
Shirley Route went to the dresser drawer and dug through the clothes in the top drawer until she found what she was looking for. It resembled a large metal shaft covered with pimples. In reality, it wasn't metal at all. It was rubber. It was a dildo.
"The biggest dildo ever!" the advertisement had proclaimed. "If you think you have experienced the ultimate in pleasure, wait until you've tried this. Thirteen inches of guaranteed enjoyment. And in this instance, thirteen is not your unlucky number. Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime offer, and let us introduce you to hour upon hour of unforgettable experiences. Send $12.95 and get yours today...."
Shirley had seen the advertisement long before she got the dildo. She was afraid to send for it at home because her mother was always first to the mail. Even in the age of the liberated female, it would have been virtually impossible to explain away the ordering of a thirteen-inch pseudo-cock to one's mother. However, after Shirley had gone off to college and moved into her own apartment, the ordering of the dildo was the first thing she had done.
The package had been delivered five weeks later. It had taken it so long from date of initial ordering to date of delivery that she had really given up hope that it would ever come at all. And when it did, the box had been damaged: Smashed and ripped on one side. Left by the postman in front of her door, a portion of the hard rubber contents clearly visible to one and all. Shirley, embarrassed to tears, had hidden the unopened package in the back of the closet, prepared to deny to her dying day that she had even received it.
There it remained until that night with Jessica. Jessica was a Lesbian. The bus she was on had broken down and she wasn't going to be able to get out of town for at least three hours. Jessica was killing time in the Greyhound bus terminal's cafeteria. She spotted Shirley as a sister of Lesbos the minute she saw her at the next table. Shirley often came down to the bus station to watch the people. She always seemed to have a lot of spare time with nothing to do with it. Boys avoided her like the plague.
Jessica, thinking that she might well put her three-hour layover to good advantage, picked up her coffee and joined the girl. She was just experienced enough, and Shirley still innocent enough, so that they both ended up back at Shirley's apartment.
"Got the cock, babe?" Jessica had asked. She had most of her clothes off before she had gotten through the door.
"The cock?"
"Yeah, babe, the dildo. We could have used mine, but it's checked on that lousy bus. You do have one, for Christ's sake?"
Shirley went into the bedroom, retrieving the box from beneath its pile of dirty clothes and other odds and ends. She took out the thick rubber penis, covered as it was from bulbous head to base with a series of hard rubber outcroppings. It looked like some instrument of medieval torture and not something guaranteed to give "hours and hours of unbearable ecstasy." Jessica was impressed.
"Would you look at the size of that mother?"
Jessica squealed, taking the dildo from Shirley and examining each and every inch of it from tip to fake rubber balls to the straps needed to hook it to a woman's body. "I once got screwed with one of these babies in Tucson. Honey, you are in for a real treat."
Jessica strapped the phallus on her, adjusting the leather thongs for a proper fit.
"Don't just stand there, honey," Jessica said, stroking the cock as if it were her own. "Warm up some milk and then go get yourself undressed. Little Jessica here wants to make the best of these few hours I'm stuck in this cowtown. Honey, I'm sure as hell happy you were cruising the bus station."
Shirley only took Jessica's instructions about the milk seriously when the woman repeated her request.
"Put the milk on fast, honey," Jessica said. "It should be ready by the time we're both undressed."
The milk, Shirley found out, was for the dildo. When it was nice and warm, it was poured into the rubber balls in preparation for a simulated orgasm on the part of the rubber cock. That wasn't all Shirley learned from Jessica, however. She also learned that she was a Lesbian. For the first time in her life, Shirley actually enjoyed sex. When Jessica crawled between her legs and pointed the Vaseline-greased head of that rubber cock to her cunt, two orgasms had already wrenched Shirley's guts. During the insertion, she had another one.
"You are a hot bitch, honey," Jessica said. "If I didn't know how goddamned active those bus stations were, I would have thought you hadn't had sex for a long, long time."
Shirley was in heaven. What a heaven. Jessica pumped and pumped, plugging all thirteen inches of hard prick up Shirley's hole. The rubber phallus slipped rhythmically back and forth in her quim.
Jessica was driving Shirley out of her ever-living mind with her thrustings of the fake cock. With no respite, her hips pounded and pounded, rubber cock dredging Shirley's guts. Shirley's legs were wrapped about the woman's waist. It was almost like being fucked by a half-man, half-woman. The unreality of the moment was almost too much to bear. Shirley's legs shook spasmodically, her body getting ready for another orgasm.
Jessica, too, was excited. With a quick check of the clock on the table indicating that her bus was scheduled to leave before too long, Jessica knew she had to finish off this session-as enjoyable as it was. She heaved faster, faster yet, knowing that if she played her cards right, her blasting would coincide with Shirley's.
"I feel it! I feel it!" Shirley bellowed through clenched teeth. "Oh, God, I feel it!"
And brother, did she feel it. First she felt her cunt-muscles spasming about the rubber intruder. Then she felt her body go stiff with pleasure. Then there was the feel of the scalding milk being flushed into her guts. Jessica, at the height of her own orgasm, had wrapped her hand about the latex nuts and squeezed. The milk the balls had been filled with pushed up through the hollow tunnel in the phallus shaft, jettisoned out of the submerged tip like water from a fire hose.
The exploding deluge of milk was too much. Shirley screamed, her body shaking like a spastic in fit. The pleasure was unbearable. It was so great, as a matter-of-fact, that the girl passed out from its intensity. When she woke up, Jessica had gone, and the bed was covered with blood. Shirley was no longer a virgin.
Bill could see his wife going down on Mike's huge dong, as his hands guided Carolyn's head up and down over his own swollen shaft. The sight of his wife giving head to another guy never ceased to excite him. He used to think it a peculiarity of himself, but Mike confessed the same erotic feelings upon seeing Carolyn involved in sex with someone else.
"I get even harder when I see her sucking your cock," Mike had said one day over beers. "I mean, really hard. It's wild."
Bill had agreed. It was always wild. It was wild now. Really exciting. He let his legs fall further open, letting his gaze fall to Carolyn's head before glancing back to Debbie and Mike. It was kind of like being sucked off by proxy. Debbie and Carolyn's heads moved in unison: Up, down, up, down, around, and around.
Mike leaned back in his chair, thighs held open by Debbie's hands, cock buried up Debbie's mouth. His eyes were almost shut, but he could still see his wife and Bill across from him. He bounced his butt on the cushions, feeling his prick jerk in Debbie's throat.
"Hold on, honey," Mike said. "We'll sixty-nine on the floor."
He slipped from the chair, moving slowly so that Debbie didn't have to surrender his prick for even a moment. Bill, seeing what was happening, decided to do likewise. In a matter of minutes both couples were head-to-cock, cunt-to-face on the carpeting. Both men were on top of their partners, their legs kneeling about the women's heads. The girls, gripping handfuls of male ass, used their holds for leverage to pull their faces up about the swollen dongs projecting from the bases of the male bellies.
Mike began licking Debbie's navel, trying to take his mind off the pleasure at his groin and concentrate on giving the girl her share of pleasure. He left the belly button, his tongue flicking further downward toward the gaping female slash. He tongued the soft, tender skin of Debbie's lower belly.
Mike's hands kneaded the sides of Debbie's thighs, his teeth and tongue nuzzling the pubic hairs growing thickest surrounding the mons venus. Debbie allowed her legs to stretch wider. His exploding lips and tongue drew closer and closer to the wet hole. Debbie bent her legs at the knees, bringing heels close to her ass. She then let her thighs fall open like two butterfly wings.
The sight of Debbie's twat grinning sensuously at him, twatlips wet with slime and slightly opened, was too much to resist. Mike dove into her snatch, smothering her pussylips with kisses. Debbie's body jerked, the girl moaned as a wet tongue made contact with the pulsing outer lips of her pussy. Debbie's twat fluttered with the touching, her entire pelvic region reacting. Her butt bounced against the rug. Her face bounced faster up and down the swollen pap Mike was offering her, The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: An erotic conglomeration of guttural groans and slobberings. It was a music made by lovers for lovers. Its very presence seemed to spur everyone onward, ever onward toward that one enjoyable moment of ecstasy they all realized was not far off: Ejaculation.
Bill's tongue worked deep up Carolyn's snatch, searching over the inner folds of raw flesh with a sense of utter abandonment. He licked the slash from side to side, up and down, the tip of his tongue probing the girl's heated and distended clit. Every time he touched it, Carolyn would jerk, then moan. Her moanings were muffled about the huge dork plugging her guts. Her sighs and groans vibrated along the shaft of meat-tickling the burgeoning hunk of manhood.
They didn't all climax at one time, as much as their muddled brains misconstrued that they had. In truth, it was Debbie who blew first, followed closely by Carolyn. Each of the girls had reached their peak plateaus and were coasting back down from the summit when Mike cut loose. Bill's nuts broke when he heard Mike's groans of sexual release. The deluge of spunk pushed both girls back up the mountain of excitement and allowed them each a second more powerful climax that was hardly separable from their initial orgasm. Everything happened in such rapid succession, however, that they all thought they had cum at once. This realization, as false as it was, only added to the combined pleasure. What would have been four great orgasms became something more.
"So, that's my tale, baby," Chad said, opening the door.
"I only hope this works into something worthwhile," Daphne commented, going into the living room and switching on a light. "I would certainly hate to think of your using all that delicious spunk of yours for nothing."
"That's what I like to hear," Chad laughed.
"Real, honest-to-goodness concern."
"It is concern, you know," Daphne assured him. "After spending the evening being fucked by a Cliff Martin, and oogled by a Shirley Route, I was kind of looking forward to being screwed by a Chad Parker."
"Would you believe I saved a gallon of warm sperm just for you?" Chad said, going to the bar to pour them both a drink.
"Don't make any rash promises, stud," Daphne said, accepting her glass of liquor. "I'm liable to make you wear a rubber just so I can measure your output."
"Would you believe a quart of cum?"
"Maybe."
"Let's make it an ounce," Chad smiled over his own drink. "I think I can safely guarantee an ounce."
"That should be sufficient," Daphne said, raising her glass in toast. "I think I might just have enough room for a healthy ounce of spunk. Cliff let me so full of ooze, it will probably be dripping from my crack for days."
"We may not like the people we are forced to fuck around with," Chad said. "But one thing is for sure. It's sure as hell a more enjoyable way of getting through college than cramming."
"I'll drink to that," Daphne said, again raising her glass toward Chad before taking a drink.
The phone rang.
"One of your admirers, no less," Daphne said, reaching for the receiver. "I'll tell them you're all fucked out for the evening."
"Do that," Chad said, sipping his drink. Daphne's succulent body was already enticing his cock to hardness. With the right hand, he adjusted his swelling penis so that it might expand unhindered within his trousers.
"Don't tell me you didn't get enough fucking from Cliff?" Madge said upon recognizing Daphne's hello.
"Fucking with Cliff only gets me hotter for a real fuck," Daphne laughed.
"I take it, then, everything went per schedule?"
"Per schedule," Daphne affirmed.
"I really called to find out about Chad's newest fad for older women."
"My God, Madge," Daphne laughed again. "We must be the best informed student organization on campus. I didn't even know about Mrs. Wilkins until an hour ago."
"Professor Wilkins's wife?"
"I thought you knew."
"Barry saw them leaving the Falcon's Nest, but he didn't know who the woman was."
"Well, don't stop studying Bio-Sci yet, but Chad informs me that he's sure his masculine charms will allow his getting copies of those long-guarded Wilkins's tests."
"Daphne," Chad groaned. "Don't go getting Madge's hopes up. One fuck does not a test-snatcher make."
"Nonsense," Daphne whispered, puckering her lips in the motion of a kiss.
"Thank God," Madge was saying. "I actually think I'm flunking that course."
"As I said, don't stop studying right away," Daphne said. "I'll keep you posted and let you know when."
"What about Shirley?"
"She said she wouldn't hand over any exams until she could screw you with a ten-inch dildo."
"She said that?"
Daphne laughed delightedly.
"Unfortunately, no," Daphne said finally. "I'm afraid I'm elected. I wouldn't mind it so much if she looked like you, Debbie, or Carolyn. But she is really something else."
"You know we appreciate your unselfishness, Daphne," Madge said. "Confidentially, I think I'm flunking Analytic Theory of Sixteenth-Century Philosophy, too."
"Thank God for Barry," Daphne laughed. "I'm afraid if it weren't for him your married life would be doomed to a brainless existence by the sounds of all the classes you're flunking."
"Good-bye, Madge,"
"Chad said, taking the phone from Daphne. He had come to Daphne's side while she was talking. "Daphne and I are scheduled for a fuck in five minutes."
"I can take a hint," Madge sighed. "Tell Daphne I'll see her tomorrow. You, too, lover boy."
Chad hung up the phone, turning to kiss Daphne. On the other end of the line, Madge replaced her receiver, deciding to go directly to bed without reading any of her Philosophy assignments. Everyone, after all, knew how dewy-eyed the Route girl was over Daphne. It was almost a cinch that the Philosophy tests would be placed at her disposal.
CHAPTER SIX
Christine shut the door behind her and began her walk to the elevator. She didn't get very far, however, before she stopped. The door to the room next to Jed's was slightly ajar. She checked her watch to verify that it was almost one in the morning and then pushed the door gently open.
Mallory Valnt was naked on his bed. His hand was still wrapped about his erect dong, even though he had drifted off to sleep. He had given up all thought of studying when Jed and Christine's sexual exultations had penetrated the thin walls of the dorm. He had gotten so keyed-up by the continual moanings and groanings that he had jacked-off twice. Even that hadn't helped. His cock still remained hard after his arm had gone tired with the pumping. He had managed to fall asleep after the last orgasm of his neighbor had quieted to low guttural groans of spent passion.
Christine didn't really know Mallory, but what she could see naked on the bed was quite enough. He was on the gymnastics team and his body showed it. It was a mass of rippling muscles that lost none of their vitality in a relaxed state.
Christine brazenly entered, shutting the door behind her. She put her books on a chair by the door, covering the books with her clothes which she quickly proceeded to remove. She walked naked to the bed, sitting down beside the sleeping specimen.
Mallory moved in his sleep, his hand pumping his cock a few more times in a kind of reflex action. A thick drop of pre-seminal ooze leaked from the tip, fell in an opaque stream of slime to pool on his belly. Christine leaned to lick up that webbing of mucus liquid, taking if first from the belly and then from the cockhead itself.
When she earnestly sucked the cockhead into her mouth, sucking it dry of its nocturnal emission, Mallory not only groaned in pleasure but came awake.
"Jesus," he muttered.
"No," Christine laughed, releasing his cock's tip. "Not Mary, either."
Mallory sat up quickly, his eyes trying to adjust to the gloom.
"Who are you?"
"I just dropped by to apologize," Christine smiled. Her teeth sparkled within the shadows of the room.
"Apologize?" Mallory queried. He couldn't keep his eyes off the pearl-shaped boobs with their huge nipples.
"For disturbing you," Christine said, nodding toward the separating wall. "Jed was kind of horny this evening. It seems the fellow on the other side had a piece and their groanings got Jed all excited."
"You're Jed's girl?"
"I'm a girl, period," Christine smiled. "Would you rather I were a boy?"
"Fuck you," Mallory said, his fingers grasping her shoulders, pulling her so that her tits mashed his chest, so that her face was but inches from his own.
"That was what I had in mind," Christine smiled, working her tits so that her nipples grew hard against Mallory's hard chest.
Mallory pulled her down on the bed beside him. His cock was more than ready. He didn't care what good fortune had brought it to his room. He didn't even care if he were dreaming. If this was the beginnings of a wet dream, it was one hell of a wet dream. As a matter-of-fact, it showed all indications of being the best goddamned wet dream he had ever had.
Bill sat on the floor facing his wife. Between them, her face fallen over Bill's cock, was Carolyn; tits and belly on the floor. On top of her, his prick rammed up Carolyn's ass and his mouth nuzzling Debbie's cunt, was Mike. Their bodies, thus entwined, resembled some intricate mobile moving in a breeze. As Carolyn's face bobbed up and down on Bill's cock, Mike's cock pumped Carolyn's ass and his tongue licked Debbie's snatch. They all jiggled in their pleasure, emitting groans of ecstasy.
Both Bill and Debbie, in their seated positions, were able to lean forward and caress the two bodies between them. As their excitement increased, their fingers began to massage the flesh with more vigor. Bill, his eyes glazed, worked the buns of Mike's ass as if he were a baker and the butt was two mounds of new dough.
Debbie, excited to the point of desiring even more of Mike's tongue rammed up her twat, leaned backward, instead of forward, scooting so that the man was resting full-face on her muff. Mike, taking full advantage of this better positioning, pressed both mouth and nose into her vaginal slit, snorting hot air through the twatlips. Debbie jiggled her muff against his face, letting her hands caress her own flanks, cupping her own tits. She slid her palms over her boobs, tweaking them gently as her orgasm built within her.
Their bodies glistened with sweat, eyes dilated with pleasure. Muscles, tauted by the physical strain, made the bodies appear as finely wrought sculptures: moving masses of exquisite bronze.
Debbie creamed for the umpteenth time since everyone had assumed the complicated positioning. As her body shook and her pussy puked out another gushing of female cum, Mike licked it up. The aphrodisiac taste and smell got him even more excited. As he lapped, he increased his fucking of Carolyn's buns. His prick rammed back and forth up the girl's ass in a series of short staccato stabs.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the formation, Carolyn's head fell down over Bill's prick for what constituted the breaking of the last straw as regarded the boy's own sexual release. As her ovaled lips slipped down to hug the base of his cock at compacted balls, Bill gave Carolyn the mouthfull she was waiting for. As he spasmed, his fingers pressed deeply into the muscles of Mike's butt.
Both Bill and Debbie had ceased their blasting when Mike's humping finally brought him to the brink. But the fact that they had ceased, in no way decreased the intensity of the boy's own sexual explosion. When it came, it came in a rushing of vital forces, a pumping of hot, magma-like goo from his balls, through his prick, into Carolyn's clutching anal passage. The deluge of hot wetness bathed the inner channel of her butt, slopping up about the plugging cock, dripping along the asscrack. He moaned into Debbie's wet snatch.
Carolyn, realizing that all were finished but her, and realizing that she wasn't that far off herself, immediately jammed the fingers of both hands up her cunt. She bounced up and down on her hand, finally coming at that exact moment her anal muscles successfuly forced Mike's softening peter out of her butt as if it were a worthless piece of shit.
Shirley wasn't too sure just when Daphne Powers began supplanting Jessica as the main character of her sexual fantasizing. At first, after Jessica had taken herself off into the great unknown, Shirley had conjured her back up again as sessions with the thirteen-inch dildo became nightly occurrences. It would not be Shirley's hands pulling the rubber phallus out and shoving it into Shirley's cunt, but Jessica's. It would not be Shirley's hand squeezing the latex balls to squirt hot milk up Shirley's twat, but Jessica's. Jessica became the succubus Shirley conjured up to fulfill her sexual desires.
How long did Jessica exist before Daphne became so important? It was hazy, foggy just when. When Shirley had first seen Daphne, Daphne had been just another girl in one of the classes. That was what was so strange. Shirley had noticed Daphne, but then she had noticed countless other coeds who were just as attractive, just as popular with their schoolmates. She had talked to Daphne, but she had talked to the others. Why, then, Daphne?
There was really no adequate answer. One night-one of many nights of sexual fantasizing-the orgasm came, and Shirley's guts blasted with a force they had never previously possessed. She had thrashed on the bed, pumping that huge rubber cock between her legs as if it were the last opportunity she would ever have for masturbating herself. Her body convulsed in a series of spasms that drenched her in sweat. When she was done, completed-when she lay thoroughly exhausted on the drenched sheets-the realization came to her that at her moment of greatest ecstasy, she had uttered one word over and over: Daphne.
From that day on, it was Daphne, as it was Daphne this particular moment. Daphne of the long legs and long blonde hair. Daphne of the huge tits that, unfettered, pressed dollar-sized nipples through tight sweaters. Daphne who was one of the beautiful people, who knew all the other beautiful people.
"Daphne," Shirley whispered. Her hands cupped both tits, her thumbs playing with the nipples.
The dildo was jammed up to its milk-filled balls. She left it there, the still-attached straps dangling to her belly and thighs. She pressed her thighs together, her pussy-muscles clamping about the rubber prick. She felt its resilient fake-flesh giving slightly beneath her pressing.
She rolled her head into the pillow, imagining the caressings of her own body to be those touchings of Daphne.
"Daphne," she uttered again. "Oh, Daphne, fuck me. Fuck me."
Her hands closed about the cock's thick latex base, careful not to squeeze the balls prematurely. The hot milk had to be saved for just the right moment. Not now. Later. Much later: When her guts were ready for it, when she was really ready for it.
The latex bumps covering the cock's head and shaft irritated the inner folds of raw vaginal flesh. Her inner twat hugged the rubber peter, turning myriad shades of red and pink as the varigated layers of twat-flesh were massaged by the immense dildo.
She bent her knees, pulled a pillow to prop up her ass. With a firm grip on the dildo, she began her hump: A series of long, hard thrustings.
After a while, the room faded before her sex-dilated eyes. She had succeeded in plunging herself into another world. It was a world of excitement and pleasure. It was a state of mind where there was only Shirley Route and Daphne Powers.
It was wonderful! Oh, Jesus, God, it was wonderful!
"Again?" Christine asked, kissing Mallory's left nipple.
"Give me a minute," Mallory replied, enjoying the warm aftermath of a session of heated flesh. "I'm still trying to convince myself that it hasn't all been a dream."
"Honey, if this were a dream, I'm a candidate for dreamland on a permanent basis." Her tongue lapped the fine halo of hairs encircling the pimpled surface of one of Mallory's nipples.
"Do you think your boy friend heard us?"
"He's conked out by now," Christine laughed. "He had a rather active evening. Besides, it wouldn't matter if he heard or not. I would think nothing funnier than for Jed Simpson to get all hard and find no way of relieving himself except for a handjob."
"You're right," Mallory smiled. "Let him flog the old hog."
"Is that what you did?" Christine asked.
"I jacked off twice."
"Is that all the excited you got?"
"Well, don't tell anyone, but I sucked myself off twice, too."
"You're kidding," Christine said, suddenly very interested.
"I wouldn't want it to get around that I was stuck on myself, you understand."
"How do you do it? Suck yourself off, I mean."
"There are several positions that I can use," Mallory said. "Being a gymnast keeps the body pretty limber."
"Well, that explains the body," Christine said. "You know, of course, that once I saw that physique of yours spread out on that bed, there was no way you could have kept me away from you?"
"Let me guess: You've got a body fetish."
"It's not a fetish," Christine replied. Her hand had drifted over the wash-boarded belly and was twirling the thick pubic strands which began at his naval and fanned over his lower belly. The boy's large, bologna-sized cock laid limp along one thigh. "Let's just say that I have an appreciation for a well-put-together example of male anatomy."
"Very well," Mallory replied, feeling his cock again stirring to life. "We'll consider you a connoisseur of male flesh."
"Will you show me how you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Suck yourself off."
"I was thinking of putting it somewhere else than in my own mouth." Mallory said. "You know, mouth really isn't a good substitute for warm pussy; not my mouth, anyway."
"Very well," Christine conceded. "I'll take a rain check."
"Right now, I want to fuck you again," Mallory said. "Do you think I might do that before you fade with the dawning?"
"What do you think?" Christine replied, taking a tight grip on Mallory's now quite solid penis.
In one fluid movement, Mallory rolled to cover her, Christine's own hand guiding the penis-tip to the slot. Mallory raised his hips, his limp cock ready for the plunge. He nudged the tip through the protesting portals. Christine, knowing it no longer needed her guidance, let that hand leave it to clamp his asscheek. Her other hand was clasping the other muscular bun.
Mallory stayed poised for a full minute, waiting for Christine's cuntjuices to get the hole all lubricated and waiting for his assault.
"Now," Christine said, her hands pulling down on his ass. "Now, baby. Make it, now. I want to feel you in me, honey. I want to feel you in me real deep."
And she did. She really felt it. If possible, Mallory's dick was even more swollen than it was the first time around. The girl was finding it hard to adjust to her filling. Her innards hurt from point of penetration all the way up to her throat. She jiggled her butt, feeling the cock work into her even further.
"Did I ever tell you how happy I am that you decided to drop by?" Mallory asked.
"No, I don't believe you did."
"Well, lady," Mallory grinned, beginning his hump. "I am certainly glad you did."
"Would you believe," Christine gasped at Mallory's initiating movements, "that I'm glad I stopped by, too? Oh, God, am I glad."
His mouth dropped to one of her tits, tongue roaming freely over the expanse of the huge large melon. Her nipple grew rigid beneath his caressing teeth and lips. One hand supporting his body, his other ran along her side and dropped to play with the sensitive valley within the crease of the ass.
Mallory moved his cock within her. Writhing and twisting, the two trembled against each other. Waves of pleasure sped through them, rippling along muscles, knotting sinews beneath their skin.
Orgasms approached: Not yet upon them but building for the eruptions. It was the beginning thrillings of pleasure that were enjoyable not so much in themselves as in what they heralded. What were now the faintest tinglings of excitement would soon blossom into lightning-fast whiplashes of ecstasy.
Mallory's muscular body pushed hard against Christine's. Their flesh became slippery with sweat. Cuntwalls stretched as his penis moved back and forth through the lubricated corridors.
Christine tried to relax beneath him, letting the sensations of his fucking swallow her up. The pleasures moved in hot waving flashes over all parts of her body. There was a heat at her groin, her sex organs inflamed by Mallory's ravaging cock. She luxuriated in the continuing waves of joy flushing from her cunt to the rest of her body.
Mallory's body stiffened atop her. Christine's hands, cupping the globes of Mallory's ass, felt the muscles of the butt go hard beneath her fingers. She both heard and felt his moans, his groans, the fluttering of his heart beating frantically within his chest.
His teeth sunk into the skin of her shoulder, his cock sinking to its hilt up her snatch. A thick stream of hot semen jettisoned from cocklips, being sucked into the depths of Christine's spasming cunt.
"Jesus!" Christine yelled, her own orgasm upon her.
Her own climaxes came one after the other, cataclysmic convulsions that washed over her like giant waves over the shoreline.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Just in time," Barry said, greeting Chad. "In two more minutes, I would have had to split. I've got a class at Todd Hall."
"Thanks for waiting, old boy," Chad smiled. "Is she still in there?"
"No," Barry replied. "That's why I stuck around. She came in, sat down, and ordered a sandwich. She was all nervous. You know, like she was looking for you but was really afraid of finding you. After I called you, she stuck around for about five minutes and then got up and left. She didn't even finish her sandwich. Boy, someone has really gotten to her."
"So, which way did she go?"
"Along the lake. She was moving awfully slow. You should be able to catch up in no time if she stayed on the path." Barry checked his watch. "Jesus, Chad, old boy, I've got to run or I'll be late."
"See you this evening?"
"Probably."
Barry headed off toward Todd Hall, and Chad took the steps down to the grass-bordered path leading around the two-mile perimeter of the lake. Situated on campus, as it was, the path-with its periphery of secluded tree-and-shrub-sheltered spaces was a favorite trysting place for lovers. Today, as during most days, however, the path wasn't really crowded. Since most of the school was in classes, the people out relaxing were minimal. The lake path was more popular during the early evening and late afternoons when it afforded the maximum privacy. Still, there were numerous students sprawled on the lawns, studying between classes. The majority of them in one state of undress or another, taking advantage of the sun which was especially warm that day.
Chad saw and waved to numerous people he knew-mostly girls-though he didn't join them. Right now, he was far more concerned in finding Regina Wilkins. If he could manipulate her to get Wilkins's Bio-Sci tests, he would have succeeded in the coup of the semester. He had thought it a cinch after his first session with the woman. She had been more than enthused about his sexual prowess, and it seemed damned obvious that she wasn't getting enough cock from her husband. His indications of an early success were soon thwarted, however, when Regina made no attempts to contact Chad for further fun and games. The boy had had to result to asking his friends to keep an eye out for the woman. Barry's call had been the first results that showed signs of being fruitful, and it had been over a week since Chad and Regina had had sex in Chad's apartment.
"Time for a Coke?" Mallory asked, joining Daphne in the crowd exiting their Humanities class.
"Why not?" Daphne replied. "I'm scheduled for Bio-Sci, but I can skip it."
"You think that's smart? I mean, it's been well over a week since our friend screwed Wilkins's wife."
"I have faith in dear Chad," Daphne laughed, taking Mallory's arm as they strolled along the pathway leading toward the Student Union Building. "Besides, this morning I literally ran into Barry on his way to Todd Hall. We were both late for classes and by the time we both picked up our books we were later yet. However, he did have time to tell me that the last he had seen Chad, he was in hot pursuit of. Mrs. Wilkins on the lake path."
"That's hardly a one-hundred per cent guarantee that the tests are ours. And you do know how upset old Wilkins gets if he notices any of his students cutting his classes."
"I'll chance it," Daphne said. "If he's worried about his dear wife, I doubt that he'll pay any attention to one empty chair halfway up the auditorium."
"You think he knows about Chad and his wife?"
"Maybe not about Chad. But I'll bet you two-to-one he knows about his wife. From the sounds of it, Regina Wilkins is a mighty good lay, and if Wilkins hasn't been giving it to her, he'll know that someone else has."
"That could be dangerous."
"All games are dangerous," Daphne philosophized. "At least, they are to one degree or another. By the way, not meaning to change the subject, but how did you do on the Humanities test today?"
"The way I figured it, I just made an A. I know of two I missed. Numbers four and six."
"Isn't that a coincidence?" Daphne laughed. "I think I missed two, too."
"Do thank Cliff Martin when you see him," Mallory said, leading Daphne through the crowd to one corner table in the SUB cafeteria.
"I've already thanked him all he's going to be thanked for that test," Daphne said, taking a chair.
"Just a Coke?" Mallory asked, remaining standing.
"I was under the impression that was all I was being offered."
"I think I might be able to afford a hamburger if you're hungry. My father has increased my allowance since my grades all went up."
"All right," Daphne smiled. "You've twisted my arm. I'll have a hamburger, fries, and a large Coke."
"Your wish is my command," Mallory said. "Give me a minute."
Mallory disappeared into the milling students, reaching the snack counter. Daphne relaxed in her chair, feeling somehow pleased with herself for skipping Wilkins's Bio-Sci. She promised herself that if Chad were successful enough to fuck the test questions out of Regina Wilkins, she wouldn't show up for old fart Wilkins's boring lectures at all. Wouldn't he be surprised when she just bopped in on test days and still A'd all his fucking exams?
Regina's thighs were lifted about Chad's shoulders, her ass elevated by the boy's pants which were folded beneath it. Regina's cunt pressed open to receive Chad's spit-lubricated penis.
"So good," Regina mumbled. "So, so good."
Chad yanked his hips up, pulling his cock out a few inches. He looked to see his slimed cock slipping out and then back into the tight snatch. He rammed his cock in hard, his balls flapping painfully against Regina's butt. Regina ground her hips upward to meet the downward thrust of the prick.
Chad again pulled back his dick, jammed it back in, groaning with the pleasure of the action. Regina rocked her hips in response to Chad's own body rollings.
Regina's eyes were shut. When the pleasure allowed her to think of anything besides the fucking, she tried to reason how she had found herself back with Chad's cock pushed up her snatch. After their first encounter, there had been a few days when she had lamented her indiscretion, and she had promised herself that what had begun with an evening of fucking would be ended with that same evening. She, after all, was the wife of Bob Wilkins. She had married him for stability, not his sexual prowness. The latter he had never really had. She wanted someone to lean on, someone to play house for, and Bob Wilkins wanted a wife to suppliment his educational image. He wanted a charming hostess to smile at other professors, chat with professors's wives, and carry out all the other social functions which were necessary even in the staid atmosphere of a purely academic system. She had moved into her new role of wife with exceptional ease. And since she had never really known better, she had even enjoyed it. Everyone at the university was pleasant, even fun. Unlike many universities, the staff even tended to be composed of a majority of younger people. Parties were often very fun, bordering on the fun Regina had known at her high school proms. This had all been an extra treat for Regina since she had expected college life to be nothing but deep talk and quiet teas.
But life was more than parties and pleasant conversation with faculty friends. Life was also sex between man and woman, husband and wife. And sex was absent in Regina's marriage-or if not absent, then so infrequent as to hardly count. When Regina complained, Bob merely said that his work drained him completely. It sucked up all his energy so that he had none left to indulge in sexual formalities.
When Bob's infrequent attempts at sex became even less frequent with the ending of the honeymoon, Regina at first adjusted by throwing herself into arranging her life about her new existence. But that arranging could not, and did not, last forever. A time came when she was as adjusted in her new existence as she was going to be. The novelty wore off. She got life down to a routine. Regina found herself getting bored. Sex again became of paramount importance. She needed it to assure herself, one, that she was a wife, two, that she was a woman.
Bob Wilkins was disturbed at his wife's increasing demands that he perform sexually. He couldn't begin to grasp why she should suddenly desire it now when she had not desired it before. He couldn't begin to fathom that she was bored. The college was his life. It was enough. It should have been enough for his wife.
Chad's penis plowed Regina with increasing regularity. He used all his expertise to give Regina pleasure. He had to get her hooked on the sex that he gave her. He had to get her to a state where she needed it like an addict needed his shot in the arm. It was important. Very important. It wasn't like he hadn't done his share to obtain test files for he and his friends. He had gone off to fuck his share of girls, and even a couple of boys, to get his stud fees in the form of pilfered exam questions. He had even managed to get a Marketing Management test that several of the group were sweating over. But getting his hands on Wilkins's tests would be quite another type of feather in his cap. Six of his group were enrolled in the class. The credits from it were required for graduation. If Mike and Daphne didn't pass it this semester, they wouldn't graduate in the fall. And Bob Wilkins had many times shown indication that he was not adverse to flunking people whose college graduation had counted on passing his course. It was the growing consensus of most Caliga University students that Professor Wilkins was a hard-nosed old bastard.
There was a dead twig beneath Chad's shirt which he had spread out on the ground. The twig dug into Regina's back at the beginning of the screw, and it was still digging into her now. Only before, where it had been aggravating to a point where she had almost asked Chad to remove it, its pain now somehow added to her pleasure.
Chad's hips continued pushing into the woman's yielding flesh. The vagina walls closed about the submerged cock as the boy's balls slapped female ass. Like a vise, the cunt-muscles clasped the prick.
Regina clenched her teeth to stifle her scream. She couldn't chance audibly voicing the pleasures racking her body. To have done so would have been to court disaster. Surprisingly enough, thoughts of someone hearing her guttural gaspings and finding her clamped in sexual embrace only seemed to make the pleasure swell greater. How Bob would have been disgraced were his wife found humping in the bushes with a student young enough to be her son: A student Bob might even have in one of his classes.
Regina heard Chad's gaspings. They echoed loudly in her ear. She prayed to God that he could refrain from screaming out his own ultimate joy. He was such a passionate youth. She remembered how he had shouted his excitement when they had fucked in his apartment. Such a shout of passion! Such a scream of virility! How animalistic, yet masculine his cries had been. So indicative of youth and vitality.
She realized that her hips were taking on their own life. Reflexes within her body were raising her cunt up about the plunging cock, pulling away upon partial withdrawal of the penis. The moment heralded the last phases before actual climaxing. It would not be long now, not long enough.
For a moment Regina opened her eyes. She was so struck by the beauty of the scene that she almost cried. Her progressed state of sexual excitement had somehow heightened her sense of sight and smell, besides her sense of feel. She thought she must be experiencing the awareness that the kids spoke of in regard to pot or L.S.D. The moment was delightful, more wonderful than any she had ever before experienced. There was sunlight filtering through green leaves and thick brown branches. There was the aroma of flowers and woodland shrubs. There was a bird singing; its twitterings heard above her and Chad's pantings. There was warmth; the warmth of a summer day, of young mating bodies, of heated sex.
"Oh, God!" she muttered, shutting her eyes to the beauty that hurt her pupils. "Oh, Jesus, God!"
The climaxing was even more beautiful. It was a series of gentle rockings, and huggings. It was an experience made even more intense by both people's efforts to restrain from crying out their pleasure. The orgasm came to enfold them; a womb to hold them both locked in a world of soft flesh, gentle sighs, fluid motions. It went on and on and on.
"My God, Mallory," Daphne laughed, hamburger juices dripping over her mouth and fingers. She quickly put the mammoth burger down, pulling a napkin out of the dispenser to wipe away the mess. "You should really write a book. On second thought, I doubt anyone would believe it. I still remember that time that girl gymnast wanted you to screw her on the parallel bars and your coach walked in while you were trying it. Now strange girls come walking in to service you in the middle of the nights."
She laughed again, picking up her hamburger. This time she took a smaller bite, keeping the leakage at a minumum.
"Imagine my surprise," Mallory said, managing better with his hamburger than Daphne was with hers. He leaned across the table. "I woke up, and she was sucking my cock."
"Jesus," Daphne giggled. "Please, I'm eating."
"So was she," Mallory smiled, seeing Barry enter the cafeteria and waving to him. Barry waved back, Daphne turning to see what was going on. She waved greeting, and Barry, utilizing a series of pantomimes that left Daphne laughing at their absurdity, indicated that he would join them as soon as he had gotten himself something to eat. Because of the length of the line at the snackbar, it took him five minutes before he reached their table.
"Sit down, handsome," Daphne said. "I want you to hear about loverboy's latest adventure."
"Let me guess," Barry said, sitting down. "A girl gymnast from UCLA wants you to meet her this evening for a swinging screw on the still rings."
"How did you guess?" Daphne laughed.
"I know, Mr. Valnt, that's why," Barry said, picking up his tuna fish sandwich and taking a bite.
"I knew it either had to be that or the dog from the zoology lab's telling him that she hadn't been taking her pills and was pregnant with his litter."
"That was my next surprise," Mallory laughed.
"Okay," Barry smiled. "Why don't you just tell me what has happened to this beautiful specimen?"
"He was asleep last night, and he was visited by a succulent succubus."
"It wasn't a succubus," Mallory commented. "She was an honest-to-goodness girl named Christine Fall, and she was so turned on by my body-upon seeing it on a stroll by my room-that she had to come in and sample it."
"Christine Fall?"
"Ah, perchance, you, too, have sampled that creature's delectable charms, and know of those lovs to which I refer?"
"No," Barry replied. "But I am certainly happy to hear that she's become so infatuated with your bod. She's a graduate student in the Business Administration school, and she is on very friendly terms with Professor Donald Tige."
"You mean he fucks her?" Daphne asked, taking a mouthful of hamburger.
"My dear, Daphne," Barry laughed. "Not everyone is like us. Some people can be friends without fucking."
"Meaning the two of them are balling," Daphne said.
"Anyway, who in the hell is Professor Donald Tige?" Mallory asked.
"Jesus Christ, Mallory, he's Dickerson's new assistant."
"Since when?"
"Since last January."
"You mean he's that skinny guy Dickerson has been hanging around with?"
"Yes, he's that skinny guy Dickerson has been hanging around with."
"He must have taken over his position when I was at that gymnastics meet at USC."
"Anyway, since Christine knows Tige, and you know Christine, what are the chances of your using all your masculine charm to get the Advertising Management files?"
"You sure we're talking about the same Christine Fall?" Mallory asked. "It would certainly be a lucky fluke of fate to have that come literally dropping into my lap."
"Could be another Christine Fall," Barry conceded. "This is a big school, after all."
"It certainly wouldn't hurt to check it out," Daphne said. "Until then, which of you handsome young men is going to walk me to my next class?"
"I'm done for the day," Mallory said, standing.
"You know I would love to," Barry said, "but Madge is due in a couple of minutes."
"Looks like you're elected," Daphne said, smiling at Mallory.
"My honor."
"By the way, either of you hear how Chad came out with Mrs. Wilkins?" Barry asked.
"I haven't seen him today," Daphne said. "He missed Econ IV," Mallory said. "That might be a good sign," Barry said.
"I was afraid I wasn't going to see you again," Chad said. They were both dressed again, but they hadn't left the secluded natural arbor they had made love in. The grass was still smashed from their love-making.
"You know that I'm old enough to be your mother?" Regina asked.
"What difference does that make," Chad asked. "It's not like we're planning to run off and get married. You've got your husband, and I've got a girl friend. So what?"
"And what would your girl friend say if she knew you were out balling one of the professor's wives?"
"Say?" Chad pondered. "I doubt whether she would say anything. She might like to know how good you were. I've found girls are even more interested in that than the guys."
"And what will you tell her," Regina asked, blushing despite herself. "I mean, when she asks you how good I was."
"I'll say: Baby, she was good. Very good." He bent to kiss her gently on her nose.
A couple walked by on the path. They were holding hands, the girl's head nestled easily against the shoulder of her male companion. Both Chad and Regina could see the two through the shrubbery. Regina felt suddenly that she was seeing something very personal between two people, and she looked away from it. Chad watched the two for a few more seconds and then turned his attention back to Regina.
"You're not sorry are you?" Chad asked.
"Sorry?" Regina queried.
"You weren't too happy to see me."
"Did I give that impression?" Regina asked, tracing her hand back and forth through the pressed grass. She found a twig, picked it up, wondered if it were the one that pressed into her back during her fucking.
"Yes, you did, as a matter-of-fact."
"That's funny," Regina said. "Because I was happy to see you. In a way, I left the house today hoping that I would run into you, though I doubted I would."
"Well, we both lucked out, didn't we?" Chad smiled.
"You're a strange boy," Regina said, finally. Chad gave her a quizzical look, and Regina laughed. "I didn't mean that derogatorily. In a way, it was a compliment."
"If it is a compliment, then I shall take it as one," Chad smiled.
"Maybe it's just that I'm out of touch with the younger generation," Regina sighed. "Maybe all the kids at this college are like you. Maybe you seem strange to me because I've gotten preconceived ideas from all the old-fashioned novels and movies."
"Dare I ask for further explanation?"
"I'm not too sure I could give an adequate explanation," Regina said. "After that night we spent together, I really didn't know what to expect if I saw you again. I had visions of your professing undying love, of asking me to leave my husband and run off with you." Regina laughed. "And you see how wrong I was? Instead I found an intelligent young man who says: Look, you have a husband. I have a girl friend. But we like each other, anyway. So let's make it. Then you tell me your girl friend will understand you, and I believe you. And then I think about dear Bob."
"He's your husband?"
"My husband," Regina sighed. She looked to Chad and smiled with real affection for the boy. "And he would never understand any of this. Not any of it at all."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"If Bill or Debbie calls this evening, tell them I can't go anywhere or do anything this evening," Mike said, going immediately to his study desk and dropping his books on it.
"What's the matter?" Carolyn asked, coming into the living room from the kitchen. She was wearing an apron, her hands and face white with flour.
"Wilkins," Mike replied, as if that needed no other explanation. "I don't know what in the hell has gotten into that bastard, but for the last week he's really been on the rampage. I couldn't answer one of his fucking questions today, and he almost guaranteed me that if I didn't start keeping up in class, he was going to see that I flunked."
"Well," Carolyn sighed, knowing full-well why Wilkins was probably upset and wondering if she should tell her husband. "I guess, I had better give Debbie a call before she and Bill get changed."
"Changed for what?"
"We invited them to dinner last week, remember?"
"Oh, fuuuuuck!" Mike groaned.
"It's okay, honey," Carolyn said. "I'll call them and cancel. What I'm serving for dinner will make into leftovers."
"On second thought, don't call," Mike said, leaning back in the desk chair he had sat down in. "Fuck old man Wilkins and fuck his class. If Debbie isn't worried about flunking it, why in the hell should I?" He reached up and clicked out the reading lamp. "Does she ever talk about old man Wilkins' class to you?"
"She says she hates it. She's told you that much."
"I don't know," Mike sighed. "I sometimes think maybe it's just me. I shouldn't have waited so long to take that damned class. I should have gotten it over with in my freshman year."
Carolyn went to her husband, wrapping both arms around his neck.
"It'll work out," Debbie assured him, wondering what he would say if he knew Chad was working on getting copies of Professor Wilkins's tests. She had offered to supply him with tests before, but he had refused them. He had never really asked her just how she could have produced tests for classes she never even took. In a way, Debbie always thought that Mike must have suspected that his friends were getting their good grades through other ways than study. Too many of them had free time to play around, even during final week.
"Where would you get a copy of Tillerson's Econ test?" Mike had laughed the first time she had indicated that she could get him a copy. The particular exam had been part of a package got by Daphne, Debbie, and Madge. One of the frat houses had managed to obtain access to and photostat all the tests in the Economic Department's safe. For a night of fucking, the frat shared their good fortune with the girls. Carolyn was still on her honeymoon with Mike or she would have probably been with the rest of her friends at the orgy. Whether there or not, she could have easily gotten the copy for Mike's use. The group of friends all belonged to their own social unit which bound them together closer than any fraternal or sorority group could have done. As a matter-of-fact, it had been a mutual agreement between all of them that none would pledge any of the social organizations on campus. Though they had all been approached more than once to pledge, all had refused, thoroughly believing they could have more fun with each other than with anyone else. Even Mike, when Carolyn had introduced him to her group of friends, had dropped from the fraternity he was a member of. He didn't really miss it. In truth, he hardly had time for all the Mickey-Mouse fraternity activities any more, anyway.
The group of them really formed kind of a society themselves. One that, while not labeled by Greek letters and pins and sweatshirts, was as recognized on the Caliga University campus as any other group on Greek Row. The fact was that Daphne, Debbie, Carolyn, and Madge were all from society families. Their last names would have gotten them into any sorority of their choice. Bill, Mallory, and Chad were likewise well-heeled, and the frats were continually trying to add them to their ranks. The fact that Chad was captain of the gymnastics team, and Mallory was on the same varsity team, didn't hurt their desirability, either.
While the frats and sororities were rather set on hoarding their test fdes from other social organizations, any of Carolyn's freshman year, she had studied the tests obtained by either her or one of her peers. Things didn't change when she became a sophomore, junior, or senior. She was using them even when she was dating Mike. She always expected him to ask her about how she could spend all her time helping him study and still manage to pass her own courses, but he never did.
"Anyway," Mike had said when she had offered him a copy of his upcoming test. "I'd kind of like to think that I made it through college without cheating."
Carolyn and her group found Mike's scruples admirable if not just a little ridiculous. There were too many people cheating in college for anyone to get through without cheating. Those who had access to either all the test questions, or at least part of them, shot the grading curve so high that an honest student-even if very bright-was destined to go under in the end. That Mike had managed to make it this far with a B average was a constant source of amazement to everyone. However, everyone liked Mike. They invariably shrugged at the hopelessness of his situation and proceeded to look upon life at Caliga U. as a time for fun and enjoyment instead of a sweatshop in which to work out one's brains and attain old age prematurely.
"You know what?" Mike asked. He kissed Carolyn's arm, bringing her back from her reverie.
"What?" she asked, bending over the back of the chair to kiss his neck.
"I'd like to get drunk. Good and fucking drunk."
"Don't worry, honey. If Bill and Debbie show up, I have no doubts but that you'll get your wish."
They fucked again. They did it after having a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon of pleasant talk. Their beginning screw had mellowed them for the rest of the day, and there had been no sex until the sun had faded behind the mountains on the other side of the lake. As the orange disk dripped to the shadows, Regina felt suddenly very, very lonely. The part of the day she had spent with Chad had been one of the most enjoyable times of her life. She had established a rapport with him that she had never before had with anyone: Not her parents; certainly not with her husband. She had suddenly acquired a whole new concept of sex and love. And she was thankful to Chad for allowing her to understand.
Regina was a lonely, sex-hungry woman, and she knew that Chad knew it. She also knew that he could well have taken advantage of his knowledge. She had reached a point in her affair with Bob where she would have willingly accepted any lies Chad would have thrown her way, as silly as those lies might have been. She had not been kidding when she had told Chad that she was afraid he would tell her he loved her, wanting her to leave her husband and run away. What she didn't bother telling Chad, however, was that she would have accepted anything he said; was more than prepared to accept it.
As she lay there on her back, seeing the stars beginning to come out between the canopy of leaves and branches above her, feeling Chad's cock methodically pulling in and out of the hole between her thighs, Regina was thankful that she had found Chad and what he offered her: Sex without obligation, sex for the pure joy of experiencing. Regina only felt sad that she had gone so many years without knowing the secrets of living that Chad knew. If others his age held the same attributes and attitudes, she was sure it was a healthy generation of Americans.
"I have a girl friend, you have a husband. Does either of those facts mean that we cannot enjoy each other? There is so much two people can offer each other besides false promises and talk of love."
"Yes," Regina had replied. Chad was right. So very right. He made it all right. When she was with him, she was not an adulterous wife with a young boy, but a woman with a man. And with Chad, Regina felt something she hadn't really ever felt before. She felt a woman, all woman. Every pore of her body proclaimed her the fact. It was a wonderful feeling. It was a wonderful realization.
With a simple tenderness, Chad kissed her, his pectorals resting on her tits, mashing them. His sweat-filmed body reared upward, falling downward again to reimpale the hungry snatch. The female hole willingly received his massive dork. Regina gasped for breath as his lunging body found hers, cock grinding against clitoris, thighs grinding against upturned butt, heavy balls swaying wildly on a pendulum of joy.
Deeper Chad's prick plunged, a rod of flesh connecting the two bodies: A bridge of solid male meat-base anchored on male lower belly, head probing female inner guts.
Push, pull, lunge, thrust. Chad's body bucked on its mount. Regina moved sensuously beneath him, reacting to the crashing battering-ram thrusts hitting her body.
Spasms convulsed both their bodies. Chad's nuts erupted, his viscous love juice flooding Regina's passage. Spurting torrents of filling fluids pumped forth. The tubes filled with the ooze, the excess leaking to freedom around the plugging cock. The sperm and cuntjuices slicked Chad's lower belly. Even when the last gob of spunk spurted to be lost in the mess of spermal ooze, Chad continued humping. He kept on until his cock went soft, exciting Regina's compressing snatch with the deluge of cum and lubricating twat fluids.
"Old man, it looks like you started drinking without me," Bill laughed, slapping Mike's back as he entered the apartment.
"Carolyn in the kitchen?" Debbie asked, handing Mike her sweater.
"In here, Debbie," Carolyn said, sticking her head out the kitchen door.
"Are you as soused as your husband?" Debbie asked, taking the plate of meat Carolyn handed her.
"I don't have a class from Professor Wilkins," Carolyn smiled.
"Tell me about it," Debbie laughed. "That bastard and his talk about bugs and leaves and god-knows-only what drives me up the walls."
"However, I don't see you going out to get drunk about it."
"Carolyn, honey, I'm not as worried about old fart Wilkins's course as your husband for a couple of good reasons. I'm mainly counting on Chad's charms bailing me out. To tell you the truth, I haven't cracked my goddamned Bio-Sci book since I found out Chad was putting it to the profs wife. I'm so behind in my reading that I'm even afraid to show up for classes. All it would take would be one question directed to me from the lecture podium, and old man Wilkins would shit bricks. It wouldn't take more than one question for him to know I quit reading back on page twenty."
"And what happens if Chad doesn't score?"
"Well, honey," Debbie said, heading for the dining area. "That's where I have the real advantage over Mike. If Chad does fail, and the old bastard decides to flunk me just because I don't know a thing about Bio-Sci, then I always have next year. Sooner or later I'm bound to luck out and pass the course. It has something to do with the law of averages."
"Hey, you've got two men starving out here," BUI shouted.
"Drunk and getting drunker!" Mike hollered.
"You go getting too drunk, you two," Debbie said, appearing on the scene with the platter of meat simmering in its exotic-smelling sauce, "and you won't even be able to get your you-know-what's up."
"Never happen," Mike laughed. "And if you don't believe me, just take a look at the baby. It's hard, honey. Real hard. When I get drunk, I swear to God, I sometimes think it won't ever go down again."
The palms of his hands were pressed to his crotch, outlining his penis to an impressive bulge against his trousers.
"Better hurry with your dinner," Debbie hollered to the kitchen. "Your husband is getting horny."
"Getting?" Carolyn laughed, coming from the kitchen with the rolls and the wine. "When is he not horny?"
"Soups on!" Bill said, first to the table. "I, for one, am starved."
CHAPTER NINE
It was going to be a long, easy fuck, the kind they both enjoyed during their evenings alone together. They had preceded it with an intimate dinner for two which included candles to set the mood and a fine red wine to mellow them for after-dinner fun and frolic. At the ending of the meal, they had just enough vino for each of them to have a half a glass each. They left the dishes until later, Daphne saying she really doubted she would feel like doing them until the morning, and they took their glasses to the throwrug before the fire.
"Very romantic," Chad said, holding Daphne's glass for her as she pulled cushions together to form support for their backs.
The firelight flickered in the darkness, flames and sparks crackling merrily as they rushed up the chimney. The two people lay sprawled on the rug for a long time, neither saying anything, each content with the warmth from the fire and the warmth of their bodies.
"This is mighty conducive to lascivious thinking," Chad said, placing his empty glass next to Daphne's on the hearth. He scooted down further in the cushions, enfolding Daphne in his arms. She was wearing a very provocative piece of lingerie: A black lace diaphanous nightie that was sensuous in that it completely covered her but didn't conceal the majority of Daphne's luscious body.
"That's what I was counting on," Daphne smiled, nestling her head close against Chad's shirt. Her fingers played with the buttons, undoing three of them so that her lips could work between the parted cloth to kiss the warm flesh. "Just when do you think we're going to get married?"
"Aren't you having enough fun?"
"You know what I mean," Daphne said, pausing in her kissing to stretch luxuriously against his body.
"I thought, maybe, you were something of a liberated woman who looked upon the marriage state as a rather archaic institution."
"I'm really just an old-fashioned girl," Daphne giggled at the absurdity of her statement.
"Old-fashioned girl, shit!" Chad commented.
"I mean about babies and things," Daphne said. "I would like to have babies sometime. And I would kind of like to make them with a husband. I don't think my parents would appreciate my giving them bastard grandchildren."
"Nor would mine," Chad agreed. "And I doubt that my parents would approve of my going into old-age as a bachelor. I have the Parker name to think about, don't I?"
"It's not like we'll be really tied down," Daphne said. "I mean, look at Bill and Debbie, Mike and Carolyn. They still have fun. We can still have fun with them. Of course, you might not like the idea of marriage. I've often wondered if I shouldn't have kept my pussy from you until we tied the knot."
"Okay," Chad said. "Do you want to get married?"
The asking was really a mere formality. For all purposes, the two had been as good as married for the past two years. The ceremony would just be another formality, something to make it official. The marriage ceremony would mainly be for the parents. Parents had a way of not really accepting sex or children without the binding ties. "Is this a proposal?"
"Sure," Chad said, kissing her chin. "I've been going to propose for months now. But I never could get around to it."
"We'll talk about it more, later," Daphne said. "I can vaguely see you in later life explaining to our kids how their mother enticed you into marriage with candlelight, good food, good wine, and good sex."
"I've sampled the candlelight, the good food, and the good wine. I don't think I've yet had the good sex."
"Well, thank you for nothing," Daphne pouted.
"I mean, this evening, anyway," Chad corrected. "We were talking about this evening, weren't we?"
"Beautiful memory, Mr. Parker," Daphne said, nestling closer.
"You are going to give me a sampling of the good sex before this evening is over, now aren't you?" Chad whispered softly.
"I thought maybe Mrs. Wilkins had exhausted you," Daphne said.
"Exhausted or not, your candlelight, good food, good wine, and that sexy piece of underwear has succeeded in getting me all hot and bothered. If you would let your fingers venture to the vicinity of my crotch, you will quickly discover the extent to which your numerous ploys have succeeded."
"Ahhhh," Daphne mouthed appreciatively, her fingers gliding along the ridge of solid meat risen from Chad's groin. "It is certainly a shame to keep that poor thing a prisoner in those confining trousers."
"You are suggesting something?"
"It's so warm in here," Daphne said, kissing Chad's cheek, her fingers gently squeezing his concealed dick. "I wouldn't think you would be in any danger of catching pneumonia if you were to shed some of that excess clothing you were wearing."
"I would certainly hate to catch pneumonia," Chad smiled.
"If you don't want to catch hell, you had better strip down," Daphne said sweetly, pulling away from his hugging. "And while you do that, I'll go pour us a glass of a new bottle of brandy I just happen to have handy for just such seductive occasions."
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Chad asked, undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt as Daphne walked over to the bar in the corner. "Or trying to get me prepared for dessert?"
By the time Daphne had returned with the brandy snifters, Chad was completely naked on the rug. His muscular body, reflecting the firelight, was a mass of burnished bronze. The shadows caused by the flickering flames moved over his body, highlighting the large swollen penis that bulged from large balls to lower belly.
"Hold these for a moment, will you, please?" Daphne asked, handing the liquor glasses to Chad. He sat up to take them, the head of his penis pressing into the bend of his belly.
Daphne's fingers deftly found the release snaps on her lingerie. One minute she was clothed, the next minute the flimsy material was heaped in a small pile about her feet.
"Where in the hell did you get that break-away costume?" Chad asked, his eyes feasting on the ripe succulent female body standing above him. "I'll bet it was from some stripper."
"I'll have you know, I got it from one of the nation's best stores, my dear man. This is the age of the modern woman. Everyone wants to look like a callgirl in the bedroom."
Daphne moved toward Chad. He put the two full snifters on the hearth next to the empty wine glasses. Getting to his knees, he wrapped his hand about Daphne's butt, burrowing his face into the forest growing at the V of the girl's legs.
"You look good, smell good, taste good," Chad said, the last part of his comment punctuated with a lapping that drug his tongue from the lower to the upper limits of Daphne's crotch.
"And it feels good," Daphne groaned, her hips moving back and forth to rub her cunthairs over Chad's face.
The boy let his fingers creep into the crease of Daphne's butt, his middle finger pressing for entry up that hole. Daphne wiggled her ass to aid him in his endeavor. Once the finger had gained initial penetration, Daphne pressed back hard into it. It slipped in to its first knuckle. At the same time, Chad's tongue again licked cuntlips from base to top. He then pressed his face closer, growling into the enclosure.
"What about our brandy?" Daphne asked, not really giving a fuck about brandy. She would have much rather had the tongue up her twat and the finger up her butt, than the brandy in her belly.
"I'm going to have mine," Chad said, glancing up Daphne's body. The outcropping mass of boobs concealed Daphne's face from him. "But you're going to have to wait for yours."
"Oh?"
"Come on down here and join me," Chad instructed. "I want to try something."
Daphne complied, sinking easily to the floor, groaning in disappointment once Chad's mouth left her cunt and again when his finger slipped out of her butt.
"I haven't really eaten you out in a long time, have I?" Chad smiled. He had taken up a position between Daphne's splayed legs.
"Too long a time," Daphne replied, pulling one of the pillows and putting it under her head so that she would have a better view.
"I'll try to make up for my oversight," Chad said. He let his hands gently begin caressing her body, gliding into feather-like movements over her. His fingers lingered on the roseate nipples, playing the buds to tautness.
"That feels so good," Daphne moaned. "Really, good."
The fire crackled loudly as the long log, eaten in two by the flames, collapsed upon the grating. Like staccato machine-gun firings, the noise was accompanied by an upward raining of orange and yellow sparks.
Daphne shut her eyes to the warmth, opening them suddenly when she felt the wetness on her tits that was not from Chad's tongue. The boy was smiling as he dribbled brandy over Daphne's boobs from the tipped brandy snifter.
"Just relax," Chad instructed. "And don't worry about my wasting any of this good liquor. None of it is going to be wasted, honey. Not one little drop."
He smeared the sticky fluid over Daphne's body, smoothing it in a shiny veneer over the luscious mammary globes, working down to her belly. He dumped another few drops of the liquor into her belly button. When the navel overflowed, he trickled the brandy down into Daphne's pubic hairs.
"Don't jerk any, honey," Chad said, his fingers working the dampness into the hairs of her snatch. "I wouldn't want this to get inside you. It could burn."
Chad replaced the glass on the hearth, burying his head to lap up the alcoholic essence pooled in her belly button. He then drug his tongue upward through the cleavage of her tits to her neck.
"Delicious," Chad mumbled. "A far better way of drinking good brandy than from a glass."
The room was filled with the smell of the liquor, the aroma exciting tastebuds, setting salivating glands to working. Chad had to swallow to take care of the excess spit flushed into his mouth. It flowed down his throat with just enough brandy to make the throat warm with its passing.
He began at the base of her neck, his tongue making swaths back and forth, back and forth, sure-before progressing further downward-that every last trace of the liquor was washed from her body. The taste was thick upon her nipples, tending to remain smeared on the dollar-sized paps no matter how long he labored to wash it all way. Daphne's fingers penetrated the thick strands of Chad's hair as his face hovered over her nipples. The rosy crowns of the boobs swelled larger and larger with each lapping. His lips played with the darkly pimpled surface, his teeth affixed to them, gently tugging to stretch them.
Shadows danced on the ceiling, ghost-like figurines moving on the wall. Daphne's eyes misted with her pleasure, the sounds of the fire and the uneven lighting making the room an unreal place.
Chad left the tits, the nipples hard as stone bulging above the milky-white boobs like citadels raised upon two mountains. As he washed the belly with his tongue, Chad's hands moved up to cover the citadels, attempting to squash them beneath his palms. The renewed friction of flesh against flesh only made the nipples harder. They pressed like thumbtacks against Chad's hands.
The warmth that Daphne was suddenly experiencing was far greater than could be accounted for by the wine she had drunk and the heat from the fire. The warmth was building from within her, kindled by passions excited by Chad's licking and caressing. As Chad's tongue drug closer and closer to the center of Daphne's sexuality, the girl became a roaring fire of desire.
Chad's fingers squeezed Daphne's boobs, kneading the flesh as his face journeyed from belly into the first beginning strands of pubic forest. The taste of booze had saturated into the hairs, clinging with a sensuous mustiness to the sexual thatch. Chad licked, and the hairs flattened beneath his tonguing, gluing to Daphne's skin. By the time Chad was nearing the actual vagina slash, Daphne's body was a mass of over-sensitive nerve ends. She was actually trembling with excitement.
The insertion of tongue up snatch brought new pleasures, not only because of tastebuds dragging over raw flesh, but because the alcohol still clinging to Chad's tongue burned the delicate inner linings of her twat. He pulled his tongue out, kissed her lower cunt, dropping further so that his tongue was lapping the stretch of flesh between cunt and ass. His nose was sniffing up the female smells.
Chad again placed his lips over the snatchlips. His lips touched the pouting pussy opening, sucking up the wetness which had leaked from inner quim to coat the hair-draped portals. Again his tongue darted out of his mouth, licked at Daphne's sex.
Daphne's body twisted, gyrated, arched upward as Chad's wet tongue curled to push inside the sensitive pussy. Juices rushed to flood over the tongue. As his tongue darted deeper, Chad's nose butted the distended clit, the hot snorts of air from the nostrils surrounding the budding stalactite. Daphne's body was now convulsing to such a degree that Chad was forced to put his hands on the girl's thighs to keep her still. He pressed his face deep into her muff, his teeth scraping against the clit.
Pleasure shot through Daphne's body like hot magma. Her pussy opened and closed in time to the plunging of tongue up snatch. The girl began to groan and grunt like a rutting animal. Chad sucked, eating snatch and clit. Daphne's guts twisted, spasmed toward climax.
Her hips arched upward, even Chad's restraining hands unable to contain them.
"Oh, aeeiiiiiuouuuu," Daphne sobbed, her butt bumping against the rug. "Oh, fucking mother of God!"
She heaved to orgasm, feeling the fire in her cunt before realizing the cause of it: Chad had tipped the other snifter of liquid over her climaxing cunt. The burning liquid had splashed on her quim, the fluid scalding twatlips.
"Oh, Christ, Chad. Oh, Christ!" Daphne said, feeling Chad's hungry tongue and lips diving to suck up the spilled brandy and the jettisoning cuntjuices. She clamped her thighs about his ears, her hands pressing on the top of his head.
"Oh, fuuuuuck! Oh, fuuuuuuck!" Daphne moaned, over and over again.
"Do you want a divorce?" Bob asked quietly. His class papers lay scattered and uncorrected on his desk. Regina had just entered the room. It was late. There had been no dinner awaiting Bob on his return home.
"Do you?" Regina asked, taking the brown paper bag she had brought with her into the kitchen.
"I don't understand you," Bob said. "I've been thinking about our relationship these last few weeks. I see no other alternative for us but divorce."
"I see," Regina said, emerging from the kitchen with a tray of fried chicken and cold potato salad. She brought it over to her husband, setting it down in front of him. She then went over to one of the easy chairs, curling up in it. "Of course, if you want a divorce, then I shall give you one."
"If I want one?" Bob exclaimed. He eyed the fried chicken, knowing Regina must have stopped off to get it for him. As she wasn't eating any, it was apparent she had already eaten. He was confused. It was quite evident from her flushed features that she had been off fucking around; and yet, she had been concerned enough about her not preparing his dinner that she had stopped off to get him some. "It's not that I want a divorce. It's that I see no other alternative for us but divorce."
"Very well," Regina said. "We'll get a divorce then."
Bob was completely confused. He had hardly expected her to take the suggestion so calmly. He really wasn't too sure just what it was he had expected, but surely not this. He idly picked up a drumstick, eying it carefully before putting it back down on his plate. He really wasn't hungry.
"I suppose he wants you to marry him?" Bob asked. Even he was surprised at how pathetic his voice sounded.
"Who?" Regina asked calmly.
"Your boy friend."
"Marry me?" Regina laughed. "Don't be silly, Bob. Of course he's not going to marry me. I'm old enough to be his mother. We both know it, too."
Bob gazed at his wife incredulously, his mouth agape.
"I don't understand."
"Of course, you don't," Regina was more than quick to agree. "You don't understand a thing. I doubt that you ever have or ever will."
"Do you love him?"
"Are you asking if I love him, or if I have made love to him?"
"Jesus, Regina!"
"Don't, 'Jesus, Regina!' me, Bob. There is a difference, you know? Or maybe you don't know. I suppose you don't."
"You don't love him. He doesn't love you. Then why?"
"Why? Is that really what you want to know? Do you, Bob? Really want to know, I mean?"
"Yes," Bob said, the smell of the fried chicken making him sick to his stomach. "Yes, I think I would really like to know."
"Hi," Barry said, sitting at the table. "Christine Fall, isn't it?"
"Barry Fox, isn't it?"
"You know me?"
"I grade your Advertising Management papers," Christine replied.
"Do you always make it a point to know the faces that go with the exam papers?"
"Just the attractive ones," Christine replied.
"I shall consider that a compliment."
"Before you get too big a head, I should tell you that I really know you from the Falcon's Nest."
"Oh," Barry said, striving to act very disappointed.
"Ah, you are a smart girl," Barry smiled. "You know how to keep a man's ego inflated to the ideal degree. Such expertise deserves a toast. Would you like to join me in a drink?"
"I'd love to, Mr. Fox," Christine said, checking her watch. "But I'm afraid I'm expecting someone just about any minute now."
"Would that person be Mallory Valnt?"
"You know him?"
"I'm afraid I'm a bearer of both bad and good news. For the bad, Mallory regretfully can't make the date this evening. One of his professors made mandatory this evening's lecture at Blighton Gym on the K-factor in Biogenics." ' "I see," Christine said, evidently disappointed. She had foregone an evening with Jed Simpson to keep this one with Mallory. Of course, it was really no big thing. Jed would always be there when she wanted him, happier than ever to see her if she chose to unexpectedly require his stud services.
"Now, don't tell me you're interested only in the bad news? Don't you want to hear the good?"
"Shoot!" Christine encouraged.
"He's sent good old handsome Barry Fox to take his place."
Christine eyed Barry quizzically. She wondered just how much Barry knew of what she and Mallory had been planning to do that evening.
"I'm not too sure you realize what that could let you in for," Christine said, trying to feel out the degree of the youth's knowledge.
"I only know what Mallory told me. I may not have the body of that Greek God, nor his expertise in other important matters. But I can assure you, I will try my level best to please."
Christine motioned for two drinks. She wasn't quite sure where this conversation was leading, but she was determined to keep Barry around long enough to find out. If he were suggesting what she was hoping, then her evening wouldn't be a complete loss, after all. Barry Fox was attractive. Very attractive. Maybe not as attractive as Mallory, but ever so much higher quality than Jed Simpson. The waitress brought the drinks, Barry paying for them.
He raised his glass in toast.
"Here's to heat," he smiled. "Not the kind that brings down shacks and shanties, but the kind that brings down pants and panties."
Christine smiled, sipping her Coke.
"I think, maybe, you do know just what I have in mind for this evening, don't you?"
"Shall we go to your place or mine?"
"Mine," Christine said, standing up. She was anxious to get started as quickly as possible. "Give me one quick minute while I make a phone call."
Debbie reached out to draw Carolyn's body to her. She placed a kiss on Carolyn's lips, her hands moving to cup Carolyn's naked tits. Her hands on the nipples played them to an erected state. From there, she let her hands glide downward to the pubic area. She pushed a finger up Carolyn's snatch, leaving it there for only an instant before pulling it out. She decided there was something far more desiring of that snatch than a finger; and that something was her mouth.
Debbie moved her face downward to the second opening, gazing at the delectable fount as if it were an artesian well and she a thirsty traveler. She bowed her head so that her lips might unite with the succulent twatlips. She found them, affixing her lips to them like leeches to fresh flesh. Her throat vacuumed up the churning juices from the vaginal pit. Still sucking at the sexual portals, she manipulated her body so that her own beaver hung over Carolyn's face. Debbie's legs were straddling the girl's head. She lowered her snatch so close to Carolyn's face that the girl couldn't control her desire to lick at the overhanging pussy. Using her hold on Debbie's ass for leverage, Carolyn pulled her head upward to the vaginal opening. As her own slash was being covered by Debbie's tongue, her own face was burrowing into the hairs frosting Debbie's cunt. Debbie's tongue found Carolyn's clit just as Carolyn's tongue found Debbie's. The simultaneous molestation of the clits sent electric shocks through the girls that seemed to make a continual journey from cunt to mouth to cunt to mouth.
The two feasted on each other's snatch until the pleasures within them built toward their mutual explosion. The two girls rolled onto their sides, heads still jammed between heaving thighs.
Debbie's face, resting on Carolyn's left thigh, gobbled up female juices while Carolyn, her face nestled against Debbie's right thigh, dined on the repast oozing within that cunt.
Bill and Mike, watching from the sidelines, played their own cocks to erection. Then, when it became apparent that the girls were almost ready to blast, the men moved to join them. Greasing up their monstrous cocks, Bill got on his side behind Carolyn and Mike behind Debbie.
"Now!" Carolyn bellowed, her signal that her own orgasmic convulsions were beginning.
However, Bill and Mike took it as their signal, grabbing the hips of the girl in front of them, each of them ramming grease-slicked cocks up two asshole in one hard jam.
"Fuuuuuck!" Debbie bellowed at the new attack.
Carolyn tried to mumble something, but found it impossible. Her climax, already begun, was merely intensified by the insertion of the cock up her butt. Her anal muscles fluttered with such rapidity that Bill was no sooner plugged up the butt before he was blasting his own spunk into the corridor.
Carolyn's face gobbled Debbie's pussy. She wasn't really aware of what she was doing. Her tongue, stuck out to its furthest limits and curled tightly, fucked Debbie's snatch as if it were a cock. At Debbie's other end, Mike pumped away.
It wasn't too long before all four were screaming out their pleasures. The guttural quartet echoed out their song of erupting passions as sweat-slicked bodies spasmed out their last upon the floor.
Christine unscrewed the lid of the Vaseline jar.
Dipping two fingers through the wide-mouthed opening, she first buried them in the petroleum jelly and then scooped up a sizable quantity which she brought out to spread over Barry's dick.
In a masturbatory motion, Christine made sure the lubricant was distributed thick and evenly over Barry's uprisen erection. She wiped the excess jelly off her hands and onto Barry's scrotal sac. As she did so, she squeezed his nuts, enjoying his resulting moanings of pain and pleasure.
Christine climbed up on the bed, straddling Barry's midsection. Her big boobs drooped down before her, and Barry reached for them. His hands grabbed them and squeezed. White flesh oozed through his clasping fingers.
Christine, up on her knees, reached behind her ass for Barry's greased cock. Finding it, she pried the bulky obelisk up from its rest. Sitting down, the penis head slipped through the crease of her ass and aligned on the dark ring of the pucker within the valley. The cockhead penetrated through the guarding sphincters and became fully enlodged within the anal passage. That accomplished, she moved both of her hands to her own butt, each hand pulling apart her asscheeks. Then, shutting her eyes, and squealing like a stuck pig, she dropped all her weight on Barry's cockshaft. The movement held her full weight poised upon the pole of his dick for just a split second. Then the anal muscles gave way, and Christine's butthole opened wide to take the inch after inch of hard cockflesh.
Cock buried up Christine's ass, the girl rode it like a horse on the carousel. Up and down, up and down she bobbed. Barry watched as the girl's tits banged together, flopped apart. He just lay back, watching Christine's head shaking from side to side, her hair billowing out around her. Her hands were pressed against his pectorals, pushing on those muscles as she propelled her butt upward along the shaft.
By looking down his chest and belly, Barry was able to see the slick staff that was his cock appear and disappear as Christine continued to bob upon it. The sight was exciting. He was aware that her riding of his cock would soon leave the shaft trembling with ejaculation. Already his balls were elevating toward a compact grouping of wrinkled flesh at the base of his penis.
Christine's ass again hit bottom, grinding into Barry's lower belly. It ground and ground and then again slipped upward. Barry was ready for its descent. He held three fingers poised ready for the fall. When Christine's ass again collapsed over the uprisen stake of blood and gristle, Barry's fingers were there to jam up the girl's cunt. The unexpected attack on her cunt managed to throw Christine's rhythm off. She stayed fallen on Barry's belly until she was able to realize just what was happening.
Barry worked his fingers up Christine's hole. He could feel his own cock, large and bulged, through that inner membrane separating ass and cunt.
Christine, seeing that it was only Barry finger-fucking her while her ass was pumping his prick, jiggled her ass excitedly before resuming her momentum. She looked Barry directly in the eye, winking at him and smiling. She then pressed hard against his muscle-etched chest, and heaved her ass upward.
Christine tightened the muscles in her ass. She was well aware of his cock up her butt, of his fingers jammed up her snatch. She trembled with a minor orgasm. Her juices ran over the buried fingers, drained out about them as her cunt rose up over the pole. Pools of Christine's cum pooled on Barry's lower belly. When Christine's ass fell again, it mashed into the liquid, smashing it to a sticky veneer. Her ass stuck to his belly. Its pulling away, enroute to penile summit, was accompanied by a loud smacking.
Barry moved his hips beneath her, his fingers stirring in the twat. The additional sensations caused by Barry's participation sent Christine into another minor orgasm. She jiggled her ass, feeling the monster buried within her. Yet another spasm racked her body: The biggest climaxing yet. She screamed out her passion, her butt slipping on his belly. She whimpered, groaned, danced on his stick of flesh.
Still the girl rode the prick, still she plunged upward and downward, working for that one final explosion to blast open her guts. She knew it wasn't too far off; just around the corner, just at the other end of the next rise or fall of ass over cock or cunt over fingers.
There! She could feel its beginnings. There, again! The rumblings in her gut deafened her senses. She shut her eyes, increasing her bouncing. Barry's cock jammed into her from every conceivable angle. By leaning forward, she could feel the whole hard length of Barry's dork gliding over her clitoris.
Barry tried to tell her his time had arrived. His ass began jiggling, his hips heaving uncontrolled in an effort to jab her. He pulled his fingers from her snatch, grabbing for her titties, clamping into them-hard. But Christine paid little attention.
Even when Barry's pullings almost yanked her jugs off, she continued until the boy knew that there was no possible way to stop his eruption.
"I'm ... I'm ... Jesus Christ ... I'm going to ... to ... oh, fuuuuuuck!"
There! Jesus Christ, yes, Christine was there! She felt the rumblings, the spasmings, the sensations heralding the arrival of the moment of truth.
Barry's cum flew into Christine's butt, basting anal walls with streamers of opaque slime. And as his penis was blowing wad after wad of spermal discharge up convulsing butt, Christine's twat was flooding with her own oceans of juices. The vaginal cavity filled with the deluge, overflowed with it. Rivers gushed out, splattering like rain on Barry's belly.
CHAPTER TEN
Shirley didn't bring out the dildo. For some strange reason, she would have been embarrassed to pull it out for Daphne's inspection. In truth, Shirley didn't know exactly what she should do. She felt very awkward, very-well, almost innocent. She was actually sweating as Daphne finished looking over the copy of the Philosophy test file Shirley had been able to copy from the main folder in the Philosophy Department filing cabinet.
"They look okay," Daphne said, turning, wondering why Shirley hadn't even started taking her clothes off yet.
"I hope so," Shirley said. "I took the master file right from Professor Mallard's cabinet."
"I hope so, too," Daphne said, shoving the papers in her purse.
"Would you like a drink or something?" Shirley asked, nervously.
"No, thank you," Daphne said. She wondered what Shirley was stalling for. The way the girl had looked her over that day they had discussed the exchange of tests for sex, Daphne had imagined Shirley would have met her naked and ready to trot at the front door. Instead, the girl had been fully clothed, right down to an excess sweater.
"You have a date?" Shirley asked, noting that Daphne had checked her watch.
"I've committed myself for here this evening, remember?" Daphne said, beginning to unbutton her blouse. She was surprised when Shirley visibly blushed.
"Wait a minute," Shirley said, walking over to Daphne, moving to put her hand on Daphne's, but not doing so. "Let's just forget the deal, huh?"
Daphne eyed the girl curiously. This was not at all as she imagined it would be, not one bit like she had imagined it should be.
"Forget the deal?"
"Oh, I wouldn't expect you to give the tests back. I mean, you can keep them."
"Then what part of the deal do you want us to forget?" Daphne asked.
Shirley blushed again. She began fidgeting with her hands, wringing her fingers until her knuckles turned white.
"Just take the test questions and go, huh?"
"I'm not going anywhere," Daphne said, plopping in a chair, "until you tell me what this is all about."
Shirley began nervously pacing the room.
"Come on, Shirley," Daphne prodded. "I'm no idiot, you know. No one swipes test files and hands them over without wanting something in return. Just what is it you want if not sex with me?"
"But I do want sex with you," Shirley insisted. "It's just that...." Shirley sought desperately for some adequate explanation that would get Daphne out without giving away the real reason for Shirley's uneasiness. In truth, Shirley was afraid. She was afraid that Daphne would find her a silly, unexperienced girl. For Shirley was inexperienced. She had only had one real Lesbian experience, and that had been with Jessica. All her other encounters had included that thirteen-inch rubber dick, and an over-active imagination. Shirley knew, now that the moment had arrived, that Daphne would probably know more how to act in a woman-woman sex relationship than she would.
The idea was frightening.
"My period," Shirley said, remembering that her mother had once told her that that was the universal excuse for a woman.
"It will work every time," Mrs. Route had smiled, knowingly. She knew it for a fact. That excuse had kept Manuel Route's fat cock from plugging her cunt many, many times. When it was dying to do so, nonetheless. "When in doubt, tell them you're menstruating."
"Yes," Shirley reemphasized, suddenly realizing this was a way out. "My period started this morning."
"I see," Daphne said, still making no more to leave. While the girl's explanation was feasible, it really didn't ring true. And why didn't it ring true? Mostly just feminine intuition on Daphne's part. And while the girl's intuition had been wrong on more than one occasion in the past, it had been right a majority of the times.
"So, I decided since it was no fault of yours that I started bleeding, I've decided to let you keep the test copies, anyway."
"And it won't be necessary for me to come back another time?"
"No," Shirley said, averting her gaze, hoping that the whole terrible scene was ending. "It won't be necessary for you to come back another time."
Daphne leaned back in the chair, if anything, making herself more comfortable in it. She knew one thing at that particular moment: She knew that if she got up and left at that moment, there would be no more help from Shirley Route in getting Philosophy tests in the future. Oh, of course she would have those Shirley had already given her, but there would be more tests in the years to come that Daphne's friends could use. Just because Daphne was a senior and was leaving Caliga did not mean that everyone else of importance was.
"Why don't you quit all this bullshit?" Daphne said, suddenly. "Let's hear the real reason behind your sudden change of heart."
To Daphne's surprise, Shirley sank to the floor in a pathetic heap and began to cry.
He was sitting astraddle her ribcage, his cock pulled down from his belly and resting between the cleavage of her tits. His hands were pushing the mammary flesh about his dong, while hers fingered his balls which were bagged against her flesh. She squeezed the nuts, listening for Chad's response. It came in the form of a low guttural groan.
Hands pushed into Regina's tits, Chad used his hold to jiggle the resilient globes of flesh. The tits shook against the prick that was plowed into their midst, the shaking movement of flesh masturbating the thick hunk of cockflesh.
By bending her neck, Regina could see the prickhead peeping occasionally out of the quaking mass of her boobs. It was continually dripping a supply of pre-seminal fluids to her skin. The valley between her twin jugs was wet with the leakage.
Chad banged the two tits together, moving his hips so that he was fucking Regina's boobs as if they were strips of raw liver stuffed into a tin can. With his hands, he was well able to control the degree of pressure about his boner. By squeezing hard, he could make the passage tight and compact, making it almost impossible for his pecker to move in the confined space allotted it. By relaxing his hold, the corridor would become larger, the friction on the dong decreasing.
Chad would keep the corridor between the tits nice and tight until he felt himself fast approaching climax. He would then allow the mammary flesh to go slack, so that he controlled his growing passions.
Regina released his balls, working her own leaking twat. She fingered herself casually as she felt Chad's hand again tightly gripping her tits and pushing them about his dong. He worked her jugs like fresh dough, occasionally shaking the flesh with such violence that Regina thought she was being mechanically vibrated. Her nipples had long ago turned taut, jutting proudly to roseate peaks as Chad's hands squeezed titflesh.
Regina could feel Chad's scrotum dragging along her flesh. What had once been two handfuls of sagging skin pooled on her belly was now drawing into a grapefruit-sized ball of prune-wrinkled flesh at the base of Chad's prick.
Chad scooted up closer, his lower belly touching the lower curves of her tits. The head of his prick broke through the other side of the tunnel, and Regina bent her head forward to kiss the red tip.
"Fuck those titties, baby," Regina said when Chad's pulling hips again yanked the pecker out of her reach. "Fuck 'em good."
She had increased her own fingerfucking of her cunt so that she was somehow positive she would be able to join Chad in climaxing-or not be too far behind him. By focusing her attention on her swollen clit, she knew she might hastily play herself to orgasm.
Chad, meantime, had decided that he might as well bring things to an ending. When he felt his balls ballooning for orgasm, sending out their warnings that if they were forced to accommodate much more cum they would explode, Chad made the decision to rupture them. Rather than release his hold on Regina's tits and decreasing the friction, he pressed the female globes even tighter around his dong.
"Getting there, Chad, baby?" Regina asked.
"Yep," Chad replied, a smile playing on his lips. "Chad is certainly getting there."
Regina increased the pumping of her fingers up her snatch. Watching the expression on Chad's face and judging from the intensity of his hold on her jugs, Regina pretty well knew how close the boy was to climaxing. She had had sex with him often enough throughout the last few weeks to know the boy's signals for climax. There was always a rather glassy vacancy that masked his eyes, a smile coming to his lips, a pink flush originating in his cheeks and spreading downward over his neck, chest, and belly. The flush was the last to come. It and a series of guttural groans issuing from the boy's throat-as her jiggling tits masturbated his cock to its final stages of ejaculation-told Regina that the time had arrived.
Her hand pumping her own twat, Regina watched the boy's muscles tensing, watched them bulge to relief through stretched bronze skin.
Regina, too, was spasming in climax as Chad's cock emptied. Gobs of spit-like mucus blasted from the cock lips, shot to Regina's face. They were warm where they plopped against her cheeks, cooling as they crawled downward like unshelled snails.
More charges pulsed from cum-bulged nuts, turning Regina's tits wet with slime. Chad released Regina's boobs. They bounded apart to reveal his spasming cock. The huge phallus bounded up to splat loudly against his belly. One last hunk of cum bounded out and up, arching downward to splat on Regina's neck.
Chad moved his butt back until it covered Regina's snatch. He then leaned forward to cover her body. He used his tongue to lick away the spermal slugs trailing her neck and face. They were salty to the taste.
Cheeks ballooned with Mallory's cum, Christine pulled her head away from the exploded dork, rising upward to stand before Mallory. Putting her hands behind his head, she pulled his lips to hers. Forcing his mouth open with a kiss, she let the combination of spit and male sperm travel from her mouth into his. She swallowed some of it, passed the rest back. The mess was transferred back and forth until all of it was gone except its flavor on the tongue.
Christine broke the kiss.
"You're very good at sexual things, aren't you?" Christine commented, walking over to the bed and sitting down. She straightened her hair in the full-length mirror that composed one wall. She then stretched, reaching for one of the cigarettes in a box on the night table by the bed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mallory asked, joining her.
"It wasn't an insult," Christine smiled, blowing a puff of smoke toward the ceiling.
"Then I shall not consider it thus," Mallory said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Christine eyed her companion curiously.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" she asked seriously, grinding her cigarette out in an ashtray and leaning back into the pillows on the bed.
It was Mallory's turn to be curious. "Stupid?"
"I've been doing some checking up on you, Mr. Valnt," Christine said. "And I learned some very interesting things."
"You've been checking up on me?"
"It's rumored, you know, that you're a member of an exclusive organization on campus that sells sex for the answers to tests."
"Really?" Mallory laughed. "Well, that just goes to show you what absurdities go around a college campus."
"It is an absurdity, then?"
"Surely you couldn't begin to consider it otherwise?"
"You know, it's funny, but Barry Fox is also believed to be in this little group of people I was talking about. Isn't it strange that little Christine Fall has been lucky enough to have had sex with both of them?"
"No."
"Why did you send Barry to take your place when you went to that lecture?"
"Barry and I are good friends. I thought the two of you would enjoy each other. Was I wrong?"
"You are both, also, in Dickerson's Management class," Christine commented, ignoring his question.
"So? I would think that a logical place for two Business Admin, majors."
"You wouldn't, perchance, know that I'm a very, very good friend of Dickerson's assistant, would you?"
"You're suggesting that I'm trying to hustle you for Dickerson's tests?"
"The idea did cross my mind."
"You do recall who first approached whom, don't you?" Mallory asked. "I hadn't even heard of Christine Fall until I woke up and found the cute young lady sucking my dick."
"Granted," Christine admitted. "However, I know you well enough to know that you would be quick to take advantage of an ideal situation."
"Let's do get to the point," Mallory said, suddenly sure that Christine was working toward something.
"What if I were to offer you Dickerson's test files for this semester?"
Mallory got up from the bed, choosing a chair to sit in.
"Go on."
"You haven't answered my question, Mallory. Wouldn't you like to get your hands on Dickerson's tests? Think of all the studying it could save you and Barry and anyone else in your little group."
"And you're prepared to hand them over?" Mallory asked. He had hardly expected this turn of events. He checked over the room carefully, somehow expecting Professor Dickerson to pop out of the woodwork the minute he verbally committed himself.
Christine saw his quick survey of the room and laughed.
"You think I'm trying to trap you into a confession for some member of the faculty?"
"The idea had crossed my mind."
"Well, let me assure you that I only have my own interests at heart: Mine and my husband's."
"Husband?"
"You didn't know I was married, did you, Mallory? Very few people on campus do."
"So, where's your husband?"
"Before I tell you that, would you like to go back to my original question? Would you like to get your hands on the exact questions Dickerson will be using in this semester's remaining exams?"
"The answer is obvious. The main question, however, is not whether I want them, but how I go about getting them. Just what is it that I have to do?"
"Nothing that you haven't already done before. However, you might have to call upon some of your friends for a little assistance."
"What kind of assistance."
"My husband, Mallory, unlike you-who gets your jollies off by participation in sexual things-gets his thrills by watching them performed. You arrange for you and your friends to stage a few sexual exhibits for viewing, and the test copies are yours free and clear."
"That sounds easy enough."
"Easy and safe for everyone," Christine smiled. "My husband will be safe because he'll know you're all cheating and could expose you, you'll all be safe because you'll be able to expose him. It's a check and balance system designed for everyone's mutual benefit."
"And what about your husband? Do I ever get to meet him?"
"If you like. I do suppose a meeting would make everything a little more congenial, now, wouldn't it?"
"When are you going to do the honors?"
"How about now?"
"Is he very far away?"
"Far?" Christine laughed. "No, not far at all. As a matter-of-fact, he's just on the other side of that two-way mirror."
As Mallory watched, the mirror on the wall slid to one side. Professor Donald Tige walked into the room.
"Mallory Valnt, may I present my husband?"
Donald Tige took Mallory's hand, shaking it.
"My wife tells me you are very limber, Mr. Valnt," Donald smiled.
Mallory glanced to Christine who was still sitting on the bed.
"I told Donald you could chew on your own cock," Christine replied. "He's very anxious to see you do it."
"I've never seen that done before," Donald said, smiling.
"Why not now?" Mallory said, standing, his cock already lengthening toward erection. "We can call it the first payment toward the Dickerson files."
"Agreed," Donald smiled reply.
Daphne's fingers were moving lightly over Shirley's body. The two were naked now, side by side on the floor. Daphne began playing with one of Shirley's cherry nipples. They grew taut with the touching.
Daphne watched the budding crowns go rigid, feeling the girl trembling beneath her touch. She was aware that Shirley looked far more like a girl with her clothes off. Granted, the girl's boobs were not enormous, but despite their small size, they were well-formed and quite firm. They rested on Shirley's ribcage like miniature casaba melons.
Daphne was beginning to take pleasure in the task she was doing. When Shirley had confessed, in tears, her near-ignorance of Lesbian love, Daphne had found herself becoming sexually excited. When Shirley went so far as to describe in intimate detail Jessica's fucking of the girl with the huge dildo, Daphne could hardly contain the juices bubbling in her twat. She could feel a stream of the sticky fluids trailing down her leg.
By the time Shirley had completed her tale and convinced herself that there was no chance for sex with Daphne, Daphne had, herself, decided that sex between them was eminent. She was even more determined to carry it out when, with her cajoling, she persuaded Shirley to pull the rubber cock out of hiding.
Now the latex monster, complete with warm milk in its balls, was strapped onto Daphne's body. And Daphne's hands were working Shirley toward the moment when that hard pseudo-cock was going to be rammed between the protesting lips of Shirley's pussy.
It wouldn't be long now. Daphne's fingers, dropped to Shirley's snatch, could feel the dampness leaking from the interior. The twat was ready, lubricated sufficiently to take the hard hunk of rubber.
Daphne kissed one of Shirley's nipples, tonguing them until the girl cried out with the pleasure.
The whole thing had turned out so much differently than Daphne had expected. In this instance, she was the dominant of the two. She was the leader, the instructor. From what Shirley had told her, Daphne had no doubts but that the girl was really ignorant as regarded the real pleasures of Lesbian love. What could a girl know after just one experience with a woman and countless nights of masturbation? Daphne knew more about it than Shirley. Daphne had been to bed with Debbie, Carolyn, and Madge. She had been together with many besides them. She would now teach Shirley some of those exquisite delights born only in the union of a woman and another woman.
For Shirley, the moment was like a dream. She found it hard to distinguish Daphne's real flesh and bones from the phantoms she had previously conjured up to appease her sexual appetite. It all seemed too good to be true. It simply was too wonderful to be actually happening.
Daphne pushed open the girl's thighs, aligning rubber cockhead to twatlips. She then put all her weight behind the latex monster, shoving it into Shirley's waiting body.
"Jesus!" Shirley bellowed.
The girl's screams and sobs only spurred Daphne onward. For an instant she thought she could perceive what pleasures a man must experience upon joining a piece of himself with a woman.
"Fuck me, Daphne!" Shirley screamed. "Fuck me!"
Daphne needed little coaxing. The pulsing of her own cunt against the base of the dildo had lit her box aflame with desire. As she pumped rubber cock up Shirley's crack, she felt her own body building toward climax. She humped the girl, her cunt being reddened with desire. After a while, she came to wish that it were she who was lying on the bed with splayed legs, she who was on the receiving end of the penis.
Such pleasure! Jesus, God, what passions sun-bursted through both women's bodies.
They both climaxed. Still Daphne didn't cease her fucking. She pommeled the latex prick up Shirley's snatch until the girl beneath her was too weak to mutter voicings of either pleasure or pain, and she was unable to continue. Daphne collapsed, thick dick jabbed full-depth up Shirley's snatch. There was a thin trickle of blood running from between Shirley's legs.
Daphne suddenly realized that she had been too hyped-up to remember to press the hot milk through the cock. The liquid was still bulging within the latex balls. She reached a hand to her crotch, closing it about the rubber sac. It was warm to the touch. She could almost hear the creamy liquid sloshing back and forth.
Daphne squeezed. Shirley jumped as the unexpected jet of milk bathed her cunt passages. Her body trembled in another orgasm resulting from the unexpected deluge.
Chad opened his eyes, looking up at Regina who was standing over him. He smiled, and Regina sat down next to him. She let her hand glide along his muscled chest.
"You are such a beautiful, beautiful boy," she whispered.
Chad took her hand, kissing the fingers.
"Here, I have you so seldom but I sleep the afternoon away," he said trying to suppress a yawn. "What time is it?"
"Time for me to go," Regina replied.
For the first time Chad noticed that she was dressed, her purse in her other hand.
"Must you?"
"I've already stayed too long," Regina said, pulling her hand from his and opening her bag. "I've got to be home before Bob gets there. He likes to have his dinner ready and waiting."
"Do you love him?" Chad asked. "Not that it's any of my business."
"Oh, I suppose I do," Regina smiled. "Yes, I suppose I do. You know, I really think he tries to understand my need for someone besides him. He really tries. And it's very hard for someone to even try when he's as set in his ways as Bob is, or was. So, there's hope, don't you see?"
"Kiss me before you go?"
She did.
"And I also have a surpise for you." She laid a folded mass of papers on his belly. She had just a few seconds before taken them out of her purse.
Chad unfolded them, looking up at her as soon as he realized what they were.
"I really couldn't have stood it had I been the cause of your flunking my husband's course, you know."
"How did you know?"
"That you took Bob's Bio-Sci class?" Regina smiled. "Well, more than once, Bob has come home cursing out those irresponsible students who have been cutting his classes. Would you believe that he more than once berated you? I checked his gradebook, and you're really not doing too well. Oh, you weren't really failing, you understand. However, I thought maybe these papers might help you."
"You didn't have to do this."
"I checked the dates you missed his classes, Chad," Regina smiled. "Most of those afternoons were spent with me."
"Would you believe I found your company far more congenial than your husband's?"
"Besides," Regina rationalized, "it's not like Bio-Sci is really all that important to a Business major, now is it? It's just one of those mousy required courses that get in people's way. Now, if you were majoring in Pre-Med, I would have had second thoughts about pilfering my husband's exam notes."
"I'd like to do something more for you," Chad said. "Is there anything?"
"There is one thing," Regina answered, getting up from the bed, biting her lower lip as she looked out the bedroom window toward the campus.
"What?"
"I want you to invite me to the graduation party you're giving for your friends."
"Why, of course," Chad replied. "But I thought I had already asked you to come."
"And I want you to ask someone else for me," Regina said, still not looking at Chad. "I want to bring my husband."
Donald Tige was excited. Mallory knew he was because he could hear him groaning. Donald's wife knew he was because he was hard and was beating himself off. While she had often seen her husband excited to the point of erection, it was very seldom he jacked himself off. He seemed, usually, to get all the pleasure he needed out of watching. That aspect about him had been what had always excited Christine. It was that fact, plus the one that she liked to be watched, which made them perfect mates. Donald didn't care how many people Christine fucked around with just as long as she ended up bringing them home so he could watch. They both kept their marriage a secret because it was easier for Christine to procure partners if she were thought single. The guys were also more at ease and uninhibited if they didn't have to worry about a husband's bursting in on them.
Mallory, his hands on his own ass, feet flung over his head, pulled his hips down nearer his face, allowing his cock to slip another full inch up his own mouth. He had succeeded in pushing his cock so far in that only about three inches of the thick and knotted base were all that remained to go. His massive balls drooped down and rested over his eyes, Mallory was on the bed, Donald in the chair he had pulled up for first-hand observation of the scene before him. Christine, off in a corner, had become so excited by the two men, one sucking himself off while the other one beat himself off, that she was fucking her cunt with a candlestick she had removed from a bureau drawer.
Mallory stuck out his tongue, flicking it out along his cock. He let his legs move further back over his head, and his cock dropped in even further. He licked his prick, wetting it all over with spit.
Mallory decided that he wouldn't play around with himself too long but would work for a quick climax. While, when he had nothing else to do, he had discovered that it was quite possible for him to extend an autofellatio session for well over an hour, there was really no point in doing so now. The extended sucking of his own dong was possible because his own experienced teeth, tongue, and lips, knew just what movements could prolong or abort such a session. In this particular instant, however, if he waited too long, Donald Tige was apt to crack his nuts before Mallory did.
"Are you near?" Donald asked, his own hand moving faster and faster over his cock.
Mallory, upon groaning, shook his head yes; the latter movement bringing his mouth up and back along the shaft of his cock. He let one of his hands squeeze his nuts, knowing that that always helped bring on ejaculation.
Donald's eyes were glassy. As he pumped his swollen cock, his hips bounced frantically on the chair. He hadn't even bothered to take off his clothes. His cock just protruded through his opened fly. It was not a long cock. In fact, it was rather short. But Mallory didn't recall ever seeing one quite as thick as this one was. It would have taken his two hands to completely surround it. The prick never tapered, not anywhere from base to tip. The head just kind of flattened out, the penile slit looking as if a cleaver had been buried a bit off center in the meatus.
Mallory put both hands back on his ass. By pulling down on the asscheeks, his cock would sink in further. When he released his hands, the hips would spring up, dragging his cock out. By applying and then releasing pressure, his prick was continually allowed to slip in and out of his mouth. By moving his head up and down in conjunction to his hip movements, Mallory was able to obtain maximum penetration and friction.
Donald's groans were becoming even louder. Christine, from her position against the wall, wasn't even sure if her husband was even capable of seeing Mallory any more. His eyes were misted with his pleasure.
Mallory let out a low gargling groan, moaning it out about his penis. He did so partly from pleasure, partly because he wanted Donald to know that the moment of climax was there. If the man wanted to see cheeks ballooning with cum and concaving as sperm was sucked away to the belly, Mallory thought he had better give forewarning.
Donald, hearing Mallory's warning groan, stood up from the chair, and tried to reach the bed for yet a closer look. As he did so, the sight of Mallory's mouth bubbling cum was too much. Donald's nuts blew. The explosion oozed cum from the lips of Donald's dork. The thick mess didn't shoot out like Mallory's was doing, but it rather flowed out in a steady thick river. Donald's knees gave way, and he fell to the floor.
Christine screamed out her own pleasure, jammed the candlestick up her snatch, and let her back slide along the wall. As she slipped downward, the few inches of candlestick protruding from her twat was the first to hit the floor. Rather than stopping, Christine continued her fall. The weight of her body carried her down over the remaining inches of candle. Once her butt hit the floor, her eyes rolled in their sockets. She drooled spit all over her chin, fell forward onto the floor and went into a series of almost frightening sexual convulsions.
"Did you enjoy it?" Shirley asked, blushing as she handed Daphne a cup of tea.
"Of course," Daphne answered, taking the offering, surprised at just how much she really had enjoyed the experience.
"I did, I know," Shirley said, joining Daphne on the couch.
They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the silence and the hot liquid.
"But it's not really your bag, is it?" Shirley asked finally.
"My bag?"
"I mean, it's not really your thing. You like boys."
"Sure, I like them," Daphne said. "But that's just me. If you don't like them, so what? It's what makes you the happiest, I say."
"What makes you think I don't like boys?" Shirley asked curiously.
"I don't know," Daphne said, momentarily at a loss for words. "I just don't ever recall seeing you anywhere with a boy. But then, for that matter, I haven't seen you with too many other girls, either."
"I'm not very attractive," Shirley admitted, taking another sip of tea. "Boys don't usually pay too much attention to me. It isn't like I really wouldn't like them to."
Daphne suddenly realized what Shirley was hinting at and saw a plan which would seal Shirley to the organization indefinitely. Here was a female Cliff Martin. And as Cliff Martin was a constant source for Humanities exams, Shirley could be a constant supplier of Analytic Sixteenth-Century Philosophy exams. Both of them were basically unattractive people, not really popular, not really able to fit within the ordinary university atmosphere.
"Have you ever had intercourse with a boy?" Daphne asked.
Shirley didn't immediately answer, which was almost as good as the answer itself.
"I mean, it's really none of my business, you understand," Daphne said, finally, placing her empty cup with its saucer on the coffee table.
"Oh, that's okay, really," Shirley said, anxious not to make Daphne mad. It was really kind of nice to have someone to talk to for a change. It was good to sit down and have harmless girl chatter. "No, I haven't."
"Haven't? or haven't wanted to?"
"I'm not a very sophisticated person," Shirley mused. "I mean, I get good grades, but I'm not very hip. I come from a very religious Protestant family who didn't make sex seem very attractive."
"That isn't what I asked you," Daphne said. "Is it that you haven't had sex with boys because there hasn't been an opportunity, or because you don't want to? And don't think that there's anything particularly wrong with just liking other girls. Do what makes you happy. Why kid yourself or me?"
"I sometimes think I would like to have sex with a boy," Shirley confessed. "Maybe one of these days I will."
"If you think you would like to try it, you could have asked for a boy to come this evening instead of me. Numerous of our group are boys."
"But I wanted you," Shirley said, still not sure why she had wanted Daphne.
"I'm going to do you a favor," Shirley said. "And you won't have to do anything for it. I mean, if at some time in the future you happen to find yourself able to get your hands on more exams and want to share them, fine. But I don't want you to feel obligated by what I'm going to do. I'm doing it mainly because I like you. And, also, because I think you're missing out on an awfully damned lot by not knowing what it's like to get fucked by a man."
"You're going to arrange something for me with a boy?"
"Not one boy, honey, but four. And when they're finished with you, you'll know damned well whether fucking boys is your bag or not."
Shirley almost broke her cup and saucer when she nervously set them down on the table.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Where's the genius?" Chad asked, greeting Carolyn at the door with a kiss. "On second thought, let me guess. He's at his desk studying."
"Correct," Carolyn laughed. "And where in the hell have you been keeping yourself? We haven't seen hardly anything of you lately."
"You marrieds always seem to stick together," Chad laughed. "You all want to exorcise us bachelors."
"I haven't considered you a bachelor for the past two years," Carolyn said, taking Chad's arm. "And how is Daphne? Come to think of it, she went into hiding about the same time you did. Must be senioritis, I guess."
"Is that Chad, honey?" Mike called from the living room.
"Tis, indeed," Chad answered. " 'Tis your fairy godmother come to bring you good joy."
"The only good joy I would like would be your telling me you just happen to have a copy of Wilkins' Bio-Sci final with you."
"Well, as a matter-of-fact, I do," Chad laughed delightedly.
Mike, who had heard Chad at the door, had a drink ready and waiting.
"Like so much shit, you do," Mike laughed, handing Chad the glass. "There isn't a dorm or frat on campus that has any hints as to Wilkins' test questions this time around."
"Would you use it if you had it?" Chad asked, sitting down in a chair, pulling Carolyn "down beside him. "Would he, Carolyn?"
"I don't know," Carolyn laughed. "I think he just might. He hasn't been doing too well in the class, you know."
"Every goddamned time I miss reading for the day, that bastard calls on me," Mike said, taking a healthy swallow from his glass. Every time he thought of Wilkins, he felt like getting drunk. "It never fails."
"Do you want a sandwich or something?" Carolyn asked, getting up from the couch. "I was just about to make Mike and myself one before you arrived."
"Why not?" Chad replied. "And you might save some time by slapping a few together for Daphne and Mallory. They should be here shortly."
"My God, what's the occasion?" Mike laughed, going to get himself a refill. "What brings the swinging singles to the marrieds?"
"Sex," Chad said.
"Shall I call Bill and Debbie?" Carolyn called from the kitchen. "If we're scheduled for an orgy this evening, I doubt they'd want to miss it."
"Hold on," Mike said, sitting down in the chair. "It has been evenings like this which have gotten me on Professor Wilkins' black-list."
"Well, the sex I was referring to wasn't really for this evening," Chad said, propping one leg up over the end of the couch. "However, we all haven't gotten together for a full-fledged orgy in a long time."
"Call Debbie, Bill, Madge and Barry," Mike screamed to the kitchen. "Chad and I have just decided we can't wait until the graduation party for orgy time. It might be better to celebrate now, in case I flunk out."
"I'll call now," Carolyn called back. "Give me a few minutes to make a couple more sandwiches."
"Enough beer, honey?"
Both Chad and Mike heard the refrigerator door opening.
"I think so. We've also got that case of wine."
"Sounds good," Mike said. Chad nodded agreement. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, honey," Mike called, carrying his glass to the door.
It was Daphne and Mallory. They all filed into the living room, Daphne detouring momentarily into the kitchen to bring out a tray of beer cans and glasses.
"Carolyn just told me she's calling the rest of the gang," Daphne said, pulling the tab off the top of one of the beer cans. "I take it the celebrating is due to Chad's good news?"
"Sorry," Chad smiled. "I haven't really told him, yet. Rather, I've told him, but he doesn't believe me."
"'Tis true, 'tis true," Mallory said, taking the beer from Daphne. "Chad has a copy of old fart Wilkins' final."
"But that's not all," Daphne said. "I've got this girl who wants to get screwed, and Mallory has got this guy who wants to watch it."
"Hold on one minute," Mike said, completely lost. "What is this all about?"
"Who's this girl you want my husband to fuck?" Carolyn laughed, entering with a tray of thick sandwiches.
"Her name is Shirley," Daphne said, taking a ham and cheese from the platter. "Shirley Route."
"That diesel dyke?" Mike laughed.
Bob was alone in the living room, yet Regina knew that he wasn't grading papers. In a way, it worried her. For the past few evenings, he had seemed to be just pretending to be engrossed in his work when Regina went to bed. This evening, he hadn't been even pretending. He had merely sat at his desk, staring out the window. The Student Union Building was all lit up. So was the library. With semi-finals coming up, everyone on campus seemed to be buzzing.
Regina checked the clock on the bed-side table, noting that it was nine o'clock. She got up out of bed, slipping on her robe. She went into the living room. Bob was still at his desk, looking out the window.
"Bob?"
He didn't turn his face toward her.
"Don't you have a date with him this evening?"
"Bob, please," Regina sighed.
"Did the young stud tire of you?"
"It's senior final week," Regina replied.
"He was a senior, then?" Bob asked. All these weeks he had wondered, yet never really known. He hadn't even tried to find out, though he didn't know why. It was strange he didn't know why. Being a teacher, he could have probably found out, could have made it really bad for the kid, especially if he were a senior.
"Do you really care?" Regina asked.
"What will you do after he graduates?" Bob asked. "Will you follow him?"
"Hardly," Regina replied.
"But why not?" Bob asked. "How will your lover and you stand being apart?"
"We were not lovers, Bob," Regina said. "We were never lovers. We just made love."
"There is no damned difference!" Bob said loudly, turning to his wife.
"I would hate to think that true," Regina replied. "Because that would mean if two people didn't make love then they couldn't love. And where would that leave us, Bob? Where would that leave our marriage?"
"Don't blame it all on me," Bob said. "How can I make love to a woman who is never here? Who only comes back to the house when her paramour has to study for finals?"
"How many nights before him did I go to sleep alone in that bedroom?" Regina asked. "How many nights?"
"I had papers to correct. Tests to devise. I'm a college professor, Regina, not some eighteen-year-old stud."
"I know," Regina replied, standing. "I know."
She went back into the bedroom, took off her robe and got into bed. She shut her eyes to the blackness. She wondered just what would happen now. Chad would soon be graduated, gone. Would she go out and find another to substitute for him? She somehow doubted it. Chad had been an accident, a once-in-a-lifetime thing, a storybook happening. A woman Regina's age did not just go out everyday and pick up attractive young members of the student body to take home to bed. Not even when hundreds of those kids would have loved to get hold of Bob Wilkins' Bio-Sci exams. No, Regina Wilkins would go back to being Professor Wilkins' wife. She would smile prettily at college teas and luncheons, jack herself off every night while her husband corrected papers and devised exams in the living room.
"Regina?"
She opened her eyes. Bob was standing by the bed.
"Bob? Is there something wrong?" She thought maybe she had drifted off to sleep, that something had happened.
"I'm not sure," he replied, sitting down on her bed. "I thought maybe the two of us might talk about it and find out."
He didn't talk for a long time. He just sat there on the edge of the bed, not even really looking at her. He was but a silhouette in the blackness. He started to say something once, but he changed his mind. The two of them remained in silence.
"I don't know," Bob said finally. "Maybe it's all my fault. Has it been?"
"What matters whose fault it was?" Regina said. "Whether yours or mine? Or whether both of us? The question is, what now?"
"Were you ever happy, Regina? With me, I mean? In the beginning, I mean. Oh, Jesus, I don't know what I mean."
"I was happy then," Regina whispered. "I could be happy again."
"With me?"
"With you," she said. She put her arms around his neck. He laid his head on her shoulder.
"Christ, what a mess we've made of our lives," he said in a low husky whisper. "What a fucking Jesus mess."
"Thank God," Chad said, answering the door. "I was getting so damned horny, I was thinking seriously of cornholing Mike."
"And this," Daphne said, turning to Shirley, "is one of the males I have chosen for us this evening. Mr. Chad Parker, may I present Miss Shirley Route?"
"Of course you may," Chad said, noticing first how plain Shirley was, and secondly how the girl couldn't seem to pry her eyes off the line of his cock running along his left leg.
"Do I detect the music of female voices?" Mike called from the living room.
"We have arrived," Daphne said, ushering Shirley in. "I hope you haven't begun without us."
"We almost did," Barry said, appearing at the doorway with a drink for Daphne. Mallory, with him, had a drink for Shirley.
"'Tis a not-so-good martini," Barry said, motioning toward the drinks. "Mallory tends to think he is a good martini mixer. I personally think he overdoes the vermouth."
Daphne sipped her drink, faking a gag.
"My God! Are you trying to tell me there is vermouth in this?"
"Oh, you darling," Mallory said, kissing Daphne's cheek. He then turned his attention to Shirley. "May I kiss the guest of honor?"
"That depends upon whether or not she wishes to risk trench-mouth," Daphne smiled. She took another sip of her drink. "Although anyone who has drunk any of these must have a germ-free mouth by now."
Mallory kissed Shirley full on the mouth. Nor was it a quick kiss, either. Shirley was strangely excited by it. She had never really been kissed by a man before, and she had no doubts that this was a man. He, like all the other guys, was wearing only a pair of tight white shorts. His chest was bare, his cock bulging through the denims of his shorts with a fullness that made Shirley's guts ache pleasantly. He smelled vaguely of male and lime. The two smells combined into a heady aphrodisiac aroma.
They all proceeded en masse into the living room.
"Hurry with the drinks," Mike said. "We made the rule that we all must have three drinks before we get down to fun and games. He smiled at Shirley. "I don't know about the rest of you, but until I have a few drinks, I'm all uptight and not worth much of anything."
Shirley smiled back, drinking the rest of her martini in a swallow. Mike immediately went to fetch her another. While he was at the bar, Daphne continued making introductions.
"Of course, this is Mike," Daphne concluded when the boy handed Shirley her full glass and relieved her of her empty.
"I predict a fun evening," Mike said. "I can feel it in my bones."
"You mean, you can feel it in your boner," Chad laughed.
All eyes immediately went to Mike's crotch. Shirley blushed when she realized Mike's cock was hard beneath his shorts.
"I, for one, want to see the mirror in the bedroom," Daphne said. "Will someone please show me the way?"
"What kind of mirror?" Shirley asked.
"The regular type," Chad said, leading the way. "Only this one comes in extra-large size. It covers one whole wall next to the bed. It makes sex more sexy."
They entered the bedroom, all standing in front, of the full-length mirror. Chad waved into it.
"Go ahead, Shirley, wave," Chad instructed, moving close beside her. He, too, smelled of masculine sweat and another exotic aroma not sweet enough to be perfume.
"Wave?" Shirley giggled. The liquor was already beginning to get to her.
"It's really a two-way mirror," Chad whispered. "Behind it are one-hundred dirty old men."
Shirley laughed delightedly. So did Daphne, and Mike, and Barry, and Mallory.
Bob still sat on the edge of the bed. However, he was naked now and so was Regina who was stretched out before him. Bob reached out and slowly ran his finger along Regina's cheek, down her neck to the beginning rise of her breast. He moved onward, up the swell of the tits to play with the hardening nipples. He leaned his head forward to kiss the taut buds one at a time. He tweaked them with the tip of his tongue.
Bob's own cock was getting thicker, growing harder, and larger. The blood flushing into the penile channels almost hurt as it pushed the dick to hardness.
Bob's tongue moved downward to Regina's belly where it lapped at her navel. Smells from Regina's crotch drifted to his nostrils. Bob drooled spit into Regina's belly button, sucking the mucus back into his mouth.
Regina's cunt seemed suddenly like a magnet. Bob had the unexplainable desire to bend to kiss that sexual pit. He wanted to bathe that most private of parts, wash it with his tongue, wipe it dry with the hair on his head. Instead, he let his hand move to it, slipping fingers gently between the lips of the snatch. He easily moved his fingers in and out of the slash, probing the inner folds of raw, wet flesh.
Regina opened her legs further, allowing Bob's fingers to go even deeper up the hole. Juices leaked over the digging fingers, wetting them, turning them slippery with the goo.
Bob moved quickly, driven by fires that he had long thought dead within him. Straddling Regina, he placed his hard prong against Regina's cunt. He leaned forward, feeling his prick shove initial entrance, his chest mashing into Regina's tits. Bob pushed his hips harder, his cockhead now fully lost up Regina's hole. He moved his hips slowly, his prick sinking in deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the dick was in all the way, pubic hairs mashing against each other.
"You're going to fuck me," Regina whispered. It was neither a statement nor a question. It was merely a voicing of her wonder. Bob was going to fuck her. How long had it been since the two of them had been mated like a real man and woman? How long had it been since they had each experienced the wonder of complete sexual union? It had been so long that Regina had believed it a time never to be achieved again. How wonderful to know that she had been mistaken. How wonderful to know that what was once lost could again be gained.
Bob's fucking was not like Chad's. But then, Regina hardly expected it would be. Chad was a youth, confident in his sexual prowess. Bob was a man not quite sure of himself in his rediscovery of sexual ecstasy with his wife. He progressed easily, gently, feeling his way as if on unexplored territory. It was a moment of reawakening for the two of them.
Bob thrust his cock in and out of the warm tightness that was his wife's snatch. He pushed until his balls rested in the V between Regina's legs. She lifted her legs, wrapping her thighs about his waist, locking her heels in his lower back. They were both aware of their potential fulfillment. They both needed it, wanted it to the point of desperation.
Bob's thrustings were slow and methodical. The prick dove deep into the confining recesses. Regina's vaginal walls closed about Bob's cock as if it were an old familiar friend. His dork fit her hole nicely. So nicely that Bob wondered what imbecility had kept him from its magic for so long.
They kissed, Bob's mouth opening over Regina's, his tongue feeling the woman's lips. His tongue plied Regina's mouth, dueled sensuously with the other tongue she offered. Their kissing grew deeper, more intense. Bob's fucking became faster and faster.
The two were one, Regina's arms and legs enfolding her husband, her snatch enfolding his pecker. His chest pushed against her tits, mashing them, flattening them. His stomach was pounding against hers. Regina's hips were working in conjunction to her husband's fucking, her snatch accepting his offering, releasing it, accepting it again.
For the first time in ever so long, the two were capable of feeling a closeness. They were both aware of their sharing of the delights of each other's body. The strain of their relationship over the past months was suddenly fading as each of them became more and more aware of the impending climaxes. What had kept them from this pleasure for so long? What had prevented them from realizing they were more than man and woman but husband and wife? Whatever had been at fault, they both decided to rectify it. They both determined that this moment wasn't to be but an isolated one. It would be but one of many more to come.
Regina found the experience far more satisfactory than her sex with Chad. Why? Mainly because Bob was her husband. The two of them shared more than their bodies. They shared a multitude of daily experiences that she and Chad might have never had together. Not that she regretted her affair. God, no. For Chad had brought her many things. He had taught her many things about love and sex that she would now be able to use in holding together her marriage. She would teach Bob. Really she would. And it would be wonderful. Not fairy-tale perfect, but wonderful just the same.
Bob's hips gave one final thrust, burying his cock as deeply as was humanly possible into Regina's twat. His body erupted, his sperm spraying into the darkness of her spasming vagina. Bob's penis throbbed, pulsed, pumped a seemingly endless deluge of hot spermal magma into Regina's tubes.
Regina joined him in climax, drowning in the sexual pleasure spawned by the mating of their bodies.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear, their bodies rocking gently back and forth upon the bed.
"Yes," Bob mumbled into her shoulder. "Yes, yes, yes."
Donald Tige watched from behind the two-way mirror, positive that none of the performers on the other side could possibly be experiencing the utter ecstasy that he was at that particular moment. As his eyes feasted on the sexual contortions beyond the glass, his cock was methodically being gobbled up by his wife who knelt between his thighs.
In the bedroom, there was a pile of human bodies on the bed, a tower of fucking youths. On his back, on the bottom of the pile, Barry had his cock rammed up Mallory's butt. Mallory, in turn, had his prick shoved up Shirley's snatch. Daphne, the layer above Shirley, had pushed the dildo downward into Shirley's ass while her own butt was being speared by Mike who lay, belly down, upon her. On top was Chad, his dick wedged firmly between the muscular buns of Mike's butt. The whole totem was trying to achieve climax. The people had managed to achieve a certain rhythm which was becoming more and more erratic as the various levels of the human sandwich progressed to their varying degrees of sexual excitement.
Daphne, in the middle of the pyramid, was the first to blow. Her spasming ass muscles triggered Mike's explosion, while her hips rammed the dildo fast and hard against Shirley. Like a chain reaction, everybody seemed to be exploding at once. The bed trembled with the force of all the fucking. The tower of human flesh teetered, and then it fell. Cocks tore loose from cunts and assholes, blasting sperm over the sheets and onto the naked bodies. Like a convention of epileptics, the six people continued their spasmings, their flaying limbs looking like nothing Donald Tige had seen before.
Shirley still had a dildo up her butt, a cock up her twat. She was in seventh heaven. Warm milk trickled hot between her buns, hot male spunk oozing from her snatch. From this moment on, she was determined that men and women would be an integral part of her sex life.
Donald Tige's pecker erupted into his wife's sucking mouth. He moaned so loudly that he could have easily been detected had anyone been listening. But no one was even aware of Donald's roarings of pleasure. Everyone else was too engrossed in adding their own symphony of sound to the cacophony of noises in the room.
Where was she? Oh, God, where was she? There were so many new sensations ravaging her body, so many new sounds echoing in her brain.
There were two cocks in her cunt: Two big, enormous cocks stuffing her vagina. She could feel the monsters rubbing together within her. She could feel the blood-glutted flesh slipping and sliding in her guts.
Sighs, groans, moans, screams. Whose were they? Hers? Mike's? Barry's? Daphne's? Mallory's? It was all of them. All joining in the symphony.
Barry on his back, Shirley-back down-atop him. His swollen penis was jabbed up her snatch from the rear. Her legs were raised around Mallory's waist, his dong rammed up her slot with Mike's prong.
Barry was groaning loudly in Shirley's ear. Though his position allowed him little movement, Mallory's thrusting up Shirley's snatch, the friction of Mallory's dong within the cramped hole and against Barry's dick, was masturbating Barry toward climax. Each time Mallory raised his hips, inch after inch of the boy's penis drug against the underbelly of Barry's cock.
Barry's hands caressed both Shirley and Mallory's body. Fingers first kneaded Shirley's tits and then glided up Mallory's flanks and onto the muscular butt. As Mallory's ass rose and fell, Barry let his fingers creep into the crease of it. He jabbed a finger up Mallory's asshole. The sphincters closed in about the intruder, hugging it.
Mallory increased his humping, Barry pressing his finger deeper, adding another one to join it.
Shirley's back slipped against Barry's chest and belly, her tits mashed beneath Mallory's body. Her own hands kept getting mixed up with Barry's. Shirley didn't know where Daphne was, she could only hear the other girl's groanings.
"My God!" Shirley screamed. Her cunt was stretched so far by the double molestation that she doubted it could possibly be stretched a fraction of an inch further. She opened her mouth, licking her lips. They tasted of salt.
"Fuck her, bastard!" Barry screamed. His penis throbbed larger in its sheath, Mallory's dick gliding against it. "Fuck her!"
Somewhere in the room, Daphne was screaming. Somewhere in the room, Mike was moaning. Barry joined them. His prick exploded. Rammed deeply up Shirley's snatch, the dong blasted those inner tubes. The spermal juices gave the hole more lubrication. Mallory was able to move his penis even faster.
Shirley shut her eyes. Jesus, it was good. It was good, and it was male. Hard male! Not a woman's fingers, not a hard rubber dick. It was man.
"Man!" Shirley screamed. "Good! Good, good!"
She had much to thank Daphne for. Much, much to thank her for. Had it not been for Daphne and her connections, Shirley might have gone on through life actually thinking that rubber cock was superior to manflesh, that masturbation was better than a good fuck. How could she have been so ignorant? Sure, sex with a woman was great, but how could soft female flesh compare with the hard muscular body of a male? There was no comparison. They were as different as black from white, night from day.
"Jesus, Mallory, blast!" Barry pleaded. His ejaculation completed, his penis was now highly sensitve. However, Mallory's pumping did not ease up. Mallory's penis continued to ram Shirley's snatch and to scrape against Barry's prong. The continued friction refused to let Barry's dong go soft.
Shirley felt Barry's semen leak from her twatlips with other rivers of liquid puking from her snatch.
"Goddamn it, Mallory, blast! Fuck it, blast!"
Cocks dueled within Shirley's snatch. Mallory's prick increased its momentum.
Barry's commands for Mallory to blast resounded in Shirley's ear. Those commands, and Mallory's pantings above her, really turned her on. She was hyped-up, really high on sex. She was still spasming from her ejaculation two minutes after Mallory's cock had unloaded its last wad.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Graduation ceremonies were over. Chad, Daphne, Mike, Barry, and Mallory were graduated. All of them had passed with flying colors. Even Bob Wilkins' class final had been a breeze with the copy Regina had supplied them. Every one of the happy seniors, plus their friends-many of whom were still looking to more years of study at Caliga University-gathered at Chad's apartment to celebrate. Chad and Daphne announced the day they were planning to tie the nuptial knot.
"So, you had all better start saving up your allowances for the wedding gift," Chad had laughed.
After the announcement, the two had hurried off to join in the fun. It was a party, and everyone was out to make it just that.
Two hours after the announcement, while still involved in the intricacies of a mass orgy in the bedroom, Chad remembered Regina. With his cock still buried up someone's mouth or ass-he really wasn't sure which it was-he arranged to get the upper part of his body sufficiently dislodged from the dog pile of sucking and fucking humanity to get the telephone. He asked the operator to get him Professor Bob Wilkins' residence. The phone rang seven times before Regina answered it.
"Hi," Chad said. "Guess who?"
"Chad? Where are you?"
"At the graduation party," Chad answered, feeling whatever it was on his cock clamping hard about it. If he weren't careful, he would blast off while on the phone. "I called to see if you and your husband were going to come on over."
"Oh, Jesus, Chad," Regina said. "I forgot all about it."
"You can still make it," Chad said, feeling his climax fast approaching. "The party is just starting to go strong."
"I'll check with Bob," Regina said. "But don't be too surprised if you don't see us."
"Love, baby," Chad said, feeling his nuts pulsing for climax. "And many thanks."
"Luck, Chad," Regina said into the phone. "And thank you."
Someone took the receiver from Chad's hand to hang it up for him. He was only vaguely aware of Shirley's smiling face before his nuts blew and his eyes hazed with his pleasure. He screamed out his passion, wondering if his sperm were coating throat or ass. As he bellowed, he felt female muff lowering to his mouth to muffle his shouting. Shirley, squatting over Chad's face, felt the boy's hot lips closing about her hot pussy.
"Chad Parker?" Bob asked.
"He called to invite us to a party. Do you feel like a party?"
Bob pulled his wife closer to him in the bed. They had just finished fucking when Chad's phone call had come. Bob was still relaxing in the warm afterglow of good sex.
"We're having our own party, aren't we?"
Regina kissed him gently at the base of his neck. She didn't know if this were the right time, but she felt she had to tell Bob about Chad and the test.
"Bob, there is something I've got to tell you."
"It's really not necessary," Bob said. "That is if you want to tell me that you swiped my final for Chad Parker."
"You knew?"
"I knew my papers had been disturbed. Math may not be my forte, but I have been known to add one and one and come up with two."
"Yet, you didn't say anything? You didn't even ask any questions."
"Maybe I wanted the kid to pass," Bob said. "Maybe I didn't want him hanging around here for another semester. Maybe I didn't want to lose my wife to him for even another couple of months."
"You never lost your wife," Regina said, her hand fondling Bob's hardening penis. "Really, you didn't."
"One thing you should realize, though, darling. I'm not hard on these kids just so I can flunk them out of college. I know a lot of the students look on Bio-Sci as a useless requirement that wouldn't ever help them in their chosen professions. The point is, these kids are not going into a very pleasant world. They're not always going to be confronted with things they like or think necessary. They're not always going to have the final tests handed to them on a silver platter by the professor's wife."
"I hereby promise never again to steal any of your test questions," Regina said, feeling his cock now hard within her grasp.
"I'm going to try and keep you so goddamned occupied that you're not even going to have time to think about stealing them."
"I can't wait," Regina breathed, opening her legs, feeling her husband's cock slipping into her slot.
