Yvette felt butterflies in her stomach when she drove her '66 MGB to a stop in front of Delta Gamma, a sorority house, where she hoped to spend the next four years. She had been warned of the initiation she would have to go through with, but nevertheless it all sounded like a lot of fun.
She hoped so, anyway.
"Yvette Apollo?" a matronly voice asked, when Yvette entered the ivy-covered building. She was a well-dressed woman in her mid-fifties, with a fresh hair-do and plenty of makeup. However, she had a nice figure for her age and carried herself with a certain air of acquired sophistication. "I'm the housemother here at Delta House. My name is Mrs. Quamsly and I personally welcome you to our sorority house."
Yvette smiled broadly as she entered the large living room. She sank down into a thick carpet that filled the room and stairs that led to a second story. There was a grand piano in one corner of the room with the lid up, as though it had been used recently. Several comfortable chairs were scattered about for the girls' comfort, as well as two long couches placed parallel to a walk-in fireplace.
"Your room is upstairs, number twelve," Mrs. Quamsly spoke, gesturing toward the stairway. She looked around at the opulence that surrounded her and smiled smugly. "It is nice, isn't it? We have several paintings here that are worth a great deal of money."
"I can imagine," Yvette answered, gazing about the well furnished interior. "I'll bet you could have quite a party here."
Mrs. Quamsly laughed. "And we do! Believe me, you will have lots of fun here at Delta Gamma. It's the most exclusive sorority on campus and we like to keep it that way ... just a little bit snobbish."
Yvette laughed a phony laugh in response and continued on upstairs. The plush hallway was decorated in antique white with a gold trim and long, beveled mirrors hung on the walls, giving the illusions of more space.
"How old is the house anyway?" Yvette asked curiously as they walked down the spacious corridor.
"Seventy-five years old at least, maybe more. It's quite charming, isn't it?"
"It certainly is! It makes me want to hurry and get to class so I can come home and study."
Mrs. Quamsly laughed again. "That's a good attitude to have ... I just hope it lasts after school has begun."
"Oh, it will!" Yvette cried. "I'm a good student and I love to study."
"Good for you. Here's your room," she smiled, opening the glass doorknob to room 12. "Get yourself settled, then come down for dinner. We always eat dinner promptly at seven." Mrs. Quamsly said, then turned and left the new girl alone.
Yvette looked around and a big grin spread across her pretty face. She went to the mirror and looked at herself and was satisfied with her looks. She was taller than most women. She stood five foot eight, but every ounce of flesh on her body was distributed in just the right places. Her face was pretty, with a full, sensuous mouth. Her long, golden hair cascaded down over her shoulders, the ends caressing her pointed breasts that always stood out proudly. She had a trim waist, that swelled downward to an almost perfectly shaped behind. There had been more compliments about her "ass" than any other part of her luscious body. She was proud of her body and liked to display it whenever the time was right. Yvette thought her legs a bit too chunky, however her admirers always commented on how "sexy" they were, so she left them as they were. When she got too heavy she always exercised and brought her weight down to where she wanted it.
"I can't believe it! I'm in college! I'm actually here in my own room at the most popular sorority house on campus, at the most prestigious university in California!" She turned and flung herself down on the double bed by the wall and began to laugh, almost uncontrollably.
"Enjoy yourselves," Sevelta Moran said, when the girls had finished their dinner, "because tomorrow is going to be hell for all you pledges." She was an upper classman who was in charge of the initiation for the newcomers. Her superior attitude reflected the training she had received from her sorority sisters and she was proud of her hard, cold women's lib attitude.
It turned Yvette off.
But, she wisely didn't say anything.
"First thing in the morning," Sevelta continued, "I want all you pledges to report to me at seven a m., sharp. Then, my dear, little college girls, we will start you on your journey into the facts of life. It won't be easy for you. Some of you may want to drop out because of the treatment you will receive. But remember this, you dear, sweet, naive little virgins, well, some of you anyway. We all went through the same initiation you are going through and if you're made of what we think you are ... you'll all make it, because we didn't select you unless we felt you have what it takes. That's all. Goodnight and sleep well, because tomorrow, you're going to enter an exciting new phase of life you never knew existed." She looked at all the pledges with a cold stare, then broke into a pleasant grin. "Goodnight."
The pledges all rose from their seats, excused themselves, and then went upstairs to their rooms. When they had all gone, Sevelta replied, "I hope I scared the daylights out of those broads. I know they scared me when I was a freshman!"
Everyone left at the dining room table laughed, then continued their respective conversations.
Yvette went up to her room, looking around at the others' expressions who were doing the same thing. They all looked frightened and they had very good reason. It was a totally new experience for the girls, who didn't really know what to expect.
A thousand strange thoughts went through Yvette's mind that night when she retired. She was apprehensive, yet ever so anxious to begin college life. It couldn't be all that bad, she rationalized, because the other girls had made it. And if they had made it...so could she! Seven o'clock came much quicker than she had anticipated. She got ready, though, and went down to meet her fate ...whatever that was going to be.
"Yvette," Sevelta spoke to. her first, "your assignment for initiation will be to be the maid and servant for Sigma House, a fraternity house here on the same street. You are to do exactly as the men tell you, otherwise, you don't make it into Delta Gamma. Understand?"
"Yes, I mean, I guess so," Yvette replied, a concerned look on her young face. The thought of being a servant for several men turned her on. There was a pang of passion that swept through her body and it started somewhere down between her lovely legs. She felt her nipples grow hard and she could feel goose bumps on her breasts and arms. "Go register for your classes, then report to the frat. They're expecting you sometime this afternoon," Sevelte said, the same hardness to her masculine voice she had displayed the night before. Yvette left the house and went toward the registation building. Everything seemed to be so large and strange to her. But this didn't last very long. She had worn a tight fitting dress that revealed all the voluptuousness of her attractive behind and after she had walked one block, the rest of the students began to notice also.
"Get a load of the ass on that one!" One young man replied, eyeing the gorgeous backside of Yvette. "Wow! Would I like to jump on that!"
"No shit! Look at the way she walks! My gawd, I'd love to stick my thing into that meat!" his partner replied, also looking at Yvette's most valuable asset.
She got a smile on her face as she continued her walk to a large building just off the main oval of the campus. There were several buildings scattered closeby to accommodate the campus activities. It all seemed so unreal ... almost as if she was in a movie. She made up her mind to let it be that way. Why distort her imagination? If she wanted to pretend she was the leading lady in a motion picture,. why not!
The buildings arid other students became a maze to Yvette. They were objects to be used as the background for her personal mental movie, while she walked briskly onward to enroll in her first semester at California Western University. Faces smiled at her arid she smiled back. The green shrubbery whizzed past her and the buildings were like majestic mountains as she continued her pilgrimage to the registration building. The smile she wore on her, face was fixed. Nothing would remove it for a long time.
At least, she hoped so.
There were so many good looking guys on campus, it made her head swim. All the men looked so prosperous and handsome. How could so many foxes congregate at one university at one time! They all looked at Yvette and smiled. She always smiled back and some of the men began to follow her across the lawn to the registration building.
Yvette knew how to walk and display her tremendous curves. She made it look casual enough, but she was really putting on a show for all who wanted to see. She knew she had a great figure and she also was cognizant of the fact that many men wanted her body.
"Who the hell are you?" one strong looking football player asked, stepping in front of her. His determined look and lascivious smile bore evidence of what was on his mind. He looked at her beautiful breasts, then moved his head around and stared at her lovely shapely ass. "What is your name?"
Yvette felt intimidated. She didn't like being stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, especially, when she was in the middle of filming her movie. She glared angrily at the intruder.
"I said, what's your name? I'm the Big Shot here on campus and I want to know your name." The young man arched his eyebrow and continued. "I happen to be the fullback on the football team, know what I mean?"
Yvette was infuriated. She ruffled her feathers and said, "Buzz off, Big Cheese! I'm going somewhere ... I doubt if you are."
"Oh, we got us a smartass! Right here on dear ol' C W.U. campus ... and I have to meet her in person. Well, la-te-dah!"
Yvette tried to get around him but the large man was too much for her. His six-foot three frame stood blocking her from going anywhere.
She stopped trying to get around the large hulk and just glared at the man. "Any time, Big Shot. All I have to do is enroll for my classes." Yvette stood her ground, waiting for the hulk to move.
"I'm gonna remember you, smart ass. You wait until football season starts and you see what you just passed up." The man turned and walked away with his buddies. They all sneered and joined in putting Yvette down in front of the big man on campus.
"Fuck!" Yvette hissed under her breath, then continued her walk toward her destination. This time, she really put on a walk. Fuck all these pushy campus heroes, she thought to herself, as she continued her journey. "I'll pick the men I want ... and when I want them!" She liked the sound of her voice whenever she was angry. She should get angry more often, she reminded herself.
"Your name, miss?" an attractive young man asked Yvette, when she got into the registration line. He eyed her with a lusty gleam in his eye, while he waited for her reply.
"Yvette Apollo. I'm a freshman."
"I know. Otherwise I'd know you," the man replied, looking for her records. "Here we are. Now, tell me, what do you want to major in?"
"I don't know. Maybe art ... or music?" Yvette sounded unsure.
"It isn't my career. Make up your own mind," the man said, becoming a little annoyed.
"All right. I'll major in art," Yvette announced proudly. "I'll be an art major!" The sound of her decision excited her. She had always had enjoyed art and now had made up her mind that this was to be her life's work.
"Okay, Ms. Apollo. That line over there. Line thirty-two."
"Thanks," Yvette said, moving quickly to that side of the large room. She got in line and began to wait for her turn to enroll.
After the turmoil of registration was over, Yvette remembered that she had to report to the Sigma House for her initiation duties. She smiled when she thought about all the possibilities of being a maid in a fraternity house. Her walk quickened when she remembered the delightful potentials.
"Hi. I'm freshman Yvette," she announced, when she arrived at the Sigma House.
"Well, come on in!" a youth offered, opening the front door as wide as it would go.
"I'm to be your maid, I believe. I'm from the Delta Gamma. It's a sorority."
"I sure hope so!" the youth replied, a grin crossed his face. His eyes went quickly to her breasts and lovely shape that all complimented her other attributes.
"Where do you want me to start?"
"Oh, man! What a question! This way, please." The young man walked through the elaborate fraternity house. He began to walk upstairs.
It excited Yvette to walk towards the mens' sleeping area. All the men slept here, she reminded herself ... and she had met only one of them. How exciting to think about being a part of so many men ... all at the same time!
"You really gonna be our maid?"
Yvette recognized the same fear and apprehension she had felt earlier, when given the assignment. If she just layed back and played it cool, she'd have it made. Analyze the new men she was to meet, then take her pick. The youth in front of her was her same age ... only a lot of different emotions that passed through her mind she was sure had evaded the youth standing before her at that moment. She eyed him coquettishly.
"Sure. I'm gonna make everyone happy."
"Goaalllyyy!" the youth said, staring at her fantastic behind when she stooped over to begin her chores.
"Anything you'd like to have me do for you, personally?"
"Oh, man!" the youth offered, bending over slightly to straighten his shorts. His hardon was bulging from his trousers ana embarrassing him. "Well," he offered, his eyebrows raising to show the doubt he felt inside. "If you really want to do something sort of as a favor ... "
"Yes?"
"Oh, nothing!" the youth eried, then ran from the room.
Yvette smiled as she heard him thunder down the padded stairs. She did have a definite gift, as far as men were concerned, and she was determined to make it work for her.
Yvette began to pick up things in one of the upstairs bathrooms because she thought she knew what was expected of her as. maid and servant. There were dirty everythings lying around everywhere and she began to throw them into neat little piles around the bathroom.
"You the new girl?" a voice asked, leaning in from the hall.
"Yes. I'm Yvette. Your new maid and servant." She stood so that the new face could see her whole body. She shoved her beautiful breasts forward, tempting the gazing eyes that was already devouring her mentally.
"Oh, my," the voice answered. He sounded more mature than the rest of the voices she had heard that day. "I'm afraid I'll have to steal you and keep you all for myself."
"That wouldn't be very nice," Yvette answered, turning slightly so that he could see the full curves of her behind. "You'll have to share me with all the rest."
"Not a chance!" the mature voice answered, most emphatic. "NOT A CHANCE!"
Chapter Two
"And may I ask, what is your name?" Yvette asked, eyeing the handsome man who stood before her. He was slender, about six feet tall with a smile that could melt your heart away.
"Scott. What's yours?" he asked, his eyes widening in interest.
Yvette felt her face grow warm. Her body turned from a tense mass of knots into a relaxed woman that suddenly knew what she wanted. "I'm Yvette. I'm here to serve you." Her eyes traveled from his romantic features downward to his crotch where she saw a most delightful bulge in his tight trousers. Oh! How she wanted that pulsing penis inside her ... making love to her ... thrilling her, as she knew she would and should be thrilled. The pressures of enrollment vanished from her thoughts as she stood looking at Scott. He made everything seem nice for the time being. She would like to get to know him better in more ways than one. He was the kind of man she had always dreamed of as the ideal college type.
Her type of man, anyway.
"You'd better learn to watch how you phrase your words, Yvette," Scott said, seriously. "I'm the kind of guy you can trust ... most men aren't. If you tell them you're here to serve ..."
Yvette interrupted. "I know. You're not like all the rest. You're different. I've heard that before too." She took a step forward and touched his shirt and toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. "But somehow, I believe you."
"I ... " was as far as Scott got. Yvette threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down and planted a kiss on his lips.
She pulled away suddenly and said in a whisper, "I like you, Scott. Whatever happens here at Sigma House, I'll still like you." She turned and walked away down the hall toward the stairway. Scott followed, then stopped and watched her as her body swayed back and forth, then out of sight down the staircase to where the other vultures waited for her downstairs.
"Shit!" he hissed, sorry that he couldn't control the situation any better than he knew he could with all the others around, waiting, hoping, longing for the kind of woman they were about to meet ...
Yvette introduced herself politely to all the other fraternity members, then began to busy herself with her maid and servant chores. She smiled and ignored all the remarks about her sexy body, especially the ones about her fantastic behind. It made her feel good that so many men in the fraternity house admired her body, but then, she was the only girl around and they would have enjoyed a sexy snake, she reminded herself.
Her time was up at nine o'clock and she left the house. Three of the Sigma members tried following her home, but they began to argue among themselves and she slipped away in the darkness and left them with their grievances. In no time at all, she was back at her new home, ready for bed. It had been a long day.
The next few days were easier than the first ones. She adjusted to her schedule as student and servant very well. In fact, she was beginning to enjoy all the compliments from the men, as well as her new life as an art student. Yvette was really getting into being the new person she had suddenly become. She was a woman, yet there was definitely something missing in her existence. The physical, basic part of her life was empty. Her mind was being well occupied with school, and all the verbal compliments were highly flattering. What she needed was physical contact. In short, she knew she needed to get laid ... desperately!
But, that wasn't as easy as it sounded, even with all the offers she received daily. She had her reputation to think about, and knew that she couldn't follow her carnal desires and go to bed with every man she saw that attracted her attention. She had to remain cool because she knew that her time was coming ... and it wouldn't be long until her innermost desires would be satisfied.
Her wishes were coming sooner than she had anticipated. The weekend arrived and she had her first free time since she had come to the university.
"Hey, Yvette!" Scott yelled, from across the campus when he saw her. "We're having a party Saturday night. How about being my date?"
Yvette smiled. If there was one man on this campus whom she had met that she wanted to be with, it was Scott. She smiled when she replied. "I'd love it!"
"I'll pick you up at seven."
"Fine. I'll be ready," she said, realizing for the first time what a switch that would be. She had been waiting on all the men, including Scott, for the past week, and now, it was her turn to be waited on.
Saturday morning, Yvette busied herself with womanly chores she had neglected during the hectic week. Laundry, letters home to mom and dad, personal shopping and other odds and ends that filled her day. She remembered her day with Scott in the back of her mind and grew anxious as seven o'clock drew near. Her favorite outfit was her levis, high heels and a tight fitting blouse that was snug, yet comfortable.
Yvette ignored the other girls at the sorority house because she had fascinating plans and projects of her own. The only time she conversed with them was at meal time and casual greetings around the house and on campus. Sevelta was her Big Sister and she had to talk to her for her stupid initiation duties, but other than that, she remained alone with her thoughts and ideas.
"One more week of initiation," Sevelta reminded Yvette, after they finished their evening meal. On Saturdays, the house served dinner from five o'clock on, so the girls could have early dates. "You're doing great, Sevelta. One more week and your in." Yvette smiled. "Good. I'll be glad when the kid stuff is over."
Sevelta looked at her sharply. "What's the matter, can't you take the 'kid stuff?"
"Sure, but it's a bore." Yvette looked directly at Sevelta and stood her ground.
Sevelta shrugged, then left the room. Yvette also exited and went upstairs to dress.
"Scott's here!" a voice boomed downstairs. "Yvette, It's ... "
"I know," she cried out. "I'll be down in a minute." A great feeling passed through Yvette's young body as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was definitely a good looking woman and could see how men would be attracted to her. Her best part was still her ass and she patted it gently as she stood sideways admiring it. "You and me, baby. We'll drive 'em nuts!"
"You look great," Scott said, admiring the tight fitting clothes that grabbed Yvette's body.
"The party is at Sigma House?" Yvette asked, as they left the plush sorority house.
"That's right. We've got the best accommodations on campus. Why not use 'em?"
"They're all right, I guess," Yvette said, climbing into Scott's car. "I've been there all week and I guess I'm a little tired of the place."
"It'll all be different tonight, I promise, Yvette," Scott said, as he drove down the street toward Sigma House. There were fraternities arid sororities on each side of the street, each a grand display in elegance. "I'll show you a good time you never dreamed possible."
"Good," Yvette said, snuggling up to her date. She was warm and affectionate to Scott. She would be to any man who made her feel like a woman as he did.
When they arrived at the party, Scott introduced Yvette to all the people who didn't know her. He was proud to be with such a pretty girl and it satisfied his ego to show her off. He made it a point to walk across the room with her several times so that everyone could get a good look at her fantastic behind.
As the evening progressed, Scott began to drink heavily. It was the first party of the new semester and he wanted to celebrate by having an extra good time.
"Got eyes for some weed?" a youth asked Scott. He eyed Yvette with a lascivious glare, his mouth watering at what he saw before him.
"Sure, Bud. Why not? Say hello to Yvette. This is Bud, my old fraternity buddy," Scott said, drunkenly.
"We've alreadymet," Bud said, nodding to the pretty woman. His eyes traveled over her body and he licked his lips when he looked at her shapely behind.
"Let's go smoke some pot! Come on Yvette. I told you you were gonna have a good time!" Bud laughed as they walked out of the house and stood on the lawn at the rear of the house near the garages.
Yvette was becoming a little bored with his behavior and had to say something. After all, he was her date for the evening and if he got too drunk, it would be a big drag.
"Don't you think you should cool it with the pot? I mean, you've had a lot to drink and grass on top of liquor ... I don't know."
"Don't worry your pretty little ass about my drinking, dear," Scott said, sarcastically, patting her cute little ass. "I'll drink as much as I fucking please." He stared at her coldly, his puffed eyes glared at her.
"Oh, Scott," Yvette said, disgustedly. "Forget it." She looked at Bud, who was smiling at her now. He offered Scott the cigarette, but kept his eyes on Yvette.
"Wheeeee!" Scott said, releasing the smoke from his lungs. "That's good pot! What is it Columbian?"
"Yeah. I'm gettin' some more next week. It'll knock you on ybur ass ... for sure!"
"Here, Yvette, you have a poke," Scott said, putting the joint between her lips. She took the cigarette and took a long pull, then pressed the acrid smoke inside her lungs. She began to cough, but was able to hold it long enough to feel the effects of the powerful weed.
"It's good, huh?" Scott said, weaving back and forth. "Oh, no!" he cried, holding his stomach and mouth. "I'm gonna get sick!"
"That's what I thought," Yvette said,, disgustedly. She was angered with Scott's behavior but happy with the way she felt inside. Her whole body was glowing from the alcohol and grass and she was determined to have a good time.
"He'll be all right," Bud said, looking at Yvette with lust in his eyes. "I wish I was the one who brought you here. I'll guarantee you I wouldn't drink too much and louse up a good time with you." Yvette smiled and took his hand. "Maybe you can just take me home, Bud."
"Let's go this way. It's real private and we can smoke some more grass," Bud said, pointing Yvette in the direction of a clump of trees.
Yvette knew what he had in mind and for some reason, didn't care. She felt good all over and Bud was an attractive man. "Why not!" she said, putting her arm around Bud. They walked with their arms around each other into the darkness beyond ...
"Here's a good spot," Bud said, stopping at a clearing underneath a large tree in the wooded area directly behind the fraternity house. He sat down and motioned for Yvette to do the same.
Yvette sat down beside Bud and they held hands. She looked at her new partner and was happy with his looks. He was about five ten, black haired, with a nice build and extra good looking face. His eyes were what attracted her the most to him ... and his aggressive attitude.
"Here." Bud said, holding a joint for her to take. She puffed on it, but it had gone out.
"Don't bother. I've had enough all ready. I don't want to get like Scott," she said, handing back the reefer. She lay back on the grass and looked up at the tree above. "It's gigantic!"
"Yeah, it's an old one too," Bud said, laying next to the attractive girl. He got up on one elbow and looked down into her face, then leaned over and kissed her. She responded immediately to his advances and her mouth began working and twitching as they continued to kiss.
Yvette was horny and didn't care what happened at that moment. There was no one around to witness anything she did, so she let her inhibitions go for the time being and really began to get into their kiss. She felt his hand reach for her breast and she pushed it away ... something she was expected to do the first time with a new man. When Bud continued to insist on playing with her breasts, she moved her hand away, sighed and let him touch her there. Her body began to move and she pulled herself closer to Bud and rubbed her crotch against her knee. He moved to match her body and she could feel his hard throbbing prick rubbing her belly. Oh, how she wanted that inside her!
It wouldn't be long now.
Bud played with her breasts through her blouse, then slipped his hand down inside and felt her soft flesh with his sensitive fingertips. Her medium sized breasts were firm and nice. They stood straight out, even though she was lying down. He played with the nipples, then spread his whole hand over the right breast and cupped it gently. He could feel his cock rubbing against her stomach and he hunched forward slightly. Yvette hunched back! That was the indication he had been waiting for because he didn't want to waste his time with a prick teaser. He wanted to get fucked and it looked like that was exactly what was about to happen.
Bud played with her breasts for a while, rubbing, massaging them and enjoying the feel of her spongy flesh to his hands. Then, he pulled his hand away and went down to her crotch, where he began to rub back and forth where her pussy waited just beneath the levi clothing. Yvette responded to this and pushed her body back against his hand, moaning slightly. He didn't waste any more time and unfastened her ornate belt, then the top button of her zipper and pulled it down slowly. It was a tougher job than he had anticipated because her clothing fit so tightly.
When he got the zipper all the way down, he put his fingertips inside and felt her silk panties. He slid his hand under those and pushed his hand down toward the furry patch of hair. Her skin was ever so smooth and soft and thrilled him to touch her attractive body. It was dark but his eyes were accustomed to the area and he could partially see her as he made love to her. Her eyes were closed and she looked as though she was enjoying his advances.
He pushed the tight clothing away enough for his finger to find the slippery slit at the top of her vagina. His finger slid in easily and quickly found the love button that made her cry out with erotic pleasure.
"Let me take these down," Bud suggested, pulling at the sides of her levi pants with his free hand. Yvette turned to one side, allowing him to pull the trousers down around her shapely behind and to her knees. What a fantastic body! Bud said to himself as he unveiled the shapely figure in front of him. He took both hands and pulled the pants down her legs, then off past her feet and let them drop in the grass. His hands touched her lithe legs, then moved upward, rubbing, caressing her tender skin that now bore little goose bumps. Those bumps and her constant sighing told Bud that she was almost ready.
And so was he.
When he reached her thighs, he turned her over on her back and spread her legs. She didn't fight him any more at all. Anything he did now was acceptable to her and she responded to his every touch.
When his whole hand moved across her naked pussy, Yvette began to move in a snake-like manner. Every muscle in her body responded to his lingers and she began to moan more loudly now han before. "Feel good?" Bud asked, letting his middle finger slide all the way into her wet pussy.
"MMMnnnnn!" Yvette sighed, rotating her hips to accept the hardness of his middle finger. She began to fuck his hand, moving with slow, languid strokes that made her feel good all over.
Bud's hand moved in and out of the tight pussy with deliberate, even strokes. He knew she was excited and ready, but wanted her to be about ready to scream before he finally put his cock in her and fucked her. He liked his women to be past the ready stage. They always fucked better when they got that excited and made it more of a thrill for his enjoyment.
Yvette opened her legs, ready for anything that was going to happen. She felt totally uninhibited and wanted that burning desire inside her to be satisfied. It didn't matter at that moment who the man was doing it to her ... only that it was a man and he would culminate the sex act soon.
Bud kept his right hand moving in and out of her slippery pussy while his left hand unfastened his belt buckle, then unfastened his trouser button. He pulled down the zipper and moved so that he could slip out of his trousers and shorts at the same time. He had had much experience at this sort of thing and was soon naked from the waist down. There was a rubber in his pocket, but he was too excited to bother with such trivialities.
Yvette knew that the time was coming ... and she was more than ready. Her legs were already far apart in anticipation for what Bud was about to do. It seemed that every nerve in her body was ready at the same time. Her head rolled back and forth as he continued to finger fuck her wet hole. She hunched his hand until he pulled it away, then she lay limp and waited with her eyes closed. , Bud moved in between her legs and got comfortable with his body against hers, then took his right hand and guided his thick tool in between her legs and up against the swollen pussy lips that awaited his advances. He pushed against the opening and shoved his cock into a mass of skin and pubic hair that wouldn't budge. She was too tight to enter easily and would have to take more time and finesse.
With his left hand, he grabbed the delightful cheek of her ass and held her up so that he could work his way inside the lovely meat. She helped a lot by twisting and turning in just the right direction. He got the head in between the two closest lips and began to work his way inside ... he hoped they were the right two.
They were. The warmth of her hot body seemed to suck his prick inside her as he edged the head in further and further. It felt good when the sides of his penis penetrated the tight vagina and began to feel the grasping walls that held his hardness so tightly that it was almost too much to take. He took his time as his cock slid in a little at a time. Each fraction of an inch felt so good, Bud wanted to scream, but didn't. His screaming would come later.
Yvette wasn't exactly a virgin.
But it had been a long time.
It happened a long time ago, it seemed, when a young boy took advantage of her after she had drank four beers and passed out in the back seat of his car. She remembered vaguely how he had jumped on top of her and thrust his small penis in between her legs, found the tiny hole, and plunged his mighty three inch prick in, then came inside her.
It had been a drag.
This wasn't.
She felt the thickness of his throbbing penis enter her body and work its way deep inside ... where it belonged. Using her utmost efforts, she maneuvered herself until she felt Bud's body relax on top of her with his whole penis inside her wanting body. She wiggled a little and though she could feel the head of his prick strike bottom. It felt good having a male organ all the way inside her body while she moved and took advantage of its thickness to make her feel good all over. The hardness and length of the prick seemed to satisfy a lot of her frustration that she had felt in the past. It was a psychological effect on her as the full, hard male organ explored her insides.
"Oh, Yvette!" Bud cried, sinking even deeper into the chasm of pleasure. Her small vagina gripped the sides of his hard cock and intensified the pleasure more. Everything seemed to feel so good all at once. It made Bud wish that this feeling could last forever. He put his hands around her body and grabbed both cheeks of her smooth ass with his hands and held onto her as he began to fuck her slowly. His prick moved in and out of the sucking hole and he used a variational stroke for more excitement. He would push straight in all the way, then on the way out, move from side to side, letting his prick rub the slippery sides of her wet hole.
Yvette moved with Bud as he fucked her. When he plunged his huge cock deep into her body, she would thrust her hips forward, meeting his prick and making it feel even better when they slammed their bodies together. She loved the way he held onto her quivering ass and pulled her body into meet his as they continued to fuck.
"OH!" Bud cried, his movements becoming faster and faster. "I think I'm gonna come!"
"Don't," Yvette begged. "Not yet ... "
Chapter Three
Bud suddenly stopped. He pulled his prick out of her waiting body and sat beside her on the grass.
"I don't want to come ... not quite yet," he said, looking around in the darkness. "I have it! Why not try some new positions. That will help me last longer. I'm sorry, baby, but you're just too much to take for very long. If I had an old lady like you around, I'd be coming all the time. Why just to look at you turns me on, much less fucking you!"
Yvette was indeed flattered. She was also terribly horny and wanted more. She reached over and took his cock in her hand and began to milk it back and forth slowly. She flicked the tiny slit at the end and moisture flew through the air. The loose skin on his prick felt good to her touch as she began to masturbate her lover.
"Want some head?" she asked, looking up at Bud with half-closed eyes. She had never done that before and had always wanted to. Now would be a good time to learn how.
Bud gulped. "I, I, why of course! I love it! Boy! Did I luck out tonight. Wait 'till the other guys hear what happened to me tonight. Will they be envious."
Yvette sat up and looked at Bud sternly. "You wouldn't tell, would you?"
"Oh," Bud said, self consciously. He suddenly realized that he had almost blown it. "Of course I wouldn't tell. I would like to tell because you're so beautiful and sexy and they would all like to be doing what I'm doing tonight ... but I won't tell, I promise."
Yvette looked at him with suspicion. "I certainly hope you don't. That would be totally uncool." Her eyes returned to the prick between his legs. It had gone down a little, but it was still a large penis. She took hold of it, then moved down on one elbow and kissed the head of his cock with her soft lips.
"Oh, wow, that feels good!" Bud said, leaning up on both elbows to watch the magnificent operation taking place on his genitals. His eyes widened when he saw her mouth open and her thick lips reach out and take the end of his prick into her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but then began to suck hard and move her head in a slow, circular motion.
Yvette liked what she was doing and became more aggressive. She moved her head forward, taking the thick, hard meat into her mouth and down her throat with more ease. She liked the salty taste of his male organ in her mouth and loved the hardness against her soft, feminine lips. The more she sucked the easier it was to take more of the stiff pole into her mouth. She continued to move a little further each time she brought her head down, engulfing his prick with her warm head. If anything was ever natural to Yvette, it was sucking cock. The more she sucked the more she wanted.
Bud was in heaven. Never had anything felt better and at a more apropos time in his young life. It had been difficult for him lately to make out with the women. He seemed to try too hard and it turned them off.
Now, look at him!
A girl he had just met was sucking his cock like crazy ... and she was a beauty! Her full, thick lips wrapped themselves around his turgid tool and they were about to suck his ever-lovin' brains out! "Damn!" he hissed outloud as he watched the most magnificent thing that had ever happened to him, take place before his very eyes.
Yvette kept her eyes closed and sucked until her heart was content. She managed to get his whole cock in her mouth at once and she felt proud of her accomplishment. Her neck began to tire after a while and she stopped, with the thick meat still in her mouth.
"Oh, don't stop!" Bud begged.
She began to move up and down once more, engulfing his entire shaft with each downward plunge of her head. She used slow, deliberate strokes to make her lover feel good and it also thrilled her to have a stiff prick in her mouth. It was new and exciting and she was taking lessons on how much Bud appreciated what she doing. If she ever wanted to make a man feel really good, this is what she would do.
It also occurred to her that he would come at any moment. It would be all right, of course, to come in her mouth ... but she wouldn't get to fuck any more and after all, it was a two-way street. She wanted her kicks too.
She let his huge prick slip from her mouth and she looked up at her lover. "Let's try a new position, like you said."
Bud said, "Sure," and moved around behind her and between her legs. He raised her rearend up and stuck his cock between her legs and rubbed her fat pussy lips with his hard rod. Yvette reached around and took his penis and guided it between her lips and into her aching body. She wanted his cock so terribly badly and it felt so great when it entered her wet hole and slid all the way inside.
Bud looked down at her beautiful behind that he was fucking and it turned him on even more. What a fantastic ass she had and when it slapped up against his legs and stomach he let it linger a while so that he could enjoy the feel of her soft skin against his body. With his prick deep inside her moving pussy it was one of the greatest sensations he had ever experienced. If he could only last and last and last!
When Yvette came the first time, it felt to her like her whole body would explode with pure pleasure. The large, stiff cock fucking her from the rear was just too much. She grunted and felt her nerve endings erupt inside and she stiffened against the body behind her, letting the long hardness inside her reach its greatest depth.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried, as she wiggled her ass against the throbbing prick. It slid around in her pussy and rubbed against the tight walls and almost drove her out of her mind! Every nerve in her body seemed to respond at once when she came. Every muscle reacted in response to her orgasm and she tingled all over, almost to the point of passing out. She never dreamed sex could be so exciting and pleasurable.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cried again and again as she kept on coming. It wouldn't stop and she would die if it did! "OOOOOHHHH! Buuuuuddddd!" she heard herself crying. "Ohhhh, AHHHHHH! Everything feels sooooo gooooddd!"
Bud kept his prick deep inside her while she came. He moved it around in a circle .to add to her pleasure, and his own, of course. When Yvette relaxed after her orgasm, he began to rhythmically fuck her again. He let his huge wet prick slide in and out of her slippery hole, relishing and enjoying every movement they made together. He would let his prick almost slip out, then push it back inside, feeling her tight pussy walls gripping the sides of his moving prick. The feel of her body under him and his prick inside was a felling that he wanted to last for as long as he could stretch it out to last. He leaned over and took both breasts and squeezed them while he fucked her, massaging them while their bodies moved in rhythm together. Yvette kept her head down, enjoying the experience with her sexy eyes closed. She moaned constantly, reminding Bud of what a super time she was having. His ego was at its greatest ebb and he wanted it to remain that way.
But, nothing lasts forever.
The tightness of her pulsing pussy and the voluptuousness of her lovely body was just too much. He felt his knees weaken, then tighten as his balls became on fire with passion. His cock stiffened and he felt the hot fluid rush from his rigid body and into Yvette's fantastic body!
"Ohhhhh!" Bud heard himself moaning outloud, much like Yvette had just a few minutes earlier. "Ooooohhhh, Ahhhhhhh!" His body convulsed and he jerked forward, sending his prick into Yvette's body to its greatest depth. Her warm body and insides gripped his penis and milked the life-giving fluid from his body as he hung onto her soft frame and let his orgasm happen.
The two lovers clung to each other, dog fashion, for several minutes. Each was completely satisfied and wanted to let the beautiful experience that had just encounted, linger for a while.
"Oh, Bud!" Yvette cried softly, then relaxed her whole body. "That was wonderful... groovy ... beautiful ... and all those nice things."
"I know," Bud said, letting his softening prick slip from her wet hole. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the tree above them. "It was beautifutt"
Yvette turned over and lay beside him. "MMM-Mnnnn," was all she could manage.
"I'd better get you home, all right?"
"Yeah. It's time to go. Poor Scott. He doesn't know what he missed."
Bud had to laugh. His ego at that moment was ten feet tall and he felt like a conquering hero. "Yeah. He'll never know, will he?"
"Not unless you tell him," Yvette said, looking at her lover.
"No one will ever know the pleasure we experienced here tonight ... no one."
"Good," Yvette said, pulling Bud down on top of her. Their bodies touched and she kissed him with her wet, passionate mouth. Their tongues washed about and they held onto the last emotion for the evening.
"Better stop," Bud said, pulling away, "or we'll have to start all over again." He looked down to his prick that had began growing hard once more.
"I'll have to kiss it good night, then we'll go on home," she said, leaning down to the meaty tool. She opened her mouth and put the head in and gave it a gusy, wet kiss, then let it slip from her lips and she sat up. "Let's go!"
"You can kiss it some more if you like," Bud coaxed, pulling her towards him.
"No, not any more. Not tonight, anyway," Yvette said, putting on her clothes. "Maybe some other time, who knows."
"Can I ask you for a date now? I mean ..."
"Call me at the house," Yvette said, not wanting to obligate herself on such short notice. Bud had been a good lover and she had enjoyed every minute of the experience, but there were other lovers and other nights and she didn't want to be tied down to any one man.
"Oh, all right," Bud said, a little jealous because she wouldn't commit herself. He put on his clothes and waited for Yvette to finish dressing, then walked her slowly back toward the direction of the fraternity house to his car.
"I wish you'd reconsider going out with me," Bud said, on the way back to Delta Gamma.
Yvette looked at him and suddenly disliked her recent lover. "I'll go out with whom I please!" she said turning her head to the window and looking out. "I'm free and I plan to remain that way."
Bud drove along in silence feeling like a fool. His ego slumped back to its former depths and he wished he would have bitten his tongue instead of talking.
It seemed he always did that ... just when things looked good.
Chapter Four
"We'd like to use you as our model, Yvette," her instructor said, when she returned to school Monday morning. "Of course, you know what that means ... or do you?" He was a handsome individual, about forty, greying at the temples and a lot of laugh wrinkles around his eyes. He had a look about him that reminded everyone of his lascivious desires. He had a reputation around campus as the original dirty old man, knew it, and couldn't care less. There was plenty of pussy on a college campus and this art teacher took advantage of that fact.
"What do you mean, Mr... "
"Just call me Ramon, like I told you to." He turned Yvette around and looked at her behind more closely. "My, that is a masterpiece."
Yvette was a little embarrassed. She blushed slightly, then asked, "Do I have to pose nude ... in front of all my schoolmates?"
Ramon laughed. "But of course, my love! Of course!" He had a slight French accent that turned most women on and he knew it. He hadn't been in France in twenty years, but maintained the struggle with English, to impress those who were impressionable.
Yvette looked dumfounded and naive, all at the same time. She would love to do what her art instructor had suggested, but what would her peers think? What would happen when the word got back to Delta Gamma that she posed in the nude! Would they expel her? Send her to jail? What the hell would happen when her parents found out that she was posing in the nude ... ON CAMPUS!!! "Oh, Mister, I mean, Ramon," Yvette stumbled over her words."I don't know. I just don't ..."
Ramon laughed and this time he was laughing at her. "You children are all alike. You have your morals and what others think about you and your parents to consider. What about youl What about the woman you want to become? Think about yourself. To hell with your damned sorority sisters and what they think of you." Ramon moved around her, observing her reactions and her beautiful body. "You don't see any of them posing for me in the nude, do you? Of course not! I didn't ask any of them. I asked you. Now, do you understand?" A look of compassion came over the older swinger's face. He knew he was right, but it was damned hard to convince young college girls of his philosophy.
Yvette reacted as though someone had turned a light bulb on in her young mind. She saw through all the sorority bullshit and all the phony fraternity bullshit all at the same time and a smile crossed her face that showed the inner recognition she felt.
"I'd love to pose in the nude for your class, Mister, era, Ramon. When do you want me to begin?" She threw her backpack and light jacket on a chair, turned to face her instructor and waited.
Ramon realized that this one was hot. She was not only good-looking, but had a head on her lovely shoulders. She could be the prize catch for someone if they played their cards independently. He laughed quickly, then became serious.
"Why this morning, of course! Go take off your clothes in there and wear out that blue robe. I want to show you what to do." Ramon said pointing to a closed off area at the rear of the art department.
Yvette did as she was told. When she got to the partitioned area, she walked in briskly, then closed the door. Why do that, she asked herself. She started to open it widely, then changed her mind. She did open it, but left the door open just a crack. Her clothes came off quickly and with ease. She had always secretly hated clothing and wanted to wear less all the time, especially when summer rolled around. The nude beaches appealed to her sensitivities and she had promised herself to someday seek one out and go do her thing!
Yvette found the blue robe behind the door and put it on. She loved the feel of the velour against her tender skin and when she reached the door to the art department dressing room, she wanted to take it off and walk out nude to show Ramon that she had what he had asked for. But she didn't.
Yvette wished she could feel as uninhibited all the time as she felt at that moment. Every care in the world passed from her mind as she walked toward Ramon, who stood waiting. She looked into his eyes to catch his expressions, then to his crotch, where she saw a bulge there that wasn't there before.
"Now," Ramon said, suddenly becoming the art instructor personified, "take off the robe very slowly and go sit on that pedestal."
Yvette slowly opened her robe, exposing her lush body, nude, pubic hairs and all, and walked to the pedestal. She didn't know how he wanted her to sit, so she just leaned against the object and waited.
"Oh, my," Ramon said, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "What a beautiful body!" He shook his head while he stared at the appealing curves that led down and down and ended in petite feet he would love to bow and kiss. "Go ahead ... take it off."
Yvette thought it was off. She was so overcome at showing a stranger her nude front that she thought she had taken it off. She began to lift it off her shoulders and felt a little cold. It was different showing her body to a school teacher than it had been to expose herself to a lover.
"Turn around," Ramon said, taking his time to study her behind. "Most unusual. Frankly fantastic!" The art teacher said, studying one of the most beautiful bodies he had ever seen in his life.
Yvette smiled. She knew she had assets, physically, as well as mentally. With her knowledge of making love added to all this, she planned to go far.
And she may as well begin right now.
"You like?" she asked, squeezing the muscles in her behind to make it quiver. She stood, shaking her ass while she waited for a reply.
Ramon sighed. "Oh, it is the most lovely ass I've seen in some time. If only ..."
"If only what?" Yvette asked, her insides beginning to tighten with anxiety. She was horny and if Ramon wanted to ...
"Oh, nothing. It is nothing at all." He tried to sound officious and scholarly. "Go ahead and put the robe back on. I want you to model for me at ten o'clock. Is your schedule free?"
"I'm free from now until then ... and it's only eight. Remember, you wanted me to come in early this morning. Now, I'm free."
"But of course," Ramon answered, walking to the front door. He started to lock it, when someone pushed past and inside.
"Hello, Ramon. I wanted to talk to you about some special instructions this semester," a student asked, eager to engage him in conversation.
Ramon looked back at Yvette, who stood with her robe tightly closed, watching him with eager eyes.
"You'll have to come back some other time. I'm already engaged in a private session and I'll talk to you later." Ramon ushered the student to the door and through it. He turned and looked at Yvette.
"Well?" she asked, letting the front of the robe fall open for Ramon to see.
He locked the front door, then walked toward her, unfastening his shirt as he walked.
"There is only one rule in dealing with me ... and the pleasure of the flesh that I offer ... and that is, that you must not speak of what we do to anyone. Do you understand?" Ramon unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He looked at Yvette with questioning eyes.
Yvette's mind raced to her own situation. She would die if anyone found out about her amorous adventures. His words were like gold to her, now that she could be sure no one would find about their affair.
"I was about to mention the same stipulations to you. Of course I wouldn't tell anyone what we do. That is strictly between you and me." She let the robe fall open, then her hands went to the collar and pushed it back over her shoulders. Her eyes stayed on his when she let the velour drop slowly to the floor. She stood naked and alone and felt proud of what she had to offer to any man.
"You are magnificent!" Ramon said, staring at her luscious curves. They were more beautiful than he had imagined. Now that he was going to make love to her, she became Uke a goddess to him. He moved close to her and reached out his hand and touched her arm. There were goose bumps beneath his fingertips as he stroked her bare flesh. More appeared as his arm went up her arm to her shoulder. He brought his sensitive touch down to her breast and cupped the round flesh with the palm of his hand.
"Nice," he said, compUmenting her generous gift from nature. He squeezed the spongy flesh, then looked down to her small patch of pubic hair that awaited his approval.
Yvette was turned on by the suddenness of his approach as well as the unusualness of the situation. It wasn't everyday a college professor wanted to make love to Yvette. They may have thought about it, but none had approached her except for Ramon. He was both intriguing and romantic as he continued to explore her anxious body.
Yvette reached out her hand and touched his arm. It was warm and soft, not hard like some of the football players she had been out with. This man was an artist. Sensitive, and ready to make love to her. This thought added to the excitement she felt inside and her breathing became audible. She felt weak and wanted to lie down somewhere to really make love to Ramon.
Ramon had other ideas. He was a man of ingenuity and imagination. Without any warning, he suddenly dropped to his knees and began to kiss her furry crotch. His lips moved quickly, kissing, caressing and making love to the most important part of her body. Both of his hands went around her shapely ass and touched the plump flesh, then he squeezed it and brought her whole body into his face.
"Oh," Yvette whispered, when his tongue touched her most sensitive intimate area. She pushed her hips forward and began to fuck his face as he devoured her moving pelvic area. His long tongue snaked inside, finding the acutely sensitive areas that Yvette never knew existed. Whatever he was doing she was enjoying. IShe had heard of cun-nilingus before, but like felatio, had never tried it before, not until Bud's experience, anyway. The way Ramon attacked her crotch was highly exciting. Never before had any man been so eager to please her.
Ramon was totally turned on. The sweet taste and smell of pussy to his mouth was what it took for him to become a real animal. From the first time he had seen Yvette, he had dreamed of this moment. With a body like hers, she had to have one of the most delightful cunts in existence ... and he had been right. It was slightly salty in taste, yet somehow sweet and edible. The smoothness of her inside vagina walls rubbed against his lips and tongue and were delightful to his touch. His cock had grown a foot since he began to eat her pussy, anyway it felt that large. He loved the feel of her chunky ass as he pulled it into his face while it was kept buried in her furry mass of pubic hair and pussy lips.
"I can't stand much longer, Ramon," Yvette said, her voice quivering slightly. "It feels so good I can't stand it any longer standing up."
Ramon pulled back suddenly and stood. He took her to a nearby couch where he guided her and she sat down. Instinctively, her legs opened and Ramon fell to his knees to resume where he had left off.
He stuck his nose into the wet hole and rubbed it around, feeling the smooth, slick pussy lips that seemed to want to grab him and pull him inside. The sensitive area responded to his advances which encouraged the experienced pussy eater. He knew all the right spots and had the technique to bring most women climax in a short while. Yvette was no exception. She lay back with her eyes partially closed, enjoying the most pleasurable feeling she had ever experienced. She had thought intercourse was the ultimate., until a few moments ago when Ramon began to use his expertise on her vagina and now, this was the more acute feelings of the two. She didn't take time to analyze the difference in her mind, she only recognized that this was different and that she did like what Ramon was doing. If all men were as talented as Ramon with their tongues, it would be a happier world, she reminded herself as she twisted and turned, halfway glancing down between her legs to watch the most gifted Ramon do his thing.
Ramon was really getting into eating her box. He pushed his face forward, letting the snatch lips engulf his mouth and cheeks, then his tongue leaped into action, flitting the clitoris and other sensitive areas he was long acquainted with from other women. They all reacted the same basically, but not really. Each woman was a unique experience that had to be cultivated and nurtured, so that she received the most of what he was doing for her sexual needs. This had taken years of practice and experience to figure out what made different women tick in their own way. Alike, yet different, was the only way he could figure it in his mind. After many women, another was yet a pearl to his long list of memories ... nearly all pleasant.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ramon!" Yvette uttered. Her eyes were closed and she felt her body being envaded with a most delightful orgasm. Her hands found Ramon's head and she pulled his long tongue and sucking lips and mouth further into her grasping hole that longed to be filled. Her ass cheek muscles suddenly tightened as she pulled his face into her crotch, helping to get her clitoris as close as possible to that marvelous tongue. This climax was different that the one had been with Bud. It was more sensitive and seemed to last longer. She didn't have to work as hard as she had with a hard cock inside her. The tongue seemed to do the trick for her without all the extra work.
Ramon knew his expertise was working by the results he was having with Yvette. Her wet pussy almost covered his whole face as he moved his mouth and nose, chin and every other available device to give Yvette pleasure. She was sweet, tasty and worth every effort he made to make her feel good. Her legs wrapped themselves around his head and ears and all sound was lost momentarily. All he could see was complete darkness with his eyes closed and taste the most delightful taste of a clean pussy to his lips. Her response told him that he was doing the right things in the right places and he continued to hang onto her ass cheeks and wail with his mouth, just like a gifted trumpet player would caress his instrument.
The second time Yvette came, she became more relaxed. The first time had been frantic and fantastic. The second was more mellow and fulfilled a need for contentment. She waited for the third, which was quickly approaching. When it hit, she convulsed in a nerve spasm, then let it happen without any effort. She kept her eyes closed as the tremor passed throughout her body and gave pleasure to all the right places.
How she had lucked out, Yvette thought, in between orgasms. Here she was a new student in college and the instructor was giving her head, almost blowing her mind with pleasure and all she had to do was relax and enjoy it.
How he had lucked out, Ramon thought, in between Yvette's orgasms. Here he was an instructor in college giving head to a beautiful, young college student, and all he had to do was lay back, do what he knew how to do best, while the woman he was making love to was reaching climax about every two minutes.
What a life! Yvette thought, as another orgasm wracked her whole body.
What a life! A fantastic, fucking life! Ramon thought, as his mouth and face became a part of the body before him. His whole being was inside her body, sucking, licking and giving pleasure to one of the most magnificent women he had ever encountered.
After thirty minutes, Ramon estimated Yvette had had over forty orgasms. It was funny, he reminisced. Some women could come all night, time and time again. Others would have one orgasm, then become too sensitive to continue such acute sexual pleasure. One was enough for some women, while others required much more at one time.
He was determined to stay where he was until Yvette asked him to stop. He was a loyal pussy eater and could last as long as the woman he was with.
His mind flashed back to one woman he had eaten for over four hours. It had been at an orgy with some friends and he had ended up with another guy's wife whose husband wouldn't give her head. She had cornered him and they had really gotten into the heavy oral trip. He remembered that when he finished, she gave him head and he lasted about three minutes. Three minutes to four hours ... it didn't seem fair.
"Ramon," Yvette whispered, her thick lips swollen from all the sexual activity. "I think you should stop for now. I'm exhausted from so much pleasure."
"Thank you, my love," Ramon said, pulling his wet mouth away from her dripping hole. "That makes me feel good to know that I've given you so much pleasure."
Yvette lay back, completely relaxed and satisfied. Everything in her young life seemed to be coming together for her and she felt fortunate that she had been so lucky so soon.
Then it dawned her that Ramon had given a lot to her and she had given nothing in return. If oral sex was his trip, then she had had one experience to aid her in her oral knowledge. She hoped that it would be enough when she went down on an expert.
"I'll give you some head now," she said, raising slowly.
Ramon smiled and stood up. "Not now, my love. We'll have intercourse and you can do that later. Lay back and you'll have even more pleasure."
Yvette did as she was told and felt Ramon climb in between her legs and began to feel the head of his hard prick that probbed the pussy lips as he tried to enter her. Her knowledge told her to reach down with her hand and help out the protruding penis. It always made it happen quicker when she guided it in for her lover.
Fucking was a different sensation than oral sex.
She loved his mouth and all it could do but when she felt that hard prick inside her, her body began to respond as though she had just begun to have sex. Different, Yvette analyzed, a like, but different. They were both the greatest experiences she had ever encountered and now it was hers to enjoy all over again.
Ramon shoved his cock all the way in her tight ' pussy, then began slow, deliberate strokes in and out. Her slippery walls seemed to grasp his penis almost like a tight fist would masturbate him. What a lovely woman to make love to, he thought as his hands explored her body, touching, caressing and enjoying the softness of her skin. His hands finally found their way around her hips to that lovely part of her body, her fantastic ass, and he squeezed it hard while he began to fuck her more rapidly now. He pulled her into him each time he slammed down on her body, driving his hard cock deep inside the chasm of love. Yvette was helping by moving her hips in a rotating manner, meeting his thrusts each time he rammed his prick home. The rhythm they developed gave each of them more pleasure and they were both enjoying themselves immensely.
"Oh! Oh!" Yvette muttered, her mouth slobbering over Ramon's shoulder. She began to suck on his neck and bite at his ear while they fucked. Her breasts were squashed up against his chest and it made her feel secure for him to be on top of her, holding her so tightly. She pushed and pushed each time Ramon fucked her, ramming her plump hips forward to accentuate the good feeling from his stiff prick. She knew an orgasm was coming and started to moan and groan with ecstasy as it approached. Her sounds were getting louder and louder and she couldn't help herself. If they would get Ramon into trouble he would surely tell her. Until then, she kept getting louder and louder. It made the sex act more exciting to make love. The louder she became, the more excited she was.
"POOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Raaammmoonnnnn!" Yvette cried, her back arched in a dead lock. She wrapped her legs around her lover and screamed into his neck flesh as her climax wracked her lovely body. She held on tightly while Ramon moved his prick all around inside her, fucking and fucking and fucking. How great it was to be with such an experienced lover. One who thought of her pleasure as well as his own and knew how to make them both so happy!
Ramon knew how to stretch out his sexual endurance. From past episodes he knew how to eat pussy, fuck a little and then get the head he wanted in the first place. It had always been a pattern with him, one that worked for his sexual desires and one that he would continue to use until something better came along. He let Yvette scream her lungs out ...other women had done the very same thing in the very same place before. No one could hear what went on in that area, otherwise, he would have been expelled from campus a long time ago.
When Yvette came this time, she was exhausted emotionally. She hung limp on the sofa and let Ramon do whatever he wanted to do. There were no more orgasms left, not in the near future, anyway, and she was content to let Ramon have his fun.
"Yvette," Ramon said, quietly slipping his prick from her wet hole.
"Oh, yes, love," she said, softly. "What do you want?"
Ramon rolled over beside her and kissed her in the ear. She was mellow and this was the way he liked his women.
"Can I do anything to make you as happy as you've made me?"
"Yes, my love, you can. You can suck my penis until I come in your mouth." Ramon took a hanky from his nearby pocket and wiped his penis clean, then turned on his back so that Yvette could get to him easily to suck his cock.
"I'd love to," she said, moving around slowly. "You're such a delicious lover, I want to do any and everything for you to make you feel as wonderful as I do. You know," she admitted, "I may not be very good at giving head. You'll have to teach me a few things I don't know ... Okay?" Her half closed eyes looked up at Ramon, then she lowered her head and opened her mouth to engulf his penis with her warm lips.
"I'll teach you everything, my love," Ramon said, leaning up on his elbows to watch the beautiful face fuck his cock. Her thick lips surrounded his swollen meat and made him tingle all over when she began to suck on his prick and move her head from side to side.
She really didn't know how to give head, Ramon observed, watching her head move, but her motion remain in the same place.
"Move up and down slowly with your whole head. Suck it gently now and it will feel good. Remember not to bite. Use your lips and your warm mouth to make me feel good. Your tongue licking it feels good, Yvette, keep doing that." Ramon watched Yvette with a lascivious stare to his eyes that had watched so many women do the same thing she was doing. He couldn't remember how many women he had taught how to suck cock and she was just another number to his long record.
Yvette loved his French accent, especially when he was telling her how to suck his cock. It made everything more romantic to hear his soft voice while she moved her head up and down on his stiff penis. She wanted to thrill him as he had thrilled her only moments earlier. If she was a good student, then maybe she would be asked to return for more sexual favors.
"That's it, Yvette," Ramon said, eyeing her beautiful face and mouth that repeatedly moved up and down his turgid instrument. Each movement of her mouth and lips made him feel like a million and he wanted to last as long as possible. He usually did last longer when he had to teach the woman to suck him. It was a role he loved and wished there were more willing females to want his lessons.
Yvette was having the time of her life. It was a different feeling to be sucking Ramon's cock after he had made her feel so sexually relaxed. She wanted everything now for his pleasure and her role was to completely satisfy.
"Easy," Ramon warned when she got too carried away with her up and down strokes. "Don't bite. Be gentle and remember to use your mouth and lips, not your teeth." Everything felt so good, he almost screamed, as Yvette had done a few moments ago. He could easily relate to her emotional outburst because the sex act was so exciting ... especially if both lovers knew what the hell they were doing.
Yvette was really getting into sucking cock. The thick, hard meat felt good between her lips and in her mouth as she sucked and moved her head up and down, doing what she felt a man would like to have done to his sensitive instrument. A woman's sex was almost hidden and a mystery where all the pleasure originated. A man's genitals hung out in the open and it wasn't difficult to figure out how to make him happy... and that was exactly what she was doing at that very moment.
"Ohhh, My!" Ramon said, his words coming in quick, short gasps. His breathing was rapid and the excitement was growing and building inside his body. Her warm mouth and working lips were about to drive him into a pleasant, sexual insanity.
The things Yeyette had learned in the past five minutes should be taught in colleges and universities for all women to learn, Ramon reflected. He had taught many women to make love before, but this one was very special. He would have her back for more love making lessons. The way she was learning, it might not be too long before she would be showing Ramon a few things.
The way Yvette sucked cock was perfect for Ramon. She sucked and sucked until she literally pulled the semen from his testicles. Ramon could only grin, then close his eyes as she drew the love juice from somewhere down in between his legs, then out through his throbbing prick. He could feel his cock quiver and shake as the hot fluid spewed from his penis into her devouring mouth.
Instinctively, Yvette knew what to do when the creamy liquid erupted into her mouth. She plunged her head forward, engulfing the whole penis while the stiff cock convulsed and convulsed in between her sucking lips, sending what seemed like a cupful down her open throat. She held her head and mouth motionless while the remainder of the life-giving fluid streamed into her head and down her throat.
Ramon could have let that moment last for a long time, but like most beautiful and bad things, they don't last forever. He relaxed completely and watched Yvette as she let the softening penis slip from her lips. She began to lick the sides with her tongue, kissing, licking and never stopping the pleasure for him. It had been a wonderful experience that he would like to repeat often. Maybe it would work out, who knew ...
"Did I make you happy?" Yvette asked, looking up at her older lover with a smile on her wet lips. "I mean, like you made me happy?"
Ramon knew what she meant and returned her smile with one of his own. "Yes, my love. Completely happy. You are quite a talented lover, you know, to be so young."
Yvette took the compliment well. She didn't blush, nor try to hide the confidence she felt as a sexually mature woman. "I like making love," she said, simply. Then got to her feet and began to dress.
"It's almost time for you to model," Ramon reminded her, looking at his watch. He too busied himself with putting on his clothes and straightening himself and the room.
"Oh, my!" she said, then laughed. "How the time does fly, when you're enjoying yourself."
"How true," Ramon said, zipping up his fly.
He looked at Yvette objectively. She was not only beautiful, but could model for him, and who knew, maybe she could even paint!
Yvette was turned on by modeling in the nude. It was a wild sensation standing in front of a class full of college students completely nude while they looked at her from time to time and made drawings of her body. It hadn't been an hour yet since she had been fucked and could still taste the cock in her mouth as she looked at the other students stoically. She was their model to draw, but if they knew what she had been doing a few minutes earlier, it could have turned into quite a different scene. An orgy, for example, turned Yvette on. That idea had been in her mind for a long time and some day she would have to go to one to find out if that was really her thing or not.
"You will be paid for your modeling," Ramon told Yvette, when the class had ended. "I have funds from the university to pay for models. I just didn't want you to think that you were doing this for nothing."
"You mean I get money for showing my ass?"
They both laughed.
"But, of course," Ramon said, putting his arm around the beautiful body as he walked her back to her dressing room.
"What about the other?" Yvette teased, when they neared the enclosed area, where they had made love earlier.
"Oh, that?" he looked at her with an ornery grin on his face, then said, "For that, you pay mel"
"That's a deal!" Yvette said, snuggling up to her art instructor as they walked into the dressing room area.
"Get yourself dressed. I'm sure you have other classes to attend. We'll meet later, okay?" Ramon said, looking at her behind. "Give me a call ... soon."
Yvette enjoyed herself the rest of the day attending classes. School was new and refreshing to her and she loved the scholarly attitude everyone seemed to have. There was an air of sophistication on campus that made her feel ambitious. She was happy with her decision to study art. It gave her an esthetical attitude that felt comfortable with her particular personality.
She would be glad, however, when her duties as cleanup, maid for the fraternity house would come to an end. This went against that cultural feeling she had inside and it made her feel childish, which she abhored. The whole point in going to college was to grow and learn, not play kid games as she had to do with her initiation into Delta Gamma.
But, nothing lasts forever, she reminded her self and headed for Sigma House as soon as her last class ended for the day.
"Wow! Get a load of our maid!" one of the students remarked, childishly, when Yvette entered the plush fraternity house. "How much longer will you be serving us, miss?"
She hated the young punk and would like to punch him one, but didn't, of course.
"This is my last week," she said, then turned and went upstairs to begin her duties.
She went to the broom closet and picked up a dust rag and furniture polish, then went to the first room on her right, to begin her cleaning chores.
"Yes?" a voice asked when she entered the room. There were two beds against the wall, two chairs and two desks, back to back by the window. The youth looked surprised and a little angry at having been disturbed.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Yvette apologized, as she stopped in the doorway, "I forgot to knock. I'm the cleaning girl. I don't know whether we've met or not."
"I've heard of you. You're supposed to be quite a good looking cleaning lady. Come on in and let's get a good look at you," the young man said, changing his attitude. He was tall, with dark hair, slender in build and a common, but good looking face. The grin on his face told Yvette that he liked what he saw. His eyes went to her nice-sized breasts, then to where all men looked ... at her fantastic behind.
"Well," Yvette said, enjoying her eye bath, "do you like what you see?" She walked around the room, modeling for the young man, then stopped beside the desk where he sat working on geometry.
"I sure do. Have a seat and we'll rap a while. Have time?"
"Sure. Why not?" Yvette said, sitting on the edge of his bed. She looked around at the room and saw many signs, obviously stolen from the city.
"I'm Yan. What's your name?"
"Yvette," she said, smiling. The more she looked at the gentleman, the more his face grew on her. It had an almost European look that she liked in a man. He was different, that was for sure. She was curious to know more about him. "Where are you from?"
"Europe. I was born in Spain. I speak Spanish and seven different languages. Know a foreign language?"
"No. I'd like to learn one, though. Will you teach me sometime?" Yvette threw her long hair to one side and looked at Yan with her sexiest stare.
"I'll teach you anything you like," he said, picking up on her tease. She was a terrific looking woman and it would be nice to make love to her, Yan thought, as he watched her play little games.
Yvette looked at a picture on the desk opposite Yan. It was of the football player, Big Shot, she had met earlier.
"That your husband?" She couldn't help but tease. Fraternity men were so self-centered and stiff.
Yan glared at the pretty woman for an instant, then broke into a pleasant smile. He understood her sense of humor and went along with her, even replying with a lisp, "Sure, sweetie. We've been married for six months."
"I hate to say it, but I loathe your lover. He makes me want to vomit!"
"Good! That's exactly the way I feel about him. Has he made passes at you?" Yan said, rising from his desk. He walked to where Yvette sat on the bed and joined her.
"Oh, yes. He let me know how important he was when I first got on campus. How can you stand such a jerk? You seem like a pretty neat guy," Yvette said, leaning back on her elbow. The bed -felt comfortable to her after the long day was near-ing its end. It would be nice to lay back and take a nap, she thought, getting even more comfortable. She turned and lay on her back with her hands behind her long, blonde hair and let her feet rest gently on the floor.
"I am a neat person," Yan said, in a strained voice, trying to be funny. He wasn't, so forgot the accent. "You are very sensitive. What are you doing here as our maid?"
"It's a fucking sorority initiation. I thought everyone in the house knew that. I mean, I wouldn't be here actually cleaning this fucking place ..."
"Oh, I know, I'd forgotten. It's just that you're so beautiful and everything. Here you are and it's hard to imagine your being with me alone in my room. It's very romantic, you know." Yan gave Yvette his sexiest stare and she gave it right back. Timing told Yan it was time to kiss her and he leaned over and touched his lips to hers.
The unusualness of the situation again turned Yvette on. Would there be no end to men making passes at her in strange, unorthodox places? It was marvelousl
Something inside told her to stop ... and she did.
"What about Big Ass? And when is he coming home?" She looked at Yan as she sat up on the side of his small bed.
"Oh, he's at football practice. He'll be home after seven. We have lots of time." Yan reached out and touched Yvette, pulling her closer to him.
"And what about the rest of the fraternity ... your frat brothers. What ..."
"They never bother me, unless they knock ... and I'll tell them to 'go 'way!"
"I just don't think this is cool," Yvette said, letting Yan pull her down on top of him. He put his leg between hers, parting them, then began to rub her crotch with his knee and thigh. "Oh, Yan!" she sighed, turning to kiss him. She put her mouth on his and rode his leg that excited her moist crotch. It was exciting to be making out with a high-classed fraternity brother, right under the noses of the others.
The door opened suddenly.
It was Big Shot.
He smiled and looked at his roommate, who had a beautiful woman laying on top of him, obviously in the beginning stages of making love.
"Well, Yan. Just look at you. And look at the pretty girl. Hey, pretty girl, wanta really make out?" His eyes widened as he put down his school gear on the opposite bed. He looked at her ass and his mouth watered.
"Yan!" Yvette hissed, struggling to her feet. "I knew this wouldn't work out."
"Oh, Big Shot," Yan complained, "go someplace for a few minutes. I do it for you."
Big Shot didn't budge. He liked what he saw and wanted in on this action.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Yvette said, standing. She straightened herself and started for the door. "I have a lot of work to do."
"Yeah, you do," Big Shot said, grabbing her arm. He pulled her to him and down on top of him on the bed. "You gotta clean our room first ... starting with me!" His thick lips covered her mouth when he pushed his face into hers, devouring the air she was trying to breathe.
"Stop it!" Yvette cried, trying to free herself. His wet mouth annoyed her and his personality completely turned her off. She was sorry she had even been nice to Yan now ... had she only known.
"Oh, come on, honey. You're with the Big Shot on this campus. What I say, goes. You play along with me and you've got it made in the campus shade!" He forced her back to meet his hungry lips as he savagely rubbed his stubbly beard around her tender mouth. His large arms held her securely against him as he enjoyed forcing his amorous pleasures on Yvette.
"Come on, Shot," Yan said, standing. "I brought her in and she's mine. Come on!"
That did it.
"No body brought me in here. I'm a fucking sorority pledge and these are my duties ... cleaning your fucking rooms!" Yvette was really angry. She broke away from her aggressor and stood once again, straightening herself. "I came in here to do a job and you can take this fraternity and shove it up your rich asses! Goodbye!" She stormed out of the room and into the hallway. Other fraternity members heard the commotion and stood, watching the action outside Yan's room.
"You all right?" one of the other members asked, concerned with Yvette.
"Yes," she said, disgustedly. At that moment, she hated all men and wanted to get away. "I'm going home. Tell Big Shot up there to clean house!"
The others watched as Yvette stormed out of the fraternity house. "Wonder what's her problem," a youth mumbled, watching her leave.
"Better go ask Big Shot," another offered, turning to leave the scene. He wanted no part of crossing the Big Man on campus.
Yvette ran all the way home. She felt awful inside and ashamed that she had even attempted to do something so foolish.
"We've missed you, Yvette," Sevelta Moran said, when she entered the sorority house. "You've been missing out on all the fun. I'll talk to you after dinner. Your initiation is almost over."
Chapter Five
Yvette wasn't hungry. She went to her room, undressed, and took a warm bath. Her insides still churned from the incident earlier that evening. She began to hate men and wish she was back home with no problems. High school had been so easy and now college was becoming complicated.
Yvette was learning quickly. She couldn't follow all of her feelings, because they corresponded with the mens'. When she was horny, so were they, and it could get her into a lot of trouble if she went around making love to every man that wanted her body.
There were many too many.
And, where she was in her pretty little head ... she wanted most of them.
"Yvette," a voice whispered in the hall, just outside her room.
"Yes?"
"It's me, Sevelta," the voice whispered back.
"Come on in, Big Sister," Yvette said, pulling the covers up around her naked body. She had climbed into bed after the warm bath and was enjoying the feelings of being alone and naked in her own bed.
Initiation is almost over and I thought it would be nice for us to get better acquainted," Sevelta said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You know, you have a lot going for you already, and you just got here. What I'm trying to say," Sevelta stammered, 'is that you are very attractive and the men on campus find you desireable."
"Thanks," Yvette said, tired of hearing more bullshit. "I hope so, because right at this moment, I couldn't care less."
Sevelta studied her little sister for a moment. She was truly a beautiful woman and could understand why the men chased after her. Sevelta was a nice looking woman herself, but lacked the innate beauty Yvette possessed. She had been the campus beauty a couple of years ago, and now she had become more of the administrative type, ignoring men and their lascivious desires. She had missed the contact with the opposite sex, but had learned to live without it, most of the time. Her ambitions had carried her beyond the physical stage into more sophisticated, refined company.
But, after watching Yvette around the campus, and hearing a few stories about her, it stirred something deep inside that she had missed. Sex was important and she had ignored it completely. Now, when she was about to graduate, she began to realize how important a relationship was and how she had missed this most integral part of her young life.
Perhaps Yvette could help her re-capture some of her forgotten youth and she could return to the more realistic side of human nature that she had neglected.
Yvette looked at Sevelta and realized that she was a nice looking woman. She didn't particularly like the way she carried herself, but she was pretty. Sevelta had long brown hair, a pretty, but too serious face, and nice breasts. Her figure looked great behind the conservative clothing she wore and Yvette knew that with the right grooming, Sevelta could be a rather beautiful woman.
"You are becoming a popular girl on campus," Sevelta began, retaining her business-like attitude. She hated herself now, with this demeanor, but had adapted it and was stuck with it. She continued, "What I mean is, I'm proud to be your Big Sister. I'm starting to become popular myself, just being connected with you."
Yvette smiled. The words she was hearing were very important to her. "Thanks," she managed to say. Her smile a mellow one, yet sincere.
"What I was thinking, was that if you wanted to get out of your cleanup duties a little early ... it would be all right with me."
Yvette suddenly came to life. It had been worth all the insults and diversion from her school life to hear her Big Sister make that statement. She hadn't cared much for Sevelta before, but now she looked at her with a new attitude.
"I'd love to tell Big Cheese to go fuck himself. Let him clean up his own room," Yvette laughed. "He's such a creep!"
"I knew he'd give you fits. You're his type. You have a cute ass ... and you're a woman."
"Some men really turn me off," Yvette reflected, staring off into space. Her mind was on Big Cheese and his ugly mouth and foul language.
Sevelta sat on the edge of the bed and could feel the warmth of Yvette's body against hers. She could understand easily how men could be turned on by her ... because she was. She wasn't a total lesbian, she was just a woman who appreciated all beauty, male or female, making her bisexual. She had experienced one affair with a woman and it had been beautiful. There had been no regrets, nor any guilts after it was over. Both women had gone their separate ways with memories of an intimate affair they had both enjoyed.
Yvette looked at Sevelta with sexy eyes and said. "It's too bad you're not a good looking guy instead of a good looking woman. We could probably make crazy love together." She reached out her hand and touched Sevelta's arm. It was soft and smooth and she liked the feel of her skin underneath her fingertips.
"Well, I'll tell you what," Sevelta said, rising. She walked to the door and locked it from the inside. "There are a lot of things you can learn here at dear old C W.U. Things too beautiful to even talk about." She sat back on the edge of the bed and slid her hand underneath the covers. Her warm fingers touched Yvette's leg, then began to rub her slowly while she leaned down close to Yvette's face. Their bodies touched more now and it excited Sevelta to be with a woman as beautiful as Yvette.
Yvette relaxed completely. She wasn't afraid with Sevelta. This sort of thing had been in her mind for some time, only the right woman had never been available. She knew she was a highly sexual person and thought of the unlimited possibilities of making love often, if she were only bi-sexual. Now would be a good time to experiment and find out if that was the route she wanted to go.
Sevelta could tell Yvette was ready by her attitude. She didn't resist and from experience, Sevelta could tell that this young maiden was ready to love another woman. She took her time, looking into her eyes, studying the pretty face. Then she leaned down and planted her lips on Yvette's and began a slow, sensuous kiss. Her tongue moved inside Yvette's parted lips and she could tell by Yvette's response that they were going to make crazy, wild love before the night was over.
Yvette closed her eyes, lay back and let Sevelta make the advances. It was an unusual feeling to have another woman kissing her and it turned her on even more to realize that she was being so daring. Most women would have run from the room insulted, but her curiosity had kept her there and now she was enjoying what was happening to her. It was a kicky experience and she was anxious to see what would develop next.
Sevelta rubbed her leg with her right hand, then put her left on Yvette's breast, pushing the sheet back to expose her naked body. She cupped Yvette's breast and squeezed her knowingly. She knew how she liked her own breasts to be caressed and did as she knew best. She could feel the nipples harden beneath her hand and both women became more excited as the tender lovemaking continued.
The more Sevelta kissed Yvette and the longer their lips remained together, the more excited Yvette became. She had no idea it would be like this! Everything Sevelta did was just right. There was nothing crude in her manner and she loved the gentle way she was handling her first lesbian affair. Yvette was becoming hotter and hotter as they kissed and opened her legs wide as an invitation for Sevelta to explore further. She was breathing in shorter gasps of air and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. Her strength was gone for the moment and she felt completely in Sevelta's power. Whatever Sevelta wanted to do would be fine with Yvette, because she was as horny at that moment as she had ever been before.
Sevelta was on fire herself. The touch of Yvette's body had turned her on and the way the younger woman had responded so willingly, turned her on even more. She moved her hand around to Yvette's thigh and rubbed against the pubic hairs. Yvette melted in her arms and moaned softly ... the way she had hoped she would when she began to make love to her. Her pussy lips were moist and Sevelta rubbed the outer lips with her index finger, then slowly inserted it into the wet, hot vagina.
Yvette couldn't help but cry out when the talented finger touched her hot clitoris. It was stiff and small and ready. She hunched her hips forward, moving her body in a circular motion to be in position to enjoy all that was happening to her.
With the know-how that only experience can bring, Sevelta turned and adroitly buried her face into Yvette's crotch. It was warm, hot and ready, already moving when her lips tasted the salty moisture that made her pussy lips slippery and tempting. She nosed her way inside, then pushed up her head and let her tongue rush inside, licking, quivering and doing all the things Sevelta knew would make Yvette happy. Yvette's hips were moving, rotating and adding to the pleasure both women were enjoying. Sevelta began a slow, rhythmical movement with her mouth and tongue. She would push her tongue inside, then pull it up and touch her clitoris, then flicker it a while, pull out and start all over. Each thrust into her vagina made Yvette squirm and when she reached her! throbbing clitoris, she took her hands and held onto Sevelta's head, hoping the feeling would last and last.
After several minutes of this teasing, Yvette held Sevelta's face at the point where her tongue had touched her clit and wouldn't let go.
"There! That's where it feels the best," she cried, hunching her hips forward in an almost violent manner. She wiggled, pushing her crotch forward and shaking her body from side to side, increasing the pleasure she felt from Sevelta's firm tongue inside her body.
Then it happened.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! OOOOOOOOOO!" Yvette cried, her whole body quivering in orgasm. Her nerve endings exploded inside and she fell good all over. She never dreamed another womas could make her feel so good inside. It was differeni than being with a man, yet somehow the two feelings were closely related. She would analyze it some other time. At the present, she was thrilling to the movements and actions of Sevelta's tongue inside her hot pussy. She had stopped for the moment, during Yvette's orgasm, and now that it had subsided, she started to move again, licking, kissing and offering pleasure to Yvette.
"I think that's enough for now. It tickles," Yvette said, turning her body. She lay on her side next to Sevelta and the two women kissed. It was a gentle kiss, with tongues moving in and out and hands caressing smoothly.
When they stopped, Sevelta looked at Yvette and said, "Well, did you like it?"
Yvette said, "Yes! Oh, yes, Sevelta. I never dreamed another woman could make me feel so passionate ... and you did it all with your mouth."
"Yeah. Would you like to try that on me?" She hesitated, realizing that she shouldn't try and push Yevetfe too far the first time. "I mean, if you wanted to learn how ..."
"I think that I'll wait for that number," Yvette answered, realizing herself what was going on. She did enjoy what Sevelta had done for her but for her to jump right in and do it herself, it was just too much for now. She added"I hope you're not angry with me or think I'm snobbish or anything tike that. It's just that, I'm not ready yet. I'll have o try it sometime, but not now."
Sevelta smiled. She had felt the same way only a few. short years ago and now she was teaching another woman the same tricks. It was fun making love to Yvette and she would like to keep her happy so that they could do it again. "I understand perfectly. Whenever you're ready, let me know and we'll make wild, passisonate love. I'm gonna go to my room. I have about three thousand things that I have to do tomorrow and if I don't get my rest, I'll hate myself in the morning."
"Goodnight, Sevelta, and thanks for being such a good friend and lover," Yvette said, sleepily. She watched Sevelta leave the room, then snuggled back under the covers and quietly closed her eyes. College was much more than she had anticipated and she was beginning to open her eyes to many more things about life that she knew had existed, but now she was learning about them first hand.
The next morning Yvette was out of bed bright and early and she felt wonderful! She breakfasted at the sorority house and was off early for her first class. It was an English class, which she didn't care for too much, but then again, that was part of the campus education. She would be happy with all art classes, but that wasn't the way things had turned out. She had to take math, English, psychology and then art. It bugged her to have to take things so seemingly unrelated, but that was the way it was and if she wanted to become a commercial artist, she had to play their curriculum game. She often thought it would be nice to be a true artist and do away with formal education and go somewhere and just paint. But that took a lot of nerve to do because starving artists are just that: they don't always eat. So, it was college for her and hopefully a good job as a commercial artist somewhere. There were many magazines and other places that hired commercial artists. All she had to do was hang in there, study hard and put in her time. A degree would be her reward ... if she had the tenacity to go through with what was required.
Yvette was a good student and basically, she liked school. She learned quickly and the more she learned the more ambition she seemed to build up inside her head. She didn't take too much time to analyze things. She kept too busy and fortunately, for her, she stayed happy.
When English class was over Yvette decided to go to the student union for some coffee. She liked going there because it was full of college kids, all intent on the same thing ... an education.
"Aren't you the art model?" one of the young men asked, as she stood in line for her coffee. He was a tall, thin, good looking young man, probably a couple of years older than Yvette. He had a happy smile and wore, relaxed, comfortable blue jeans.
"Yes. Are you one of the art students?" Yvette asked, smiling at the student while she poured herself a cup of steaming hot coffee. She liked his. looks and his pleasant demeanor. It didn't bother her that he had asked about her being a model. She was proud of that position, and secretly wished more people knew.
"I'm Johnny. What's your name?"
"Yvette. Nice meeting you, Johnny. Are you an art major?"
"Yes. I want to learn to paint. I'm taking a straight art course. No academic bullshit. Just straight art," he said, also pouring himself a cup of steaming coffee.
"You don't care too much about eating then," Yvette said, facetiously. These same thoughts had just been in her mind and now she was talking to someone who was actually brave enough to try and pull it off. She looked at his ragged clothing and decided that Johnny looked the part anyway.
Johnny laughed also. He also got a good look at her fantastic behind and shook his head after a long sigh. "I'll be rich some day and all you people will be paying millions for my paintings and you'll all be old and grey, working your fucking day jobs ... You'll see."
"Here, I'll pay for his," Yvette said, handing the cashier a dollar bill.
"Why, thank you, Yvette," Johnny said, walking beside her to a nearby table. "You just made your first payment on a painting I'll do someday, especially for you."
"Do you talk a lot, or are you a doer?" Yvette asked, looking at the young man sincerely. "I mean, I hear a lot of people talk about what they're going to do and very few of them ever pull it off. Which are you?"
"I talk to communicate, not to bullshit people. If you would like to come to my studio, I'll show you how much I talk and how much I paint."
The young man sounded sincere enough. It might be fun to go to his studio, wherever that was, and see how a real artist works. "Sure, I'd love to see your work. When will I get the opportunity to see all these magnificent works of art." She couldn't help but tease the youngster, even though he was older than she was. Men matured so much later than women, she thought to herself as she studied the young man's handsome face.
"What's wrong with when you're through drinking your coffee?"
"I do have some time," she said, looking at her wrist watch. "Is it far from here?"
"It's just off campus. Drink up and we'll go," Johnny said, excited to be taking home a woman as beautiful as Yvette. He had neglected his love life because of his art. It took money to date girls and show them a good time. He spent all his money on art supplies and school. Now that he had the opportunity to be with a woman, it made him feel good inside ... especially one with such a cute round ass.
They walked across the California Western
University campus, then down Third Street to Johnny's studio. It was a garage apartment that had been converted into his studio. He had taken the roof off and put in a glass sunlight. He had knocked down the walls that had separated three rooms and it was now one large studio with a kitchen and bath at one end. He had paintings everywhere, all over the walls, the floor, up against the walls and stacked in piles at one end of the room.
Yvette looked around and frankly didn't expect to see what she was seeing. This guy was definitely a real pro and it would be just a matter of time before he could possibly be a famous artist.
"This one is marvelous! It's a gas!" she said, her enthusiasm showing in her voice. She walked around the apartment looking at the different paintings he had finished. There was one on an easel in the center of the room that was only half finished. It was the top part of a naked woman. She looked at the stand next to the easel and there was a photograph of a nude woman smiling at her. She wasn't even very pretty, Yvette thought.
"That's all I can afford for now," Johnny apologized, then continued his tour. "Here's one I did from a live model," he said, holding up a large canvas. The background was red and the model's pink body glowed with those combinations of colors. Her long red hair added to the red cast making the painting an unusual one, to say the least. She sat on a bright blue velvet cloth, that balanced the other reds in the painting.
"Nice," Yvette said, handing the painting back to Johnny. "You really are into painting like you said. It's refreshing to meet someone who is honest, sincere and not full of bullshit."
Johnny smiled and cleared a place for her to sit on his couch. "More coffee?" he asked, moving paintings and making a path to his small kitchen.
"Yes, I think I would, please," Yvette said, sitting down. It was comfortable being with Johnny. She had always dreamed of one day becoming just what Johnny was practicing now. It made her feel good inside to know that these things actually did happen to people. They did go out and do what they wanted to do, not what society or their parents wanted them to become. The university was a million miles away from her thinking when he brought the instant coffee to her and put it on an old fish box that he used as a coffee table at the end of the couch.
"Have you ever modeled in the nude before!" Johnny asked, sitting by his attractive guest. He felt somewhat ill-at-ease with Yvette and was trying hard to relax with someone so beautiful.
"Not before this week. If you saw me then, you saw my debut. How was I?"
"I saw you and you were fantastic! I'll have to admit though, that it was hard to concentrate on my drawing with a woman as beautiful as you, naked, in front of me."
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls you bring home, Johnny," Yvette teased.
Chapter Six
Johnny blushed slightly, then said, "I don't bring many women home with me. Like I said, I'm too busy being an artist to worry much about women. Besides, they all want nice things and money and all and I don't have that to offer ... yet. My day will come and I'll be able to afford the woman I want. But until then ..." His words trailed off into a troublesome silence. They both knew what he would have said next.
"You do like girls, though?" Yvette pushed the subject. She knew she was purposely teasing him, but she was having a good time and she was curious as to what made Johnny tick. He was too good looking for her not to care.
"But of course, I do!" Johnny replied, defensively. "Like I said, I don't have the money ... Oh, forget it!" he said, disgustedly and sat, sulking.
"I was only teasing you," she explained, putting her hand on his. "I think you're very nice and you're very attractive. I'm surprised that you don't have women crawling all over the place ... honest."
Johnny's ego leaped fourteen points. He looked at her hand on his and realized that she was making a pass at him. If he didn't blow it, he could get something happening. It had been a long time, though, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest. He hoped she wouldn't notice and think him immature. He turned to face her and she held her head back, her mouth partially open for him to kiss!
It was now or neverl
Johnny leaned forward and casually put his mouth on hers. She responded immediately with the instant moving of her lips against his. It was highly exciting as well as surprising to Johnny, who suddenly found himself kissing one of the most beautiful girls on campus in the middle of the morning! He opened his eyes to see her attractive face while they continued to kiss, passionately. He edged his tongue in her mouth and she opened her mouth wide and took all he could give her. He noticed her breathing also change. She was becoming as excited as he was ...if that was possible ... and it would be up to him to make out with Yvette ... or blow it.
Yvette was turned on, again by the unusualness of the situation she found herself in. Would these romantic adventures ever end? She certainly hoped they wouldn't. She was having the time of her young life.
She could tell that Johnny was rusty in his lovemaking and it would be largely up to her to make the right sexual advances. She didn't mind at all because she liked Johnny and desperately wanted to make him happy. When he finally got up enough courage to touch her ripe breasts, she held his hand tightly and pushed it tighter against her breasts, then moaned approvingly as they continued their long, sensuous kiss.
Yvette stopped and unfastened the buttons on her blouse and let her breasts hang free. She wore no brassiere and her bosoms bounced when she moved and were easily accessible for Johnny's love-starved hands.
"Go ahead. I like that," she said, leaning back toward her new lover. She made a funny sound when his bare hands found both breasts. She made sure that Johnny knew she liked what he was doing for sure, to encourage the starving, young artist to make love to her. It would be fun to make love to someone like Johnny who didn't get the opportunity very often.
After he played with her tits for a while, Yvette figured Johnny would reach for her legs, but didn't. So she reached for his. She put her hand on his thigh and began to move it upward, taking her time to excite her lover even more with definite, warm squeezes of her hand on his leg. The closer she got to his prick the more excited she became and when she finally reached it, they both let out sighs of excitement. Yvette twisted her head faster as they kissed, sucking on Johnny's tongue harder now, sort of as an advertisement of things to come. She grabbed the large prick and squeezed it, like she had his leg. It throbbed to her touch and she wanted to feel it in the flesh ... not under his thick blue jeans.
Her hand went to the top of his pants and unfastened the top button. He wore no belt. She found the zipper and began to pull it down slowly.
Johny was on fire! Every muscle and nerve in his body was responding to this most unusual, yet delightful situation and he actually couldn't believe that all this was happening to him. He parted his legs and let Yvette finish unzipping his fly, then felt her soft, warm fingers move inside his trousers and inside his shorts to his hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around the turgid instrument and began to squeeze the hardness just like before, only this time in the flesh.
"You have a nice cock," Yvette said, breaking away from the kiss. She looked up at Johnny and for a moment felt sorry for the dedicated artist. He didn't really know what he was missing. But after this morning, he would. That was for sure!
"I don't know what to tell you," Johnny said, looking down as Yvette pulled his prick out into the open. It stood straight up and proud while she continued to stroke it. It excited him to hear her talk to his cock like it was a person.
"It's a nice cock ... a pretty one and I'll bet it will fuck me real well."
Johnny nodded his head and watched while Yvette moved herself down to the floor and in between his legs. He parted them quickly and watched as Yvette got on her knees, then put her mouth down over the head of his cock and began to suck him.
"Ohh, shit!" Johnny said, still not really believing what was happening to him. The acute sensations of her warm mouth sliding up and down on his cock while she sucked him, almost drove him crazy! Her touch was so light, yet affective as she reached her hand inside his trousers and stroked his balls.
"Just a minute," she said, letting the stiff cock slide from her lips. She reached up with both hands and pulled his blue jeans down around his hips to his knees. She took her time, raising one leg at a time while she pulled his trousers all the way down to the floor. She repeated the same process with his shorts, then climbed back in between his legs, got comfortable on his clothing on the floor and went back to what she had begun in the first place.
Johnny watched as she began to lick the sides of his prick. She moved her head to one side and ran the tip of her tongue all the way from the head down to his pubic hair, then back up again. She stopped, wet her lips to create more moisture, then began to kiss the sides of his prick, licking and kissing as she traveled up and down the pulsating penis. She began to move her head faster, obviously enjoying what she was doing. She stopped in the center of his prick and opened her mouth wide and put the meat in her mouth sideways and began to flick the part in her mouth with her tongue.
"Ohhhhh!" was all Johnny could manage. His prick felt like a bundle of beautiful nerves, all waiting for that beautiful mouth to do it to them and when she did, they all screamed inside his body at once. The only thing close to the sensation he was receiving at that moment was an orgasm. That was the only thing he could compare such intense pleasure to.
He didn't want to come for a long time. Not with Yvette doing such wonderful things to his throbbing cock. He watched as she moved her head away from the center, straightened up, then opened her mouth wide and put the head of his cock in her mouth. She flicked the crown with her tongue, then opened her eyes and looked up at Johnny with a sexy glance and spoke, her mouth half full of cock.
"Feel good?" she asked, her mouth moving around in a slow circle while she sucked and flicked his prick with her tongue gently.
"Shit!" Johnny said, rolling his eyes back in his head. Nothing this pleasurable had ever happened to the young artist before and all he knew to do was to relax, lay back as he was doing, and let Yvette do her thing. This was a special event in his life and one that he would never forget and he wanted it to last as long as possible.
"I've never had anything feel so good," he said, almost in a whisper. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned, as he brought his head back to watch the beautiful events taking place on his love-starved body.
Yvette was having the time of her life. There was nothing in her actions that were selfish. She wanted this super guy to have the ultimate in sexual pleasure, for the mere fact that she liked him. That was all it took for the young woman who continued to suck and give sexual pleasure to her new friend.
Johnny thrilled to the sight of her voluptuous mouth moving up and down sensuously on his throbbing prick, as he did to the feel of her lips, as they slid up and back on the loose skin of his hard prick. Saliva dripped from the edges of her mouth as. she continued to suck his cock. She cupped his balls underneath with her left hand and began to wiggle her fingers, adding to the acute sensations of his pelvic area.
Her hand moved from his testicles and down in between the crack of his behind and she worked her finger in between his ass muscles until she found the raisin-like opening of his ass hole. She maneuvered her finger until it snaked its way inside his ass, up to the first joint of her middle finger, then she began to rub the tight muscle, massaging the delicate area while she kept on sucking on his prick.
Johnny lay back in complete ecstasy as he watched and felt her mouth and finger give him pleasure. He would close his eyes, then open them and sure enough, it wasn't an erotic dream ... this was happening for reall
Yvette moved her head upward and let the cock fall from her mouth. Her lips were wet and sexy when she looked up at Johnny and spoke. "I want you to come in my mouth, okay?" She waited for a reply.
"Oh, yeah! I will! I will! And it won't be long!"
Yvette lowered her head, once again, enclosing his whole prick in her mouth. His rubbery skin felt good to her mouth as she continued to suck and let Johnny fuck her in the mouth. She remembered how good it felt when Sevelta had eaten her pussy the night before and wondered if Johnny might be experiencing the same intense pleasure.
She hoped he was.
Her efforts paid off. Johnny began to move his hips forward, hunching her in the face faster and faster while she moved her head quickly, sucking all the time, to match his strokes.
Then it happened.
"Ohhhhhh!" Johnny yelled, stiffening in a most delightful orgasm. His body convulsed, then became rigid as the hot sperm spewed from his cock into her devouring mouth. He could feel his knees tingle and his balls swell as a flash of pleasure engulfed his whole body. The cum felt like it came from down between his toes, that also tingled. Everything in his system that had feelings had responded in a pleasurable way and Johnny lay back with his eyes closed and let it run itself out.
When it was over, Yvette licked the sides of his softening penis, kissing it, adoring it, worshipping every last drop from the phallic symbol with her talented mouth. She had learned to love cocks, all sizes, shapes and forms. All she wanted behind them was a man that appreciated her efforts and would treat her with respect when it was all over.
So far, she was ahead.
"There!" Yvette announced, sitting up on her knees and looking at Johnny. "How was that?"
She couldn't help but break out in a broad grin.
"You liked?"
Johnny shook his head in disbelief. Had this really happened to him? Would he awaken later and find it had all been a dream? If it was a dream, it was the most beautiful one he had ever experienced. But he was awake and this beautiful creature was still sitting between his legs with her tits showing, smiling up at him!
Reality! "I, I don't know quite what to say right now. I'm too happy from what just happened." He paused, then continued, looking directly into her eyes. "Do you do this sort of thing often? I mean ..."
Yvette had to laugh. In a way, she did do this sort of thing often, but for Johnny's sake, she would tell a little white lie. "I liked you Johnny. Of course I don't go around doing this sort of thing."
"Well, you did it so well. I figured you for some sort of a nympho, or something."
"Oh, no! I liked what I saw this morning and decided to have a thing with you. Are you angry?"
"Oh no. Of course not. I was just curious. These kind of things don't happen very often to starving artists, if you know what I mean."
"Naturally they don't. That's what makes them so special. You enjoyed yourself, that's all that matters ... right?"
"It isn't over, I hope," Johnny said, reaching out for her arms. He took them both and felt the smoothness of her body beneath his fingertips, hoping the affair could continue for a while longer.
This was too good an opportunity to let slip between his fingertips. He wanted more ...
"Of course not, my love. What did you have in mind?" She looked at his limp penis and turned her head to one side, with a questioning look in her eyes.
"I want to do it now!" Johnny declared, rising to his feet. "I want you to sit where I was and I'll give you sexual pleasure you never dreamed possible!"
"Well," Yvette said, moving to her feet. She was weak from so much activity and wanted to sit and rest. Her body plopped down on the couch and she sat, waiting for what Johnny would conjure up for her.
Being an artist, Johnny prided himself in being sensitive and creative. He went to the refrigerator and opened it.
"Mmmmm," he purred, looking at the few goodies inside. He thought for a moment, then reached for the Cool Whip. "Perfect!" he said, walking back to Yvette with a strange look in his eyes.
Having more confidence now, he walked directly to her, fell to his knees and began to remove her skirt. She also wore some skimpy panties, which he quickly removed, then unfastened the two bottom buttons on her blouse so that it would hang free, exposing her nice-shaped breasts for his viewing.
"What are you doing?" Yvette asked, when she saw Johnny open the container of Cool Whip.
"You on some kind of weird trip?"
Johnny laughed. "We'll see in a minute whether you like my 'weird' trip or not." He fell to his knees and took a swoop of the Cool Whip with his finger, then placed it in the lips of her vagina.
"UUhhh! That's cold!" she said, shrinking back on the couch. She didn't know what the hell Johnny was doing, but it was kind of exciting waiting around to find out.
Johnny took another large glob of Cool Whip and smeared it all around the entrance to her vagina. He rubbed it inside with his warm fingers until it all disappeared. Then, he took another glob of the sweet tasting dessert and put it on the outer lips of her cunt and worked it around into her pubic hairs, making the whole area white. Next, he put more on top of that, just like Irish Coffee, and put the container on the fish box next to the couch.
"Now," he said, proud of his accomplishment. He parted her legs and began kissing her on her sensitive, smooth thighs, licking, enjoying the feel of her flesh to his hands and mouth, gradually working his way to the mountain of Cool Whip that awaited him at the V between her legs.
Yvette watched with delight as Johnny began to lick at the frosting on her pussy, digging his tongue deeper with each swipe. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned, when he reached bottom and began to rub his stiffened tongue against her pussy lips. He flipped his tongue inside and his face went out of sight, completely covered with Cool Whip. She hoped he didn't drown or something terrible, but what he was doing did feel good and it was a kicky experience having a man eating out of your box.
Johnny was in heaven! Everywhere he touched on Yvette's body seemed more delicious than the last. Her slippery cunt walls against his face and the feel of her beautiful ass as he held onto it with both hands was fantastic! He rubbed his hands up and down her legs, relishing in the smoothness of her skin. It seemed he just couldn't get enough of the feel of her body and kept rubbing, touching and digging on every contact he made with this beautiful creature.
Yvette was really enjoying herself. She had made a good choice in picking Johnny to have a quick affair with because he was inventive. He was not only inventive, but knew what to do with his creative talent besides. His tongue delved deeply into her pussy as he licked upward, then he munched on the Cool Whip, devouring it all the way down to her pubic hairs, just above her clitoris. He took his time licking his way downward and it was suspenseful to Yvette, watching him eat the Cool Whip the same way he was going to eat her pussy.
When all the Cool Whip was licked away from the pubic area, he continued on inside, licking and swallowing the sweet taste of the dessert mix and the salty, fish-like taste of her warm wonderful vagina. It was a rare combination indeed .., one he would like to enjoy more often.
Her clitoris was easy to find because it was swollen from all the sexual activity. Johnny flicked the tiny organ with the tip of his tongue, then pursed his lips and moved his face down so that it fit between his lips like a tiny cock. He sucked on it gently and flicked it easily with the tip of his tongue. His efforts were paying off because Yvette was responding to everything he was doing. Her lovely hips began to move back and forth, then forward to engulf Johnny's face as he continued to suck her pussy.
"Oh, Johnny!" Yvette cried, hunching her hips forward. "Do it! Ooohhhhh, DOOO IIITTTTT!" Her face was twisted in a seige of hot passion as that wonderful feeling swept over her body. Johnny had hit the right spot, the right way and had triggered an orgasm. She could feel his anxious mouth and tongue against her cunt as her body moved back and forth, experiencing the erotic sensations that completely engulfed her. Johnny kept his tongue flipping and lips working on her clitoris and it almost drove her out of her mind! Her back arched forward and locked as her hands went to his head and she pulled his face inside her body. She wanted more, more, more, and was getting what she asked for. His tongue didn't stop! It kept licking and flicking the most sensitive part of her body, sending wild sensations all over her body.
"MMmmmmpppphhhh," Johnny grunted, his mouth full of sweet-tasting pussy. He had hold of her tiny clitoris and wasn't about to let go ..'. not until she wanted him to, of course. Her hips were locked tightly about his face and head and somehow, he was managing to breathe. This was a cramped position that he didn't mind at all. It was like being in a warm, wet blanket that was alive. Everything tasted and felt so good to him and he would be sorry when it all ended. Maybe she would come see him again, the thought flashed through his mind, but then, he had no money and couldn't afford this kind of classy dame for very long. He was indeed fortunate to have her for now, so he recognized that fact and enjoyed everything even more, for that moment.
"Oh, Johnny!" Yvette said, releasing his head and letting her hips relax. "That's enough! I can't stand it any longer. Please, Johnny, stop!"
Johnny took one last swipe of his tongue against her clitoris, then licked the deep channel that led inside, kissed the pubic hairs, then backed away.
"You are quite a lover," Yvette admitted, laying back with her eyes closed. "Where did you ever come up with a thing like Cool Whip?" Her curiosity was driving her wild. Never before had she ever even heard of such a delicious idea.
"Well," Johnny said, a silly grin on his face when he stood up. "It beats peanut butter, doesn't it?"
"You are weird," Yvette said, studying the handsome man with whom she had just made love. She wondered if she would ever see him again. The thought neither saddened, nor made her happy. He was just another man that she had brought sexual pleasure to and he had returned the same.
"When will I see you again," Johnny asked, putting back on his clothes.
"I would imagine in art class. I model there at least once a week." Yvette was also returning her clothes to her body. Why did all men have to ask her that? Weren't there enough women to go around? Or was it, the ones that were available weren't as far-out and willing as she was.
"Well, thank you for a lovely morning. Til never forget it, never," Johnny said, walking her to the door. "When's your next class?"
"I'll have to look at my schedule when I get back to campus. See you later," she said, leaving the studio and with that she was gone.
"Damn!" Johnny said, watching her leave. "What a woman! I'll probably never have another that lovely. Never."
Yvette went back to the student union and ordered another cup of coffee. She felt too relaxed and wanted something to perk her up before her next class.
Wherever she went, both men and women looked at her. If she walked past and they didn't look, if she could catch their reflection in the mirror, ninety-nine percent stopped and looked after her. She was proud of her figure and her looks and planned on them helping her to get far in this cruel world.
The rest of the day passed quckly. Yvette really got into her school work and before she knew it, it was time to go back to the house for dinner.
"Hello, Mrs. Quamsly," she said, when she entered the plush surroundings of Delta Gamma.
"And how are you today?" the older woman asked, flashing a phony smile that she flashed to everyone. "I haven't seen you for quite some time."
"I've been busy with school and all," Yvette said.
"How is school?"
"Fine."
"What are you majoring in?" . "Art."
"Oh, don't they draw pictures of people in the nude?" Her eyebrows raised.
"Yes."
"Have you done that sort of thing yet?"
"No."
"I suppose that you have to learn how to draw the body a little before they make you draw naked people."
"I suppose."
"Well, I hope that seeing naked people won't influence your young mind in the wrong way. I mean ... "
Yvette's mind flashed back to the morning when she was sucking on Johnny's cock. "I doubt if it will. After all, Mrs. Quamsly, we're college age now." She was a little annoyed at her attitude.
"Yes, I guess so. But it seems that each year you all begin to look so much younger. I guess I'll just have to get used to the fact that I'm getting older." She laughed nervously, turned and walked away.
"You have a call from Big Shot," one of the girls called out to Yvette just before she went upstairs.
The girl handed the piece of paper with Big Shot's phone number on it to Yvette, then smiled. "You're really a lucky girl to have him call you."
Yvette smiled, took the piece of paper and went on upstairs. She went to her room, closed the door and dialed the number. Big Cheese was waiting by the phone and answered.
"It's Yvette. I got a message to call you."
"Oh, hi, Yvette," Big Shot said, honey dripping from every syllable. "How you been?"
"Fine. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I'm playing foootball tonight and wanted you to be my date. I mean, after the game we could go someplace and dance. How 'bout it?"
Silence.
"Yvette?" Big Cheese whined. "You there? How 'bout it?"
"What am I supposed to do during the game, sit home and knit?" She didn't like Big Cheese. He annoyed her sensitive nature. He was all jock and would always be. There wasn't a kind bone in his body and she knew it. Everything was all for Big Cheese and she wished he would leave her alone.
"You can go to the game as my guest. I'll buy the tickets and you can sit with Scott during the game, then I'll take you out."
"You sure you trust me alone with Scott?"
"Of course I do!" Big Shot said, emphatically. "You'll be going out with me later. Of course I trust you. What kind of man do you think I am anyway? I'm the Big Shot on this campus, and don't you forget that!"
Silence.
"Well, you goin'?"
Silence.
"Yvette! Women don't talk to me like that."
Silence.
"Will you speak and let me know one way or the other?" There was a nervousness in his voice that Yvette had been waiting to hear.
"I'll have to think about it."
"What do you mean, think about it? I want to know now if you're going out with me. I have too many other women to consider if you're too busy."
"Oh, I'm not too busy," Yvette said.
"Well, what the hell is it then? I want to know now. Right now!"
"Oh, I don't know," Yvette paused and remained silent for a few beats. "I'll just have to think about it."
"What's the matter, don't you like football?"
"It's all right," she answered, hoping to anger him more. She was having fun playing her little game with the most popular man on campus. Most women would have given almost anything to go out with Big Cheese, but she couldn't care less. He bored the fuck out of her, but he had been rude to her and she should go out with him ... just to get even.
"All right. I'll go."
"Oh, good!" Big Shot said, almost child-like. "I'll have Scott pick you up about seven-thirty. The game starts at eight. See you after the game. Scott knows where to take you to meet me. Goodbye."
Yvette hung up without saying anything. Make the bastard eat it! She deplored men with large egos. More men should be like Johnny; sensitive and kind and giving. Of course, the world might starve to death if everyone was a Johnny. There had to be both kinds of men to make it a balance, she recognized.
Scott picked her up at seven-thirty, just as planned earlier. "Hello, Yvette. My, you look pretty tonight," Scott said, eyeing his date for part of the evening.
"You look nice yourself, Scott," Yvette said, taking the hand that he offered. "Did you ever get over your hangover?" She couldn't resist that one. Had he known what he missed out on the night he got too drunk to take her home he would have died.
"Touche," Scott said, lowering his head. He remembered that night well, because he had heard that Bud really made out with her. "I promise, that if we are out again alone, it will never happen again."
"I hope not," Yvette said, walking down the long sidewalk to Scott's car. "I really wanted to be with you that night, and you fucked up."
"I know."
"Let's talk about something else and never mention that night again, as long as we live," Yvette said, sitting in the front seat of Scott's car.
Relieved, Scott sighed, and said, "You'll never hear another word about that night." The car sped away into the early evening that had only just begun.
Chapter Seven
Football season was in the air. Thousands of loyal football fans congregated at the stadium where the game was to be played. It was highly exciting to Yvette to be attending her first football game as a freshman, because whether Big Shot knew it or not, football was her favorite sport.
"Want something to drink?" Scott asked, after they had located their seats. He brought two pillows and a blanket in case it got colder later on.
"Some hot coffee would be nice," Yvette said. looking around at the hundreds of people gathering in the coliseum. They were relaxed and ready to watch their favorite sport. Many brought blankets. Some brought along the more elaborate foam rubber cushions. These were the seasoned football fans, Yvette reasoned. Most of the audience carried thermos bottles. Some had brown sacks and she could only guess that these contained some kind of hard liquor; People were funny, Yvette thought. Everybody was on something.
"Here's some coffee and I brought you a hot dog," Scott announced, handing her the refreshments.
The wind had changed suddenly, blowing from the sea instead of the desert. The night air had been dry and warm. Now, it was damp and cold.
"I'm glad you brought that blanket," Yvette said, reaching for thewool covering. It was bright red and blue plaid with small fringes all around and it made her feel cozy when she wrapped it around her legs. She lay the woolen garment across Scott's legs also and as she Was returning her hand, she brushed across his penis. She let it linger a moment and both of their eyes met for an instant, then she moved her hand back to her own lap.
Scott had the most sincere look in his eyes that Yvette had seen when he spoke, "I wish you were my date this evening .... for all of it."
"Well, does Big Cheese mean so much to you? We could go someplace ourselves and have some fun. Personally, I can't stand Big Cheese, nor anything he stands for. I deplore those kind of men."
"He'd kill me if I didn't deliver you to the player's entrance after the game. I mean it, he would kill me. He thinks you are about the cutest thing he's seen here on this campus. And, if I may say so, without your telling anyone else, he's making bets on whether he makes out with you on the first date tonight. Don't tell that I told you, or I'm a dead man."
"I understand, Scott," Yvette said, taking Scott's hand. She purposely let it rest on his crotch and could feel his joint becoming larger as her hand moved back and forth slowly.
This was going to be a fun ball game.
When the players came out on the field, it wasn't hard to pick out Big Cheese at all. He carried his helmet in his hands, then tucked it under his arm when he reached the center of the field. He wanted everyone to know which player he was and to gaze on his good looks before the game began.
"There's Big Shit," Yvette said, then laughed.
"Oh, if he ever heard you say that... "
"Fuck him and all the rest just like him. I'll fuck and suck whom I damned please." Yvette was angered at just watching Big Cheese run onto the field. Her heart beat quickly in her chest and she wished she were somewhere else so she wouldn't have to even look at the campus hero. She realized that her outburst had upset Scott. She looked at him and regained her composure. "I'm sorry, Scott. I really am."
"Everybody's entitled," he said, looking back to the field.
Both bands began playing at once and it echoed off each side of the stadium, making the sound distorted and awful.
"Why the fuck do they have those corny old bands at football games? Why can't they have a good jazz band, or even disco?"
"Tradition, my dear. That's called tradition. Ever since football began, they have employed inarching bands to play marching music. It aroused the spirit in the audience ... I guess."
"Bullshit!"
"Don't get in a bad mood. The game's about to begin," Scott said, putting his arm around Yvette. He held her close for a while and she snuggled up against him as though she fit. "You're quite a woman, Yvette," he said, looking down at the beauty of her features. He well remembered the ;hape of her behind. It was one he would never forget.
"I'm sorry, Scott, but they really bug me. That music isn't our generation. It's a hundred years old. You watch, they'll get out at the half and march around like a bunch of idiots and spell something!" Yvette laughed. "Or, they'll make a dumb picture using their uniformed bodies! Oh, Scott! It's all so ridiculous!"
"I know, Yvette. I know. Just relax and put up with it and try and have a good time."
"I guess I'm too much of a thinker. I mean, that I don't think all the time because that gets too heavy. But this bullshit of the uniforms and playing marching music. Really!"
Silence.
Scott was glad she got it all out of her system. She was young and new at the university and was beginning to use her mind for the first time in her young life. Most women went through some kind of rebellion. Anyway, that had been his experience from dating freshmen.
The captains of the two football teams walked to the center of the field, shook hands, then said something to the referee. They stood back when the referee flipped, a coin.
C W.U. won the toss!
The game got underway and it was a good one. Big Cheese was a good football player, Yvette surmised, after watching a quarter of play. He definitely had possibilities as a football player. He would probably be boring to make love to, because of his ego. But she would soon find out.
As the game progressed, her mind turned to other things.
Sex.
She liked Scott and would love to make love to him. She would make him feel better than he had ever felt in his whole life.
If she got the chance.
She would have the chance, she told herself. He was a neat guy and she wanted to ball him. Where there was a will, there was a way.
After the first half of the game, the temperature turned much colder. Yvette snuggled up in the blanket and got as close to Scott as she could. His body was warm and nice.
With everyone's attention on football, Yvette got a marvelous idea. She reached under the blanket and put her hand on Scott's leg. He looked at her with a smile on his face and she began to squeeze his thigh, then move her hand up towards his crotch.
Scott looked at her with a seriousness on his face he seldom used. He wanted this woman and she wanted him and the only thing keeping them apart was that big lug out on the football field, (who had just run for another touchdown).
Yvette's clever fingers found his hardon and wrapped themselves around the thick meat. She began to squeeze the stiff muscle as she watched the game, innocent of what was going on. She looked at Scott, who's eyes were wide with anxiety, as she continued to milk the stiff prick back and forth while it still remained in his trousers.
The next time the C W.U. team scored and everyone stood up to cheer, Scott and Yvette remained seated with her hand on his cock. They were both content to yell, make believe they were interested in the total game, but both knew better. Her hand on his cock was much more important than any football game could ever be.
Scott leaned down to Yvette and kissed her in the ear. She winced, delightfully and looked up at Scott, then opened her mouth and moved up to kiss him.
"Oh, not now!" he said, pulling away, as he looked around at the others that were possibly watching them.
"Oh, not now, bullshit!" she said, grabbing his cock with her strong hand. She began to milk it faster, knowing that it was driving Scott wild.
"I have an idea," Yvette said, letting go of his tight prick. She moved her hand up to his belt buckle and unbuckled the thick metal. Her clever hands went to the top button on his trousers and she quickly unfastened it. Finding the tiny metal tip that pulled his zipper down, she pulled the small monster over wrinkles and bumps, until it was all the way down.
"Yvette! You're crazy!" Scott said, his eyes wide with aniticipation. "If we get caught, they'll throw us in jail!"
"Yes," she said, her face turned up to his with a big smile. "If they know what we're doing." She slipped her hand inside his shorts and grabbed his thick tool and pulled it outside of his trousers. It felt warm to her hand as she began to slowly masturbate the man she wanted to be with more than the one waiting for her. She would have loved to lean down and suck his prick, but that wouldn't be cool. She would have to be content to masturbate him and he would hopefully come into her hand.
The roar of the crowd was deafening as the game continued. Yvette had Scott's prick in her hand and was going to town, milking the hard prick with her warm hands while she stole glances at him to catch his expression. It was priceless to watch his face as the amorous activities continued. Scott obviously didn't do this sort of thing often and he was both frightened and excited at the same time. He kept glancing around, hoping that the F B.I, wasn't watching. Each time he looked at the surrounding crowd, noone even noticed that he was there.
Yvette could feel her pussy grow warm and wet as she continued the amorous activity. Her hand was the same temperature as Scott's prick and she moved it adroitly up and down and from side to side as she felt he would enjoy. She kept close to his body, with her legs touching his and their hips together because it was turning her on almost beyond belief just to masturbate Scott. She kept wanting to lean down and take this cock in her mouth and suck all the come from his body, and this thought excited her even more.
When she looked up into his eyes, hers reflected how much love and pleasure she was offering and how much she longed to make love to him when the circumstances were apropos. Her mouth was partially open and wet and ready. If they could only be alone.
Scott couldn't sit still and neither did he want to. His whole body tingled with sexual excitement as Yvette continued to milk his prick with the warmest, most gentle hands, he had ever encountered. He moved slowly from side to side, let-. ting-his buttocks shift from one side of the pillow to the other. When he moved, Yvette followed the action, never missing a stroke and adding to the pleasure by anticipating his body movements and tugging gently in the opposite direction.
"Ohhh, mmmnnn," Scott reacted, sighing and moaning together. He wanted a release so badly it began to hurt in his testicles, but didn't quite know how to handle this one. How could he come and not let everyone know he was going out of his fucking mind ... all at the same time?
He couldn't. He just couldn't.
Yes he could.
Yvette's hand grew steadily more aggressive arid stronger the more she pumped at the delicate organ. Her fingers gripped the six-inch cock and worked the loose skin back and forth against the hard muscle underneath, thrilling Scott with each touch.
The strong prick stood proudly, enjoying the attention it received from the most talented hand it had met yet, Scott didn't know how much longer he could take it, but he couldn't relax enough to really let go and have an orgasm. The longer she played with his dong, the more excited he became, yet it wasn't enough stimulation in the right places to make him come.
It was a ridiculous situation.
"Why don't you act like you dropped something or found something on the ground and let me come in your mouth," Scott said, his breathing coming in quick, short breaths. His heart was beating against his ribcage and almost causing him pain from all the sexual excitement. He wanted to come so badly he could scream!
"I can't do that, love," Yvette said, looking around. There are people watching us. I think they suspect what's going on and I can't do that. I'd like to though." She kissed him in the ear and let her warm tongue slosh around in the lobe, teasing Scott even more. It was exciting to her also to push a man to this sexual extreme. She felt proud because it was her efforts that had sent him to this sensual paradise.
"You have to do something!" Scott almost screamed. His body moved back and forth, approaching release, but it wasn't quite ready yet.
"I am doing something!" Yvette protested. "Do you want me to stop?"
"OH NO! Oh, my god! Don't stop!" Scott tried to control his emotions, but they had lost contact with him long ago.
Now, it was a matter of reaching orgasm, or he felt he might explode with frustrration.
"Big Cheese ran for another touchdown!" Yvette screamed, squeezed his cock as-hard as she could and plunged her hand down, then back-up, down, then back up. She could imagine what was going on in Scott's mind with so much happening all around him.
Everyone stood and cheered.
Yvette dropped to her knees, her head went quickly under the blanket and she engulfed Scott's whole prick in her mouth and down her throat. She sucked like never before as she felt his hard prick stiffen even more and explode in her mouth. The hot jissm gushed down her throat as she kept his cock in her mouth, shoved to the hilt. She almost gagged, so much hot come spewed into her mouth, but she swallowed, then sucked the last from his pulsating organ, and found herself looking for something on the ground that she had dropped.
"Is this it?" Yvette asked, holding a dime for Scott to see, after she emerged from beneath the blanket. She looked around and saw everyone jumping up and down, yelling their throats hoarse, while she put the blanket back on Scott's lap.
"You found it!" Scott said, his eyes wide from the orgasm and excitement. He took the money from Yvette and put it in his shirt pocket, then began to get his trousers straight.
"We won the game!" Yvette said, putting her right arm around Scott and hugging him. "We won!"
Scott only nodded, as he watched the most beautiful face he had been with on the C W.U. campus, smile up at him. He had won, and that was for sure!
"The score is, Scott, one, Yvette, zero," she said, looking up at him with longing eyes. She tried to reflect how she felt inside without saying it.
"I scored tonight, but the next time is for Yvette. I promise."
"You owe me," she said, reaching back under the cover and squeezing his prick.
"I sure do!" Scott said, standing with all the rest of the football fans. "And I can't wait for you to get even! Come on, let's go take you to meet your heavy date for the evening ... Big Shot."
"Shit!" Yvette hissed, following Scott through the maze of fans that were slowly exiting the stadium. Now, the real drudgery began for her.
The people were polite, considering the cramped circumstances, Yvette thought as they turtle-walked from the rows of seats to the exit. When they reached the outside, Scott knew where to go and led them against the rest of the out-going crowds to where the players changed, then exited.
They stood outside after most of the crowd had gone, still waiting.
"Maybe he won't make it. Let's go," Yvette said, taking Scott by the hand and trying to pull him away from the players' exit.
"No. He'll make it. Just relax. He has to shower, you know."
Yvette shrugged. "I suppose so." She wished she could go home, or somewhere with Scott and finish what they had started earlier, but it was too late. She could hear Big Shot loud mouth leaving the dressing room and announcing his greeting for the evening.
"Hi, honey," he bellowed, putting his arm around Yvette, as though they were steady lovers. "How you been?" He completely ignored Scott, as he swooped her away from him and they went in another direction toward the parked car area.
"Scott!" Yvette called back, but he only stood there, looking, as Big Shot swept her away with him toward his car. "Can't Scott go with us?"
"Honey, what I got in mind for you, ain't nobody welcome. How'dcha like the game?"
"You mean, Scott isn't going with us?" She tried ignoring the obvious that she had been dreading all evening.
"Hell no, he isn't!"
Yvette looked back and tried to pull away from Big Shot to wave goodbye, but he was too powerful for her and pulled her toward his Ford Thunder-bird.
"How do you like my car?" Big Shot asked, opening the door for Yvette.
"Nice."
"We're gonna have a good time tonight, baby. Tell me, how'd you like the game?"
Silence.
"Did you see me run that fifty yards the first half for a touchdown?"
Yvette nodded.
"How 'bout the pass I caught and ran for thirty yards. Did you see that? Boy! Did I have to scamper to get away from them seven guys. Did you see how I side-stepped everyone of them, all the way to the goal line? Boy! What a game!"
Silence.
"You know, you're a lucky woman to be going out with me tonight. Why, I made four touchdowns, more than most backs make all year. And do you realize that you're out with me! Whoopee!"
Yvette looked at the player with contempt. She smiled faintly and wished she could tell him how she really felt.
Maybe she would before the night was over.
Big Shot started his large car and sped from the parking area, his tires screeching. He drove aggressively all the way to the Disco Den, which wasn't too far from campus. His tires made an annoying noise once more when he stopped in the parking lot.
"Some car, huh?" Big Shot asked, looking at her for some sort of approval.
"It's big," Yvette said, looking around nonchalantly. "And it's nice, I guess."
"What do you mean, 'I guess'?" Big Shot wasn't used to anyone talking to him the way Yvette just did. Most people were overly nice to the campus hero ... for obvious reasons.
"I don't like big cars," she said, then remained silent. She didn't care what he thought of her, or her opinions. She wished she were still with Scott making wild, crazy love. But, she was stuck with the campus hero and it still might turn out to be some fun. She hoped so, anyway.
"I have some grass. Like to smoke it?" Big Shot asked, holding a joint in front of Yvette's eyes. His lascivious grin reflected what he had on his mind.
"I don't mind," Yvette said, nodding her approval.
Big Shot lit the marijuana cigarette and handed it to Yvette.
"Aren't you gonna take a poke first?" she asked, leary of what she was getting. If he didn't even take a drag, then it might be some sort of 'knock-out' drug that could do her in.
"Oh, sure," he said, taking a small puff and handing the joint to Yvette.
Yvette observed that he didn't even know how to inhale and press the smoke in his lungs. He blew it out like a cigarette smoker who had just learned to smoke.
Yvette knew how to get the most from a joint, but she wasn't in the mood to teach Big Shot anything. Fuck him, let him learn for himself, she thought, as she took a deep pull on the cigarette and let the smoke linger in her compressed lungs. It was good stuff, she could tell by the way it felt in her mouth and lungs. Someone had probably given the stuff to Big Shot because of his popularity on campus. The big lug didn't even realize that it was potent stuff and proably cost a fortune.
"It's good," Yvette said, handing the joint back to Big Cheese. "Where'd you get it?"
"Oh, I bought it in L A." Big Shot lied. He was trying to be a man of the world and it was hard for him, because his only true role was on the football field, doing what he could do best.
Yvette could feel her head spin. She felt relaxed all over, and for the time being, Big Shot wasn't annoying her. In fact, he was starting to get sort of cute. He had nice looks, he just didn't know how to carry himself or act around women. He was so into his own thing, he didn't realize that there was more going on in life than a football hero.
I'll fuck the shit outa her, Big Shot thought to himself, as he watched Yvette slowly unwind. He had given women pot before and it always worked for him. They became relaxed, then he could jump on them without any bullshit. He didn't like a tot of foreplay ... it bored him to be so goddamn nice. He wanted to fuck and get it-over with, then he could hang out with the guys arid talk about his amorous adventures.
Tonight he had a hundred dollar bet that he would get into Yvette's pants before the night was over ... and it looked like he would be getting there soon, the way she was reacting to the powerful pot.
But Yvette had other plans.
She knew the big lug was out to lay her and was going to go along with him for a while, then see what happened. She felt him move all over her, kissing her neck and reaching for her beautiful breasts.
"Hey, easy, Big Shot," she complained. "Rome wasn't built in a day."
Big Shot ignored her. He kept on kissing, pawing at her and grabbing for any flesh he could, that wasn't being protected by Yvette. He put his hand on her leg and moved it up quickly to her crotch, just as she sat up straight, shoving his hand away with her movement.
"Oh, come on!" he complained. "I thought you liked me and we could have some real fun." His eyes looked sad, like a dog's can look when they want sympathy.
"Big Shot, you don't get it, do you? You're a big fucking hero on campus, but to me, you're Jack Shit! You don't even know how to romance a lady, so that she can get a little something out of all this, do you? You just leap in, like it was a dog pile and grab what ever there is to grab. You're so insensitive, you make me sick." She hesitated, then put the real clencher on his ego. "I'll bet you even have a little, short cock. You do, don't you?"
Big Shot turned red, then white hot all over. He didn't know whether to hit, or rape. He had never been talked to like this before and didn't quite know how to handle such gaul.
Yvette recognized his mixed emotions and decided to really push him up against the wall. "I hit it right on the button, didn't I? You have a short prick. Ha! Ha! Ha!" she laughed in his face. "Let me see it Big Shot! Let me see your little dick! Come on, don't be afraid. I won't tell everyone on
Chapter Eight
"It's all over campus that Big Shot has a tiny pecker. Come on! Let me see it! You chicken!"
Big Shot turned red again. The frustrations showed all over his body. His hands turned cold. His heart began to pound unnecssarily in his chest and he could feel his prick shrink between his legs. He couldn't believe this woman! She had done him in with only words!
"You gonna let me see your little pecker?" Yvette teased, putting her hand on his leg. "Come on, let mommy see your penis to see if it's clean. Mommy will make it all better."
Big Shot's emotions locked all at once. He could neither move, think or function. This woman had done him in and he didn't know how to handle what he felt inside. He wanted to crawl away someplace, but if he did that, he would be admitting to her and to everyone she told on campus ... that he did have a little prick! God, how awful! What would he do? How would he act now?
What would he do next?
"Punt" Yvette said, reading his mind. "Or try an end run. Either one will get you out of the spot you're in right now."
"What?" Big Shot said, suddenly coming back to life. The football jargon brought him back to reality and he looked at he, r questioningly. "What you talkin"bout?"
"You don't know quite how to get out of this one, do you? Gonna show me your cock? Gotta see it before anything happens."
Big Shot fidgeted in the driver's seat, still not knowing how to handle Yvette's openness.
"Come on. I'll help you get it out," she said, reaching for his crotch. She grabbed him by the balls and squeezed them, trying to shake him up even more.
It worked.
"NO! Don't grab my privates!"
"Your PRIVATES! Why, you cheap phony! You've been trying to ball me ever since we first met, and now that you have the chance to, you don't know what the fuck to do!" She began to laugh, with her hand still on his crotch. She fingered his testicles, then moved up to his soft prick and grabbed it and squeezed it hard. "That it? That the little fellow?"
"Goddamn right it is!" Big Shot said, unzipping his fly. He pulled out his limp penis and held it with his large hand. It was completely hidden behind his large fist, but he began to masturbate himself, hoping it would harden. "I'm not ashamed of my meat ... no-sir-ree-bob," he said, jerking himself off in the driver's side of the car.
"I promised myself that I wouldn't laugh, but this is too much!" Yvette said, watching the campus hero play with himself. She held her mouth to keep from laughing, because at this point it was funny and she didn't like to make fun when it was unnecessary. Big Cheese had been hurt enough and now she wanted to turn things around.
Big Shot looked at her with baby eyes, pulling on his prick until it hurt. He couldn't get anything happening and he felt worse at that moment than he had ever felt in his life. This was the most traumatic moment of his whole existance!
"Tell you what, Big Shot," Yvette said, moving toward the door. She leaned against it, then spread her legs. "Want to eat some pussy?"
Big Shot let go of his small prick and stared at the beautiful body just waiting for his mouth. It began to water as he started to lean down.
"Wait," she said, taking off all her clothing from the waist down. "Now," she said, watching the giant hulk of a man move in between her legs and stare at her pussy. "Go ahead. You know how, don't you?"
Big Shot felt that this was his chance to redeem himself. He did have a short cock, but to him, he was a hell of a lover and was now going to prove it. It had been beneath him before to go down on a woman, but under the circumstances, if he didn't, he would be a disgrace to himself and to everyone else who might hear this macabre story.
Yvette watched as the big man nosed his way in between her legs and to her pussy. It was a kick for her watching the most famous man on campus stumble about, looking for the right place to begin eating her cunt. She hoped that she wouldn't have to show him how; That would really be disheartening.
Eating pussy had always been a secret curiosity of Big Shot's that he had never allowed himself to indulge in before. He had often wondered what it would be like to go down there and lick and kiss that smelly hole ... and now he was about to satisfy that curiosity once and for all. He was a little frightened at what to expect, but the closer he got to those ugly lips, the more excited he became. The pubic hair tickled his nose as he approached those forbidden lips. When he reached out his tongue, like the guys in the locker room had spoken about, he felt a tingle go up his spine as his lips and tongue brushed past the furry patch of hair and right onto the slippery mounds of cunt lips that greeted him.
Yvette decided to enjoy this experience, no matter what happened. She couldn't stand the man who was making love to her, but under the circumstances, it was exciting to have the Big Shot on campus eating her pussy. She could tell that he knew nothing of a woman's anatomy, the way he was fumbling around in her crotch, but it was fun anyway, because he did happen to hit a few sensitive spots, in spite of his inadequacies.
"Once you get past the smell, you've got it licked," Big Shot remembered the guys saying in the locker room ... and they were right. It was great, once he had gotten past that closed in smell of her crotch. It wasn't such a bad smell, in fact, once he tasted the succulent meat inside. His tongue acted as his prick and, in fact was about the same size. He prodded it inward, licking and shoving past the wet pussy lips and he knew he was giving her a big thrill.
"You're in the wrong spot," Yvette said, moving his head up toward her clitoris. She placed his face in the right spot, then said, "That's where it is." She figured that that was enough explanation.
And it was!
Big Shot suddenly got it that a woman's erotic area was in one area, not in the large hole where she fucked. The tiny little prick at the top of her cunt was where she got all her pleasure. This wasn't something he had just figured out. It was from much locker room talk about sex and what women liked and didn't like. Big Shot felt like the lover of all times when he flicked the hard little organ and he heard Yvette moan for the first time, instead of complain.
"Oh, Big Shot!" Yvette said, when the big lug finally concentrated on her sensitive area and began to do what she had wanted all along. "That's it! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted, shoving her crotch into his face. He had a tongue as strong as his back and when it touched her clit, it almost drove her wild! She pushed against his face repeatedly, as the excitement built and grew more intense in her own body.
She had expected the whole evening to be a disaster, but it was turning into an unexpected pleasure. Yvette knew that the right words would encourage Big Shot to do an excellent job. She said, seductively, "That's it honey, eat my box! You're doing great. Eat it, baby! Eat it!"
Big Shot dived into the hair pie more voraciously than ever. His whole face was covered with pussy juice and he loved the way the thick, wet cunt lips grabbed at his face and mouth as he licked and sucked on her pussy. There was no smell anymore. It was all an exciting sexual adventure he was experiencing, and he was wondering why in the hell he hadn't tried it before! IT WAS GREAT!!!!!
Yvette forgot her personal vendetta she was having with Big Shot and really got into having her pussy eaten. She had her eyes closed as she rode the hard-licking tongue that darted in and out of her quivering hole.
At this point it seemed that Big Shot could do no wrong. Everywhere he probbed with his tongue and mouth was the most fantastic area to have caressed, Yvette thought, as she rode his face and let the campus hero give her pleasure. She felt an orgasm approaching and readied herself for the erotic event. She locked her legs around Big Shot's head and hung on for dear life!
"Oh! FUCK! Oh, OHOHOOOOOOO!" she cried, driving her crotch into his strong face. She could feel Big Shot's tongue go wild as he doubled the motion from before. He was licking and flicking her clitoris like she had never had done before ... not with that much energy, anyway, and it sent a good feel all over her whole body. Most lovers had more finesse, but at least he wasn't hurting her. It did feel good and her orgasm was on its way!!!!!!!!!
"MMMNnnnnnffffff!!!!!" Yvette mumbled and moaned, as the gigantic climax exploded in her crotch, sending tiny eruptions all over her tingling nervous system throughout her body. Her toes suddenly began to curl as the orgasm sent pleasure through her that she hadn't really expected from the big hulk. It suddenly dawned on her, as she lay there, enjoying the heighth of all thrills, that once she got going and made love, it didn't really matter who it was giving her the pleasure after a certain point. With her eyes closed, it could have been Donny Osmond, or even Marie, for that matter. Once she reached that certain sexual intensity, it could have been anyoae giving her the pleasure ... it just didn't matter.
After a few moments of extreme pleasure, Yvette relaxed and lay back, completely satisfied ... for the moment. She pushed Big Shot's face away and moved, so that she could close her legs.
"I'll bet you liked that, huh?" Big Shot said, wiping his face as he moved back up behind the steering wheel of his large car. He had the look of a small child that had done something he thought was wonderful and wanted adult approval.
"It was all right, but you have a lot to learn."
"What do you mean, a lot to learn?"
"You have to learn to be more gentle, not take a woman like she was a piece of shit, or a rag, when you make love to her. She's a lady, so be a gentleman, that's all," Yvette said, being as truthful as she knew how to be.
"Didn't I treat you like a lady? Come on! I know how to handle women. I've been around a little, lady."
"Yes, you have, I can tell that. You asked for criticism and I gave it to you. Come on, let's go inside before we start to argue," she said, putting on her clothes. She took the initiative and opened her door and started to the entrance of the Disco Den. It would be good to get inside with others and not be alone too long with the campus creep.
The Disco Den was jumping. It seemed like everyone she had ever seen on campus was there, dancing and having a good time. Scott sat in one corner with some girl whom she didn't know. They nodded a polite greeting when they went past on the way to the center of the dance floor.
Big Shot held his head high as he squared off, then began to go into his disco act. He moved around, jerking his head and twisting his body to the rhythm of the music. Yvette did her own thing and between the two, they managed to look like they were dancing.
"Hey, there's Big Shot! Yeaaaahhhhh!" a fan yelled, dancing by the handsome couple. "You sure showed 'em tonight. Four touchdowns! That's great, Big Shot!"
Big Shot nodded with a cool look on his face. He was being 'bitchin' and was carrying the hero part to the hilt. Every nerve in his body tingled when others looked at him and acknowledged his presense. He had just made four touchdowns to help win the opening football game of the season and had just eaten his first juicy pussy and he was seventeen feet tall to all the others around him.
After the music stopped, Big Shot was surrounded with loyal admirers. They all had individual questions about the game and he took his time explaining answers to each fan.
Yvette enjoyed being a part of the hero's circle and stood proudly with the man she had insulted just a few minutes ago. Now, she tolerated his ego and liked being a part of the aftermath of something that had been important to her peers, the other college students. There were some class mates who came up to her and commented on what a good game Big Shot had played. She felt phony for a while, playing the part of the campus hero's girl, but after all, for now she was, so she enjoyed the flattery that she also received.
"Want something to drink" Big Shot asked, when the crowd of admirers thinned out.
"Sure. Let's go find a place to sit down. I'm thirsty. After all the activity, and I do mean, activity, it makes me thirsty."
Big Shot laughed a knowing laugh and escorted her to the edge of the dance floor where there were tables and chairs. Along the walls were booths, but were all full. The crowds after campus games of any kind, always seemed to come to the Disco Den. It had become a popular hangout for the college crowd and it was the place to be after any sporting event.
The disco band didn't let the people rest for long. They let the crowd mingle for a few moments, while they re-tuned their instruments, then the leader kicked off another tune. The crowd began to slowly fill the floor once again as the loud music rocked the walls. All the heads on the floor began to bob up and down as they got in rhythm with the driving disco beat. It was a good band and they worked there every Friday and Saturday night. Most of the players in the band were college students, picking up extra money on the side.
"Wanta dance again?" Big Shot asked, when they found a table.
"I want to order something first," Yvette said, sitting down.
"Sure. Anything you want," Big Shot said, looking around for more compliments. He continued to nod hellos to people who admired him and was eating up the compliments like needed food. He finally sat down and looked around for a waitress, who came almost immediately.
"Milk for me. I don't know what the little lady is having," Big Shot said.
"A Coke," Yvette said.
The waitress took the orders, then left quickly for the service bar at the end of the regular bar. The house was full of eager students, all looking for a good time and more excitement. School drained them during the week of most of their energies, but they seemed to muster up the rest to enjoy the weekends.
When the waitress brought back the drinks, Big Shot paid, then they sat for a few moments, enjoying the refreshing liquids. They watched the others around them having fun and it was a good feeling to be a part of all the activity.
"May we join you?" a voice asked from behind. It was familiar to Yvette. She turned to face Scott and his girlfriend.
"I'd love it, myself," Yvette said, motioning for them to sit down.
Big Shot looked up sharply, then smiled. "Sure. Sit down. We'll have a party." His smile broadened when he saw the attractive girl that Scott had with him. She was a tall brunette with large breasts and good figure. She had a pretty mouth and long pretty hair. He liked what he saw and wondered how Scott seemed to come up with all the attractive ones.
"Meet Cathy. She's in one of my classes with me," Scott said, sitting down next to Yvette. Cathy sat next to Scott and Big Shot and smiled as everyone was introduced around the table.
"Wanta dance?" Big Shot asked Cathy. He couldn't keep his eyes off her large breasts and it was obvious what he had on his mind. "Well, you don't mind do you, Scott?"
"Not at all. In fact, be my guest," Scott gestured with his hand toward the pretty lady. "I'll try and entertain myself while you two dance, with Yvette." He looked, into her eyes and anyone could read what he felt inside. He wanted more from her than just a hand job at the football game. He wanted to get in her pants and really make love to the prettiest girl he had seen on C W.U. campus. Inside, he knew that he would make love to her. It was only a matter of time and circumstances. It seemed like Big Shot was always the one who kept them apart. If he could only get rid of him, then he knew he'd score for sure.
"Do you want to dance?" Scott asked Yvette. He put his hand on her arm and felt the electricity from her begin to turn him on. She had the most unusual physical attributes of any woman he had ever met.
"I'd rather just sit and watch the zoo," she said, looking out at the people wiggle and dance. "Disco, disco. I wonder what the next craze will be. Probably Brazilian music, or maybe even oriental music."
"Do you like music?" Scott asked.
Yvette replied, "Yes, most of it. Some of it makes me nervous, and others puts me to sleep. I like most of it though."
Cathy stormed back to the table. Her face was red and she was obviously troubled.
"Your friend just grabbed my breasts while we were dancing."
"Oh, no," Scott said, standing. He walked out on the dance floor where Big Shot stood, talking to two fans. He was laughing and talking about the incident.
"I touch this chick's tits and she splits on me. What a creep! What a fucking creep. What does she mean, I can't touch her tits! Bullshit!"
"Come on, Big Shot," Scott said, taking his arm. "What'd you have to go and do that for? Now, she's all pissed off and it looks like you've ruined my evening. Thanks, pal."
Chapter Nine
"She's a dumb broad, that's what she is. Doesn't she know who I am?" Big Shot stopped on the dance floor and looked at Scott. Confusion showing in his face.
"Does it matter who you are? You grab a girls tits and expect her to like it? Right here in front of everyone! You've got to be kidding!"
"Well," Big Shot mumbled, and followed Scott back to the table.
"Big Shot says he's sorry," Scott said, when they got back to where the girls waited for them.
"I didn't hear him say it," Yvette said, looking sharply at her date for the evening.
"Oh, come on. Let's have a good time," Scott said, smiling. "Let's all dance."
"I have to go home. I have to be in bed by midnight," Big Shot said, standing. He went behind Yvette's chair and waited for her to stand.
"Good night," she said, looking up at her date.
"What do you mean, 'good night'?" Big Shot said, anger flaring in his face.
"I said, good night. I don't have to be in bed by midnight, not by a long shot. I'll ride home with Scott and Cathy. See you around, Big Shot."
"I brought you here and I'm takin' you home. Nobody walks out on Big Shot. Nobody!"
"I'm not walking out on you. You're walking out on me. Look at it that way."
"Let's go!"
To avoid a scene, Yvette said, "All right, Big Shot. Have it your way." To Scott and Cathy she said, "I'll see you back here in about half an hour. Save my seat." With that, she turned and walked toward the door.
"You're not comin' back here. Not on your life!" Big Shot screamed, as he followed the pretty lady. "Everybody's seen you with me and you're not coming back here. Not tonight, anyway!"
Yvette walked five feet ahead of the angered football hero and could feel peoples' eyes On her when she reached the door. It had been quite an experience dating the campus hero ... and it wasn't all over yet either.
Big Shot drove like a crazy man through the streets of the college city. He tried to talk to her but Yvette sat on her side staring out the window, saying nothing.
When they pulled up in front of Delta Gamma house, he cut off the engine and sat in silence for a few moments. Then he said, "I don't want you going back there tonight, is that clear? I'll not have people saying that my girl went back out on me when I took her home."
"I'm not your girl, big man, and I don't ever intend to be. "I'll go where I fucking please and you nor any other man or woman will ever tell me otherwise. Now, goodnight!" She opened the door and got out and slammed it, then walked briskly up to her sorority house and entered. She didn't look back.
"Shit!" Big Shot hissed, as he sat, waiting to see whether or not she would come back out.
"Did you enjoy the game?" Mrs. Quamsly asked, when she saw Yvette enter the house.
"Yes. It was a good game. I'm going back out to meet some friends. I won't be too long." Yvette explained, going upstairs to her room.
"The house rules are, that you cannot go back out after midnight alone," Mrs. Quamsly said, using her most efficient voice and manner.
"Oh, shit," Yvette said, stopping on the stairs. "Really?"
"I'm afraid so. Sorry." She stood watching Yvette until the yuong student turned and went up to her room.
Yvette stopped and asked, "I can still call out, can't I."
"Oh, sure. You can make calls anytime you like. It's your phone, you know."
Yvette turned and ran quickly to her room and dialed the Disco Den. She asked for Scott and he was soon on the other end of the line.
"I can't leave, but I have a terrific idea," Yvette said, excitement welling up inside her pretty body. "Why don't you and Cathy come by here. I'll sneak you into my room and we'll have us a private party ... just the three of us."
Scott thought for a moment. He had done some crazy things on campus, but sneaking into a sorority house after midnight with two women?
"Of course!" he replied, He could also feel the same excitement inside that Yvette felt about doing something so daring. "We'll be there soon."
"Oh, make sure Big Shot isn't still sitting out in front. I don't want him to see you. No telling what that big jerk might do. Come around the side window. I'll be looking for you and I'll get you in somehow. We'll worry about that when you get here."
Yvette looked out a window in the front of the sorority house and saw Big Shot still sitting there. It might even be more fun to sneak Scott and Cathy into the house with him sitting there watching! She waited a few moments, then returned to her room. Her room was on the dark side near the alley and it would be easy to sneak someone into her room, if they could scale a wall!
Her eyes raced around her room. How could she help Scott and Cathy get up to the second story, without the obvious, of coming in through the door downstairs.
"I've got it!" she cried, picking up the edge of the sheet on her bed. "I'll tie this one to this one ... and let them climb the wall!" Excitement mounted inside her as she took the two sheets and tied them together. She opened her window and threw the two sheets outside and sure enough, they reached down far enough where a person could grab hold and scale the wall to her room.
"How exciting!" she said to herself, as she let the sheets dangle outside. She brought them in sharply, so as not to attract any unnecessary attention to passersby.
Big Shot was still there! He was determined not to let her get out of his sight and go back to the Disco Den and suffer the possibility of embarrassment. She contemplated taking him coffee and donuts, but that was a little too cold, even for her style.
When she went to her room she heard something outside. She went to the window and there stood Scott and Cathy looking up at her.
"Shhh!" Yvette said, opening the window. She threw out the sheets, which had been securely tied to the pipe under the window, "Climb on up!" Yvette whispered, watching Scott and Cathy as they crouched in the nearby darkness.
"You kidding?" Scott asked, looking up to her window.
"No. Grab hold and climb on up. What's the matter, you chicken?"
"Hell no, but I'm not Douglas Fairbanks Jr. either. That's a long ways."
"Want me to come down and show you how to do it?" Yvette teased.
"Hell no!"
"Then come on up. I'm waiting for you both.".
Scott took the sheet in his hands and began to scale the wall. "Hey, this is fun!" he said, walking up the side of the sorority house. He made it to her room in no time at all and Yvette helped him inside.
"Can you do it?" Yvette asked, looking down at Cathy.
"I can do it," she said, taking the sheet that Scott tossed back to her. She grabbed the line like a real pro and pulled herself up to the window and helped her own self inside.
"Wow!" Scott said, when she bounded into the room.
"I'm a gymnast," she said, simply, then pulled the sheet in after her and closed the window. "You did want it closed?"
"Yes," Yvette said, taking the sheet and unfastening the knot.
"If you undo that, how will we get outa here?" Scott asked, his eyes wide.
"We'll probably sneak you right out the front door, in the morning," Yvette answered, looking at him with a sexy stare. She finished the sheets, then put them back on the bed. "Now," she said, wondering what to do next. "What will the three daring devils do, now that we've accomplished that amazing feat?"
"We could study algebra," Scott said, moving over to the bed. He sat on the edge beside Yvette and looked at Cathy, who had seated herself in a chair. "Wanta join us?"
"Why not!" she said, walking to the bed. Her full figure was voluptuous and inviting to Scott, who watched her walk across the floor. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved about the room, then sat down on the other side of Scott.
"I have a terrific idea," Scott said, rising. "Why don't we all take our clothes off and look at each other!" To Yvette, he said, "There's not a chance that someone would come here this late and want to come in your room, is there?"
"There never has been yet. I think that's simply a marvelous idea. What about you, Cathy?"
"I'm game," she said, standing. She unfastened her blouse and let her large breasts fall forward, then she took it off and stood naked from the waist up. There were goose bumps on her large breasts and on her arms. She took off the rest of her clothes and stood naked, waiting. "Well?"
Scott looked at her and his prick shot forward like a bullet out of a gun. "Damn! Have you got a body!" He took off his shirt, then slipped out of his trousers and shorts. His hardon stood out like a dangling pole, all six inches of his cock.
Yvette took off her clothes and the three stood naked in the center of the room, beside the bed. She didn't quite know what to do, but figured things would work themselves out.
"Why don't we do Scott first. He looks like he could stand the most lovin' right now." She gently pushed Scott down on the edge of the bed, then knelt beside him. Yvette did the same on the other side of the bed.
"Ever done this sort of thing before?" Yvette asked, out of curiosity.
"No, but I watched a porno flick once with two chicks and a guy and this is what they did."
"Well, what do we do?" Yvette said, also on her knees, naked beside Scott.
"What comes naturally!" she said, then began to rub Scott's buttocks and legs as she moved close to his cock. She kissed his shoulder and arm, then moved in to his stomach and on down. When she reached his penis, she smiled, then began to lick her side of the long shaft while her other hand went between his legs and grabbed his testicles. Her tongue began flicking the sides of his cock while she fingered his balls, ever so gently.
Yvette got the drift and moved in from her side. She also rubbed his arm and kissed his shoulder, chest, then stomach and on down. When both women were on each side of his cock, they took turns licking and sucking on the sides, while their hands were busy fondling his testicles and rubbing his legs and buttocks.
"I'got him first," Cathy said, opening her large mouth and putting it over the crown. She twisted her head when her mouth touched his instrument and began to suck voraciously on the stiff prick. Yvette watched and let her hands continue to rub, tickle, stimulate the man that both women were determined to make happy.
"Oh hell!" Scott exclaimed, his eyes opening and closing very slowly. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him and he leaned back on his elbows, trying to relax and be cool, while the most fantastic thing that had ever happened to him in his young life was taking place before his very eyes. He watched Cathy as her thick lips moved up and down on his cock, sucking and moving, to make him a happy man.
It was working!
Yvette both watched and rubbed his side, kissing his leg and licking his butt while Cathy sucked on his cock. She was taking it all in as she watched Cathy show her expertise on Scott's prick. She had sucked on his cock before and it was fun watching another woman do what she liked to do to a man.
"Don't let him come yet," Yvette said, noticing how Scott was reacting. "I want to suck him too."
"Mmmmnnnnnnn!" Cathy moaned, her head rolling around in a circle, while she sucked on the throbbing instrument. She wasn't about to take the time to talk now. She was enjoying her job and was having as much fun as Scott, just sucking his prick. If he came, he came. There was always the second hardon, if both girls did their job.
Yvette was jealous and climbed down in between Scott's legs and found his testicles. She moved around so that when she held her head upward, his testicles hung down into her mouth and she began to suck on them while Cathy sucked his prick. She heard Scott let out a low moan and enjoyed it even more, knowing that he was digging on her efforts, as well as what Cathy was doing.
Scott couldn't believe what was happening to him! Two, count 'em, two women were both trying to give him head at the same time and it was almost too much to endure. The thought flashed across his mind, what would he do when he came after they gave him head and they wanted some action? Don't worry, he reminded himself. He could also give head and he would get another erection.
Right now was to enjoy. What a fantastic feeling, he reflected, to have two women doing such nice things for him. He began to feel guilty and wondered if he really deserved such royal treatment.
Of course he did! He reminded himself, as Cathy put his whole six inches into her mouth and sucked him, almost to orgasm.
"Let me do it awhile," Yvette said, moving back to his cock. She watched intently while Cathy sucked and made wild, seductive noises as she adroitly moved her head up and down on his shaft, sucking and thrilling Scott with every movement that she made.
She stopped suddenly and moved away, letting the thick cock slip from between her lips, "Go ahead," she said, smiling a little. "Have some fun." She immediately went down again, this time kissing him and licking his arms, while her hands rubbed his thighs and buttocks.
Yvette positioned herself beside Scott and got on her knees, so that she could reach his prick. She opened her mouth wide and was determined to outdo her previous competitor, Cathy, by sucking him to even greater heights. It was to be a contest of who could be the greatest cocksucker of the evening and Scott was to be the sole judge.
Yvette teasingly tickled his balls with her fingers, while her mouth engulfed his whole prick.
She sucked his cock while her head moved from side to side. The sides of his stiff prick rubbed against her lips and jaws and felt good as she continued to suck and move about to thrill herself and her lover. It felt good having a prick in her mouth to suck and she was determined to be the best there was. If practice would make her better, then she was putting in the time.
Scott stayed back on his elbows watching the circus that was taking place on his body. It was a sexual event that he would never forget and he was enjoying everything the two women could conjure up. He watched Yvette as she sucked his cock, working overtime to try and out-do Cathy. Cathy was a clever lover, though, not to be out-done by anyone and while Yvette sucked his prick, she put her large breasts into his face, almost smothering him while she begged him to 'suck them'!" This he did, with much satisfaction and with tits in his face and mouth and his prick being sucked, he lay back feeling like a proverbial king.
At that moment, he was!
"I want him to come all over my face," Cathy said to Yvette, who continued to suck and move about on his cock.
Yvette stopped. "I wanted him to come in my mouth."
"No, I want him to come on my face, like they did in that porno movie I saw."
"What a waste," Yvette said, lowering her head back to the throbbing instrument. She flicked the wet head with her tongue, then opened her mouth and took his whole cock down her throat as she sucked and sucked and sucked.
When it started to happen, Scott didn't quite know what to do. Should he tell Cathy and come all over her face? Or should he do what he wanted to and come down Yvette's pretty throat?
Decisions, decisions!
"Ohhhhh!" he announced, when the first pang of the orgasm hit his body. He jerked his hips forward and felt the sperm rush from his body.
Chapter Ten
Now!" Cathy cried, moving toward the gushing cock. "I want it on my face!" She pushed Yvette away and got under his cock like a shower as the hot fluid erupted onto her face like hot glue. 'That's it! OHHHH! AHHHH! Come on my face! Come on my face!"
It did turn Yvette on to see the sticky substance ejaculate all over Cathy's pretty face. There was something degrading about the whole thing, yet highly erotic to watch a man come on a woman's beautiful face. The watching was as exciting as the participating she thought as the last drops of Scotts come landed on her pretty lips. Cathy licked at them, then smeared the whole mess around her face and into her hair and eyes.
"I love it!" Cathy said, relishing the feel of hot come all over her face.
Scott watched with a smile on his face. This had never happened to him before and it probably never would agian. Two women practically fighting over his come and his prick!
It was just too much!
"And now," Cathy said, wiping the come from her face with Scott's hanky. "I think that since I got my request just now, that it is only fair that we do Yvette next, don't you?" She directed her talk to Scott.
"Oh, yes! Definitely!" Scott said, moving from his relaxed position.
"You lie there," Cathy said, smiling at Yvette. It seemed that there was no competition to Cathy, She loved any and all of the whole scene and wanted to now satisfy Yvette as both women had satisfied Scott.
Yvette got the message and she was ready! All the sexual buildup had made her exceptionally horny and she was ready for anything Scott and Cathy could muster up for her.
Cathy sat on one side of Yvette and motioned for Scott to sit on the other side, just as she and Yvette had done earlier.
Cathy leaned down and kissed Yvette's left breast, then began to suck on the nipple. Scott did the same on the other side, kissing, then sucking on her taut nipple. They both ran their fingers over her legs and arms, sending goose bumps over her whole body. Scott let his hand go between her legs and linger on her pubic hair, then his finger moved slowly back and forth and went into her pussy with no effort. He began to fuck her with his hand while he and Cathy sucked on her breasts.
Yvette was in heaven! She lay back and relaxed and let her two lovers do their thing, just as Scott had done a few moments earlier. She could see why Scott had enjoyed everything so much because it was a definite thrill just lying there while two people made such a fuss over her body.
She hunched her hips forward, encouraging Scott to fuck her harder with his fingers. He touched her clitoris and she jumped and moaned, grabbing his hand to hold it on the sensitive spot. She moved her hips forward and around in a circle to get the most from his probing fingers. It felt terrific to have her cunt massaaged and her tits sucked and her skin tickled and massaged by both a man and another woman.
When Scott leaned up and kissed her, she melted completely. His tongue pushed its way inside and she began to suck on it while he kissed her. His lips were soft, yet strong and moving as they continued a long, passionate kiss.
Cathy moved Scott's hand from Yvette's crotch, then got down on her knees and moved in between Yvette's legs. She kissed her knees and calves, then moved up to her thighs, licking and kissing her rubbery flesh. When she reached the furry patch, she nosed her way into the hairy nest and stuck out her tongue to taste the nectar inside. She was pleasantly surprised to find such a sweet-tasting pussy. It was delicious and reminded her of her own scent.
Cathy slipped her tongue inside and sloshed it around the way she liked having it done to herself. She had never gone down on another woman before, but who was the wiser? What Yvette and Scott didn't know wouldn't hurt them. She saw no reason to tell them she was a virgin in the bi-sexual department. She was sl virgin in that department ... but no longer, as she probed her tongue further and further into the pink pussy that moved under her expert touch.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Yvette grunted, as her hips moved in rhythm to Cathy's tongue. When Cathy licked upward, Yvette met the thrusts with the weight of her body, connecting beautifully each time.
When Cathy concentrated on her clitoris, Yvette moved her body in a figure eight, shoving her hips forward and breaking the previous rhythm. Now it was more of a concentrated effort on her clitoris, which was where all the pleasure was in the first place.
Cathy could tell that Yvette was about to come and began flicking her clitoris with her tongue, then putting the tiny prick-like organ in between her lips and sucking on it. She found that Yvette liked for her to flick the clit with her tongue better than the sucking method. It was interesting to her to be able to analyze what was going on because when someone was eating her box, all she could think about was how good it felt.
"Oh, my gawd!" Yvette said, then began to almost cry. She whimpered and moved her hips, shoving them into Cathy's face as her whole body exploded with a dynamic orgasm! She locked her legs around Cathy's head and held her tightly, knowing that the woman could scarcely breathe ... but she held her there any way because of the extreme pleasure the woman had given her. She could feel Scott sucking her breasts voracously as her orgasm erupted over and over. She tried to hold back her tongue but found it impossible. Everything felt so good and all at the same time, that she didn't care who heard her at that particular moment.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" she gasped, tears coming in between the gasps of excitement. Her whole body tingled with so much pleasure that she couldn't help but scream!
Scott became a little concerned and put a pillow over her mouth for her to yell into to silence the sound of her screams. He wasn't about to get caught in a sorority house making love to two women if he could help it. He held the pillow over her open mouth until the noise subsided, then took it away.
"Thanks, Scott. I'd have gotten us all thrown out of here, wouldn't I?" Yvette said, sleepily. Her eyes were half closed and she had the 'just fucked' look about her pretty face. Her skin was flush and her lips were slightly swollen and she felt good all over!
Everyone was silent for a few moments. Cathy moved away from Yvette's body and sat on the bed looking down at Yvette's sexy body.
"You are delightful to make love to," Cathy said, stroking Yvette's arm.
"Thanks," Yvette said, putting her hand on Cathy's arm. "I didn't realize that three people could have and give so much pure pleasure! Isn't it just great!"
"Yes, it's a lot of fun too." "It's your turn, too," Scott said, looking at Cathy. He loved the size of her breasts and solid hips. It would be a pleasure making love to such a sexy body ... and her turn was next!
"Since we're doing things we've never done before, I have a small request," Cathy said, looking at Scott. "I've never taken it behind before. Would you do that for me, please?" Her large pleading eyes blinked slowly when she spoke. She was more than ready with so much sexual buildup and would probably have more fun than anyone from having to wait for so long.
"You want it in the rear? Right?" Scott said, his prick moving forward once again. What a thing to ask a man! He would gladly fuck her in the ass ... any old time!
"Yes. Is that such a terrible thing to ask. I mean ... "
"Oh, no! Look," Scott said, using his most sincere voice, "we're all letting go tonight ... throwing our inhibitions to the wind, so whatever you want, just be my guest."
"That's how I felt," Cathy said, looking at Scott with her sexiest stare. "And now I want you to do that to me." She spoke in a seductive voice as she moved around on the bed. Yvette got out of her way and she fell face down on the bed with her butt facing him.
"Have any vaseline?" Scott said, preparing for the request. He had never balled a chick in the ass before and now was his chance. He had wanted to for a long time, but it wasn't very easy, going around asking women if they would like to get fucked in the ass. Most women frowned on that.
Until now!
Here he was getting ready to do what he had dreamed of doing ... and had been asked to do it!
"Yes, behind you over there in that drawer," Yvette said, pointing to a dresser.
Scott found it and opened the jar, put some on his finger and smeared it around the head of his prick. He had a full hardon now and was ready! He looked over at the bed and Cathy had raised her butt up in the air. What a vision of loveliness it was just waiting for him to fuck her in the ass!
Yvette lay on the bed next to Cathy. She was stroking her arm and watching. "There's not a lot for me to do this time. I think I'll just lay back and watch. It turns me on anyway."
"Be my guest," Cathy said, from her prone position. She was anxious to know how it felt with a big cock up her tight asshole, fucking her.
Scott moved across the room and got behind Cathy, straddling her legs. He moved up onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees, then leaned down on top of Cathy. Her soft skin touched his legs and stomach and felt good as he took his prick in his hand and guided it between her legs from behind. He found the tiny, raisin-like opening and nudged his prick against it. It didn't give at all. It was extremely tight. Common sense told him to work it open with his hand first and that is exactly what he began to do. He took some of the vaseline from his prick and massaged it into his middle finger. He then inserted it gently into Cathy's asshole. She squirmed when he got inside and he could tell she was going to enjoy the ass fucking because she was already enjoying his small finger.
"Feels good," Cathy said, moving her ass back and forth to feel the sides of her ass against his finger. "Just remember to take it easy."
"Oh, I will," Scott said, probing the finger deeper and deeper. He got it all the way in, then wiggled it around exploring the dark unknown. He could feel Cathy's ass muscle tighten on his finger and knew how great that would feel gripping his cock. He worked his finger in and out several times and noticed that Cathy began to relax more the longer he worked at the tight muscle.
"Oh, that really feels great!" Cathy said, backing into his moving hand. She loved the feel of the object in her ass and couldn't wait for that big six-inch prick to get in there and really do a job for her.
Scott knew what she was thinking and took out his hand and smeared the vaseline all over his prick. He got back up on top of her and found the small opening and pushed the head of his cock into her ass hole. It took some effort but he finally got--the head inside. He waited a little until she got used to the size of it, then moved forward, letting a little more to slip inside.
"Oh, you don't know how good that feels!" Cathy said, letting Scott make all the moves. She remained motionless while she felt the hard prick move inside her ass. She twitched her ass muscle and felt it grip the swollen cock and it made it feel even better when she squeezed her asshole on the hard cock.
Scott was in heaven. He couM feel the softness of her body beneath him against his own as he worked his prick deeper and deeper into her twitching asshole. When he moved forward, thrusting his rod inside, he could feel the rubbery-like flesh of her ass cheeks slap against his legs and stomach and it felt almost as good as his prick inside her tight ass muscle.
Cathy's ass was high in the air because she was on her knees. She raised herself up on her elbows and turned around to Scott and said, "Kiss me." Her partially open mouth waited patiently as she felt his prick ride in and out of her ass.
Scott leaned forward, filled his hands with her large breasts, then planted his mouth on hers and felt her thick lips against his when they kissed. He pushed his tongue inside and moved it past her teeth and against her own tongue. They held their tongues together for a while, moving slowly, enjoying the most intense sense of feel. Their mouths moved slowly as did their bodies that were connected sexually.
"I love your cock in my ass," Cathy said, sensuously. She looked up at Scott with a sex-filled stare that only a woman was experiencing what she was going through could give. "Fuck me, Scott. Fuckmel"
"Oh, God!" Yvette cried, her own hand fingering her asshole. She pushed past the tight opening with her long fingernails and went deep inside, finger-fucking herself in the ass while she watched Cathy take Scott's long, thick, prick. She wanted it next and couldn't wait for Cathy to finish. She asked Cathy, "How does it feel? Does it hurt?"
"Oh, honey!" Cathy cried, shoving her rearend into Scott's throbbing prick. "It feels the greatest! You'll have to try this one ... honest! Ohhh, Scooooootttt! Fuuuuuuuuccccckk mmmeeeeee!"
Scott grunted as he butt fucked the beautiful body under him. He had had some unusual sexual experiences before, but nothing like he was going through at the moment. He closed his eyes and could still see Cathy and Yvette fighting over his cock to suck him and now he was balling the hell out of a beautiful girl that he hardly knew!
Life was indeed strange and weird at times ...
And beautiful!
"Oh, Scott! OHHHHH!! SCOTTTT!!" Cathy yelled, riding his prick with her ass, almost shoving him off the bed. She wanted every inch of his cock inside her and she pushed his prick and his body against hers until she felt his pelvis bone against her appealing ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna come now!" Cathy panted, a definite seriousness to her voice. She pushed against Scott, then held. She could feel his hard cock in her ass all the way and she experienced one of the most pleasurable orgasms she had ever encountered. It came from her toes, like most of them did, but it was more explosive and longer lasting than the others. It was definitely connected with her clitoris, but the feeling was in her behind. She stiffened and let it happen.
Scott hung on and let her have her climax. He was about to come himself, but wanted to give Cathy all that she deserved. She had been overly generous to him and he wanted to let her have the best orgasm ever.
And she did!
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she kept repeating over and over as she rode the stiff prick in her behind. Finally, she relaxed and fell forward. It was all over.
Everyone in the room was silent for a few moments, then Yvette said, "I want you to do that to me."
Scott still hadn't come for the second time and was ready. He nodded to her, then slowly pulled his prick from Cathy's ass. He wiped it with his hanky, that had been left on top of the bed, then lay back beside Cathy and rested himself. His cock still as hard as a brick, it waved back and forth when he moved.
"Happy?" Scott asked, gently touching Cathy's shoulder.
She only nodded. Her closed eyes and the contented look on her face told the rest of the story.
Silence in the room for a full minute.
Yvette moved around Cathy's still form and got between Scott's legs. He looked up briefly to see what was going on, then lay back while he felt Yvette's lips encompass his cock. She was sucking him once more. Yvette wanted to keep his prick as hard as possible, because she was next in line for an ass fucking.
"Can you handle it now." She asked, letting the prick slide from her lips.
"Yeah, sure," Scott said, tired, but still ready to go. When a woman asked him that kind of question, he didn't want to keep her waiting too long. He sat up in bed and looked down at Yvette, who was still kissing the sides of his prick and licking his balls.
All of a sudden, Scott became tired. The physical activity and sexual contact made him feel almost exhausted. He never thought he would feel this way, especially when he had the opportunity to swing with two beautiful women, but he was tired.
Yvette climbed up on the bed with her ass held high in the air. Scott looked at it and remembered that that was the most beautiful ass he had ever seen in his life and if he couldn't fuck it now, he would never forgive himself.
His hardon now was constant. If a female lioness were to be in the room and want fucked, he could handle it. He moved over Cathy and on top of Yvette and began to work his way inside, holding his prick in his hand as he pushed forward.
Yvette had played with herself so long that she was ready for his large prick. She had relaxed the ass muscle enough and was mentally ready for the ass fucking of her young life.
Scott could feel his hard dick enter her body and sink deeply out of sight. That fantastic behind was now in front of him and he was fucking with all the glee of a happy madman! He put both hands on her cheeks and held on as she repeatedly moved her behind into him, sinking his shaft deeper with each thrust.
Yvette came first. She ground her ass as far into Scott as she could, then stopped while the orgasm swept from her toes, knees, pussy and into her ass. It gripped at the throbbing prick in her hot tight asshole and she screamed softly, almost sobbing once again as the pleasure almost overwhelmed her young body. She remained taut against Scott and could feel his cock move around against the walls of her rectum. The pleasure was so intense she almost passed out. Everything went white and all she could feel was the hardness of Scott's thick, hard prick in her ass, fucking her and fucking her.
"I'm gonna come!" Scott gasped, as the hot fluid spewed from his prick into her ass. He reached around and held onto her brests and could feel her backside against his body while he ejaculated into her fantastic asshole. Each jerk of his body brought more pleasure as he felt the remaining sperm in his balls shoot forward into Yvette's fantastic behind.
Silence.
After a few minutes of complete quiet, Cathy looked at Yvette and said, "See what I mean? Wasn't that the greatest fuck you ever had?"
Yvette nodded, then said, in a whisper, "Yes. It was beautiful. Much more pleasant than I had expected."
Silence.
Both women said, almost in unison, "Did you like that, Scott?"
Scott laughed, a low, gutteral laugh. "You kiddin'?"
Yvette sat up suddenly. She went and put on her robe, then said, "I wonder if Big Shot is still out there?" She left the room and went down the hall and looked out the windows, then returned. "He's still there! The big lug went to sleep in his car and he's still out front." She began to laugh and the others joined it.
"What a creep!" Cathy said, remembering how he had embarrassed her on the dance floor.
"Yeah, what a creep ... and what he missedl" Scott said, laughing.
"If he only knew!" Yvette said, then hugged Scott and Cathy at once. "It was all so much pleasure!"
