The study of sadomasochistic sexuality, which is becoming an increasingly important sphere in the galaxy of sex education, has been spurred on immensely by various trends and tools on the contemporary scene.
First, the very fact that there is a large sex education movement finally fermenting in the nation after the effects of the first real drive for freedom of sexual knowledge began in the Fifties and coalesced into the stunning events of the searing Sixties this very fact is the major reason why it is now not only possible but desirable to extend sex education into every facet and deviance of man's sexual totality. This means that sex education no longer consists of merely the birds-and-bees variety, and the "how to achieve a happy marriage" type manuals though these still play their part at various times and for various segments of the population.
Though there is still opposition from some quarters to all the things that are meant by "sex education" the plain fact is that real sex education is taking place on many levels and in many manners. Many programs of meaningful sex education in some parts of the nation are already in the realm of fait accompli.
Second, I would say that the new openness in sex education has created a desire indeed, a demand for new material on all the esoteric sex practices of human beings. The most hush-hush frowned-upon aspects of sexuality that were once not mentioned or merely whispered about are now, properly, fit subjects for study and evaluation. The quest for truth that has caught the imagination of contemporary man gives him a spirit of inquiry that does not flinch from any subject matter.
Third, in addition to the thought-trends I have discussed, new methods of sex education on various levels and for certain segments of the population-at-large have made it possible for masses of average aware-inquiring people to inquire and make themselves more aware of sexual information that previously resided mainly in the files of therapists and researchers. Of these methods, the case study type has proved especially fruitful and flexible.
The method has adapted itself to a series of innovative experiments. One of the most recent is a tool that has long been used by researchers and pollsters in other fields the breakdown into different segments of population, either by age, social and economic levels, gender, etc. The study of different groups in the context of their occupational or endeavor-fields has proved especially productive of insights.
This case study collection focuses on the incidence of sadomasochistic sexual problems in an area that is symbolically appropriate for the furtherance of sex education the citadels of all higher education, the campuses of the nation's colleges and universities.
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CASE HISTORY: "RITA"
A new twist to sex ... I sensed it the very moment I opened that door and saw Drake and Arnie standing there, clad only in jockstraps. That was also the time I decided on college.
Split moments of decision ... but a lot goes into them, constantly building up within you ... and I'll back up a little to explain, especially since I believe it is extremely important to my case history.
I was in my last year of high school and my brother Pete was in his second year of college. We had been damned close, especially since my old lady was forever swinging, dropping husband after husband. The only really groovy thing about our last stepfather her fourth husband was the fact that he was rich. Let me tell you, I mean loaded with loot! So that was why Pete was attending one of the more exclusive universities.
Okay, before the Drake and Arnie incident, I think I should tell you a little about my relationship with Pete. like I said, we were damned close for brother and sister I mean, we had been balling in bed since he was fourteen and I was twelve. Sick to you, maybe but we desperately needed each other. We were forever moving around, my old lady flitting from man to man, and other kids, especially the boys frightened me. I was safe with my big brother Pete, and that just had to extend to the sexual.
Beautiful sexual experimentation ... that was what I had during my early years of growing up with my big brother Pete. I mean, all the way from mutual masturbation to swinging in the wildest sixty-nine positions. Together, we could lock out all the fears and doubts about the outside world. We didn't need anyone else anyway, that's what I thought for the longest time. But Pete was very popular and a lot of girls liked him. I was jealous, hating to see him on a date with a girl. But you have to grow up, and it really hurt for me. I'll tell you what really hurt, was when I heard that Pete would be going away to college.
That summer ... it was as though I was fearfully counting the days until Pete would be gone. I really dreaded going back to high school knowing that he wouldn't be there, too. Big brother ... it had a very protective ring to it about the school ... I wondered how I would make it without him.
We were spending the summer vacation at a cottage down on the lake, my old lady and the two of us. My stepfather was tied up on business most of the time in the city and he was barely with us on the weekends.
It was a lonely period for me, and there was so much I couldn't seem to grasp. My old lady was drinking a lot more than usual and it was as though very little could satisfy her. She was cheating on her husband like crazy, and it was one of the few times I felt sorry for my stepfather. The old lady could be a real bitch like that, I was beginning to realize it. Yeah, and I liked her less and less for what I saw.
I guess for the average sexual case history it would be important to tell about the first time you got laid. Well, in my specific case, it must be important to tell you about the first time I got laid by an outsider. I mean, the first time other than my brother. I remember that very distinctly, especially the sowing of the S & M seeds within me.
Randy ... that was his name, and they had a summer cottage close to ours. I say "they" because he was with his mother and father and younger brother. The younger brother, Tommy, was my age and he was forever following me around, always wanting to do things with me.
"Tommy's got a crush on you!" my brother Pete teased me constantly, and I realized that he was trying to get me interested in other boys. "Why don't you go swimming with him?" my brother would get after me. Well, I'll tell you, the way I looked at it, my brother was trying to get rid of me. He had a girl his age further down the lakeside, and he was forever after her.
I was aware of one thing about Tommy that first part of our vacation out there his constant hard-on. He was my age, tall and gawky and he always looked as though he was about to explode out of his skintight dungarees, shorts or swimtrunks. Yeah, he always had the outline of imprisoned cock at his crotch, and he always looked as though he was suffering through it all.
Well, I wasn't about to take him out of his misery and there was something sadistic about how I would often lead him on, horsing around on the beach, and then cutting him right off. I would let him wrestle me, his skintight swimtrunks soaking wet and really accentuating the hardness of his cock. I would purposely let him rub all over me, his hands straying to my knockers, and then I would push him off me.
I was working out my own frustrations, since Pete was avoiding me, since he seemed t be trying to tell me that it wasn't right for us to keep swinging sexually together. I was fighting that change and I dug getting Tommy all hot and bothered and then letting him suffer through it all. I could just imagine him having to jerk off, and I was damned smug about it.
I'll tell you about the hot and muggy August day I finally got laid by my first guy other than my brother. It was barely noon and I could tell that my brother was anxious to take off by himself. My old lady was sleeping off a drunk up at the cottage, and I wasn't in the mood to have Tommy come around while I still had Pete to myself.
I was after my brother, fooling around with him in the water, forever grabbing at the snug jam-packed crotch of his swim trunks, trying to get him to take me off to a secluded spot. He was avoiding me, and it was as though he was trying to tell me that we had to stop swinging together. Well, it was easy for him, since there seemed to be a chick his age he really dug.
Tommy showed up on the scene and my brother Pete used it as an excuse to split. I knew damned well where he was going, the moment he headed up along the waterfront. That little redheaded bitch of his would be waiting for him, ready to offer him her pussy, I was damned annoyed and jealous about it all.
Now I remember the way I looked Tommy over, noting that he had an instant hard-on imprisoned at the crotch of his cut-off shorts. You could see it all, even the outline of his balls, and I made the mental measurement-comparison. I realized that he was hung just about as heavy as my big brother. I looked up at Tommy, that pained look on his face, catching him actually rubbing a hand hard at his bulging crotch. He was such a scrawny kid, tall and dangling all over the place, and that accentuated the bulging crotch of him all the more. I knew I couldn't keep leading him on and getting away with it. And, yeah, I did think of swinging with him but I kept thinking about all the mature sucking and fucking I had done with Pete, and the thought of an awkward fuck by Tommy was a step backward.
You need more and more to satisfy you ... I was beginning to realize that, so very early in my life. And I can now realize how that could have been the sowing of the seeds of S & M within me. Yeah, I know a lot of people in the bondage scene had parents or guardians who used to punish them constantly, and that was how they got to like the feel of leather and the infliction of pain and humiliation. Well, I didn't have that, since I had never been punished with a strap when I was young. My old lady well, she just didn't seem to give a damned about me, and maybe that was an even cruder form of punishment than getting the strap slashed across your buttocks.
I had reached that certain point, standing by the edge of the water, knowing that Tommy couldn't quite satisfy me. Yeah, and feeling so damned depressed that Pete had left me for his girlfriend. I could sense Tommy wanting to play with me, to give himself the opportunity to grasp and feel me up. I ran, shouting that I had to go back to the cottage that my old lady wanted me.
That was a big joke ... my old lady wanting me ... And I remember stopping short outside the cabin, those certain heavy sounds of breathing, the labored moans and groans coming to me loud and clear. I leaned up against the door, my line of sight angling over to the opened window.
"Give it to me give it to me!" my old lady chanted her greedy song, her hands solidly about the guy's broad bare back. I can still remember the nails clawing viciously into the firm flesh, seemingly in tune with her greedy cry: "Give it to me oh, hard ... hard!"
The strength in sex ... I can still remember my awareness to it, the way my old lady demanded so much of her lover, her legs wrapped up tight about the guy. The guy ... I could only see his back at first, his firm buttocks racing up and down, pistoning his prick in and out of my old lady's snatch. It had to be an enormously long cock, I knew that, even though I couldn't actually see it. He was taking the most unbelievably long strokes in and out of her, seemingly going back for feet, his cock never once disconnecting from her snatch. She was helping, riding right up there with him, but he'd have a long haul of that cock back out of her greedy pussy.
"Oh, Neal!" the old lady shrilled, digging her nails all the harder into his back, and I edged over closer to the opened window, getting one quick glance at the side of his face.
It was Tommy's father ... I realized that, though I had only seen him a few times at a distance. He was so solidly built, so muscular, and I was quickly aware of how scrawny Tommy looked in comparison. I did suddenly realize the comparison between the man humping all that steady cock to my old lady and Tommy's big brother, Randy. Randy was about to enter his last year of college, a potential football all-star. Randy had that rugged look about him, and the youth to go with it. I was pressing up against the outside of the cottage, recalling the one time I had really seen Randy in a snug pair of swimtrunks, the bulging front of him accentuated so fantastically. I was getting that moist feeling at the start of my pussy, the bottom of my bikini rubbing in hard at my loveslit. I didn't give a damned about my old lady screwing on the side, but I couldn't erase the fantasy that it was Randy pumping hard cock into something ... but I had not decided whit that "something" was. I could barely think of myself beneath the steady working cock, getting all turned-on, but then I had to tell myself that I really only cared to be with Pete.
But Pete was gone, looking for that girl up the lake, and I suddenly felt all alone and really confused.
The labored breathing and groans from my old lady were starting to drown out all my thoughts and I had to get out of there. I had to run, run as fast as I could. I didn't want to go back to the beach, I just didn't want to face Tommy. He was my age, but he suddenly seemed so childish, to unable to understand the madness taking place in the world about us. I could see the madness, but it was frightening and I couldn't really cope with it.
I was running, I remember that, up along a path leading to a hill, the shrubbery getting thicker and thicker. And I'll tell you what else I remember. I remember suddenly slapping myself. Yeah, hard across the face a number of times. Don't ask me why, but I blamed myself for seeing my old lady in action, getting her cock on the side. I always sensed she played like crazy, but I had never really been confronted by it. I stopped slapping my face, telling myself that was for going back to the cottage when I shouldn't have. Crazy, but your mind can work that way after a while.
I was running and I knew I had to go somewhere, anywhere ... And I remembered the clearing in the shrubbery, right at the top of the hill. I remembered how peaceful it was up there, especially the time I had been walking through it with my big brother.
So peaceful and so alone, I couldn't wait to get to it. I rushed into it, out of breath. I jumped back, startled at the sight of Randy standing there, turning suddenly from where he had been looking down at the lake.
"Hey, who's chasing you?" be beamed me a big smile.
"Nobody!" I was quick to answer and then I really felt foolish. I was struggling to catch my breath, thudding to a stop. "What I mean is...."
But then I didn't really know what I meant. I only knew what I was looking at. And I was looking at a younger, more virile version of the nude male frame that had been servicing my old lady. Younger and more virile and definitely more muscular but yet not an immature kid like Tommy. I couldn't get my eyes off him, suspicious of that wide smile of his.
My old lady's lover was totally nude ... I had to strain to imagine Randy that way, too. And believe me, it was worth every bit of the effort, my snatch getting instantly moist, my bikini-bottoms clinging fiercely to my snatch and glued right up to the crack of my ass.
My fantasy-apparatus was at it fast, removing the striped T-shirt and tugging down hard on the snug dungarees. He was barefooted and the moment I imagined his dungarees off his body, I fantasy-viewed him in only a jockstrap.
I had a sexual thing about jockstraps, even back then. I equated jam-packed jockstraps with power. And I equated power with sexual pleasure. I can still remember standing there on that hill, still struggling to catch my breath, looking at him the way I did. What he couldn't possibly understand was that I wasn't viewing him in his dungarees and T-shirt I had the wildest view of him on that hill flexing his muscles like a Greek Adonis, wearing only a jam-packed jockstrap. A snug jockstrap, the pouch a living, breathing thing by itself, making my hands tingle in anticipation of touching it, my mouth water to taste it. And, yeah, my vagina-walls push in and out in wild anticipation of experiencing it.
That look of his ... it had a way of countering mine, and I wondered when he'd ever get around to saying anything else. He had a way of hooking his thumbs into the thick black belt at the waist of his dungarees slung down low. It added to the feel of a wild surge of power going through his body, reeling me totally in the turned-on department.
I'll tell you what my fantasy apparatus was doing it was imagining him with his thumbs hooked into the elastic band of his jockstrap, pulling it upward and treating me to quick views of a lot of hard cock jutting right up there, the thick cockhead driving me wild.
"My kid brother chasing you?! " Randy finally spoke, breaking out into a little lewd laugh. "Why don't you give him a break?"
"Why don't you mind your own business " But I stopped short, thudding a bare foot into the dirt, knowing that I wanted him to make me his business.
"I can see why he's chasing you," he beamed me a very approving smile, his eyes roaming from my tightly haltered knockers, down the flat of my stomach, up tight to my bikini-covered snatch, and then right down into the inner reaches of my thighs.
My knockers he had set them throbbing like crazy, just the way he had looked them over. They weren't the world's largest, they're still not, but rock-hard and jutting right out there. Well, he had them right at attention, once he had worked his eyes over them. The trimness of my hips ... I was suddenly prouder of the view of myself there, once he had appraised them, seemingly enjoying the sight of them.
My pussy ... I could feel his eyes scorching right through the scantiness of my bikini bottoms and my love mound protruded a lot more for his attentive eyes.
I was flattered, let me tell you! I was just a high school kid, and Randy was about to enter his last year of college, and a football star at that. He had closed much of the gap between us and I could sense his hands within reach of touching me, ready to reach out either upward to the throbbing of my haltered knockers or my bikini-imprisoned pussy.
"Let's see what's driving the kid brother wild." He worked his hands up solidly to the trimness of my sides, closing right in on me. "I think you've got him playing with himself like gangbusters!" he laughed, tightening his hands on my hips.
"How about you?" I braved it out, my eyes hooking in solidly at the rapidly rising bulge at his crotch.
"I'll have to find out for myself," worked one hand continually down to the crotch of my bikini-bottoms, the other climbing up to move back and forth from one mound to the other. "When I touch it's for real," he flatly informed me. "And I don't dig being led on "
I wanted to protest, but I couldn't muster any words, not wanting his hands to leave the highpoints of me. I could feel that one hand down there really grinding into my crotch, scorching right through the scanty material.
"Now's the time to run, Rita," he beamed me that big smile. "Before it's too late ... 'cause I don't let them get away with any cock teasing--"
"I don't!" I angered, backing away slightly, instantly missing the feel of his hands on the highlights of my young body. "I don't encourage Tommy!"
"You don't discourage him either!"
I was about to argue, my anger mounting. I gave in gave in to the solid strength before me. Yeah, and I really dug how he had called the shots on me. I was so damned painfully aware of the strength surging through him and I knew I needed plenty of it. I knew I had to give in to all that power of his male frame.
"What do I have to do to encourage you?" I suddenly found myself being the cock-greedy bitch, instantly realizing that I would be able to grow out of my protective need for my big brother.
"This for a starter!" He quickly unzipped his fly and took my hand and brought it up close to the opening.
I didn't have to move my hand up inside the snugness of his dungarees it seemed to be doing that all by itself. And then I had to let out a very girlish squeal of delight and my fingers were crawling wildly up into the feel of a stretch material accentuating a lot of hard cock and balls.
I made it out, really going wild, my fantasy come true he was wearing a jockstrap. I had to run my hand all over the jam-packed pouch, really going wild as his hands worked feverishly at my halter-imprisoned knockers. He freed them in a hurry, letting the skimpy halter fall to the ground.
That jockstrap on him, he seemed so natural about wearing one. I should have realized that as an athlete constantly working out, keeping in shape, he would have it on quite often. But I told myself that he had been wearing it purposely to please me, to give me my really big turn-on.
"Let's get into it, Rita-honey!" he let out a groan of impatience, edging me back into the shrubbery. "You're really something!" And he jammed his open mouth on mine, his powerful hands instantly hooking onto my rear, each hand pressing hard on a buttock.
I was aware of his teeth gnashing into my lips, and I had to grind back, my hand refusing to leave the jam-packed pouch. I could feel his hands closing in on me down there, hooking into the waistline of the bikini-bottoms, anxious to tug them right down.
The moment of fear, I felt it, and I backed away, my hand leaving his fly, realizing that this would be a stranger I wouldn't have the safety and comfort of my big brother. I struggled back from him, only to have it countered by a sudden fierceness.
"Don't pull that cockteasin' crap on me, baby!" He slammed all of his virile frame into me. "You went over the line, Rita-honey! Way past the point of no-return!"
I squirmed and twisted, totally turned on by the surging strength in his body. He was shoving me back into the shrubbery, crawling all over me. I was down flat on my back, the jagged stones and the stick hurting me. I could see him coming down solidly on me and I was aware of his opened fly, the start of his jam-packed jockey-pouch visible.
"Don't " I started to protest, his hands hooking sadistically into the waistband of my bikini-bottoms. And I knew damned well I didn't mean it. I sure as hell didn't mean "don't." I had a certain instinct going for me, something telling me that I wanted to groove on more and more of the power surging through his virile young frame. I had to get him going, to have him fight me.
I was into it solidly, his hands jamming harder at the scanty bottom of the bikini. I could suddenly feel his hot breath pouring on the side of my neck, his hands struggling to get the scanty piece of material off my love mound.
I was kicking and shoving, getting him worked up all the more, and I couldn't totally comprehend it then but I was going wild on the sadistic attack on my young body. I could feel the bottom of my bikini being yanked off my throbbing love mound, forcefully down my thighs and then victoriously off my feet.
Totally nude, all of his powerful frame pinning me down on the ground. I squirmed and moved about all the more, going wild on his powerful actions. And then I had to let out a shrill cry, his teeth sinking savagely into the flesh of my neck. He was biting down hard, victoriously making a hickey there.
"That cockteasing crap won't work with me!" He struggled to catch his breath, leaving his mark on the side of my neck. "We're gonna make it, Rita-honey!" he proudly informed me.
Hovering over me, getting up just enough to yank off his formatting T-shirt, I was on a new plain, soaring to the power hovering over me. His strength, that was what I needed, his sense of total male dominance over me, and I lay there, watching him as he jumped up long enough to tug off his snug dungarees.
I had to let out a gasp of appreciation, my eyes zooming up solidly into the powerful inner reaches of his thighs, right up to the jam-packed jockey-pouch. It all seemed so many times larger than it actually was, looking up at it that way, seemingly in the position of sexual-worship.
"Latch on, baby, you'll love it!" He called the shots on me, taking my hands and lifting them upward to plant them solidly on the jam-packed pouch. "That's what's it really all about!" he informed me, and just as I was getting accustomed to the feel of the stretch material that was so beautifully loaded, he tugged down on the elastic straps.
'It's for real, baby!" he proudly informed in n. a lot of thick and long cock landing in the flat of my hands. "Get to know it!" He swooped downward to tug the jockstrap off his feet.
I had the monstrous cock in both of my hands and I was going wild. He came right down on me, instantly spreading my thighs wide, and the thick cockhead rushed to the start of my pussy.
I was squirming and twisting, putting up a last-ditch stand. I was trying to show that I was fighting off getting laid I sure as hell knew better. I was working him up, getting him to get rough with me again, grooving on the powerful hands forcing me to submit to him. And yeah, those muscular thighs of his, I went wild as he jammed them right into the wide V of my legs, forcing me even wider apart.
He was calling me names, letting me know what he thought about cockteasing chicks, and he was the guy for me, that powerful surge running through his body getting the best of me.
He cockthrusted me viciously, not stopping on that initial stab until he was solidly into the core of me. And still he slammed me, his hands grabbing hard at my buttocks. He worked eager fingers right up into the crack of my ass, continually raising me to the fury of his cock-slamming.
I gave in, knowing damned well that I didn't have to investigate the action any longer. He was ready to ride me, to slam me with a lot of steady cock, hard and fast.
"You've been fucked before!" he informed me, and I tightened up on him, damned annoyed that he had to say that. I tried to freeze on him, a part of me wanting to yell out how great my big brother's lovemaking had been, the other part of me knowing I had to remain silent on that taboo-score.
"Open up!" He slammed the back of his hard hand across my face. "Or I'll really fix you!" and he worked up higher on his knees. "Take it, baby!" he roared and the wildest cockthrusting ever was in motion. My brain raced back to a mental image of Randy's father ramming cock to my old lady and I was smug knowing that we were outdoing them. Yeah, I got solidly into it, gyrating my snatch right up to the never-ending drive of his swollen cock. I remembered what to do with my hands, just like my old lady, I wrapped them around Randy's back. I grooved on the solid feel of him back there and I urged him onto even wilder cockthrusting by digging my nails into the flesh of his back.
Hard and fast I could make it hurt all the more by throwing myself right up into it. You can get a guy going that way, seemingly taunting him that he just can't give you enough. Hard and fast that was the way it had to be for me.
So that was what my first "outside" fuck was all about, the first time I made it without my big brother. And that set the pattern. I did a lot more swinging with Randy that summer, and I didn't have to work him up to get the feel of the roughness he was capable of. You don't even have to discuss those things, you just know it's a part of the big kick.
A wild summer, what was left of it, especially when Randy would fix me up with some of his buddies. I dug the sense of humiliation, having a guy brag about what a great lay you are. The word goes out on you, you can tell the way they look at you, and you get to really dig that special brand of humiliation. You can just imagine all their dirty talk alone, describing what a fantastic lay you are.
The word got to Pete, I could sense it, and he went off to college that Fall with a certain distance setting in between us. I had to return to high school, but it was a whole new bag for me I'll tell the world!
I was ready to ball like gangbusters but not with the little kids. I had my eyes on the really rugged guys, going for the seniors on the football team. Let me tell you, I had some pretty wild fantasies about being in the locker room, watching all those jam-packed jockey straps being tugged down, a lot of hard cock facing me.
Mouth-action that's what I craved, once Randy had gotten me started on that route. I'll tell you, once he had positioned me on my knees, his hands solidly at the back of my head, I dug the masochistic air about being forced to open your mouth and take cock.
Word travels fast around a high school, especially after the first date with one of the football stars. Yeah, I mouthed his cock, with all I had been taught in that department by Randy. So one guy passes you on to his buddy, and you're really swinging, balling like crazy.
Sex could never be rough enough for me during those high school days, and I relied more on the humiliation route, grooving on knowing that the guys were talking about me, calling me the school's official cocksucker. I was grooving on the muscular power of the guys I'd let take me out but most of them were too damned young to realize a chick that dug the rough stuff. I mean, you don't just broadcast it, you've got to get the right guy who digs dishing it out. Well, most of the high school boys were just too damned anxious to throw you a fuck or get their cocks sucked.
Masturbation ... that was the time I could really play out my fantasies, imagining the really rugged guys slapping me around, forcing me to put out. I'd do it all in the mirror, usually starting my mauling and squeezing at my knockers, taking as much pain as I could possibly stand. I'd groove on working my hands tight down my sides, squeezing hard, right down to grasp at the inner reaches of my thighs. I had the most unbelievable need to jam my fingers up hard to my snatch, really slapping it around.
I'll tell you my favorite way to orgasm alone. I would have one hand jammed up my rear-end the fingers really hurting up the crack of my ass. I'll tell you how I'd use the other hand no matter how sick you think it might be. I mean, you reach a point where you just have to talk these things out. I would slap my cunt hard. Yeah, I would pound the flat of my hand right up into the pink moistness. I'd have my legs spread out wide, right up close to the mirror for a really great view. And then I would slap the hand hard and fast to my pussy, making it raw and aching. And then, once it really ached, the fingers of my other hand jammed up my asshole, I would cream the most unbelievably large amount, some of it flowing right down the inner reaches of my thighs.
Kicks, kicks, I couldn't get enough of the new kicks, and all of them bordering on the S & M scene. And it was during that period of my life, those swinging high school days, that I discovered the thrill of leather.
By accident ... making out in the back seat of a car with a kid wearing a black leather jacket. He had his hard cock out and was trying to jam it up between my thighs. I had my hands at his back and I couldn't stop running them all over the leather, that wild feel driving me sexual-bananas. Cock to my pussy I was throwing it all over the place, really grooving on the feel of his leather jacket. I couldn't understand it back then, but I can still remember how I worked my open mouth up to the leather collar, actually licking and lapping at it.
Okay, so that was my development or whatever you want to call it at the time that Drake and Arnie came into my life that exact moment I opened the door to view them both in their jockstraps, seemingly ready to get into their gym suits for a workout in the back yard. like I said, that was my last year of high school, and it was over a long weekend and my brother Pete had brought his two buddies home with him. By then, I had gotten over how I used to swing with my brother. It had become something that we no longer had to talk about. It was as though Pete seemed to understand that I was balling like crazy with a lot of boys, and he was on his own kick.
I had a certain feeling about why he had brought Drake and Arnie home from college with him, but I couldn't really put my finger on it. Pete had left early that morning, since he had a tennis game with a girl he had gone steady with at one time. My old lady had actually gone out with my stepfather a new twist for her. They had gone for a ride together, and that only left the housekeeper, an elderly lady, who spent most of her time in the kitchen.
I had somehow convinced myself that Drake and Arnie had gone out already, and I had that morbid curiosity to see the guest room they were sharing. I hadn't seen much of them on Friday, their first day at our house, but what I had seen had really turned me on. They were both so ruggedly built, both well over six feet tall.
Drake was the solid Nordic type, sandy hair and all. He had those big blue eyes and light skin. Arnie was the dark-haired type, a perfect contrast to Drake. A girl could really groove on the two different types standing together. Well, they had done a great job of upsetting me sexually. I'll tell you how great a job I had masturbated three times thinking about swinging with the two of them at once.
I had told myself that they had already left, just after I had taken my shower. I remember how I had only my bathrobe on, wrapped tightly about my knockers, the sash tight at the waist. I can still remember the special feel of it rubbing against me, especially since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I had played with my pussy in the shower, fingers front and back, imagining Drake and Arnie shoving cock to me both ways.
I'll have to tell you why I had opened the door to their room no matter how perverse it may sound. I had the urge to see and touch their underwear. Yeah, I wanted to run my hands all over their underwear, especially hoping to see their jockstraps. I knew they had jockstraps because I had watched them working out in the backyard, doing pushups and other exercises with my brother Pete. Yeah, I had my eyes glued into the action, especially whenever they lifted their legs and I could look right up their shorts my greedy eyes hooking into jam-packed jockey-pouches.
Perverse, I know ... but that was all a start of my fucked-up sex life. And that day I just had to sneak into their room to touch those very personal male garments. I even had fantasies of kissing their undershorts, jockstraps and other items of clothing, getting my mouth all over them.
So I ran into their jockstraps right on their fantastic male frames, those fronts bulging beautifully. I still remember how I stopped short, so surprised at seeing them. I was about to turn and run, but I couldn't get my eyes to move, not while they grooved on those jam-packed jock-pouches. I was getting eyesore, going back from one to the other, and I think they were wise to me.
"I I'm sorry!" I finally and foolishly flustered, but I never did stop my eyes from grooving on the bulging crotches and the muscular thighs.
"That's not fair," Drake edged closer to me, and then he seemed to be playfully posing for me, showing off his muscles and shoving that jam-packed jock-pouch up all the closer to me.
"Hey, it doesn't seem fair, does it!" Arnie got in on it, also coming closer to me.
"I-I'm sorry," I repeated, the moistness of my pussy driving me wild.
"You can see what we've got or just about," Drake moved his line of sight down to his bulging front. "But we don't know what's underneath that robe."
"Do we get to see?" Arnie edged in closer, and I was too damned dumbfounded to come up with an answer. "Let's do a little unveiling," he was so damned sure of himself as he untied the sash of the robe and hooked his fingers into it to part it.
"Beautiful!" Drake cried out, the very moment it had parted, revealing the high rise of my knockers. "Oh, fantastic!" he added, my blonde snatch standing bare for them to observe.
I couldn't move, I felt like such a damned fool. Arnie finished removing the bathrobe, peeling it right off me and tossing it on the bed.
I wouldn't move, feeling the two of them close in on me. I couldn't stop the throbbing of my body, the tips of my breasts growing rock-hard. I could sense the hardness setting in, my entire body tensing. And then they were right up close to me, Drake's hand going to my pussy, Arnie's right back there at my asshole.
"Please don't,...." I trembled, knowing that I didn't mean it.
"Crap, Rita-baby!" Drake called the shots on me. "You're a cockwatcher from way back! You drool like crazy at the sight of a crotch!"
"Let me outta here!" I was damned angry. But I couldn't seem to move from their hands working my pussy and asshole. And then I really froze, Drake using one hand to cover my left breast, Arnie planting his hand on my right. All four hands were on me, fevering me like gangbusters, until I thought I would explode.
"You're a cockwatcher, aren't you, Rita-honey?! " Drake was back at his game of humiliation. "I can tell how your lips start to move when you hook your eyes into a crotch!"
"You bastards " I fumed, but still couldn't move.
"So why'd you come to our room "
"I didn't know you were here!" But then I felt foolish about that reply, since I wouldn't have a sane reason for that action. "I mean "
"We know what you mean, Rita-honey!" Arnie suddenly took his hand off my knocker and worked it up to my shoulder.
"So let's get into it," Drake worked his hand from my knocker to my other shoulder. "Right down there!"
"Hev, don't! " And I felt myself being pushed down to the floor, their hands so damned powerful that I soon found myself down on my knees. And still they shoved down on me, widening my stance, my kneecaps really hurting. I bolted my head back and then forward, finding my mouth on an even line with those two jam-packed jockstrap pouches. They moved right in on me, brushing them both up against both sides of my face. I went to bolt backward, but they didn't buy my phony action, moving in all the more solidly on me, a lot of hands locking me right into all that heavily throbbing meat.
"Leave me alone " I still tried to play the game, trembling and shaking my face away from all that imprisoned cock and balls.
"Hey, Arnie!" Drake's voice was mocking. "She wants us to leave her alone! How about that?"
"I guess that's what she wants," Arnie shrugged, and they had their little game going between them. They let go of me, the two of them going directly to their beds at the other side of the room. Arnie stressed jumping on his single bed, sprawling out and spreading his legs out wide, really throwing that jam-packed jockstrap pouch of his right out there. Drake did the same thing on his bed, one leg hanging over the side, giving a beautiful accentuation to his bulging front.
I suddenly felt like such a damned fool, just remaining there on my knees. I wanted to ask them to come back, that I would ball with them, but at the same time their smugness annoyed me. I looked over at them, feeling that certain strain at my pussy, my eyes dancing back and forth the short distance from one bed to the other.
"She's got one of two choices," Drake talked to Arnie, obviously for my benefit. "She can get up off her knees, grab her robe, and get the fuck out of here!" Drake paused there and as I looked over he purposely rubbed hard on his bulging crotch. "Or she can crawl right over here on her hands and knees and be a good sex-slave-bitch!"
"She don't know about being a sex-slave," Arnie talked to Drake. And he, too, was rubbing hard at his jockstrap pouch, really driving me wild. "Do you think we could teach her how to service our cocks?"
"We could damned sure teach her," Drake replied directly to Arnie. "All she has to do for openers is crawl over here on her hands and knees. 'Cause that's where chicks really belong right down on their, knees, crawling to their guys!"
I felt wobbly all over, and I sensed that those two powerfully-built studs were into a form of sexual life that I had been craving for all too long. I didn't know all the terms, and I certainly couldn't understand what it was all about but I realized that so much of my search could end there, that it could be a wild beginning to the kicks I really sought.
Right down on my knees ... I grooved on it the very moment I started crawling over to them. I had my knees wide, and I went right down on all fours. Yeah, I went wild crawling over to them, openly grooving as I worked my eyes back and forth from one rugged frame to the other. Total honesty, I was making those wild sounds of sheer anticipation, crawling the distance over to them, positioning myself directly in between them, running my eyes back and forth, grooving on the jam-packed pouches. I found myself sucking in hard on my breath, really wanting to flick out my tongue and dart it over my lips.
"Don't hide it, little bitch," Drake leveled with me, rubbing hard on his crotch. "If you dig the sight of cock so much, groove on it!"
Yeah, I openly grooved all right, really letting myself go. I worked my tongue right out there, flicking it continually over my lips. And let me tell you, the saliva instantly started down the side of my mouth and ran right down my chin.
"Get the scent of it." Drake hooked a hand sadistically about my head and rammed my lips up solid to his jockstrap-pouch. I wanted to run my mouth all over it, get to work on what was inside it when Arnie hooked an even rougher hand about my head and worked me over to the V of his thighs, rubbing all of my face into pinnacle of him.
They were making a game of it, humiliating me, making me their sexual pawn. I went wild, those powerful hands yanking me back and forth, from crotch to crotch, back and forth. Yeah, I was going wild, barely getting the scent and feel of one loaded basket and then being pushed off it and onto the other. My frustration was mounting, and I was about to beg for both of their cocks.
They both jumped up on their feet, crossing their powerful thighs, inviting me to tug down their jockstraps. I let out a shrill cry of delight, trying to decide which one to unveil first. Drake with his powerful Nordic look Arnie with the ruggedly handsome dark look ... I got greedy and hooked a hand into each front, working them both down at the same time, struggling like crazy, going wild as those pubic bushes came totally into sight, one blond and the other lustrous dark colored. I yanked down harder, going bananas as both long and thick cocks jutted forward, bobbing like crazy as they moved into their perfect angles, seemingly just waiting for my mouth-action.
They both had that arrogant manner about stepping out of those jockstraps, jutting their heavy equipment right up close to my face. I was greedy to flick my mouth back and forth from cockhead to cockhead.
"Taste balls, baby!" Drake cradled his balls and held them up to my mouth. "Easy, does it."
I worked my tongue all over the hairy scrotum, working my mouth over one ball and then the other, grooving on the very special taste of them.
Arnie took his turn to shove me up close to him and I was ready to mouth his balls. He threw me completely off guard, working himself around and positioning his asshole to me.
"Eat my ass out, Rita-baby!" His voice sounded out loud and lewd, shoving himself right back to me. "Rim it out good!"
I balked, telling myself that I couldn't possibly do such a perverse thing. I started to back my face away from it, but Drake shoved me right back to it, jamming me continually toward it until my mouth was flush to the crack of Arnie's ass.
"When you crawled over here," Drake informed me, suddenly pounding his hands hard on my head, "you made your choice! Now you got the limit, baby, we call the shots!"
"Oh, work that tongue, you hot little bitch!" Arnie's voice seemed pain. "Lap it all up!"
I could feel Drake's hands about to pound into my head again and I obeyed him, working my tongue out and darting it up and down the crack of Arnie's asshole. I really dug it, once I got going on it and I raced back and forth, each time digging and jabbing the tip of my tongue deeper and deeper into the shit-trail. I really grooved on the sense of humiliation that, coupled with the strength of Drake's hands holding me right into the action.
"Now you can graduate to cock," Drake informed me, and he guided my mouth over to his cockhead. "Easy does it, honey, work the head up good " he instructed me.
"Do it up right, baby," Arnie encouraged me, watching me flick out my tongue and race it all over his buddy's thick cockhead.
"Back and forth, honey!" Drake pushed me over to Arnie's throbbing prick. "Get them both all worked up and ready!"
I really thought I'd go wild, racing my mouth back and forth, grooving first on the scent and taste of one cock and then the other. And that really groovy feeling of being right down on my knees. Yeah, it was as though that was where I always belonged, totally subservient to guys like Drake and Arnie.
Symbolic ... It was really symbolic having two studs to service, since one guy could never seem to satisfy me. I was getting my new brand of sex rough and raw, coming at me from both sides. Double the heavy surge of power, I wanted to be continually subservient to them.
The power continually building in their hands told me that I would be subservient to them, that I would service them totally. I gave into it, all four hands seeming more like four dozen hands crawling about my head and yanking hard on my hair, urging me to do more to those stud pricks up close to my slobbering mouth. I couldn't help but make those wild sounds, strings of them coming from down deep in my throat, my tongue flicking wildly up and down the length of each prick, racing frantically back and forth.
"You're made to order for the bondage scene, Rita-honey!" Arnie moaned, really arousing my curiosity. "You'd love our scene at college!" He really got me going, my brain buzzing with a thousand questions. I didn't have much time to work on all those questions about the sex scene I knew I was meant to be a part of. I could feel Drake moving to the rear of me, his thick cockhead soon banging up at the back of my head. It was wild that way, feeling in directly between the pressure of his hands on the back of me.
"Open your mouth wide, Rita-honey," Drake instructed me from the rear. "You're about to take a long ride on hard cock!" He positioned my mouth directly before the perfect jut of Arnie's cock. "Oh, real wide!"
I opened wide, grooving on the power of Drake's hands on my head, especially the hard slaps he applied there, his hard cock continually banging me back there, right between his hands. Wild-wild and I would have gone to any limit for them at that moment.
I went a long way down on Arnie's cock, my mouth jammed right down on it. And still Drake pressed my head downward, my lips solidly to the very base of Arnie's swollen prick. I could feel the thick cockhead making the start of my throat rough and raw, and still Drake wanted wilder mouth action out of me. I worked out a shrill sound, the saliva dripping freely down my chin.
"Into it, Rita-baby!" Drake controlled my mouth-action, pistoning my entire head up and down, my mouth rushing back and forth on the heavy throbbing of Arnie's prick. I was "into it" all right, and I couldn't turn back, not while Drake controlled the action, those powerful hands slamming me down harder and harder continually faster and faster.
"Eat cock, Rita-baby!" Arnie called out, spreading his thighs out all the more, really jamming that long and thick cock to my mouth. And all the while, Drake shoved my head into it, drawing me back and then throwing me solidly back into the hard jot of swollen prick.
I was soaring and I could sense Arnie about to orgasm. Arnie drew back, laughing and telling me that he had a long way to go. I couldn't wait, I had to orgasm, the heavy load swelling my pussy as I was convulsed in a string of heavy shudders.
"Cream, Rita-baby!" Drake mocked me. "You can come a dozen times before we get rid of you!"
I barely made it to the last shudder when I found Drake positioned in front of me, Arnie assuming the rear position, instantly locking hands about my head.
"Open wide " Arnie slammed both hands hard on my head, making everything go dizzy for a while. "Rush it, baby!" He never gave me a chance to catch my breath. "Down and dirty, that's what chicks are good for!"
I went all the way down on Drake, down and dirty, my head jammed down hard until I thought I would gag and vomit on Drake's enormous swollen prick. And all the way down there down and dirty I came to the shocking realization that guys like Drake and Arnie didn't really "like" females. They "used" them for their kicks, giving themselves that wildly superior feeling. But as I remained down there, my mouth jam-packed with hot prick, I knew that I had a need for the sadistic brand of pleasure they could hand out.
I wanted to be "used." Yeah, that was the only way I could get my kicks, just as long as I had all those powerful hands slamming into me, really letting me have it, abusing me physically and psychologically.
"Eat the cock, baby!" Arnie started my head pistoning back and forth, up and down on his buddy's cock, and I sensed his satisfaction at watching his buddy receive sexual gratification from their mutual female.
They grooved on sharing me, I sensed that and really dug that scene. They also seemed to groove on seeing who could abuse me the most, and I was waiting for the outcome of that race, telling myself that I could take all they could dish out and then some.
Be the bitch ... that voice within me kept sounding off, smugly telling me that I could show them a thing or two. I raced my mouth furiously up and down on Drake's cock, trying desperately to surpass Arnie's hands holding me to the mouth-action. I was trying to show them how great a job I was doing on my own, that I didn't need any fuckin' help from them.
"She wants to eat cock on her own," Arnie mocked me, looking over at Drake as he eased his hands on my head.
"Then let her do her thing," Drake urged Arnie to remove his hands from my head.
I had to show them both, I just had to show them what a wild time I could show them, and I raced my mouth wildly up and down, slobbering loudly on the swollen prick.
"Look at her do her mouth-thing!" Drake mocked me. "And all on her own!"
"But we don't dig chicks who do their thing on their own, do we?" Arnie laughed, suddenly pulling back, his swollen prick backing out of my mouth.
"We dig chicks who toe the mark!" Drake suddenly yanked hard on my hair, twisting me right up to him. "That's what bondage is all about!"
Bondage ... I was actually trembling at the word, wanting to be a part of it and yet terrified by it. I could sense so much about to happen to me, telling myself to yell and scream and get out of there. I could shout loud enough to get the housekeeper up there.
I didn't move, tightening my face and taking the punishment of the cruel way he pulled on my hair. And then, Drake seemed to hand my long strands of hair over to Arnie and he yanked even harder, hurting me right down to the roots.
"So tell us, Rita-honey," Drake took over on the yanking of my hair, "do you want to know what bondage is really all about?"
Trembling, I could only nod that I did want to know, that I did want to know all there was to know about it. I knew one thing that I was learning in a hurry, and that was that it was a very complex matter. It wasn't simply a matter of a guy working a leather whip across your buttocks.
"How would you like to be our urinal?" Drake asked me, still yanking hard on my hair, forcing me to look up at him. I was puzzled, my blurred line of sight traveling up the rugged thighs, grooving on the solid muscular look of him.
"Answer him," Arnie hooked a hand sadistically at the back of my head. "He asked you a simple question!"
"Yes yes!" I blurted out, not really stopping to think of what he was saying. And then it was too late, once I saw Arnie reach into his duffel bag and pull out a raincoat and spread it out on the rug.
"You'll make a beautiful urinal!" Drake yanked me over onto the spread-out raincoat. "So open your mouth wide!"
"No ... no...."
"You just said yes-yes, bitch!" Drake backhanded me hard and high across the face. "Now I don't like that." And he slapped me hard across the mouth, causing an instant trickle of blood.
"Hey, hold it," Arnie cut in, "maybe she isn't ready for the bondage scene, Drake." And I didn't realize that it was a put-on, that it was a mocking routine they were pulling on me. "Maybe we'd better call it off?"
"Yeah," Drake agreed, drawing back away from me. "Let her go back to getting finger-fucked by her high school boyfriends--. "
"I can take it!" I shrilled, leaning over, widening my stance all the more on my knees. "Let me have it!" I was getting animal-like. "Please-please!" I begged, watching them smugly return to sit on the edge of their beds.
"Then let's see you really toe the mark, bitch!" Drake shot back, first to get back over to me. "Now open your fuckin' mouth wide!"
I opened wide, trembling wildly in anticipation. I could make out Drake positioning his cock right above my opened mouth, his hand sadistically cupping my chin, holding me right up to his cockhead. And I could feel Arnie positioning himself with his cock down about the hard jut of my knockers.
"Take it, baby, like a urinal!" And the hot piss gushed into my mouth, driving me wild. I twisted and turned, the perverse action totally new to me, catching me totally off guard. And then I could feel the heavy rain of hot piss all over my knockers, flowing right down the flat of my stomach and-down about my pussy.
"Flood her!" the cry went up. "Drown her in hot piss!"
I tried to close my mouth, but that taste got to me, the perversity of it had me hanging in there. I was going wild, certain that I would be drowned in a sea of hot piss. I was squirming and getting the feel of that salty liquid running all over my body.
The flood stopped, the last few trickles pouring in my mouth and down about the high rise of my knockers. The twin rains were over, and I had all I could do to catch my breath. I looked up, my eyes piss-soaked, and I was painfully aware of the strength above me. I moved my line of sight slightly back and forth, from one powerful set of thighs to the other, grooving on the magnificent strength above me.
Above me ... that was where I knew the male power should be, right above me. I was suddenly trembling with want, too damned dumbfounded to know what to expect next. Whatever it was, I knew damned well I would take it no matter what they had planned for me. I would take it, because I would damned sure need it.
Rubbing all that piss into me, running my hands all over my face and down about my knockers, I was really grooving on the globe of hot piss on my body. Doing that, letting out a string of wild sounds, and grooving upward on the show of strength, I was soaring to a new sexual plateau.
Yeah, a new sexual plateau of "no holds barred!" That would be my new scene, and I sensed that I could meet other guys like Drake and Arnie, once they read me right. A meeting of the eyes, the display of certain actions ... just as Drake and Arnie had read me.
"Dry it off, Rita-honey," one of them threw me a large towel. "Get it ready for real kicks!"
Real kicks ... I hurriedly worked the bath towel over my body, really working the piss in deeper, especially about the flat of my stomach and down into the inner reaches of my thighs.
I was puzzled, I wasn't certain how that last scene was sexual, but I knew that I had grooved on the sense of humiliation of having two studs use me for a urinal. That really set my mind thinking, wondering how many things could really be sexual. There had to be thousands of everyday happenings that could be turned into the realm of the sexual. Life could never get boring that way, and I dried my piss-soaked body off all the faster.
"Lying down or standing up?" Arnie asked Drake.
"Standing up," Drake replied and Arnie hooked his huge hands underneath my armpits and lifted me up on my feet.
Wild anticipation ... that was what was surging through my body. I tried to figure out what was coming next, but I didn't dare ask. They would take care of my needs, I told myself, biting down hard on my lower lip. And I realized that I was beginning to think of all their actions as "my needs."
That's what they were ... that's what they had been all the time ... from the first time I had any sexual awareness at the time of puberty ... I had never totally understood it that way before, and then with Drake and Arnie it was finally all coming together for me.
I waited for my needs to be fulfilled, Arnie moving his hands smoothly down my sides, hooking right into my trim hips. I could feel the very tip of his swollen cock positioning at the V of my thighs, brushing up against the start of my love mound and the turn-on was instant.
"We're gonna double your pleasure, Rita-honey!" Drake called out from my rear. I had to tighten, the very moment he worked his arms about me, planting his hands solidly on the high rise of my firm knockers. He was mauling and flattening the rock-hard mounds, and all of his body pressed up behind mine. I really flipped-out when I felt that long and thick prick pressing upward along the crack of my ass.
I widened my stance, unable to choke back those sounds coming from down deep in my throat. I found myself edging back to the feel of that shaft of cock pressed upward along the crack of my ass, and then writhing forward to the feel of hard cock positioned directly beneath my moist and ready-to-go pussy. My hands I just didn't seem to know what to do with them and I kept pressing them hard against my sides. And as I waited, I found myself pounding them down along my sides, my impatience for the action to really get underway mounting.
"The little bitch is getting anxious!" Drake mocked me, suddenly taking his cock and backing up slightly to position the huge cockhead at the start of my asshole.
"We'd better do something about that," Arnie played his little game with his buddy. And then I could feel Arnie backing up slightly, taking his cock and aiming it to the start of my pussy.
"Hey, Rita-honey," Drake pressed down harder on my knockers. "Whenever you're ready, just let us know!"
I started twisting and gyrating my snatch forward, and then humping backward, urging him to thrust cock at my asshole. I was working my hands from my sides up front to Arnie's trim sides and then really aching as I got my hands back to Drake. I was trying to tell them, my sign language begging for cock back and front.
"Let's really hear it, honey!" Drake taunted. "You want cock, just ask for it."
"Oh, please " I whimpered, unable to wait any longer for the thrusting of cock. "Please "
"She's a polite bitch," Arnie laughed.
"Fuck me!" I suddenly roared, humping my anxious body back and forth, feeling the heavy beads of perspiration starting at my forehead as large as silver dollars. "Fuck me hard hard!" I finally screeched my honest need.
"Yeah, Rita-honey!" Drake seemed to be giving his buddy the signal, and they started at once. I suddenly thought I would shoot right through the top of my head, both cocks thrusting me hard, slamming solidly into the very core of me, front and back.
I wanted to cry out, to beg them to ease up. But I didn't, wanting to show them that I could take it. I bit down hard on my lower lip, getting accustomed to the shooting pain, all of me swollen with the double cockload, the invasion completed front and back. The feel of so much hard cock, front and back, that was a real experience to get used to, and I worked hard at it.
I was grooving ... yeah, once I got used to it, I really dug the pain-pleasure of it, sensing that they were about to really start slamming cock to me. Hard and fast front and back ... I could feel them getting prepared, their hands tightening all over my body, their positions hardening.
"Give it to me!" I hissed, making a last-ditch stand to be the real bitch. "Yeah, hard and fast!" I gyrated and twisted and threw myself front and back.
"She wants it " Drake gave the signal again, and then I couldn't get another sound out of my throat. The hard thrusting started, shoving me back and forth, from cock to cock, rammed between so much solid muscle. And all the while their hands pressed in harder, reminding me of their sexual superiority.
I was in the middle of it, feeling the full power, my asshole and pussy seemingly ready to burst apart. And yet, I sensed that I wanted and needed more and more. I got right into it, soaring right along with them, evenly ... but never able to surpass them.
"Now, Rita, now!" Drake called out, mauling and pressing at my knockers with a wild urgency. "It's now!" he started to buckle and shudder.
I moved my head, unable to muster a simple yes. I realized that he wasn't telling me that he was about to orgasm, or asking me to join him. It was an order and I was expected to obey him. And at the front of me, I could sense Arnie about to erupt his load and all of his actions told me that I had to make it with them and that was an order.
The eruptions started, and they couldn't be stopped, from Drake flooding my rear, to Arnie spurting heavy cream up into my vagina. I obeyed the order, flooding all of my hot cream with me, mingling with the heavy load from Arnie.
The beautiful collapse ... the only soft moments coming from Drake and Arnie ... the heavy breathing ... and yeah, then you start to wonder what new kicks you can find, how high up the S & M ladder can you really climb? How high ... without falling?
It was a wild weekend, they took me higher and higher up the S & M ladder of kicks, and I was amazed at how my brother Pete always seemed to be out of the way while I was grooving with his two buddies. I had to ask myself if he was in on it, but I didn't dare ask him. The excitement of wondering but not really knowing made the kicks all the wilder.
The weekend was over and that was when I decided to attend their University the following Fall. I sensed that many wild scenes were happening on campus, everything and anything to put a screeching halt to boredom.
I was a visitor to the campus before I was officially on it but it wasn't really my life until I started there that following Fall. Yeah, and it didn't take me long to be aware of the various "Underground scenes." Even as a Freshman, especially since I was in solid with Drake and Arnie, I was welcomed into the various scenes.
Let me tell you about the different scenes on campus. There's the drug scene, the various political and activist front scenes, and a number of others that may come and go. A lot of them are fades that last various lengths of time but sex on campus has always been and will always remain.
I'll tell you all that ever really changes about sex on campus and that's the various kicks. like, it goes through phases, what you could call sexual revolution. Just as other changes take place first on the various college campuses, you can be damned sure that sexual freedom is happening on campus faster than anywhere else.
The bondage scene was the big thing on campus, I realized that the very moment I got there as a Freshman. I had to live in the dormitory that first year, but we had plenty of privileges. I mean, you can have guests in your room just about any time of day or night. Anyway, Drake and Arnie had their own pad in town. They were seniors and it was really big shot stuff to hang around with them.
I was totally into the bondage scene on campus in no time at all, passing around among Drake and Arnie's close knit click. Balling like crazy, always running into new surprises.
Those weekend parties, complete with booze, pot and pills they were really something. It took me a while to get used to certain aspects of group sex. You take a lot. of the guys and the chicks, they really dig performing for others to watch. I couldn't go that scene, always trying to get a couple of guys to take me off to another room off from the main action. But I'll tell you, I started grooving on watching other couples in action, especially in the realm of S & M.
It had to happen, I found myself balling like crazy in the center of the room, an audience gathered about me. I grooved on it, really surprising myself. Drake and Arnie got me into that scene, and it was as though they couldn't think up enough thinks to perform with the other kids gathered about us.
The hot piss, I actually found myself taking that scene with an audience gathered about us. I couldn't get enough of it, begging for more and more, even for the other guys to join in and let it rain hot piss all over me.
Drake and Arnie brought a new twist to that humiliation scene, while we were grooving with quite a few of the kids gathered about us. They ran out of piss and they started spitting at me, on my face and all over my body.
My first instinct ... I can still remember how I wanted to swear at them, to start kicking and punching and get the fuck out of there. But I found myself grooving on it, their spit falling in heavy globs right on my lips, up on my knockers and all over my body. Yeah, and I got to begging the other guys for their spit.
I didn't really dig the drug scene, but Drake and Arnie and some of the others would forever be after me to smoke pot and try certain Uppers and Downers. like I said, it wasn't really my scene, but I couldn't seem to refuse them. Yeah, so then I'd really start flinging out sexually. I was like a time bomb, about to explode at any moment. I wanted newer and greater kicks, and there was always that sense of depression that I might run out of kicks.
Kicks kicks the quest can consummate your ever move and moment. You get to make it an obsession and taking wild chances becomes a part of that obsession. And then after you think those weekend group parties are the greatest ever you start taking them for granted. You look for new faces, but after a while you recognize them all. There always seems to be a new stud-prick to swing with, a cock you haven't gone down on, another that hasn't been rammed up your rear. But after a while, you've been into them all, and you feel certain that the next new cock would be the least bit exciting.
Kicks kicks ... you want them in different ways, however you're not supposed to have them. The big taboo, that's what you've got to have, whatever they're trying to deny you. And they have to come spontaneous, you get bored with the planning of a big party coming off in one of the Frat houses or a pad in town.
The spur-of-the-moment kick ... that's where you tell yourself it has to be. Okay, so a number of the instructors and even the full professors are swinging with the students, but you've always got those who play it straight and narrow and just don't mix.
I had one professor, a handsome craggy-faced man in his forties. My real old man had left us when I was just a little kid and I don't really remember him. Well, to give it to you sweet and short, I had what might be called a "father-fixation" on the guy. I would be attending one of his lectures and having the wildest sexual fantasies involving him. Wild I know, but I would imagine him telling me that I would have to be punished, and then he would yank out his strap and order me to remove my clothes, all of them, even my bra and panties. I would have the wildest fantasies of him slashing my buttocks with the heavy leather.
Yeah, and then tossing the strap aside and reeling his hard cock out of his fly and fucking me beautifully. And all the while, I would call him "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Okay, it had to happen, I was mouthing that aloud at one of his lectures, and he stopped and I felt like a damned fool. I really sunk down low in my seat after that.
I had to get back at him, I just had to, especially since he seemed so straight and formal with everyone, especially with me. I got to sitting up front at his lectures, wearing my wildest micro-minis. Yeah, you guessed it, I would open my thighs wide and really jut a lot of panty-crotch up at him.
He was human, I found that out in a hurry, just as soon as his eyes would be forever looking: into my exposed panty-crotch. He would look away, coughing and sputtering and getting involved with something he was saying. But his eyes would always return to what I was putting on display for him.
I'd try to drive him wild, let me tell you. It got so that I would purposely tighten the filminess of my panties right up solidly to my loveslit, giving him a great show of my honey hued pubic bush. I had him reeling, I could spot the hardening and rising of his crotch. And then, I knew damned well when he would purposely button his jacket or spend more and more of the lecture period behind the safety of his desk.
He was married and what really bugged me was that his wife was also a professor. She really had that straight and narrow look at her, damned pinched as though she just wasn't getting enough sex.
I had to have him, and it had to be with a danger of element. I realized the steady path he always took to that one lecture I attended three times a week. He seemed to be a creature of habit, always taking the same walk behind the administration building.
I dug the sight of that heavy shrubbery along one side of the path, it was made to order for my plan. Yeah, I had to be the hot bitch for him. I got behind a heavy bush and slid right down on my knees. That was after I had hurried my panties off and stuffed them between my books. I widened my stance on my knees and whispered to him just as he approached me. Believe me, he was caught completely off guard by me down on my knees like that. Then he really got choked up when I hiked my mini up and showed him my bare snatch.
Humiliation I had to groove on it. Totally ... since the humiliation on the weekend bondage sprees was getting to feel too damned manufactured, too pat and set up. I had to really experience humiliation, and I could think of no humiliation lower than that of the soliciting cocksucker.
I sucked in hard on my breath, watching him edge closer to my place of hiding in the bushes. And then I flicked my tongue wildly over my lips and uttered those words of utter humiliation: "You want a blow job?"
I beckoned him with my hands, and he seemed totally entranced. He looked about him, so obviously shaking. He made the big move, darling into the heavy shrubbery. He barely had a chance to bend over to be out of sight, when I unzipped his fly and started reeling out his cock. It was only semi-hard at the start, since it had all happened so fast, but it was rock-hard and throbbing like crazy by the time I had my hands wrapped solidly about it.
"We'll be caught " he tensed, and I just urged him right down lower in a squatting position.
I knelt down all the lower, yanking on his swollen prick out of his fly, getting his huge balls to dangle out. I just had to cup those delights and down I went, lunging my greedy mouth down on the full length of his prick.
"Careful, we'll be heard!" he whispered hoarsely, trembling at the sound of the loud slobbering noises I was making.
I raced my mouth furiously up and down the length of his prick, taking one of his hands and planting it solidly on my love mound. I didn't have to urge his fingers to fuck me, he made that move on his own, seemingly by instinct. And then I slobbered all the louder on the great cock, wanting to make the element of danger all the greater.
I knew that students and faculty would be walking by all over the place and that I was soaring on the wild gamble I was taking. Yeah, it was a wild kick, even greater than the slashing of the whip if that is a planned affair. The spontaneous sex-gamble that was where it was really at. And the thought of being in the bushes, returning to the basic instinct that was the wildest ever. I rushed my mouth faster and faster, slobbering all the louder, grooving on the finger work he offered my moist pussy. I worked my tongue in circular motions about the base of the thick shaft, racing my mouth up and down.
I wanted more noise from him and I really played the bitch, working my teeth deeper and deeper into the sensitive flesh of the cockshaft. He would let out low screams and then stifle them.
Fast and hard, I had to work him to a completion. I could hear his breathing coming heavier and heavier and then he planted the one free hand on my head and I knew he was ready. I joined him, flooding semen all over his fingers, just as his heavy load spurted right down my throat.
The last drop ... I wouldn't release his spent cock from my mouth until I was certain I had the very last drop of semen that he was capable of erupting.
"This is insane," he moaned. "Couldn't I make a date with you off-campus?"
"Got to run to my lecture," I teased him, getting up and ready to depart the bushes. And then I was really the bitch, leaving him there, his spent cock dangling out of his opened fly. I tossed him my bikini-panties, shrilling for him to keep them as a remembrance of the greatest blowjob of his life.
Wild kicks ... big gambles ... my first year at college blended into my second ... and then into my third ... and I just didn't seem to know where I was going. The wildest of kicks got routine, and the search for the perverse sense of pain-pleasure never seemed to reach its happy conclusion. Drake and Arnie had graduated, as had other guys I had been swinging with. So you start making it with new guys, and they don't seem to be able to turn you on after a while.
You're ready to try any and all new scenes. I had always considered myself basically straight, never caring to swing with other chicks. But I was aware of a new scene as I remained on campus, going into my third year. The supposedly Straight and Gay scenes were merging into one, everybody grooving together. I never thought it would be for me ... but I never figured on Betsy and Helen.
I had know them both for quite a while and had assumed they were lovers hell, on campus it's always live and let live but I had never figured them for the S & M scene, too. Well, they finally appeared at one of the swinging weekend bashes, once everybody seemed ready to play it all the different ways.
They were both into me ... and it seemed to be a female version of Drake and Andy all over again ... riding me hard. I was suddenly so damned uninhibited about swinging with them both, not giving a damned who was watching us.
Betsy had the wildest way of soul-kissing, and before I knew it, Helen had swung right down at my pussy. I could feel their hands crawling all over me and I was beginning to get turned on as I had not been in a long time. Betsy was a willowy blonde and Helen was an attractive brunette. Yeah, they seemed to be female versions of Drake and Arnie. And I was being sexually-rushed in new and interesting ways. The power was there, solidly in their hands, the power I needed to really groove on in my subservient way. And they had the knack for humiliating me, forcing me to go down on them.
"Eat, baby, go for the taste of pussy!"
Yeah, and I went for the taste of pussy, grooving wildly with the two of them. They had their own way of putting me through the paces, humiliating me even more than Drake and Arnie could ever manage.
I dug the two of them putting me through the paces, and then I really grooved on Betsy playing it rough with Helen and myself. Helen could swing either way, while Betsy was strictly on the "S" side of the spectrum.
I could take it or I could leave it I never got hooked on swinging with just the chicks. And I'll tell you how smug I got to be about getting my kicks both ways I'd really groove on going down on cock and pussy side by side. Yeah, I could really go bananas, swinging back and forth, having a guy and chick side by side.
Two different actions ... grooving on them both ... that was getting to be my scene. I dug the idea of lunging down on a hard cock and then switching over to the licking and lapping and suctioning motions of eating out pussy. Yeah, and I dug the comparison of the rear-ends, working my one hand solidly on the firmness of the male buttocks and then using the other hand on the trimness of the female counterpart. All the wild scenes, combing the best of both, swinging all the time ... and yet I could never seem to find the ultimate in my quest for sexual pain-pleasure.
More and more, I was left with that empty feeling and a real sadness that just an ordinary lay couldn't do a damned thing for me. Yeah, that's a sad thought, especially when every so often you get to thinking you could go for one guy in particular, not a part of the wild weekend bashes all about the campus.
The beginning of the end had to come for me, but I never figured it would all blow up the way it did. I mean, I was constantly searching for the guys and chicks who could lay on the rough stuff in new ways, finding the new kicks in bondage. Yeah, I had been under the whip, dug having cigarette burns all over my back and even on my knockers.
So where do you go for kicks from there? Okay, crazy, but I was suddenly being turned on by a very shy kid I noticed in one of my classes. He was an unusually bright kid, just a freshman taking a number of advanced classes.
His name was Dave ... and he had that lean and gawky look. He was sandy-haired with a sensitive face. He was turning me on, I sensed that and it really bugged me. I mean, he wasn't in the least bit handsome and he was far from rugged. I had always dug muscles and a lot of power in a rugged frame. Dave was the complete opposite, and he was even too shy to talk to me.
I'd give him the look you know, the look of the greedy sensuous female, but he would draw into himself, and I couldn't understand him at all. He was straight, I could sense that, but I couldn't realize how females frightened him. It took a lot of doing, but I got him to the point of just talking with me. I tried to understand him, to really get to know him, but at first he remained a puzzle.
He dug me, I could sense that, and I knew I turned him on physically. But he constantly remained on guard, openly fearful of me. I began to hate myself for the wild life I lead on the campus, telling myself that he must have heard about my reputation. But that wasn't it, he was so damned new on the campus.
I had turned twenty, and he still had a few months to go for his eighteenth birthday. That was another puzzle for me, I couldn't understand why someone younger had turned me on. He was like a frail and very shy young boy and I almost wanted to protect him.
I wanted him to make love to me, too ... or if he wouldn't be the aggressor, I wanted to make love to him. He was beginning to really torment me, and I actually stopped running around to the various weekend swinging sprees.
I had to do a lot of hinting, but I finally got him to take me to the movies and other activities, just to be with him. Crazy, I was going without sex, just to be close to him, constantly trying to figure him out.
Then came the big reply, the Friday evening that he called to tell me he wouldn't be able to take me out. His mother had arrived for an unexpected visit. I just had to meet her, to see her, sensing the mystery ended there. Well, it did, the very moment I met her. She had fire in her eyes for me, and I could spot a possessive bitch like her a mile away. I let her have Dave for the weekend. I knew damned well I could have him after that.
I couldn't wait, sensing a new brand of sexual excitement in store for me. I had it all set up for that Monday evening, the first day after his mother had left from visiting her boy. I had asked Dave to pick me up at my pad, telling him about an art gallery I wanted to visit.
Not that night I had other plans, so damned anxious to be the sexual aggressor with Dave. I wanted to go to bed with him and I realized that I would have to get it all together and rolling toward the bed.
I was wearing a bathrobe,' fresh out of the shower, and I damned sure didn't have anything on underneath. I can still remember the way he looked at me, the very moment he opened the door. I tried to spell it out for him from the beginning, the moment I ushered him into the pad and stressed the closing of the door behind him.
He went to kiss me, and he couldn't hide his excitement. I shoved my snatch right up at him and I got the feel of his cock hardening and rushing right up into the V of me. I had to get him going, I took his hands and worked them right up inside my robe.
Two directions at once, sending one hand down to the V of my thighs, the other right up to the high rise of my knockers. I knew I had him reeling, his hands going wild, the one down low crawling like crazy to get fingers up into my snatch. And that hand of his up high was racing back and forth, seemingly wanting to feel both rigid tips at once.
I jammed my mouth more solidly into his, gnashing my teeth into his lips. And, yeah, I had to get my hands into the act, letting them crawl down to his trousers, one of them latching solidly onto his crotch. I went wild at the enormous length of hard cock running seemingly half way down his thigh. He had both Arnie and Drake beat and I could wait to really experience it in every way possible.
I got my greedy fingers working, unzipping his fly and reeling out all that hard meat, amazed at the fantastic length of it. I had it tightly fisted, feeling his hand crawl eagerly all over my snatch. He was awkward about it, but I determined to get it all together, to really ball with him.
I craved really feeling the strength of his hands, wondering how I could really get him going. Dave wasn't basically sadistic, not like Drake and Arnie, but I felt certain he had to have some tendencies that could be brought out in the heat of sex.
The heat of sex ... I got that going faster by finally withdrawing my mouth from his and edging back enough to tug off my bathrobe and stand totally nude before him. I urged him to get out of his clothes, telling him honestly that I couldn't wait to have him ball me.
I watched, unable to keep my hands off that tall cock jutting out of his fly. He hurriedly removed his shirt and then his undershirt. He took off his shoes and socks, having to back slightly away from me to do it. And then I noticed the change in him, a panic seeming to set in as he worked his hands to his belt buckle. He was hesitating and it was driving me wild with want.
"Oh, hurry-hurry!" I had to jam a hand to my impatient pussy. And I wanted to start screeching how I wanted him to ball me with that stud-prick of his.
"Help me...." he pathetically whimpered, catching me totally off guard. "I've never been able to go all the way with a girl, something has always held me back! I need something, something to drive me into it " And he was stammering pathetically.
I knew what he needed, exactly what I had always needed but I didn't know if I could reverse the roles. He had me so damned turned on, so frustrated, it had to find a completion.
"I know what you need!" I forced myself into the "S" side of the spectrum. "I know how to get you rolling!" And I yanked that leather strap out of the loops of his trousers.
I slashed it hard across his back, catching him off guard, spinning him roughly about.
"Now take off those pants and let me see all of you!" I demanded, holding the strap ready to slash it again.
"I can't "
"It's your old lady!" I knowingly informed him. "Did she ever punish you for fooling around "
"Yes yes," he cut in, almost ready to cry.
"Well, she can go fuck herself!" I lewdly roared, slashing the strap across his back. "Now get those pants off, and we're gonna ball!"
Whimpering, he obeyed, removing the trousers, standing there looking so fantastic in his undershorts, the tall jut of cock sticking out of the fly.
"We're gonna ball!" I worked the strap repeatedly across his buttocks. "Now get those shorts off!"
He obeyed, trembling like a little boy, that hard cock so damned man sized, aimed right at me. He tugged the undershorts off, his lean frame driving me wild.
I started really working the strap all over his lean buttocks, catching him hard down about the back of his thighs. And then I worked the strap up about his trim hips, spinning him continually around.
He was grooving on the special brand of pain-pleasure, just as I always had. I got angry, getting into it all the deeper, even slashing the strap across his cock and balls.
Hard and fast, I couldn't stop myself from working the strap all over his lean frame, wanting him to beg me to stop, to scream and yell that I was hurting him. But he was grooving on it, just as terrifically as I always had, those wild' sounds coming from him seemingly begging for more and more.
I had to slash the strap harder and faster, telling myself that I could always stop and ram my cunt right on that hard cock. But I couldn't stop myself, the beads of perspiration forming heavy at my forehead.
I finally stopped short, the realization coming to me that I had gone full-circle on the S & M route. I was grooving on handing out the punishment as fantastically as when I had been on the receiving end.
I started screaming, throwing the strap aside. I wanted to sob and call him dirty names, ready to blame him for bringing it out in me.
It had always been within me ... over on the other extreme of what I had been grooving on ... We never made it together, I felt so damned sick after that. I have to get away by myself and think. I just can't concentrate on school work or anything ... I've got to think it out ... alone ... so terribly alone....
CASE HISTORY: "BRENDA"
A college campus is a very special melting pot the coming-together of all types of young people from the proverbial "All walks of life."
It didn't take me long to realize that Alex's way of life before college had been so totally different from mine. The fact that we came from all of a thousand miles apart wasn't the big difference, believe me. He was from the midwest and I was brought up in a small town in New England. There were many drastic differences in our life styles before we arrived on campus and started going steady and they all seemed to pour out of our attitudes toward sex.
Alex was so damned open about sex, and he openly praised it, that it just had to be the world's greatest and most creative outlet. I had been taught that sex was dirty, something to be ashamed of, and it took me a long time before I could really groove swinging with Alex.
I wanted Alex, and I knew I had to put out to keep him. I really dug the tall and rugged frame, the lanky look about him, and yeah, a real stud-prick that had me gasping the very first time he placed my hand on his bulging crotch. I thought it ran halfway down his thigh and I didn't believe anything could possibly be that thick.
That first time we swung together, I mean when I finally let him go all the way, I can still remember how he had laughed at me when I asked him to turn off the lights. He laughed in a goodhearted way and he made it clear that sex should be seen as well as experienced.
It was a weekend one of those long holiday weekends and his Frat house was totally deserted, we really had the run of it. I had gone there with the very clear understanding that it would have to culminate in our having sex together. I had been holding him off, fighting myself as well as him.
I can still remember the feeling of being alone with him in his room. It was typical Indian Summer weather, the first long weekend of the Fall Semester, and I had really been grooving on the fantastic sight of Alex in those snug cut-off dungaree shorts of his. They were so damned faded and tight on him, really clinging to his thighs and accentuating the bulge of imprisoned cock and balls. He had those extremely muscular thighs and they always made me feel so safe, that I would want him to dominate me.
That lean frame of his, I really dug the formatting T-shirt that rode up high, revealing his navel, the waistband of his jockey shorts protruding over the thick leather strap tight within the loops.
I can still remember the way I couldn't take my eyes off the exciting midsection, the elastic band of his shorts and that leather belt so symbolic of my basic hang-ups.
All through high school, even the thought of a boy in his underwear drove me wild, the mental image of the jockey pouch so jam-packed with cock and balls, sending me behind my locked bedroom door to masturbate wildly. And every summer, I used the sight of boys in their snug swim trunks at the pool to substitute for my real desire. I would vividly etch all the bulging crotches on the blackboard of my mind, store them up and use them to finger-fuck my snatch alone.
The black leather strap ... I'll tell you what that was symbolic of ... my bitchin' old lady. She came from a long line of puritanically-bent ancestors, believing that all forms of pleasure had to be sinful. She was a frustrated bitch and she made life unbearable for all of us, including my father.
I've always loved my father, even though I felt sorry for him for not standing up to my old lady. He didn't believe in punishing us kids like my old lady did, but he didn't have the nerve to stop her from punishing us.
I can remember getting the straps across my bare buttocks while I was extremely young. And the older I got, the more strict rules there seemed to be, and the slightest infraction would get you sent upstairs to await the punishment of the thick black leather strap.
You get so you can take the strap, you just close your eyes and you try to think of something pleasant, something you'd really like to be doing. You get so that you make a game of getting the strap slashed across your bare buttocks, until it gets to be a form of perverse pain-pleasure. It can happen, believe me, I should know.
I believe I should tell you the symbolism of my eyes fixed on Alex that way, knowing we were about to really groove in bed, that I was finally about to start shedding all my inhibitions. My eyes fixed on the waistband of his undershorts and the black leather strap brought back the instant memory of a very frightening part of my early life.
... I was fourteen, the school term had just begun, and it was a very trying period in my development. Yeah, I was really ripening, my knockers seemingly exploding in size day by day. I was getting taller and taller and my thighs more curvy. And I was painfully aware of how my body was shaping out, the trimness of my hips really setting in.
Down there ... evening after evening, I would lock my bedroom door and get ready for my mirror inspection. I couldn't believe how I was changing down there, and I had to check the constant development out up close to the mirror.
I found myself playing a game, pretending to be a very sexy movie star, posing as I removed my clothing, getting sensual about the removal of my sweater, my skirt and half-slip. I can still remember the wild performance I'd give for my own benefit in the mirror as I arched my back and worked my hands up to undo the clasp of my bra.
The unveiling ... I'd make a big thing about tugging the stretch garment away from the lush mounds that had easily doubled in size over the past year. I was so damned proud of them, holding them up close to the mirror, squeezing and mauling, fingering the large brownish-hued tips. And then I would find myself lifting up hard on them and pushing my head downward, trying to kiss them as much as possible, running my tongue back and forth from one lush mound to the other, amazed at the sweet taste of them.
The pang of doubt ... the drawing back from the mirror and pulling my hands away from the milk white flesh ... I would actually tremble as I thought of how my old lady viewed my sudden physical development, as though something dirty was happening to me."
"Only fourteen and already needing a grown woman's undergarments!" she would shrill, making it sound dirty.
I couldn't bear to have her looking at me during that period of rapid development, her eyes piercing right through me, as though I had to be running around and letting the boys go the limit with me.
I still remember how I would stare at myself in the mirror, so troubled about the swift development of my body. I couldn't bear to have my father look at me for a totally different reason than my old lady. He had always played with me as a little girl, holding me on his lap and hugging and squeezing me. But I had ripened so fast and the time had come when he was embarrassed to put his arms around me, even give me a little peck of a kiss on the cheek. He loved me, but my physical development had obviously been too much for him to cope with.
My old lady must have been a real deep freeze, I can understand that now, and seeing me as a ripening young lady was too much frustration for him to handle all at once, so rapidly.
I would force myself to shut out all those problems though, going back to the curves of my body, working my hands solidly on my body, right down to the trimness of my hips. I had a way of humping my pussy continually closer to the mirror, certain I could make out the indentation of pussy and the pubic bush about it.
"Take them off me," I would whisper, trying to imagine a handsome boy doing it for me. I would really groove on tugging my panties down slow and sexy, getting a real kick out of watching my honey-hued pubic bush come into sight, amazed at how rapidly it had thickened over that year of rapid development.
Hard and fast, I would tug them down wildly the very moment my pussy came into view. And then I had a really royal way of stepping out of the panties, actually telling myself that I was beautiful. I felt beautiful, safe alone in my room, and that was what really mattered.
I would want to check the thickness of the pubic bush, working my hands up into the inner reaches of my thighs and jamming my love-mound right out there. And that was when I went through the horrible period that every time I worked my fingers to my pussy, I thought it had to be dirty and cheap. Especially when I thought about a boy that way. I don't mean the entire boy, fully dressed. I always started thinking about boys just wearing their underwear.
The jockey shorts up snug to all that meat ... that was my fantasy. I didn't dare think of a boy totally nude at the young stage in my life. I had seen my younger brother running back and forth to the bathroom in just his undershorts, and that was how I tried to think of other boys.
That certain bulge up front ... I remember seeing it on my kid brother and when I thought of other boys in only their undershorts my wild imagination would really exaggerate the crotch. I would go wild, thinking of certain boys at school in only their undershorts, not daring to imagine them totally nude. Yeah, and really not daring to shove fingers into the moistness of my pussy.
Sex was dirty ... the thought of it had to be even dirtier ... self-experimentation was lewd and obscene. Yeah, it had never been proclaimed in so many exact words, but that was the aura pervading our household.
I would always panic at those moments, the moistness of my pussy getting the best of me, my entire young frame shuddering like crazy. Yeah, and I could really feel my knockers jutting out there, the tips of them becoming so rigid that it really ached and pained me.
I would pull my fingers away from my pussy and I would rush for my bathrobe. I somehow had sensed or fooled myself into believing that a cold shower was the answer to everything. Since I usually did that bit just before bedtime, I always had a reason to be taking my shower. My old lady was pleased, she no longer had to constantly nag me to take my shower. Every night I couldn't wait to take my shower.
I found myself working the lather harder and harder into my rapidly developing body, seemingly trying to rub away all the lewd and indecent feelings I had experienced alone in my room. I would work in great amounts of soap, starting up at the rigidness of my knockers, almost pounding the lather into me.
I would turn, letting the shower spray pelt at my rear, especially over my buttocks, all the while soaping up the front of me, working the lather thoroughly in. And when I had finally loaded my knockers, heavy with the lather at the newly formed cleavage, I would start it down the flat of my stomach and solidly into the inner reaches of my thighs. I would go through that dishonest bit night after night, telling myself how I had to soap up all of myself down there, all the way deep into my vagina. I had to get rid of that moistness, that sense of sheer animalism that had gotten the best of me.
I would lather my pussy up for the longest time, then even taking the entire bar of soap and cramming it right up my pussy, careful to not let it get lodged up in there. I would have to continually widen my thighs, getting right up into that moist trail. And then I would draw my thighs up tight, often with my soapy hands and the bar of soap right up within me.
That feeling of total explosion, I could feel it getting the best of me, constantly telling myself that it wasn't my fault, that I had no control over it. I would turn and shove myself into the shower spray, letting it pelt me hard. Twisting and turning, I would let it hit hard at the high rise of my knockers and then arch backward to let it rush into the V of me. And then I couldn't control it, the heavy eruption would start, gushing like crazy, causing me to shudder and buckle.
Yeah, I would have to clamp my hands down over my love mound, wondering what was happening to me, fooling myself into believing that I had not actually played with myself. I wouldn't and couldn't bring myself to use that term I knew boys used, that some of the girls even used while talking in the girls' room: "Jerking off!" Not me, that was too lewd and indecent, even the thought of it frightened me.
So that was all a part of my early symbolism of the waistband of Erik's undershorts, the night I knew I would really groove on sex totally uninhibited.
The black leather strap ... stressing Erik's youthful masculinity ... Well, that was the tool of punishment my old lady had constantly hanging on a hook in the kitchen. And the tie-in to sex came that very year, only weeks before my fifteenth birthday.
I was afraid of most boys at school, but I foolishly placed a measure of safety in my cousin Rudy. Rudy was my age, dark-haired and good looking for his age. He was my contact to what sex might be like with other boys. I can't remember how it all started, but I would satisfy my curiosity about certain boys through Rudy.
It had all started innocently enough, one night after school at his house. He was an only kid, his mother and father both worked, and so his house was a paradise immediately after school let out. We were talking about gym, and I was damned curious about all the boys taking their showers together. Yeah, and needless to say, Rudy was curious about all the girls taking their showers together.
I can't remember who really started it or how it all commenced but for each girl I would describe in great detail in the nude, Rudy would describe a boy in the nude, the stress being on the size of the cock. And the various stages of hardness and all the fooling around that went on about it.
I was getting damned excited, especially after Rudy had described one boy in particular, a kid I had always been fond of. He told me that the kid would forever have a hard-on during the showers and that it was unbelievably long and thick. I kept pressing for more details, hinting that I wanted him to estimate the length of it.
My cousin Rudy was turned-on, too, I could easily tell by the constant rising at the crotch of his trousers. And I couldn't help but notice, he was forever rubbing himself there.
He came right out and asked me if I played with myself, and I denied it. Of course, I was curious about him, and he readily admitted that he did. The experimentation had to follow, I let him put his hand underneath my skirt, and I didn't fight him off when he placed my hand on his bulging crotch.
I fooled myself again, telling myself that I had a right to know about boys and that the best and safest way was to find out from my cousin Rudy. Yeah, you get to be a first-rate hypocrite about sex at a very early age when you're brought up in a cloistered climate brought about by people like my old lady.
Night after night after school, Rudy and I were always getting together, graduating from one experimentation to another. It wasn't long before he was fingering my pussy and I was stroking his cock back and forth. Let me tell you, I'll never forget the first time I watched him orgasm that way, the heavy cream spurting all over the floor.
I always associated the sexual experimentation with my cousin Rudy with undershorts, either when he would tug them off or just stick his hard cock through the fly. And then the various mutual masturbation routines weren't enough to satisfy our curiosity and I let him mount me, hurriedly shoving his cock between my legs. Damned clumsy, he came unbelievably fast, that was my first encounter.
I started getting my guilt complexes, just the way my old lady would look at me. I would avoid my cousin Rudy, telling myself that I had to avoid the temptation. Yeah, so Rudy started coming around my house more and more. Only with my old lady always hanging around, it was easy to find off the temptation, since the occasion to do something about never seemed to come up.
That one day, Rudy had a friend of his with him, a boy who had always turned me on. They came around the house while I was playing in the yard and my old lady was out shopping. I didn't need a diagram, I knew damned well my cousin had told his buddy how we had been fooling around. I knew damned well that was why the kid had come around with him.
Side by side, I moved my eyes from one bulging crotch to the other, and I suddenly didn't give a damned about sex being dirty and all that garbage I had been fed. It didn't take much for Rudy to swing the three of us into the garage and right upstairs we went, up behind a lot of crates of junk stored away up there.
Hands were all over me, crawling from all sides, and it seemed more like four dozen hands than just four. Everything was happening so fast and I was getting confused. I do remember one thing that seemed to be above the level of sheer animalism and that was the way that boy kissed me, his mouth pressing solidly to mine.
The animalism seemed to be winning out in a hurry and I soon found my skirt hiked up high and I was running my hands down about the bulging fronts of their shorts, and I couldn't understand how their trousers had come down so quickly.
Those jam-packed jockey-pouches, my hands fevering them, and my old lady's voice shouting loud for me. The enemy was advancing, I knew I was trapped. My old lady kept screaming for me to come down right that moment. It took me more than a moment to attempt to straighten myself out, but I couldn't lie my way out of that episode. My old lady had drawn in her own lewd pictures of what had gone on up there with those two boys, and she backhanded me hard and high across the face as I trembled by her on my way down.
"Go to your room!" The old words had a more menacing connotation to them. "You'll receive a punishment you'll never forget!"
The waiting ... that can hurt more than the actual slashing of the strap. You don't know what it's like, unless you've been ordered to your room to await the punishment. It's one thing to have a parent slap you fast in anger it's entirely another matter to have to wait for a premeditated bout of punishment. You feel like a lowly animal, waiting for your master.
I remember the trembling, feeling dirty all over. Sex was dirty Sex was dirty I would be reminded of that with the heavy slashing of the strap, that tense look on my old lady's face.
My old lady finally made her appearance, as though she really had to prepare herself for the punishment I deserved. She had that thick leather strap in both hands, so damned taut and ready for action. I waited, knowing I would be told to turn over and lift up my skirt. My old lady would always slash the thick leather strap across my buttocks, hurting me until I could actually feel it cutting through my panties. "Stand up!" she yelled, catching me totally off guard. "Stand up this very instant."
I obeyed her, trembling all the while, totally confused. I watched from the corner of my eye, listening to the snapping of the strap. It suddenly seemed so thick and menacing and I wondered what I could find pleasant to think about while I received the slashing of the strap. I couldn't stop trembling, not while I was on my feet and facing her. And that glare on her face, she made me feel so low and dirty all over.
"Remove your clothing!" she screeched. "I want you to be as naked as the moment you entered this world!" She seemed to lurch forward, frightening me all the more. "Hurry! Do as I say! Remove your clothing! I want you to remember this punishment, to let you know how ashamed I am for ever having brought you into this world!"
I couldn't stop my hands from trembling as I started with my sweater. The wildest part of undressing before my old lady was that I could catch my actions in the mirror and I was frightened that removing my clothes would turn me on. Yeah, I had this perverse monster within me to keep kicking back the monster that kept making it a highly sexual matter.
I soon found myself down to my panties and bra and my hands slowed and I looked over at my old lady, my eyes begging to not have to remove those two final garments.
"Everything!" She made it loud and clear and then again gave her explanation: "As the day you came into this world!" And the strap snapped loud again, rushing me to arch my arms and undo the clasp of my bra.
I had to be so careful, actually trying to not view myself in the mirror, trying not to use any of my poses the ones I employed to turn myself on whenever I was alone. I had to let go of the stretch garment and I could feel my lush knockers rushing right out there, the tips of them standing so rigid.
I had the one perverse moment of pride, knowing that my knockers were already larger than my old lady's. And mine jutted right out there, so milkwhite, while hers always seemed to be flattened down within the confines of so much plain clothing. Yeah, I could sense her eyes traveling all over my knockers with a sense of envy.
I had to remove my panties before her and that seemed the hardest thing to do. I didn't dare trail my hands tightly down my sides, enjoying the feel of myself. I brought my hands down abruptly to the waistband of my panties, hesitating again, wanting to turn away from her. I heard the snap of the strap, caught that mean glare from her in the corner of my eye and I hurriedly hooked a lot of trembling fingers into the elastic band.
Down down I tried not to think about it as I rushed them downward, feeling my snatch go bare-as I tugged them all the way down and stepped out of that final garment.
"Don't you ever abuse that!" she snapped the strap up against my love mound. "Now stand up and get your hands behind your back!"
I was dumbfounded, unable to believe what was about to happen to me. But it was taking place and I worked my hands behind me, clasping them hard, ready to absorb as much of the anticipated pain as I possibly could.
"Don't ever let a boy fool with that again!" she shrilled, and the strap slashed hard at my love mound, flaying the hairs of my honey-hued pubic bush about. "Not ever again " And the very tip of the doubled-up strap pounded up into my pussy-lips, paining me terribly. I had to get used to the feel of the slashing of the strap across my pussy. That mode of punishment was suddenly so different than the slashing of I lie strap across my buttocks.
I had grown accustomed to that mode of punishment, making a sexual-fantasy game of the thick leather scorching into the filminess of my panties. And in that old form of punishment, I had been able to sink my face into the pillow and close my eyes and bring in pleasant images.
The slashing of my pussy the thick leather pelting it unmercifully I couldn't instantly cope with it. I tried closing my eyes, but the strap slashed across my pussy all the harder, instantly welting it.
"Open your eyes, Brenda!" she shrilled in time with the slashing of the strap. "You're to never forget this punishment for your lewd ways!"
I had to open my eyes, the punishment of my wayward pussy continuing. I somehow found a way to stare straight ahead, taking the heavy leather-slashing of my love mound. I had to think of something pleasant and all that would come to my mind was that jam-packed jockey-pouch on that boy ... I had run my hand greedily all over it, I had been so damned close to working my hand inside and grabbing the real thing.
Oh, the very real thing, throbbing and breathing and just about living as a separate thing. I would have had my hand solidly about that swollen prick a big step in my life. Experimenting with my cousin Rudy, that had been a different matter. It was as though that had all been the prelude to getting at another boy's cock. And the touching of that other boy's swollen prick, that would only have been the prelude to the very real action. But I had never gotten past the stage of rubbing my hand on the jam-packed front of his undershorts....
The punishment stopped and I suddenly felt so damned robbed. At least if I had gone a little further with that boy ... but I had paid a big price, my pussy swollen and aching. And as my old lady left my bedroom, my eyes remained glued to the thick black leather strap dangling from her hand.
That was how I was left on that eventful day so early in my life ... the reality of the strap in my old lady's hand ... the fantasy of what was beyond the jam-packed jockey shorts I had hand-fevered.
"We've got the run of the house!" Alex rushed toward me, pulling me out of my thoughts of my straight and narrow upbringing. I worked my narrow line of sight from the elastic band of his shorts showing over the black belt and tried to concentrate on him.
We were alone, all his fraternity brothers home for the long weekend. He pulled me into his arms and I was instantly aware of the bulging front of him locking right into the V of my thighs. He jammed his mouth down on mine and I grooved on the gnashing of his teeth into my lips. Yeah, and then the power of his muscular thighs pressing mine. The power the strength of the male I wanted it to totally overpower me. Yeah, then I wouldn't be afraid to go all the way, to really soar with the sexual kicks I knew I desperately needed.
"Alex! Take me hard!" I ran my hands solidly at his back, working them up under his T-shirt. "Force me! Take me with a lot of force hard and fast!"
"I don't understand "
"I need to be forced oh, please, Alex!" And I clung to him.
"Yeah, I think I understand " And his hands instantly tightened down on my buttocks, drawing me forcefully into him. I responded instantly, gyrating my snatch right up into him, going totally animal at the sudden display of power on his part.
"Oh, I get the scene " And his hands suddenly seemed to be pounding in on my buttocks and I was coming alive at the show of power.
"Force me to take your clothes off, Alex! Let me groove on you just in your undershorts!" I hesitated, biting down hard on my lower lip, surprised that I had actually mouthed my perverse desire. I had to face myself, I had been having fantasies of viewing all the handsome young guys of the world walking around in only their undershorts, all showing exaggerated jam-packed jock-pouches. Yeah, and with me rushing about, my hands roaming from one living, breathing front to the other, making wild size-comparisons.
"Please, Alex, force me! Make me undress you!"
"I dig I dig!" He suddenly widened his stance, bringing his hands up to the back of my head and jamming me forward. "I've heard about this scene and it sounds wild!" and he pounded his hands hard at the back of my head.
He hesitated, wondering if he should have done that. I let out a shrill cry of delight, writhing continually into his show of strength, and he damned sure got the answer in the affirmative. Then his hands couldn't be stopped, mauling and jamming at me, pressing hard all over me.
"Take my clothes off!" he ordered me, suddenly and solidly into it, forcing my hands at the bottom of his T-shirt. "Yank it off and fast, Brenda-honey!"
I obeyed, turned-on fantastically. I grooved on the sight of his solid expanse of sun-bronzed chest, yanking the formfitting T-shirt off his arms and over his head.
"Yeah, I dig this scene!" I seemed to have brought out many hidden desires in him, his hands savagely clamping down on my shoulders.
"Take my sneakers off!" he ordered me, shoving me all the way down.
Maybe I was to just bend over, since I had to untie the sneakers to remove them. But I went all the way down, as though I had always been meant to be down on the knees in the position of male-worship.
I thudded right down on my knees, widening my stance and instantly grooving on the aching sensation splitting through my pussy. I could feel that special pain down there racing wildly through the instant moistness and it brought out all the animal within me. It was within me, all right, locked up too damned securely. I "could suddenly feel the pounding of Alex's hand on the back of my head and more and more of the animal was being unleashed within me. I bent right over to untie his sneakers, but not until I had looked solidly up into the powerful V of his thighs, showing all that hard meat and balls imprisoned up there.
I untied one sneaker and then the other, grooving on the sight of no socks. I urged him to lift one foot and I pulled off the sneaker. I couldn't understand it, but I had the wildest urge to get my mouth lower and lower, closer and closer to his feet. I did part of it, he did the rest, my lips resting on his toes.
I went wild, my tongue flicking out to race all over his foot. And then his hands clamped down harder on my head, seemingly commanding me to really worship his feet. I had to make a ritual of it, licking and lapping at every toe. I could feel the saliva flowing down the corner of my lips and I just had to get into more and more, soaring with the feeling of subservience to the handsome male.
The other foot ... I went to that one with a sureness. I had fumbled into the foot-worship act on the first foot, but I went totally into it on the second. I held it lovingly, letting out a string of sounds from down deep in my throat. I continually looked up at the bulging crotch, knowing and respecting my master. And then I worked my line of sight solidly up for a meeting of the eyes with Alex. I didn't have to put it in words, he knew that I was totally at his disposal, to worship him in every way possible.
The sexual worship of that foot ... it was so symbolic of what we were getting into. And as I worked my open mouth from toe to toe, licking and lapping, I knew there could be no turning back for me. I had to widen my stance all the more on my knees, getting that special ache down there, knowing then that I was meant to be subservient to the male, to please him in every way, to always be ready to humiliate myself.
"Kiss my feet!" Alex suddenly roared, totally into it, sensing that he was to be totally the master. "Work that tongue all over, each toe, baby!"
I was into it, licking and lapping and going wild, the saliva flowing freely from the corner of my mouth.
"This is our thing!" he informed me, hooking his hands into my sweater and yanking up hard, my hands flying off his feet, bringing that worship to an end. He pulled the sweater hard off my head and tossed it to one side. He jammed his hands down hard on my knockers, slamming hard into them, getting me accustomed to the rough sexual drive of him.
"Get my pants off!" he ordered me, grabbing my hands and planting them up on the large buckle of his leather belt. "Do as I fuckin' well tell you!" He put himself instantly and totally in charge.
I looked up at him, aware of a new Alex, knowing that I had brought out a sadistic streak that had been hidden somewhere within him. He had that fierce sexual glare on his face and he backed it up by hooking his hands savagely into my hair, suddenly yanking hard, getting right at the roots.
The feel of that large buckle ... my fingers straying over to the feel of the leather ... , . I was on fire, about to scream out my want. I managed to unbuckle it with my trembling fingers, then ran them over the leather, that special feel doing wild things to me. I had to experience the leather in more ways, grooving on the sight of the black leather directly above the waistband of his shorts. The two went to get her so beautifully, what it was really all about for me in the sexual realm.
The black leather ... the fascination was getting the best of me and Alex could sense it. He jammed my head up closer to it, my lips getting the first taste of it, my nose experiencing the special scent of it. I ran my tongue out and licked and lapped at the black leather, going sexual bananas as the saliva dripped freely from the corner of my mouth.
I had the one moment of hesitation, wanting to look up and see what Alex thought of my madness. I didn't have to, those sounds coming from him and the surge of strength in his hands told me that he was grooving on our instantly created scene, that he was turning out to be the perfect counterpart to my needs.
I had to go the limit, I had to prove to him that I would be his totally subservient sexual slave and that he would be my dominating master. I had to prove it, and suddenly that black leather strap became the symbol. I edged my mouth back from it and stressed the tugging out of the strap from the loops. I caught Alex off guard for a moment, but he went along with it, letting me tug the thick black leather out of the loops.
I made a sexual presentation of it to him. I doubled it up just as my old lady always did before slashing me with it and held it up for him to take. He had that one moment of doubt, that baffled look on his face. I didn't want to have to come right out and beg him to use the strap on me, to order me into any sexual acts for his gratification.
I snapped the strap loud and clear, tensing all of my body as I did. And then again, louder, letting that certain cry of delight come from down deep in my throat.
"I dig, Brenda-honey, I dig!" He took the strap from my hands, tightening it instantly, holding it over me. "Now get my fly unzipped and my pants down!" he threatened me with a loud snap of the strap. "I want you to get on my cock!"
Get on my cock ... I trembled with delight, those words crashing back and forth in my mind. Yeah, and I had to still the excitement in my fingers to function properly to undo that top button and bring the zipper down. I let out a greedy cry of delight, the V-patch of white cotton coming into view, the start of the tremendous cockbulge positioned beautifully there.
"Down, baby, down!" And Alex took his first experimental step with the strap, snapping it down across my buttocks, holding back on the power of the slash. I let out a squeal of delight, writhing and twisting as I tugged down on the snug dungaree-cutoffs. I did everything but actually mouth the words to tell him of my desire to experience more of the strap.
"Faster, baby, faster!" And he worked the strap harder and harder across my buttocks, the sting penetrating my clothing down there, reminding me that I couldn't wait to be totally nude. "Get them off me!" And he stepped out of the shorts, seemingly posing in only his jockey shorts, the muscular thighs seeming so powerful.
I had to suck in hard on my breath as I rushed my hands up to what was so symbolic of sexual desire to me the jam-packed front of his shorts. I had to run my hands greedily all over that living, breathing pouch, making out the thick and long shaft of swollen prick aimed upward until the very tip of it was just about ready to protrude through the waistband. I had to trace the huge balls and the powerful V of him down there. I had to really get into it and I was picking up right where I had left off when my old lady had walked in on us. Crazy ... I couldn't even think of that boy's name, but I could damned sure recall the thrilling feel of the jam-packed front of his undershorts. Well, I was going wild on Alex's cotton front, my eyes roaming around the room for a brief moment, unable to believe that I finally had the sexual freedom I had craved for so damned long.
I was so damned smug thinking about my bitchin' old lady back home. I almost wished she could see me then, my hands racing all over the front of Alex's underwear. I couldn't seem to make up for all that lost time and I thought I would wear out the cotton if I kept at it any longer.
I worked my eyes up to the elastic band and I had the most perverse moment of fear. I recalled how my hands had started to race to the elastic band way back then ... when my old lady had discovered and punished me. I suddenly was convulsed in fear, telling myself that another force of authority could break in on us and spoil it all for me ... just when I was really rolling.
I couldn't let that frustration get the best of me again and I reinforced my grip on the waistband and tugged down hard and fast. I let out a shrill cry of victory, the swollen prick seemingly twice as large and thick as it jutted into position, bobbing steadily, the huge balls bouncing back and forth in the low-slung scrotum. It was all there before me, so free and easy and I wondered what all the past frustration had been about. I hated my bitchin' old lady, all of her repressed feelings being responsible for holding me back. All before me and I meant to have it. And yet, I was frightened, not certain how to proceed, all those old fears still haunting me.
"Mouth it!" Alex roared. "Run that tongue all over my cock and balls!"
All so fast I couldn't believe it was happening to me. Yeah, it was from one extreme of self-denial to the other extreme of total sexual abandon. I just didn't know how to cope with it and I wanted to run, the moistness of my pussy getting the best of me. I bolted backward, dropping my hands down.
"Don't stop now!" Alex roared and he started working that strap over my back and down about my buttocks. "Go to it, dig that cock and balls!" And the strap slashed hard across the exposed back of my thighs, stinging me brutally.
My mind raced back to the slashing of the strap in my old lady's hands and my confused mind told me that I had to get back at her. I ran my tongue out wildly, working my hands back up to cradle the huge balls and the base of the swollen prick. I raced my mouth all over it, pulling in on my breath, grooving on the scent of cock. I licked and lapped, grooving on the taste of it I kept my eyes opened and grooved on the sight of it.
"You're gonna get it now, baby!" Alex was going wild. "Let's get you the fuck out of those clothes and fast!" he urged me back up on my feet.
I started to undo the clasp of my bra, anxious to be totally free of clothing. I watched Alex, that strap so damned taut in his hands. I wanted to experience it all over my body while I was standing, knowing that it would be the first time that it would be a totally sexual kick. I wanted the strap and I didn't give a damned whether or not I could fully understand my perverse need.
I stopped my hands on the clasp of my bra, holding them there in a wild pose, purposely taunting Alex.
"Get those fuckin' clothes off!" he roared, tightening his hands on the doubled-up strap.
"Make me!" I hissed, holding my hands at the clasp of my bra, throwing my frame right out to him. "You think you can make me do it?! " I went after his manhood.
"I'll show you, baby!" And he started the strap across my hips, spinning me wildly about. "So this is what you want!" He slashed the strap even harder across my bare midsection, catching me right about the waistline of my skirt. "You wanna see that fuckin' bra come off!" The new Alex really frightened me. "This is how!" And he hooked one hand into the stretch front and yanked hard, tearing it apart, sending me reeling up against the wall. That astonished look on his face I'll never forget it. I had that sadistic streak totally out of him, controlling him, and it did perverse things to him. He checked the torn bra in his hands and then tossed it aside, continually advancing on me.
"Get out of those clothes, baby, we're gonna ball like crazy now!"
I was trembling, somehow managing to get at the button and short zipper at the side of my skirt. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my skirt and half slip, kicking off my sandals as I did. I brought them down quickly, stepping out of them and jutting my panty-covered love mound right out there, sensing it throb like crazy.
I recalled the time I had been down to only my panties before my old lady, while she waited to punish me. I hooked my hands into the waistband of my sole remaining garment, watching the anxiety get the best of Alex, his hard cock jutting right out there, bobbing up and down at that perfect angle.
I slowly withdrew my fingers from the elastic band, stepping back slightly and giving him that smug glance.
"You do it, Alex ... you know how I want you to take my panties off." I worked my hands up to the high rise of my knockers, reminding him of how he had torn my bra off me. "Oh, do it!" I held myself rigid for him. "Make me hurt all over please!"
"I'll show you!" he savagely hooked his hands into the filmy garment. "Baby, we're gonna really make it!" And he yanked hard and ripped the filmy panties right off my shuddering frame. And then he really went wild with the torn material in his hands. He ripped them up all the more, my eyes going from that wild scene to where he had let the strap fall from his hands to the floor.
"I want you to do something for me, Alex," I whispered hoarsely, calmly picking up the strap and handing it to him again. "I have a need a real need...." And I just had to tell him, even if I had to beg him to do it. "I want you to strap my pussy."
"What?"
"Yeah, strap it hard!" I tried to shove the strap in his hands. "I have a need, Alex, a real need! Please take care of my need!"
"You're crazy "
"No, my old lady was crazy!" I screeched back, still holding the strap for him to take. "She strapped my pussy for catching me fooling around!" I was trembling and couldn't stop myself, actually fearful that I would topple over. "I've been afraid ever since! Can't you understand I've never really had sex not all the way!" I hesitated, struggling to catch my breath. "Please take care of my need," I finally whimpered.
"Then you're gonna be mine." He took the strap from my hands. "However I want you "
"Your property, Alex," I pledged. "Use me like dirt, if you want, however you want me, but please take care of my need!"
"My property " That really turned him on, and it got him in motion, tightening as he drew back and slashed the strap hard across the front of me, the first blow landing high up above my pubic bush.
"Right on it!" I shrilled, jutting my midsection right out there to experience the strap. "Oh, please "
"Just as I want you " He slashed the strap again, the slashing landing low, directly below my needy pussy.
"Do it!" I shrilled. "I can take it, hard across my pussy. Or can't you do it?! " I taunted him. "Hard, make my cunt hurt!" I had the need to express it rough and raw.
"You bitch " He tightened and started the strap hard across the front of me, the slashing right on target, hard and raw against my love mound, the double-up tip of it continually banging up into the moistness of my pussy.
"Oh, take it!" He slashed the strap continually across my love mound, welting it instantly. "We're gonna get in on some wild groups together, Brenda-honey!" He aroused my curiosity.
I wanted to know more about it, always sensing that various underground sexual groups existed on campus. But I never had the chance, not once he flung the strap down and jammed me right down on the floor.
He had my thighs spread wide apart, my toes aimed to the sky. Breathing heavily, he moved right into the V of me, aiming the thick cockhead at the start of my pussy. The bed was right there, not only his on one side of the room, but the other bed belonging to his roommate.
Our scene didn't call for a bed, that would have been just too tame once he had slashed the strap across my pussy. He didn't have to bother with any other foreplay, that wasn't needed once the sadistic slashing of the strap had done it all.
"Hard...." I whimpered my special need. "Make me hurt, please, hurt ... hurt!"
"All the way, Brenda-honey!" And his voice was cut off as he thrust me sadistically, right up high on his knees. He didn't have to utter another word, his actions were all the way. I thought the sharp cockthrust would tear me apart, the long drive downward paining all of my body.
He shoved me right up to me. Not content with the full thrust of his cock, he used his hands solidly on my buttocks, shoving me right up to the full slam of his cock. I could feel the low-slung balls shoved right up into the inner reaches of my thighs and still he was working at that initial union.
All the way ... that's what it was and it took me quite a while to get accustomed to the feel of so much thick and long cock swelling all of me down there. I did get used to it, loving it instantly, ready to writhe and twist and beg for the action.
The long wait was over for me and I wanted to screech out at the top of my voice that sex was not dirty. Sex was beautiful! The most thrilling thing I had encountered that far in my life. And the more I dug the feel of cock jamming my pussy the more and more I hated my old lady and all her narrow beliefs about life in general and sex in particular.
I wondered if she had ever really enjoyed a cock, and then I felt so damned sorry for my father. Yeah, his life had been so empty with my old lady, and I wished he could know the joy I was feeling at that moment.
"We're gonna ride, baby!" Alex expertly thrust me, taking those long full cock-sweeps up and down, up high on his knees to really make me feel the power of his hard cock. I felt so safe with Alex, clinging to him, my hands wrapped about his back, my nails clawing just enough to remind him that I could take more and more and then even more.
I felt so much a part of Alex and it was hard to understand that we had grown up so far apart, that we had known each other for so short a span of time. The college campus that had been our common meeting ground, and I was grateful for it. We could so honestly communicate with one another, so much of it spilling over in our lovemaking.
All the way ... , . I'll always remember how he warned me of his eruption, wanting me to make it with him. That wonderful drifting off together, soaring the limit and then coming back down to Earth together. Yeah, and then both of our bodies thudding to a halt I thought of how terrific it would be to have that entire long weekend alone with Alex in that Frat house to make up for all the lost time, my years of frustration that seemed like so many eternities.
I had to know more about Alex, and as I realized, his upbringing has been a total contrast to mine. His parents were divorced and quite open about sex. He lived with both of his parents at one time or another, not hating either one. He might have been indifferent about them, but never any hate.
Sex had come easily to Alex, even before he hid entered high school. And during high school, especially once he had his own car, the dates came easy to him, usually girls of upper middle class families. And during his last two years of high school he attended swinging parties, the couples changing off and even performing sexually before one another.
Two totally different sexual life styles blending to make it together. I had my need, the need to soar beyond all the sexual repression I had always known And Alex, he seemed to have the need to break through what had become a very routine thing for him.
We would be swinging partners, knowing what we needed, but also knowing that we both wanted to experience other sex-mates. I didn't have to wait long to satisfy my curiosity about the groups Alex had mentioned. Here and there, on and off campus, were the various sexual clusters of young people who dug specific scenes. And let me tell you, the Bondage cults were all over the place, with plenty of available partners for fast swapping. They were basically straight, but you could make it either way, with no holds barred.
We graduated from kick to kick, swinging at the various weekend sprees, always looking for more and being less and less satisfied. Alex started to really frighten me, always seeking wilder kicks, growing continually more sadistic in his actions with me. And he started humiliating me more and more, especially in front of others. And when he was high on stuff, there was no telling how far he might want to go with me.
I got to know most of his Fraternity brothers and I was really hung up on Gene and Rick. They were both terrific studs, stars on the football team. All those muscles, especially whenever they were together, was enough to really drive me sexual-bananas.
They both had their own chicks and I envied them. Talk about greedy, I wanted Alex to be mine and yet I couldn't take my eyes off those two guys.
I couldn't quite pin it down but all three of the fraternity brothers seemed to have a thing going among themselves, trying to show each other who had the most control over his chick.
Dominance seemed to be the name of the game, as though a girl was property to please a guy. I could have told them that Alex had the most dominance over his chick me. I grooved on considering myself his property. I had swung with a few other guys, but only at weekend bashes, whenever Alex wanted to trade off with the other couple.
I knew Gene's girl quite well and had talked a few times with Rick's girl, and I could tell right away that they didn't dig my scene. Maybe they might have leaned toward the masochistic, digging a certain amount of suffering, but not openly or intentionally.
I wanted kicks with Gene and Rick and I could tell that Alex's sensed that. We didn't have to discuss it but he made it clear that it would have to be on his terms. That was how I wanted it to. Perverse, I know, but I wanted to service their cocks with Alex right in on it. A sense of basic sexual honesty, that was what I wanted, especially after I had grown up in a sea of hypocrisy.
I was getting anxious to make out with Gene and Rick and I would go through the wildest fantasies of servicing both of their cocks at once. Yeah, right down on my knees, I had the wildest notion that I could actually manage both cocks in my mouth at once, riding them as once, getting them to come together. That, and having them both shove cock to me and I mean together, front and back. Wild, I know, but all my sexual thoughts of Alex's two best buddies were together. I pictured them both taking me through the really wild sexual hoops, grooving together.
I could feel the encounter about to take place and it had reached a point with Alex that it had to be his idea. He had to be in charge of the kicks. All I did was plant the seeds, then he'd take it from there. I had a way of looking at Gene and Rick, whenever Alex was around. I would purposely work my eyes right down at their crotches, letting them know how I would love to mouth-service their cocks. Yeah, and I showed them all the panty-crotch I could and shoved my tightly sweatered knockers right out there for them to hook their eyes into me.
I assumed that they both had fairly routine sex lives with their chicks and I knew I could show them both a lot of new kicks. And something told me that Alex was doing a lot of bragging about me. I dug that, grooving on the special brand of humiliation of having your guy's buddies know what a hot twat you've got.
The big opportunity was on its way, I could sense it with the coming of another long holiday weekend. I'll tell you the tipoff, when both Gene and Rick's girlfriends were going home, leaving the two of them behind, supposedly to cram for upcoming exams. I knew what they planned to cram and my pussy was continually aching in wild anticipation.
That first evening, a Friday evening finally came and I was busy in my dorm room, getting clothes ready and other personal details out of the way. Yeah, greedy bitch that I was, I was preparing for a long hot weekend. Alex had called earlier, telling me that he would be playing tennis with Gene and Rick and some other kid. He didn't say openly that he'd be bringing Gene and Rick with him, and I knew damned well I didn't have to ask.
I was really getting to be the sexual animal, the real bitch in heat. I had a lot of lost time to make up for, not swinging during my high school years, always so damned frustrated. Well, that frustration was far behind me and I dressed for the sexual spree I anticipated. I only needed three items of clothing, I smugly told myself. My snugest hot pants and a matching halter, and my sandals. I jokingly told myself that it really amounted to four items. The hell with panties, I posed to check my scanty outfit in the mirror. The one thing I dug the most about the crushed velvet hot pants was the way it hugged hard at my loveslit, actually showing the fine indentation.
Tennis ... I had not stopped to really think about their game, since I didn't play. That was a game for the more upper middle class kids, a part of his high school past, and definitely not a part of mine. like I told you about my old lady any kind of real fun or enjoyment was considered sinful. So I didn't stop to think that the three of them would be at my door still wearing their tennis whites.
I went ape, the very moment I opened the door to let the three of them in. I guess most people know, you're allowed guests of the opposite sex in your dorm rooms at just about all hours of the day or night at just about all the colleges and universities in the country today. It wasn't that way a few years back, but there was just as much sexual swinging going on the kids just had to work harder at finding places to get together.
Alex strutted in, followed by Gene and Rick. Don't ask me why, but those tennis whites were so damned sexually arousing, bringing out their muscular builds to the hilt. And not just one guy but three of them.
I looked them over, noting once again that Gene was built so much like Alex and that they were both dark-skinned and had thick crops of black hair. They both had those deep, highly sensual eyes and they both had one other thing in common they both knew they were handsome.
Rich was a taller and lankier sandy-haired kid. With him, you could describe him best by the cliche: The boy next door look. He always turned me on in skintight dungarees or cutoff shorts, those lean thighs of his so damned msucular, the bulge of him at the crotch always quite solid. In tennis whites, he was enough to drive me instantly bananas, my pussy moist enough to float away.
I didn't have to ask them to make themselves comfortable, they did that on their own. They were sprawling all over the place, one on the bed, the other on a chair and the other on the floor. I really went ape then, my eyes zooming from one to the other, grooving right in on the white tennis shorts, all of them showing me their cotton shorts or jockstraps beneath. I put my perverse mind to work, grooving on that wildness, telling myself that while Alex wore undershorts, both Gene and Rick wore athletic supporters on underneath their tennis shorts. I was working my greedy eyes back and forth, and since they were sprawled out like that, thighs wide apart, I could look right up at those jam-packed jock-pouches.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Alex was smug about it all.
I started to pull away from them, pouting that he had called the shots on me. I didn't get very far, not once Alex grabbed me by the arm and spun me around, forcing me to kneel directly before him.
"Don't pull that pouting shit on me, Brenda-honey!" He was obviously showing off for his buddies' benefit. "You want to look at their cocks, I'll let you do it openly...." He paused, tightening his grip on my arm. He had his legs straddled wide and I couldn't help but have my eyes right up to the jam-packed front of his jockeys.
"I might let you really ball," he was even more smug. "If you're honest about it all. I mean, their girls had to go home, so no reason why you don't service them over the long weekend," he calmly shrugged.
I let my eyes roam about, studying both Gene and Rick, noting that they were wideeyed at Alex's treatment of me. I was turning them on, I could sense that, both of them shifting about uneasily.
"I want you to tell my buddies what you are to me, Brenda-baby. Tell them exactly how it is." And he grabbed my hair and yanked hard on it.
"I'm your property." I sucked in hard on my breath, letting my eyes roam again from Gene to Rick, enjoying what I saw all the more. "I belong to you, Alex."
"And you do as I say, right?! "
"Yes, whatever you say." I was taking all the hard yanking of my hair without making even the slightest sound.
"I see you wore something sexy for the boys," Alex laughed, turning my face up toward him.
"I didn't know they were coming--. "
"Bullshit, baby!" he called the shots on me.
"Now go in the closet and get your favorite toy and I'll show the boys what you really dig."
I was starting to get up, so damned anxious to get the thick black whip Alex had picked up for our really wild sprees. Yeah, we had read up on bondage and were determined to try just about everything. I didn't get too far, Alex tripping me and sending me sprawling on the floor.
"I want you to crawl, baby!" He was solidly into one of his dominating moods. "You stay right down on your fuckin' knees until I tell you different!"
I obeyed Alex, noting the astonished looks on their faces, both Gene and Rick too damned dumbfounded to say anything. I crawled right over to the closet and got that whip out, hurriedly returning it to Alex. He snapped it loud and clear, damned close to my buttocks.
"Turn it around, baby, I'll just give the boys a preview of what you dig."
I couldn't wait to get into position, putting my buttocks right out there for Alex to punish with the whip. I dug the whip even more than the strap. It had those tips that really zinged into the flesh, stinging you beautifully.
"If you want it ask for it, let the boys hear you asking for it."
"Please," I whimpered, running my eyes from Gene's muscular thighs to Rick's, the wanting really frustrating me. I could only think of taking it out via the whip, that would make up for what I wanted, right between their legs. "Let me have it!" I shrilled, my want getting the best of me. "Please let me having it hard hard!" And my mind made a conglomeration of the whip, the power in Alex's hands and those stud-fronts sprawled out before me. The new cocks ... the ones that I had yet to experience . , . that was what was driving me wild. Total frustration just as waiting for Alex to start slashing the whip across my buttocks was sheer frustration.
"Take it, baby!" Alex roared, totally into his sadistic streak. "Hear it zing!" And he worked the whip repeatedly across my buttocks.
"Oh, wild!" Gene was the first to react, getting up and rubbing hard at his crotch as he did. "I didn't believe you " he gasped, telling me what I had always suspected, that Alex bragged about me to his buddies.
"How does she take it?" Rick leaned forward, eyes glued to the whip falling hard on my buttocks.
"I love it!" I shrilled, letting the saliva start at the corner of my mouth. "I love all I can get!" And I greedily stressed the hooking of my eyes into their crotch-areas.
"Sit back and relax, guys," Alex stopped the whip. "I'll send her around to you, right down on her knees."
"Oh, wow, yeah!" Gene moaned, starting to tug up inside his shorts, so obviously to pull out his hard cock.
"Not yet," Alex motioned for them both to restrain themselves. "First let her sniff and get her mouth on your shorts and jockstraps, she's a wild bitch for that. And then, who knows, if she's a good bitch, I'll let her graduate to the cock."
I waited, right down on my knees, knowing that I had to get the word from Alex. I had started him out on that dominating trek and he had really grown in the role, openly grooving on it.
"Okay, bitch!" he roared at me, "make the rounds, crawl from one crotch to the other and show the guys what a hot mouth you've got!"
I started moving toward Gene, noting the triangle before me, the way they seemed to be sitting at extreme points from one another. I couldn't wait to get at those cocks, instantly breathing heavily in wild anticipation. I was up close to Gene, my eyes zooming right up inside the legs of his white tennis shorts, grooving on the jam-packed jock pouch. I started my hands up to grope it, but Alex's voice boomed large, stopping me.
"Hold it!" he shouted. "I didn't say you could use your hands yet!" he mocked me. "That'll come later, if you do a great job of sniffing around, with plenty of licking and lapping. Give them a preview of how great you are with your mouth!"
I brought my hands down to my sides, rushing my head right up solidly into the wide V of Gene's muscular thighs. I flicked my tongue right out there and started it up one thigh, rushing the tip of it right up to the jam-packed jock-pouch. I could feel it living, breathing and anxious to be tugged out of the stretch garment. All I could do was run my tongue all over it.
I could feel Gene's hands on my head, urging me to really get up in there. I was getting the taste of cock, wetting that pouch until I could make out the outline of cock underneath it. I was close to the real thing, working frantically, when Alex's voice boomed loud and clear.
"Move on, baby!" he roared. "Crawl right over to Rick! He looks like he's about to explode!"
I was reluctant to leave the wild beachhead I had set up with Gene, but damned anxious to crawl over to Rick. I rushed right over there on the second lap of my three-way trip. I was grooving on how Rick had his thighs spread out wide and I could look right up at the jock pouch that seemed about ready to explode.
"Oh, she really digs Rick's meat!" Alex moaned, rubbing hard at his own crotch. "Get right up in there, Brenday-honey, show 'em your stuff!"
I showed Rick my stuff, anxious to show him how great I could service him, smugly thinking of how I could easily replace his girl. I started my tongue right down on his sneaker and worked it right up that lean and muscular thigh, grooving on the great taste of him. All the way up, I jammed my tongue right up into the leg of his white shorts and solidly over the pouch of his jockstrap.
I had to let out a string of shrill animal sounds, so many of my fantasies taking the form of reality. All that hard cock and those huge balls imprisoned within that pouch were about as beautifully real as you could get. I worked a lot of saliva into the stretch material, the taste and shape and form of the stud-prick coming through.
"Over here, baby!" Alex roared. "Right back to your owner!"
My owner ... as much as I grooved on the excitement of new cocks, Gene and Rick driving me wild, I knew damned well I needed an owner. I had to be a dominant male's property and Alex had learned fast, really knowing how to own a chick.
I crawled right over to him, and as always I found the wide spread of his muscular thighs damned exciting. I moved solidly into the V of him. I waited, just long enough to clamp his hands roughly about the back of his neck and shove me solidly into the front of his white tennis shorts.
"That's what you've got to do to her to really get her going!" he let his buddies know, holding me right down there to him. I went wild under the stress of his hands and the eyes of Gene and Rick solidly on my action. I was sniffing right in there, getting my tongue right up into the leg of his shorts, licking and lapping up at the jam-packed front of his underwear.
"Okay, Brenda, you can make the rounds again!" he shoved me roughly away from him. "Only this time you can use your hands and yank cock out!"
I couldn't wait to get back at Gene, my hands rushing right into the leg of his shorts and working at the pouch to free that swollen cock. I had it out in record time, just as I slammed to a halt on my knees before him. I let out a greedy sound and sent my tongue flicking up and down the real thing, grooving in circular motions around the base of it.
I was thrown completely off guard, suddenly feeling Gene's hands ramming sadistically down on my head, really hurting me, shoving me down into his swollen prick.
"Eat, baby, eat!" He had learned a lesson fast from Alex. And then I had to gasp hard, feeling his hands pounding at the back of my head, his knees jamming upward to really lock me into him. That surge of power, he really had me going rushing to please him every way I could.
"Crawl on, baby!" Alex ordered me, and I wondered if he envied the dominating way Gene had handled me.
I couldn't wait to get to Rick, those lean thighs glistening with raw power. I crawled right over to him, right up into the wide V of him and ran my greedy hands up both legs, centering on the jam-packed jock-pouch. I pushed, shoved and yanked my hands all over it, pulling the stud-prick out and stroking it firmly. I worked my mouth down on it, anxious to get all the way down on it.
Rick's hands ... they were moving tenderly on my head, the fingers gentle in my hair. I didn't want that, I had to animal to him. He was running his hands from my hair down along the sides of my neck, softer and softer.
I was confused and I looked up at him, his smile easy and warm. I wanted sheer animalism, I wanted to be forced into the wildest and most perverse scenes. I wanted to scream for him to hurt me, to treat me like dirty. Yeah, like Alex and Gene. Gene had the sadistic touch, maybe even more fierceful than Alex. But Rick didn't have it. I grooved on him as a person, also digging everything physical about him, but he made me feel ashamed of being down on my knees like that. I had to bring out the animalism in him, I had to experience all the power capable of surging through him.
"She--likes it rough, Rick," Alex teased his buddy. "You don't treat a chick like that so dainty-like. Bring it over here, Brenda-honey, let me show Rick how you dig the treatment."
I took that one last look up into Rick's face, sensing that it would take a great deal to bring out the sadistic streak within him. It's there, in just about most guys, but it doesn't always surface. We had that one great meeting of the eyes and I hesitated as long as I dared, flicking the very tip of his cock a kiss before I started crawling back to Alex.
I could see the meanness taking hold in Alex, long before I made it over to him. He grabbed hard at me, shoving me directly up into the wide spread of his legs. He jammed me right into him, forcing my face flush to his crotch. I could feel the heavy thuds at the back of my head, reminding me that he was calling the shots.
"Get those hot pants off, baby!" Alex ordered me. "Let the boys get at your pussy."
I had my halter off in record time, aiming my knockers right over at Gene. He would be the big conquest that night, if only I could bring out the sadism that had to be buried somewhere within him. I had to get up on my feet to tug down the hot pants and I was being the real bitch about it. I tugged them down slow, enjoying posing for the guys. Yeah, I moved it right around as my flame-haired pussy came into sight. But then when it was really bare, just as the hot pants were down about my thighs, I aimed it right over at Rick.
That hard cock standing tall, sticking out of his tennis shorts and jockstrap was enough to drive me out of my mind, and I wanted to rush right over and pin myself on that hard jut of swollen prick. I had to bite down hard on my lower lip and really control myself, tugging down on my hot pants until I could step out of them.
"Brenda can be quite a servant," Alex smugly informed his buddies, letting me stand there in the middle of the room. "You don't have to bother to undress yourselves, she'll gladly do it for you."
"Anytime at all!" Gene moaned, stretching all the more, giving a great show of his muscular frame. "I'm ready!"
You heard the man, Brenda!" Alex leaned forward. "You can start with Gene. Get right over there and undress him. Yeah, and then get over to Rick and undress him, before he explodes out of those clothes."
"Come right here!" Gene spread his arms out to me. "Get these damned clothes off me and fast!" He had a natural way of being a boss.
"It's old stuff for me!" Alex bragged, starting to undress himself. "So I'll let her concentrate on serving you guys for now."
Gene was up on his feet, really posing for me, giving me a wild preview of all he had to offer. I hooked my fingers quickly into the white T-shirt and tugged up, letting out a shrill cry of delight at the sight of his wide expanse of muscled chest, so fantastically sun-bronzed. He had a perfectly shaped mat of black hair on it, adding to the sense of virility. I had his arms all the way up, pulling the T-shirt off his head. I had to show Rick how wild I could groove, get him into the sadistic urge of it. I suddenly rushed my mouth to first one of Gene's armpits and then the other. I licked and lapped, back and forth, getting the wildest sounds from Gene.
I finally stopped licking and lapping at his hairy armpits and moved my hands down to his shorts, lingering at the trimness of his hips, enjoying the solid feel of him there. I undid the top button and worked down the zipper. I started tugging the white tennis shorts downward, remembering his sneakers and white socks.
Right down on my knees, back down there again where I seemed to belong. I looked all the way up at the eagerness in Gene's face, promising me so much to come. And then I tightened at the show of power in the wide expanse of his muscled chest. I grooved on down at the tautness of his stomach. I had a wild sexual shudder at the sight of his tennis shorts hanging down about his midsection, showing the jockstrap, that hard jut of swollen prick sticking out to one side.
I was wobbly, I had to support myself on those strong legs of his, getting the feel of them. I finally managed to bring my hands down to his sneakers, untying first one and then the other. I had them off and moved on to his socks, grooving on the masculine scent of him.
There's something about a guy's feet, especially if your big scene is being subservient to the rugged guys, it can really send you soaring. I couldn't control the string of animal sounds coming from down deep in my throat as I removed the first sweat sock on Gene. I had it off, holding his foot up as though it were really something special and it was, so symbolic of my need to worship the rugged male.
I remember looking over at Rick, aware of how damned turned on he was, as though he really wanted to explode, but it wasn't quite his nature to take the sadistic route with a chick. Well, I had to show him how I got my kicks, totally humiliate myself so that I could get that lanky and highly sexual creature to drive me wild.
I downed my mouth, making wild slobbering sounds as I kissed Gene's foot, my eyes worked over at Rick. I licked and lapped from toe to toe, really catching Gene off guard. I could tell my how he had tightened up on me, those slight sounds barely rising from down deep in his throat.
"Do it!" Alex shouted over to me. He was totally nude by then and he had a hand planted solidly on his throbbing cock. I could sense that he was turned on all the more by the sight of his buddies getting into the sexual fray. A lot of guys really straight guys get turned-on all the more by watching their buddies swinging with a chick.
I had to treat Gene's other foot equally, taking the sock off carefully, making certain that Rick's eyes were glued to my foot-worship scene, wanting him to get down into my level of kicks kicks, and then more kicks.
"Oh, I dig it!" I verbalized on my kick, licking and lapping from toe to toe and then racing my tongue down about the bottom of the foot. "I love it I love it!" And I couldn't get enough of that foot, especially now when I worked my eyes over to Rick's tennis shoes.
I brought the foot-worship ritual to an end, gliding my hands back up Gene's powerful sides. I had to raise myself up on my knees, all the while feeling the tips of my knockers getting rock-hard. I hooked into the tennis shorts and jockstrap and tugged down fast, freeing all of the sway of his cock and pulls, bringing the two garments down to the floor for him to step out of them.
I capped off my work by flicking a fast kiss to the very tip of Gene's cock. And then I jammed my tongue all the way up the underside of the throbbing shaft, and then back to kiss the cocklips.
I had Gene on the proverbial ropes, so damned turned-on he seemed ready to explode. I could sense that he was about to really latch onto me, get me to service him, using his hands roughly on my head.
I crawled quickly away from him, rushing to get to Rick. I ran my eyes all over him, using my hands to urge him to stand up for the undressing. All of that swollen prick was jutting out of the side of his jockstrap pouch and it was the wildest sight ever. When he stood up, part of the cock was covered by the tennis shorts, but I would take care of that in a hurry.
I could feel my fingers tingling and I rushed to hook them into the white T-shirt, yanking up fast, noting the lankier build on him. I grooved on his subronzed chest, noting the smoothness of it in comparison with Gene's. I had it off fast and pressed the flat of my hands down hard and roamed them all over his chest and the tautness of his stomach. I had to give him a special salute up there and I chose to kiss one brownish-hued rigid tip and then the other, sucking in hard on them.
I worked my eager hands all over the front of him, bypassing the shorts as I rushed right down on my knees. I thudded them hard, wanting to feel how much he pained me, pained me beautifully as I widened my stance on the floor. I jammed my face up in a twisted position and run my tongue up into the inner reaches of his thighs.
The tennis shoes ... the white sneakers ... they were driving me wild, and I couldn't wait to get my mouth down on them. I started by flicking my tongue from one to the other, finally untying them both.
"She really digs you, Rick!" Alex called over, his hands still planted solidly on his cock. "Show her some rough stuff, ol' buddy! That's what it's all about!"
Yeah, Alex was right, that was what it was all about. I wanted explosions to take place all about me, especially from Rick. I had his sneakers off and was going bananas taking his socks off. I had my mouth crawling all over his feet, licking and lapping and making the wildest sounds from down deep in my throat. I didn't make them purposely, they had a way of coming from me all their own. My sounds it was as though I was trying to invite Rick to be totally animal with me.
He had to have a sadistic streak, I told myself, and I made it my big challenge to bring it out in him, pressing my hands all over his feet, totally worshipping him down there with my mouth.
"Hey, don't forget us," Gene groaned, reminding me that I had to finish undressing Rick.
I rushed my hands back up to his midsection, managing the button with trembling fingers. I tugged down on the tennis shorts first, and went wild on the sight of the jockstrap, the swollen cock sticking out to one side where my greedy hands had tugged it out on the last trip around. I tugged that final male garment down, grooving on the sight, taste and scent of everything so symbolically male and virile.
The hands those long and powerful fingers were back on my head again and I was started to get worked up, flicking my tongue out on my way back up, licking and lapping at the low-slung balls. I was going for the cock, racing my mouth, but I couldn't feel any power in his hands. The tenderness, as though he really gave a damned about me as a human being, I couldn't comprehend it. I had to be treated as an animal, I had to groove on how wild and terrific and free sex could be. I had so much lost time to make up for, I couldn't take it gently.
I wanted to scream and beg for Rick to treat me rough. I wanted to hand him the black whip that was on the floor right alongside Alex. I wanted to shout for him to use it on me, all over my body and then fuck me fantastically. That was the only way I could turned on to be able to groove on getting cock shoved to me.
I'd show him, I told myself, wanting to really humiliate myself before Rick. I wanted him to treat me like dirt, to use me any way he wanted to. I crawled away from him, going between Alex and Gene, my eyes drifting continually back to Rick, wanting to show him what it was all really about.
"Fuck my ass!" I shrilled at Gene, and then I worked my mouth toward Alex. Alex didn't have to be told what I wanted, he knew from our many encounters.
Gene got right up behind me, positioning the thick cockhead at the start of my asshole. Up front, I latched my greedy hands onto Alex's thick prick and I was ready to swing into action.
"Make me hurt!" I backed up into Gene's cock, down on all fours like a dog. "Make me really hurt!" I hissed, stressing it for Rick's benefit. I saw how Rick had to grab his cock, huddled over with his eyes glued to the wild action.
I didn't have to wait long, Gene thrusting his cock the limit right up my asshole. And almost in time, Alex jammed his swollen prick in my mouth, going the limit until I could feel the cockhead making the start of my throat rough and raw.
I widened all the more, fixing myself to keep my eyes on Rick, that tall and lanky nude frame driving me wild. I wanted my hands right where he had his on the proud jut of his hard cock. I wanted him to be servicing me as Gene was, thrusting hard cock fast to my asshole, seemingly trying to tear me apart. And, yeah, I wanted Rick's cock to be racing in and out of my greedy mouth, just as Alex was doing to me. I was rushing my mouth back and forth, but Alex was faster, seemingly in the race to mouth-fuck me before I could claim that I was sucking him off.
Powerful hands, they were all over me, roughing me up, bringing me to a sexual boil, ready to have me do anything and everything. I could feel Alex's hands slamming down hard at the back of my neck, jamming me right into him. And then he had a way of continually jamming his knees forward, sadistically into my knockers. Gene had hooked his hands up in front of me, crawling all over my love mound. He had viciously jammed a lot of fingers of both hands solidly into my loveslit, tugging and scratching into the tender and moist flesh of me there.
Twisting and turning, wildly gyrating my body, I continually stressed my special need. I could only let out a steady string of guttural cries, the saliva flowing freely down my chin. I was an animal, that's what I was trying to tell Rick, and that was how he should treat me.
I did not want his tenderness and his sense of understanding. I wanted all the power he could muster, all the sexual strength he could hurl at me. I shoved and rammed myself back and forth, between Gene and Alex, playing out a forceful fantasy that the tall and lanky Rick was doing all that to me. I worked harder at it, slamming myself backward for the sharp thrust of pain and then forward to have all that hard cock jammed down my mouth.
I was trying to convince myself of something ... that I didn't need a guy like Rick to be tender with me. I was a fuckin' no-good animal, making up for a lot of lost time, and that was how I was supposed to be treated. I tried not to look up into Rick's eyes, sensing the potential for love there. I thought of his girlfriend and I could feel sheer jealousy raging through my tormented frame.
I used every motion of my body to scream out my masochistic need, to hurt me, to abuse me, to even try to demolish me. Yeah, that's where it was at in the eternal quest for kicks, kicks and then even more kicks. And all the Ricks of the world with their capacity for understanding and tenderness could put a damper on those kicks.
I asked myself the inevitable question: So why did Rick have to be so damned handsome? Why did he have to have such a terrific masculine frame? And why did he have to have that fantastic stud-prick and those great balls? He was really something, and I was determined that we would be swinging on my terms, to take care of all my masochistic needs.
"Oh, now!" I shouted, sensing that I was close to an orgasm, Gene's fingers doing wild things to my pussy. "All the way around!" And Alex thrust cock all the faster in and out of my mouth, his hands slapping and pounding hard at the back of my head.
"It's now now!" Gene roared and I went wild at the feel of all that heavy cream spurting right up the crack of my ass, the overflow instantly oozing down into the inner reaches of my thighs.
"Eat, baby, eat!" Alex shuddered and buckled and erupted a heavy load in my mouth, forcing it right down into my throat. "Take every last drop!" he pounded the flat of his hands into the back of my head, letting a string of lights go off on the blackboard of my mind.
I was shoving and rushing my body back and forth, going wild at the eruptions front and back. And all the while, I couldn't take my eyes off Rick, standing there, hands on his stud-prick, hunched right over and so obviously ready to get into the action.
"I want that " I sucked in hard on my breath, eyes fixed on the swollen prick standing at attention. "I need it ... my way!" I angrily tightened, prying loose of Gene and Alex, their spent cocks slipping away from me.
I had to be the aggressor with Rick. I couldn't seem to bring myself to beg him to get rough with me, so I knew damned well I could achieve the same results by taking the sexual initiative. I was right over at Rick, urging him down on the floor. He couldn't understand what I was up to at first, since his position should have been on top. I stressed what I was up to by grabbing a pillow and shoving it up under his rear-end, putting that tall cock up on a pedestal.
"Get it, you hot bitch!" Alex roared over at me, digging my aggressive scene. "Show Rick how it's done!"
"I'm gonna fuck that cock!" I couldn't stop the saliva from dripping at the corner of my lips, running right down my chin. "I'm gonna have that cock my way!" And I straddled a very surprised Rick, grabbing his cock and aiming it right up to my pussy.
"Watch me shove pussy to cock!" I was turned-on the limit, spreading myself out the limit until I really ached all over down there. "Oh, watch me!" I was about to sexually soar, using one hand to pry my pussy-lips apart the limit.
I bit down hard on my lower lip and crashed my greedy pussy down on that long trail of swollen prick. Hard and fast, I wanted it to rip me apart. I wouldn't stop, not until I was banging right down into him, the crack of my ass feeling his balls. And still I thudded into him, listening to those pained groans of his mingling with all the greedy sounds of want coming from me.
The hurt that very special hurt I was grooving on it, keeping myself solidly down on him. I twisted and turned, working my aching pussy all around the thick shaft that seemed to be solidly up into my belly. I worked my blurry line of sight down to him, taking his hands and planting them solidly on the high rise of my milk-white knockers. I pleaded with my eyes and he clamped harder on the rigid tips, bringing me to a greater sexual boil.
I had him going, I smugly told myself, starting the steady ride of my pussy up and down on the perfect jut of his cock. I could feel power in his hands on my knockers my thing and I raced myself faster and harder in the Female Superior position, getting more and more of the pain.
"Go to it." Alex was standing behind me and then I spotted the black whip in his hands and I had to let out a shrill cry of delight. I really groaned my appreciation as the whip slashed across my buttocks. I took it out by rushing my pried-apart cunt all the harder and faster on the hard cock aimed upward. I could actually sense the heavy globs of sweat and moisture bouncing off the pistoning of my pussy to Rick's cock. And all the while, that whip slashed across my ass, harder and faster.
"Let me!" Gene begged, almost taking the whip from Alex's hand. "Let me lay it across her ass!"
"Be my guest, buddy!" Alex let Gene have the whip.
"This is wild " was all Gene could manage to utter and he started the whip across my buttocks, seemingly keeping time with my pussy-slamming on the stud-prick beneath me. I could barely feel the whip at first and I let out a disappointed yelp. But not for long, Gene intensified the strength, laying it right on me as he grew accustomed to using the whip. Harder and harder faster and faster Gene became an instant pro at the use of the whip, it was so obviously his sexual thing.
I had to race my pussy all the faster on the hard jut of cock, really grooving on the sadistic stingings of the whip. Hard and fast, so damned close to an orgasm.
I almost stopped short, my pussy halfway down on the hard cock. I suddenly realized that Rick's hands on my knockers weren't rough or clawing anymore, as though he felt sorry for the whip slashing so hard across my ass.
"I can take it I can take it!" I whimpered, and raced my pussy all the harder. I was coming, sensing Rick's heavy load shooting upward to mingle with mine. I rushed down all the harder, slamming myself into him, wanting that cock to rip me apart.
My frustration mounted. I was getting the sadistic slashing I wanted at my buttocks, but it wasn't being matched by Rick's hands on my knockers. Rick's orgasm almost completed, his hands rubbed me gently up there, making me all the more frustrated.
I was a bitch in heat, I just had to be treated like an animal. I couldn't understand Rick's tenderness. I had to get him going, bring out his sadistic streak he just had to have one like Alex and Gene.
I don't remember doing it, but I must have. I grabbed the whip out of Gene's hand and pushed myself back upward, my pussy throbbing and aching like crazy as it loudly plopped off Rick's spent but still hard cock.
"Hurt hurt hurt...." I was blindly chanting, and I turned the whip on Rick, slashing him hard, catching him totally off guard. "Damned you! Hurt me hurt me!" And I worked the whip hard all over his body, even though he kept trying to cover himself up. I caught him down about the waist and then slashed it hard across his cock and balls before he had a chance to cover up down there.
"You crazy bitch!" Rick shouted at me. "You're sick real sick!"
"No ... no...." And then I really had to get back at him with the whip.
"Put that down " Alex tightened, coming after me.
They were all after me, the three of them had turned on me, seemingly refusing to take care of my special needs. I had very special sexual needs, I had been denied for too long, and they had no right to turn on me.
"Bastard Crummy bastards!" I turned and ran, rushing down the hallway, out the Frat house and across the campus grounds. "Bastards all of you...." my eyes went to the men trying to close in on me. "You're all bastards and you don't know how to satisfy a girl...."
I was down on the grass, rolling about, a lot of men trying to get me to remain still. One guy was trying to cover my nude body with a jacket. I kicked and shoved up at him, wanting to remain sexually free. My body wasn't dirty and I couldn't understand why he wanted to cover me.
"like my old lady...." I whimpered. "You don't want me to be free ... You're all just like my fuckin' old lady...."
They took me away, I remember an ambulance backed up on the campus. But I don't remember much more for a while. They can put a lot of imagine terms to it, but I know what I have to work out inside myself. I need a happy sexual medium. I know now that you can't go from one extreme to the other. I've got to strive to find that happy sexual medium ... somehow ... telling my story is just the start ... just the start....
CASE HISTORY: "Lila"
You have to live on campus as a Freshman, and you share a room with another freshman. I can still remember finding the room I had been assigned to, feeling so alone in the long-hallway of the Dormitory. Girls were rushing back and forth, but they were all new faces, and I was rather inhibited.
Guys were all over the place, moving freely in and out of rooms with girls, since visitors of the opposite sex were allowed in the dorms at just about all hours of the day or night. It was a hot and muggy September afternoon and it seemed to be a contest to see who could wear the least clothing.
I was standing outside the door of my new room, checking and double-checking the number, making certain it was the right one. I can still remember how my eyes hooked into the young couple passing by. I can still remember how I inwardly trembled, confused as to what was happening to me. The boy was tall and lanky and damned handsome. He was dark-haired and had that winning smile on his face. I really dug the long hair and sideburns. I really grooved on the formatting T-shirt up high on him, revealing the waistband of his shorts protruding over the black leather belt. And below that, I can still remember how I hooked my eyes into those unbelievably snug white denim walking shorts that did a great job of accentuating the muscles of his thighs. And that wasn't all those white denim shorts accentuated, let me tell you! He had the most beautiful bulge running solidly at the V of his thighs, formed large and solid, really giving me that moist feeling at the start of my pussy.
The girl he was with ... the long-limbed honey-haired girl had instantly turned me on, too. That was the troubling part, it just had to be perverse to think about another girl that way, I just couldn't understand it at all.
Those lush knockers accentuated in the brief halter that matched her hot pants, they really made my fingers tingle. I tried to imagine the milkwhite flesh, my fingers wanting to toy with them, right about the tips of them. I tried not to be obvious about it as they passed me by, while I fumbled about to put my luggage down.
But my eyes had raced from the fantastic crotch on him to those lush, halter-imprisoned knockers, my tongue wanting to dart out and flick my parched lips.
I narrowed my eyes down the flat of her stomach, aware of the trimness of her hips, and I knew damned well it wasn't girl-envy. The sight of her lithe frame turned me on, no matter how many times the boy's bulging crotch distracted me. I wanted them both, that's what puzzled me, sending my eyes flashing back and forth from the snug crotch of her hot pants to the bulge at the V of his white denims.
I had to bite down hard on my lower lip, noting how they had their arms about each other, so carefree about it all. I was certain I could make out the fine indentation of her pussy as they came up close to me. That really bugged me, that moistness forming and swelling my snatch. I had to transfer my line of view over to the bulge of his crotch.
Frustration ... that was the only way I could describe it. I dug that masculine sight of his crotch, even though it frightened me, and yet I wanted to return my line of sight to her delicate front. I had my way the old saying about having your cake and eating it, too for just one brief moment. I widened my scope of view, catching both crotch-areas at once just as they passed me by.
I was fumbling with my stuff, all right, and it was for real as I was so damned flustered by them. I was certain it had happened, they had both darted me friendly smiles, as though they were trying to make me feel at home.
I worked my eyes solidly to their departure from me, noting how they had their arms wrapped about each other, their thighs continually brushing up close to each other. And then I had to bite down hard on my lower lip, feeling wobbly all over, confused as to why both of their rears drove me wild.
I scanned my eyes upward on the two of them, grooving on the curvy reaches on her and the sense of rugged masculinity on the back of his thighs. I thought I had to be going mad, my first burst of freedom away from home getting the best of me. But I'll tell you what I imagined myself doing and that was running my hands right up the back of their thighs, crisscrossing like crazy, experiencing the feel of both of them. Rugged masculinity ... delicate femininity ... not able to understand why I wanted it both ways.
They were moving fast down the hallway and I had a pang of regret, almost wanting to follow them. I worked my line of sight out there hard and really went ape as I raced back and forth to take in the perfect juts of their buttocks. I wanted my last image of them together, my hands tingling, my mouth watering, and even wilder things happening to my pussy, the vagina walls clamoring like crazy, opening and closing. Yeah, and I thought for certain my panties had to be glued to me down there, sticking to my snatch and right up the crack of my ass.
That last view, their asses side by side, I really grew wild, damned annoyed that I actually imagined myself running my tongue all over them back there. Yeah, that was what I couldn't understand, why I had the urge to run my tongue up and down first one asshole and then the other.
I couldn't turn off the perverse fantasy, my sex-starved brain working on the mental image of my kneeling at their rears, facing the back of his undershorts and her panties. Which one first, that was the puzzling part, and I finally decided on letting my fantasy tug down the panties, racing my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. And all the while, one hand working up underneath, fingers gliding up into the moistness of her pussy. And then my fantasy went to the male side of the spectrum, my hands trembling as I brought down undershorts from the rear, sensing a lot of stiff cock jutting out up front. Knowing it in a damned hurry, the moment I worked my hands to the front, my tongue licking and lapping at a hairy and ruggedly masculine asshole.
They were gone, turning down to a side corridor, and I forced myself to slam out of my perverse fantasy, annoyed that it had been happening to me more and more, each time getting sicker and sicker.
"Damned you...." I muttered under my breath, trying desperately to pull myself together. Only a few days away from my home, that damned straight and narrow small town, and I was going sexually berserk. I had to refrain myself, trying to catch hold of my dream. The dream every girl has going to college meeting that right guy, going steady and then maybe letting it develop into marriage. Straight and normal ... I tried to drum those words into my brain, hating myself for letting girls turn me on as much as guys did.
I told myself again that I should never have let that one high school teacher fool with me that way, even if she was an older woman trying to show me affection. The way she had kissed me down there, racing her tongue all about my pussy maybe that was the reason I was suddenly so damned confused about my sexual direction.
I had to get situated, there were so damned many orientation programs going on all over the campus. I had so many things to do to get settled down. Opening the door of my room was the starter. I picked up my two pieces of luggage starting into the room, noting that all the shades were drawn. I kicked the door closed behind me and then stopped short certain I was really going mad, everything about me a sexual sea of madness.
She was a lithe blonde beauty, clad in only panties and bra ... and the ruggedly built boy was standing before her and I was certain that her hand had been rubbing hard at his crotch. He seemed more startled than she was. In fact, as I gasped in surprise, the blonde beauty seemed to have only let out a smug squeal of delight. Crazy, but it was almost as though she was happy to show off.
"I I'm sorry . , . " I really flustered, standing there like a damned fool.
"You must be my new roomie!" she beamed, the boy backing nervously away, obviously trying to smooth down the tremendous bulge at the crotch of his trousers. And as he turned, I couldn't miss it, he zipped up his fly.
I was so damned nervous, everything about me suddenly seemed so sexual. My every breath and movement, everything my eyes took in, absolutely everything about my first encounter with college life was so totally sexual.
"I'm Sue!" the honey-haired beauty seemed to be opening her thighs wide in my direction, my eyes zooming in on her panty-crotch. "What's yours?"
"Lila...." was about all I could manage, unable to take my eyes off that delightful patch of filmy powder-blue. She had a way of working her legs in and out and then suddenly tucking a foot underneath the other.
"Oh, this is Artie!" Sue edged forward, motioning to the guy with the solid build of a football player. "Hey, Artie, like maybe I'll see you later."
"Yeah, sure, Sue...." he seemed nervous about it all, not really looking up at me. He passed me by, barely looking up at me and my eyes couldn't help but roam to the jam-packed front of his mod trousers.
I was at it again, going sexually berserk from the male to the female highlights, and not able to comprehend it. I sneaked in a few more glances as Artie departed, grooving on the solid look of him from the rear, wondering why my mouth was going through all that turmoil again.
"Hey, we've got to get to know each other in a hurry!" Sue suddenly jumped up and took the two pieces of luggage from my hands. And as she did, my eyes scooted right down to the lush cleavage of her bra-imprisoned knockers. That milk-white flesh was doing things to me and I really flustered, certain she detected it.
She asked me if the bed closest to the window was okay, and I nodded that it was, my eyes racing up and down her willowy form, making out all of her beneath the filminess of the panties. She was talking and I was barely able to come up with answers. I couldn't believe how calmly she could parade about in front of me in only her panties and bra. She told me where her home town was and I told her mine, giving each other a few details.
I knew what I wanted to ask her, but I didn't dare. I wanted to know how she could accept semi-nudity so casually, even with another girl, when in my home it had always been taboo. My old man had remarried, only months after my mother had passed away while I was still twelve. I had two younger sisters and an older brother and we were told to instantly obey her and call her mother.
Mother ... I used to almost choke on the word and I hated her straight and narrow ways, her limitations on our freedom. That bitchin' woman set the straight and narrow pace around the house and I can't really recall ever seeing either of my kid sisters in the nude, or even down to their panties and bras. It just wasn't done, the show of flesh was made to be a lewd thing.
I do remember seeing my older brother stepping out of the shower one time, just before he left home. I didn't think anyone was in the bathroom, or anyway I fooled myself into believing that. I had entered the bathroom just as he was pulling the shower curtain back to reach for a towel.
That astonished look on his lean and sensitive face, it matched my look of surprise. I can still remember running my eyes quickly down his seventeen year-old frame, painfully aware of the long dangling tool running seemingly halfway down his thighs. And those balls, so huge in the low-slung scrotum. He had that sensual look about him, lean and muscular, like a male cat about to spring into action.
"I I'm sorry...." was all I uttered, and it seemed to be a tie between us, all the damned hesitating before he drew the shower curtain closed again and I retreated and closed the bathroom door.
I had to masturbate that night, using a number of fingers, unable to erase that image of dangling cock until I had experienced three orgasms during the long and troubled night, constantly awakening, feeling the throbbing of my pussy.
That had been only days before my brother had run off, and I couldn't quite pin it down but I thought it had something to do with all the time my stepmother seemed to have been spending with him, whenever my father wasn't home. Those last weeks before he took off. She was forever going in and out of his bedroom ... and he seemed so troubled during that period of time ... , . And then he left, just like that.
"I I'm sorry," I turned to Sue, realizing she had asked me a question while my thoughts had strayed to my home life. "I guess I'm not feeling settled down yet."
"You will!" she warmly embraced me, her bra-imprisoned breasts suddenly rubbing up hard to the firmness of my sweater. "And I just know we'll make great roommates!" And then she withdrew slightly. "Of course ... if there is some other girl you'd rather room with "
"Oh, no!" I blurted out, my eyes hooking into the milk-white lushness of her knockers. And then I stopped short, so damned annoyed with myself. I realized that she was my age, eighteen, and yet she seemed so much more sophisticated and sure of herself. "I know I'm going to like being roommates," I finally managed to get the words out.
"Do you have a steady boyfriend?" She edged back closer to me, close enough that I could sense the warmth of her body.
"No, I don't ... Is Artie your steady?"
"No, we just sorta date " she shrugged, and I was dumbfounded, thinking of how I had found them together and how casual she could be about it all.
"Hey, Lila!" She suddenly was bouncing all over the place. "I'm gonna lake a shower unless you want the bathroom first."
And then I had to really stiffen, for the first time noticing the open bathroom door at one side of our spacious room. My eyes zoomed from the toilet seat to the large walk-in shower, the curtains drawn open.
The bathroom door ... that would be the safety valve, I told myself. I was going wild just thinking about Sue showering her lithe frame in there, the water pelting her knockers and down about her pussy. I could just imagine her peeling off her panties and bra in there and stepping into the shower. That door ... at least with it closed I would be able to control myself. And yeah, with that door closed I would be able to finger my pussy whenever I showered, whenever the thought of that honey-haired pussy drove me wild. That and all my really perverse thoughts of her making out with Artie. Yeah, like thoughts of watching her get cock shoved to her pussy.
I was trembling and about to start sweating, I had to cool it, shackle down my sexual fantasies. I was about to, getting ready to unpack, thinking that Sue was taking her things in the bathroom.
I couldn't take my eyes off the wild action before me, Sue calmly undoing the clasp of her bra and tossing it to one side on her bunk. Those perfectly rounded mounds were staring right at me, the brownish-hued tips large and so damned inviting.
I couldn't believe my eyes, I grew up in such a straight and narrow setup that I honestly believed that people shouldn't undress in front of each other. No, not even people of the same sex, that was the restrictive way I was brought up. Suddenly a sea of sexual freedom was engulfing me and I was frightened, wondering if I could handle it.
I tried to look busy, but I couldn't move away from the beautiful sight unfolding before me. I watched as the honey-haired beauty got up on her feet and I thought for sure she would tug down her panties before me. I was disappointed, she darted over to her hi-fi, turning on a hard rock number. She asked if I'd mind the music and I assured her that it was perfectly okay with me.
I couldn't believe how firm her knockers were as she walked back to her bed. She had that light twist to all of her body, her thighs and midsection moving so gracefully as she seemed to be working herself into the mood of the music. And yet, with all that movement, her unbelievably large knockers stood right out there so beautifully firm.
I told myself that I could calm myself, that she would be going to the bathroom for her shower. I couldn't take my eyes off her and then I really went wild, watching her calmly hook her fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug downward.
She was talking to me, asking me a question about my taste in music, but I couldn't concentrate on it, not while she was unveiling her beautiful love mound, the tilt of it so perfectly jutting out there. She had her thighs apart as she tugged downward and I scorched my eyes right up into the loveslit, all the way over from my side of the room.
She left the panties on the rug, right where she had stepped out of them, prancing to the bathroom door, her buttocks so beautifully firm to watch. I was actually trembling, telling myself that I would be able to control myself the moment she closed the bathroom door behind her.
I was numb, unable to believe that the bathroom door was only partially closed. I know this may sound silly to some of you and very perverse to others but I had to find an excuse to go over to her side of the room. Okay, it was to get close to the panties she had just let fall from her honey-haired snatch. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with them, I only knew I wanted to experience them in one way or another, since they were a part of her natural beauty. And that was what she had, a very natural beauty. She seemed to be proud of her body, while I had a sense of shame and guilt about mine.
I heard the shower spray start and I just had to ease over to where her panties were on the rug. I couldn't stop myself, not until I was standing directly before the panties. And then I had to bend over, getting right down there, picking them up and running them all about my hands, relating the filmy garment to how she had turned me on.
That wasn't enough, I had to get them closer and closer to my mouth and my nose, confused as to why I wanted to experience her panties that way. Crazy and stupid, but I tried to think of boys, imagining hard cocks, and that was just great but I still wanted to have that happening with her panties, no matter how it would go.
I sucked in hard on my breath, sniffing on them, working them about in my hands until I had my nose and mouth up close to the inner part of the crotch. Right where her pussy rested, I told myself, trembling as I thought of all of her hugging that filmy garment. I kept running my hands up on the inside of the crotch, making out first where her pussy rested and then further back to where her ass caressed the filmy garment.
The scent of it then that wasn't enough for me and I pressed my lips to the inner part of the crotch, kneeling there on the rug as though I had discovered the world's greatest treasure. My lips to it became too mild and I had to really fling out. I flicked my tongue out and ran it wildly up and down inside the crotch, imagining what had been in there so short a time before.
I had to bring a measure of satisfaction to myself and I rushed a hand up underneath my skirt and half slip and jammed it up to my own panty-crotch. I suddenly wondered why my panty-crotch didn't seem as exciting as Sue's and in a sense of sheer frustration I yanked the filmy material to one side down there and jammed a number of fingers up my pussy.
In and out, Sue's panties pressed to my mouth, my tongue flicking at the filmy material, I brought in a loud and clear mental image of how I had seen Artie with her. I thought of my hand rubbing hard at his crotch, just as I was certain she had been doing. And in my fantasy I had all the nerve I lacked in real life. And with that fantasy-nerve I unzipped the fly and pretended that I had yanked out Artie's cock. Yeah, and Sue had invited me to play with her boyfriend's cock, to stroke it fully back and forth, and to groove on the firm feel of it.
"Lila!" Sue called me from the shower, frightening me, tumbling me back to reality. "Lila!" she repeated my name, the shower spray suddenly becoming silent.
I could feel my heart pounding and I couldn't muster a reply, not even the slightest acknowledgement that I had heard her. My mind was running wild, imagining that she knew I had done those perverse things with her panties and that she would think of me as a very sick person and she wouldn't want to be my roommate.
"Lila?" she called my name again. "Be a darling and get me my towel on my bed!"
"Yeah, sure...." I tried to be nonchalant about it, getting up on my feet and picking up the towel on her bed. I made it to the bathroom door on wobbly feet, checking back to see if I had replaced the panties exactly where I had picked them up, the pangs of guilt crowding me out. I pushed the door opened and breathed a sigh of relief to find the shower curtain drawn closed, even though I could make out her shadowy form through the semi-transparent material.
I was calming myself, edging continually over to the side of the shower stall, telling myself that I could reach in beyond the curtain and just hand it to her. And then I would make a fast retreat. It would mean having to masturbate the first chance I had, to bring a screeching halt to that aching sensation scorching through my love mound and hurting all the way down my thighs. That would be a necessity, I told myself.
The curtain suddenly opened, like the opening of a play and the star posed before me, glistening with the water spray gliding down her willowy form. I was hurting all over, standing there so damned foolishly with the towel in my hand, my eyes greedily racing from those lush mounds, the brownish-hued tips seemingly as large as silver dollars, down to the dripping wet pubic bush accentuating the delicate indentation of pussy.
I wanted to sob, I wanted to break down and cry and scream that I just couldn't take that openness of nudity, that to me it was all totally sexual and very frightening. "Tell me, Lila," Sue calmly took the towel from my hands. "Tell it like it is, honey ... you straight or gay?" And then she shoved herself forward, placing a wet hand on my arm. " Or a terrific combination of both?! "
"I I don't understand." I was trembling.
"I think I do," she pressed her hand on my arm. "By the way you've been looking at me ... and then the way you looked at Artie "
"I didn't mean to!" I blurted out.
"Hey, easy...." And she handed me the towel, so damned sure of herself. "Why don't you dry a girl off?" she ran her tongue over her lips. "And then we'll take it from there."
I was trembling, so damned confused, and she kept edging closer and closer to me, her dripping wet body coming in contact with mine. She brought her hand up to the side of my face and planted her mouth fully on mine, making a string of sounds as she flicked her tongue roughly into my mouth.
"You're really something!" she groaned, finally drawing her mouth back. "But I don't understand you ... your roaming eyes tell me one thing, but then you clam up "
"I don't really understand " was all I could utter, wanting her to make love to me and yet frightened that it had to be sick and dirty. "I just don't understand "
"Hey, I think we can make it together," she suddenly lit up, pushing the towel right at me. "With me showing you the ropes, if you really want to groove with me. Do you, Lila?"
"Oh, yes yes," I wished I had the nerve to reach out and touch her all over, up high on her knockers and down there at her moist snatch. "Yes...."
"Then let me put you through the paces, honey." She stepped forward and forced me to take the towel. "You just do as I tell you, and we'll groove really groove." I could feel the power in her words, as though she had the ability to hypnotize me. "Now start by drying me off, all over, I really dig that!"
I couldn't believe my actions, I was actually working the towel all over her body, starting at her face and then down her neck, working the towel lovingly all over her. I really went wild when I applied the towel to her breasts, sensing the wonderful throbbing sensation up there. I pressed and rubbed, drying and feeling her up, my hands seemingly scorching right through the towel.
"That feels good." She tensed and I brought the towel down to the flat of her stomach, working it continually around to her back. And all of that action gave me an excuse to get my face right up flush to her knockers, my mouth so damned close-to those delightful brownish-hued tips.
"Kiss them," her voice was demanding. "Kiss them all over, run your tongue on them!"
"I-I want to...." I trembled. "Make me do it," I found myself saying. "Force me "
"Oh, yeah, I dig that scene!" She lit up and shoved my head right down over her knockers.
"Kiss them, get your tongue right on them!" And I could feel her hands pounding hard at the back of my head.
I was licking and lapping at the high rise of her breasts, loving the sweet scent of her there, my tongue actually doing the work. I couldn't believe it was me, but I had to respond to the persuasive powers of her hands.
"That's great," she moaned, urging me to travel downward, her hands hooking up higher on my head. "Do me up right!" It came out as an order.
I was frantically working the towel down about her pussy, trembling all the more as I let my fingers slip and touch so much of her down there. And then I went wild as she widened her thighs and urged me to draw her all the way up into the inner reaches of her thighs.
"All the way up my ass!" she screeched it, humping an eager snatch right up at me. "Work that towel, baby!"
I went furious with the towel, using part of it right up her legs and into her rear, loving the curvy reaches of her, not able to understand how another girl could turn me on as wildly as the thought of a boy. And all the while, I could feel the power in her hands, holding me right down there, bending over in the most awkward position. I knew where I was headed and I couldn't seem to fight it, as though I actually belonged down there yeah, right down on my knees to the blonde beauty.
"Down, honey, down, you know that's what you want," she called the shots on me. "Work those hands and that mouth of yours." And she yanked the towel from my hands and jammed me right down on my knees.
My crutch . , . that towel ... it was gone ... and my face was on an even keel with that honey-hued snatch of hers. It seemed to be beckoning to me, pulsating loudly, begging for action. But I couldn't quite comprehend what I would do with it. I admired it, it drove me wild, but I had not planned beyond that. And even then, at a moment like that, I had to work up the image of Artie and his bulging crotch. I tried to imagine him taking his huge cock out and my rubbing it all about Sue's pussy.
"Work it up, Lila-honey!" Sue jammed my hands up on her love mound. "Get those fingers working," she groaned. "like a lot of educated cocks! Oh, tickle my clit, baby!"
I was so damned green, I wasn't too damned sure what the clit was, all I could do was work a finger up into the pink moistness, gliding it up and down the length of the slit. Sue's hands grew more insistent and she put her knees to work, continually jamming into me and I jabbed and probed the pussy deeper and deeper into her pussy, rubbing up against the knob I realized had to be the sensitive clit.
"Oh, do it do it " she gyrated her body, giving me a wild show. I had that strange feeling about being down on my knees to her, as though that had to be a kick all by itself.
I could get my fingers going to a certain extent, and then I would really tremble, telling myself that it had to be very dirty and perverse. I started trembling and I couldn't go on. I drew my fingers out, wanting to get up and run.
"Jam that mouth to me!" she shrilled, probably figuring I was ready to move on to that action. "You know you want it!"
Yeah, she was right, I did want it, but I was too damned frightened to take it. I was too inhibited, my straight and narrow upbringing closing in on me. I wanted to go wild on that pussy, to not give a damned what was perverse and what wasn't but I couldn't quite swing it. But I knew damned well that once I was alone I would be capable of masturbating like gangbusters to the mental image of her beautiful pussy.
I wanted it all right, and I dug how honestly she had called the shots on me. I was trembling, trying to get at it, wanting her hands to clamp down all the harder, to actually punish me if I didn't please her pussy with my mouth.
"Make me do it," I whimpered. "Oh, please ... force me ... force me...." And then I couldn't believe those were my words. I told myself that it had to be someone else bottled up within me for all too long. "Punish me, punish me if I don't please you!" I begged.
"I dig the scene!" Sue pounded her hands hard into my head. "You'll just have to meet some of my friends they dig the same routine
"I don't understand " I was confused, not realizing that groups existed solely for S & M sex kicks. "What are you talking about "
"Don't play cute with me "
"I don't know!" I roared, feeling her pussy closing the distance between it and my mouth. "I really don't but I want to ... I do ... Oh, please!"
"You're too much, baby, and I think you'd make a great sex-slave!" She spoke in a language way above my understanding. "How would you like that, Lila-honey?"
"Oh, yes yes," I was responding to the strength in her hands, the hard gfip she used on me, her knees jamming up into my knockers. And I suddenly realized I was so damned fully clothed, and I had the greatest urge to actually have my clothes ripped off my trembling body. Free I wanted to be sexually free, after too much repression all my growing years.
"This is the scene then, baby." She grabbed my ears and yanked me hard into her throbbing pussy. "Now eat my pussy! You do whatever I tell you to do from now on!"
"Yes yes " My words were drowned out, my face instantly disappearing up into her love mound. I dug the warmth of her, and I sensed that I was supposed to get my tongue out and use it rigidly right up into the loveslit. I heard that very special groan from her and then her hands clamping down harder and harder at the back of my neck and I knew I was into it.
I jabbed in and out, working the tip of my tongue like a steel blade, grooving on the sweet and moist taste of her. I suddenly felt awkward about my hands, not certain what to do with them. I'll tell you what's so crazy about being sexually repressed for too damned long and then suddenly finding your freedom. I had my face buried in her love mound, my tongue flicking the pussy like crazy, and I was too damned frightened to use my hands on her lithe anatomy.
I could ... I could touch her beauty all over, I suddenly reminded myself, grooving on the newly found sexual freedom. I started my hands up her trim sides, hooking them greedily into the trimness of her hips. Sue didn't have to tell me she dug the action, I could tell by the intensity of her groans. And then I had the desire to feel her trim buttocks and I worked my hands right back there, realizing that I could get my tongue continually deeper into the lovetrail by hooking my hands about her rear-end.
The really big sound it came from down deep in her throat as she widened herself unbelievably, my hands almost gliding by themselves to the crack of her ass. The fingers went wild up that mysterious crack and I sensed that what my tongue was doing to her pussy it would eventually do to her asshole.
She seemed to be signaling me, jamming her hands harder and harder at the back of my head. And all the while, she seemed to be continually widening herself until I thought I would have my entire face buried right up into the special warmth of her love mound, my tongue about to travel right up into her belly. All those signals told me to rush the action, to bring it all together. Yeah, and all of a sudden I could feel the moistness building at my pussy, my panties hurting right up my snatch and the crack of my ass.
I rushed, jamming fast tongue to pussy, seemingly as though I had done it a million times before, with none of the awkwardness of the beginner. The sounds were growing wilder from Sue and she kept slamming her love mound right into me. She was struggling for a few words and I hung right in there, certain I belonged down on my knees to her. Yeah, as though I had been waiting for so long just to be what she had called me ... her sexual slave. The college had brought us together and maybe that was why I had always been so damned excited about leaving my home town and going off to the adventures of college.
"Now!" Sue moaned, clamping her hands solidly about my head. "You're about to get the taste of the real me!"
I tried to back off, the moment I was aware of the eruption swirling about my tongue. She slammed her hands all the wilder into me, screeching obscenities and reminding me that I was her sex-slave.
"I know your kind!" she shrilled. "I know what you need and I can give it to you!" And she really got into the S & M relationship, backhanding me hard and high across the face.
I knew that was what I needed and I went wild, jamming my face right back into the love mound, suctioning hard with my tongue, going for every last drop she had to offer, wanting to please her so very much. I could feel the sting across my face and while I did I wanted to serve her in every way I could.
"Let's get those clothes off you, and fast!" she roared, finally backing away from me, my saliva dripping right down her thighs. "I want to see that beautiful body of yours."
Trembling, I started undressing, everything swirling about me. I was doing just great, until I got down to my panties and bra, and then the old fears and inhibitions set in and I couldn't continue.
"You've never undressed before anyone before ... have you?" she knowingly asked me.
"No...." I trembled, "but I want to, especially for you "
"Well, it can be a ball, a real ball." And she moved right up to me and forcefully undid the clasp of my bra and tossed it to one side, my knockers jutting right out there at her. "There, how does that feel to have my eyes crawling all over them!" she got me going. "And now my hands " And she was mauling and squeezing them, making me tighten at the pain ... but it wasn't all pain, I realized that instantly. It was a weird combination of pain and pleasure and I couldn't help but groove on it.
"You dig that, don't you?" she called the shots on me, squeezing and mauling all the harder and then twisting sadistically on the brownish-hued tips.
I nodded that I did, closing my eyes to feel the full punishment of my breasts.
"Open your eyes, Lila-honey," she squeezed all the harder on the rigid tips. "And tell me right out how you dig it. From now on, we tell it like it is, that's what honest sexual grooving is all about!"
"Yes " I absorbed the pinching and mauling of my knockers. "I like it "
"like it...." she mocked me, yanking harder on my rigid tips. "Is that all, you just like it?"
"I love it I love it!" I was ready to soar with the special pain making my breasts throb.
"Love my teeth " And she rammed her mouth down on first one breast and then the other, sinking her teeth viciously into the milk-white flesh each time.
"Now let's get these panties off." She finally moved downward, her hands hooked solidly into the waistband. She yanked the stretch material forward, letting it bind at my snatch. I grooved on the feel of it, the cutting of my loveslit. And then she yanked them roughly downward, leaving me totally nude before her.
"Hey, have you had much cock shoved to this pussy yet?" She rammed a number of fingers right up into my moistness.
"No ... not really...." I stammered, grooving on the roughness of the fingers up my snatch.
"What does that mean?"
"Almost," I blurted out and then felt damned foolish about it, since she was so sexually sophisticated and I was so damned green.
"Tell me about it," she worked her other hand to my rear, jamming fingers suddenly up my asshole. "All about it," she stressed, working a lot of fingers front and back.
"This boy ... it was on a school picnic ... and he shoved it between my legs, and I think he had it in me but he came right away! All over my thighs!"
"And that was your only time?" she asked incredulously.
"I was afraid." I tightened to the terrific feel of her fingers jamming my pussy and asshole. "My old lady, she was always so strict!"
"How would you like to swing with Artie?" She tightened her fingers up into me. "He's really hung!"
"You'd let me...." I thought she was putting me on. "But I'd be afraid! I mean, I want to, but I get so damned uptight about it!"
"You feel safe with a chick though, don't you?" she knowingly asked me. "Well, maybe I've got a first step for you, you might groove on Big Mike's scene."
"Big Mike?" I asked, a bit sad as she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and asshole.
"Big Mike is really a girl you know, a lesbian, I mean that's about the only way she digs her sex. She's wild with a dildo!" And she rushed to the phone on the table between our beds. "She's got a room right down the hall "
I couldn't concentrate on Sue's phone call, my mind ablaze with the thought of a dildo. I knew what it was, but it was as though it was an object I would never actually see. I couldn't quite bring myself to imagine what a dildo might actually look like.
"She'll be right over!" Sue slammed the phone down and came right back over to me. "You'll dig Big Mike's scene and it should get you ready for the guys "
"I don't understand "
"Hey, you really are green...." She was looking at me in a new light. "So where did you pick up the S & M habit?"
"I don't know...."
"Well, I dig the opposite of your scene." She clamped her hands hard on my waist, really pulling me inward. "So I want you to be mine, really mine, however I want you to groove."
I sensed the one tender moment in her, the meeting of the eyes, and she seemed to be trying to tell me to trust her. And then she brought her mouth fully to mine. I can still remember how she held her lips pressed to mine, so damned firm but yet with understanding. Hard and fast, she remained there, until the loud knock was at our door.
"Big Mike," she exclaimed, hurrying to open the door. And then I really panicked, wondering where it was all headed. Until a short time ago that very day all my sexual yearnings were well-guarded mental fantasies. But they were all happening, coming to life and I had to wonder if I would be able to handle them all.
"This is Lila!" Sue announced, leading the tall, dark-haired girl in the room. "And this is really Marge, but she'd rather you call her big Mike!"
I could only nod, frightened as I looked the tall girl over. She was thin and very boyish looking and I sensed that she was totally nude beneath her bathrobe. She had the robe up high over her neck and the sash was tight about the waist. I could tell that she had smallish knockers, but what really intrigued me was the way she held her hands down beneath the sash. I could tell that she was pressing down on a tremendous bulge down there, as though she had something hidden beneath the robe. Her face ... it was sensual, but more like a delicate boy. And her short-cropped hair added to the boyish quality.
The way she was looking at me, openly sucking in on her breath and flicking out her tongue, there was nothing boyish about that. She was openly grooving on the sight o my nude body and it really got me uptight.
"Hey, wow, you're really something, Lila!" she finally shrilled. "I saw you coming in the dorm, going down the hall...." And her eyes were greedily all over me.
"She needs to get a cock, Big Mike," Sue cut in, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. "You're the one to take care of her."
"You'd better believe it!" Big Mike shrilled and she undid the sash of the robe and opened it. "Will this do?! " she proudly displayed the most enormous dildo strapped about her trim hips. She tugged the robe off, letting it fall on the floor, while I remained speechless, my body shuddering in sexual delight.
"Ten inches and damned thick and just about life-like," the girl nicknamed Big Mike informed me, proudly working a hand underneath the shaft. And to my amazement, I noted the seemingly life-like scrotum with the huge balls hanging there.
"And the way Big Mike uses it!" Sue was excited. "It is damned life-like!"
"You're really something!" The girl named Big Mike moved up to me, working one hand to my love mound, the other to sway back and forth at the high rise of my knockers. "Oh, wow, yeah " And she suddenly jammed her open mouth to mine, her tongue slithering and instantly twining mine.
I really went bananas, that enormous dildo going right up beneath my snatch, right between my sweaty thighs. I couldn't get over the feel of it, so much like human flesh ... I found myself tightening my thighs on it, Big Mike's mouth going wild on mine, her teeth gnashing into my lips.
"Get the feel of her cock!" Sue moved in and jammed the dildo upward toward my pussy.
"Let shove it to it!" Big Mike rushed me over to the bed, the very moment her mouth edged back from mine. "Spread it out nice " And both of the girls were working my trembling frame out on the bed, widening my thighs, Big Mike moving into the center of me, her dildo seeming monstrous in size.
"Let's get it lubricated the natural way!" The boyish-looking girl swooped her face down and instantly flicked her tongue out. I had to tighten, feeling her tongue so expertly jabbing and probing my pussy and lubricating it thoroughly. I felt myself widening down there, telling myself that I could take anything.
Anything and everything I could feel the animalism in me mounting, finally rushing out from its hiding place deep within me. Let me tell you, those sexually-free girls hovering all over me did it in a hurry. And that strapped-on dildo, that really drove me wild. I was trembling, almost getting up the nerve to grab it and aim it toward my moist and ready pussy.
Sue did the directing, taking the dildo and aiming it right up to the start of my pussy-lips. And then as I started to tighten, the big moment of fear setting in, she slapped me hard and ordered me to loosen up.
I needed Sue to get me into it, to force me to take that monstrous dildo. I struggled even more, knowing that I wanted her to get rougher with me. I pushed and shoved my legs out, squirming while Big Mike tried to position the dildo for the initial thrust.
"Take it, baby!" Sue yelled and slapped me hard across the face, the stinging sensation exactly what I needed.
Big Mike's body was coming down on me, her hands hooking up underneath my buttocks. I had to give in, the dildo-head entering me. I lei out a shrill cry, taking the full length of the cock-substitute. All the way, she was solidly over me, all of her body pressing down on me. I could feel her hands tightening up into my buttocks, the fingers clawing up into my asshole. And still she jammed her boyish body down into me, slamming harder and harder, until I could feel the manufactured balls solidly up into the inner reaches of my thighs.
"Take it, Lila-honey!" Sue suddenly grabbed my arms and pinned me out wide on the bed. She was instantly up at the head of the bed, her knees slamming viciously on my wrists.
"It hurts " was all I could utter, the dildo seemingly ready to split my pussy apart, Sue's knees rough on my wrists. "Hurts...."
"And that's what you did, baby!" Sue called the shots on me, rolling her knees all the harder on my wrists, straddled wide so that her snatch-area was presented raw before my face. "Shove it to her, Big Mike, she needs it!"
I needed it, I had to admit it to myself, and I hung on as Big Mike got up higher on her knees and started pistoning dildo to me, fast and hard.
"Cock, plenty of it!" Sue shrilled, bouncing her snatch closer and closer to my face. "Almost like the real thing!" And she suddenly slammed her pussy right up into my face, jutting it proudly into me. "Take it, service my snatch, baby!"
I flicked my tongue out, rushing it up into the delicate pink moistness. And just as I did, Big Mike picked up the pace of the dildo-thrusting, her hands savagely wrapped about my buttocks. I could feel the instant eruption about to take place and I couldn't seem to stop it.
Both of the girls sensed my orgasm and raced me all the more. Sue screeched that I would be having many more orgasms, so just let it happen. I erupted an unbelievable amount of thick cream, but the pistoning of the dildo never slowed. And all the while, Sue kept jamming her pussy right up flush to my mouth. I had my tongue right up into it and whenever I slowed it, Sue would press down harder with her knees on my wrists, slamming her love mound harder and harder into my face.
The action was coming at me both ways, driving me wild. Just as I thought I was getting used to the feel of so much dildo swelling my pussy, Big Mike would get up higher on her knees and thrust it into me all the harder, letting those wild sounds come from down deep in her throat.
She was amazing, continually flicking kisses down at the lobe of my ear or at the soft of my neck. She was so beautiful and sensual in that boyish way, gentle and yet forceful in her own way. Yeah, and every so often when she really thrust hard dildo to me I could feel her teeth gnashing into the flesh of my neck, those weird sounds coming continually from her.
Ten inches ... I remembered Big Mike bragging about the length of the cock-substitute as she had first proudly displayed it strapped about her trim hips. Ten inches and damned thick ... those had been her exact words, and I was really beginning to experience it all. And I'll tell you what really frightened me, I actually had an urge to start grinding up into it. I could feel her fingers clawing up my asshole urging me to do that, but I ached all over and had all I could do to stay with it.
I stayed with it, all right, experiencing a second orgasm by myself, that pussy of Sue's still rammed right up into my face, her knees jamming even harder over my wrists. I was spread-eagled, feeling the fury of sexual power coming at me both ways.
Three girls ... the two of them taking me through my paces, and I suddenly thought about the many times that I had wondered what college dormitory life would be like. Well, if that first day was any indication it would be wild real wild!
"Swallow hard!" Sue cried out, jamming her hands all the harder on my head, her knees getting more sadistic on my wrists. And then, as she jammed into my face all the more, I realized what those slobbering sounds were right behind her. Big Mike had her tongue up Sue's ass, eating it right out as she pistoned steady dildo to my pussy.
"Now, Lila-honey, now!" Sue erupted her' load, flooding my tongue unbelievably. She had a need to pound at the back of my head as she spurted out everything within her. She pounded harder and harder as her load eased up, seemingly in frustration that she didn't have more to offer me.
"I'm gonna shoot now!" Big Mike warned me, really confusing me. She was shuddering like crazy and I could sense the upheaval of her pussy, but I didn't understand how she could actually shoot heavy cream into my aching snatch. She eased a hand down about the scrotum and squeezed it hard and I felt the thick cream flooding my pussy. That got me going again and I erupted the third time around, my pussy really flooded.
"You can go now, Big Mike." Sue was bossy, after we had rested, all of us struggling to regain our composure.
"Any time at all." The girl with that boyish nickname finally pulled up off of me, my pussy aching all the more the moment she let the dildo plop out. "Just give a call or come down to room "
"We'll let you know," Sue cut her off, handing her the bathrobe. "Some other time." And I realized that Sue would always want things her way. She had that way of looking at the boyish-looking girl and then over at me, seemingly warning the girl that I was her exclusive property.
Well, that's how it was, and that was exactly how I wanted it to be Sue's exclusive property. I craved sexual action of every type and I knew I didn't have the nerve to get it on my own. But with Sue forcing me into the action, I could really let myself go and groove on what I had denied myself for all too long.
Sue knew now to take me through the paces, and that very next day, right after we had attended the various class orientations, she had Artie over to our room. Just one glance between them and I knew what my next giant step in the direction of total sexual freedom would be. Yeah, they had talked it out ahead of time and Artie seemed all in favor of it.
The way they went about it, they really had me reeling. I was at the table by my desk, trying to concentrate on various points of the new term curicula. They just started making out, necking and petting on the edge of her bed. I had to keep sneaking glances, watching their hands go wild, crawling all over each other.
They were doing it purposely, putting on the broad front of total sexual freedom, but it was so obviously to get me turned-on and ready to ball. They were instantly at each other's clothing and it all seemed to be such a perfect blending of actions, their various items of clothing disappearing until she was down to her panties and bra and he was down to only his jockey shorts. Yeah, and I was sneaking glances back and forth, one of my favorite fantasies actually unfolding before my very eyes. I couldn't decide which way I really wanted to go, grooving first on the jam-packed front of his shorts and then at the silky look of her crotch through the filmy panties. Back and forth, watching him tug off her bra and then her panties.
Sue let out the wildest shrill, urging Artie up on his feet, right alongside the bed. I could sense that she had positioned him for my view, too, and then she made a big thing of tugging down his shorts. And it was a big thing, a very big and beautiful thing as that lustrous pubic bush came into sight and then the monstrous cock bobbed up attention. I went wild at the perfect angle of it and I instantly told myself that no dildo in the world could ever be as great as the very real thing, especially one as long and thick as Artie possessed.
My hands tingled and I could feel the surge of envy getting the best of me as Sue rubbed her greedy hands all over the monstrous shaft, spreading her legs out wide as she urged him to mount her.
"Oh, shove it to me, lover!" she shrilled, gyrating all of her body, throwing her snatch right up there as she latched solidly onto the cock and aimed it at her pussy-lips.
"Oh, baby, wild " was all he groaned and instantly thrust her, high up on his knees, the sight of his firm buttocks on the downward drive fantastic to view.
"Give it to me give it to me!" She took up her greedy chant. "Oh, let me have it!"
He let her have it, all right, my pussy getting instantly moist as he pistoned fast and furious cock to her. I couldn't fake it anymore, I had to get up off my seat and move over to the most natural sight in the world, young lovers coupled together, swinging so totally free and easy. I had to ram a hand right up my pussy, fingers crawling up inside the seams of my panties.
"Get those fuckin' clothes off, Lila-honey," Sue called over to me, grinding her snatch continually up at the heavy pistoning of his cock. "Get them off and get in line!"
I was tearing at my clothes, as though they were choking me. A race, whether I would be free of all my clothes before they suffocated me completely. Right down to my panties and bra, I could feel my fingers trembling as I worked hard to unclasp the bra. I let it fall to the floor and eagerly downed my panties, jutting my eager pussy right out at where they were going at it. I was edging completely closer to the bed and I could tell that Artie was enjoying the sight of me totally nude.
"Take it " he tensed, shoving cock all the harder to Sue. "Oh, now now " he shuddered and buckled, and she raced her snatch up to him, obviously making it with him.
I couldn't wait, I was so damned anxious to get my turn at the real thing, and I had that sad moment thinking that Artie was totally spent, and that he wouldn't have it hard for me.
He was resting, catching his breath, his hands still clamped down hard on his body. Then Sue suddenly pried loose of him and his cock jutted out free. I was really surprised, amazed that it was still so hard, almost as rigid as before.
"It's all yours, Lila-honey!" Sue invited me to take her place on the bed. "Just work it back totally hard again. I'll tell you the one thing about Artie. He can get it ready to go the second time faster than anyone I've ever balled with and he lasts forever the second time around!"
The aura of sexual freedom, it was suddenly all around me. I rushed over to the bed, Artie pulling me right into the warmth of his masculine frame. I clung to him, instantly aware of the swollen prick pressed up hard against the start of my stomach, directly above my pubic bush.
I dug his mouth jammed to mine, his tongue slithering and wildly entering mine. I grooved on the game the tongue played up at the roof of my mouth, feeling his cock constantly getting rock-hard up against my stomach.
I looked over at my incredible roommate, watching how she had jumped up on a nearby chair and sat with her legs crossed, her line of view hooked into our action. She was running her hands up into the inner reaches of her thighs, right up close to her moist pussy, semen globs all about it. My mind was buzzing with how calmly she had praised Artie's lovemaking ability and that he was the best of all her lovers. All her lovers ... I enviously imagined hordes of lucky boys getting at her pussy, from the time she had reached puberty, during the time that I had been so painfully sexually repressed. Our lives had been so different during those youthful formative years, and I told myself that I had a lot of catching-up to do.
"Shove it to her!" Sue called over, Artie mounting me, aiming the thick cockhead at the start of my pussy. "Ram her hard, that's her scene!"
I twisted and turned, and then I made an upward retreat, catching Artie off guard, and he had that look of doubt, wondering if I really wanted. I wanted it, all right, but I also wanted Sue to force me into it. I had to be honest about it, darting Sue that certain glance. She knew what I wanted and rushed over to us, grabbing my hands and pinning them back on me.
"You're gonna get real cock!" She sensed my need to hear it like it really was.
"Make me " I hissed up at her, for the. first time being honest in my approach to getting the rough treatment.
"How's this for starters " And she viciously backhanded me, and then even faster gave me a couple of hard slaps. Artie was caught off guard, but Sue assured him that it was my thing.
"Oh, give it to me!" I let it out honestly. "Let me have it " And Artie cockthrusted me sadistically, not stopping until all of the hard shaft had slammed totally into me, those huge balls slapping up into the inner reaches of my thighs.
"That's what it's really all about!" Sue shrilled in my ear, hovering over me, biting hard at the lobe. "Dig it dig it!"
I couldn't move, trying to get accustomed to the feel of the very real thing swelling my pussy, seemingly living and breathing as a separate thing. I wanted to really dig it, and Sue's hands mauling hard at me were helping. I couldn't understand it, but I could really groove on the sexual combined with pain.
I wanted Artie to start working that cock in and out of me, just as Big Mike had pistoned me with dildo. But that would be the very real thing and I was really ready. I could feel Artie's hands tighten at my hips and I let out a string of groans, letting him know that I was ready to take it.
"Give it to her!" Sue seemed even more impatient, urging Artie solidly into it.
He gave it to me, all right, pistoning hard and furious cock to me, grinding me down, shoving and pushing. I was into it and soon I realized that I was responding, actually able to gyrate my pussy right back up to each and every hard cockthrust.
Sue right there at my side, making it so obvious that she called the shots on me, that I was her property that was what really made it for me. I had to be owned, to be totally possessed and she was the person to do it. I was grooving on Artie's fantastic cockthrusting of my pussy, but I was grooving all the more on Sue in the midst of it all.
I dug her teeth continually gnashing into me, first biting at my lobe in between her whispered encouragement to really throw my pussy up at him. Hard and fast, she told me, her mouth roaming down the side of my neck, the teeth continually sinking into the flesh of me there.
I dug the thrusting of cock and I had the sense of relief that I could dig my sex basically straight, and yet go for all the kicks in every possible direction. Kicks, kicks, and then more kicks, that would be the name of the game as Sue's property.
Someone else's property like a bag of dirt or even less the thought had me soaring and I shoved faster pussy to the cock, wanting to feel the hurt. Hard and fast, he seemed to be racing me, showing me that the male in him could outdo any female. It was a close race and I started shuddering and buckling, trying to warn him that I was about to orgasm.
"With you " he groaned right back at my animalistic actions. "Right there!" And he got up higher on his knees and really slammed it to me for the windup. I rushed right back at him, hard and fast, struggling to keep up with him.
The wild eruption, the feeling of really soaring, it really engulfed me. And then within seconds I could feel his eruption flooding and mingling with mine, the togetherness something to rip me apart. And I'll tell you the grooviest part of it all ... and that was having Sue right there with me, all the way with me.
"That's what it's all about," she finally kissed me solidly on the lips, the three of us resting beautifully together.
I was on my way, swinging free and easy in my new life of sexual freedom on the campus. It was as though Sue was taking me from one plateau to the next, each time searching for more and more kicks.
The next step had to be four of us swinging together, Artie bringing his buddy Paul for me. Paul was wild, a lanky kid with sandy hair and a cock that wouldn't stop. We balled like crazy, Sue turning both of the guys on with her displays of sadistic treatment, giving them the chance to see how I really grooved on the rough stuff.
Another step higher on the kick parade ... I walked back into the room one night to find a handsome black stud with Artie and Sue. Artie and Sue were in the nude, the handsome coal-black student was down to only his white jockey shorts, the pouch beautifully jam-packed with hard meat.
"Look what we've got for you," Sue darted me a smug glance.
Sue owned me, that was for sure, and I couldn't hide a damned thing from her. She had noticed the way I had looked at that handsome black stud going from one class to the other. Yeah, not just him but other handsome blacks on the campus. I grew up in a straight and narrow small town that only had two black families. Yeah, I had always been sexually aware of a handsome black teenager, but I had never dared approach him or let him approach me.
Well, I was solidly into my sexual freedom and I got right down on my knees to the black stud, yanking down those undershorts and letting a lot of black cock rub my anxious mouth.
"Percy digs my scene," was all Sue had to inform me, the handsome black's hands instantly rough and yanking at my hair. And I was into a new phase of S & M, the guys who dig humiliating you. He had me right down on my knees, forcing me to worship at his black phallic shrine, telling him how much I dug it. The steps were going constantly upward, from kick to kick, the last one always seeming to damned tame, the search never ending. Kicks, kicks, and then more kicks the campus way of life.
All the way up the sexual ladder of kicks, the word gets around that you really swing and you get into the bondage cults that flourish underground. It's there, once they let you in on the wild all-weekend swinging sprees. And along with the S & M scenes you get into the drug scene, and you wonder where it will all end.
I looked in the mirror ... halfway through that first semester ... and I was frightened. I wasn't looking at anyone I knew. I can still remember pressing closer and closer to that mirror, my fears mounting, wondering what had happened to the original me, the girl so awed by everything that first day on campus.
I needed sexual freedom, but to a certain degree. It's running away from me now, and the S & M route seems to give me my only real kicks. I'm frightened and I know I need help. Telling my story, it's a start ... only the start on finding the true spirit of sexual freedom, when it works for you not destroys you ... I can't let sexual freedom destroy me that's what I'm fighting. First too little and then too much I want the perfect in-between Sexual freedom and love.
SUMMARY
The foregoing case studies are, I believe, some of the most trenchant and insightful of those that have appeared in the series of works of this type. Youth at the college level is especially representative not only of our present situation but of the future situations that society will have to deal with. So many of our current maelstroms of politics, economics and philosophy were born on campus and escalated there into the society-at-large. So, perhaps insight into the sexual problems of this growing segment of the population numerically and influentially is of especial significance.
First, we can say that since these case studies dealt with young people at the height of the sexual drive we were presented with problems of sexual behavior at the most vital stage. Young people on campus are at their most inquisitive stage, seeking knowledge in every realm, experimenting, drinking up experiences this, as I note, in every realm: social, political, philosophical. And surging beneath it all is their sexual nature, a human sexual nature at its most intense time of life.
This fact itself, that these people are living out their portion of life when the sex urge is at its prime can itself contribute to problems of sadomasochistic sexuality. While they are young adults hopefully striving toward adult maturity, they still have a lot of what some psychologists call the savage-child in their emotional make-up. We know that children can be sadistically cruel until they become more socialized. They act out of more primal instincts until the educative process partially tames the "I want what I want when I want it" attitude that first impels them in satisfying their desires.
It is at this early stage of psychosexual development that the seeds of sadomasochistic sexual behavior are planted. And when we consider, in each individual situation, the effect that parents and early authority figures have in collision with the young person's own primal instincts we find that more sadomasochistic sexual needs are often sown. For many parents never outgrow the pull and tug of the primal instincts of sadism and masochism which Freud felt powerfully influenced the behavior of all human beings.
On campus many of these sadoerotic and maoschisticerotic young people collide. And again, the authority figures the teachers, instructors and administrators the surrogate parents, can be brought into the collision course that inevitably brings the sadistically sexual and the masochistically sexual together like magnets. The authority figures are in loco parentis, so occasionally the young person on campus who is sad o masochistically oriented will become involved with them in the same kind of tormented relationship they may have had with parents in early life. As we have seen, young people at the height of their sexual powers, half child, half adult, still working toward painful maturity, make the campus-setting scene particularly vulnerable to the incidence of sadomasochistic sexual behavior.
