Hilton College was a school full of hot coeds. And when Andy Booker was hired to teach at Hilton he jumped at the opportunity. And who wouldn't? What red-blooded man could pass up all that prime pussy? Well, Andy jumped-into his teaching role and into bed with four full-breasted, fun-loving members of the drill team. But what he failed to remember was to "look before you leap."
CHAPTER ONE
"He's really a tight end with a big cock," Mandy Richardson grunted as she and Linda Davies finished stripping the clothes from a tall, young, athletic-looking man.
Mandy pushed her long, black hair back from her face as she stood over the young football player who had caught three touchdown passes that afternoon. "Go ahead, Linda, skin back his dick and let's see what kind of a man he is."
Impatiently, Mandy knelt beside the petite redhead. "Go on! Take his prick in your left hand, at the base, and use your right to rub back the foreskin and let's see the head of his cock."
"Do you think he will be any good for fucking?" Linda asked. "Drunk and passed out like he is? I don't think he can get a hard-on."
"I don't know," Mandy answered, her trembling hand scooping under Linda's palm and fondling the hairy balls of their unconscious subject. "Go ahead, jack him off a little bit and see if you get any response from his limber meat."
Reluctantly, Mandy stood up and began removing her clothes. "Frig him a little faster, Linda. I think you're getting some reaction. I know I saw and felt a twinge in his nice nuts. Damn! Why can't a big, husky athlete hold his booze? That's it, kid! See? The point of his prick is starting to swell. Keep going! Get his cock big and hard! I wonder how much dick he has when it's bloated to full erection."
Mandy pranced around the room, studying the young man who was sitting in the middle of the floor. Mandy glanced at Linda. Her girl friend's hands pumped up and down on the thickening shaft of the man's prick. "I'm glad the other girls split for other places after the game today and left us alone."
"Why?" Linda groaned. "My arms are getting tired. It's hard work-no pun intended-jacking off a drunk."
"If your arms are tired," Mandy snapped, "use your pretty mouth on his prick-if we're going to enjoy fucking him, he has to have a full hard-on. Go on! Give him a blow job and suck him ready!"
"Mandy!" Linda exclaimed. "I've never...."
"Bull!" Mandy interrupted. "You've eaten prick before! I remember the first time-or at least one time. We were on a double date and you were drunk. You sucked off your date in the backseat while I was top-riding mine in front. Boy! That was a good fucking I got that night. The guy had a long, powerful prick that really stabbed deep into my pussy! And you gobbled your guy's cock as if you were starving. Just watching you suck and tongue his cock turned me on, too!"
"Mandy!"
"Oh, crap! Suck his cock and get him hard!" Mandy's impatience increased. She unhooked her bra and tossed it away, baring her tanned tits. "Hurry up! I want the guy's big cock in my cunt. I need a fuck!"
Mandy pushed her black panties to mid-thigh, inserted a finger into the wet slit of her cunt and caressed the nipples of her titties with her other hand. She knelt.
"Damn! I love to watch you do that to a guy's pecker," Mandy whispered as Linda lowered her head, opened her mouth and took just the very tip of the stiffening cock into her mouth.
"Don't suck the jizz out of him," Mandy warned, her voice almost a hiss as Linda's tongue slurped over the swelling glans, her teeth latching onto the mushroom-shaped head. "Oh, well, go ahead and give him a blow job. Maybe he won't come anyway, being stoned. I can just about get a climax watching you mouth-fuck him. Geez! That's good! How can you take so much of his cock into your mouth? Go ahead! I want to see you swallow him all the way! Fuck his cock right down your throat, Linda!"
Mandy stepped out of her panties. "You want to fuck him first, or can I? My cunt is on fire, I need a fucking so bad!"
Mandy stifled a whimper of sexual need. She stabbed a finger into her cunt as she watched Linda's head bobbing up and down, mouth-fucking the inert guy, one hand fondling and squeezing his balls, the other curled around the base of his stiff prick. "What does a cock-his cock-taste like?"
"Yummy." Linda paused in her oral ministering to the athlete's long, thick prong. "It tastes kind of salty and a faint trace of soap-from his shower after the game, I suppose. But his cock tastes real delicious. Like something earthy and musky. Probably because he showered a few hours ago and he hasn't had a chance to get up a sweat."
"We'll get him in a sweat," Mandy promised, chuckling softly and rotating her ass on the finger in her seething cunt.
"I can have a come anytime, Linda, just keep on fucking him deep with your mouth and let me watch his big dick slide in and out of your face. Damn! Swallow his cock all the way into your belly! I'm going to have a blast on my diddle finger! Oh!"
In a moment, Linda quit sucking his prick and stood up. "Go on, have a fuck. Don't let his cock go soft. I'll undress and get ready and watch you romp your pussy on his pecker for a while. I had a little orgasm, just from giving him a blow job."
"You sure know how to suck cock, Linda," Mandy exclaimed, straddling the guy's body and dropping to her knees. She fumbled between her glossy thighs for his prick and lifted it. Her body shivered as she guided his cock into her wet snatch.
"You oughta try it-eating a guy's cock, Mandy," Linda said.
Mandy thought she could hear her girl friend masturbating. "I don't think so. I like to watch you suck cock, but I find the thought of my doing it a little repulsive. I'd rather have a guy's prick rammed into my pussy. Like this!"
Mandy's body slammed downward, driving the full length of the athlete's cock all the way into her tight cunt. "Ugh! God! Big prick! His cock's tearing into my asshole! This is going to be a good fuck!" Mandy panted, pumping her body up and down, her tits flopping as her cunt sucked on his prick. "I wish he were conscious and could fuck me instead of me doing all the fuckin' work!"
Linda screamed shrilly. "I'm having a hot come with my hand. Fuck him faster, Mandy! I'm really having an explosion, watching his huge prick bang into your stretched snatch!"
Mandy sank down hard. Her buttocks flattened against the male's hairy thighs and she savored the convulsions that wracked her cunt as she orgasmed. She grasped her tits and tweaked her hard, pointy nipples harshly. She sighed. "I like the sensation when a guy shoots his stream of jizz into me, too. But this is fantabulous. Hey, wouldn't it be something if Liz Heather could be here and see us fucking this guy? She seems such a prude. I think what she needs is a big, stiff cock fucking her virginal cunt!"
"Either fuck him or get off and let me have a turn," Linda growled, gently slapping Mandy's ass-cheeks. "I need a screw, too, you know. And, after all, I was the one who got his cock stiff."
Without a word, Mandy rolled away onto her back beside the guy, stuffing two fingers of her left hand into her hot cunt. "I just wish I could have had his cum burning and gushing into my pussy. Go ahead and diddle him-then I'll have another crack at him with my cunt!"
She watched Linda kiss the passed-out young man, crushing her proud tits against his chest as she fucked her cunt up and down on his prick. "What do you think of that timid little Sheryl Peters who just joined the drill team? I think she is a virgin and can't even spell fuck, don't you? I'd like to get her around sometime and watch a big stud pour the prick to her pussy!"
Mandy continued masturbating, watching her companion top-ride the guy. "I heard the college is getting a new dean of men. A psychologist. I hope the guy is young and handsome and has a big prick-you know, a head shrink who isn't all 'shrinked' in the vital place!"
"All you talk about is fucking, Mandy," Linda panted, her fucking movements increasing in tempo as she pounded up and down on the huge wet prick.
"You're sure laying pipe, baby! Fuck like mad and have a come! I'm gonna have a blast with my fingers. Pump on that prick. Fuck, oh, fuck!"
Elizabeth Heather occupied a compact two-bedroom bungalow on the far side of the campus, not far from the massive football stadium and the towering fieldhouse where the drill team practiced every afternoon-and she, finally, had been able to make herself ignore the whistles, comments and gestures of the athletes who made it quite clear they would relish "tackling" her between the forty-yard lines or the sheets.
She had vowed that when she came to Hilton College to teach and direct the drill team that no man was going to wrestle his foul body between her legs and hump and huff his dirty cock in her and squirt her full of his filth.
And Georgia McCabe, president of Hilton, hadn't objected in the slightest when Liz told her that she was not much for the inane social functions usually found on college campuses. "And I enjoy doing some things some institutions object to," Liz had started to explain.
"Men?" Georgia McCabe seemed to leer.
Liz had reddened, even though the one word and Miss McCabe's glinting eyes had sent a chill all through her body. "No!" she had blurted. And she was grateful that Georgia hadn't pressed her for details-that she rode a big motorcycle and had a warm penchant to be in close contact with her own sex.
But Liz was intensely bothered by the actions of some girls. They seemed to flaunt their bodies, giving sex-greedy males an unnecessary and totally unlady-like view up under the short skirts of their skimpy drill-team uniforms. And there were several girls who seemed to delight in spurning her orders to keep their knees pressed together while they were sitting on benches along the sidelines while athletic teams were in action. She suspected that Mandy Richardson and Linda Davies carried their exhibitionism far beyond what she had seen during games.
Liz couldn't bring herself to even think of the four-letter words which would precisely describe what she suspected about their behavior. But once, when she was furious about the manner in which they behaved-hoisting their skirts so everyone could see their rounded buttocks and pantied pussies-she had muttered, "I'll bet they aren't virgins!"
Impatient, she wished that Sheryl Peters-who had asked to see her privately-would arrive so that she could leave the campus and get out of town. Liz felt a warmth for the shy freshman who had joined the team. Liz carefully avoided looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror as she adjusted the black bra over her firm breasts and stepped into matching panties. She put on an ankle-length robe that buttoned all the way to the hem. She went to the living room, mixed a moderate drink, then sat down to wait for the young girl. I can dress quickly and leave town as soon as Sheryl has departed, she mused.
Liz saw the girl walking toward her house and she rose to let Sheryl in. "Come in, Sheryl," Liz welcomed, aware of a pulsating shiver as she looked at the girl's full lips and cheeks made blushy by the crisp November air.
"Want a drink?" Liz asked. She shrugged at Sheryl's refusal. "Well? Tell me what you have on your mind?"
"It's just being on the drill team," Sheryl blurted, hazel eyes downcast, her fine auburn hair fluffy around her dainty, oval face. "I didn't want to join-don't like all this prancing around-almost naked!"
Liz frowned. "Then quit," she answered softly.
"I can't, really. My mother insists that I come out for the team-and Miss McCabe assured my mother that nothing could or would prevent it."
"Just exactly what do you dislike about the team, Sheryl? Perhaps I can ease whatever is bothering you."
"I don't like being almost naked!" Sheryl repeated. "I hate the uniforms that don't hardly cover our bottoms and are so tight that I feel they are transparent and everyone can see our...." she hesitated to indicate her heaving breasts and her crotch. "And I just about faint, the way the men stare. Their eyes seem glued to my-between my legs. And I know what they are thinking! They are thinking about getting me all naked and taking off their clothes and-doing it to me!"
Poor baby," Liz murmured. "But I can't do much about it. You see, Miss McCabe selected the uniforms and she is stubborn and unrelenting about obtaining things a bit more modest. I think you will be more at ease if you'll just forget about the stares and do your part. Don't forget: There are thirty-nine others performing at the same time and a man's eyes aren't going to be focused on you. Think over what I say-and just try to pretend you aren't exposed at all."
After the girl had nodded and gone, Liz mixed another drink, struggling with a strange sensation. She found herself wondering what it would be like to have the very beautiful, timid girl naked and in bed with her, with their arms wrapped around each other, bodies touching, breasts crushed together. Liz sighed, then she hurried toward her bedroom to dress for her motorcycle ride.
CHAPTER TWO
Andy Booker drove his Corvette along the state highway, his U Haul trailer following like a faithful pet. The closer he got to Hilton, the more excited he became.
"And it ain't just the challenge of a new job," he said to himself. He figured his formal duties wouldn't be much different from others that he had had. He would teach a course in psychology and counsel male members of the student body.
The excitement was centered in his loins. The thought of being around Georgia McCabe again heated his blood and made his cock hard. When she had called him, imploring him to take the position, her voice told him there were all kinds of exciting things to expect. "And, if I remember Georgia, she's a hot fuck," he said softly, grinning. "And this stud hasn't had a piece of ass in more'n a week."
On impulse, twenty-seven miles from Hilton, Andy wheeled the Corvette, with a complaint of rubber, into the nearly empty parking lot of a restaurant. He parked near an MG, stretched away his driving cramps and entered the Country Inn.
His eyes slowly became accustomed to the dim light as he straddled a barstool. Then he saw her, alone in a dark booth. Casually, he studied her reflection through the mirror above the bar.
Andy picked up his glass and swiveled on the stool to peer at her boldly. Her blue eyes met his for a second, then her gaze was diverted. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. She seemed to cower under his steady stare. He was puzzled by her skin-tight suede outfit. It seemed to be vulcanized to her body, accenting her full breasts, tips pointing out and up.
"Hot-lookin' stuff, ain't she?" the bartender said.
Andy nodded.
"She teaches up the road at Hilton College," the bartender provided. "But she's about as hot as the ice cubes in your glass."
"Just my luck." Andy replied, deliberately keeping his eyes pasted to her proud-looking breasts, "Haven't had a piece of ass in-some time."
"She looks like she can really fuck." the bartender said. "But she holds off the studs as if she had a gun in one hand and a club in the other. Never saw her even talk with a guy."
"Dandy set of tits," Andy murmured. "I'd like to see the whole thing in the raw, without that monkey suit."
"Hell!" the bartender snorted, "that thing fits so tight I don't need to see her in the buff to know what kind of body she's got! Take a look at her when she gets out of the booth; that second skin clearly outlines her cunt and just about rips her ass in halves."
"Sure like to throw the prick into her," Andy said.
"If you ever do, please let me know what her cunt is like-whether she renders it down or freezes it off."
As she slid out of the booth and approached the bar, Andy winked at her, never taking his eyes from her svelte figure, muscles springy and writhing under the tight suede that made her breasts appear solid and more than a handful.
"Mix me another, Sam," she said.
Andy peered at her as she stood coldly beside him. "Buy you a drink?" he murmured.
"Why?" she asked. "Because you want to be a nice guy and spend your money, or because you want to make me?"
"Maybe all of that and more," Andy answered, his eyes roving lustfully over her body. Suddenly, he was snapped to the side under the blurring backlash of her hand against his cheek.
Straightening, Andy grinned at the bartender, then watched her swagger back to the booth with her drink. "You're right; that getup she's wearing sure outlines her treasure trove and just about splits the vein to the mine entrance." He pointed to indicate the deep cleavage between her ass-cheeks. "Damn! I'd like to get my hands on those melons and probe her pussy! I'll bet that territory has never been worked."
"Translated, what you're saying is that you'd bet she's never been fucked!"
"Keerect," Andy acknowledged.
"Maybe you have something on the ball; I never saw her speak to any man in here but me. Usually, she ignores everyone-and she walked right up and stood next to you. You could have pinched her tit, if you'd have flexed your fingers."
"I'm lucky." Andy shook his head and smiled ruefully. "She merely slapped me for appreciating what a beautiful female she is. And if I'd pinched her tittie, she'd probably have killed me!"
"Might be worth it," the bartender chuckled.
Impulsively, Andy called out to her, "I understand you're an instructor at Hilton College?"
She glanced up quickly, as if he had returned her slap. She nodded, then turned her gaze back to her drink.
"I will be too," Andy interjected.
"Welcome to Hilton College," she said sarcastically.
"My name is Andy Booker," he said, watching her closely. He held his breath for a moment as her eyelids fluttered briefly.
He watched her flex her legs, swing her arms up over her head, arching her breasts. "She is beautiful," Andy whispered to the bartender.
"And unfuckable," the bartender growled.
Andy watched her slither from the booth and dart her arms into a heavy coat. She picked up her gloves and crash helmet. "You men think you're so damned smart," she snapped.
Andy and the bartender laughed. For a moment, Andy dallied with his drink as she swaggered across the small dance floor to the exit. Then he rose to follow her.
"Her name is Elizabeth Heather," the bartender called after him.
Lounging against the building in deep shadow, Andy watched her get on a big Harley motorcycle. He wondered whether she had the strength to stomp the big two-wheeler to life.
"Quite a beast you get around on, Miss Heather," Andy chuckled.
"Go to...!" she swore before the engine drowned out the last of her statement.
He watched her shove it into gear and ease in the clutch. The motorcycle started slowly enough, then wobbled, careened across the empty parking lot, heeled over, cut back, straightened, heeled again, then lunged into a sharp turn.
In the dim light, he saw her mouth open as if she were about to scream or swear before she was thrown from the seat. She landed on a swath of lawn where the blacktop ended. She rolled lumpily, stopping a few feet from a huge tree.
Andy dashed to the cycle and cut the ignition.
He bent over her and raised her head. She groaned, and he helped her to a sitting position with a hand blatantly covering a ripe breast. "You hurt, Miss Heather?" He felt her tense as his hand worked over her tit, under the heavy coat.
"How do I know," she gasped. "It knocked the wind out of me. Get-your-hand-off!" she gasped as he grinned at her and massaged her big breasts through the thin leather.
Andy could feel the strong, quickening pulse of her heartbeat through her tit. "I thought you could ride that thing," he said, studying her pale face for a moment. "Maybe you had a drink too many," he teased her. "You better ride on to Hilton with me," he said decisively, picking her up in his arms and carrying her toward the Corvette.
"The cycle...." she began to say. But the bartender called from the open door of the club, "I'll have someone haul it to the college in the morning, Ma'am."
As he got into the Corvette, the bartender called, "Take good care of the little lady."
Shifting into gear, Andy glanced at Liz Heather. She was huddled in her coat, head nodding forward, eyes open and furtive like those of a fearful young animal. Her face looked pale.
Proud young bitch, he thought. I'd sure like to strip her out of that comic outfit, flop her over my knees, spank her bottom, throw her in the middle of a bed and fuck her 'til she had about six miles of hard prick rammed in and out of her cunt.
"Probably scream like a wounded panther," he said aloud.
"What?" Liz asked numbly.
Andy gave her a fleeting smile, daring himself to rip away her clothes and expose that luscious figure to his eyes. The thought began to mushroom. He wondered how much hell she would raise if he raped her! Would it be rape? Most likely, he frowned. But, maybe, she would like it, if she ever got the feel of a big prick fucking in and out of her snatch.
Wanta fuck? he wanted to whisper to her. Before she could respond to his mental telepathy, he asked, "Where do you live?"
Andy parked behind her bungalow, so the U Haul trailer was screened from the street. Quickly, he circled the front of the car and swung her door open. He scooped up her slight figure, despite her protests.
"I can walk," Liz stammered.
"You're liable to stumble over your mittens," Andy smirked. Her body felt tense in his arms, her hands folded across her breasts. He fumbled for the doorknob and carried her through the house to the living room. He set her on her feet. "Don't move; I'll find a light switch."
"The lamp near the front door," she said.
Andy found the switch, then he turned and moved in behind her. He grasped the collar of her coat, and she dropped her arms as the coat slid away.
"Where's the crash helmet?" he asked, his hands gripping her upper arms. "In the back of your car."
"Where'd you get that goofy outfit?" he leered. "I made it!"
"Glue on?"
"Lotsa zippers," she pouted.
"If you have any booze, why don't you fix us a drink?" Andy watched her shrug and open a hutch in the hallway. How I would like to see her naked! he stewed, not caring whether or not the bulge of his fattening cock showed in his pants.
His eyes flowed up and down her body, admiring the smooth ripple of muscles in her back and thighs. He wondered whether her tits would sag or remain tilted, once she was peeled out of that damned outfit. His mind told him they would stand up and out, ready to be fondled and kissed.
She oozes with heat, Andy mused as she approached, extending a drink. He started to reach past the glass to grip her upper arm. His senses were blurred with carnal need.
"Don't touch me!" Liz snapped.
Andy reached for her with his free hand, but she seemed to recoil from him without actually moving. Her eyes flashed angrily.
"I'm going to-fuck you!" Andy blurted out. He felt that his harsh statement would be a fair test-her reaction-to see what to expect if he did rape her.
He shuffled out of his coat, unbuttoned his shirt and flung them away. Slowly, he tugged the skivvy shirt over his head, his eyes holding hers.
"No!" Liz gasped.
"Yes!" Andy taunted her, pushing his bulging crotch outward, accenting the big cock that he promised her.
Liz's eyes widened as she stared at the outline of his immensely swollen prick.
"No," she whimpered this time. She froze as Andy set his empty glass on a table and reached for her with his hands. He cupped her face, then lifted her chin. He pulled her toward him, held her still as she stumbled slightly. A gasp escaped her lips before his lips found hers in an almost savage hunger.
Andy's hand slid down across the taut flesh of a breast, prowling up and down her lithe back, from the nape of her neck to the firm roundness of her quivering ass-cheeks.
"You're going to be a good piece of ass!" he gloated, forcing his tongue into her mouth. "A real tight cunt for my great big cock!"
"Ugh!" Liz mumbled.
Andy found a zipper tab at the nape of her neck. He tightened his arm around her as she squirmed. He worried the zipper down the delectable curve of her spine to the flare of her ass. The garment parted, then sagged away from her upper torso.
Next, he unzipped her sleeves. For a moment, he had to hold both of her arms behind her back as she struggled. Almost roughly, he wrestled her to the floor, kneeling on her midsection and unzipping the legs of her outfit. The garment came away in two pieces and Andy stood over her, staring down at her.
Her full breast mounds flowed, milky white, over the top of her low-cut bra. The flesh of her cleavage looked smooth and delectably firm as she breathed in shallow pants.
Her hands couldn't conceal her body from his gaze any more than could her bra and panties. Andy was breathing heavily as he admired the sexually desirable creature on the floor.
Slowly, he bent over her, his hands roving over her creamy skin, touching her blonde hair, her smooth shoulders, finding her supple back, her rounded ass, her lean, tapering thighs.
He knew his fingers were trembling as he ran them under the elastic band of her panties, feeling the crinkle of the coarse, golden hair on her pubic mound.
Liz tried to squirm and writhe away from him, but he held her fast.
"No," she muttered. "No, no, no. What are you going to do?"
The question was academic; her eyes, on his tented pants, told him what she didn't want to know. Quickly, tenderly, Andy scooped her into his arms and strode toward the bedroom. Almost reluctantly, he lowered her warm, trembling body to the bed. Quickly, he slipped out of his pants, shorts and shoes. He denuded her by flopping her onto her tummy and springing the hooks of her bra. With a hand under her belly, he lifted her and stripped her panties off her legs. Impulsively, he planted a big kiss on the pinched crack of her ass, ran his hot, wet, coarse tongue up and down the taut groove.
"Want me to fuck you dog-fashion? Or, do you want me to fuck you belly to belly?"
Her naked perfumy body stunned him. So fragile; so beautiful-so fuckable!
Andy hovered over her, his massive prick wobbling about. He captured her face in his sweaty hands, lowered his head and kissed her lips, which were cool and immobile for a moment, then responding slightly.
"No," she whispered, her tongue trying to evict his tongue as he tasted and savored the hotness inside her mouth. "Don't do it! What are you going to do?"
Andy found a breast with his cupped hand. He toyed with her tit lovingly, exultant as his caress stimulated her dainty, dark nipple out to a hard, blunt point. With the tip of his index finger, he depressed her nipple back into the warm mound of flesh. He rubbed her quivering tummy with the flat of his other hand.
Liz's feet kicked feebly in protest as he ran his hand over her taut stomach and the profuse golden pubic hairs that grew in beautiful wildness down between her legs. "Please! No!"
But her thighs trembled apart, just an inch or so at first. Then farther and farther until her sleek legs, out straight, formed a broad V.
"Do you like your titties sucked and kissed?" he mumbled, trailing his tongue from her panting mouth, down her neck to her hot, heaving breasts.
Liz gasped raggedly as he dabbled his tongue against the swollen nipple. His lips pursed over the spongy point as the index finger of his right hand gently parted the fleshy outer folds of her moistening cunt. Her vaginal aroma, sweet-smelling and pungent, teased his nostrils and her buttocks jumped erratically as he frigged her clit.
"Virgin?" he panted, his finger coursing up and down the narrow crevice of her cunt, feeling the inner petals swell and slicken. "You never been fucked before? Never had a man's big cock in your channel? You don't know what you've been missing, keeping this hot little pussy idle, hidden away between these gorgeous thighs!"
He placed his right knee on the bed so that it touched her hip. "Open your eyes and take a look; see what you're going to get-right up your tight little virgin cunt."
He smiled lecherously as her eyes, knowing where to go, widened as they focused on his massive cock. "No, no, no!" she screamed as she surveyed the thick shaft, the swollen glans, the winking eye that oozed his male seed.
"It's too big!" she shrieked, but she didn't move as he came onto the bed, positioning his knees between her outstretched thighs.
Andy pulled a pillow from under the bedspread. She felt weightless as he scooped a big palm under her ass and lifted her. He was tempted to kiss and suck her cunt, it looked so ripe and honey-coated to him.
Her knees bent, then flopped away from him.
"You'll like this," Andy groaned, inching toward her, his chest brushing against the tips of her breasts. He took his big prick in one hand and bent it toward her pussy.
Liz squirmed slightly as the hot head touched her cunt-lips, then she screamed as his cock started to enter her tight pussy.
"No!" she whined. She gulped helplessly as the blunt, plum-shaped point of his prick pressed against the entry to her cunt. One hand curled behind her head, at her neck, to hold her from lurching away as he applied pressure to her pussy.
She shrieked as the bulb of his prick stretched her pussy and slid inside her body. Andy groaned as his cock soaked in her tight; moist cunt.
His knees forced her thighs farther apart; a hand fumbled between them and he found the curly mat of her pubic hair, the slick lips of her pussy.
"No!" she cried out against his chest. "Don't, you bastard! Don't violate me! Don't, you rapist!" He nudged at her with his stone-hard, pulsating prick. "Don't penetrate me!"
Her breath drew in sharply as Andy found the deeper fire of her snatch and he eased his body forward, his prick exploring the sweet, molten mouth of her cunt. No hymen. Could have been slashed accidentally. But, she's virgin-and her cunt's real tight.
"You've done it," she wailed softly. "You found me! You're there, you dirty, rotten man! You're in me!"
Andy paused, reveling in the liquid fire of her pussy. He was prepared-almost expected-to withstand her striking, biting or scratching. He glanced downward between them. She had taken about four and a half inches of his cock-another four inches to go.
Then there was a deep, muscle-flexing tremor. Her thighs became more accommodating. She seemed to reach for him physically with her body. Her hands waved in the air-and settled on his shoulders. Her hand rubbed experi mentally at the nape of his neck, another timidly caressed his chest.
"Damn you!" she swore, her body starting to convulse as he pushed more and more of his cock into her cunt, stretching her insides. Then she had all of his prick inside her pussy, his heavy balls bouncing against her upturned, flattened ass-cheeks.
"You have it all, baby. You've taken every inch of my prick and it didn't hurt you a bit. Come on! Let's give you the first fuck of your life!"
He extracted most of his cock and she trembled. She moaned, her feet flailing the air. She exhaled roughly as he impaled her with a long, smooth, slippery stroke. He let his cock soak deep in her wet cunt. Her cunt felt like a coiling snake around the barrel of his cock. He began a slow rhythm of fucking her, and her cunt was contorting, ready to accept his cock.
Then she began gasping, her lips dousing his chest with kisses, as he pumped his prick into her pussy. Her body lurched upward and her heels beat against his humping butt. Her passion exploded in a frantic up-fucking of her ass. Cries escaped from her throat and her teeth nipped at his neck.
Andy grabbed her ass-cheeks in both hands and began pouring the prick to her dripping cunt, using long fuck strokes, forcing her orgasm to last and last and last. He subsided for a moment and let her recoup her strength, then he went at her cunt again, fucking his prick into her, reaming her snatch, her fire blending with his.
She screamed. Andy fucked faster, slamming deep to gush his jizz into her sucking pussy....
CHAPTER THREE
What a hot fucking welcome. Andy smiled a little smugly after making a telephone call for directions and leaving the Hilton Motor Inn where he had registered for a week, to give him time to get settled on campus. He unhitched the U Haul from the Corvette and drove to Georgia McCabe's apartment.
The tree-lined campus street was deserted. Sunday. "I'll bet Georgia isn't at church," he murmured, smiling with anticipation of seeing the tall brunette again. He located her address and parked a block away, choosing to walk to her place, giving him time to think of Georgia's fuckable body.
A legend in the recessed entry at her apartment foyer indicated she occupied the front apartment. "Must be that one," Andy said. A light was on inside.
He hesitated ringing the doorbell, relishing the thought of walking in on Georgia. He wondered if she was still an uninhibited woman who would prowl for prick if it weren't available right when she wanted a good fucking.
Andy saw the sliver of light that escaped through the drapes of her studio window, wondering if Georgia was at home. Then-he retreated into the shadows-the drapes were whipped back and Doctor Georgia McCabe was standing there, not ten feet from him, holding a drink in her long fingers. She turned slowly, facing away from him. The fingers of her free hand went to her close-clipped black hair. The hand drifted away to her throat, then downward to cup first one, then the other of her opulent breasts through her tight sheath dress.
"That's my Georgia," Andy breathed, feeling his cock and balls through his pants pockets. "In heat, apparently." He watched her set the glass on the windowsill and hold her hands against her lean flanks, caressing herself. His pulse quickened as Georgia's hands rubbed across her flat tummy, over the inviting, curvy slope of her hairy crotch, then around to her ample buttocks.
Fingers of one hand found the zipper tab at the top at her dress and worked it downward, past the ripe flare of her buttocks. Georgia worked the full-length, tight sleeves off her arms and let the satiny garment hang from her narrow waist.
Andy whistled softly as he surveyed her plump tits in full bloom, about to flow over the low-cut cups of her scanty bra. "You still have those magnificent tits," he appraised softly. "And I'll bet your red-hot cunt hasn't spoiled or been let go to waste, either. I wonder how many students at Hilton College have serviced that hot hole between those racehorse legs?"
Your sex hunger cost you the last job where we worked, Andy mused, remembering when they had taught at a small Midwestern college. And a couple of hot-cunted coeds had made my life a little uncomfortable, too, he admitted. I was just a step ahead of a paternity suit when you called.
He wanted to be in there with her, having a drink, but he also enjoyed watching her. Especially when she pushed the sheath over her hips and let it fall out of sight. Her body movements told him that she had kicked it away. All he could see was her body-a lot of olive-tinted skin, her mini bra and black bikini panties. You always turned me on when you went around like that. He inhaled sharply. Are you wearing black mesh stockings? Damn! your legs look great in those tight net things!
She took a sip of her drink, then set the glass down. Turn this way, Andy thought. I want you to see me watching you as you take off your bra! Her hands found the hooks and her magnificent breasts were exposed in full bloom, dark buds tipping them.
Georgia massaged her big breasts delicately, bent them together and tilted them upward, lowering her face to kiss the nipples-sucking first one, then the other.
What a set of firm knockers. Andy squeezed his swollen cock inside his pants. Just watching you makes my balls ache!
Georgia stepped forward, crushing her breasts against the cool glass of the window. Standing thus, she skinned out of her panties and rubbed her pubic mound against a verticle stile in the window.
Andy watched her dry-fuck the wooden slat for a moment, then she turned away and stalked away, naked-except for black net stockings that reached to her crotch-with full-rounded hips swinging, filling his field of vision.
In a couple of minutes, she was back. Andy grinned. "You still have your dildo, huh? How long have you had that fake prick? I remember you used to fill it with bourbon and suck it while you were being screwed! And, once, when we were loaded, you insisted on sucking the real thing-you wanted a squirt of 'creme de maleth'."
Andy stepped up to the edge of the window to watch Georgia get down on her hands and knees, her ass facing toward him, the thick flanges of her red-fleshed pussy sagging and he could see the bright red inner lips of her cunt.
He was amazed that she could take so much of the tool into her mouth. She squeezed the phony balls and slurped. Andy presumed she had filled the thing with booze. She told him once that she liked to make it come in her pussy-it made her cunt contract, gave her a tight snatch.
Then, resting her head and shoulders on the carpet, Georgia pushed the big instrument down under her body. She brought it up and found her furrow with the big knob. Her back arched as she fucked it into her twat. Andy wished that he could hear what she was saying as she twisted the dildo back and forth, cramming it into her cunt, pushing her thick outer pussy-lips in with the thick barrel. She had it all; the artificial balls were against her mound. She tried to get even more of the ten-inch dildo into her twat.
Oh fuck! he thought as she began masturbating, fucking the tool in and out of her cunt-hole. Faster and faster. With the artificial cock rammed in deep, impaling her pussy, she began to enjoy the throes of orgasm.
Andy placed a heavy thumb on the doorbell.
In a few seconds the door opened about six inches. "Come in, you long-gone stallion! I knew it had to be you. Only you would set down on the doorbell that hard and long while a girl is taking calisthenics."
Andy grinned at her. He kissed her and tweaked her distended nipples. The dildo was still imbedded in Georgia's snatch, the false balls squeezed by her clenched thighs.
"Want some real cock, baby? It's been a long time."
Andy watched her and began undressing. Naked, he strode to the window and pulled the drapes. Georgia approached him, walking on her knees.
"Let me have a good suck of real cock-this thing feels good in me for the moment. I'll give you a little blow job-then we'll fuck all the rest of the day."
Georgia's dark eyes were impish looking as she took his balls in her cupped hands. She skinned back his prick and traced her tongue over the super-sensitive area behind the corona. Andy quivered as she milked his cock and sucked the plum-shaped head into her mouth.
"God, you really know how to suck a man's cock!" he grunted.
"It's not so much knowing how to give a blow job," Georgia mumbled, sucking him hard, "it's really enjoying having a big, salty prick in one's mouth. And I love mouthfucking and sucking off a real tasty prick."
Andy hunched his hips and drove about four inches of prick into her throat. Georgia gobbled obediently and took a couple of more inches of the gristle into her gullet, her tongue working and flailing, her mouth sucking and eating the meat of his cock.
With just the knob lodged in one cheek, Georgia said, "If you play all of your cards right, you'll be able to get a lot of fresh, young pussy here at Hilton College-this place is loaded with pretty young pussies and handsome studs. They're all rich, to boot."
Andy curled his hands behind her head, thumbs rubbing against her ears. "Don't talk," he gasped, "give me a good fuck with your mouth."
"I wanta top-ride the pee out of you," Georgia panted, her mouth fucking up and down furiously on his throbbing cock. "Don't come!" she gurgled. "I want you to jizz my cunt!"
A little later, with her cunt devouring his cock, Georgia fumbled with his balls, stuffed one of them into her cunt along with his cockshaft. "By damn! That really fills up my prick-hungry cunt-which you really snatch!" t She leaned low over him, teasing her nipples against his open, slightly puckered lips. "Don't bite; just suck my boobies. And no hickies! I don't want some freshman bull calf telling all the older studs on campus that someone chawed on my milk bottles."
Andy captured a nipple and ground his teeth on it gently. Georgia sighed rapturously and began pumping her cunt up and down on his prick. His hairy testicle fell out of her pussy and lay sticky against his thigh. Her cunt began to churn inside and she fucked faster and faster. Andy knew she was about to light all four burners and sizzle into a climax. Her slick cunt was clutching and spasming around his ready-to-explode prick. She grabbed his ears and began whimpering into his ear as she blasted.
He let her have her way, holding back, figuring that it was a good thing he had fucked little Liz Heather the night before or he would have flooded his cum by now.
Andy rocked his body up to meet her downward thrust and his climax began to build. His palms rested on her sweat-streaked flanks. Her eyes were wild-looking as her body arched backward. She slammed down hard, grinding her cunt-lips and clit against his pelvis. She screamed wildly, and he fucked upward, driving his prick deep into her seething twat and letting her have his pent-up jizz.
Georgia's voice quavered with passionate fulfillment. "Oooooh, it's just delicious the way you fuck your cock into me and shoot my pussy full of juice...."
After a week, Andy was easing into the routine at Hilton College; he had an apartment on the fifth floor where Georgia lived; he taught three classes of Psychology I; he had heard some gossip about himself and Liz Heather; he met some of the drill team kittens-some of them lived in the same apartment building.
Behind the box-like sandstone apartment house, Andy slid into his Corvette and the engine roared to life. His mind toyed with thoughts of Elizabeth Heather for a minute as the engine warmed. He hadn't seen her since that night and hadn't had much time to think about her. But the vision of her naked body popped into his head at odd and idle times.
He drove through the sprawling Hilton College campus-the instituion was financed, according to Georgia, by a wealthy West Coast industrialist. At the city limits, he turned into Hilton Haus, cut the engine and went inside, straight to the bar.
Alone in a booth, he ordered a Scotch and water. The voices of two young women drifted to him over the high partition that divided the booths.
"Yes! He's handsome. I have him for shrink class. About six feet, a hundred-ninety pounds-build like a halfback, handsome as a movie star-well, TV, at least. Yes! Doctor Andy Booker."
Andy grinned into his drink and lit a Parliament. "I'd like to have him fuck me!" one girl said. "Mandy!"
"Come on, Linda! He's a handsome guy. His pants tell me he's all man and half stallion at least."
"You don't know him," Linda protested. "He's got a big cock-what's to know?" Mandy snapped.
Andy caught his breath. He knew who the young women in the next booth were. Mandy Richardson and Linda Davies. Miss Richardson was in his class-along with some other members of the drill team-"the pussies", they called themselves in private. Both lived in the same house.
Miss Richardson was the only one from class whom he recalled vividly. There had been no first-day nervousness on his part as he entered the classroom. But this didn't last a hell of a long time.
Mandy Richardson and some other young women were seated in the front row. Miss Richardson stood out. Her satiny sheath dress seemed to be vulcanized to her body, accenting her sleek thighs, molding around her full, saucy breasts and caressing the gentle roll of her stomach. The black sheen of material complemented the excited sparkle in her eyes.
She had crossed her legs carefully-with a certain amount of disdain. The other girls followed her lead. All gave him slow flashes of creamy thighs, as perfect as fine porcelain. Mandy wore no slip or panties.
Skirts rode high on thighs-no frilly slip hems. Absolutely no panties! Just swatches of crinkly pubic hair where their sleek thighs blended into their youthful bodies. A promise of bodies blending....
Bare pussies, young ones, always tantalized him.
"I'm gonna get him to fuck me!" Mandy said, her voice interrupting Andy's dream of naked young coeds.
"Mandy! When?"
"I think-tonight!"
Andy fornwed slightly as he heard their flutter of laughter.
"You may think, Linda, that it sounds brazen for me to say I'm going to get the psych prof to screw me. But I think we girls-all girls-should be more aggressive. Just think how exciting it would be for a woman to rape a man."
Andy bent his head over his drink, lighting another cigarette.
"Mandy, I don't know how we would go about it," Linda said doubtfully. "I think a woman-or women-would need a certain amount of cooperation from the man. And I think any normal man would quickly become the aggressor, especially once he saw your beautiful body without any clothes."
There was a momentary lull in the conversation and Andy signalled for another drink. He wondered whether it would be possible for a couple of women to commit rape.
Then Linda said thoughtfully, "Didn't we rape that football player?"
"Not exactly what I had in mind," Mandy answered brusquely. "I mean take him against his will-rape the bastard! Get his cock hard, even if he resists, and a whole bunch of girls fuck him until he thinks his prick is going to fall off!"
Andy heard a rustling in the next booth, then he looked up as the pair paused at his table.
"Hello," Mandy said, fluffing the profuse black hair from under her coat collar.
"Hello, ladies," Andy replied. "Buy you a drink?" He wished he could read Mandy's thoughts. She had said she was going to get him to bang her tonight. Now, here he was. He wondered what she had in mind. He glanced from Mandy's heaving breasts, marveling at their size and weight, to the smaller Linda, aware that her full-length coat failed to disguise her seductive figure.
"Maybe one," Mandy said sulkily, sitting beside him without taking off her coat.
Andy called to the bartender, "A drink for the young ladies." He leaned back and moved his left leg against Mandy's thigh. He felt an electrical tensing of her muscles. He watched her. Her eyes swung below the table to his crotch, and Andy knew she could detect the swelling of his cock that was beginning to tent his pants.
"I have some things I have to do," Mandy said. "This will have to be a quickie."
"And I have to get back to my apartment," Andy said amiably. And what we are going to do won't be any quickie, he thought with hot anticipation. "Inasmuch as we live in the same apartment building, maybe I could give you a lift?"
He glanced at Linda Davies, watched her scoot out of the booth. Her thought was almost as plain as written words as she smiled at him: You're playing right into her hands, stud!
Andy was aware that Mandy was a little more than a trifle loaded as they entered the large house. "Wanta come up for a nightcap?" Without a word, she followed him into the elevator. Her smile was smug, her eyes smoky-looking. He thought he could smell the aroma of her hot musky sex.
As he mixed drinks, he wondered if Mandy had heard what he had heard as they entered the building. The woman's voice was plaintive and pleading-high notes of sexual pleasure. Someone was fucking Georgia, pumping the prick to her pussy.
Returning with a couple of drinks, he noticed that Mandy had removed her coat and was half-sprawling on the couch, one foot on it, legs flung apart carelessly. He could see a lot of bare thighs and a little of her silky panties.
"You're loaded now, aren't you?" he asked, letting her know by his eyes that he admired her sexy promise. He half-turned as she tasted the drink and set the glass on an end table. Slowly, she peeled the woolen sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor.
He shook his head and clucked his lips as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts out at him.
"What are you trying to prove?" he asked mildly as she freed the hooks of her bra. She dropped her bra atop the sweater.
"Like 'em? Do anything for you?" Her eyes were again smoky and challenging.
"Maybe," he murmured, deliberately leering at her near-nudity, letting his eyes rove back and forth across her luscious breasts, the dark tips and large areolas. His grin broadened as she sucked in her tummy and cupped her breasts with both hands. "Is that all you got?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Mandy's face seemed to darken as they exchanged stares. Then she lurched to her feet and stripped off her skirt, paraded around the room in low-heeled shoes and bikini panties. "I can tell this does things for you-or for your thing," she breathed, taunting him by swaying her hips and bosom mounds. "You're getting all stuffy in your pants."
"You're right, Mandy," Andy admitted. "Want a little fucking, huh? Did you hear the sounds in Georgia's apartment? I bet she's getting a little or a lot. Probably giving the guy a luscious blow job, too. You know, sucking his cock and taking his cum into her cunt."
"I won't do that!" Mandy flared.
He moved toward her, until his right knee touched her left one. Andy lowered a hand to stroke her hair, then he cupped her chin. He tilted her face upward, peered into her eyes. Mandy turned slightly, a breast only inches from his arm.
"Want some cock in you, do you?"
Mandy didn't try to draw away from his hand. "I like the way you say dirty words," she murmured.
"Turns you on, eh? You like to hear a man say words like cock and prick and cunt and snatch and pussy and fuck? Are you as good at putting the real things together-prick in pussy-as you look and pretend?"
Her smile was haughty-looking, and Andy found himself wanting to stab her young body with his cock and fuck the shit out of her. "Think you can take eight or nine inches of prick in your twat?"
Suddenly, he grabbed her arm. She reeled slightly as he tugged. He captured a bare breast roughly and pinched her nipple, then he pulled her body against his. He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her brutally, his free hand dropping his pants and skivvies.
He let her catch her breath. Mandy struggled feebly as he snarled his fingers in her hair. "So you don't suck a man's cock, huh? We'll see!"
Again he crushed his mouth to hers and mauled her tits, pushing his cock against her belly. "You're asking for it; I'm not pushing it on you. I'll fuck you and make you suck me off for good measure!"
Andy stroked her lean back roughly, forcing a hand under the top band of her panties.
"Not that," she whispered, twisting her face away from his.
Andy massaged the smooth cheeks of her ass, and she hunched against the hard cock that was denting her soft tummy. He ran his fingers up and down the tensed crack between her ass-cheeks, and she sighed loudly against his throat.
"Want me to throw my cock into you in one plunge? Or do you want me to ease it into your cunt-about nine inches of hot, hard, ready meat?"
He pushed her panties down to mid-thigh. Suddenly, he released her and stepped back to finish undressing. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples fully bloated with lust.
Andy bent to one knee and ripped her panties to shreds before she could utter a protest. He grabbed a handful of her black pubic hair until she squealed. "Nice carpet around your pussy," he said, standing up. He took her hands and pushed her fingers around his massive cock.
Her fingers tried to recoil from the touch of his cock-flesh, but he kept them bent around his bone. "Like the feel of a man's cock in your hands? I think you'll like it better when I cram your mouth full of it!"
"No, no, no!" Mandy protested. "Not that! Don't make me suck you off! I just want you to spear it into my cunt and fuck me and make me feel dreamy good with your prick in my hot hole!"
"You'll get that-lots of prick-yards of it in your snatch. But you'll eat my cock, too!"
"It's too big for that," she whined as he pushed her over on the sofa.
There was nothing between his cock and her pussy but her clenched thighs. She was staring wide-eyed at the huge cock that hung from his crotch. "I think I'll make you lick my hairy balls," he said, pushing his hairy testicles toward her face.
"No!" Mandy almost whimpered. "Linda will suck your cock. She likes prick in her mouth; she can swallow lots of big cock."
She raised a hand and Andy pushed the big, red knob of his cock into her palm. "It's so big and fat and heavy," Mandy sighed. "Don't make me eat it; it may split my pussy, anyway."
"You'll suck it," Andy vowed.
"It's as big around-as thick-as a beer can. That thing can't fit in my hole!"
"It'll fit." Andy chuckled. "And you'll take my whole damned cock into that pretty face and down your sex-hungry gullet!"
Her eyes were pleading as he pushed her over on her back. "Get your foot up on the back of the couch; let the other dangle on the floor for now. When I drive my cock into that black-haired snatch of yours, both of your feet will go flying into the air!"
"Please don't hurt me," she implored as he hovered over her, holding his stiff prick in both hands, letting it drip clear syrup onto her panting belly.
Andy maneuvered between her out-thrust thighs, positioning himself. His chest crushed her pliant breasts, his massive, throbbing cock pressed against her belly like a red-hot branding iron, his balls resting against her bottom.
"You're crushing me," Mandy gasped, her hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away.
Andy eased his weight and was conscious of her left knee rising along his flank and bending outward. Her toes grazed along the back of his thigh and touched the crack of his butt.
Holding his prick with one hand, he moved it back and forth, forcing the folds of her pussy apart. Then his prick plowed up and down her slickened cunt. Each time the hot glans raked across her clit, her butt jumped and she gasped. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Andy found the entry to her pussy. "Ready for it, Mandy?" he whispered hoarsely, wanting to bury his prick in her cunt before he ejaculated all over her heaving tummy.
"I don't know for sure," she panted. "That felt good-your running your cock up and down my cunny."
Andy pressed forward slowly, the head of his prick encountering resistance, the youthful tightness of her vagina. More pressure. She groaned and her ass became more active. He could feel the muscles of her inner cunt tensing as the tip of his dick dented her pussy.
"Oh!" she wailed. "It's too fucking big!"
Suddenly, her vaginal resistance melted slightly and Andy's massive cock popped inside her. Her scream was like a soft whinny against his neck and her teeth bit at the tender skin on the side of his throat. He shoved a couple of inches of prick into her steaming cunt, and her right foot lifted from the back of the sofa, her heel bouncing against the tense left cheek of his ass.
He almost blew his rocks then and there as her cunt contracted. But he restrained himself and continued a slow, steady penetration, the convulsing walls of her snatch grasping the tingling head of his cock. He drove into her relentlessly, the knob of his cock fucking deeper and deeper into her hot cunt.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "So big! What a huge cock! Am I taking it all right? You aren't tearing my pussy, are you? I feel like your cock is stuffing me, going right on through into my guts. My pussy aches and burns! How much more of your big, hard cock do I have to take?"
The walls of her twat constricted around the thick shaft of his prick.
"Am I doing good?" Mandy asked. The tone in her voice told him that she wanted to please him, be a good fuck.
"You have a good, tight cunt," Andy whispered in her ear as he became aware of her sex juices flowing and oiling his jabbing prick.
"I think it's too much," she groaned, trying to draw her bottom away from his invading prick. "How much more? Do you think I can take all of you?" Her thighs pressed against him as if to stop him from fucking her. "Your-your cock is too big!" she keened, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as he bored his cock into her.
"Nonsense," Andy muttered, "I'm going to hump it to you! I'm going to give your cunt a real feast of honest red meat! I'm going to fuck you until you swear you can taste it! I'm going to hammer my cock into your cunt until you think it's going to dislodge your tonsils! And, after I fuck this hole, you're going to take it in your mouth!"
"It's too much!" Mandy writhed under him, heels bouncing against his ass.
Andy pressed forward. "You only have about four inches now-another four inches of hard cock to go."
He delighted in her trembling, convulsing body.
"No more, no more," Mandy protested, her hands trying to get between their bodies to stop his onslaught.
He thrust his hips forward, plunging the rest of his cock into her tight, wet pussy.
"Aaaaaaeee!" She screamed as he stretched the walls of her pussy.
"You're so tight," he groaned, surging into her pussy stretching the opening of her cunt. He thought she was going to start sobbing, but she was adjusting to the massive cock that had her cunt impaled. Andy's fingers rubbed across her distended asshole.
"You have all my cock," he taunted her. "See? You can take all my fuck-pole. He patted her ass awkwardly as her body lifted off the sofa, feet dangling, her mouth open and panting.
His cock soaked in her vagina for several seconds. He tensed his muscles, expanding his rod in her, drawing soft moans from her lips. Her nostrils flared, then narrowed. He felt her inner heat spread like flames through her loins. Her thighs widened and her hands stroked up and down his ribs. "I wish I could see how your cock has stretched my pussy," she breathed.
Her eyes were closed. Swiftly, Andy kissed her parted lips and her eyelids fluttered briefly. A timid smile played briefly across her lips and she returned his kiss. He withdrew about an inch of his cock, then he shoved it back, burying his cock to the hilt. Mandy flinched. He swiveled his hips, twisting his thick, blood-filled prick around in her red-hot meaty cunt.
Slowly, he retreated until just the knot of his cock was in the grasp of her cunt-lips. "Ready to sail?" he asked. He surged forward, slowly, steadily. She was beginning to come, wincing only slightly when he stretched the limit of her pussy.
"Am I going to be able to do it? Am I going to be a good fuck?" she asked pleadingly. She was trembling violently as his prick began plunging in and out of her pussy. Her young, voluptuous cunt was getting used to his bull-sized prick.
"You bet you're going to be a good fuck," he encouraged and reassured her. "Now we get with it."
His hands cupped her taut buttocks. His cock thundered into her cunt. He could smell her fuck aroma as he fucked into her, riding high, pitching, pummeling, ravaging, making her squirm. His balls were slapping against her stretched ass. His prick plunged into her tensing pussy. She was near, very near. And he was rising to the occasion. There was no holding back.
He socked it to her, slamming his swollen prick into her vibrating cunt. Her pussy hair was soaked with their juices and perspiration. And she was begging, "Give it to me! Fuck me! Pour the prick into my pussy! I'm going to come!"
And they exploded together in searing, delicious pleasure. His sperm splattered her insides, white-washing the lips and walls of her spasming cunt.
Andy knew he couldn't or wouldn't force her to give him a blow job. She had drained too much of the starch out of him. He looked at her. Her twat oozed thick, pearly juices. She seemed oblivious to her nakedness, knees fanned wide so he could stare at her violated gash that was as red as blood.
"You are a good fuck," he said, admiring her. He strode on weak legs to mix them a couple of drinks.
"I'm glad I fucked you good," she said, voice just above a whisper. She smiled wistfully. "I didn't think-wasn't sure-I could take that huge cock of yours. Do you realize just how huge your prick is? You aren't going to make me suck and eat it, are you?"
Andy shook his head. "Not today, anyhow."
"I appreciate that. Maybe sometime. If you like your cock sucked off by a woman, I'll get Linda Davies to do it. She likes eating prick-going down on a guy."
A little later, while dressing, Mandy asked, "Andy? Would you fuck a girl on the drill team? Linda and I would like to watch."
He shrugged. "Set her up."
CHAPTER FIVE
She had kicked the bedclothes away, over the foot of the bed during the night. Now, she was naked, legs sprawled apart, aware of an itching and burning in the soft flesh between her thighs. The heat fanned all through her loins.
Linda Davies smiled wanly in the early morning light. "Still a little tight," she pouted. She opened her eyes and focused on her right breast. Her tit looked placid, the nipple crinkled slightly. But she knew that if she thought about men, sex-fucking-her nipple would extend and fill with fire.
"I wonder how Mandy made out last night-trying to get Professor Booker to fuck her. The stage seemed set-he gave her a ride home. I wonder if his cock is as big as it looks through his pants?"
Linda raised her knees. She seized her feet in her hands and pulled her legs up and back so she was bent with her butt raised high in the air. "Ready for screwing," she muttered, wishing she could see her snatch. She was tempted to rub her pussy, stir the embers of passion into searing flames. "No, no, no," she said, writhing on the bed. "No hands. I wonder if Professor Booker fucked Mandy? I wonder if I can get him to screw me?"
Her head rolled back and forth in sensual anguish. "I could play with myself-masturbate my cunt-but the fun would only last for a few minutes. A man is so much more! I want a cock fucking into me!"
Linda dressed quickly and left her room, strolling toward town. She hesitated at a downtown intersection. "I wonder," she asked herself, remembering Mandy's conversation of the night before, "if girls could rape a man?"
With her mind still fuzzy with alcohol and with sexual yearnings stirring stronger and stronger in her pussy, she toyed with the idea. "It would be fun to try. Overpower a guy, strip off his clothes, make his cock hard, and use his prick in your snatch until you've had enough! Would it be the same thing, setting out to seduce a man, let him think he is the aggressor, but setting the pace, satisfying my own needs-then laughing at him and letting him know I was the conqueror?"
The thought quickened her pulse, set the fires raging higher and hotter deep in her cunt. If she and Mandy raped someone ... Who? If they did, she hoped he were young and innocent ... Because she remembered an experience when she had been young and innocent.
She frowned as she studied the lifting fog, thought of having breakfast, but slipped into a club that opened early and ordered a whiskey sour. She downed it quickly.
With a flick of her hand, she ordered another drink. A nagging doubt assailed her: Could women rape a guy? Men seemed to have the upper hand, control, always. She had been around with lots of guys-and it had always been the same story: The guy ended up on top!
A girl could slap at them, but they dodged easily. And they came back just as quickly. They could arouse a girl and she would melt into molten, helpless passion. A girl's strength would ebb and she was powerless. Even if a girl struggled and fought, a guy would get her undressed. And they would ogle and gloat as a girl tried to cover her breasts with her folded arms. And her skirt would be gone and there would be nothing to conceal her nakedness except flimsy panties. And, sometimes, a guy would rip those to shreds.
"And a guy's hands get all over a girl's body, setting her on fire," she mumbled. She arched her back involuntarily, every fiber in her body feeling an imaginary man's hands on her, fingers digging into her titties, plying up and down, exploring her back, squeezing the firm, smooth cheeks of her ass, leaving red marks that would be visible for hours, sucking her nipples, tongue licking her tummy.
She thought she could feel a man's hands on the lean curve of her back, stoking the fire that was raging in her pussy.
Linda knew that her tits were hard, nipples extended. She wished that she had a man's hands on her naked flesh, a cock in her cunt-even a cock in her throat!
She gulped her drink. Exciting! Yes! She could have a real blast sucking a man's cock! "Delicious!" she murmured. And she loved kissing-tongues mouth-fucking. "I'd like to be fucked and suck him off for dessert! Fucking and sucking Professor Booker."
"Miss? You okay?" the bartender asked, buying her a drink.
She nodded, conquering the sobs that threatened to come from her throat-almost as choking as sucking a big cock full of sperm. I want someone-now! she thought feverishly. Slowly, she straightened on the stool. Andy Booker. "Yes," she purred. "Andy Booker!"
Andy was in the process of making a fresh pot of coffee when he saw Linda walking across the back parking lot, her course weaving slightly. Her coat was open and he could see the sharp jut of her tits.
"Where you going, you drunk little cunt," he muttered as she disappeared from his sight. He had almost dismissed her from his mind when the doorbell rang. Puzzled, wary, he opened the door and Linda sauntered in. "Well, good morning," he said, smiling. "Cup of coffee?" His eyes narrowed as she flounced out of her coat and dropped it in a chair. Pointing at her short skirt, he asked, "Isn't that skirt a little cold for this weather?"
"Not when you're all hot inside." Linda winked as she strolled past him, the point of her breast barely brushing his upper arm. One of her hands darted to his crotch and gripped his cock quickly before he could turn away.
"Coffee?" he repeated.
"No coffee," Linda replied, grinning seductively. "But I would consider something hard; something stiff." There was no doubt what her words implied.
Andy assumed an expression of bafflement.
"Something stiff to drink; something hard to play with," Linda added.
Frowning, Andy tore away from her grasp and went to the kitchen. He poured coffee for himself and a water glass full of whiskey for Linda. "Do all the young people at Hilton College drink as much as you and Mandy?"
"Some more," Linda replied giggling. "We like hard, stiff stuff." She ogled his crotch and giggled again.
Andy scrutinized the open, almost lewd invitation in her eyes. "What drives you young women, anyway?"
"Maybe it's primitive instinct," Linda parried.
He watched her drain the straight whiskey and set the empty glass aside. She approached him, wrapping her slender arms around his waist. She rubbed her sharp-pointed tits into his chest and ground her body against him, dry-fucking against his pelvis.
Andy grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from him. He studied her narrowed eyes. "You really want it, don't you?"
She nodded slowly, eyes goading him to take her. He remembered what Mandy had said-when they were talking about how he was going to make Mandy suck him off. She had said that Linda would be glad to go down on him, give him a hot blow job.
"You got something harder than the whiskey?" Linda asked.
Casually, Andy stroked his fingers across the tent of his trousers. "Probably not. Mandy got all the starch last night."
"So she got to you-or the other way around." Linda pouted. Her mouth formed an O and she wiggled the tip of her tongue. "Bet I could sharpen your pencil and put some lead in it."
Andy feigned innocent surprise. "What do you have in mind?" There was a heat in his loins, his balls responded with a swelling that was communicated to his cock.
"Want me to show you? If it doesn't work, you haven't lost anything." Her pink tongue licked around the oval of her mouth.
He studied her as she approached. He trembled as both of her hands fondled his cock through his clothes. He grimaced as she squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh of his prick.
"I bet I can get your cock hard," Linda breathed harshly, her fingers tantalizing him, jacking him off through his pants. "Undress! Please?" she begged, releasing his cock and stepping back. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off, then she turned to let him free the hooks of her bra. "Ahhhhh, it feels so good to have my tits out in the open. Will you suck my nipples, Andy?"
She turned around, her hands cupping her smooth breasts that tilted saucily. "Like my tits?" she teased, pulling her skirt hem up around her waist so that he could see her crotch. "I bet you like other things about a woman more than her titties. But, you can fuck breasts if you want to; I'll hold them tight against your cock and you can fuck it back and forth between them."
Linda danced about the room as she loosened her skirt and let it slither down her sleek, tapering thighs. With her back to him, she bent over until the top of her head was against the floor, her ass pointing directly at him. She winked and her tongue snaked in and out of her mouth, making sucking sounds.
"Take off your clothes, Andy," she implored, peeling off her panties.
Andy inhaled raggedly, staring at the tight little crimp of her asshole and the pouch of her pussy.
As he began stripping off his clothes, Linda settled onto her knees. "Damn! Your cock is big even when it's only half-hard!"
She came toward him, hands raised, palms up. He stood perfectly still as her fingers played delicately with his bag of balls and his erect cock. Her hand was filled with his testicles; her other hand sneaked around his thigh to caress his buttock, fingertips stroking into the crack of his ass. She lowered her head and her tongue flicked at the tip of his prick, then down the shaft. Andy's cock pulsated and his asshole tightened. Her eyes were filled with teasing light. "I can getcha!" she gloated.
The O of her lips captured half of the knob and began a slow nibbling on the tip of his prick. His pulse lurched and an electrical tingle fired through his balls and into the pit of his stomach.
"Goddamn!" he groaned as she sucked the entire bulb into her mouth. She sucked his cock hungrily, her saliva like hot butter around the purplish point of his prick.
Andy's cock was stiffening and silent laughter shook her shoulders. Her fingers were massaging his balls and his nuts began to ache and throb. Andy placed his hands on her shoulders and he watched her gobble his prick into her mouth and down her throat.
He sensed that was what she wanted, to have his prick soft in her throat then letting it grow fat and thick and long, expanding her gullet. "I like it," he groaned, his prick fattening as her tongue continued to lash and curl around the bloating shaft.
Andy could smell the wanton, female heat of her snatch. He would let her suck on his cock as long as she wanted, then he would bend her over backwards and fuck the hell out of her. He placed a hand behind her head as she started fucking her mouth up and down on his prick. "
Andy trembled and shuddered as her tongue lapped around the thick knob and her fingers had compelled his nuts to swell until the scrotum was stretched tight.
He rose on tiptoe as she gulped and his cock rasped against the roof of her mouth before sliding tightly into her fluttering gullet. And still she tried to get more of his cock into her throat, her forehead banging against his pelvic bone.
She was gurgling around the massive barrel of his cock. She swallowed and squirmed trying to get more cock into her throat. Linda clung to one cheek of his ass and his balls as she danced on the floor, on her knees, whinnying through her nose as she sucked him off. His cock, now at full staff, had stretched her mouth out of shape.
Andy fought against ejaculation as Linda mouth-fucked him in long, rapid strokes, driving his prick into her mouth. With his massive knob held like a plum in one cheek, she implored him, "Don't shoot! I want you to blast your load of hot rocks in my pussy!"
He placed his hands in her armpits and lifted her up, his cock flopping noisily from her drooling mouth. He cupped her ass-cheeks and raised her high, held her hot, pointed tits against his chest and lowered her dripping snatch onto his wet pecker. His prick slid into her tight hot twat, gliding deeper and deeper.
"Aaaggghhhhh!" she gasped as his prick penetrated and stretched her cunt out of shape. Her arms curled about his neck and she bounced her body up and down on the impaling meat of his cock, driving his steel-hard shaft far into her seething pussy.
"You have a fabulous cock! Stick your finger into my asshole and fuck the piss out of me! Fuck your cock into my belly and make me come! That's it! Fuck the meat to me. Pour the prick to me! Shoot your jizz and give my cunt a creamy shower! Damn! How you can fuck! And I love to fuck and suck and fuck and suck and fuck some more!"
She almost passed out as she banged into an orgasm that almost tore off his shaft. Her sex juices were scalding his prick, oozing out of her tight cunt and soaking his balls.
He jammed a finger into her asshole and continued fucking her frail, voluptuous body up and down on his cock as she howled and scratched and kissed him.
Then he rammed her body down hard on his massive cock and unleashed a great flood of jizz into her vibrating pussy.
A little later, he stretched out on the couch and let her suck on his cock. She couldn't get his prick full-hard, but she seemed to enjoy sucking it, mumbling and purring and cooing. "I love sucking cock," she murmured as he drifted into sleep....
CHAPTER SIX
"You ought to pay attention to Elizabeth Heather," Georgia McCabe smirked at Andy. "I saw how her cow eyes turned on you all through dinner in the faculty dining room. I've never seen her give another man even a first glance, let alone a second."
"Nonsense," Andy replied, tweaking Georgia's nipple.
"Why don't you give her a tumble between the sheets, Andy? She looks to me like a little broad who needs a long piece of meat thrust into her tight pussy."
Andy forced a frown. "She looks to me like a frigid woman who would faint at the sight of cock and the mention of fucking."
"How can you tell if she's cold unless you hold something hot against her?" Georgia teased. She pinched his limber cock and pushed her breast into his hand. "I could use some of that big male meat now, if you have the time."
"Maybe we'll wrestle later," Andy said, kissing her, thrusting his tongue into her ready mouth. "Don't bite," he grumbled as her teeth held his tongue for a moment.
He moved away from her. "I think the young men here at Hilton who have problems will be more comfortable talking about them at my place rather than the office," he said. "I'll have a phone installed and they can call me."
"And so can the young, hot-cunted young women," Georgia smirked, giving his prick another squeeze as he started to leave.
"That, too." Andy winked, flashing a crude gesture with the middle finger of his right hand.
Andy drove to the Hilton Haus. He knew whom Mandy wanted him to screw. He knew where he could find her. And Mandy and Linda wouldn't get to watch! That should piss them off, Andy thought, whistling softly under his breath.
The young woman was Sheryl Peters. She wasn't in any of his classes, but he knew her-she was a frequent companion of Liz Heather. And she had all the fresh, young equipment. The idea of puncturing the hymen of a reluctant virgin made his blood race.
"What'll it be?" the bartender asked as he straddled a barstool.
"Scotch and soda; some noise; some jukebox; some conversation," Andy quipped. And a young cunt that has never had a prick poked into it, Andy mentally remarked. And there she is. And I've got the stage set with a mountain lodge.
"Got most of that in here," the bartender rejoined. "Might be a little short on the noise right now, though."
Andy sipped his drink, lit a cigarette as he spun halfway around on the stool. He smiled at Sheryl Peters, waving his drink at her. "I'll bet you can help with conversation-and I have a quarter for the jukebox."
It was a question and a statement. Andy gave her an inviting look, ignoring the uncertainty that glazed her eyes for a moment. "Give the young lady another grasshopper," he told the bartender. Placidly, he peered across the carpeted floor at her, liking everything he saw. He picked up his glass and sauntered over. "May I?"
"Sit down," Sheryl said hesitantly, her face so pale in the dim light of the club. Andy squeezed his tall frame into the seat opposite her. He noticed how her woolen ski pants hugged her thighs and hips like a second skin.
"No classes this afternoon?"
She shook her head, then paused before asking, "You, Professor Booker?"
"Me neither," Andy said seeing her breasts bulge the knit sweater as she inhaled deeply. "Are you glad football season is over and there's no more afternoons this year of prancing around half-naked and freezing your you-know-what?"
"Terribly!" Sheryl exclaimed. "It's-unsettling, having all those people, those guys, staring at your legs. And almost taking off the rest of your clothes."
Andy's hand crept across the table, his fingers meeting hers. "What have you been doing lately?"
"Studying. Messing around by myself." Sheryl smiled forlornly. There was a melancholy appeal in her dark eyes. "I get so sick of being alone in that apartment, so I come down here once in a while to have a couple of drinks. I'd take a drive, but my car is on the fritz...."
Andy smiled. "Want company? Want to take a drive with me?"
The wide-eyed trustful look on her pretty face goaded a prickly sensation in his balls. So innocent! Trusting.
"Why not?" she murmured.
"Another drink first," he encouraged softly. He rose to get a pack of cigarettes from the machine before she could protest.
He returned to their table, urged her to finish her drink, then said, "Let's go, princess." He stood up, held a hand to help her out. Everything about her is expensive, he mused, eyeing the purse and the coat draped across the back of the seat next to her. Her breasts were abundant-looking-and sexy-in the tight sweater. God! What proud tits! His pulse quickened with the idea of tugging the sweater off over her head and disposing of her bra and letting her fleshy tits be bared to his eyes.
Andy drove for about ten minutes, then speeded up the Corvette. "I know just the place for a nice drive," he said. "So you're tired of being a drill-team kitten?"
"I hate it!" Andy was startled by the vehemence in her voice.
She had braced her feet against the floorboards, the muscles were tense in her slender thighs. His blood seemed to throb as he contemplated-anticipated-undressing her and fucking her virgin pussy.
In a short time they were on a narrow paved road that wound higher and higher up a mountain. As Andy whipped the Corvette around the curves, through splotches of sunlight and shadow created by the thick maze of pine trees, Sheryl made nervous small talk, marveling at the scenery, at the small, scurrying animals and at a deer she spotted.
He wanted to stop the car, grab her, strip her and pound the prick into her frail body. Thirty minutes from Hilton, he swung onto a gravel road. "A few minutes more," he said casually as the Corvette roared up the steep climbs.
Andy braked the car to a halt. "Let's hurry in; it's chilly up here." He hurried away, leaving her to follow or sulk in the car. He started the butane furnace and lit a fire in the fireplace, ignoring her as she wandered about the luxurious mountain cabin.
He found the liquor cabinet and mixed two drinks. Sheryl stood with her back to the roaring fireplace, arms folded under her captivating tits.
She obeyed wordlessly as he said, "Shuck out of your coat."
She would probably be easier to fuck if it were dark, he mused, studying her slender figure. Her female contours were out-lined boldly by the tight sweater and ski pants. She didn't seem uneasy about being alone with him in the mountains far from Hilton.
"Think we could get snowed in?" he asked, testing her. He wondered whether Mandy was right when she said the girl was almost obsessed with prudery when she wore the flimsy costume of the drill team.
"Probably not," Sheryl said, her mind seeming to be on something else. "It's mostly downhill back to Hilton anyway."
Andy strolled past Sheryl, brushing against her. He sat on a couch to one side of the fireplace. He grinned when she inhaled deeply, her breasts lifting and stretching the sweater. He could see, faintly, the outlines of the low bra cups that arched across the crowns of her breasts.
"Come on, sit down," he invited.
For a second there was a wary doubtful look in her eyes before she took a seat beside him. She sat stiffly upright, legs pressed together from ankles to the tantalizing juncture of her crotch. He was aware of telltale effects of the liquor and wondered if it were confusing her senses. Would it make it easier for him to lay her? Or would she fight like hell to protect her chastity? His heart pounded with the challenge sitting beside him. Maybe her attitude was right to have her cherry popped.
"Men-boys-frighten me," she said hesitantly. "They don't really bother me. They just stare at me, making me nervous."
"Maybe you're too pretty and this steers them away from you," Andy said. His eyes dropped from her fine, chiseled profile to the gentle heave of her tits. But you don't frighten me, honey. You're right up my alley and I'm going to steer something right up your alley.
"Are you a virgin, Sheryl?" Andy asked softly.
She seemed to slump slightly, then stiffened. Andy held his breath, put his drink on an end table and lit a cigarette.
Sheryl tilted her glass and drank hesitantly. She shrugged. "I don't know," she said plaintively. "One time my stepfather-I guess I was about fourteen-induced me to have a few drinks with him. We were on the couch-about like we are now-when my mother came in. He had my skirt up and my panties down! He was rubbing one of his fingers in my-place!"
Casually, Andy placed an arm about her shoulders, just let it rest there lightly. He smiled as she seemed to lean toward him. Maybe it won't have to get much darker, he thought.
"My mother just stared at us. I'll never forget what she said: 'If you want to screw her, do it right; don't you use your damned hand and fingerfuck her!' "
Andy's fingers tightened slightly on the crown of her left shoulder.
"She lashed at my stepfather with her voice, taunting and threatening and daring. She made him undress and then me. She badgered him to-do it to me. But, I guess he couldn't-not with my mother standing there, watching and goading him to 'go ahead, get a hard-on and fuck her!' She clapped her hands and was leering at us. I could feel her hands down there, and I think she was trying to get his thing to go in me.
"Ever since then," Sheryl said huskily, "men, boys, have been terrible for me to face. I think Mom was sorry later. She was just mad at Dad. She wanted me to be happy and popular with boys...."
Andy glanced at her uptilted face, puzzled and bewildered. "And I've been so lonely and miserable, not being able to have fun with the crowd...."
"Are you uncomfortable with me?" Andy asked.
"I don't know...."
She's a little tight, Andy decided. Maybe that's good. He wanted to kiss her, but he was afraid that she would bolt. But, hell, he thought, we can't play around in this silly game all night.
"I think I'll give you one lesson in the subject that is troubling you," Andy said tersely.
"What?" she said, a little dazed, a wistful light in her eyes.
Andy's cock was hard in his pants and his balls ached. And she has a virgin cunt with a ripe cherry for plucking. His hand cupped the back of her neck and he kissed her quickly. He held her face firm, their mouths locked. He pushed his tongue against her pursed lips, slowly pried them apart. Her mouth was immobile, her tongue docile as he snaked his tongue far into her mouth. She twitched and twisted as his kiss became more demanding. She gurgled and her dainty hands tried futilely to push him away.
He tried to keep the hungry violence out of his kiss, but he knew he had communicated his carnal intent to her. He released her as quick as he had made the pass. She gasped for breath and stared at him, alarm flickering in her eyes.
He reached for her empty glass, letting his hand grope briefly across the points of her breasts. She squirmed and stiffened slightly. "Know what you're going to get? What I'm going to do to you?"
She didn't reply. Maybe she wants a dicking, he thought.
Andy lowered his left arm and looped it around her narrow waist, his hand lying flat on her tummy as he slid closer to her. He found her left breast with his right hand and dug his fingers into her firm flesh. Her hands came up to grasp his forearm, but she couldn't dislodge his gently mauling hand.
He kissed her again, taking both of her wrists in one strong hand. With his free hand, he hiked the hem of her sweater up over the heaving swell of her tits. He pulled her body across his thighs and tugged the back of the sweater up to her armpits.
Sheryl squealed slightly as he continued working the garment over her head. Her eyes blazed as she crossed her arms over her luscious breasts. "Now the bra," he muttered, flopping her back over his legs and slipping the hooks.
"Please! No!" she whimpered.
He pushed her away from him and grabbed her bra, fingers digging deep into the valley between her hot breasts. Deftly, expertly, he stripped her to the waist and smiled as she twined her ankles.
Andy shoved her arms away and took a breast in each hand. She leaned away from him and he pushed her over, onto her back. Her loose breasts bobbed around in the open until she crossed her arms across them again.
"That's it," he said. "Guard your proud little tits with your arms-that way, I can shuck you out of your pants like peeling a banana. Speaking of bananas, that's what I have for your little fruit box!"
"God! No! Please! What are you gong to do to me?"
Andy reached under her, found the hem of the ski pants above the rise of her fanny and took a good grip. She tried to kick at him as he pulled her pants down over the swelling curve of her ass. Her hands flashed to the hem of her pants, keeping them from sliding past her plumpish pubic mound.
He saw a few wisps of curly hair before she pulled her pants up an inch or two. Again, he took her wrists in one hand and twisted her hands away. It was easy then to tug her pants to mid-thigh, taking her skivvies with them.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby!" he grunted, pushing her clothes to her ankles. He was surprised by the profuseness of her young pubic growth. He could see just a hint of her pussy because her milk-white thighs were crushed tight together to shield her womanhood. "I have a hunch you have a tight hot cunt," he breathed rapidly, ridding her of her shoes and dragging off the remainder of her clothes.
His hands trembled as he found the warmth of her body, thumbs pressing into her soft, white belly. She gasped as he captured her breasts and fingered her nipples-so tiny and dainty. He leaned over her and her teeth nipped at him when he tried to kiss her. He laughed and lowered his head. He peaked a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair.
"I bet you'll like having your knockers tongued and loved and sucked," he gasped between sucks, teeth gnashing gently around her small dark areola. Her tiny fists pounded futilely at his temples.
Andy caressed her braced thighs with his free hand. He pinched her knees and felt her muscles jump from her toes up into her thighs.
"You're gonna like lovin' and fuckin'," Andy told her, pushing his fingers between her thighs. He gripped hard and her legs spread a fraction of an inch. "Don't fight it," he muttered. "I don't want to rupture your cherry with a finger; I wanna bang it with the knob of my cock."
"Oh, no!" Sheryl gasped as he sucked hard on her breast and cupped his hand over her pussy, finger rubbing in her anal crack. He touched her asshole and her butt bounced.
He wanted to bring her out, get her ready before he mounted her and plowed his prick into her cunt and ruptured her hymen. "Come on, baby, get hot," he coaxed, "loosen up and then we'll fuck!"
Her body began shuddering-in a heat chill. He lifted her to a sitting position, an arm across her back, under her armpit so his hand could cup her tit. He kissed her bare shoulder and her neck while his free hand played with her tits and rubbed up and down her torso, his little finger eventually teasing the hair sprinkled across her pubic mound and into the tip of her pussy-lips.
"We'll make your little cunt really wet," he whispered. "We'll make it hungry-then I'll feed it a whole belly full of red meat. Male meat! Long, hard, thick prick!"
Andy got up. Sheryl looked inert, one arm at her side, the other dangling to the floor. He undressed quickly, never taking his eyes from Sheryl's face. Her eyes were half-closed. There was a faint flinching when he kicked out of his pants and shorts and his massive cock was exposed.
"It's too big!" Sheryl moaned.
Andy used his foot to push her legs apart. "What a dainty little hole between your legs," he said. "My cock is aching to part the petals and sting your core."
He pushed her feet to the floor, clutched her right upper arm and hauled her to sitting position. One of her hands trailed across his left thigh.
She sighed loudly as he flopped her head into his naked, hairy lap. The long, hot shaft of his cock grazed her face and she tried to push it away from her wheezing mouth. The clear stickiness that oozed from the slit in the knob coated her fingers. She wiped her fingers on his hairy shank.
Andy crushed her face against his thick-matted groin. Her breath was hot and fast against his cock. He wanted her to suck him-but wouldn't force her.
"Ready for it, baby? Ready for cock in your twat? Ready to get your cunt reamed by my big prick? Ready to be fucked-and fuck?"
His hand caressed her back, cupping the smooth bowl of her ass. His fingers found her asshole and he fingered it. Her back bowed slightly as a fingertip poked gently into her anus. She sighed. His finger slid into her wet vulva. "No!" she whined. He poked inside her, farther, touching the resisting membrane of her cherry.
She became hot. Her tongue flicked out between her red lips and swabbed against the barrel of his cock. Her body was trembling and her pussy was hot, slick and wet. Her tits were hot, crushed against his hairy thigh.
"Want me to fuck you dog-fashion? Or, do you want me to bust your cherry belly-to-belly?"
She trembled. Andy flopped her over on the floor. He seized her feet and pushed them up past her head, spreading them apart. He lowered himself into her virginal crotch and dabbed the head of his prick against the outer folds of her pussy. He coated her with his slick, sticky juice. He plowed the petals of flesh apart with his cock and swabbed the plum in the hot folds of her pussy.
"In a minute, we fuck, baby," he panted. Then he grabbed his cock and jockeyed it back and forth through her narrow furrow. There was a torrid flutter of her cunt-lips, and he socked the head of his cock against her pussy. He was surprised that his cock would slip just inside her body.
Sheryl kicked her feet. Her eyelids fluttered wildly. "You're about to get it, baby," he grunted, pushing his cock into her cunt until the knob was crushed against the hymen. "Now!" He hunched his ass.
Sheryl screamed and tried to crawl away from his spear of hard meat. Her cherry juice flowed briefly, ran down the crack of her ass, over her curving ass.
"Sweet, now; sweet, now," he murmured. "Sweet, tight cunt being stretched by my big prick!" He worked his ass back and forth, working his cock into her. "Oh, so tight!" he groaned, his cock drilling into her.
Then her fingers were fumbling between their bodies, down to their grinding crotches, feeling his prick disappear into her snatch. She squeezed his shaft convulsively, hurting him a bit-and she seemed to draw him forward, into her tight twat.
He pumped his prick into her slowly, then faster. "What do you want?"
Her voice was hesitant, then, "Fuck me!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Andy liked what Sheryl was doing to him as he drove back toward Hilton. Occasionally, he glanced down at her face, pale in the glow of the instrument panel lights, resting on his right thigh.
"You've done it to lots of girls, haven't you, Professor Booker?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sheryl, I've fucked several girls," he answered, his voice soft and gentle-sounding. "But you have one of the nicest, hottest pussies of them all."
Her eyes seemed filled with awe and curiosity as she held his hard-on near the base. "A man's thing is the most unusual I've ever seen. It feels so funny-in my hand."
Andy hadn't asked her to do it. She had taken his cock out voluntarily and fondled it. Then she really surprised him. She peeled the foreskin back and touched the swollen glans with just the tip of her tongue. "It tastes kind of salty," she had murmured.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently as her tongue became more bold, lashing across the bulb and curling behind the corona. He whistled softly through his teeth as she folded her lips over the head and sucked gently, then with more force.
"Do you like a girl to do this?" she murmured, her tongue working around the shaft as she gulped a couple of inches of his hard, pulsating stump far into her mouth. "Do lots of girls do this? Do lots of them like it?"
His legs tensed, his butt hunched, driving more of his huge prick into her throat. She gagged, then took it. "Lots of girls do; some don't," he told her frankly. "Some girls get their rocks off giving a man a blow job-going down on him-sucking him off."
"I think I like it-sucking your thing," Sheryl mumbled, rolling the fat knob around in her mouth.
"If you don't quit, I'm going to blast cum into your mouth," Andy groaned.
"Your thick gravy-cum?" Sheryl sighed, licking the head of his prick, eyes solemn.
"Yes!" he hissed, his hand moving to the nape of her neck. "About now!" And he shoved his prick deep into her throat, and Sheryl clamped her fingers around the hairy base. He blasted a big flood of jizz into her mouth and she gulped madly, swallowing every drop. Her fingers helped to milk ' his semen from his spasming hose, tongue working furiously to devour his juice and his pumping meat.
Between licks up and down the barrel and around the knob, she asked, "Andy, will you fuck me again-sometime? Will you let me give you a blow job again? I like eating your prick and your sperm shooting off in my mouth! It's yummy and exciting!"
On the way to the faculty dining room in the student union, Andy was joined by Georgia McCabe. "The telephone company called my office to confirm a time for installation. I told the girl any time after three-thirty. So you better shag your ass back to the apartment after your final class at three."
She took his arm and thrust an ample breast against it. "Why don't you pay some attention to Liz Heather? She keeps giving you looks-those kind of looks. Or are you getting all the hot, young nookey you can handle?"
"Slut," Andy slurred at her. "Are you getting all the young studs you need to keep your snatch steaming and happy?"
"Mmmmmm," she purred, departing from Andy and heading for her office.
When Andy returned from the lunch line with his laden tray, he found the only available chair was at a small table for two-with Liz Heather. "May I?" he asked, hesitating just a moment before sitting.
He smiled at her. Her face was wan and her eyes fluttering and almost frightened. "Having any hard problems with your hot subject?" he asked casually.
A tint of color appeared in her smooth cheeks. She had no problem digesting his remark. "I have no problems," she muttered, looking as if she might leave her lunch and bolt.
"You're very beautiful today-every day," Andy said, his eyes holding hers for a brief moment.
"I hate the snow," Liz said, glancing out a window.
"Christmas vacation starts in a few days. Are you leaving the campus?"
"I'm staying on campus," she said, voice not quite as tight. "You?"
"I'm staying; maybe we can get together for a drink or two."
She seemed to pick at her food, avoiding his eyes.
"Myself," Andy said lightly, "I don't like breaded veal cutlets. I prefer red meat."
He chuckled to himself as she reddened again. "Sometimes I like my red meat almost raw-hot and juicy and almost raw."
She crossed her legs under the table, a toe bumping his shin. "Sorry."
"Nothing. You have a class at one?"
"Not until two."
"Same here. So-we can take our time eating." To himself he said: I'd love to eat your cunt! Hair pie for dessert!
The dining room was emptying quickly. Andy lingered over his coffee.
Liz knew that she was not going to escape leaving with him-or at least when he did. Her slight frustration amused him.
He stood quickly when she pushed back her chair, took her arm and helped her to her feet. "I can manage," she murmured.
Andy followed her to the cloak closet, his eyes on the slight swing and sway of her hips, then her trim ankles below the full skirt that was cut at midcalf. He opened the closet door and let her enter. He moved in behind her and closed the door.
"What...?"
Andy found her shoulders and turned her around, pulling her against him, her heaving breasts against his chest. He felt her pulsebeat in her tits, found her mouth and kissed her.
"Please don't be an ass?" she snapped, yet her voice lacked conviction.
"You have the ass," Andy whispered, a tongue flicking against her dry lips. "The most beautiful, delectable ass on campus."
She inhaled deeply. "You're crude, vulgar."
He stroked a hand down the curve of her back and played with her tense rump. "Ssshhhhh," he whispered.
"For God's sake, don't!" she snapped, writhing in his arms as he began pulling her skirt up around her lean waist. Her naked thighs were quivering against his. Her white belly was pressed against his groin. "What do you think you're going to do?"
His hand caressed the cheeks of her butt through the sheer panties. He held her skirt in a roll around her middle and pushed a hand into her panties, fingers finding the crack of her ass.
He pushed her panties down to her knees and knelt. She trembled as he kissed her smooth tummy and reamed his tongue into her belly button. One of her hands pulled at his hair as he trailed his tongue, hot and wet, down across the smooth skin to the crinkly mat above her pussy. He worked a hand between her thighs and pressed her knees apart.
"Please, don't!" she groaned. "Someone may come in-and I don't want you messing me up ... "
She shuddered as his tongue worked into her hot, wet slit. Andy cupped her ass-cheeks and let her skirt fall down over him. His mouth vacuumed her pussy-lips, and he dug his tongue into the hot, greased vulva.
He paused a moment. "Do you like having your pussy eaten?"
Her legs trembled as he sucked her cunt and tongued at the entry to her cove. She was coming out. She was about to climax, he sensed, and he worked his tongue faster and faster in her drooling pussy.
She was whimpering softly in the throes of her orgasm. Her hands rested on his shoulders, supporting her swaying weight.
Andy held her ass-cheeks and let her shiver with sensual delight. Then he withdrew from under her clothes. He unzipped his pants and exposed his prick. He turned Liz about and pushed her over. He threw her clothes up over her back, hands on her tense butt. He came in from behind her.
Liz shuddered as the head of his cock slipped into her crack. Then Andy drilled his prick into her snatch, and she moaned raggedly as he began pumping the prick to her in long, slow, tight strokes.
"You really have a steamed-up cunt," he grunted, his cock pounding into her pussy. "I'm gonna give you a fast fuck, but I'll make your pussy smoke."
"Please, stop!" she whined. But her ass was hunching back to meet his inward thrusts.
"Clench your cunt muscles, baby. Let's fuck together. Come on now! Fuck!"
And she was panting furiously. A wild little sound fluttered from her lips as she came again. He rammed his prick deep and shot her twat full of jizz....
With his last class for the day over with, Andy shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets, the collar around his ears. He hustled through the light snow and chill wind toward his apartment.
His mind was on Liz Heather. In his mind's eye he could still see her frightened expression, the faint hurt in her eyes. He was almost sorry that he had fucked her. He had stood in the door of the cloak closet and watched her put on her clothes.
"Someone could have walked in on you," she said accusingly.
"On us," he corrected.
Her eyes looked wistful and disappointed. "I guess I'll have to keep your semen in me until I can get to the restroom."
Entering his apartment house and waiting for the elevator, he muttered, "Ah, she's just another broad. She made out she couldn't be touched with a ten-foot pole-but she likes nine inches of dick in her cunt as well as any other dame."
But his rationalization didn't convince him that he was entierely guiltless. He checked his watch and decided that he had time to take a shower before the telephone installer arrived. He stripped in the living room, mixed a double Scotch and water, then strode to the bathroom.
As the spray stung his skin, he let his mind wander to an incident earlier in the day. "That boy-what's his name-seems troubled, needs to talk to someone. Well, I told him he can give me a ring in a couple of days and I'll see him here."
He paused briefly, hearing a knock at the living-room door. "Damn!" He wrapped a towel around his waist, rolling it to keep it in place. "Telephone guy is early."
Andy opened the door.
"Telephone company," she said.
"A woman?"
"Chauvinist? A woman can do this as well or better than a man."
Andy frowned and motioned her inside.
"Where do you want your instrument?"
Andy smirked at her as she surveyed him in the bath-towel garment.
"Your telephone instrument," she snapped, reading his implication clearly.
He pointed to a small box near the baseboard and stepped aside to let the woman, probably in her mid-twenties, go by him.
Andy watched her kneel and remove the plate from the small box. There was a twitching under his towel as he studied her fanny cheeks that were out-lined by her snug trousers.
"Need more light?" Andy asked. "I could move a lamp over there." He squatted beside her.
"I can manage," she replied, turning her head back as she addressed him. She gazed at him for nearly a minute. And Andy knew she could see the dangle of his dong under the towel.
"Where's that red wire?" she mumbled to herself.
Andy shuffled closer to her, his right thigh touching her left hip. "Can't find it?"
"Not yet. I hope some clown hasn't nipped it or else I'll have to run an entire new lead."
"Me, too," he agreed. With a feather-like touch, he ran the tips of his fingers up the length of her out-lined crease. She stiffened for a moment. Her head swung back again and she glared at him.
She stared at his thickening prong under the towel. "Watch it, Prof!"
"Can I hand you a screwdriver-or something?"
She inhaled deeply. "No screwdriver-or anything," she muttered.
He placed a hand on her hips. "Find the red wire?"
"I think I see it," she said finally, shaking her body to dislodge his hand. But he had a firm grip on her. "Hand me those long needle-nose pliers out of my belt."
She reached a hand back toward him. He found the pliers and passed them between her legs, grazing her ass and the bulge of her vulva.
"Hey!" she snapped, her hand moving to grab the tool.
"I hope you get it," Andy said amiably. "Get what?" she growled. "Why, the red wire."
"Crap."
Her denim jacket had hiked up her back; her flannel shirt had pulled out of her trousers and he could see the waistband of her pink panties. He stroked a finger across the inch or so of bare skin.
"Stop that! You're a damned pest!"
Andy grinned at the lack of anger in her voice. "How about a drink while you work?"
"Maybe when I get this job finished," she said, attaching a test instrument to the wires.
He caressed the bare skin of her back again.
"Quit that!" she demanded.
While she was speaking tersely into the test phone, Andy's hand reached between her thighs and touched her belly. She slapped weakly at it, but she couldn't shove it away.
Deftly, he found the zipper to her pants. Her trousers, now loose around the waist, slid off her rounded buttocks a couple of inches. He rubbed her tummy, through her silk skivvies, felt the coarse crinkle of pubic hair that matted her pubic area.
"Jesus!" she swore softly, unhooking the instrument and reaching for the box with the telephone. "You make it damned-hard-to do an installation job here."
He chuckled softly. "You're doing just great." Gently, he worked her pants off her ass and stroked a hand across her smooth, firm mounds. "Crap!" she muttered as his fingers delved into the deep crevice of her butt.
She tensed as he pushed her pants down to her ankles. And she only kicked at him feebly as he removed one of her low-cut boots and slipped her leg free.
A tremble ran through her body as he tossed the towel aside. She glanced back to see his nakedness, the giant prick extending from his hairy crotch. As he moved toward her, she spread her long lithe legs.
"Bastard!" she hissed as he worked the head of his hard cock into the valley between her legs. His fingers parted the thick lips of her cunt. His shaft followed the trench of her ass. He pushed the head upward into her slot, searching for her cunt. She shivered violently as his prick nudged the entry to her vagina.
She continued working, now replacing the plate on the bottom of the telephone. As she started dialing, he popped the head of his prick into her cunt and cringed at the extreme moist heat of her pussy. Her sex aroma was powerful, sweet and musky.
While she spoke into the telephone, he slowly bored his cock into her seething cunt. It seemed that her sexual furnace was boiling the head of his cock, rendering all of the starch and lard out of it. But his prick was growing larger, not shriveling.
"Oh, fuck!" she swore raggedly, breaking the telephone connection and hunching her butt back to meet his inward thrust.
Andy gasped as her cunt gobbled in about three inches of his scorched meat.
"How can I do my job when a guy is fucking his cock into my pussy and steaming my eyeballs?"
His cock punched in deeper, and she leaned back toward him. Her hands came down under her belly and found his swaying balls. "Speaking of steaming balls-you have a helluva set of balls to make steam. Come on, Prof, shove your cock in all the way and fuck it to me. Ring my bell. I may not be home, but I'll answer."
Andy began sliding his dick in and out of her twat in long strokes.
"Fuck! Long distance!" she panted, working her butt. "I like it dog-fashion. Fuck it to me!"
She was panting furiously, and Andy could hear her teeth grinding as he poured the prick to her cunt. And she was humping her ass back so wildly that she nearly toppled him over on his back once.
"What a piece of tail!" she whimpered. "Pour the prick to me; fill my cunt full of your cock; shoot me full of thick, hot jizz!"
A little later she said, "How about that drink?" As they sat naked on the floor, sipping their drinks, she winked at him, a faint smile curling the corners of her lips. "How about it I come by tomorrow and we'll install an extension."
After she had gone, Andy dropped into an easy chair. He frowned. He couldn't keep his mind off Liz Heather....
CHAPTER EIGHT
The winter holiday break was in progress. Many of the students had fled the campus, but Andy noted that several had decided to stay. Influenza was going around; Georgia McCabe had made an announcement in the faculty dining room that a few members of the staff were "under the weather," including Liz Heather who was staying indoors with a sore throat.
Andy entered his apartment building with Mandy Richardson. Her eyes were smoldering with invitation.
"I have an appointment this evening with a kid named Hugh something-or-other."
"Well, Linda is coming over," Mandy said. "Maybe later?"
Andy nodded as the elevator slid shut and he proceeded to his room. Relaxing with a drink and waiting for the youth, he thought of calling Liz Heather.
Then the boy was there, uneasy, drinking a screwdriver, and Andy pushed thoughts of the gorgeous little blonde from his mind. "What's bothering you, Hugh?" Andy asked, making the lad comfortable.
"Hard to explain, Professor Booker," the boy almost mumbled.
"Girls?" Andy smiled, hoping to gain the young boy's confidence and trying to build an atmosphere of friendliness.
The youth smiled. "In a way, I guess-but not how you may think ... "
Andy sipped his scotch and water. "Give it a whirl. I think I'll understand."
The boy drew a shuddering breath. "I like 'em; like to look at 'em. They give me a hot feeling-right in the guts!"
"Me, too!" Andy laughed.
"And, I think they like me-but I can't talk to 'em; just freeze up-and wanta run!"
"Ever been kissed?" Andy said seriously. "Ever had a piece of tail-screwed a girl?"
The boy turned white, then blushed furiously.
"Okay," Andy said, "don't get in a fret. It's just you and I talking. Man-talk. Let's face it bluntly; girls are made for fucking; a man is made to fuck 'em. And, fucking is fun!"
Andy got to his feet and mixed another round of drinks. "And women aren't the untouchables a lot of us men think they are. They like the cock rocked to 'em. Oh, they're selective, most of them, but there is a piece of ass around the corner for every man on earth. Fact is, I bet there is more pussy running around begging for a man's prick than most men can handle. You know, you can't wear out that split between their legs!"
Andy was quietly pleased with himself; the youth was responding, was becoming more at ease. "If you're hard up, I'll bet I can line you up with two of the hottest pieces you can imagine."
The boy blushed, and Andy looked away, giving him time to regain his composure. Hell! It might be a boot to watch Mandy and Linda fuck the sap out of him At least Mandy is hot to trot, wanting her gash gored and her twat pumped full of cock and fizz.
"I-don't-know," Hugh said doubtfully.
"Aw, shit." Andy laughed. "All you need is to stab your prick into a girl's honey pot and pump your sap into her."
Andy waited until Hugh had drained his glass, then he said, "Go take a leak and I'll see what I can do."
When the youth went to the bathroom, he called Mandy Richardson's apartment.
"Is Linda there? Good! I heard you two speculate on raping a guy. Still interested? I have a young fellow up here who needs a lay. Come on up and give him an education."
He hung up, smiling smugly.
His curiosity became stimulated. Mandy had said they had made some plans-how they would do it, rape a fella. Well, they could have full play-as long as they didn't hurt anybody.
Fifteen minutes later Andy was amused as he studied the nervous young women and their nervous prey. The way they were drinking, he hoped he didn't run out of vodka. Mandy seemed impatient to get down to business; Andy thought she was going to strip off her clothes and jump the frail lad in the middle of the living room floor.
And Linda seemed unable to keep her hands off her tits. Her knees flagged back and forth, exposing her cunt to Hugh. Andy covered a grin with a hand.
Linda's breasts were pushing against her blouse. Andy knew Hugh could see far up under Linda's skirt and Andy wondered whether she wore panties under her skirt. He was conscious of hot and cold shivers darting through his own balls-but he would stay out of this affair.
Mandy kept looking through her large purse. "I got everything we need in here," Mandy said brightly, eyes smoky.
"Can you imagine, Mandy? Hot rocks aching to be busted right here? And we don't even have to go out in the cold to get our ashes hauled!" Linda chirped.
The girls are about to go to work, Andy mused, wishing they would speed up the action. And Hugh seemed to sense something brewing. Probably didn't believe I'd line him up.
Mandy eased out of her chair and walked back and forth in front of Hugh. Absolutely naked underneath, Andy decided. Watch a real, hot slut in action!
And Hugh's eyes were following her.
Mandy stopped her pacing abruptly and took a seat on the couch beside Linda. With deliberate casualness, both young women squirmed about, worrying their skirts high above their knees, past mid-thighs.
Mandy smiled at Hugh. She and Linda parted their knees. Hugh's eyes were drawn to their crotches. They widened the span of their knees-then quickly crossed their legs, thighs hiding their promised places.
They were stimulating sights to Hugh. The crotch of his pants became tented.
Suddenly, Mandy flopped around, pushed her legs across Linda's lap and picked up the telephone. "Call my mother," she said.
Her knees were fanned wide, skirt down to her hips. From where Andy sat he could see the rich growth of black hair that decorated her snatch.
Mandy spoke about a minute, voice low, then she hung up. "Well, pull my skirt down, Linda! Want these guys to see me all exposed?"
Then Linda asked, "How do we do it? You think we can?"
Mandy shrugged, her titties bobbing in her blouse. "Physical force; I think we can."
"Do what?" Hugh grinned uneasily.
The two young women sat quietly, legs crossed at the knees until Hugh had finished his drink and set the glass on the table beside his chair.
"Hugh, honey, sit over here with us," Mandy encouraged.
"Let's kiss Hugh," Linda purred.
They giggled with eagerness as Hugh crossed his legs nervously and peered owlishly at them. "Come on over to the couch, Hugh."
He isn't completely out in left field, Andy mused.
"What are you talking about?" Hugh mumbled.
"Let's help him to the couch, Linda," Mandy said. They clutched Hugh's arms and tugged him out of the chair. His protests were futile. They plopped him down and sat on either side of him.
"Give me a kiss, Hugh," Linda pouted. "Mandy hold his hands and I'll kiss him."
"Take off his pants and suck him," Mandy smirked.
"Stop!" Hugh yelled shrilly, shaking his head from side to side.
But, with Mandy holding his arms, Linda had no problem capturing his face and smothering his mouth with her full lips. "Mmmmmm!" she purred, slurping her tongue across his mouth.
"Don't!" Hugh snapped, squirming against Mandy's restraining hands.
"Is he very strong?" Linda asked, a hand exploring his stretched pants.
Mandy's eyes danced wickedly. "Not very."
"Now what?" Linda questioned.
Quickly, Mandy scooted onto Hugh's lap. "Take off his shoes. I don't want to get kicked in the snatch or the tits."
Hugh struggled in frustration. "Get our little stud undressed," Mandy exclaimed, shifting her weight to allow Linda room to work.
"Never undressed a man before," Linda grunted.
"Neither have I," Mandy answered excitedly. "But we oughta know how-we've seen enough of 'em take off their clothes!"
Their breathing was rapid for a few minutes until Hugh was stripped to his shorts and undershirt. "Still too many clothes," Linda panted.
"You can fix that," Mandy exclaimed.
And Linda quickly yanked his shorts down his legs and off over his feet.
"Ooo-la-la!" Mandy chortled. "He really has a piece of meat growing out of his belly."
"Thick, long, puffy meat," Linda echoed. "Girls don't have anything like that!"
"Wh-what is going on?" Hugh asked fearfully.
"My dear Hugh, we are going to rape you! Do you like that? We are going to fuck you!" Mandy gloated. She grabbed her large purse. "Let's get him into a bedroom."
They dragged him into a bedroom and Andy followed. They flung him onto the bed. Linda threw her body atop him while Mandy opened her handbag and groped inside.
"We gotta tie him," Mandy panted, seizing Hugh's wrist. She knotted an end of rope around the wrist, dragged it over the edge of the bed and tied it to the bedpost. She circled the bed and repeated the task on his other arm. "Hah!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
They stepped back to admire their work, panting with exertion. Hugh's cock had wilted slightly, but it was still a long piece of meat. He writhed helplessly, yet kicked at Mandy as she stepped closer.
Mandy picked up a strand of rope, doubling it. "Now," she breathed, whipping him across the belly with it, "if you kick me in the boobies, I'll lay this on good."
She motioned to Linda. "Get another piece of rope." In seconds, Hugh's ankles were secured and he was spread-eagled in the center of the bed.
"Now Hugh is naked and we have too many clothes," Linda said.
They sat on both sides of him, caressing his chest and his belly-not quite touching his genitals. They nodded at each other, then they stripped. Mandy was naked first. Andy could see the red, raw gaping of her slickened pussy.
Mandy's hand moved over his chest, then down across his stomach. She worked the skin of his cock up and down, peeling it back from the slowly swelling head, jacking off his limber meat with short, harsh strokes. "Get hard and fuckable!" Linda moved onto the bed, over him, smothering his mouth with hers. "Kiss my cock-suckin' mouth!" she exclaimed, her tongue forking between his lips.
Linda's hand joined Mandy's to tease and jostle Hugh's virginal balls. "Ummmm, nice," she murmured. "I think I might eat his balls."
Linda squeezed Hugh's testes roughly. "If you can't get him ready jacking him off, I'll suck him hard!" She continued coddling and provoking his big hairy balls. She jiggled his balls up and down as Mandy's masturbating strokes grew longer, peeling the foreskin of his cock far back, then up over the corona.
"Nerves are jumping down here," Mandy squealed. "Suck his cock, if you want."
Andy watched everything-especially the swollen breasts of the two young women and their gaping, glistening snatches. He had never seen two females so sexually aroused. "Glad I don't wear glasses," he murmured, "there is enough steam being fucked up in here to steam 'em."
"Hugh!" Mandy called out. "Kiss Linda's boobies. Get over him, Linda! Kiss her titties good and suck her nipples! Nice and gentle. Suck her titties!"
Linda heaved her body up over Hugh and lowered a breast tip to his slowly opening lips. He sucked it in and rolled a tongue across her dark, sensitive nipple.
"He sucks tittie real good!" Linda howled. She turned her head as she felt Mandy get onto the bed, a hand on the inner planes of her thighs. "Don't fingerfuck me, Mandy. Please?"
But Mandy was intent on Hugh's sex tools, massaging his prick and balls, cuddling, caressing and stroking.
As Mandy jacked him off, she said. "Come on, Hugh. You're a big boy. Act like a man. You have a nice big meat spear if you'll just let yourself go so you can come!"
Hugh was sucking voraciously on Linda's tits as Mandy's hands teased his flesh, his thighs, his belly and back to his husky balls and lengthening, fattening cock. Mandy kissed his stomach as she continued jacking him off, moving the skin up and down on the fat barrel of his prick.
"Ah, just about right," Mandy murmured heatedly, easing her naked body onto the bed. "Yes, Linda, he's fine. A big bone. You don't have to blow him to make him ready. He has a magnificent cock."
Mandy straddled Hugh, her knees against his flanks, her legs stretched alongside his thighs. Mandy's nudeness was so close to Linda's that one of her breasts brushed her companion's shoulder.
"Let me get his prick in my twat and you can suck his nuts, if you want to," Mandy groaned, grasping his hot, blood-ridged shaft. "I'm itchin' for a hot fuck, lots of long dong buried in my pussy!"
Andy watched Mandy's heaving body, the gentle rotation of her ass as she settled down slowly. She moaned as she took in the boy's cock, sinking her bottom to absorb his phallus in her pussy. He thought he heard a sucking sound as her snatch gobbled his prick deep into her voracious womb.
She really loves a man's cock fucked into her pussy, Andy realized as Mandy began riding up and down on Hugh's virginal dick. Her juices were flowing, coating Hugh's prick and matting the hair that grew wild around his balls and into his asshole. He vented a shrill fart and his balls rolled up high, near her anus as she screwed her body down on his cock.
"Delicious prick!" Mandy moaned. "You can have him next, Linda. Why don't you lick his balls while I fuck him. I'm gonna really cream!" she screamed, bouncing her ass madly up and down on him, her ass-cheeks bouncing on his thighs. His prick was sliding in and out of her pussy smoothly, slickly.
Mandy wailed, fucking the boy faster. Her pussy was moving faster on his cock. "Oooohhhh, I love to fuck. I just love a guy's prick boring into my pussy!"
Andy watched Linda leave the bed, her eyes were glazed as she brushed past him. He could tell that a sensual fever was tingling through her body. A liquid fire was scorching her twat and Andy could smell the musky aroma of her sensuous arousal.
Mandy, again, was bombing her hot, sex-greased ass on target, her cunt swallowing Hugh's cock in great gulps.
"Pretty soon," Linda murmured, "it will be my turn." She left the room.
Andy stopped watching Mandy fucking Hugh and followed Linda. He joined her in a drink. He smiled as she finished her drink and flopped onto the sofa, on her back, knees drawn up, creamy thighs flung wide, her pussy ready for the taking. He was tempted. But he had resolved to watch the two young women conquer the boy. He moved away as Mandy entered the room.
She had Hugh's hands tied behind his back and she had fashioned a slip knot around his neck and was leading him into the room. "Linda," Mandy murmured, jacking off Hugh's red and erect cock. Sperm dripped from the slit in the purplish head and ran down the underside of his shaft to cling to the hair on his balls. His nuts were still riding high, bloating his scrotum.
"Linda," Mandy said again, her voice husky and excited. "Hugh is my little bird dog and he wants to point you. He's a real pointer, works feverishly once he finds his quarry in the bush."
Andy smiled as Linda's eyes fluttered, staring at Hugh's stiff prick that Mandy was massaging. Linda's thigh muscles twitched as Mandy's fingers toyed with her rich pubic growth. Andy could see the faint flutter of Linda's cunt lips; her ass jiggled slightly, involuntarily, as Mandy ran a finger up and down her moist, red groove.
"Hugh is hungry for you, too," Mandy cooed.
"That's good," Linda muttered, her eyes feasting on his nudity. "I could eat him, too," she purred, eyes transfixed on his prick and balls. "His cock and balls look yummy. If he'll eat me and screw me, I'll give him a juicy blow job."
Linda started to rise up from the couch, but Mandy placed a hand on one of her tits, tweaked her nipple and pushed her back. She used her fingers to spread the thick, red lips of Linda's pussy wide.
"Are you ready for Hugh to point you, Linda? Or would you rather be nosed around in your luscious brush to find your birdie?"
Linda moaned as Mandy's finger pressed against her extended little clit and her thumb rubbed into the plumpness of her Venus mound.
"My pussy is throbbing," Linda moaned, spreading her thighs far apart, offering her cunt to Hugh.
"I think Hugh wants to nose around," Mandy said.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Linda panted as Mandy forced Hugh's face into her hot crotch. Her ass hunched upward.
"I coached Hugh on what to do. Eat hearty, my little bird-dog pointer.
Andy stepped closer to watch Hugh's mouth eat Linda's torrid cunt. He could hear the slurp of his tongue as he buried his face into her rich female gash. Hugh sucked loudly and Linda's ass heaved as he mouth-fucked his tongue into her cunt.
He was lapping his mouth up and down her fuckhole, tonguing her cunt-lips apart. Linda whimpered as he clamped his lips around her clitoris.
Andy knew she was about to hit the peak of her climax by the way her ass was bouncing up and down.
"My pussy is on fireerupting!" she screamed with ecstasy.
Mandy helped Hugh into her saddle, guiding his prick into Linda's cunt. "You can point now," Mandy muttered to Hugh. , "My pussy is filling up!" Linda shouted. "Pressure is mounting in my belly. My God! He has a huge prick, Mandy! Make him feed all of his pecker into my cunt!"
Waves of passion rolled through Linda's body, and Andy thought he was going to shoot off in his pants as he watched Linda getting fucked.
Linda humped, wanting more cock in her cunt and Mandy pushed down against Hugh's butt, forcing his prick deep into Linda's heaving body.
"His cock is massive," Linda howled as the boy's shaft pistoned in and out of her oozing channel. She spread her feet far apart so that he could plunge his cock far into her cunt. His balls bounced against the flattened cheeks of her ass.
"Keep fucking her, little bird dog," Mandy grunted. "Make her pussy overflow with passion and ecstasy and your hot, thick, pearly jizz!"
Hugh was wheezing as he pumped his prick into Linda's cunt. She had seized her tits and was squeezing them harshly. "Oh fuck! He's plunging his cock solidly against the bottom of my cunt!"
She kicked madly. "He's hosing his jizz into me. Wonderful! He's fucking his love juice into my pussy!"
CHAPTER NINE
Andy felt drained after the two young women and Hugh had gone. He lay on the couch with a Scotch and water in his hands. Mandy had been like an amazon after Hugh had drained his jizz into Linda's cunt. She had dragged Linda to a sitting position and pushed Hugh onto his ass.
Linda had needed no invitation. She could hardly keep her fingers off Hugh's cock and balls. Her hands had danced around on his sweaty belly, then coddled his testicles. She bent across his lap and flicked her tongue around the middle of the trembling shaft.
Her eyes, twinkling with sexual greed, had sought his. "Not as big as yours, Andy," she had murmured. "You have a bigger, longer, thicker prick. But this pecker is going to be good sucking."
Then Linda had raised her aim slightly and her tongue lapped at the swollen point that so recently had stabbed deep into her womb. She winked at Andy just before she concentrated on her oral task. As her lips closed over the big head, she closed her eyes almost reverently. Andy could hear Linda's mouth sucking on Hugh's cock, moving up and down on Hugh's hard cock, taking more and more and more of his prick into her throat.
And as Andy thought of her fucking that huge hunk of sex meat far into her gullet, he wondered how Liz Heather's throat was feeling.
Suddenly, Andy got up from the couch. He decided to take a bath and go see if Liz were in her bungalow....
But Andy was deterred from his task by Georgia McCabe when he emerged from the elevator. She was wearing a flowing, ankle-length dressing gown. Her dark eyes seemed to twinkle excitedly in the dim light of the foyer.
"Going out?"
Andy shrugged. He figured that she was naked under the gown by the way she looped her arms under her full breasts. "Maybe. Mind?"
"How would you like to have some real fun?"
"Whatcha got in mind? As if I couldn't guess."
"You would be guessing wrong-this time," Georgia said merrily, her eyes teasing him. "The niece of the millionaire who endows this little campus whorehouse is visiting me. She is ripe. I mean ripe!"
"And her rich uncle doesn't care." Andy shook his head.
"He's pissed off at her," Georgia said, voice now husky. "He wants her deflowered-not by a punk kid down the block but by a real man."
"Virgin?" Andy furrowed his brow.
"Yep. Fifteen years old. She'll attend college here when she is finished with private prep school and wants to be a member of the drill team. In fact, she's wearing the new uniform selected by her uncle for next year. Only ten members of the team will wear them-the others will continue with the more sedate costumes. So why don't you come on in, have a couple of casual drinks and drill her oil well for her?"
Andy shook his head doubtfully, but he let Georgia steer him into her apartment. The first thing he saw was a lot of bare legs. Then his eyes focused on the girl. "She can't be fifteen-more like ten," he whispered to Georgia.
"She's fifteen. Look a little closer."
Andy peered closer while Georgia went to mix him a drink. Her thighs were sleek-looking and her breasts were like young buds just beginning to bloom.
The girl stood up and sauntered about the room, as if oblivious to his presence.
"You can't get away with that costume at ball games," he remarked. "Why, the bottom isn't much more than an exaggerated G-string." He almost whistled as he stared at the girl's ass, at the way the costume between her legs barely covered her crack.
"Meet Lila," Georgia said, handing him a drink.
He nodded as the girl tilted her head at him. He had a sudden impulse to spank her bare ass-cheeks, because of the way she smirked at him, her dainty lips twisted slightly.
"And we'll get away with the costume," Georgia said.
Andy squinted. "Hell, I can see the outline of her genitals," he muttered, scrutinizing the dinky garment that clearly out-lined her ass and pussy. "And the top is so sheer I can see the ... nipples."
Georgia laughed again. "There is a little bolero jacket that goes with it. People staring at the girls from the stands won't be certain they are seeing what they are seeing."
Andy felt uneasy as he sipped his drink. There was an impudent look in the girl's face, a taunting challenge in Georgia's.
"Who are you?"
Andy squinted at Lila. "Andrew Booker-Andy."
"Did Miss McCabe-Georgia-tell you that my uncle wants me screwed? He doesn't want me to be a virgin any longer because I played kid-kissing and petting games with some of my friends. That's all. But he wants me screwed, wants me to get a full course in that part of life, taught by an expert, by an experienced man. Well?"
"To hell with it, Georgia!" Andy snorted, watching the girl strut with amateurish vampishness about the living room.
"Not the hell with it!" Lila snapped. "I want you to do exactly what my uncle wants done to me. I want you to fuck me!"
Debauchery, he thought, feeling a little dismal, wishing he had escaped Georgia and gone on to see if Liz Heather were at home. Yet, there was a sensuousness about Lila and the idea of fucking her fascinated .him. "How the hell do I know this is what her uncle wants?" he growled.
"Want to see the letter?" Georgia's eyes twinkled as she lounged against her portable liquor bar.
"Or would you rather call him yourself?" Lila smirked. "That way, you could get his full instructions."
Andy's eyes followed Lila as she flopped onto the couch. She arched her back so that her breasts stretched the halter of her outfit. "Come over here," she said softly.
Andy crossed the room and sat down next to her. Lila put her head in his lap.
"Your lap feels warm," she murmured. She grabbed his hand and pulled it down to her flat tummy. She urged it lower and Andy caressed her, his hand moving to her parting thighs.
Lila's eyes closed and her body lurched upward slightly against the light pressure of his touch. Suddenly, she rolled away and stood up. She took his glass and gulped the remains of his drink. She dropped the glass on the floor and walked back and forth in front of him. Slowly, she freed the fasteners on her halter and it fluttered from her fingertips to the floor.
Andy noticed that her breasts weren't really mature enough to slope downward or tilt upward.
Lila turned from side to side in front of him. He was tempted to reach for her, but she stepped back and released the snaps at the waistband of her pants. She strode away from him. She turned, spread her feet and her pants dropped to the floor.
Andy stood up and grabbed her upper arm firmly. He turned her toward him slowly. Her hands pushed against his chest. Then her fingers toyed idly with the buttons on his shirt. He kissed away the smirk on her lips as his fingers grabbed one of her firm little breasts. He played with her tit, pushing her nipple inward. Her breast was warm and pulsating.
Then she drew away from him and stepped back. She stood there, arms at her sides, absolutely naked. Andy's eyes explored Lila's satiny-looking body. Her lips curved in a provocative smile.
Andy sat back on the couch, and Lila glided forward to stand between his parted legs, her knees against the front of the couch. Andy cupped her breasts, his hands wandering over her trembling body to her firm buttocks, and Lila again toyed with the buttons of his shirt.
Andy kissed her breasts, running the tip of his tongue over her hard nipples.
Lila's hands trembled on his shirt buttons and she moaned.
Andy shuffled to his feet and crushed her nude body against him.
"Let me," she whispered, and her fingers picked up speed as she stripped him to the waist. Then her fingers darted to his belt buckle. "I want to," jshe murmured as Andy unsnapped his trousers. "Yes, yes," she sighed, pushing his pants down to his ankles. Her fingers had brushed his erecting cock, sparking a sensation of sweet agony in Andy, igniting a molten flame in the pit of her stomach. His loins were on fire.
He thought her eyes deliberately had ignored looking at his erect penis and bloated balls. Quickly removing his socks and shoes, she snuggled her bareness against his masculine nudity.
"Nice," Lila breathed, "Now what? What now?"
Andy picked her up in his arms and lowered her body on the couch. He moved his hands gently over her body, wishing she would put her cool hands on his prick.
He moved onto the couch with her. He cupped her crotch, and she hunched her butt upward as she sighed softly. His hand clutched her little girl's snatch. Her knees spread, giving him unhindered access to the sweet mystery of her crotch. He was surprised that she had so few pubic hairs. He increased the pressure, digging into her tight cunt.
He made an indentation in her tight little crack with the tip of his little finger as he parted the lips of her cunt. The tip of his finger rubbed up and down. Her knees parted wider. His finger ran the full length of her little rut, from the upper tip of her moist slot to her pinched anus, putting a little added pressure on her opening. Then he rubbed and teased her hard little clitoris. He leaned over her and sucked her navel, sticking his tongue into it.
Andy repeated the action, over and over, ever so often dipping the tip of his little finger into the flutter of her vaginal opening. He could tell her pussy was going to be tight! Before he expected it, Lila was lunging against his hand, jabbing her clit against his finger as he passed over it. She was coming out. He held his finger against her clit, and she began bucking her hips as she hit a stormy climax.
He was almost hypnotized by the smallness of her split. He began massaging her wet little pussy. He leaned over her and sucked hard on her tit, his tongue wrapping around her nipple. She shrieked with tormented passion. He removed his hand from her crotch and her hips continued undulating and bucking gently.
"It's time to take her. Give it to her, Andy," Georgia said from somewhere behind him.
Andy stretched out above her, adjusted his posture so that his heavy balls rubbed against her ass. Slowly, his massive prick entered her tight cunt.
His hand, wet with her pussy juice, squeezed her breast. He pinched her nipple and Lila squealed. Andy's other hand maneuvered the head of his cock, which was swollen and blood-red, into her diminutive gash. The dainty lips of her cunt were stretched, and he wondered if she could take his monstrous tool. His cock moved up and down her groove until it was lubricated with her passion juice.
She cried out instinctively and tried to move from him. But she arched her ass upward, moaning and whimpering against his shoulder. Her fingernails raked his back. "God!" she wailed in a passionate frenzy mingled with fright. "I don't want you! I can't take you! Your thing is too huge!"
Her thighs were split far apart as he positioned his prick. The head of his anxious cock found the entry to the tiny orifice and he pushed forward.
"She's going to be tight," he groaned.
Lila groaned with a mixture of pain and anticipated pleasure as the slick knob slid out of sight, just inside her snug cunt. He hesitated a moment, then crowded his cock in deeper.
She uttered a shrill cry.
"She'll be a good, tight fuck, if she can take it," Andy grunted.
Despite the resistance of her small twat, his prick was sliding slowly into her womanhood. He felt the inner convulsions of her cunt so intensely that they pained his prick.
Then the head of his cock encountered her hymen. He paused, letting her wriggle futilely under him. He was panting and perspiring profusely. He adjusted his position, both hands locked on her flanks. He hunched forward, at the same time pulling her frail body against him.
"Eeeeiiiiii! Aaaaggghhhh!" Lila screamed as he plucked her cherry. He socked his cock into her another inch and let her cunt adjust to his huge prick. He rotated his hips and her cunt was taking it.
"Another six inches of prick, Lila," Andy groaned, pushing it into her, watching his shaft vanish into the distended lips of her vulva.
"She's so fuckin' tight," he panted, "but I'm burying my bone deep into her cunt. And I ain't hit bottom yet!"
He eased back, then plunged another three inches into her, evoking a sharp, shrill scream that beat against his eardrums. Her heels pounded on his back, and he thought she was trying to draw her mauled pussy away from the instrument that was violating her virginal body.
But his cock slanted into her, plundering her saucy cunt. He nibbled on a nipple to distract her from thinking about what was happening between her legs. He eased back the head of his cock before he started short strokes into her, getting his glans and shaft well oiled in her cunt fluid.
Her uptilted ass seemed to be rocking upward, reaching for more of his cock.
Andy ran his hands under her cupping her tense buttocks. He lengthened his strokes until his cock was fucking into her in full strokes.
"Aaaaaiiiieee!" she screeched. She was coming. Andy couldn't stop his fucking rhythm. He continued hammering his cock into her throbbing cunt.
Her ass bucked and tossed, her cunt urging on his inward thrusts. Then he felt the surge of molten man-lava building in his balls. And he fucked her faster, pounding the prick into her cunt until his sperm exploded into her womb.
He crushed her, shooting her full of jizz and she moaned softly. He thought that she was begging him to keep on fucking his prick into her. But his cock squeezed and rubbed raw. He was content to savor the pulsations of her little, stretched snatch around his shaft with the huge head denting the far wall of her twat.
"What a wonderful fuck!" he heard Georgia applauding, clapping her hands.
CHAPTER TEN
Andy fretted a lot the next two days about Lila and Hugh. But his worry about Hugh was dissipated when he happened to glance out a front window and saw him arm in arm with Mandy and Linda. He was laughing and chattering away-obviously on his way to take turns fucking the two lovelies.
And his concern over Lila was erased when he happened to meet her in the foyer one day. She had smiled, winked, then said "Man, you're too much-almost!"
Then his thoughts were occupied again with Liz Heather. He was perplexed by his feelings of tenderness toward her rather than passion.
If she would see him, maybe they would screw-but that wasn't of ultimate importance.
But if Andy had known that Liz couldn't get him out of her mind, he might have taken the bottle of Scotch over to her place instead of sprawling on the couch in his shorts and drinking all day long....
From her bedroom window, Liz could see Andy's apartment on the fifth floor of the building about a quarter of a mile from her bungalow. A warm flush ebbed through her. She knew that if he would draw back the drapes on the side window of his living room, he could see her standing naked!
Damn him! she thought heatedly, lowering her gaze and trying to forget about him. "Why do I think about him?" she fretted, aware that she was blushing.
Yet, her mind continued to dwell on the night that he had stripped her, baring her body to his eyes and hands, then fucked her.
"His body was against mine-and he stuck his hard cock in me," she murmured, her eyes again going to the building where she knew he was. "Did he assault me?" she asked herself. Why this heat building in my body and tormenting me? Why flashes of tenderness and yearning just to see his smile?
She turned swiftly and kicked her discarded clothing into a heap behind the bedroom door. Trembling hands cupped her breasts as she strode into the bathroom and filled the tub. She settled into the bubble bath, closed her eyes-and could almost feel Andy's hands on her body, fingers kneading her firm flesh.
"Oh, bastard thoughts!" she swore softly. "And what he did to me in the cloakroom!" She began to feel that the heat, deep in her loins, was making the bath water even hotter. "Should I tell him a couple of things about me? Would he understand? Maybe we won't have any more conversations. But? Would he understand and forgive me?"
She lay back in the soothing hot water, her eyes closed, conscious of her voluptuous breasts bobbing near the surface. "Was I so guilty?"
Liz stirred restlessly, not caring that her blonde hair was getting soggy. "It was a Friday afternoon ... I had never played hookey from school before ... Some friend she was! ... Going for a ride with those two boys...." Then she began to remember that incident a long time ago....
Nervous about being truant with a boy whom she didn't even know, Liz sat in the front seat against the door as they drove far into the coastal mountains.
She shuddered once as the boy touched her knee, flicked at the hem of her skirt with his fingertips. She was frightened, yet anxious for adventure.
Liz stared through the windshield at the green of the mountains, aware of the muttered sounds of lovemaking, of sharp slaps, of her girl friend's subdued squeals, of fragments of conversation:
"I'm not going to help you with your hard subject! ... You think I'm a snap course? ... You aren't going to do anything, you know ... That's all you want to go out with me for ... What do you think you're going to do? ... What did you say? 'Get in my pants?' ... What if I told you it was that time? I don't want to, you're too greedy, too fast, hurt me ... Stop it! You're tearing my panties!...."
Liz jumped when the driver flipped the sunvisor and she saw through the mirror a clear view of the backseat. At first, seeing her girl friend's bare thighs with her skirt rolled up to her stomach, she jerked her eyes away. Then, her gaze crept back to watch, wide-eyed, as the boy stripped the girl and exposed her all the way to the belly.
It was the first time Liz had seen another girl quite this naked, except in gym class. Her eyes were glued to the mirror as the boy pushed the girl down in the seat, swiveled to snake out of his trousers and shorts and twist his body between her legs.
Liz was tempted to turn in the seat, but she stared at the action in the mirror, stunned by the broad daylight of blending bodies. At first, she was frightened by her girl friend's cries and moans and her final, imploring whimper, "Don't quit! Don't quit! Keep doing it! Wait! Wait! Don't come yet! Keep fucking me. Go! Go! GO! Fuck me!"
Liz continued to stare in the mirror for long minutes after the boy had pushed himself away from the girl sprawled in the backseat, her flesh pulsating gently, jizz oozing from her gaping pussy, a fine film of perspiration on her bare body.
"Whata fuck!"
And the boy cleaned his rod on the girl's panties.
She had been fascinated, watching the boy's cock sliding in and out of her girl friend's pussy. And the girl was grinding her ass up to meet his punching prick. She had never seen a naked boy before, either!
As if stunned, she grabbed a can of beer, taking her eyes off the reflection in the mirror. The conversation around her sounded like a dull roar.
"Shall I take her, too?" the boy in the front seat asked.
"Why? You have a girl," the other replied. "Maybe too young."
"Never-as long as they're big enough. Liz, here, is like twenty-two. I'll get easy-lay. out of the backseat and you drag sexy Liz back to the workbench."
Liz gulped the beer, her heart pounding, frightened, ready to fight and scream. But before she could scream, the boy lifted her up and spilled her into the backseat. He rolled over the back of the front seat and pinned her against the cushion as she righted herself and tugged modestly at the hem of her skirt.
His mouth found hers, muffling her cries, crushing her lips. His hand clawed at her breast through sweater, blouse and bra.
The other dug under her skirt and found her crotch. There was a sandpaper sound as he tore her panties. Liz stared in stunned fright out the window at her girl friend who was standing calmly beside the car. "I want to-go home!"
"Nothing doing! You get fucked first!" the youth hissed, his fingers stripping her naked to the waist and mauling her breasts.
Liz fought back. She bit at his arm and face as he chewed lustfully on one of her pointed tits.
He ripped off her skirt, popping away the button on the side. The zipper skidded as he yanked and she was bounced around on the seat. She continued to fight, but she could feel the other boy's hands on her body-and her girl friend's hands ... wrestling her into position.
She was scared. The boy was between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Liz opened her eyes and saw only the grinning face of her girl friend thrust through the car window for a closer view.
"Help me," Liz pleaded.
"He'll help you-and himself," her girl friend said. "He's pretty big-has a huge prick!"
He forced her thighs far apart, even pulled out several tendrils of her young pussy hair. He slid over her and she was aware of his hard, hot object probing around her bare bottom end.
Then his point found her and he plunged deep, ripping her hymen. She was forced up from the seat by the hard thrust and she heard her girl friend exclaim, "He busted her cherry! He got a fourteen-year-old virgin! Fuck it to her! We could just about play croquet with his balls!"
Mentally, the violation and misery lasted hours. But the boy was quick and he bathed Liz' tortured cunt with his fiery sperm after five or six full pumps.
Liz avoided their leering eyes as she assembled her clothes and dressed....
"Raped," Liz said dully as she turned more hot water into the tub. "What would Andy Booker say about that?" She opened her eyes, scowling. "But what would he say about what I did on my own-one time?" Then she remembered another sensual scene.
Three years after her traumatic experience, Liz couldn't subdue the sensual yearnings and curiosity that seethed in her loins. It tormented her most at night, and her fingers, playing timidly in her hot, oily cunt, did little to sate her hunger.
But the thought of being taken and used and dominated was repulsive to her. But if she could be the dominant one? The idea appealed to her. But how? Whom? It certainly couldn't be a boy her own age or older. Could it? No! Out of the question! But a freshman boy? Surely, he would be mature enough to let her appease her curiosity and dispel the physical misery that plagued her body. Wouldn't he? A freshman boy? Not one of the hulking ones. No. But how about one who hadn't started yet to develop into physical manhood.
How about LeRoy? He seems the logical one. He seemed to be attracted to her. Many times the only way she could lose him was by going in the girls' restroom and lingering until it was time for next class.
Of course! She would seduce him-and fuck him!
Liz plotted her course of action for nearly three weeks, shadowing LeRoy until she was as familiar with his habits as he was.
She picked a Saturday, borrowing her older brother's car. She intercepted him on his way home from the tennis courts. As she encouraged LeRoy into the car, she quickly mentally reviewed all she had read about sex in books and magazines covertly circulated by her female classmates. She presumed she knew the mechanics of sexual intercourse. She smiled at LeRoy.
She gunned the small sports car down the tree-lined street. "LeRoy, I'm absolutely at loose ends today. Let's get some burgers and fries and have a picnic at the lake."
She swung onto the highway which led to the dam and reservoir twenty miles away. She was chuckling to herself as she looked at LeRoy's obvious bewilderment.
Swinging the car onto the lake road, she said, "My brother is going to be sore. I took Dad's Coleman ice chest and sneaked my brother's supply of beer from the frige. Do you drink beer, LeRoy?"
"I've put away a few," he said and he was becoming bolder, more at ease with the attractive senior with the warm, flashing eyes.
Slyly, Liz selected a private area in the shade and she parked the car. She handed the sack of food to LeRoy and opened the trunk to get a blanket and the ice chest. He helped her spread the blanket.
Liz chatted about his studies and tennis, then she teased him about having a girl friend. She watched him blush and look away.
Drinking the third bottle of beer, she casually tilted her head back, watching LeRoy through half-closed eyes. With careful carelessness she parted her legs and exposed her nakedness to his widening eyes.
A few seconds later, she moved closer to him, her arm circling around his shoulders. When he raised his bottle to drink, she brushed it aside and kissed him, letting her hand drift to his bare thigh below the tennis shorts.
She smiled and laughed into his eyes as he struggled to dispel his flustered blush. "Don't you like to kiss girls?"
She pushed him back on the blanket and held him in her arms. She was tingling heatedly in her loins. Brazenly, without knowing about sophisticated sex play, she explored beneath his shorts, exulting in the pulsing excitement that she was arousing in him. She wondered how he would react if she spoke aloud the "dirty" words that she had read in some of the books.
She kissed him with her wet, open mouth, her tongue licking against his surprised lips. He started breathing faster. He mumbled something as she unbuttoned his shorts and skinned them down his boyish legs.
Her fingers were timid as she touched a man's cock for the first time. It was rigid and hot, and her fingers curled around it as she jacked him off, clumsily at first.
"Aaaahhhh," he moaned as she slithered her tongue into his mouth.
"Don't bite me," she purred, feeling his balls and delighting in the way his testicles rolled around in his hairy scrotum.
Quickly, she straddled him, throwing her full skirt over his body. She hesitated a moment, her mind haunted with the memory of being pounded with a cock and wondering if the sharp pain of having her cherry popped would be repeated.
But the books and magazines and manuals had said it wouldn't. She grasped his cock, bent it upward, then swiveled her ass downward until the hot point parted her cunt-lips and sent a pulse of electricity through her tummy.
"Aaaahhhh," she murmured, kissing the boy quickly. His cock-not as big as the guy who had fucked her in the backseat of the car so long ago-soaked in her hot juices. She pushed his prick against the nervous, fluttering entry to her pussy.
She slowly lowered her ass a second time, taking his hot cock into her inexperienced cunt.
"Aaahhhh, good, good, good," she crooned, kissing him again and delighting in his tongue responding against her own.
I am going to fuck him! He writhed and moaned as Liz lowered her ass, taking all of his prick into her steaming, tight vagina. She straightened up to look at his face and get as much of his cock into her as she could. She kissed the tears from his closed eyes.
His knife of meat seemed puny in her eager box until her cunt began spasming and clutching at his hot cock.
She began bouncing her body up and down, sliding her pussy up and down on his hot rod. "Good," she sighed, increasing her pace, fucking faster and faster, careful not to make her strokes too long and let his prick flop out of her cunt.
"Fucking is fun," she whimpered. "Don't you like to fuck, LeRoy? I didn't know a boy's cock in my pussy could feel so heavenly!"
She bounced her ass faster and faster, her ass-cheeks slapping roughly against his upper thighs as her avid pussy consumed his prick. "Fuck up when I fuck down, LeRoy!" she panted, feeling as if she were going to be shattered with pleasure. "Come on! Fuck me, LeRoy! That's it! Punch your prick up into my pussy. Oh, I love your cock in my cunt. That's it! Fuck me faster! Deeper! Plunge your prick into me! Good! Good! GOOD! Come, LeRoy! Shoot your jizz in me. My pussy is exploding and your nice, hard, hot prick is shooting me into heaven! Go, LeRoy! That's it, lover! Fuck it in deep! I feel your jizz hosing my cunt! Ooooohhh! Heavenly fucking!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Liz lurched upright in the tub, then scrambled out. She dried quickly, wishing she could towel away the torrid sensation that assailed her body. "I've resisted the idea of a man in me for so long. I need fucking!"
She tossed the towel over the shower curtain rod and, impatiently, strolled naked through the bungalow. She mixed a drink in the kitchen and seemed drawn to the bedroom where she posed before the window and stared at Andy's apartment.
As she stood there, filled with yearning, Andy's window darkened as a light was turned out. She was filled with a searing jealousy. "Is he about to fuck Mandy? She lives there. Maybe all the drill-team members are enjoying his nice cock!"
A frown curved her lips. Is he fucking his cock into one of the coeds' snatches? Bitch.
Liz carried her drink through the bungalow, a hand involuntarily caressing one of her tits.
"Nipples are so darned hard!" she pouted. "My pussy burns! I need a cock in me! Andy Booker's cock! That fuck-hungry bastard! Screwing my pussy and eating it in the cloakroom at the student union! Ugh! Dangerous, our fucking there!"
Maybe he's giving it to Miss McCabe! "I'm going crazy! Why does the thought of him screwing someone else make me jealous? Damn him! He does have a lovely long, thick dick!"
She went to the kitchen and replenished her drink. On impulse she got a bottle of Scotch from the cupboard and mixed a Scotch and water. "For you, you cunt-monger!" she pouted.
Then she strode into the living room and picked up the telephone. "Probably letting Georgia McCabe suck him off! Damn Georgia! I won't train the drill team any more, not if they wear those new whore things!"
She dialed.
"Professor Booker? Me. Miss Heather. Liz, that is. Flu has gone. Yes. I'm well ... What are you doing?" Fucking someone while you talk to me? "I'm having a drink, and I'll buy you one. NOT in the cloakroom!" She suppressed a gasp. "That was damned dangerous; you could have been caught doing it to me in there! Yes! All right! WE could have been caught. But I will buy you that drink-at my place ... No, you don't have to dress up." Liz almost giggled into the phone as she looked down at her own nudity. "I don't know whether you should come as you are or not. Be sure you wear clothes, that's all.
"NO! I am not wearing my motorcycle uniform, as you put it. Your drink is ready."
Then she giggled. "So am I!" She danced around the room, bouncing her breasts, a happiness welling through her. He is not shacked up in bed with some other slut!
She ran her fingers through her pubic hair and pinched her tits. "Helluva a fine motorcycle uniform!"
Then Andy was there, and she wondered if he could tell-suspected-that she was naked under her ankle-length blue robe.
"Hi."
"I hope your flu bug isn't hiding out somewhere and bites me." Andy grinned, taking the drink she offered.
Liz went into the living room, aware of a hesitancy in his nature. She was suddenly afraid he wouldn't want her. Maybe, she thought, he has had so much pussy, he is too sapped out. I'm a wanton hussy! She was assailed with desire, was tempted to loosen the belt and peel out of her robe. Will he think that I'm a brazen whore? She wanted him, so much, to extinguish the sensual fires that raged in her womb, but to consider her a lady, too.
"That was a beastly thing I did to you-in the cloakroom," Andy said humbly.
Liz smiled ruefully. "Yes. I suppose-know it was. A dangerous, beastly thing to do. Raped me twice, really. I couldn't very well scream in protest and let everyone on campus know you were-screwing me!"
Andy nodded in agreement. "But you were-and still are-so beautiful. I just got hard, suddenly. Couldn't resist. And your pussy is delicious."
"Hush that talk!" Liz snapped, realizing that her pale skin was reddening-right down to her toes. She could feel his eyes penetrating her gown and devouring her breasts. And he licked his lips as if he were savoring the idea of sucking her snatch again.
She couldn't keep the color from her cheeks, couldn't refrain from breathing hard. She tried to avoid his eyes. Her innards squirmed with passion.
There was a feverish flash in her flesh as she recalled the exquisite daring sensation of him under her skirt, eating her cunt for dessert, then fucking her from behind.
"It was an-an experience," she managed wistfully. "Another drink?" She hurried to get his glass and fled to the kitchen. "Andy? I won't be at Hilton after this term. I can't be an adviser to the drill team if they wear those new costumes. Have you seen them? Has Miss McCabe shown them to you?"
"Yes," he said. "Daring." He took the drink, didn't touch her fingers as she had hoped. Just took the glass and turned his eyes away from her exposed cleavage.
He doesn't want me! Doesn't even want to see me in the nude! Nothing. He's had me, why should he be enticed. And I'm a slut! I've thought more dirty words tonight than I ever did in five years.
Liz fought a sudden compulsion to cry. "Andy? I want to tell you about a couple of things-I was involved in."
"Member of the Communist party?"
"Don't be ludicrous."
"You work weekends in a whorehouse?"
"Oh, God! You're almost impossible!"
"You're Lesbian?"
"Crap-Shit!"
"Go ahead, Liz. I'm sorry I teased you; sorry I raped you."
She drew a deep breath. "Maybe I asked for all of that, in a way. But, Andy, I want security, mental and physical."
He interrupted her. "Tell me your sordid story."
Liz held her breath, her eyes intent on Andy's. Then she told Andy about her scandalous past.
And after she finished, Andy asked, "Weren't you afraid he would talk at school-tell about your seducing him?"
Liz felt relieved. She hadn't known what his reaction would be. "I don't think anyone would believe that a mere freshman boy could convince anyone that he had sex with a senior girl. Not me, any way...."
"Did he ever get to you again, or try to follow you around?"
Liz shook her head. She was aware that her gown had draped open and that Andy could see her long legs. She felt disdainful of her nudity. Some of the fire in her belly had died down. She was openly inviting him to take her.
Yet, he was so somber, studious. Like a psychologist. Maybe she couldn't provoke sexual impulses in him. Maybe she didn't need a cock in her cunt.
"He-the boy, LeRoy-just went back to being himself. Once I caught him, surprised him, staring at me in the hallway at school-almost resentfully."
Andy lit a cigarette. Liz began to feel comfortable, felt no necessity to make conversation. It felt nice having Andy in the room with her.
Quietly, Andy said, "Liz, you're beautiful, tender, intelligent, kind. The kind I like-have dreamed about, I guess. I could love you and live with you, I think, for a long time."
"Bah!" she said. "But, I like to hear that." Now she was uncomfortable, sensing a blush of pride in her cheeks. "Oh, Christ! How many women have you had? Oh never mind that! You are my third man. Oh, damn me! I don't want to count things like that, like keeping track of birthdays!"
Andy's eyes focused on her legs, on her hairy place. Yet, there was no burning passion in his gaze. Liz slowly spread her knees apart so that he could have a full view of her pussy.
"Take off the robe, Liz," Andy said softly. "I want to look at you and admire all of your body."
She stood up, a little unsteady, and let the robe float to the floor. Her eyes begged for his appreciation. The tips of her titties tingled as his gaze swept up and down her nudity. I love it, she thought. His eyes on me. I want his hands on me.
"Let's go to bed," he said abruptly, standing up. He swept her up in his arms and she hugged to him.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Sleep with you; hold you and keep you warm."
"Is that all?" Liz whispered, pressing her hard, hot breasts against his chest and tickling his ear with her tongue.
"Sleep," he said. "We'll fuck in the morning."
Liz went to sleep in his arms, her firm, warm titties like cushions between their ribs. He pressed his pelvis against hers, and she began grinding her body against him, capturing his half-limp penis between her creamy thighs.
Andy urged her to turn her back to him. His prick entered through the relaxed crack of her ass-cheeks and found her hot moistness.
"Aaaaahhhh," Liz sighed in her sleep, her buttocks tensing as he plowed tenderly into her vulva. "Aaaaahhhh," she purred, her ass hunching back involuntarily as he found her hot pussy and filled her cunt with his prick.
"Oooh," she murmured as he licked her shoulder and shoved his cock in deeper. He bent his knees and forced her thighs upward, giving her another couple of inches of his cock. He gently, carefully stabbed his cock into her hot, fluid cunt.
His left hand worked under her arm and clutched a pointed tittie. He kissed her back as he began fucking in and out of her cunt slowly. And she was taking all of his fat prick, the walls of her twat working like a suction cup.
Andy knew he couldn't hold off long. In her sleep, Liz' pussy was fucking his vibrant cock as avidly as a thirsty man gulped cool water. She was far from cool; she was as hot as a furnace.
And she was on the verge of orgasm. She hunched her butt back to him, lifted a thigh and doubled her body so that he could sock another inch of his prick into her.
Liz shivered and Andy held her close as she banged her bell.
She was whimpering. And Andy said softly, "Hush, my love." And he crammed all of his cock into her and began flushing his jizz into her womb.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The notice that his car insurance was due and that the premium was being increased nearly twelve percent because he had moved from California to the Midwest made Andy boil.
He checked the telephone directory for the address of the local agent and decided to drive downtown and gripe. In the foyer, he met Georgia McCabe.
"Going to town, Andy?"
"To bitch about my car insurance premium," he snapped.
"How about a lift? Save me from getting my car out."
Fifteen minutes later Andy parked the car. Georgia squeezed his forearm. "I'll only be about fifteen minutes. Meet you back here at the car?"
Andy nodded, pointing across the street. "I'm just going over there and bitch."
The grin of the brown-haired insurance agent was infectious and Andy returned her grin. "Your damned company is trying to kite my car insurance premium," he said, tossing the billing on the counter.
"Come on back to my office Mister Booker, and we'll take a look at it. I'm Laura Stevens," she said, green eyes twinkling as she caught Andy's gaze on the thrust of her bosom.
Andy took a chair off to the side of her desk as she sat down, her tight green skirt sliding up to display about eight inches of creamy thigh. She's got bigger tits than Georgia, Andy mused, letting his eyes rove over the woman as she studied the information from the insurance company.
"The best I can suggest," Laura said, "is that you go ahead and pay the premium. I'll enclose a letter with your check protesting this increase. I've done this successfully for several patrons."
"Might as well," he scowled, writing a check. "What the hell! Can't beat city hall or insurance companies any way."
"It's nearly five o'clock," Laura said brusquely, "can I buy you a drink?"
He shook his head. "I have to meet someone-Georgia McCabe-back at the car."
"I know who she is," Laura said, getting her coat. "Let's pick her up and I'll buy you both a drink." On the way out, she told her office girl, "Lock up whenever you like. I won't be back today."
In the bar, Laura waited for Andy and Georgia to order. "I think I'll have a double-oh, Scotch and water, I guess," Georgia said. Andy nodded that he would, too.
"I have a double at home," Laura said brightly. "Don't change it," she told the waiter.
"You have what at home?" Georgia asked.
"A double-and an indoor swimming pool," Laura said winking. "Want to? Why not?"
"Yes. Why not, Andy?" Georgia said, a hand on his thigh. "We may as well drink Laura's booze and take a swim."
"I have no urgent plans," he agreed. And they finished their drinks and followed Laura to her place on the fringe of town.
With a drink in his hand, Andy stood at the edge of the pool and peered at the placid water. "Very inviting," he said.
"Give it a splash, then," Laura encouraged.
"Forgot my suit-trunks." Andy shook his head.
"I swim raw," Laura said. "And who cares? Besides, you have very little to hide."
"Oh?" Andy challenged.
"Let me back up on that," Laura laughed. "I didn't mean to say you are 'very little.' It's just that you put out such a front, you don't hide it at all."
Georgia laughed. "It's true, Andy; you don't leave much to a girl's imagination."
His gaze swung back and forth between the two tall women. "I'm going to get out of these clothes; make up your mind, Andy," Laura said. "Come on, Georgia."
He shrugged and watched them leave. Then he set his glass aside and stripped quickly. He eased down the ladder, shivering with pleasure as the warm water lapped against his husky balls and heated his cock. "Uuummmmm, not bad," he breathed.
Andy had completed a lap around the pool by the time Laura and Georgia returned, both wearing terry-cloth robes. "Going to join me?" he asked.
"We'll think about it," Laura said. "First, we'll all have another drink."
Andy shrugged, came partway up the ladder, keeping from exposing himself as he sipped his drink. He watched the women take seats on the wrought iron patio furniture.
"Join us," Georgia taunted.
"I'm just fine," Andy declined.
"We're sure you are," Laura said, "but we can't tell for sure."
"Oh, he's fine," Georgia said. "I can vouch for that."
Reaching for her drink, Laura let the folds of her robe drift away until long tapering thighs were exposed. Just a little more, he thought, and I'll be able to see that magnificent bosom.
"This darned thing is most unmanageable," Laura pouted, adjusting the folds over her legs. But she loosened the upper part and Andy saw her creamy right breast clearly.
They both laughed, peered a long moment at each other. "Is he modest, Georgia?"
"I would say the bastard isn't modest; he's almost arrogant about how well he's hung!"
"A real stud, huh?"
They chuckled in unison, their robes flopping open. They spread their knees and gave him a full view of their hot cunts.
The pink inner lips of their pussies glistened, and he could almost smell their warm, female aroma. "Maybe the stud doesn't want to be saddled today," Andy teased.
"Two hot and willing mares and you don't want some?" Laura frowned, standing up and tossing away her robe.
"What a pair of jugs!" Andy said as Laura lifted her breasts and crushed them together.
She turned her back to him and bent over, showing him her ass. She reached behind her and spread her ass-cheeks so that he could get a good view of her pussy and brown asshole. "I might let you fuck me in the butt, Andy. I like a hot, fat post in my asshole sometimes."
"Jeez!" Georgia gasped. "You make me hotter than hell, Laura." She flounced to her feet and let her robe fall away. Georgia moved in behind Laura and joined her body to Laura's posterior. She began making coital humps, fucking the taller woman.
"This is no good," Laura panted. "I need something fucked deep into my hole, reaming it out and grinding and making my pussy smoke!"
Laura straightened up and took Georgia in her arms, mashing their big tits together and kissing her. "Grind your mound against mine, Georgia, and make my clit stick out. That's it, fuck your pussy against mine. Ooohhh, good. Enough!" She pushed Georgia away. "Suppose you mix us all a drink and I'll go get the 'double' I was talking about."
Andy crept up the ladder and perched on the edge of the pool. Georgia stared at his nudity for a minute, her eyes focused on his fat cock, then she turned to the table and poured liquor in their glasses.
In less than a minute, Laura hurried back, breasts bouncing, tips pointed and hard. Andy could sense the excitement pulsating through her body.
"I got carried away and mixed us drunks and not drinks," Georgia laughed, her voice shaky.
"Hot bitch," Andy said softly.
"You're working on a nice hard-on, honey," Laura said, handing Andy his glass and touching his meaty shaft with her toes.
With trembling fingers, Laura unzipped a large pouch and drew out a flesh-colored harness and a double dildo. "It looks like two men's gadgets welded together-even the pocket billiard set. Nine inches of fake cock on each side. Wow! I bet that thing can fill both our cunts at the same time!"
Laura grinned smugly, fondling the thing, jacking it off.
"Show us how it works, Laura," Georgia coaxed. "I need my pussy fucked!"
Laura stepped into the harness. She pulled it up her thighs. She squatted slightly and used both hands to grasp the rear dong. Her body shivered with erotic pleasure as she parted the red folds of her vulva and began a slow penetration of her snatch.
"Oh, God, yes!" she panted as the massive shaft slowly vanished into her cunt. "It sure fills my snatch to the limit," Laura groaned.
"You going to fuck me with it?" Georgia almost pleaded. "Where do you want me? On my back? Or do you want to fuck me like a dog?"
Laura stepped toward Georgia and Georgia's hand clutched the huge tool that was about to be speared into her tender opening. "My good grief," Georgia shuddered, weaving slightly as she caressed it. "Dick my dock with your dong, Laura," Georgia pleaded.
Slowly, Laura reached for her, drew her against her own quivering body and ran her hands up and down Georgia's back, fingers pinching the full, ripe cheeks of her ass.
Andy grinned, his hand instinctively going to his rock-hard cock. He stared at the two beautiful women embracing each other's bodies, plump breasts crushed together, bodies racked with harsh, passionate breaths.
"Oooohhhhh, damn!" Georgia moaned. "My pussy is on fire. Hurry up, Laura, fuck it into me, hard and deep." She leaned back so that Laura could find her plush tit. Laura tilted it upward so that she could curl her lips around the dark, distended nipple.
"So, good, Laura! I love having my titties sucked and my cunt fucked!" Georgia ground her hairy snatch against Laura's, molding their quivering thighs together.
Georgia's hands fluttered up and down Laura's back, searching for Laura's taut buttocks.
"That's good, Georgia," Laura purred. "Can you stick a finger in my butt? I like it when someone stabs a finger or a prick in my rectum. Have you ever experienced an anal orgasm? I think a blast in the asshole is about the hottest!"
Laura rained kisses on Georgia's face, lips and hard-tipped breasts. "I want to suck your pussy, too. Do you like lips on your cunt, a hot tongue snaking in your vag? I hope so 'cause I want to tongue your pussy into a come!"
Slowly, Laura bent Georgia over backwards on the carpet that circled the pool. She pushed Georgia's thighs far apart, shoved her feet high into the air. Even before the massive double-dong touched her, Georgia's fanny was bucking up and down, her gash opened and her entry fluttered in sensual anticipation.
Georgia ran a hand down her tummy and used her fingers to press the red inner petals wide. As her groping fingers touched the dong that wagged in the open air, Laura screamed with pleasure. "Things are going pop-pop-pop in my twat. My womb is like a raging furnace."
Georgia lodged the head of the gadget against her vaginal lips, begging for Laura to penetrate her body and sock the artificial cock to her. Georgia arched her back so that her bottom was thrust up into the air and Laura could drive the tool into her cunt at a sharp, downward angle.
Georgia grasped her feet in her hands. "Come on, Laura! Fuck the thing into me!"
Suddenly, Laura screwed the monstrous dong into Georgia's seething snatch. "Big, big, oh, so big!" she whimpered. "That's it! I'm starved for cock and screwing!" Georgia hunched and bucked and fucked her ass upward to match Laura's pounding.
"It's there! All the way! That big fake prick is rammed all the way into my hot cunt!" Georgia howled with carnal delight.
"I have it, too!" Laura gloated. "I have a cunt full of pussy-fucker, too! Now let's fuck and come for hours!"
Andy circled the two groveling women. Their eyes were closed and their mouths were wide open. He placed a hand behind Laura's head and jammed about five inches of his throbbing dick into her throat. Her tongue went to work on the shaft and she began sucking.
She was mumbling something as he fucked her in the mouth, but she never stopped her coital thrusts as she and Georgia fucked and tripped their triggers and fired their guns. Then he unloaded his jizz down Laura's tight gullet.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Lesbian antics of Laura and Georgia had been exciting at the time, but the next day Andy found the memory a little repulsive. He never had been hung up on homosexuality-male or female. Sure he had corn-holed a couple of schoolmates in high school and an assistant coach in college, but each experience had left him a little sick and turned off toward all sex for weeks. Jacking off was a bit different-he could do that when no dames were available or he was too tired or lazy to go hunting for cunt.
He almost wished winter vacation was over-but there was still Georgia's New Year's Eve party, an invitation he had accepted weeks. before. He fretted to do something different, change the routine. And Liz, the only one he wanted to do something with, was treating him coldly.
One thing, though, that he was grateful for was that Mandy and Linda weren't bothering him. They had Hugh, and they had conned timid Shery!
Peters into their lair. He didn't know for certain, but he strongly suspected they were getting their rocks off by watching Hugh screw the wisp of a girl.
"Oh, what the hell!"
At the outskirts of Hilton, Andy slowed the Corvette when he spotted the light-blue Cadillac parked on the shoulder of the highway. The only person he could see was the driver. He got out and shuffled through four inches of new snow.
The light-haired woman jabbed irritatedly at the button to lower the power window. Then she opened the door. "All the power quit," she said.
Andy peered briefly at long, nylon-clad legs. The woman tugged at her dress hem some eight inches above the knee and pulled the folds of her mink coat across her lap. "Damned cars that won't run," she pouted.
"Let me give you a ride into town and you can call someone to tow it in," Andy offered.
"We have a motel about a mile up the road," she said. "That's where I was heading. I've been trying to locate my daughter at Hilton College and was on my way back to the motel."
"I'll give you a lift," Andy said. "Maybe you can call a garage and have your car picked up."
He helped her out of the car and back to the Corvette.
"My husband can take care of those stinking little details," she said, slipping into the bucket seat, unmindful that a lot of thigh was showing.
"My daughter is a member of the drill team. She's just a freshman. I got a little concerned when I got a certain letter from her and no word since."
Andy was conscious of a tensing in his guts. He followed her directions to the motel then parked the car. "Come on in," she said. "Have a drink. My husband can call about our car-if he isn't stoned by now." .
Andy surveyed the luxury motel quarters quickly, his eyes settling on the husky man in his undershirt and slacks sloshing bourbon into a water glass.
"This is my husband, Mark Adams. I am Edith." To her husband she said, "You have to call a garage and have the car picked up and fixed-it just plain quit. Or are you too soused?"
Andy was surprised that there was no rancor in her voice. "I'm Andy Booker," he said, taking the big man's proffered hand.
"Have a drink, Booker. Edith, fix some drinks. No, I'm not stoned yet, but I'm working on it damned seriously. And I think I can complete the job in less than an hour. Where's the damned phone?"
"On the dresser, behind your army of booze bottles," Edith said, tossing her mink aside and striding into the kitchenette for clean glasses and a tray of ice cubes. Mark stepped aside so that she could mix drinks. Then he called a garage to have his car fixed.
"Find a seat," Mark said, grabbing a bottle of bourbon by the neck and stalking to one of the twin beds. He collapsed on it.
Andy settled into an easy chair, his eyes following Edith as she crossed the room and eased herself onto the other bed. "My daughter mentioned you, Professor Booker, in the last letter she wrote. Everything!"
Mentally, Andy cringed and looked away. She has to be Sheryl Peters' mother, he mused. How soon will the violence come? He glanced quickly at Mark Adams who coughed briefly after swigging bourbon from the bottle.
"What?" Adams muttered.
"Never mind, dear," Edith said, parting her legs and giving Andy a long look far up under her dress. "Drink your booze and have a nap." To Andy, she said, "Mark didn't want to come up here, but he didn't want to drive it alone, either."
Andy nodded. "The roads aren't in very good shape."
Adams was mumbling and sipping from the bottle. "How did Sheryl take it?" Edith asked softly.
"What?" Andy h-edged.
"Don't be coy," Edith snapped. "I can see that you have plenty down there. How did she take it?"
He exhaled slowly. "All of it; all the way; every inch."
He watched Edith shuffle excitedly on the bed and he could see her crotch clearly. "Really? Did she bawl? Did your thing hurt her much? Did she fight? Tell me! Do you think yours was the first cock she ever had?"
Andy shook his head, thinking about her words in his mind. "She took it very well-probably her first, though." He was uncomfortable, finding it difficult to tell a mother the details of screwing her daughter.
"I was afraid," Edith said slowly, "that that episode with Mark might have ruined sex for her for life."
Andy nodded. "She told me about it. It had an effect; now, she may go the other direction...."
"You mean-nympho-unable to get enough pecker?"
He was surprised by the dancing lights of anticipation and excitement in her eyes. "I don't know. I have a suspicion she is involved in a little sex ring here at Hilton."
"Gads! Fabulous!" Edith exclaimed. "Did she act like she was going to like sex and cock and fucking when you fucked her?"
Andy gritted his teeth. He shrugged. "She, voluntarily, sucked me off on the way back to the campus," he said bluntly.
"Wowee!" Edith exhaled. "My little girl giving blow jobs!"
The hem of the black knit dress was high on her thighs as she squirmed about on the bed. Her husband mumbled something about what they were talking about and she wheeled on the bed, on her knees, and lifted the bottle to his lips. "Drink up, Mark. That's it, a long drink, and pass out. Go on! Another big swallow."
Andy could see the backs of her thighs in the smoky nylons almost to the crotch. Probably pantyhose, he mused, unable to see any garter belts. He wondered if she wasn't pushing her husband too fast; he had consumed nearly two-thirds of that fifth-and no telling how much he had consumed before Andy had arrived.
"Conked out," Edith breathed, looking back over her shoulder at Andy and grinning. "See something?"
Andy shook his head.
"Did you look?"
Andy nodded.
"Uummmm," Edith purred, turning back to face him. "And you didn't see anything?"
"Lots of leg," Andy replied, sipping the bourbon and water.
"Was my daughter a good piece? A tight pussy and hot?"
Andy nodded. "As I remember, she was all of that."
"And you didn't see anything a moment ago? When I was bottle-feeding my old man?"
He watched her hands go behind her and the bodice of the dress was loosening over her bosom. She stood and shook her body, and her dress slithered to the floor. She didn't bother looking at her husband, just stood there, full breasts heaving, almost overflowing the lacy cups of her black bra.
She tugged the half-slip to her knees, let it slide then stepped out of her clothes. "You've had the daughter; now, how about a piece of the mother's tail?"
Andy pointed at her husband.
"Piss on him! He's passed out!" Edith hissed, rotating her hips, making the muscles in her belly writhe and coil. She removed her bra and arched her back so that her huge breasts pointed upward.
Naked, except for black panties, she swayed toward him and took his glass. "Let's have another drink first. I get a kick out of fucking and being fucked with my old man passed out and snoring on the next bed."
Andy could smell, could almost feel, her sexual heat. She handed him a drink and settled back on the bed, facing him. The tight panties clearly out-lined the long crease of her pursed pussy-lips and he thought that there was a sheen of moisture in the crotch.
"You got a hard-on, Andy Booker?" she teased, lips in a faint pout.
He shook his head. He wasn't fully erect, but there was a lot of hot lead in his pencil. He sipped his drink, then lit a cigarette.
"I'll get you up!" she whispered.
Andy's nuts were swollen and aching and burning. Even his anus was hot. He watched Edith stand and push her panties down with one hand, kick them off. Andy inhaled raggedly, staring at the thick, coarse mat of pubic hair that carpeted most of her belly.
She laughed softly, shook her body, making her breasts bob around. "I'll suck your cock ... if you'll eat my pussy," she taunted.
He shook his head.
"I may suck your cock anyway." She frowned; but her eyes sparkled.
Andy shook his head, guts tense. "With him in here?"
"Why not? He's passed out. And I've been fucked by other men when he wasn't nearly as far gone. Once...." she giggled, " ... by a guy with the three of us in the same bed and he hadn't even been drinking."
She spread her knees apart, leaned back and spread her labia so that he could stare at her passion-gorged cunt. She laughed and dabbed a finger deep into her vagina. Then she gulped her drink, dropped the glass on the floor and crawled across to him. She rested a big, hot tit on his knees and attacked his belt and zipper.
"There's something mighty hot in there," she cooed, her cool fingers snaking through the slot of his shorts and forking his thick meat into the open. "Yes, indeed! I have two mouths for this hunk of sirloin," she purred.
Andy tensed as she lowered her face and the tip of her tongue teased his hot, slick, tender glans. She made him lurch when she suddenly sucked the knob into her mouth and teethed gently back of the thick ridge of the corona.
"Aaaggghhh!" he groaned as she vacuumed hard and deep, her wet mouth sliding down on the thick, pulsating post, taking about four inches of his cock into her throat.
"A yummy, yummy hunk of prick," she moaned. Her tongue lashed and flayed; her lips clung to the fullness of the shaft. "Don't shoot in my mouth," she begged. "I want you to jizz my snatch."
He reached under her and seized her big tits and squeezed. She moaned and mouth-fucked him faster, about six inches of his dick pumping into her frenzied gullet. "Delicious cock!" she murmured, slurping her tongue and lips around the fat head. "I-like-having-my boobies loved like that. Tweak the nipples now and I can have a cum!"
Andy pinched her tit, and her body started rocking.
"Don't jizz in my mouth!" she pleaded, yet her voracious mouth continued riding up and down on his throbbing post. "I wish you had your shoes off so you could fuck your big toe into my twat."
Suddenly, she staggered to the bed. She collapsed onto her back, flung her thighs wide and presented her pussy to him. "Come on, Andy, tear off a piece of my tail. I need your big prick stabbed into my cunt!"
Andy glanced quickly at her snoring husband and strode to the bed. He dropped his pants and shorts, then climbed aboard. Her hands were down there to take command of his prick, guiding it into her slick furrow. Then she positioned it on target. "Okay, stallion, charge!" she panted.
His cock plugged in deep then retreated. The wet heat of her cunt almost scalded his dick; he could even feel the searing passion of her on his aching balls. He plunged in deeper.
"Damn, yes! Go! Fuck your dong in deep. Fuck it to me! Go! Fuck deep and fast!"
Andy began pumping, and she picked up his rhythm, shaking her ass furiously as he slammed his cock into her twat.
"Aaaahhhhh," she sighed with erotic glee as he socked the cock-to her throbbing snatch.
The sound of their fucking seemed to fill the room as his prick burrowed into her cunt.
"Damned good!" she sighed. "Give me four-hundred feet of cock in my cunt, then you can go bang-bang and flood me with jizz!"
Here tits were like big, firm pillows under his chest. She screamed shrilly as the head of his cock grated past her cervix and plundered into her womb. She shuddered violently and her fingernails raked his back raw as she exploded.
Her pussy muscles tightened around his shaft and he didn't think he could plow four-hundred feet of prick into her steaming pussy. "Maybe a hundred and fifty feet," he panted, slamming and banging the prod into her. "I know I can't!" he hissed in her ear. "About a hundred feet!" And he fucked it into her hard; his balls bounced against the upturned cheeks of her ass and began flooding her innards with jizz.
Later, dressed and sipping fresh drinks, Edith asked, "Do you suppose you could help me find Sheryl?"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
There was no answer when Andy called Mandy Richardson's. Georgia McCabe said that she had seen Mandy in the foyer and that Mandy had said there was going to be a party at Laura Stevens'. Andy called Laura's home and she told him that there was a party and that Sheryl Peters was there.
"Found her," Andy told Edith tersely, escorting her to the Corvette. He felt he should warn her about something, but didn't know what.
Laura was wearing a flowing, ankle-length robe when she admitted them and led the way through the house to the large party room that housed the swimming pool.
Mandy and Linda wore bikinis. Sheryl, in blouse and skirt, greeted her mother warmly, yet Andy detected a mood of resentment in the young girl.
Hugh, wearing swim trunks, was behind the bar, mixing drinks. A tall black man, along with half a dozen other people, was there. Andy didn't know any of them.
Andy listened to Edith apologize profusely for intruding, but Laura embraced her, kissed her on the cheek, then kept telling her that she was so glad she had come. Then Edith subsided onto a sofa with Andy and they sipped their drinks.
Not much of a party, Andy frowned. Mandy and Linda were swimming casually. But the others were just sitting around, talking quietly, drinking and listening to music.
Then talk ceased as Mandy and Linda climbed the ladder out of the pool. Linda strolled to Sheryl and she grasped the frail girl's upper arms and urged her to her feet. She wrapped her arms about the smaller girl's shoulders and crushed her wet body against her.
"No!" Sheryl implored, struggling futilely.
Linda's fingers went to work, and Sheryl's blouse billowed open. A moment later, her skirt sagged at the waist. Linda moved back slightly and the skirt skidded slowly to the floor where it lay in rumpled folds.
There was a scattering of applause. Andy sensed Edith tensing beside him, but she relaxed. Linda kissed Sheryl's cheeks, then she bent Sheryl's head back to nuzzle her throat.
And her hands were busy pushing Sheryl's half-slip and panties down, shucking them over the rounded buttocks. The nylon garments were pushed down Sheryl's tapering thighs. Linda used a foot to crush them to the floor. And then her bra hooks were disengaged.
And Sheryl was naked, bare flesh shining in the dim light. Linda stepped away and Sheryl folded an arm across her titties and held a hand across her crotch.
"Please!" Sheryl pleaded. "Professor Booker is here. My mother is here!"
All she was wearing were her shoes. And Mandy crept across the floor on hands and knees and wrenched them from her feet.
There was another ripple of applause. "Love her, baby," the tall Negro encouraged.
Andy watched Mandy caress Sheryl's smooth, pale flesh, dig her fingers into the rounded buttocks, cradle the dainty breasts in her palms, pinch the nipples, stroke the lean flanks, then work a finger into her cunt-lips.
"No, please!" Sheryl whined. But her feet slid apart and Mandy was able to run her finger through the girl's thick pussy lips. Every time her finger touched Sheryl's clitoris, the girl rose up on tiptoe and she rested her hands on Mandy's shoulders to balance herself. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back. Her butt began hunching gently as Mandy found her hole and penetrated her.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee," Sheryl moaned as Mandy began fingerfucking her, pushing her thumb into the slot to tease her little fun button. "Oooohhhh, Mandy!" Sheryl sobbed, body shaking with erotic pleasure. "I want a cock-not your finger!"
Andy glanced at Sheryl's mother. Edith was hunched forward, eyes half-closed, nostrils narrowed, breathing through her mouth as she watched her daughter being violated. "You fuck her, Andy. I want to watch you fuck my daughter."
Andy shook his head, declining.
Sheryl screamed shrilly, raised onto tiptoe again. And Andy knew that Mandy had succeeded in drilling another finger into the girl's tight rectum. She was being fingered in both holes. She clung to Mandy's shoulders, tears on her cheeks, enjoying the crude stabs into her butt hole and pussy.
"Black buck, you wanta fuck her?" Mandy called, continuing to stuff her fingers into Sheryl's helpless body.
"Nah," the Negro chuckled. "I wanna shove my black hose in somebody's mouth and let 'em guzzle my Nigger semen."
Hugh wandered over, handed Andy and Edith fresh drinks and turned to watch. Sheryl's eyes flickered open and she saw Hugh. "I want him. I want his cock in my cunt! Let Hugh fuck me!"
There was applause and Mandy moved away. Sheryl stumbled for a second, then stretched out on the floor.
Mandy's hands parted the thick petals of her pussy, exposing the hungry flutter of her vaginal opening.
Hugh held his cock, jacking off gently until clear syrup coated the glistening head. Then he shuffled into Sheryl's eager saddle. Mandy guided his prick and Hugh speared the girl's pussy, stabbing into her until his balls rattled meatily against her upturned fanny.
"Ooooohhhh!" Sheryl screamed, her body convulsing and shivering with pleasure as he pistoned his prick into her pussy. "Give it to me, Hugh! Screw me deep! Stick your cock all the way through me so I can suck on the head. That's it! Fuck me faster and faster; deeper and deeper. Make my pussy steam and smoke. I love to be fucked!"
Andy could hear the breath whistling softly through Edith's half-parted lips as she watched her daughter get her snatch pumped full of young, hard cock.
Then he noticed the Black approaching from around the pool. He stopped in front of Andy, and Andy noticed that Laura Stevens was standing in front of Edith Adams. And she was naked!
The massive dildo she and Georgia had used was implanted in her twat. One end wobbled around in the air, the size of a bull's prick.
Edith gasped.
Laura and the Negro tugged Edith from her seat onto her hands and knees beside her daughter. Laura circled Edith and rolled her skirt up over her back. She ripped the crotch seam of Edith's panties, leaving her anus and pussy exposed. She knelt behind her, placed a hand on Edith's back and used her other hand to guide the massive tool.
Edith screamed shrilly as Laura shoved the artificial prick about nine inches deep into her snatch. The Negro held Edith in place as Laura gripped Edith's flanks and began pumping the thing into her snatch in long, rapid strokes.
Then the Black shoved his trunks to his knees and rubbed he head of his black prick in Edith's face. "No!" Edith screamed. The sound was turned into a blubbering as the Negro crammed about five inches of his cock down her throat.
"Suck me, babe! Don't bite now. Use your tongue on my cock. That's it. Give me a nice blow job. Suck and tongue and swallow, white split-tail. How you like gettin' your cunt poked from behind and sucking Nigger cock at the same time?"
Andy sat forward. Edith was taking it. She had his balls in her hands and was eating his black sex-meat as if she were famished. And she was taking almost the full ten inches of his massive prick into her mouth. Her eyes rolled with pleasure and she was bucking her ass back to get full penetration in her twat. She was gurgling-and loving his prick.
The Negro let her take a breath. "Fuuuucccck it to me!" she said.
Andy's gaze swept the room. Other couples were heaving and panting and fucking and sucking. Mandy and Linda, both naked, tits molded together, were dancing. They played with the cheeks of each other's asses, fondled hard titties, rubbed crotches together, kissed passionately and sank to the floor not five feet away.
Linda whispered something to Mandy and shuffled toward him. Mandy worked her head under Linda as Linda squatted. In seconds, Andy could hear the soft slurp-slurp as Mandy began eating Linda's pussy. He stiffened for a second as Linda's trembling fingers unzipped his pants and hauled his cock into the open.
She peeled back the foreskin and gobbled his cock into her mouth. She sucked deeply, taking the knob past her tonsils and into her gullet.
Linda hesitated a moment, eyes dancing, tongue curling around the glans. "Like the way I suck your cock, Professor Booker? Oh, Christ, Mandy, stick your tongue in my pussy. I'm about to have a blast. God! Eat me!" And she plunged her face down on Andy's prod, taking all nine inches and draining the cum from him.
Then the Negro was behind Edith. Andy watched him drive his cock into her rectum and she screamed, "Not in the asshole!" But as the last inch of his huge cock vanished into her white butt, she hunched backward. "Ooohhhh, yes! Fuck my butt! That's good, a long, thick, hard cock in my back hole! Fuck it to me, black stud!"
Andy stood up, watching Edith and the Negro roll over, still latched together. She placed her hands just below the Black's knees and began top-riding him, lifting her bottom high, then plunging downward.
"Aaaaahhhheeee!" she screamed.
"Want to leave with me?" Andy asked, zipping up his pants.
"Hell no! I got my ass stuffed full of black cock and I love it. My bowels are in an uproar! I never had anything as good as this Nigger's monstrous cock spearing my rectum. Damn! I'm gonna fuck this thing until my asshole and pussy melt. Yippee! Come on, stud, let's fuck!"
Quietly, Andy let himself out of the house and drove away. The last sound he heard out of Edith was, "Wowee! Go ahead! Piss in my guts!"
At home, Andy was half-sick as he made a sandwich and opened a can of beer. "I don't want another piece of ass or a blow job for at least a week," he said softly, slumping into a chair.
Maybe, he thought, Liz is right. "Maybe I'll follow suit and go, too," he muttered. "I'm so weary," he murmured, finishing the sandwich and the beer. He fell asleep in the chair to dream about Liz Heather.
Andy remained holed up in his apartment for several days, not remembering where Christmas had gone, but it had. And he calculated it was New Year's Eve. A crisp phone call from Georgia confirmed it: "The party will be small. A lot of people canceled out. The orgy starts about seven. Please be prompt, stud."
Andy scowled at the telephone. It would probably be just that, he thought. And, because of that, he almost hoped Liz wouldn't be there. He couldn't quite picture her involved in carnal revelry. Lewd behavior with a lot of people around didn't quite fit the picture that he had of her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"How's your Auld Lang Syne?" Mandy chirped, a hand reaching for his crotch as he entered Georgia's apartment.
"I hope it's full of New Year's fireworks," Linda whooped, bringing him a Tom and Jerry.
Andy turned it down. "I better stick to Scotch and water."
"Got lots of fiery loads in your Roman candle to welcome in the New Year?" Linda winked, returning with his drink.
"He looks like Santa Claus making a late round," Georgia called.
"Can't be Santa Claus," Mandy corrected, a little loaded. "Santa Claus only has popcorn balls."
"Corn!" Linda snorted. "Andy's balls go pop!"
"I just hope he brought his big popgun, loaded and ready," Mandy said, succeeding in feeling his genitals.
Andy glanced about the room. No more than a dozen people were there. "Liz is in the potty-room," Georgia said. Sheryl was already looped, nearly passed out in a chair near the fireplace.
Where were the other men? Even Hugh wasn't around. He saw Liz when she returned to the living room, a steaming mug held in both hands. Her eyes seemed to invite him to watch out for her. He nodded and winked slowly.
The party noise wasn't too loud, but Andy could detect a frenzy in it about eight-thirty that made him nervous and wary.
"I think Sheryl should be our New Year's baby," Georgia announced, swaggering around the room.
"Right on!" Mandy cried. And she and Linda stalked Sheryl who seemed about half-asleep. Her protests were weak and futile as she was stripped naked. "Hush," Mandy told Sheryl, "the New Year's baby always brings in the year naked."
As they lifted Sheryl to her feet, Georgia approached. "Flop her out here in the middle of the floor," she said, brandishing the huge dildo Andy had seen her use on herself the day he arrived. Mandy and Linda stretched Sheryl's feet far apart so that her cunt was blatantly exposed.
Georgia parted Sheryl's cunt and corkscrewed the massive artificial prick all the way into the girl's vagina. "Because it's going to be a good fuckin' year, our New Year's baby should come in with a prick already buried in her cunt."
Linda sank beside the writhing Sheryl, then straddled her, her fanny on Sheryl's heaving bosom. "And she should have a quickie orgasm before twelve," Linda chirped. Georgia and Mandy spread Sheryl's feet far apart. Andy could see the muscles tensing in the inner planes of the girl's silky thighs.
Sheryl's vulva was stretched into a grotesque O by the massive cock imbedded in her vagina. Linda used her thumb and forefinger to part the upper part of her cunt and massaged the dainty clit to rigidity.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" Sheryl whimpered. "Please don't!"
Linda seized the handle of the dildo and began knifing it in and out of the squirming girl's pussy. Sheryl's butt bounced up and down on the floor as the thing was fucked into her.
"Give her long, fast strokes," Mandy panted. "Fuck it to her!"
Not until she had climaxed four or five times did they leave her alone, her body shuddering in the center of the room. Sheryl continued to moan. Her feet were raised into the air and her hands found the stump of the tool and she kept it buried in her twat.
Andy closed his eyes, but he could not shut out the vision of the animal scene that he had just witnessed. Sheryl's heels were flailing the air, her ass was bouncing almost obscenely.
Several minutes later, he opened his eyes and stared down at the still-writhing Sheryl, at her closed eyes, at her heaving breasts and at her oozing cunt.
He glanced about until he found Liz. Her face was white and her eyes were frightened. There was a wild, greedy shine in Georgia's, Mandy's and Linda's eyes as they stared at the girl in the tormented throes of climax.
He almost doubted his own ears as Sheryl whimpered, "More. Some more. Please? I have to have more fucking in my pussy!"
Andy tensed as he watched Georgia and Mandy and Linda exchange secretive, smug glances. There was a mutual secret between them that he didn't know about. And he couldn't hear their whispered, animated conversation. Briefly, their eyes darted to him, then away.
Mandy slipped away and searched inside her large handbag. Andy was distracted as Liz picked up her mug and strolled in a weaving course toward the kitchen. When he looked back, Sheryl was on her feet, the dildo still w-edged in her twat. Her eyes were half-closed as she approached him, bent forward to kiss him lightly. Then she snuggled into his lap, her hot breasts against his face. "Will you fuck me, Professor Booker?"
Her arms encircled his neck as he reached to push her away. But his arms were seized from behind and bent down over the back of the couch-He twisted his head around and saw Mandy behind him. Linda was on his other side. It was clear to him that Sheryl was not a party to what was happening, she merely wanted his attention. But she was smothering her nude body against him, her arms choking him.
Andy tried to wrench his arms free as he felt soft rope loops ensnaring and tightening about his wrists. He winced. The rope bit into his skin and struggling only increased the sharp pain in his arms and shoulders.
"Mandy has taken to carrying her man-equalizing rope," Linda purred, a smirk on her lips. "And, see? You're no big, brawny hero, are you? You're just human; a stud for us to use!"
Andy glanced up as Liz reentered the room.
"What's going on?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
Mandy tugged on the ropes. "We're going to rape him-like we did Hugh. Wanta sample his twang, Miss Heather?"
Andy watched Liz frown, then seem to recoil. "Who is going-to rape him?"
"Anyone who wants his prod poked in their pussy," Linda yelped with flee.
Andy's eyes begged for Liz to help him as she approached and stood in front of him, staring down at him. He couldn't find any sympathy in her vacant glance.
He felt the ropes relax slightly, and Mandy commanded, "Stand up, you big-cocked stud."
"When the New Year is rung in, cunthound," Linda howled, "your clacker will be banging one of our bells." She pulled Sheryl away from Andy's lap and she landed in a naked, lewd heap on the floor.
Andy was aware of Mandy circling the sofa. He tried to jerk away, but she yanked hard on one of the ropes and swung him off balance, sending him crashing to the floor, onto one shoulder, stunning him.
As he struggled, trying to get to his feet, he was flopped onto his back. Mandy's knees drove the wind out of him. He fought for air as he was skidded about on the floor.
"Tie his hands up to the legs of the couch," Mandy hissed. Andy opened his eyes and saw Georgia's face close to his. She was helping to restrain him. After his arms were tied, they stepped back.
"Who wants to strip him?" Mandy cried triumphantly.
"I think this is exciting," Georgia babbled.
"This isn't at all necessary," Andy stormed, twisting from side to side as Mandy loosened his belt. She grasped the cuffs of his trousers and tugged them off his feet.
She stood gloating over him. With a flick of her hand, she unsnapped the waistband of his shorts and his cock was exposed. "Hugh was so much fun, we decided to rape you," Mandy chortled. Mandy stalked about the room. "Everybody who wants to use the profs prick, get ready." And she began to undress. Andy watched Mandy slap Liz on the bottom. "You?"
Liz hesitated, then backed away. Andy could hear a scurrying as several people left hurriedly.
"Liz!" Andy snapped sharply, trying to interrupt the expression of bafflement on her face and prompt her to help him. He glanced to his left and saw Sheryl, arms draped around her updrawn knees, the fake prick still stuck in her cunt. Her eyes held a blank expression.
They are going to rape me, he thought, anger sobering him. He closed his eyes, but Mandy slapped him sharply and he stared silently at the three naked women. As Mandy removed his shorts, Linda bent over him, breasts bobbing, to pull his polo shirt up to his armpits. Linda's hands massaged his chest and she forced her tittie back and forth across his face. She tried to shove a nipple into his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and turned his face aside.
Linda's hands were on his taut belly and he couldn't see who was securing his ankles with more rope.
Andy flinched as cool fingers fondled his limp cock. A hand gripped his meat firmly, then slid down to jostle his big, hairy balls.
Damn, he cursed. These damned women know how to use their hands on a man's privates. But there was a twitching being provoked in his testes and prick. Linda's fingers felt tantalizing on his limber cock. And she was beginning to bring him out.
He jumped as Linda's warm, wet mouth found one of his nipples and she sucked and nibbled. She was peeling the skin up and down on his cock, and Andy knew it was beginning to starch up. He shook his head. She'll make me hard, he thought. Why fight it? A tongue traced a trail of fire down over his belly and teeth pulled at the coarse hair that surrounded his genitals. Flames were being kindled and fanned to life; there was a burning searing in his aching loins.
"No," he muttered in protest, physically straining to keep his cock from getting hard.
"Wanta fuck him, Miss Heather?" Mandy demanded.
He closed his eyes as Linda straddled him. He opened them briefly, smelling her and feeling her heat. Her shins were pressed against his ears and she lowered herself until her sex-slicked vulva was glued to his face. She was trying to make him eat her pussy, and he was tempted to bite her. Her hands were full of his balls and her mouth was full of his aching, throbbing cock.
Andy wanted to cry out to Liz to help him-but she must be too drunk or too stunned, he fretted. Then another pair of hands joined Linda's and Andy took a big slurp of moist pussy as he tried to cry out when a finger was jabbed into his rectum.
Then he had relief; Linda's snatch moved away from his face. He looked up and saw Liz kneeling beside him. He was startled as she kissed him gently, almost sweetly and drew away.
"If you aren't going to fuck him, Miss Heather, don't mess with him in that syrupy, romantic way!" Mandy yelled.
"Why don't you let him up?" Liz said anxiously.
"Screw you!" Mandy screeched and her hand lashed out, striking Liz' face. Liz stumbled, falling on her back.
"Come on, Miss McCabe! I have an idea for Miss Heather!"
Andy could hear clothes tearing and Liz was grunting. He could see Georgia's big ass as she and Mandy tore Liz' clothes off.
Linda's mouth, fucking up and down on his prick, was almost more than he could bear. She seemed to be giggling as she socked inch after inch of his cock into her throat, sucking until his prick began to hurt.
He watched Mandy scurry from view, almost ludicrous-looking in her nudity. Then she was back with a long piece of rope.
Liz had rolled onto her stomach and was trying to stand up. Mandy used the doubled rope to whip against her upturned bottom and Liz flattened out on her tummy.
Mandy looped the rope around Liz' ankles and drew it tight. She grasped the free end of the rope and dragged Liz across the floor. She paused a moment and peered questioningly at Georgia, then she tossed the rope up across the chandelier. She pulled it tight. "Lift her up," she told Georgia.
Georgia, with Liz' head between her feet, grasped her around the waist and lifted her feet into the air.
Chortling, they strung her up until her head was just inches above the floor. Mandy secured the loose end to the leg of a heavy piece of furniture. And she and Georgia stepped back to survey Liz' naked body swinging back and forth. Her magnificent breasts sagged around her chin.
Then Mandy strutted over to Andy and Linda. "Hey, don't suck the jizz out of him, Linda. You have him nice and hard, now let me fuck it out of him with my cunt."
Linda withdrew, seemingly reluctant to let the morsel of meat be taken from her hungry mouth.
Andy watched, eyes wide, as Mandy squatted over him. "Hope you can last a long time, stud. My pussy is on fire and I need a long fuck to put it out.
She used both hands to hold his prick upright. He winced as her red, wet gash swabbed the head of his prick. "Ready, Andy? Here comes my cookie crumbier all at once!"
Her ass swooped downward, taking all nine inches of his throbbing dick at once. Her liquid fire felt unbelievable and Andy almost shot his wad into her during her second downward thrust.
"Whoopee!" Mandy howled. "His cock is even bigger than the first time I had it socked in my slot!"
She was about to get his load, the way she was sliding her hot, greased snatch up and down on his cannon barrel.
Andy frowned, trying to hold back his flood of semen. She threatened to consume his cock as she rotated her ass, rubbing her groin against his. "Let's fuck!" she shrieked.
Mandy was top-riding, bouncing as if she were on a bucking bronco. Her big breasts were flopping before his eyes and her ass was flogging his rod.
He groaned uncontrollably as she drove the head of his cock against the deepest recess of her twat. And she began squealing and screaming. "I'm coming! Wowee! His big cock really hits the bottom of my snatch. Whoopee! Whata fuckin' stud!"
The gyrations of her body became more frenzied as she careened from one orgasm into another. And their sex fluids were drenching his aching balls. His prick felt as if it were swollen to twice its normal length and girth.
Then she got his load. He exploded in her and she slammed down hard on his bone. And her pussy sucked and drained all of his jizz into her snatch.
Panting, Mandy asked, "Anybody else?"
Weakly, Andy rasied his head and looked about. Linda and Georgia were getting dressed. Mandy shrugged and began putting on her clothes. "He won't be any good for a couple of hours, Mandy; after the way you fucked the sap out of him. Let's come back later, okay?"
Andy's balls and cock seemed to be on fire. His loins and rectum burned. He looked at Liz. She seemed so pathetically small, dangling upside-down from the chandelier. Her face was a deep red, her expression was no longer bewildered.
"Andy?" she said plaintively. "Are you okay?"
He shook his head wearily. "What a bunch of mad, insane dames," he muttered, knowing, as he strained, that he could not untie himself.
Then he was amazed by Liz' action. She jackknifed her body until she could grasp the rope beyond her feet. He held his breath, not believing she had such strength. She grasped the chandelier with one hand, managed to work some slack into the rope.
Slowly, she was able to loosen the noose around her ankles. Then she had one foot free. The other came out easily. Liz grasped the chandelier with both hands, then dropped lithely to the floor.
Forgetting her nakedness, Liz hurried to untie Andy's hands and feet. He lurched into a chair. Liz stood before him, her breasts heaving. "Okay?"
He nodded. "Give us a fast drink, then toss me my pants."
She squatted beside him as they sipped straight Scotch. Andy dropped his glass on the floor and stuffed his feet into his shorts and pants. "They may be back," Andy said-and wished he had used a softer tone of voice when Liz looked at the tatters of her clothes in her hands.
"To my place," he said, leading the way out of Georgia's apartment and into the elevator.
Inside his room, he tripped the burglar lock and threw the bolt into place. "They'll know where we are," he said, turning to face her. He grinned as she used her hands to cover part of her nudity. "But they can't get at us. Tomorrow, maybe their sanity will return."
Without comment, he stripped off his clothes. "Pour us some Scotch and water," he said. "Get some ice from the kitchen." He heard her run to the kitchen.
"What the hell!" he jumped two feet as she stealthily touched his balls with a frosty glass.
She giggled and stepped back. "That thing has been in a red-hot place. I thought something cool against it would feel heavenly."
He feigned a frown. "You're probably right, but use an ice bag-or we'll take a cold shower together. Your ass looks as if you had been branded with a running iron in the hands of a drunken cowboy."
She twisted around, trying to see the cheeks of her butt. "Probably a rope burn when Mandy slashed me." Liz shrugged. "Doesn't hurt."
Andy winked at her, curling an arm around her shoulders. "Was that fun dangling upside-down?"
She pressed her nakedness against his. "I'll say one thing, though, watching a couple fuck in a position like that."
Her hand was deliciously cool on his sore cock, but she was gentle as she caressed his shriveled balls. She glanced across the room. "It's midnight," she murmured. "Get ready to kiss me. It'll be a new year any moment now."
Andy hugged her tight, causing her to spill her Scotch. "Uuuuuummmm," she hummed, opening her mouth to accommodate his teasing tongue.
"Hey," she said, laughing and gently squeezing his prick, "I guess we'll have to welcome the new year without any bells ringing-your clacker looks too sore."
