The initiation at Sigma Epsilon Xi house ended shortly after one in the morning, Sally Ann's virginity ended shortly before 10:30 p.m.
Sally Ann Whittaker was just shy of her 18th birthday when pledged to Richardson University's most select sorority. She waited patiently for the time of her initiation ... about five weeks. She had waited patiently for the end of her virginity ... about five years.
Sally Ann grew up on her uncle and aunt's farm at Graig Falls, Minnesota. Her parents had been killed when the girl was six years of age and a brother, Bruce, was nearly ten.
The dead mother's sister, Mrs. Richard Taylor, took the children home with her after the double funeral. She thought it might be temporary but it lasted eight years, until the military draft took Bruce, nearly twelve years until Sally Ann won a scholarship to Richardson.
When Sally Ann packed her only suitcase the night before her departure from the Taylor farm, she had a deep feeling inside that whispered, "Maybe now I can live."
Sally Ann was grateful for what her aunt had done but she was glad to leave. Uncle Dick Taylor had been a tyrant. He had never allowed her to date, stay out past 8 p.m., or do most of the things her friends did. Sally Ann really didn't know if she would have given up her virginity to the first boy who tried. She at least wanted the opportunity to say yes or no.
As Sally Ann's bus rolled on to Minneapolis, where she had to transfer to a train, the young girl's thoughts were full of excitement and anticipation. Now she could make her own decisions.
In the 14 hours of travel to the 120-year-old university, Sally Ann grew up much more than most people do in 14 hours.
Sophomore coeds were assigned to all freshman girls and upon arrival Sally Ann was met by Nancy Bellows, an 18-year-old from Kansas City.
"The women's dean told me to bunk you in with me for at least two weeks," said Nancy. "Then each of us can go where we please. When I was a frosh, I was assigned to some female lecher and she just couldn't be kept in the sorority house. I think she came to Richardson to major in sex. At the rate she's going she soon ought to earn a doctorate in sexology. She opens her legs for any guy, no matter who. Part of the scholarship deal here is that you have to help freshman as soon as you become a soph, but not that gal. Right after class she'd hightail it for the closet, change and take off.
"Once I asked her when she studied. Know what she said? T do it between screws!' Doesn't that beat all? I like boys, but there is a limit."
Sally Ann became excited hearing about the sexual life of other girls. Would she be like Nancy and just "like" boys or like Nancy's former roommate and really make use of her body?
It was a puzzling question but an exciting one.
Sally Ann did not have to think very long, as Nancy began to explain the sorority-fraternity system at Richardson.
"We have a great deal of freedom, especially after our big protest last year. It used to be that we could not visit frat houses after 9 p.m.. Now, there's no limit. We're expected to act responsible, whatever that means. Last week a bunch of us gals were over at Omega Tau and we played records until almost one in the morning ... that's all, we played records. I'm not exactly a prude but the time of the day doesn't mean anything to me."
It didn't matter to Sally Ann either. Day or night, April or November, Tuesday or Saturday ... she was so hungry for male companionship. "Please tell me more about fraternities here."
"There are four of them and three for the gals and we mix a lot. Almost all the houses have at least one dance a week. Some of the groups are kind of stuffy but there are a few that are real great."
"Do you belong to any?"
"Oh, yes ... Sigma Epsilon Xi. How do you like those initials? Aren't they a scream?"
In a matter of weeks, Nancy was able to pledge Sally Ann to SEX, as it was unofficially called, and her initiation was scheduled. Six other girls would be installed at the same time.
SEX had an excellent arrangement with Omega Tau, a fraternity generally considered to be stocked with the best in university manhood. The arrangement: mutual "exchange" of members.
Sally Ann arrived early for her initiation ritual. She looked very feminine in a pink organdy gown and, beneath, wore her flimsiest wear. Sally Ann was certain that this was to be a "special" night and she wanted her initiation to go off without the slightest hitch.
Nancy met her in an outer room and said she could not enter the main room until a signal was given. "When you are told to enter, remember there will be no lights in there. You're going to be touched a bit here and there, but nothing will happen you won't like, I promise you."
Sally Ann had no fear of not liking what might happen. She would not have minded being raped tonight. In fact, she was almost wishing she would be.
The signal came and Sigma Epsilon Xi's latest initiate entered the blackened room.
With hardly a moment of trepidation, Sally Ann moved into the darkness. The door was closed and she stood still. Gentle hands guided her farther into the room and, as she walked, other fingers touched her body. At first, there were brief strokes on her arms but when some were made on her legs, Sally Ann quivered with pure delight. "I don't care if there are all girls here, I like this touching," she told herself.
Then the first touch was made on her breasts and Sally Ann was captivated. They had never been touched before.
"Could a girl's fingers have done that to me ... it felt so good," Sally Ann thought to herself. "I hope they touch me in other places."
The gentle fondling of her body continued as she was guided to a chair. She sat down and there was no more touching. The main door was opened and another girl was brought in. The lights from the next room briefly silhouetted some of those in the main room and Sally Ann thought she saw someone standing nearby.
It was a man!
Sally Ann was certain it was no girl-"or else she's wearing slacks." Since it was a formal affair she was certain it had been a man.
This was exciting! "Nancy didn't give me the slightest hint ... or did she? She did say I would like being touched. I wonder if she guessed I'm virgin? Is that what 'nothing will happen' meant?"
One after another the initiates entered the darkened room and were touched as they got closer to where Sally Ann waited. When all were seated, a candle was lit. All-that could be seen was a tall girl standing on a small table and she began a strange incantation.
"Sigma," she said loudly and those in the room responded in unison "S!"
"Epsilon!" was exclaimed next and the group came back with "E!"
Sally Ann knew what was to be said next and almost said "XI!" as the speaker called out the obvious next word. This time when the membership came back with a sharp, "X!" Sally Ann said it along with the others.
"Sigma Epsilon Xi!" was next and the response was a very loud, "Sex!" Sally Ann joined in the chorus and if she had not been so busy thinking of her own passion she would have noticed that almost all the initiates joined in. Very few newcomers failed to guess the initiation ritual once it had started.
The speaker repeated the ritual and this time Sally Ann noticed that several people were changing seats. Someone ushered away the girl next to her and in her place someone new sat down. Sally Ann thought she saw the same figure she had seen earlier. It certainly was not a girl in slacks, she thought. It wasn't long before one of the newest members of Sigma Epsilon Xi knew that it really was a man seated alongside.
The Greek alphabet ritual was repeated several times and each time it became louder and more intense. Sally Ann, like the others, was being worked up and during one of the loudest sex cries from the membership, a hand came to her lap.
Sally Ann was not surprised. She had expected it.
It was the hand of the young man seated alongside and he gently fondled her thighs and moved up along her waist. The sensation was so pleasing that she sat quietly and enjoyed every moment. Her thin dress offered little resistance to his caressing fingers and Sally Ann's body trembled at each movement.
She was glad the material was thin but she wasn't happy that she had worn a floor-length maxi-gown. His fingers were so welcome, so wonderful, that she would have gladly allowed them under her dress, but it was just too difficult.
She rested her head on his shoulders. His hands became more active and began rubbing between her legs. Her passion became more and more intense and Sally Ann knew she was on the way to a complete sex play ... something she had dreamed of for several years. Fingers massaged at her cunt hair and Sally Ann began to kiss the man's ear. She parted her legs to allow him freer access to her body and her excitement was rapidly growing.
The kisses on his ear and neck were not sufficient and she moved to his face and kissed him upon the mouth with all the power within her. It must have been two full minutes before their lips parted and, when they did, the man uttered a delighted sigh. Recapturing his breath, he whispered to Sally Ann that her kiss was tremendous. "With a kiss like that you must really give a guy the works down below ... do you?"
"Just give me the opportunity and you'll find out," she whispered.
With that, the man stood up, taking Sally Ann with him. "Just hold my hand and follow me. Walk slowly. I don't want you to fall."
Inch by inch they followed an indirect path across the room. Sally Ann thought it strange the two had to move so oddly but she soon realized why. A destination was reached and he lowered them to something on the floor.
Sally Ann thought it quite soft and quickly stretched out. The room was still dark, there were bits of conversation from various points, but it all was beginning to make sense. "This is a sleeping bag and there must be others on the floor. That's why we had to walk so oddly," she told herself.
It wasn't trickery, it was fun. And she began to kiss her man with even more passion than before. After what seemed a very long time the man broke from her embrace and pleaded for some air. "Baby, baby, I said you can really kiss, and you sure can ... but a guy's got to breathe." With that he began to kiss her ear and talk to her. "All I know is your name is Sally Ann. Mine's Burke, but everybody calls me Bud. You like your handle?"
"My friends call me Sandy." Sally Ann came up with the name on the spur of the moment. She didn't know why except "when a guy is making love to you, who wants a long name like Sally Ann?"
"Okay, Sandy, welcome to SEX and all I can say is this place needs someone that can kiss like you do. Sure is good to know some strong new blood is being added. And, if you kiss like that ... I wonder how you handle the rest of your sex department."
Sally Ann thought that since a new name was just born ... why not a new person? "Bud, what happened to your question about whether I really give a guy the works down below. Aren't you going to try and find out?"
Bud didn't have to be asked. He already had his hand near Sandy's ankle so he could reach under her maxi-gown. Sandy soon felt his soft fingers creeping up her calf and then to her thighs. She had thought it was great through her gown but now his fingers were on her bare body and their insistent touch thrilled her immensely.
A garter belt was attached to her stockings and while he stroked the excited skin he skillfully unsnapped four snaps. Sandy thought he handled it expertly. It didn't matter that he had probably gained such experience with other girls. "He's mine now, that's what counts."
With the snaps undone he rolled her stockings down to her knees and fondled her thighs in earnest. Nothing covered her legs now and the two of them enjoyed the moment fully. Sandy had never known there were nerves along her thighs that tingled each time they were touched. Expertly as he caressed her, he deliberately kept away from her cunt. He knew a girl's passion rose slowly and more beautifully when handled carefully, step by step.
Sandy guessed that and could hardly wait for his fingers to reach the heavy crop of hair she had waiting for Bud. Under the garter belt she wore the sheerest bikini panties she could find and she knew they could be removed with ease. When Sandy bought the panties, she hoped the first time they were removed from her body it would be by a man ... any man.
Both were now wishing Sandy was wearing some other type of clothes ... or none at all. "Gosh, Sandy I would love to touch your breasts and kiss their very softness, but this dress, it's a monster."
"Oh, don't worry, Bud, those fingers on my thighs are doing pretty well there. I'll tell you what, you do a real good job and we'll go off somewhere for another one ... and I won't wear as much. I won't wear anything.
The thought stirred Bud and his hand moved further up her soft lovely thighs. The instant he touched her cunt hair thrilled Sandy so much she felt a strong bolt of something strike deep within her. She wasn't sure what it was but she liked it. Maybe it was a nerve, maybe a muscle. Whatever it was did not matter but she knew it took a man to bring it on. "There's going to have to be lots of men," she thought.
Bud discovered the sheer bikini under her garter belt and was feeling cunt hair through the material. Sandy started to squirm and her cunt gyrated so much Bud thought she might rub herself into coming at the rate she was going.
Sandy was riding high and she loved it. She knew her virginity would soon be blasted out of existence and she did not care. She knew she was wearing a fancy gown and it didn't matter one bit.
Bud's fingers had slid under the panties and were fondling at Sandy's clitoris. The little projection of sensitive meat was becoming hotter, wetter, and larger under his expert touch. Sandy continually delivered drops of fluid as her body reacted to its first fondling by a man.
Everything about her was beginning to float as if weightless in space. The possibility of a bloodied gown was quickly forgotten. The thought there could be pain in her first fuck was overlooked. The concern as to whether Bud was good looking or not disappeared. All that mattered to a sex-starved Sandy was to have Bud send his hot cock into her ... and quickly.
As Bud fondled her cunt with one hand he used the other to slip out of his clothes. If Sandy could have seen the massive erection that awaited her virgin cunt, she would have screamed in utter delight. It was hard, erect and soaked in the clear fluid Bud always oozed in considerable amounts before fucking.
Bud had most of Sandy's gown around her waist and his constant massage of her cunt produced enough fluid to cover entirely the hair between her legs. The thin bikini offered no resistance to his caressing hand and Bud knew he wouldn't even have to bother to remove it. His hardened cock would simply push it aside upon entering.
Sandy turned on her side toward Bud, believing he would fuck her from that angle but instead he began to fondle her ass. The new sensation excited her all the more and as his fingers played with the soft cheeks he slowly pushed her towards him. Bud was also on his side and his cock pointed directly at her waiting cunt.
As he brought her closer, the first touch of his wet cock on her body brought out a loud sigh from Sandy. "At last, at last! Oh, Bud, please stop teasing ... shove it into me! Please, please...! Oh, fuck me, please." It was a word Sandy had never used, but this was the time for its use, she felt.
Closer and closer Bud pushed her. As her cunt came nearer to him, his wet cock easily slid between her legs. As its huge head passed by her clitoris and cunt lips, Sandy's eyes widened and she finally felt the fullness that would soon be within her.
"Oh, all that's for me ... how delicious ... how wonderful! Slide it back and forth. Ooh, how nice! Everything is just throbbing down there and it's got ten so wet, you would think we both came already."
Sandy was too embarrassed to admit she was still virgin at nearly 18 and tried to forget it. "He is bound to find out ... what can I do, what can I do?"
In desperation, Sandy told him her period was still on and that there would probably be some blood. "But don't worry about it, I've fucked before during my period, and it didn't mean a thing ... just a stain or two." Sandy was satisfied with her pretense and thought the feeling of a good fuck would probably drown any pain. "If it hurts, I won't let on."
Pleased with her fiction, Sandy pushed her body up to his and their stomachs touched. His entire cock was between her legs and the head projected out behind her ass. So close was she to her first lover she wrapped her arms tightly around him. His head was nestled in her shoulder and he began to suckle on her ear. It was delightful to Sandy and she pretended her ear was part of her cunt. His suckling mouth excited her and she kept telling herself that he was trying to drink her sexual fluid.
The pretense excited her even more and she knew she could wait no longer. Opening her legs, she moved her body until the cock began to slip into her. Bud was surprised by her action and decided to let her go ahead. Sandy's pace was hot. She moved her upper leg in such a way that the cock easily started to slide. For years she had been dreaming of a man breaking through her cherry wall and now that the magical moment was at hand, she was doing it. His hard-on was about an inch or two inside when she felt the first tearing of flesh. At the first sign of pain she quickly thrust her entire body at him and the cock sank to its fullest depth. Whatever pain there was ended as rapidly as it had started and Sandy soon forgot it. She was sure Bud never knew she was virgin and now she wanted to concentrate on fucking.
Her hands reached out for his ass and she pulled his body into her. Bud's hands were fingering her back, hoping to get near her breasts-but the formal gown defeated that idea.
Unable to suck on a full breast, he continued to work on her ear as his cock slid in and out. His hot cream soothed the torn flesh so well that Sandy couldn't bear to have him to stop even for the briefest instant.
"If you don't let me slow down a bit I'm going to shoot. Are you ready for the fuck, are you really?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Dear Bud, start pumping away ... pump, pump, pump ... Oh, my darling! That's so good, so real good ... Fill me with all your hot love, fill me, fill me!"
Bud couldn't hold it back now if he wanted to. His ass started that crazy shake as always before his juice shot, his arms held her more tightly, and if Sandy could see his eyes roll, she would know his entire being was about to join in with his fucking action. The hard-on became even more immense within her as the cock started to throb. It shook violently as the first ejaculated cream hit the inner cunt walls. The thick white, sperm merged with the oozing from deep within her and the mutual orgasm was of tremendous quantity and quality.
Thrust after thrust filled her until there was hardly any room left. Sandy was in a cloud with her first fuck and she didn't care about anything else. Their mixed fluids began to trickle down her ass crease and collect in a small pool beneath her. As Sandy floated back to reality she became conscious of the liquid under her ass and it excited her. "It's the product of our love and I want to enjoy feeling it."
Bud's huge orgasm had a tremendous effect on him and he rolled off to one side almost asleep. His spent cock had shrunk to less than two inches in length and the thought of an immediate repeat was furthest from his mind. But not Sandy-she wanted another six inches of hot meat inside, pumping away with all that delicious hot cream. Her mind was still hot. With her ass rolling in the pool of cream she wanted only one thing ... another fuck and soon.
Awakening Bud, she pretended it was several hours later and "couldn't he fuck again?" It seemed to him only ten minutes later, which it actually was, and Bud didn't really feel like doing it again. But he hadn't reckoned on the new Sally Ann. Now, as Sandy, she was a hot hungry dish that couldn't get enough.
"You said you wanted some hot breasts for our second fuck and that's just what you're going to get."
With that Sandy pulled the cumbersome maxi-gown over her head, followed with a slip, then reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. Bud loved doing that but he was so groggy from his ten-minute nap that he couldn't quite come to. When Sandy had her bra off she removed her garter belt and what was left of her bikini panties. It had been torn to shreds during their hot fucking session and Sandy thought there was no sense having it in the way the second time.
Now she was bare-ass naked and loving it.
Bud was on his back and Sandy placed a knee on each side of his body. Her cunt was still dribbling droplets of mixed fluids and a few fell on his small cock. She reached for it and rubbed its head on her wet lips. It began to stir at the touch of her cunt and it grew but only slightly. There was enough light in the room now to see that the cock would have a hard time penetrating her again but Sandy was determined to drain him of another load ... and he would not be able to stop her.
When it was about half hard-on size, Sandy thought she could at least shove it into her cunt, "then maybe that will really get it up." Straddling his body she lowered herself onto him directing his cock up into her cunt. She came down on him easily and she knew his cock was a long way from reaching the back of the cunt wall. She wanted him to get back there as that's where she enjoyed his shot pulsations so much. Pumping him with the up and down motion of her body did little to increase his sexual appetite and he remained flat on his back with a if-she-wants-it-she's-going-to-get-it-attitude.
Sandy wanted it and she was going to get it.
Pounding on her man's body with heavy thrusts did more to mark her ass than increase his cock size. At each bounce her buttocks hit her heels and she was sure that two black and blue marks would probably be the result. Possibly, the only result.
It was almost torture to Bud to have his cock pounded on but apparently not a drop could be gotten. Sandy wanted to work them both into another mutual orgasm, so she bounced as if on a wild horse. Her own flow was near but she longed for the man to take over. This one couldn't.
As she struggled to work him up she became more and more determined to allow only those who could meet a high standard the opportunity to fuck her. "There's going to be other guys, lots of 'em ... and they're not going to fall down on the job like this guy. A guy is going to have to shoot more than one load to satisfy me. C'mon Bud, where are you?"
Bud could tell what was on Sandy's mind but he just didn't have it ... he just didn't have it. Should he tell her he had screwed a gal three times only the night before? "No, she wouldn't believe it. I didn't sleep any two hours, I bet it wasn't even thirty minutes. Cripes, this cunt must have had some parade of guys fill her. I gave her a damn good screw, so she couldn't be looking for a make-up for the first shot. She's just looking for another fuck, and I need a little rest, dammit!"
Both knew his cock was not going to increase in size and Bud finally admitted it to Sandy. "But I'll come again ... if you jerk me." Sandy wasn't sure what he meant by that but she figured on continuing the pounding until something happened ... preferably to both of them. But by now she was ready to settle for just her own shot.
In a few minutes she began to enjoy the self-controlled screw. She knew she was in charge so she decided to make the best of it. "I'll fuck you Bud, I'll fuck you," she kept crying as her beautiful body pounced harder and harder. A little light came across the room as someone briefly opened the door. The light landed directly on Sandy's breasts and Bud suddenly saw them for the first time.
"Man, they are the greatest, the absolute greatest." When she wore her gown Bud thought it was dress padding that formed two perfectly round and heaven-created breasts. "But it wasn't the dress, it wasn't the dress!" The sight of the gorgeous shapes brought him to a sitting position in no time and while Sandy continued to fuck him, he reached out for her breasts.
At the first touch Sandy felt a droplet shoot out of her cunt. It was that good. By now she was sure Bud could not have possibly known she was virgin ... so why admit this was the first time a man touched her breasts?
He not only touched, he kissed. He not only kissed, he sucked.
As he began to draw a token drop of milk from her breasts, his cock started to grow. It went from an obscure nothing to as massive a hard-on as they had enjoyed in their first session.
"Well, that's more like it! How did you manage that, Bud?"
"A drop from your breasts got into my body and that's all I needed. You just keep pounding on that rock and you can drink all you want out of me."
The news excited Sandy to another sexual frenzy and she pounded as if her very life depended on it. His cock easily struck the back of her cunt at each stroke and although it hurt slightly, it felt much too good to stop.
"I'm getting it Bud, it's mine ... it's coming closer and closer ... please, how's yours? We must do it together ... We must!" Bud pulled his face from a breast and nodded that he too was close and he would suck heavily on a breast to fortify himself.
Sandy continued the action for another moment, when she suddenly shrieked that her insides were about to pour out. "Oh, gad! It ... it ... oh, everything's happening ... I think I'll faint ... My breast, my breast ... You're taking everything ... oh, suck, suck....'"
Bud was just about at the same stage. Sandy's jerking on his cock had brought him almost to flowing but he pulled his face from her lovely breasts, took a deep breath of air, and returned to suckling. Now he attacked ravenously. He sucked so hard it was almost painful to Sandy but she was flying too high to care.
With both of them as high as possible, Sandy felt the beautiful squirt of warm fluid gush from deep within her cunt. She sank down on Bud's swollen shaft and stayed down. She didn't want to do anything but experience the flow inside. Fortunately, Bud was just at the point of shooting when Sandy stopped pounding on him. It was good to have it stop and his cock just oozed away a second flow.
It didn't shoot out like the first time, but gently flowed. Instead of a half dozen powerful spurts, each causing intense pleasure, there was a steady stream that lightly poured from his body into hers. All the while he sucked on a breast and the two collapsed happily in each other's arms. Bud hadn't fucked in a sitting position in a long time and he made a mental note to be sure and repeat it ... especially when there were breasts like these.
This time they really slept for two hours and, when they awoke, the room was aglow with candlelight and there were four other couples in deep embrace on other sleeping bags. No others were present.
Sandy finally came to her senses and awakened Bud.
"Hey, do you know what the deal is around here? What's with Sigma Epsilon Xi formalities? What's with the initiation?"
"You've had it, Sandy, you've had it!"
CHAPTER TWO
When Bud got back to his fraternity house, two of its members were standing in the doorway. They were Greg Morris and Chris Wickham.
Greg spoke first. "Hey Bud, how come your ass is dragging? What happened? The gal too much for you?"
Before Bud said a word, Chris added sarcastically that poor Bud was only good for two screws a night. "He must have gotten a broad that wanted it three times."
"Go ahead, you guys, laugh if you want to ... but I got me a cherry. How about that. Now who's laughing?"
"A cherry!"
"A cherry!"
"Yeah man, I sure did. Maybe next time you two will go along when Sigma Eta Xi calls. I told you both I would get one sooner or later. Good night! You can look at the street if you want to. Me, I'm going to hit the sack."
Greg and Chris looked scornfully as Bud walked between them and on into the dorm. "I'll be damned! You think he really got a cherry, Chris?"
"Yeah, probably. A guy's bound to get lucky once in a while, but cripes, you have to be 18 to get into any of the sororities. Who ever heard of an 18-year-old virgin? Shit, I didn't think they were making any of those any more. You ever get one, Greg?"
Greg had, but he wouldn't admit it to Chris ... or anyone else. It was his sister's!
Greg was about 14 at the time and Sheila was 11 ... exactly 11.
Greg could never forget Sheila's age at the time of their beautiful episode. It was the night of her birthday party.
Sheila had only invited girls and Greg had become excited seeing so many pretty shapes at one time. Their mother had strongly suggested Greg stay in his room. Greg's own desire would rise until masturbation became his only means of escape.
On the night of his sister's party, however, hand manipulation provided no relief at all. He played with himself more but he could not bring any satisfaction to his body.
"Damn this cock of mine! Just keeps oozing watery stuff ... it just won't shoot a damn ... Come, damn you, come ... !" It was useless.
Greg had always masturbated with ease ... but he couldn't this night. "Why?" he asked himself. No answer came.
Was it because of all those gals out there? Several of them with real short skirts, not caring how they sat on the low chairs ... was that it?
Greg watched through a keyhole as he again pumped on his cock. A hard-on came, clear fluid came ... but he couldn't shoot any cream.
There was no particular girl out there he wanted to screw and in disgust Greg went to bed. It was a ridiculous 7:30 p.m.
Greg didn't remember falling asleep but he awoke sometime after midnight. After considerable tossing he went to the kitchen to see what time it was. Mad that he had awakened at such a stupid hour, he went to the living room and to television's late late show.
At the first commercial, his sister joined him. "I've been so excited about the party I haven't been able to sleep. Can I sit alongside you? I'll put my head on your lap ... okay?"
Greg could not know, but Sheila could not sleep because of the many sex stories one of the girls had told at the party. The erotic passages had had quite an effect on Sheila and she had massaged her cunt for the past two hours in bed. She had no intention of displaying her passion with her brother but it came about anyway.
With her head happily resting on his lap, Sheila's hand unknowingly ran along Greg's thighs. They were slight touches at first but soon they became rapid and they covered more territory.
Greg was already at a high pitch and, when he felt his thighs being caressed, his cock finally began to respond the way he wanted earlier. He fought telling Sheila that her touches were exciting him highly ... but he didn't fight very hard.
When Sheila moved from one leg to the other, her hand accidentally touched his swollen cock. She thought she was several inches from his "thing" and she exclaimed, "My goodness, what's that?"
"That's my hard-on, stupid. What did you expect after all that handwork?"
Greg's sudden boy-talk mystified Sheila and she admitted she did not know what he meant.
"You mean you don't even know what a hard-on is?"
"No."
"What about cock, cunt, prick, pussy, fuck, screw...? "
"I ... I ... I've heard some of them said, but I'm not sure I know what they mean. Greg ... will you teach me? Lots of the things the girls talked about tonight excited me. But I didn't understand a lot of it. And I don't really understand why I want to touch you. Will you help?"
Greg taught Sheila all he knew of sex in the hour that followed. His sister was hungry for sex knowledge and starving for sex play. With each explanation came more caressing on Sheila's part and Greg skillfully directed much of his lesson to the female body.
When he explained about his hard-on, he added that a girl's breast nipples do the same. "They get bigger and harder."
"They do? I haven't felt anything there since we started talking like this. Here, tell me if they feel different to you." With that Sheila opened her pajama tops and exposed her breasts. The light from the television set lit up her small breasts but they were magnificent to Greg.
Her brother needed no further invitation and had his hands on her breasts as soon as they were made available.
"The nipples feel kind of small and soft to me now ... I'll play with them and we'll see if they get harder."
Greg massaged Sheila's breasts and whether the nipples ever got harder or larger didn't matter ... as long as he could fondle. The sensation excited Sheila and her touches on Greg's leg were now insufficient ... she had to go inside.
The first move her fingers made under his pajamas thrilled both of them so much that Sheila's nipples became harder and much larger. Greg's hands felt the difference and his cock responded with small pulsations of fluid. The drops landed on Sheila's hand as she began to touch it and the wetness thrilled her.
The breast caress would not do any longer for Greg and he reached for her pajama bottoms and sliped them down. Sheila offered no resistance and eagerly pushed her body close to his.
"Will you put your cock between my legs, Greg ... I think I'd like that a lot. Ooh, that feels good! How does it feel to you?"
"Oh, man ... Sheila! To slip a hot wet cock next to your cunt is just about the best thing I've ever done. Do you know what comes next?"
"Yes, I think so. There's a little hole down there where ladies have babies. It stretches a lot and you can put your hard-on right inside of me. Right?"
"Right!"
Neither understood use of clitoris-massage to arouse but the passage of his cock outside her cunt sent them both into a high pitch of excitement.
Each movement of his cock pressed on her extra-sensitive clitoris and it wasn't long before she asked him to "find the little hole."
Greg reached around her body and grasped each side of her ass. Lifting slightly, his cock began to penetrate her small cunt lips and before either knew what happened ... her virgin wall gave way. Sheila gave out a sharp groan but talked more of the "nice feeling" than of pain.
As his constantly-oozing cock lubricated her internally, Greg kept his hands on her cheeks. Massaging firmly and pushing her body towards his, he could feel his hard-on grow more and more. Sheila felt it too.
"Ooh, you're bigger in there. I can tell. It feels so good. The girls said the boy 'comes' after awhile. I pretended I knew what they were talking about. You can tell me now, can't you?"
"Heck, yeah, Sheila. It's just like jerking off but much better. Yeah, much better. I keep pushing it in and out and then I get all funny all over. I once looked in a mirror when I came and I made the darndest face. It looks like I'm hurting, but I sure ain't. After a couple of minutes of moving it you'll see my face go all funny and a white cream comes shooting out. I sure like the feeling of coming and I'm sure looking forward to coming inside of you."
"Will I like the feeling of coming?"
"Gee, I don't know Sheila, I guess so. I got a couple of books that tell big people doing it. It says if you do it correctly, the girl comes too. I sure hope you do because if its anything like mine, you'll love it."
"Then let's do it correctly."
Sheila's virgin-loss pain soon gave way to intense pleasure and Greg deliberately slowed his movements for his sister's benefit. "I think something's going to happen inside there, Greg, don't do it too fast."
Greg's only previous experience had been in masturbation and he often slowed and sometimes stopped altogether when an orgasm neared. He enjoyed prolonging the intensity that raged in his body in the last seconds and when Sheila asked for a slowdown, he was happy to oblige.
Sheila having had no experience in what they were doing, kept repeating over and over, "Oh, this is so good! Let's do it lots of times. I think something's starting inside, Greg. Can you turn yours on?"
Greg could indeed "turn his on" and his pumping grew more and more passionate. He pulled his hands from his ass and placed them on her breasts. Bracing his body on his knees and the softness under each hand Greg pushed his hardened cock higher and further within her body. He could feel the tip of his cock striking the rear of her cunt and at each stroke Sheila would squeal her delight.
His intense pulsations were just the thing Sheila needed to begin her own orgasm. Her squeals soon gave way to hotly exclaiming that she was starting to come.
"I'm sure of it, Greg ... it's getting hot in there and I can tell there will be a burst in just a ... in just a ... Greg, Greg! Agh ... It's here, it's here!"
As Greg saw his first female orgasm take place, he increased his pounding as much as he could and he shot out hot cream in heavy volume and it merged exactly with Sheila's, "It's here, it's here!"
Greg had screwed hundreds of times since that first one now nearly five years ago but he had very fond memories of his one and only cherry.
"It's a good thing I got one then, too. You sure don't get many in college these days."
"Hey, buddy boy, you daydreaming again?" Chris asked. "You must be thinking of some ass and so am I. Here comes my gal from the glue factory ... See you."
Walking briskly down the dormitory street was Alice Longden, Chris' regular girl. To put herself through college, she spent three evenings a week at a nearby restaurant. Waiting on tables was not Alice's favorite occupation and seeing Chris at midnight was not on her favorite schedule either.
"Oh Chris ... you're kidding. It's after midnight and I'm heading for bed."
"Well, we agree where to do it."
"Yes, but not when. I'm bushed. I did five classes today. Crammed all my assignments in less than three hours, then started on the tables. It's been a hell of a long day, and I don't intend to start on anything else, anything."
"Now, baby, just because I met you out here on the street ... Does that mean I want to start screwing right away?"
"Yes."
"Nothing like a short direct answer ... even when it's right. Shoot, Alice, you know how nicely I put you to sleep afterwards. Wouldn't that help?"
"But Chris, I'm so tired. I don't need your 'pill' to put me to sleep. Besides I don't do my share very well when I'm so beat. And I have an eight a.m. Psych test. I'll be lucky if I get six hours of sleep. And you know how restless I am just before a test."
"That's true, baby, that's true. You got to admit though, you're never restless after one of our sessions. How about a quickie? Then you go right off to sleep, and I'll just disappear into the night. Let's face it, Alice, if you really are restless, you could get more sleep ... if you stayed up just a little longer, couldn't you?"
"I'll go along with you Chris if there is none of this two-hour necking session, and maybe another hour trying to get us to come at exactly the same instant. If you'll settle for a real quickie, it's okay with me. Well?
"Honestly, Alice ... I'm so hot tonight, I can come in five minutes, pull up my pants and be out of your room before you even stop panting. It's just that I hate not seeing you enjoy it more."
"Sweet dear Chris, I've been trying to tell you for a year now ... I don't come as often as you do. Most of the time it's just something strong that I feel. Just because women usually have no fluid that doesn't mean we're not satisfied. I'm almost always satisfied with you. Tonight, I'll admit, I'm so tired I'll probably just accept your beautiful load and fall right off to sleep. If anything comes to me tonight, I'm sure it will only be a muscle twinge. Just promise you won't keep trying for something that can't possibly be there, okay?"
"Okay."
Hand in hand the two walked to Alice's dorm. There wasn't a soul in sight and they were able to climb to her room with ease. Alice had long felt "married" to Chris. There had never been any ceremony but she long ago surrendered her complete self to Chris. So strong was her love for him that she allowed him to come with her this particular night. As they walked together she knew she was far too tired to care about any sexual act but, "When you're 'married' sometimes you just have to do it."
To help relax her overtired condition she pretended that her husband insisted on sex ... That there was nothing she could do to prevent it. "Why fight it," she thought. "Sometimes his aggressiveness is so tender and sweet. Maybe he will be that way now."
Entering her room, Alice turned to Chris, put her arms around his neck and told him, "Your slave awaits, sire."
'Oh, come on now, Alice. You'll spoil it if you make fun of it."
"Oh, darling, I wasn't making any fun. I mean it ... and I like it. You know a woman wants to be the plaything of a good man, a good man. And you are, Chris Wickham, you really are."
"As long as we both know how I feel, let's go along with it. You undress me, throw me on your bed, come whenever you want to. Make me your slave tonight, darling."
Chris idolized Alice too much to classify her as a slave. During many of their affairs he held up his orgasm so long in waiting for her that the intensity of his flow was severely lessened. Could he do a real quickie?
Chris didn't know whether he could be as quick as she wanted but he did know he enjoyed undressing her.
Alice stood motionless before her closet and offered almost no aid to Chris' fumbling fingers. First, he sat on the floor and reached under her dress. He had seen her remove her clothes many times and knew her stockings were the first to go. Skillfully he released the garter belt catches on each leg and slowly rolled the stockings down. Starting at Alice's calf, just as she had taught him, he rolled them slowly so as not to snag the fragile material.
Her shoes were next and then Chris stood up. Still considering herself a mannequin in a sense, Alice waited quietly. Chris had recalled that this was a dress with a long zipper in the back and he easily ran it open. Knowing Alice then had to step out of the dress he moved in front of her, took both sleeves and pulled the dress off. The only aid from Alice came when she stepped out of the dress. A slip was next and he knew that had to be over her head.
Then he saw her in a pretty black bra with matching garter belt and pantie. He stood back to stare but Alice shot him a stern look which could only be interpreted one way...."This was supposed to be a quickie, remember?" Chris smiled and reached for her bra. This went easily as Chris had racked up considerable experience with Alice's bras.
The garter belt came off easily and now only a pair of sheer bikini panties remained. It was so thin, Chris could see every cunt hair as if there was no pantie.
From the rear, almost none of her ass was covered and he wondered why she wore a pantie at all. Alice had long ago told him she disliked the open crotch of a garter belt and did not like the feel of panties over a belt.
"A lot of girls wear them that way but not me."
Chris could not have cared less which was over or under what because he wanted her nude and he wanted her nude quickly.
For a moment Chris had to step back and gaze upon his Alice. Standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing more than her watch, she looked a goddess to Chris. Her breasts were exceptionally well-formed, her hips were nicely rounded and her cunt hair was shaped in a perfect diamond. He walked around her and looked at the smooth lines of her ass. Often he had squeezed their lovable softness and he would again ... soon.
Chris bent over, picked up Alice and carried her to her bed. Lowering her he got on his knees and kissed her breasts. Still on the floor he swiftly kissed all of her body. He knew Alice was always excited by that technique and his kisses went from ankles to ears. As he smothered her soft-textured form he could see her eyelids flutter as if sleep were already at hand. Alice was so pleased with his lovemaking and so relaxed that she allowed herself to drift off. Her last words to Chris were, "Let me dream of a screw, please?"
Chris wondered for a moment ... did she really want him to screw while she slept. "Oh, well, it might not be too bad. Besides, I'm sure she will wake up when I start pounding."
Chris thought he might as well skip the preliminaries...."It couldn't work her up and I'm already pretty damn hot."
Standing up he looked down at Alice. She was sound asleep and on her back. Her breasts were still firm and upright even though she was quite relaxed. Her cunt hair rose and fell as she breathed and Chris wondered . ... could he screw her like that?
Thinking it would be interesting to find out, he quickly removed all his clothes. Looking down at the still-sleeping Alice, Chris reached for her knees and slowly opened her legs. He kept his eyes on her face to see if there were any signs of awakening ... and there was none.
Now came the big test. Placing one hand by her side and a knee between her legs he swung his body atop her and rested on both knees. She still slept.
He could see her cunt entrance was quite dry but his throbbing cock was not. Grabbing his pulsating meat, he wiped its fluid on her cunt lips. The more he wiped the more fluid appeared. The wetter he got her lips the hotter his cock became. He now had a magnificent hard-on and he could see her clitoris enlarging and becoming redder at each stroke.
Easily pushing his cock between her lips, the penetration was as smooth as can be. He had creamed her opening so well that Alice hardly stirred as his fuck began. She was so relaxed that her cunt seemed to open even easier than when she was awake.
Chris made several gentle plunges into her but he soon changed from the tender lover into a hot passionate fucker. It only took a few strokes of his cock to realize he had to shoot hard and fast.
Hoping the hard pounding would awaken her, Chris heaved his entire body onto her as the pulsations of hot cream shot deep into her. The fluid came with such force that her body flinched at each ejection. A dozen times Chris' body quivered as a bolt sped from his body to hers. Chris had screwed often but his intensity was not always this strong.
As Chris walked back to his dorm he asked himself, "Was it so very good because she slept through it? A very interesting point."
CHAPTER THREE
Edith Marshall had many friends at Richardson University. The closest and best was her sorority-sister and roommate, Wendy Kellogg.
Wendy also had many friends at Richardson University. Her best friend was her sorority-sister and roommate, Edith Marshall.
The girls had met when each left home for the first time to begin studies at the popular Midwestern school.
Edith's parents had high hopes for their daughter. A straight-A student in high school, Edith thought she might like to be a physician, but she wasn't quite sure. Her father, a well-known physicist, had earned a doctorate degree from Richardson and he was quite certain his daughter was capable of achieving anything she set out to conquer.
Edith had no brothers and Dr. Frederic Marshall had spent countless hours priming his only child with scientific knowledge. "She could be the country's top woman scientist someday. I'll start her off and Richardson can finish the task. You learn a lot at Richardson."
Wendy's parents, however, could not afford the high tuition required by the university but the girl's high school grades were so excellent that a state scholarship was granted. Her father was a truck driver, her mother a seamstress. There were two other girls in the Kellogg family and a married brother who lived in another state.
Edith and Wendy appeared to be as different as could be ... but a computer said they would make good roommates.
When university officials mailed the necessary paperwork to the girls prior to enrollment, a housing questionnaire was included. Both Edith and Wendy were asked to answer a variety of questions with the idea that a university computer would select roommates on their "mutual compatibility."
As time went on and the girls shared a room at a college dorm, they became very close friends, very close indeed.
Wendy admired Edith tremendously. She believed her roommate was very brilliant, had a nice personality, and owned some of the nicest clothes. Borrowing some every chance she got, Wendy thought Edith's tastes were "absolutely super."
There were several suits that cost as much as Wendy's entire wardrobe. There was a Parisian silk blouse which Wendy thought was the most beautiful blouse she had ever seen. But by far, Wendy's favorite items were Edith's intimate apparel.
To Edith it was just plain old underwear but when they had come from expensive specialty shops "underwear" just doesn't seem to fit, Wendy thought.
Wendy would never forget the evening Edith stepped from the shower and, realizing she had forgotten to have clean clothes ready, walked to the living room. Wendy was sitting up in bed reading a very boring text on psychology when she saw the nude Edith slipping on a pair of beautiful black panties. They had a pretty frill around each leg band and Wendy thought it was the most exciting thing she had ever seen.
She was still staring at it when Edith turned and noticed Wendy's eyes. "You like these, don't you," Edith said.
"It sure is a pretty one and you certainly do it credit too."
"Oh, come on now, Wendy, you have a very nice shape ... and a darn good one, too. Hasn't anyone told you that before? I thought we weren't going to make anything out of my expensive clothes. Why, your body would look just great in these. Here try them on."
As Edith said that, she pulled the panties down and handed them to Wendy.
"There's proof, Edith. You don't have your fancy clothes on now and you still look good. In fact, just great. I wish I had a figure like that."
"You shouldn't feel sorry for yourself, Wendy. We already know you wear practically the same size of everything, so your body is shapely just as mine. Our bras are both 36-B, our panties are seven's, and our dresses are fitted exactly the same. Here, stand alongside me in front of the full-length mirror."
Wendy got off the bed and quickly slipped out of her play clothes. When she was nude she stood alongside Edith in front of a large mirror hung on the back of a door.
"See, we're just about the same," Edith said.
"Not quite, not quite, here, put your breast right next to mine and I'll show you how much better yours is shaped, even if we are the same size."
Edith turned toward Wendy and their breasts almost touched. Looking into the mirror, Edith could immediately tell her breasts were definitely rounder and firmer appearing than Wendy's. Edith felt not only apologetic but an eagerness to touch Wendy's breasts. Not wishing to reveal her feelings, Edith casually said that their breasts seemed equally round, "But I don't know whether they are equally firm."
Wendy, too, was looking for an opportunity to touch breasts and quickly suggested "they each feel one to compare."
The two then stood opposite each other and cupped a hand on one of their own breasts and one of the other person's. Edith was the first to speak and she quickly told Wendy, "Your breast feels much nicer than mine. I've never felt mine as soft before. But your touching it does do something to mine, but I don't know what it is. Do you feel it?"
"Oh, yes, yes. I was just thinking that my own never felt like this before. Your touch is making mine so much softer and I sure like feeling yours. Have you ever done anything like this before?"
"No, Wendy, no! And let's not stop-it's getting better all the time."
Both were enjoying caressing the other's breast so much now, nothing could have stopped them. Neither had ever touched another girl before and they were becoming tremendously excited. Edith was the first to notice that nipples were becoming larger and redder as they were fondled.
"Yeah, I thought so," Wendy answered, "and I think yours are even getting a bit wet. They look so good, there is something I would like to do now, if I could."
"What," Edith asked hoping that it was similar to what she wanted to do.
"I'd like to kiss yours. Can I?"
Edith didn't answer. She just put her hands on both sides of Wendy's face and brought her body down. Wendy eagerly planted a gentle kiss on Edith's left breast.
"Now we're good friends, let's not be so timid. Give my right one a real good kiss. A real good one."
Wendy had all the invitation she needed and she bent her head over and kissed the other breast. It was a warm tender kiss and it made both of them quiver in almost every part of their bodies.
"Now me," Edith said and she bent over and kissed ... first Wendy's left one, then right, then back to the left. Edith would have continued but was stopped when Wendy said, "isn't there some way we can kiss each other's at the same time?"
"We sure can't while we are standing up. How about trying it in bed? It sure ought to be more comfortable than standing here."
Each had a similar thought and they walked to their twin beds. Without a moment's hesitation, they pushed the two beds together and prepared to lie down.
"Now, let's see if we can figure this out."
Wendy couldn't wait for a position to be worked out and immediately threw her face at Edith's breasts. Her kisses quickly became hotly passionate as her lips smothered each breast. Wendy's mouth felt gratified as well as Edith's breasts but Edith soon pleaded for mutual action.
"Oh, this is exciting, Wendy, but I want to kiss, too. We've just got to find a position for each of us. Please stop a moment, I'm just starving for your breast."
It took awhile for Wendy to pull herself away from Edith's breasts and when she did, the two looked deeply at each other. Each set of eyes told the same story: "I want you and I want you badly."
Edith suggested they each lie on their side in opposing head-to-toe positions. "That will give each the same chance to kiss and be kissed."
Quickly trying it out, the two spent many long moments enjoying the extremely satisfying position. The first change came when Wendy gave in to a long-smoldering desire to suckle on Edith's breast. She knew she had wanted to do that for a long time ... and I've just got to do it now."
In the middle of a long warm kiss directly on one of Edith's nipples, Wendy slowly parted her lips and began to lick. In seconds the lick became a gentle suckle and in minutes the gentle suckle became a hardy suck.
A new thrill shot through Edith's body as she experienced sucking at her breast. She took her mouth away from Wendy so she could exclaim over the happiness within her. "Oh, my baby, my baby...! Suck from me, take the milk of my body. Suck of me, oh, suck of me." It was pure ecstasy to Edith and her eyes began to roll as if she floated on a cloud.
Wendy heard the command to draw milk from Edith and she suckled harder and harder. No milk came and Wendy soon realized what was missing. A mutual exchange with Edith.
The thought struck Edith as well and she returned to Wendy's breast. With mouth poised to suckle, her feverish tongue lashed out at the now-throbbing nipple before her. Complete eroticism reigned as the two suckled hard at each other's breasts. Edith was so delighted with the position that she easily suckled while her own breasts were at Wendy's disposal.
The hot passionate sucking began to ebb after a few minutes and, as Wendy came away from her friend's heavenly breasts, she noticed how Edith's stomach was pulsating. Edith was panting for air and as she deeply inhaled, a funny little quiver could be seen near her navel.
Wendy saw the navel "riding the waves" of Edith's stomach. It was strangely exciting and she continued to stare at the small opening. The longer she gazed at it, the stronger the desire became to be near it.
Wendy returned to Edith's breast but her eyes remained fixed on that navel. ("It's so close ... I've just got to lick it.")
To reach Edith's navel became an obsession to Wendy and she began to inch her way further along her roommate's body. Wendy's tongue licked towards Edith's waist and closer and closer to its destination. When Wendy reached Edith's navel, her tongue began to lick and lick feverishly. Wendy was surprised how much she enjoyed it and she couldn't believe that suddenly her own navel was being licked.
As Wendy had slowly moved her body in order to reach Edith's navel, Wendy had not realized the same thing would be happening to Edith. Edith realized what was coming closer and when her navel was being delightfully licked, what better thing could she have possibly done ... but to do the same.
Just as when they began to suckle each other's breasts and felt so deliriously happy, so it was again. Passionately they licked at each other and in both cases, they could see a thick crop of hair....
Breasts were exciting, navels interesting, but cunt hair had no equal. Eager tongues quickly parted the hair of each in the search for the most excitable object a woman has ... her clitoris.
Both Wendy and Edith were successful and they licked the little pieces of flesh until they were twice their original size, much redder, and thickly covered with saliva.
As exciting as the moment was for each girl, neither knew how much more was yet to be theirs. Passions grew more and more feverish and tongues covered more and more area.
The first time Wendy's tongue touched Edith's cunt lips it sent a delightful twinge through each body. Edith was quick to reciprocate and for what seemed an eternity both tongues darted feverishly in and out of the other's cunt.
Neither girl had admitted to the other that they had masturbated when they were younger but each now knew a similar sensation was being experienced.
What Wendy had accomplished by pushing objects into her cunt and what Edith had felt by standing alongside her bedpost was now achieved in one wonderful mutual arrangement.
Wendy had had many muscular orgasms when she masturbated, but very few reached a fluid ejection stage. Tonight she was sure there would be fluid, and a lot of it. Edith's masturbation had never resulted in the ejaculation of any fluid and she didn't know she was capable of such a height in orgasm.
As both struggled for the climax of their act, they licked deeper, sucked on lips with more fervor, fondled asses with greater ardor. Tongues struggled desperately to suck up any fluid that collected and cunts squeezed out all the fluid they could manufacture.
Edith first detected a sharp quiver in Wendy's ass and she knew an orgasm was soon to be hers to taste. Not wishing to be left out of the tremendous moment, Edith struggled with all the forces at her command and demanded her cunt join in with its own action. As Wendy's orgasm came closer and closer to reality, she suckled on Edith's cunt lips with added zeal. This was just what Edith needed and a violent tremor began deep in her groin and rapidly spread throughout her body.
Reacting to the intense suckling, Edith's orgasm suddenly exploded deep within her and Wendy tasted the first cream ever sent out by Edith's cunt. The warm wonderful fluid so excited Wendy that her own orgasm burst forth and it was an exceptionally good fluid one. She was so happy it wasn't just a muscle vibration for she wanted so badly to give Edith something to taste.
Each poured out all the fluid their cunts could eject and each mouth sucked up all that was given them.
So forceful were their orgasms that both fell into a deep sleep as the last drops oozed out to the commands of tongue.
It was several hours later when Edith awoke.
At first she thought it was a beautiful dream but when she opened her eyes fully and saw Wendy's thighs directly in front of her face ... she knew. She thought of the many times she had masturbated. She would strip naked and stand at one of the bed corners. The corner posts were rounded and Edith would first rub baby oil on the wood. She would rub her cunt on it until there was a violent muscle spasm. No fluid was ever added to the baby oil but she found out this night ... there can really be cunt fluid, and a lot of it.
Wendy began to stir and she already knew her orgasm was the best she had ever experienced. She thought, "We're going to have to do this more often."
Edith and Wendy did. Both it seems were born under the zodiac sign of the crab. The symbol for the crab? 69!
CHAPTER FOUR
The hot shower felt good to Mary. The rape did not.
Her evening walk on the Richardson campus began as a calm stroll but ended in a vicious attack by two men.
Mary believed she recognized one of her attackers ... ("I think I once saw him in a biology class.") She was greatly concerned and for good reason. A newspaper article only a few days earlier had reported an extremely high rate of venereal disease at the university and it could not have happened at a worse time during Mary's monthly cycle.
"My God, I could become pregnant or be terribly infected! Even worse ... it could be both!"
State law permitted abortions in rape cases but Mary was more concerned with her health. She had been on "the pill" her first two years at Richardson, but a physician recently suggested she stay off oral contraception for about a year. "You will be highly vulnerable to pregnancy, so I suggest a great deal of judgment be exercised."
Mary did exercise proper judgment and insisted the few men she was intimate with use rubber prophylactics. As an added safety factor she carried a tube of contraceptive jelly and a packet of rubbers.
When Paul Johnson and George Walters finished their beers at an off-campus bar and wondered what to do with the rest of the night ... Mary had no idea she would need that tube or the rubbers.
Paul and George would not have worn the rubbers anyway and they probably would not have given Mary the chance to insert any jelly but she kept wishing....
The two men were feeling miserable after a double blind date which "couldn't have been lousier" as Paul lamented into his third beer. George had been so hot for a screw that, when the dates busted up and it was only 8:15 in the evening, he suggested they finish their drinks and "go look for some ass."
Paul told his buddy it was kind of late to find dates now "and you ain't getting me in any cat house. I just got over a hell of a dose of clap from some damn whore and I'm not going to chance that again. I had shots for two weeks and my balls still itch like crazy."
"Well, then let's walk the campus. Maybe some pussy is out cooling her cunt and we can both get her. If she's willing, fine ... if not, I'll pound her legs so wide apart she won't be able to walk home. C'mon."
As they walked the lonely campus, Paul thought that George probably wasn't kidding about getting some ass "even if she ain't willing." Paul knew he wanted a piece just as badly as his buddy but he wasn't sure he would ever agree to rape. "And not on a two-to-one basis, for sure. You have to be damn horny to work with another guy over one gal. I don't think I need it that badly." The thought was silent as Paul deliberated the part he would play if George went ahead with his plan.
Paul's strong argument against rape was based on an incident several years earlier. It was after a date when he was driving his girl home.
Marge was her name and Paul liked her a lot.
She offered no objection when he parked the car on a lonely stretch of road and she offered no objection when he began to kiss her.
The kisses went from mouth to ear and occasionally he cupped a hand over a lovely soft breast. Still no objection.
With each kiss and with each caress, Paul grew increasingly hotter. Marge enjoyed every kiss and when his hands were fondling her breast ... and several blouse buttons accidentally opened, she said only, "How nice!"
His fingers eagerly slipped into her blouse and Paul was ecstatic that Marge had not worn a slip. Fondling her slightly-padded bra, he could tell her small breasts were slipped out of the bra and he might soon have a nude breast to touch.
His fondling became more intense and one breast finally slipped out. Paul wondered whether he should say he was sorry even if he wasn't but he didn't have to say anything. It was Marge who first spoke and she said he might as well release the other breast.
Paul was positive his almost-15 years of virginity would end. Marge had given him the green light on every move he had made ... ("It's a snap now.")
Caressing nude breasts was so exciting to Paul and his four years of intense masturbation seemed to ridiculous at the moment. ("Boy, there's nothing like the real thing!")....
Marge's breasts were small for a 14-year-old but they were the world's best to Paul. As Marge bent over him and he could only keep one hand on a breast, he made his boldest move of the evening. He placed his free hand on her thighs and began to stroke gently. The only response by Marge was the most passionate kiss of the evening.
Paul was now sure Marge's body would be his and quite easily. His caressing fingers inched along her soft thighs and finally to a panties-covered crotch. He could feel a small crop of hair under the thin cloth and, as he fondled, Marge pushed her cunt at his hand. Her passion was equal to Paul's and she delighted in his touching of her body.
Paul easily pulled her panties down and the first time his hand was in complete contact with her cunt, Marge uttered the most delightful sigh Paul had ever heard. Fingers immediately began to play with cunt lips and one ringer buried itself in her cunt up to the first knuckle. Paul wanted to thrust his finger in even deeper but he was sure Marge was virgin and he couldn't take a chance on a wrong move.
When his fingers reached her cunt hair, Marge ran her hand between his legs and when she reached his cock, it nearly jumped out of her hand. "Oooh, you got something really alive in there!"
"If you think it's active now, you should get inside where the real activity is." Paul's invitation to Marge was quickly accepted and she unzipped his fly before another second went by. The first instant her hand came in contact with his bared cock, a spurt of clear hot liquid landed on her palm. The creamy fluid excited her to have it on her fingers and she used it to rub his cock into a tremendous hard-on.
"Oh, baby, rub me like that and I'll shoot a load at you in no time. Take it easy though, I want the cream to part your cunt lips and fill your insides. I don't want it on your hands."
Each rubbed the other more and more feverishly. Paul's cock was huge, hot, flaming red and wet with the ooze of his passion. Marge's cunt did not increase in size but was as equally hot, red, and wet.
Both had masturbated previously and were thoroughly enjoying another's hand-attempting to bring on an orgasm.
Marge had often rubbed objects on her cunt and brought herself to a sexual climax and Paul had many times hand-pumped his cock into spurting all the cream his body could provide.
Marge seemed satisfied to leave things as they were but not Paul. When he felt he could no longer stand her pumping action, he pulled her hand away and tried to mount her.
"What are you doing, Paul?" I can feel I almost got you to shooting it out and I know my cunt is just about at the same stage."
"What am I doing? I'm ready to fuck you. What do you think we've been working on?"
"I don't want any fuck ... I just want you to make me come and I was going to do the same for your cock."
"You think after all this kissing, feeling, rubbing ... I would let us jerk each other off. You crazy or something? I'm about to shoot a good load, a damn good load. If I wanted it in a hand, I can do that anytime. You ain't ever fucked, have you?"
"No ... and I want to keep it that way. Sure I'm hot for a screwing but I'm not giving up my cherry just because one hot night comes along. I'll admit I can rub myself into coming, too, and that's what I want you to do. Wouldn't that be enough to satisfy you?"
Paul couldn't take it any longer and tried to mount her. In the small confines of the front car seat he was having a very difficult time. He managed to get one knee between her legs and was about to open them widely when she grabbed at his cock.
Realizing she might be raped and there was little she could do to stop it, Marge decided to make use of an old anti-rape technique.
When she fondled his cock before it was exciting. The thin clear cream that had covered her hand was great to play with. Now it was different. She had to bring on his white cream. She had to.
Paul realized what she was trying to do and tried to pull his cock away. He was much stronger than Marge and brought his cock together with her hand right to the entrance of her cunt. Trying to ram into her, he could only manage to slide his cock within her fingers and the movement only aided Marge and she brought him to a climax.
His cream started to squirt all over her clothes but she didn't care ... it was not inside her body, and that was what counted.
The heavy pulsations took so much out of Paul that he collapsed into the driver's seat. Furious with her action, he tried to slap her but Marge was much faster than he. Jumping out of the car, she hurriedly grabbed most of her clothes and ran as fast as possible.
The last Paul ever saw of the beautifully-shaped Marge was her moonlit ass as it faded into the darkness.
Remembering that his only attempt at rape ended in his intended victim jerking him off was a bitter pill for Paul. It was now nearly four years later as he walked with his friend George on the Richarson campus and Paul wondered ... could he try to rape again?
As Paul thought of the past, George was talking of the excitement in rape. "It's a hell of a lot different, buddy boy. I've done it a couple of times and the gals always give in ... once they are being fucked. Don't you worry about any dame, they're all alike. They all want a fuck, it just does something for them to put up a battle. Sometimes it brings them on better or they think resistance is just part of the game."
Paul listened to his friend and he hoped, if there was to be a rape, the girl would really want it to happen. He had spent many hours feeling sorry for a 14-year-old Marge ... he did not want to live with such memories again.
George was the first to see Mary.
Immediately striking up a conversation, George slowed Mary down from her fast pace. The three sat on one of the benches that line the park-like area of the campus and George made a strong pitch for a "willing" shortie for himself and Paul.
Mary answered by jumping up and quickly walking away. George was at her heels in no time and pushed her off the walkway and down on the nearby grass. Paul followed but quite slowly.
George called for Paul's help. "Dammit, Paul, give me a hand here. Hold her arms will you? I'll take care of her legs."
Paul kneeled on the ground and pinned Mary's arms down behind her head. Realizing the odds were against her, Mary started to scream. George was so busy pulling her panties down, he didn't try to stop her, but it frightened Paul. Mary sounded so much like Marge.
Paul started to put a hand over her mouth but that move would have released one of her arms. What would he do? In desperation, he bent over to kiss her. It was the only thing he could think of.
When his mouth neared hers she tried to bite his nose but missed. Her sharp teeth caught a bit of his lip and a trickle of blood dropped down on her own mouth. She fought with all her strength but she knew she was losing.
Paul had his back to George and didn't know he was just about to thrust his cock into Mary. Suddenly Mary's eyes widened and were filled with the most terrified look he had ever seen. Paul felt George's body pounding away on Mary and it began to hurt him as much as it was probably hurting her.
Paul's eyes filled with tears and the sight of them helped Mary through a very bitter moment. As George shot his flow into her, Paul again tried to kiss Mary but this time it was different. And Mary received it differently.
His kiss was not one to simply stifle her cry but a kiss of apology. She accepted the kiss because she believed him.
George's heavy thrust into Mary was very painful but Paul's kiss helped to lessen her shock. Knowing she could not stop what was happening between her legs she directed all her thoughts to the kiss and kept telling herself, "That's all that's happening, that's all ... just a kiss."
George was unaware of how his victim tried to forget what he was doing. All he knew was that his hot passionate cock and all the fluid he had been building up was gone. It had been shot into a good cunt and that was all that matters.
Still on his knees, George crawled around to Paul's position and told him he would take over. Paul couldn't let go for a moment as his eyes transmitted a message...."Please forgive me, I don't really want to do this to you."
Thinking that George would probably not kiss her in order to keep her quiet, Paul released his arms but not his mouth.
Filled with two desires, Paul thrust his body into Mary to relieve himself of the tremendous build-up of passion ... and he kissed in the hope he could express his regret.
George thought Paul was enjoying the kiss too much to let go, so there was no interference. Heavily spent from his forceful ejaculation into her, George sat calmly on the grass, doing nothing but holding Mary's arms.
Paul's kisses were becoming quite passionate and as his cock began to slowly part her cunt, she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Immediately Paul knew she was forgiving his actions and her body would cooperate. It thrilled Paul to know he was not hurting her and he pushed his cock deeper at every thrust.
From the manner in which her tongue was pulsating within his mouth, Paul knew she was going to shoot an orgasm. It was a very thrilling moment to Paul and he slowed his pounding in order to give her more time.
"What the hell are you waiting for," George whispered. "The campus cops are liable to come by any time. You can get five years for this, for cripes sake. Fuck a load into her, y' hear?"
Paul didn't hear. He didn't want to hear.
Mary didn't want her arms pinned back. She wanted them about Paul.
But each knew they had to finish what had to be and Mary used her tongue to tell him to start.
She pushed her tongue deeply into his mouth. Its full length nearly touched his throat and he knew she was telling him ... push in your cock as deeply as my tongue.
Paul raised his ass and rammed into Mary with far more force than George had done earlier. As hard as he pounded, it was so much more tender than George's painful push into her. Mary loved it but she would never admit it. Certainly not to George, probably not to Paul, and possibly not even to herself.
The cream from Paul's body shot up into her cunt with such force and with such delight she wrapped her legs about him with all the strength she had. Weak as she had become after George's sadistic attack, Mary was delighted to cooperate fully with Paul.
With her legs around him, she was able to lift her ass of the ground and this tilted her cunt passage. The change in position somehow aided his pulsations and the force of his ejaculation was one of the strongest he had ever experienced.
It was so intense, Paul didn't know whether she had come or not. Her body didn't tell him, her eyes did.
She had come.
As Paul took his body off of Mary, George said he was getting out of there "and in one hell of a hurry. 'Bye."
Paul was alone with Mary but only for a brief instant. He didn't know what to say and he let his eyes tell it for him.
Just as when their bodies became one, Paul spoke with his eyes. He "told" her he regretted everything that had happened ... except that moment when she gratefully took in all he could give her.
Standing above her, Paul put out a hand and helped her up. When she was on her feet, he went over to kiss her and managed to say only that he was sorry, very sorry.
Paul walked away and kept asking himself if he was really sorry for what happened.
And later when Mary stood under the hot shower, she too asked herself ... was she sorry for what happened? Really sorry.
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie Landers ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth and the back of her lips.
An 18-year-old freshman at Richardson, Connie was listening to her first lecture by Dr. Peter Milton. The subject: Basic Studies, Psychology.
A learned, but novice, psychoanalyst, Prof. Milton was reporting on the many theories of Sigmund Freud. For the first half of the lecture Connie was completely bored with the complexities of psychology. It changed when the professor began to explain psychological consequences of distinction between the sexes."
Connie was still trying to interpret the title several minutes later when her interest was considerably sparked. The professor began to talk of sucking.
Connie liked to hear about sucking.
Connie liked to talk about sucking.
Connie liked to suck.
The professor told of dream sequences, of the child sucking its mother, of the inability to give up the thumb and then, finally ... of the outlet sought by some adults.
Connie had waited patiently for some word of adult sucking. For one reason, it always excited her to hear about sucking, and secondly, anything that came from that handsome professor "would be just erotic as can be."
This was no schoolgirl crush, this was a hot passionate desire for a good looking man that talked of something so beautiful. It was tremendous to hear such phrases as the touch of lips to body, the sensation of another body so close, the drawing of fluid from another, the relationship of sucking to the vagina, and to suck and be sucked.
As each word was uttered by the professor, Connie rolled her tongue at the back of her lips and dreamed of what might one day be.
Connie didn't care much for homework assignments but she worked diligently on Prof. Milton's composition request. ("I think I could do anything for that guy.")
For nearly two hours she read and re-read her notes but she wanted to write what she thought, not what her notes told her. Connie wasn't troubled with the request for 500 words on what she had learned the first day, what troubled Connie was what she should not write. She would have loved to have filled her report with "hot sucking lips,"
"the thick sweet cream of your body" and "pump it to me, baby, pump it to me.
"I can't do that ... I'm afraid it's going to have to be "psychological consequences,"
"subjection of the instinctive impulses" and "transference neuroses."
Connie finally sat up from her lounge chair and walked to her desk. She sat at her typewriter and saw not the 50 or so keys that could answer her pleas for the "right" words but 50 little pictures of Prof. Peter Milton. "Damn ... I have to get to work, I wish I could forget about him for a while."
And Connie began to type.
Psych 250 April 15
Prof. P. Milton "My first day"
"In your class today I learned you intend to provide a sympathetic and objective list of the many psychological theories known to exist. This may be easy for you but it will not be for me, you see, dear Peter, I think you're a living doll.
"Now I've done it ... I guess I might as well get this out of my system.
"You stand up so tall and strong when you look at us. I admire a man who has such a nice figure. I hope I get a chance to get real close to it.
"How many women have felt the warmth of your body, your kisses smothering their faces, your hands on their breasts, your throbbing cock pressed hard against their cunts or, better yet, poised at their mouths.
"Dear Peter, I couldn't give you an honest report of what you said during the first half of your lecture. I was too busy studying you. I suppose it's because of all those damn psycho words. Cripes, I never heard of most of them. So I did what every hot-blooded American girl would do in a case like that ... I studied the handsome teacher.
I imagined what you would look like standing next to me with your clothes off, lying beside me and pumping me with all the cream you could create. I'm sure you have a pretty good supply down between your legs.
The best part was when you leaned across your desk to hand that chart to the gal in the front row. Your cock must have pressed hard against something because I could see a hard-on for a long time. I think you knew it but maybe not, there didn't seem to be any move to hide it. It didn't go to its maximum size, of course, but I could tell that what there was would really be something if it had the chance.
"And I sure would like to give you the chance.
"I imagined what it would be like shot down my throat and I imagined how much of it I could suck. It looked like it would grow to such a massive size, I would never be able to suck all of it.
"Do you think I'm wrong for telling you I would like to suck you? Why do some people immediately think girls like me are nuts? We get a chance for a good screwing but we would rather drink it. I think it's great and I think most of those who criticize just haven't tried it. If they did, they would run to join us.
"Have you ever run your tongue into a cunt? Have you ever licked at a clitoris until it doubles in size, gets red, throbs and just about sets fire to its owner? If you ever saw how hot I get when mine is licked, you could never stop. Never!
"The very thought of your face between my legs makes me quiver so much at this moment that I know I must now do something. Have you ever felt like that? I bet when you were a teenager you had to cream your cock. Don't be embarrassed Peter, I'll admit I do it about every week.
"It's funny, though. I do it even if I come from a real good sucking session. When I play with my own cunt, I work up a passion that I never seem to get with someone else. As I tell this to you, I bet I would not have to jerk a shot out of me ... after we got together. I could drain your cock so thoroughly that my body would be completely satisfied. You would like it so much, that your mouth would drain all the life out of me. I don't know how I could be so sure, but I am.
Oh, dear Peter, I can't write to you any longer ... let's get to bed...."
As Connie typed, she gradually slowed from a two-handed speed typist to a one-handed slow one. Her other hand had gone under her dress, pushed aside her panties, and was fondling her clitoris. During the last page of her report, the extremely sensitive organ had undergone a tremendous transformation.
At first it was a small part of her with no feeling whatsoever, then it became much larger, extremely warm, creamily textured, and quivering at her touch. When this change took place, no other direction was possible for Connie. Either a male tongue would lick it into a hot frenzy or her own hand would do the job.
Connie stood up from the desk; one hand remaining under her dress. She had worked herself to such a high degree she couldn't take her hand away even for a moment. Extremely capable at removing her clothes under the most difficult of conditions, Connie pulled off most of her garments as she sat on the edge of her bed. When her panties came down, she felt how warm and moist her crotch had already become. ("Oh, this is going to be a good one!")
Stretching out on the wide bed, Connie reached into a nearby drawer and took out a strange but erotic-looking device. Connie had made it herself several months before. Using a syringe from an old douche bag and a rubber tube she had found in a school science room, Connie had fashioned a fairly good likeness of a male cock ... of exceptional size!
Withdrawing her hand from her cunt lips she grabbed her "dickie-boy" as she called it. Passing the rubber head over her lips and especially on her clitoris, Connie soon secreted droplets of cream. By gentle squeezing on the bulb syringe, her own cream was sucked into the tube ... for use later.
Her special report to Dr. Milton was extremely erotic and Connie found her cunt especially eager to supply cream to the sucking syringe. As her passion got higher and higher, she would push the rubber cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. There the syringe could collect much more fluid and her private cock gradually filled more and more.
Connie already knew her cunt secretions were as warm and delicious as those from a man and her body reacted violently to the penetrating cock.
Her mouth was eagerly anticipating the juice of her body and her tongue was rolling violently. With each passing moment she dreamed of the coming thrill when her mouth would accept a throbbing cock.
Connie was almost at the height of her passion as the cock sucked the juice from her cunt. Her orgasms were usually quite intense and she liked to have it come ... while her mouth sucked its fill.
In and out the cock moved and Connie's fantasy already was including her new love ... Dr. Peter Milton.
"Oh, Peter, Peter ... your suck on my cunt is so good, oh, so good! I want to deliver so much to you, and I want to drain your cock so much. Oh, keep up that rubbing, it's beginning to drive me wild.
As one hand kept pushing the sucking syringe deeper and deeper into her cunt, the other fingered her clitoris. Connie was rapidly bringing herself to one of the best flows ever and she knew it even before it arrived.
"Suck, Peter, suck...! I'm giving you so much, oh, so much. Hurry, take, take ... then it will be my turn. Drain me, Peter ... ooh, suck, suck, ahhhhh!"
As Connie's cunt began to shake with orgasm, she rushed the rubber cock to her mouth and began to suck. Her ingenious device worked well at this point and her mouth easily sucked the very fluid she herself had delivered. The cream was warm and sweet tasting. It drove Connie wild as it entered her mouth and she eagerly swallowed every drop. Her fantasy that this was Peter's cock was so vivid that Connie believed it truly was her new love delivering to her.
Connie didn't miss the sucking cock out of her cunt as her orgasms were so muscularly intense, it didn't matter if anything was within her or not. There actually was little fluid when she came, the majority having oozed out during the earlier sucking.
The combination of the strong muscular quake within her cunt and the heavenly liquid into her mouth was exceptionally intense and Connie lapsed into sleep.
When she awoke later Connie found it difficult to believe her rubber "dickie-boy" had been her "lover." She felt so completely satisfied.
"That was so overpowering ... I can't remember ever feeling one like that before. It must have been because of Peter. It just had to be."
Connie showered, dressed, and returned to her desk.
She still had to write on her first day in Prof. Milton's class.
It was difficult but after several hours of painstaking work, Connie turned out her report.
"I still would rather turn in the first one."
As the weeks went by, Psych 250 became Connie's favorite class. She was never late for class and never missed a single word spoken by Prof. Milton. Connie's attraction for the professor had become very profound and her desire was becoming more and more difficult to suppress.
When the professor didn't come to school one day, Connie was visibly shaken. "What happened...? Is he sick...? What is it...? When will he be back?" Learning very little from his substitute, Connie walked to the administration building as soon as the class was over.
She was prepared to ask the same questions of an office member but suddenly realized she would probably get few answers. Connie knew she had to think of something and she did.
Before entering the administration building, she walked to the student store and purchased a get-well card. Sealing it tightly she set out again for the administration building.
"I have a get-well card here and all the students in Mr. Milton's psych class signed it ... do you know where we can send it?"
"We can't give out faculty addresses ... I'm sorry. If you like, we can mail it from here."
"No ... no thanks."
Sadly, Connie walked out of the office and slowly down the long hallway. A few moments later, she heard someone calling her.
It was Judy Bairsley.
"Connie, Connie ... I was working at my file job and heard what the old bitch said to you. If you wait a minute, I'll get it for you."
A minute later Connie had Prof. Milton's address, a half hour later she was in the shower, 45 minutes later in a flower shop, and an hour later on her way to his home.
Connie felt like a young girl on her first date. Her face was flushed with excitement and she tingled at the thought of seeing "her" Peter ... without 27 other students nearby.
When she got to the Restful Arms apartments, she looked at the foyer directory. "Let's see ... Marshall ... Mathews ... ah, Milton! Apartment 3B."
Connie got in the elevator and her nervousness began to compound. "What the hell am I doing? He could really be sick and doesn't want to be seen. He could be shacking up and wants no one else in there. He could want visitors, but not a student ... damn, damn, I must be nuts for this stunt."
Connie may have felt like that during the last few moments before she rang the bell at Apartment 3B, but nothing could stop her now.
She was concerned for his health, she missed him at class ... and she longed to see his body, any part of it.
She rang the bell.
Her heart pounded violently as she heard footsteps. ("They're his!")
The door opened and there stood Prof. Milton. He was wearing a long red robe. Connie thought he was very handsome.
"Hello, Prof. Milton. I'm Connie Landers from Psych 250. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I ... I ... I just couldn't help myself. Please forgive me."
"Why, hi, Connie. It is good to see you. I was just beginning to feel quite lonely. Would you like to come in?"
Connie had been afraid she wouldn't get past the door and she was highly excited to be allowed in.
"Gee, this is a nice apartment. Is the furniture yours, professor?"
"Yes, do you like it?"
"Oh, yes ... I was sure it was yours. It's so tastefully done. It's really very nice. I'm sure the other rooms are just as nice."
"Well, the bedroom's quite a mess. This terrible cold I've got has really hit me hard. I stayed in bed until nearly noon. I read for awhile but it soon bored me. I was just about wishing I was in school when you appeared. Thank you very much. I needed a visitor.
"What brings you to this humble bachelor's abode?"
"Ah ... I ... I brought this card and a little house plant ... oops, I left it outside the door. I'll go get it."
Prof. Milton made a gesture to stop her saying he would get it and the sudden movement of them both resulted in a minor collision. As they accidentally touched, Connie's breasts touched his arm and her shoulder partially opened his robe. To have felt his body at her breasts excited Connie tremendously and she was sure she blushed. It was a blush of desire, a silent command for more of the same thing. She could also see inside his robe for only a scant instant and she was sure there were no clothes inside that robe.
The professor was also quite conscious of the touch of her breasts and although he was more than 10 years her senior, he thought the touch wonderfully ecstatic.
Connie broke the silence by quickly rushing to the door, opening it and reaching down for the plant. As she did, the professor saw much more of her legs than before.
To himself he commented, "Now that's a real good pair of legs. I sure would like to tell her but I'm breaking enough university rules now. I've been looking at her mini-skirt for so long I wondered when I would get the chance to look further. I thought she wore pantyhose but I'm sure I saw the edge of her stocking that time. Boy, what legs!"
Connie placed the house plant on a table and said, "My, that's an unusual couch. I don't think I've ever seen one like that before."
"Then you've never visited a psychoanalyst before."
"Oh, that's what it is, sure, now I get it. It only has one end ... that's where your patients relax, is that it? Gee, can I try it?"
"As a friend or a subject?"
"Well, it depends on the questions, professor."
"And the answers?"
Connie twinkled her eyes at the professor for his cute retort and sat on the couch. She lowered her head on the angled headrest and brought her feet up.
"My father never beat me, my mother was a darling, and my brother never tried to rape me ... okay, doctor?"
Professor Milton laughed heartily and congratulated Connie on a good sense of humor. "There are other questions we ask, you know. Would you like to save thirty-five dollars? That's the charge for a half hour ... go ahead, relax. This one's on the house. Okay with you?"
"Sure, except I would like to save seventy dollars.
"Well, now let's see if I have any hang-ups. Hmmm ... I am having trouble in one of my university classes. It's Psych two fifty. You see, the teacher is a good-looking guy and the course is tough enough without concerning yourself with the teacher. It's pretty hard trying to understand the definition of narcosynthesis or nihilistic delusion when you feel more interest in the person than his message.
"What do I do, doctor? Admit I'm a very immature female, take my crying towel and change to Mrs. McDonald's Psych two eighty class?"
"Since you're getting the regular thirty-five dollar treatment, I will have to judge this case to the best of my ability. First, you can begin to call me Peter. Then you can try your best to convince me I shouldn't have said that much...."
"Oh, profes ... er, I mean, Peter ... if you have a problem, maybe you better sit here and I'll ask the questions."
"Oh, don't get up, I'll just rest alongside."
Connie's body vibrated as Peter joined her on the couch. For several moments, they rested side by side and neither said a word. Then slowly Connie turned to Peter and Peter slowly turned to Connie.
Peter spoke first and said, "You know, this isn't exactly a proper teacher-student relationship and certainly not an analyst-subject relationship ... what am I going to do?"
"How about trying a lover relationship?"
Connie's gamble was immediately rewarded as Peter looked deep into her eyes, slowly lowering his face upon hers. Their kiss was warm and sweet, none ever more exciting for either of them.
Turning toward one another Connie felt her breasts squeezed flat by the pressure of his embrace. His hands caressed her back and he pushed her body into his. The movement of her breasts across his chest opened his robe and Connie thrilled at the feeling of his bare chest on her body. Neither spoke and the kisses grew increasingly passionate.
Caressing Connie's back, Peter discovered she wore a blouse that buttoned in the back. Delighted at his find, his fingers immediately began to unbutton her. Connie, of course, offered no resistance ... she just wished he were faster.
As the buttons were undone, Connie ran her hands across Peter's massive shoulders. She was wishing his robe would part and her hands could join in the ecstasy of the touch. With her blouse now fully opened, Peter ran his smooth ringers across her shoulders. At each movement, his hand moved across her bra hook and they both awaited the magical moment when it would be parted.
Connie pressed her lips harder into his and the kiss was correctly interpreted as a plea. "Open my bra, please, open my bra!"
Peter "got" the message and unhooked the bra. Her breasts were still contained within the soft material because of their embrace but Connie intended to correct that. Moving away from him, she sat up and looked at him. Peter pulled off her blouse then reached for her bra. As he saw her bare breasts for the first time, he bent over and planted a soft kiss on each one. An intense thrill shot through Connie's body as she felt the kisses on her breast. She closed her eyes and thought of where else his wonderful kisses could go.
His kisses were wonderful on her breasts but Connie wanted to feel his chest rub the nipples into hard, throbbing and sensitive seats of passion.
She pulled his robe off both shoulders and pressed her body hard into his. As her nipples responded to her thoughts, Peter could feel them quite plainly. His arms wrapped tightly around her back and after a few moments, his fingers began to seek out other points.
Peter's hands easily slipped under her skirt as the belting was quite loose. As his fingers reached her ass, they fondled and squeezed with a firm yet gentle movement.
Connie was ecstatic with joy and her hands moved down his back. Each knew what the other wanted and they half-turned. Connie's hands could now reach around to his front. When her fingers touched the very edge of cock hair at his groin. Peter's body began to shake violently. Connie was briefly frightened. She thought it was so stirring ... almost as if he was starting to come. Silently she hoped it wouldn't happen too quickly.
Peter wasn't going to shoot his load prematurely but he hadn't had female fingers touch his cock hair in a very, very long time.
How could he tell her that he had been homosexually intimate with his roommate at college, how could he tell her that that was the reason he was allowing them to go this far? He knew she had a terrific crush on him and was quite willing to join him in bed ... but was he correct in taking advantage of the situation?
Peter thought a lot of what was happening and because he wanted so badly to break the mental bonds caused by his long association with his roommate ... he eagerly agreed to Connie's demands.
Peter's main concern was the climatic moment. "How would Connie want their orgasms to be? Was she a cock-in-cunt type only? Was she a hand-creamer? Would she kiss cock occasionally? Or stay on it and suck? What?"
Peter still dreamed almost nightly of his roommate sucking until Peter's cock was dried, shrunken, and painfully empty. They were very powerful experiences and if he were to analyze his own problems, there was a possible answer...."A woman to suck him and provide the transition from intimacy with a man to intimacy with woman." That was the only solution psychoanalyst Peter Milton told subject Peter Milton. "She's got to provide the transition!"
Peter thought of his problem as his fingers reached around her beautiful cheeks and touched her cunt. "I've just got to kiss her there, I've just got to." Peter's silent thoughts were similar to Connie's whose hands finally reached and touched his cock. The throbbing and now-massive cock nearly shook itself out of her grasp but Connie held onto it tightly.
Peter felt that, as long as Connie was holding so hard to his cock, he would play with her cunt lips and ready them ... for his mouth.
On the small psychiatrist's couch, the two found it somewhat difficult to reach their passionate objectives, but they did.
Peter half-twisted his body and began to kiss her soft creamy thighs. It was so thrilling to Connie that her hands responded by squeezing cream out of his cock. When the heavy pulse was forced out by her hands, Peter reached a point of no return. He couldn't wait any longer and threw his face at her cunt. At first his closeness was limited to passionate kissing but in a few moments, his tongue lashed out and started to lick at her clitoris.
The small sensitive organ immediately responded to his kisses and grew larger. The cream Connie often sucked out of her cunt with her rubber syringe flowed towards his mouth. Peter eagerly licked at it.
Connie wanted this man so much she would have given herself in any position ... but to have him sucking at her cunt so quickly was sheer heaven. Using the syringe on herself was becoming her chief means of sexual relief and Connie knew ... she needed a live partner.
"Will we fuck ... will he shove his beautiful cock into my cunt ... or will I be lucky enough and we'll suck each other?"
Connie's thoughts paralleled Peter's and the two threw themselves at each other with overpowering demands.
Now fully in a sixty-nine position, Peter sucked on Connie's cunt and he found it pure heaven. It was so much better than a guy's dick. Peter didn't care for the male orgasm thrust into his mouth and the meat of cunt lips was much more exciting.
Peter was highly excited by her heavy pre-orgasmic fluid. He didn't know it came about because of her excessive syringe use, but it would not have mattered at this moment. He was sucking cunt and enjoying it tremendously.
Connie devoured his cock with her mouth and thought the sensation just about the most tremendous thing she had ever experienced. Her rubber "dickie boy" only gave to her what she herself had pumped into it and there was absolutely no comparison. His warm, clear and hot cream was so much more beautiful to Connie. "Oh, it's so good, so good!"
Peter's thought of using her sucking to rid his mind of homosexuality had disappeared and he now thought only of Connie's cunt as simply a terrific cunt, not a medication.
And so it was with Connie. She was no longer thinking of his cock as something to make her forget a fake rubber one. Peter's cock was now a terrific cock. And it was to be sucked ... sucked to nothingness.
The odd mutual expression reached the ultimate in height as Peter's cock suddenly jerked violently. Connie knew it was her reward and she increased her sucking viciously. In a blinding flash, a gigantic mass of hot cream shot into her mouth and she struggled to accept it all. Soon she was overpowered by its volume and swallowed as fast as she could. It was not sufficient and some of his precious cream trickled out her mouth.
As he shot one of the greatest loads he could ever recall, Peter's body reacted violently. His mouth was starving for her body so much that he stretched his tongue into her as much as possible. Licking at the inside of her cunt walls, he could feel how warm they became as she sucked at him. When his own greatest pulsation came, her cunt walls inflamed.
They were not only warmer but quivering. Connie was beginning an extremely high muscular orgasm and Peter licked at the few droplets of fluid that reached his tongue. The quiver lasted all through his own orgasm but as his own passion began to subside, the throb within her cunt became gigantic.
Peter had his hands on Connie's ass while they sucked and he could feel the quiver now developing within her cheeks. An extremely intense orgasm was about to hit Connie and Peter was almost glad his was almost gone. He wanted his senses working when it hit her. He wanted to enjoy what he had brought on.
It was almost sadistic but Peter sucked harder and harder. Her ass shook more and more violently. The warmth of her cunt walls was now almost hot to his touch and the cream developed a different texture. Hotter and hotter the cunt became and suddenly Connie screamed out.
"Oh, Lord! I've never shot like this before ... never! Ah ... I don't think I'll be able to live with it. Peter, Peter ... my darling, oh, my darling, drink of me."
Peter was doubly glad she finished sucking him for he enjoyed hearing her scream for him. His orgasm was completely satisfying and he thought when it ended all had ended. But it certainly hadn't.
With his strong hands pushing her cheeks further into his face Connie felt completely at his mercy and told him so.
"I'm all yours, Peter. My cunt is now all yours. Eat it, drink it suck it. Whatever you want, my darling. Do whatever you wish."
Peter wasn't doing it all alone, for her cunt lips were actively rubbing his mouth and she squeezed on his tongue with all the power she could gather.
Her orgasm struck with such intensity that she nearly pumped her body out of his grasp. The strong pulsations that shot through her body were felt by Peter as her hot cunt walls secreted fluid.
Peter knew the female did not deliver a liquid orgasm like the male but at this moment he would have disputed all his medical training. Connie's intense passion and Peter's demands had produced so much liquid that be found himself delightfully sucking huge quantities. ("Whatever it is, I just love it.")
Both were completely spent as they relaxed for a long period of time. Peter was the first to speak and he repeated over and over again, "What are we going to do now? What are we going to do now?"
Connie looked up at him and kissed him gently on the shoulder. "Can't we just simply go back to school ... and can't I visit you here every so often?"
"But, darling Connie, we would be creating dual lives and that's a characteristic I've just been trained to cure. How could I allow myself to do that to us?
"I could accept it, I think, but it would be so cruel to do it to you. I like you too much to hurt you, Connie. I've just got to find an answer."
"Dear Peter, I'm not concerned. Really I'm not. After all, don't I have a psychiatrist's couch to come to if ever I'm in need?"
CHAPTER SIX
Freshman Ruth Atkins had only been a student at Richardson University for three months. Her wish to learn more of the life sciences was gradually being satisfied by her studies but her appetite for sexual gratification was not.
She consented to the demands of many fellow students after pleasant dates but each affair left her more frustrated than before. Some of her partners were aggressive and gave Ruth little chance to attain satisfaction and others tried, and tried hard, but without success.
As Ruth sat in her private room about a half-mile from the school campus, her mind began to drift back to one of the few sexual experiences that was pleasant for her.
The most exceptional one, she remembered, was when she gave her virginal cherry to Harold ... the boy in her junior high school class ... the one with the big ears.
Ruth had stayed late at school one winter afternoon and during her walk home became frightened. The extremely short days and a nearing snowstorm had darkened the skies to an almost-night appearance. Being twelve and being scared is quite a combination and after only a half-dozen blocks, Ruth knocked on the door of the Adamson house.
Fourteen-year-old Harold opened the door. He had had a crush on Ruth ever since the start of the school year, but could never gather enough courage to do anything about it.
Could he now?
Harold could not have been more in the mood to do something about his desire for Ruth than right now. He knew he was alone in the house and was just about to masturbate, would he have to now?
Harold frequently "jerked his peter" as he called it, and when Ruth rang the doorbell he was reading one of his father's medical books. It was not a homework assignment but anytime Harold found himself alone in the large two-story house, he would run to his father's study. The father, an obstetrician, had an extensive collection of books, some of which easily excited Harold. Many times he would read of a physician's pre-natal examination and the procedure to Harold became not a medical necessity but a good way to feel up a woman. The words and pictures usually excited Harold to a point he would dash to the bathroom and delightfully bring on a masturbation flow.
He was almost at that point when Ruth arrived.
"Why, hi Ruth, what brings you here?"
Ruth didn't dare admit she was too frightened to walk home, so asked if Harold's sister was home.
"No, she and my mom went downtown to buy a sweater ... but they'll be home soon." (The "soon" was at least an hour off but he wasn't going to tell Ruth.) "C'mon let's go sit by the fire, you sure look cold."
Ruth was far more frightened of the outside weather and darkness than of Harold and the two sat by a wooden fire in the large family room.
Harold excused himself for a moment and dashed to his father's study. He had left "Pre-Natal Care and the Obstetrician" open on the desk and Harold quickly put it back where it belonged. As he slipped the book in place, Harold looked at the plastic figure of the female body his father kept on his desk and ran his hand between her legs. "Hi baby," he whispered, "thanks for the loan of the cunt ... but I got me a real one and I think I'm going to get my cherry busted. Maybe she's got one too, but I don't really care."
When he returned to the family room, Ruth had her feet up on a hassock and her head was tilted over the couch edge. Harold saw her eyes were shut and he quietly walked up to her and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
He halfway expected her to jump at him for his forwardness but he wanted to gamble. And he won.
Ruth opened her eyes and smiled. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I hope you liked the kiss, Ruth ... I've liked you for a long time. I guess I never got the chance before to tell you. Can I sit here?"
Harold chose a position near Ruth and he told her to relax. His suggestion that she take it easy worked and in no time, her head tilted onto his shoulder.
For a few moments both were silent. Her head relaxed ... and so did his hands. It wasn't easy to keep from touching her but Harold was certain if he rushed it, all would be lost. ("I'm out to get this cherry ... and I'll take all the time I need.")
As Harold told of his desire to touch her, he pushed his body as close to Ruth as possible and placed his hand on her lap.
"Oh, Harold, it's nice to have you so close and it's real groovy to be touched by you. I hope you won't take too long."
"Gee, Ruth, I was afraid I would be too fast."
That was all Harold said for the next half hour. From that point on his fingers, his legs and his pulsating body did all the talking. His first move was to run his fingers along Ruth's thighs and it made them both quiver so much he had to steady her with his other hand.
Neither felt the other was too amateurish about their technique for it was very new-and very exciting-to both.
Ruth's short skirts enabled Harold to fondle her thighs without going under her dress but soon his roaming fingers went further. They crept slowly, but surely, closer to her cunt. Ruth was ecstatic as his fingers neared her very exciting crotch and the moment he touched hair was one of the most beautiful experiences of her life. As her short hairs reached through the sheer pantie material they bent under the pressure of his fondling. For a time, earlier, Ruth wasn't sure whether she would let all this happen, but now she knew everything had to happen. "I know he's going to break my cherry and I bet the pleasure will be so powerful I won't have any pain at all.")
Harold had learned of the clitoris from his father's books and he rubbed and rubbed where he thought it should be. Ruth knew nothing of the small inconspicuous item but when he found it, she knew something was at the upper section of her cunt. Happily, they both enjoyed the massage between her legs. Harold felt the crotch material was getting damper as he played with her and he tried to slip his fingers under the pantie.
Ruth was too excited to talk but she managed to repeat two words: "too tight, too tight!"
Harold correctly interpreted her brief message as an invitation to remove her panties and quickly did so. Ruth allowed them to slip from her body and his hand quickly returned to her bare cunt. Feeling it without any pantie was just too exciting for him to bear and he stood up. In a moment, Harold's pants dropped and Ruth uttered a little shriek.
There was no surprise as she saw Harold standing before her, with no clothes below his waist. When his pants dropped, his under-shorts went with them and the hard-on she now saw was enormous. Ruth knew that the "thing" boys had between their legs grew "so they could get in girls" but she never realized the size involved. Ruth could hardly know that most fourteen-year old boys were not able to build five-inch hard-ons ... but Harold was an exception.
When he sat down next to her, Ruth wanted to feel what it was like to have that huge piece of flesh within her. With Harold still in a sitting position, she straddled him, placing a knee on each side of his lap. With her naked cunt poised directly over his massive hard-on, she bent over to kiss him. Teasing herself she lowered her body gently down upon the hardened cock. Neither knew of this popular form of woman-above fucking, yet the position came about as if accomplished successfully a hundred times before.
Ruth could not have known the position was considered the best when the woman was a virgin. Harold had read that in one of his father's books but had long since forgotten it. His cock was so hot, so big, and so wet all he could think of was the lowering of her body upon him. The hard-on kept his cock standing so straight that it would have torn its way through many things stronger than a female wall of virginity.
Ruth kept kissing him as she lowered herself down ... down ... down. Suddenly she felt his cock's soft head hitting an obstruction. Bewildered that only an inch of his cock was within her, she asked what could be wrong.
Harold didn't wait to explain the toughness of a virgin wall and how it had to be broken, he just reached up for her two shoulders and tried to push her down on him. Ruth got the idea and started to bounce up and down. The movement continued for several minutes until one of the downward strokes suddenly pushed her all the way to his stomach. Ruth was more amazed than hurt when she felt her stomach touch his. It was more surprise than excitement and when she looked down, the pitch of excitement heightened.
"Ooh, Harold, all of you is inside ... what do we do now?"
"Since you're on top, I can't do the pounding, you have to. Just keep up the bouncing. That'll start the two of us off in no time."
Ruth wasn't sure what he meant by "off" but she knew what pounding meant. And she did.
Up and down Ruth bounced and the pain of her virginity loss was soon drowned by the pleasure of their fuck. The hard-on never diminished and she felt thoroughly stretched by the massiveness within her.
The pleasure of her movement soon indicated what shooting off meant and she gradually increased the intensity of her pounding. Harold was delighted she was humping more fiercely as he felt his cock was about to shoot hot white cream in huge amounts.
Although his past experiences were all hand-pumping, Harold knew his first fuck was going as great as possible. A tremendous load was ready to flow and he was sure her cunt would shoot along with him. The first-timers were doing as well as highly experienced sexual partners.
Ruth stopped her passionate kissing and said she felt something was going to happen inside. "Is that what shooting off is? If it is, I'm going to shoot off. Do boys do it at the same time?"
Harold had so much of a load he told Ruth to continue pounding and when she started shooting off...."I'll let mine go."
Ruth was glad it could work that smoothly and increased the tempo of her pounding. Up and down she worked her cunt lips. His cock soon was covered by a thick layer of clear cream. Harold looked at his fiery cock and thought Ruth must be adding some juice. ("I sure didn't work up that much ... this gal must be creaming like crazy.")
Ruth came to her climatic end with a shriek that almost scared Harold but he knew she was experiencing her first fuck-orgasm. That was all the signal he needed and he released the hold he had on his cock. In a blinding flash, a hot stream of male cream shot into her body and with such intensity Ruth moaned. Her face looked contorted by pain but it was actually a most pleased expression. His hot juice soothed the pain of her virgin loss and she released quantities of cunt cream.
The mixture of their fluids trickled down his spent cock and collected in his thickly-matted hair. As the hot pulsations of their mutual stream merged within her body, they both shook violently. Harold had been trying to hold on to Ruth's ass but her intense quivering threw his hands to his side. The shaking of both bodies lasted for what they thought was a very long time. As the hot ebb of passion finally subsided, Ruth leaned her head forward and they both slipped into a half sleep. It was a very odd position for two persons asleep but the intensity of the fuck was so completely overpowering.
How long they sat that way they didn't know, but they both heard the sound of a key slipping into the front door lock.
"My God, someone's coming ... quickly, Ruth, grab your clothes and get in the bathroom. I'm sup posed to be doing my homework, so you come back to the kitchen when you're dressed and we'll pretend we were doing homework together."
It was excellent advice and the two literally flew at the task of pretense.
When Harold's mother and sister walked in, the youth was sitting at the kitchen table, his and Ruth's school books were open before him ... and he was completely dressed.
Ruth Atkins' first sexual experience was such a pleasant one she repeated intimacies with her first lover many times for more than a year. It ended only when Harold's family moved away and Ruth immediately sought sexual relief by joining her school's underground sex club.
To her dismay, no matter who her partner was or what he did, Ruth could no longer attain sufficient relief. When she went on to Richardson University her insatiable appetite soon became widely known and her phone was often busy.
On that late afternoon when she thought of that beautiful first time with Harold, Chuck Dickinson called.
A pre-med student now in his sophomore year, Chuck asked Ruth if she would like to be a special guest at his club's private meeting that evening.
Ruth Atkins was not one to question the intentions of any invitation and quickly accepted.
Later when she arrived at Chuck's large apartment, she was introduced to four of his buddies, each of whom was a Richardson student. A unique ceremony began with she seated on a low chair and the five standing around her.
The lights were dimmed and music was heard in the distance. The men started to walk around her as if they were the cogs of a wheel and she the hub. Ruth knew she could have demanded to know what was going on but she was enjoying it. She didn't want to spoil it.
The music stopped very abruptly and the lights were turned on. Immediately in front of her was Mike Malone.
Somehow, without being told, Ruth guessed the entire game and she held out her hand. Mike took it and led her to a nearby bedroom.
"This bird sure wants to get in its nest, how about you, baby?"
"Well, I'm not exactly fighting the idea ... I think I'd make a pretty good partner. Let's go."
They immediately cuddled in bed and began to remove the other's clothes. If Mike thought he was hot for screwing, he was hopelessly outclassed by Ruth. She was very hot.
"C'mon, Mike-let's see the kind of hard-on you can give me."
Mike had hot gals before but this one was way ahead of him. Way ahead. His cock was only slightly enlarged and not the slightest bit wet when Ruth grabbed it and put it between her legs. It rested immediately outside her cunt and she asked Mike to begin a rubbing session. It was fine with Mike but the only lubrication was from her cunt and he felt embarrassed by his apparent impotence.
Ruth was not dismayed. She had a hunch she would be screwed by all five of the members so was deter mined to get it five different ways and in five different degrees.
"This guy is undoubtedly the coldest, so I'll work my way up. By the time I get my fourth cock out of the way, I ought to be ready for the hottest of all." Ruth's thought was closer to reality than she realized and she proceeded to work on the cool Mike.
Ruth's partner kept working his cock back and forth past her cunt lips but the small amount of juice he could provide did little to excite either of them. Finally, she could take it no longer and rolled him over on his back. Straddling him with her body she got on her knees and brought her open cunt directly down on his brief hard-on.
She quickly began to pump away and Mike was almost motionless as if he was glad to have her jerk him off. His cock may have been inside her cunt but he felt she was using its soft lips as he used his hands a hundred times before.
A small orgasm was coming to Ruth and she decided to fuck with it rather than let it drift off. It came closer and closer to her and her pounding became more and more violent. When Mike's small discharge shot into her and met her orgasm, his was nearly lost in the encounter. Her flow, as small as it was, exceeded his meager attempt many times.
Ruth got off the poor attempt at a lover and walked to the door. "Send in your next best!"
The four remaining guys didn't know quite how to handle that kind of a request but a few moments later, Jimmy Andrews was lying naked by her side.
Ruth felt sure each one who came to bed would be progressively better. She could not have possibly known it would work out that way, but she was certain it would.
Jimmy was out to prove he could out-fuck any of the group and he wasted no time with preliminaries. He rolled Ruth onto her back and jumped on top. His goal of perfection: hurry it in there and shoot before the gal knows what's happening.
And Jimmy was successful in accomplishing his goal.
His hardened cock spread her legs before she even got settled and he was pumping away in no time. Ruth was willing to cooperate and sent out an orgasm to match his but he wasn't going to wait for anything. Not even cooperation from the gal he was fucking. Ruth felt the hot cream shoot in, but her body was so cool she couldn't tell whether it could have been a good one or not.
"Now, how's that baby," Jimmy said as he wiped his quickly-shrinking cock on the sheet.
"Well, it was a lot ... I guess. You know if you screw like that all the time, not many gals are going to want you back. Hell, I hardly straightened my pillow and I felt the cream spurt in. I know gals usually need more time than fellows do ... but this was ridiculous."
"Tough, kiddo. If your cunt is too cold to fuck right away, you just need more practice. I like 'em quick. You must be one of those frigid ones I read about."
"Yeah, sure ... do me a favor oh, hot one ... send in another guy. Maybe he will at least let me get in bed before he shoots his load."
Number three was Cal Mclntyre, and it only took a few seconds for Ruth to learn her latest would do much better than the others.
Cal was a charmer and he began with Ruth's breasts.
"Gee, it's good to have my tits played with, I was beginning to think guys didn't do anything with them anymore. That Mike guy hardly knew I had a cunt so I'm sure he never knew there were other parts to me and that Jimmy ... cripes, there's a guy gals can do without. I love to fuck but I don't care for this 'lay down gal, here I come, bang-bang, and good-bye.' He's a jerk, doesn't he know a fuck is a hell of a lot more fun if two do it?"
Cal intended for two people to do it and he continued the sweet calm feel of her breasts. Soon the nipples hardened and they were warm to his touch. He was sitting up, leaning on the bed headboard, and Ruth was resting on his strong shoulders. She was glad to have a slow relaxing sex preliminary that her eyes closed and she was almost motionless. His hand roamed across her chest and she could feel the slow work-up toward a terrific climax. She began to think maybe the club's best fucker was going to be the third guy, but she told herself not to think of any other guy at the moment.
Ruth could detect his body beginning to quiver and his hands began to roam further and further down her beautiful body. As the sweet touch of his fingers neared her cunt area, she could feel the presence of a rushing orgasm and she was surprised it could be that close. Was it one to match this great guy now with her or was it in response to the hurry-up-and-fuck guy who just left? Her eyes were still closed as his fingers began to fondle her clitoris and in an instant cunt juice was being rubbed over her crotch.
It was a beautiful feeling and when several of his fingers worked their way into her, Ruth felt the orgasm working closer and closer. Gradually it was more than just a small section of one finger but the entire length of two, then three! With that much in a very hot cunt, Ruth began to squirm more and more and for a moment she thought she might flow even without a cock. That would be strange, she thought. "It's never happened before, but maybe it would be worth trying once."
Cal was also getting very hot and he knew a fingerfuck was a distinct possibility. Like Ruth, he had never done it before, but he asked himself...."what happens to my cock if I use my fingers for screwin'?"
The answer to his dilemma came about quite easily when Ruth opened her eyes for the first time and saw his rubber-covered cock.
"What the hell is that for?"
Cal told her he slipped one on while he was waiting his turn. "When I know a fuck is coming up, my cock drips like crazy. A rubber is great to keep from losing the stuff and if a gal insists I wear one, well...."
Ruth took hold of his cock and expressed delight in feeling how smooth it slid within its own juice. She didn't realize her handling his already-throbbing cock would bring it to orgasm and her play became more and more intense. In response Cal worked his fingers within her cunt more fiercely. Suddenly he called out.
"Hey, this is great ... different ... let's bring each other on ... okay? Ooh, your rubbing is ... is ... it's too late, it's too late ... is yours ... is yours?" Ruth knew she had brought on his flow and only an instant later his fingers did a thorough job of fucking for him. A stream of warm fluid met his exciting fingers and she delightfully gave her all to the first hand orgasm demanded of her. Cal had often masturbated into a rubber but this was the first time anyone did it for him ... and the first time he was able to finger-fuck at the same time.
It was new for both ... and it was delightful for both.
Ruth was glad to send the first guy away, happy the second one left when he did, and now sorry to see the third leave. "It sure was different to have his fingers bring me on like that. And that rubber! I never realized a guy came that much. Wow!"
Number four was Carl Baker and he was talkative. In fact he talked so much during every step of his lovemaking that Ruth was about ready to call the whole thing off. He wasn't cold, in fact was a better lover than the others, "but he just wouldn't shut up," Ruth moaned to Chuck Dickinson.
Chuck would be the fifth guy to fuck her in less than an hour and Ruth was sure the coming session would be the best of all. Burying her head in his broad shoulders she asked why she had to bother with the others. "It's really you I want ... it always was. You're not like them."
Ruth was quite right. Whatever Chuck chose to do or say pleased her greatly and when he wrapped his arms around her nude body she told him she was all his. "I'm all yours baby, ask anything ... you'll get it."
Chuck asked if she ever got screwed from behind and when Ruth said "not very often" he rolled her onto her stomach.
He immediately slipped his wet cock between her legs and a quantity of clear cream spread onto her cunt surface. The rear-entry angle brought his cock into direct contact with her clitoris and she jerked as each thrust rubbed the extremely sensitive organ.
She knew he was creaming greatly as her cunt lips were coated more and more with an apparent endless supply of fluid from his body.
Ruth's body started to squirm as he reached under her and cupped each hand on a soft lovely breast. The nipples immediately hardened and moistened as he fondled at the most tender portion of her lovely frame. As Ruth looked at her breasts and watched his fingers caressing so beautifully she could guess why he wanted to screw from the back.
"I bet he loves tit play and this position sure lets him do it easily." Her thought was right and Chuck continued to play with her breasts until a drop of milk appeared at each nipple.
Ruth's eyes sparkled as she looked down and saw his cock head suddenly appear between her legs. Its red brightness looked so strange, yet so beautiful, as it pushed its way out ... then disappear again. There was no doubt he was coating her with considerable cream as his cock ejected several drops each time it appeared in front of her. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before the head no longer appeared but instead rammed its way up into her hot cunt. His strokes were coming more rapidly now and his hands on her breast were squeezing more tightly. She couldn't see his body but she could feel its movements along her back. It was quivering more and more and she knew a beautiful fuck was but moments away. Ruth was enjoying watching his cock and hands so much she almost forgot her own body. But not entirely.
The gentle strokes soon became hard pounding and the cockkisses on her clitoris were quickly bringing her to the point of orgasm. She knew she had shot a considerable amount in recent hours "but when that cock disappears into me, I'm going to fuck like never before. I'm sure of it." Ruth wasn't wrong.
After a few more strokes, his stomach started striking her ass like a huge hammer. His cock reared back for the big stroke but instead of coming out in front, shot up into her awaiting cunt. So hungry was she for a penetration such as his, she could feel all her muscles jerk in unison as a huge load was readied to send out to meet his.
His pounding into her soft ass only lasted a half a dozen times and a gigantic bolt suddenly shot through her body. A mutual orgasm hit with such intensity that both bodies shook violently. Ruth nearly lost his cock as severe quivering nearly ejected him from her cunt.
Chuck sent every possible drop into her and when the high tide of passion finally ebbed, they both felt the sweetness of sleep come over them.
It was a brief rest and when they awakened, his cock was still within her body. Ruth raised her upper leg and Chuck shifted to the man-above position. No words were said as they quickly brought about another successful mutual orgasm. They couldn't fight sleep the second time and they slept the entire night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joyce Reynolds was a hot little dish and many male students at Richardson University knew it. Rarely was a party given without extending an invitation to the unofficial queen of Zeta Tau fraternity. Joyce had won that title when she took on the organization's entire seven-member executive board in a torrid three-hour session.
At one party Joyce met Bob Bracken, a five-foot, ten-inch football star from a nearby school. His exceptionally broad shoulders and strong chest immediately caught Joyce's eye and she made every effort to meet the newcomer.
What Joyce wants, Joyce usually gets.
"Hi, my name's Joyce, you're Bob, aren't you? Fullback for Daly, right?"
"Yeah, hi ... well, you're one up on me. I don't know any more than your handle is Joyce. You regularly come to these parties?"
"Oh, yes, very often. We have real blasts here."
"Yeah, I've heard about some, but I'm a one-gal guy mostly. I don't care for this changing partners bit. Wouldn't you like one real good guy ... I mean real good."
"Sure, but most guys don't want to settle for the same piece all the time. They're the ones who want to do all the changing, we gals just have to go along with the tide, I guess."
"Well, I'm different than most of the guys here then."
"You got a regular gal, Bob?"
"To be honest, no, after a while most of them think they might get too serious so they cut it off. Are you the serious type, Joyce?"
"I suppose I will one day but I feel young and free now. If I were any guy's 'regular' I'd be a damn good regular I'll tell you. Is this an offer?"
"Let me put it this way ... if you got a special delivery letter tomorrow asking you to spend the weekend somewhere ... and I was at the somewhere, would you go?"
"Golly, Bob, I heard you're a good football player but very little about your other activities. Isn't there some way to know you better?"
"Yes ... read the letter when it arrives."
Joyce and Bob spoke little to each other the rest of the evening and when Joyce was later propositioned about a short-time in one of the party's special backrooms, she declined. "I'm sorry, I can't ... I'm expecting a very special letter." The answer bewildered the youth who asked and he never figured out what Joyce meant.
The next afternoon when Joyce returned to her dorm after school, a special delivery letter was given her by Mrs. Booker, the dorm mother. "Dear Miss Reynolds:
Congratulations on your prize-winning entry in the Gregory Company's 'White Soap' contest.
Gregory's Board of Directors has voted your essay as a second-place winner and you have won a weekend stay at the famous Hendrickson Chalet at Lake Blossom. Railroad tickets to the popular resort community are enclosed.
All arrangements have been made to make your stay a most memorable one.
Mrs. Edna Reynolds, who will be your chaperone during your stay, will await your train.
We trust your holiday will be a happy one.
Most Sincerely, Robert Bracken Executive Vice-President Gregory Company."
"Hey, Mrs. Booker, look at this, will you. I won a week-end trip to the mountains!"
"That's wonderful, Joyce, what did you have to do?"
"I ... I ... ah, wrote a 25-words-or-less type of thing about their product."
"Well, what product?"
"What product ... ah, ah, Gregory White Soap, of course, just like the letter said. I wrote that no girl is clean unless her clothes are washed in Gregory White Soap. Silly, wasn't it?"
"Oh, I don't know ... you won an all-expenses-paid trip, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I really did."
"Now, you be sure and wear your best clothes on the trip, dear."
Several days later a very happy girl stepped from The Mountain Snow Special ... an express train that each Friday whisks thousands of city dwellers to the snow-covered Rockies. As Joyce stepped from the train, she immediately saw Bob Bracken. They walked toward each other. Joyce spoke first.
"Mr. Robert Bracken, executive vice-president of the Gregory Company?"
"Yes, ma'am. I see you're wearing Gregory-washed clothes, so as an added prize may I escort you to an all-expenses-paid taxi ride ... to my pad."
The two laughed as they walked to the waiting cab.
They sat very close as the taxi sped to their weekend hide-away. No words were spoken as the two held hands. Their eyes did all the "talking" during the fifteen-minute drive and when the taxi arrived at its destination, the driver didn't have the heart to break the spell. Finally he reminded his passengers...."we're here, kids."
Bob carried Joyce's luggage into the small apartment and when the door was closed, they kissed in the deepest embrace either had experienced in many weeks. If anyone could have seen them, the scene would easily have been thought as the first private moment on a honeymoon or at a time when a serviceman comes home after a year abroad.
Bob slipped his hand under Joyce's coat and could have easily caressed under her blouse but made an obvious point not to.
Joyce caught the sudden turn-about and it bothered her. She finally had to ask...."why the coldness all of a sudden?"
"Why honey, I haven't been turned off, I still like you a lot. A heck of a lot. I just thought that since we have our own pad, a whole week-end, why not go the whole married bit ... you know, a kiss on the ear while you're washing the dinner dishes, drying your back for you after a shower, and not being afraid to go to sleep after a good bed-session."
Joyce became so excited to hear Bob describe their week-end she quickly forgot the misunderstanding. This time they kissed and Bob did caress her breasts.
"I guess I can do that after all ... even married people do that once in awhile, don't they?"
Joyce smiled and squeezed Bob's hand very hard. It was the only move she could make to indicate how she felt.
After Joyce unpacked and the two enjoyed an excellent steak dinner, they went to the sink. "You certainly bought some beautiful steaks, Bob. Do you like to shop? I do. I bet we could really run a nice home, huh?"
Bob indicated his agreement by bending over and kissing her on the ear. Joyce, whose hands were in hot soapy water, said...."I wondered how long it would be before you did that. Remember what you said before?"
"I sure do, Joyce, and I know how I felt before too."
After they dried their hands, Joyce felt like playing the game of married life and turned to Bob. "Darling, shall we see if the baby's asleep." Bob looked up with a very surprised expression, then realized what Joyce meant. Going along with the game, he extended his hand and the two walked toward the bedroom.
Once inside the little room, Bob wrapped his right arm around Joyce's waist ... as his left closed the door behind them.
The gleam in Joyce's eyes was shining bright as he brought his face down onto hers. Their kiss was very warm, very long, and increasingly passionate. As their lips pressed together, Bob's hand ran across her back. Its path was circular and as it moved from her waist across her back, his fingers slipped into her blouse. Joyce wore no slip and his hand was soon attempting to unhook her bra. It was delightful for Joyce, she so much enjoyed having a man's hand working on the task of undressing her.
When the bra was unhooked, the thin nylon material fell to her side and Bob could immediately tell her breasts were as firm as when confined. He pulled her toward him and the feeling of squeezed breasts were very exciting to his manly frame.
As Joyce continued to stand happily within his arms, Bob's hands rested directly on her breasts. The first instant Joyce felt his hands upon one of her highest points of passion she quivered so much, she thought she might lose her balance.
Bob steadied her by holding her around the waist and after a few moments, ran his hand down the skirt zipper. In perfect synchronization, Joyce stepped back and the skirt fell to the floor. Bob's hands immediately traveled beneath her waist and when they caressed the ultra sheer pantie, he stepped back to see what felt so good.
"That's a beautiful pair of panties, Joyce ... I'm sure glad you wear such nice things."
"Well, it's kind of funny, but my dorm mom said I should wear my very best things for this chaperone I'm supposed to be staying with ... isn't that a blast?"
With the gorgeous sight of black panties on her lower torso, Bob quickly helped Joyce to remove her blouse. "Now I can see a real good-looking gal. Boy, when you stand there with black panties and bra, I could just cream away at the sight."
"Now, you're not going to do that, my dear Bob ... you keep all the cream for the right moment, okay?"
Bob smiled his agreement and reached for Joyce's bra. Already unhooked, it fell away quite easily. His passionate desire for a black pantie and bra was not diminished when he saw her breasts were no longer covered with black material.
Joyce's well-formed and sturdy breasts were shaped exactly as before. "I wouldn't want to share you with anyone, Joyce, but you sure could wear see-through blouses. Your breasts don't need a bra at all. They're so nice and firm ... round ... tender ... just beautiful."
As Bob described her beautiful bustline, his hands wrapped around her body once again and compressed the breasts between them. He had done it before when they were dressed but now her breasts were nude and it felt so wonderful.
Joyce felt somewhat cheated to have her nude breasts squeezed into his stiff shirt and ran her fingers along his waist pulling the shirt out of his slacks. As their warm kiss lingered on, she unbuttoned his shirt and quickly parted it.
When her warm nipples touched his bare skin, Joyce felt they were now hot nipples. They throbbed as they touched Bob's body and in seconds grew larger and warm to the touch.
The touch of their chests was so exciting, Joyce rubbed her body on his to feel the exquisite sensation of body contact. It continued for several minutes and as Joyce reached down to unbuckle his trouser belt, Bob reached for her panties.
He rolled the thin black material to her hips and when it passed the outer curvature of her legs, he let go. Joyce then wiggled her body so the pantie would fall. As it did, so did his trousers.
And there they stood ... in complete nudity and loving every moment of it. Joyce's breasts were almost completely flattened by their intense hold on one another, and the pressure on Bob's chest was very thrilling to each of them.
His cock had been in a half-hard-on stage almost all evening but in the past few seconds, changed from a three-inch "finger" to a five-inch rock. The enlargement came about so rapidly that it could go nowhere except between her legs. Joyce was delighted to accept the sudden addition to their sex play and she parted her legs slightly.
A tremendous quantity of clear cream had been oozing from his cock and it slid between her legs quite easily. It excited the both of them so much neither wanted the movement to stop.
Bob had to beg they not continue the movement any longer...."or I'll just shoot the whole darn load outside your cunt, and I don't think you want it like that. Do you?"
"Oh, no, darling ... let's lay down or ... say, how about trying to get in while you're standing. I've never had it that way, have you?"
"Well, no ... okay, we'll give it a try."
The passage of Bob's cock shifted up to her cunt opening and as both it and his cock were so wet, he easily slid into her body. His throbs were a bit difficult as he had to send the hot mass in an upward motion and he was five inches taller than Joyce.
An orgasm was only seconds away in Bob's body and he asked Joyce if she felt she could come in their unusual position. "Why sure, darling ... I'm always close to shooting when a cock is as large as that. C'mon, sweetheart, you just fuck away and leave the rest to me.
Bob would have rather been in a soft bed atop Joyce...."but what the hell, I've got all week-end!"
Figuring the first fuck could be as Joyce wished, he started to pound upward although he found his height an extreme handicap. When the beginning sensation of orgasm came to his body, the new position became enjoyable to him. Bob now liked the position and wouldn't have fallen into bed had he had the chance.
Joyce could feel his male flow was about to shoot and she began to roll her ass within his hands. In seconds she was sure her cunt would join him in a violent spasm. The upward fuck continued for several long moments and suddenly a blinding flash shot through Bob's tall body.
Muscles up and down his long legs became like jelly and he began to crumple. As he started to collapse under the delightful strain of orgasm, Joyce felt his still-spurting cock slide downward. Not wanting to lose the delightful sensation, she held his body as tightly as possible and kept him from falling in a heap.
The heavy volume of his flow could not be handled within her cunt and it slowly dribbled down both their legs. The orgasm within Joyce was intensely muscular and she didn't know if she would be able to keep them both standing...."but I will, I will."
As Bob's tremendously-spent cock began to shrink out of her body, Joyce squeezed her cunt lip muscles as tightly as possible. "I don't want it out yet, Bob, please darling, don't let it out yet."
Not able to control the slowly diminishing cock, Bob held Joyce as tightly as he could. "If I can't stop it from shrinking, at least I'll stay inside while I'm small."
The strategy worked and soon Joyce could feel the smallness of a non-active cock as it rested within her body. Each kept arms tightly about the other to keep their bodies from separating.
Both knew if his cock ever slipped out, Bob would not be able to get it back in...."well, not for awhile, Joyce, a guy's got to rest a few minutes at least, you know."
"Couldn't you rest your beautiful rod inside?"
"Yeah, sure, we can give it a try, but let's get on that nice soft bed."
Holding onto each other, the two shuffled their legs closer to the bed and when they neared the edge, they slowly toppled over. Bob did his best to preserve as much cock size as possible and Joyce squeezed her cunt lips as tightly as she could. Finally they rolled onto the bed as one unit. The mutual juice of their fuck had now spread over their thighs and stomachs and it made the tight contact an exciting and slippery one. They enjoyed it immensely.
Soon a sliding action began and they began to roll on every inch of the king-size bed. The cream of orgasm was such a delightful lubricant that they held onto each other and enjoyed the motion as much as the fuck itself.
The excitement of the rubbing began to take effect on his small cock and it began to enlarge within her.
"Ooh, darling ... I've never felt that before. I've seen hard-ons grow and I've felt lots of them go like mad in some guy's pants, but I never had it happen inside me. Ooh, that's nice."
Her cunt opening had shrunken to a size only large enough for a small cock, but as the hard-on came on, a new sensation hit Joyce. As the cock grew, the opening widened. The cunt lips rolled open producing a feeling she had never before experienced. It had often been done by a penetrating cock...."but it never felt like this!"
The first-time feeling for Joyce was matched by Bob who also had never experienced a hard-on coming on while inside a cunt. "Yeah, baby, it sure feels different. I can tell the cunt wall is shaking as I widen the hole. Yeah, this is really something. That's for sure."
Stomachs continued to slide together as the once two-inch cock returned to the five full inches that earlier shot volumes of hot cream into her.
"Oh, my sweet Joyce ... I had hoped we would spend many hours in this bed, try out lots of positions and have one heck of a sex week-end. Now I'm sure that's how it will be. You've only been here a couple of hours and already every moment has been just great. How do you want your second fuck, baby?"
The two had been rolling and he could have shot his load into her either when he was on top, or she, or when they were on their sides. "Oh, give it to me in any way, darling ... you can pump as you roll, if you want to. I really don't care."
The rolling continued and the hard-on grew. His breaths were becoming short and heavy, her breast nipples hardened and were again moist. Her tongue shot deeply into his mouth, the cream that coated the lower portions of their bodies now covered an area from waist to knees. The two were about as hot as two lovers could be and an overpowering fuck was coming closer at every fleeing instant.
"Oh, Bob ... let's roll and you fuck as we go ... please. Let me feel the wonderful delight of that hot cream shooting when you're on top, then while you're under me. I want to feel every bit of your body as it shoots high up into my very hungry cunt. Bob, Bob ... hurry ... I'm starting to shoot. Agh. It's flowing ... it's flowing ... ooh."
Bob did as she suggested and fucked as they rolled. The moment he was on top, he raised his ass up high to give him a good blast as he shot into her. An instant later when Joyce was on top, she dug her feet into the bed and pushed onto him as hard as possible.
Bob had a hand on each of her ass cheeks and when their mutual flow began, he squeezed more fluid toward her cunt. Joyce had her hands behind Bob's head and she pushed his face into hers. The kiss was as warm and deep as their cunt-cock relationship and two happier people could not have possibly existed anywhere.
Sleep gradually took over and in the last seconds of consciousness, Bob and Joyce smiled. They were too tired to talk anymore, but their eyes smiled as each realized sleep need not be feared. How many times, in the past, they thought, they had had wonderful sexual experiences during an evening ... then had to dress and run home. No, this would not be necessary this night and the two lovers held onto each other and fell asleep.
Sometime during the night they were awakened by the loud cry of a cat. "Oh, it's only Tommy and his nightly call for ass," Bob said.
Sleepily, Joyce asked, "it's who and he wants what?"
Bob went on to explain that one of his neighbors owned a male cat and that it was so horny that almost any night he would cry the breed's irritating mating call.
"Goodness, Bob, doesn't he ever get enough ... that's an awful screech. Why don't you go out and see if you can get a little girl pussy for him?" The two laughed at the two a.m. humor and Bob gave her a long sweet kiss.
"You know, Bob, that's the first kiss I ever got at two in the morning." With coy innocence, Joyce smiled, adding, "I just don't know what to do about it ... do you?"
It was the nicest invitation Bob had had for a love affair and before five more minutes passed, they again felt the exquisite delight of mutual orgasm.
"I knew it would be a wonderful night."
As the first rays of morning sun spread through Bob's and Joyce's room, they awakened and found themselves in an odd position. Joyce had her head near Bob's pillow and her feet hung over her side of the bed. The angular position was parallel to Bob's as his face was near her breast, his stomach near his pillow, and his feet hung over his side of the bed.
As Bob opened his eyes and saw the round fullness of Joyce's breasts he planted a warm kiss on the bright red nipple that was only inches from his face.
The kiss stirred Joyce and as her eyes opened she saw the broad chest of her lover. The kiss on her breast rapidly became a suckle and she was soon filled with the desire to suckle in return. She tried to cool her desire by mouthing his breast nipple but its smallness was impossible to grasp and she began to lick his lower chest.
Soon the desire to lick further down his body took over and her tongue tried to push into his navel. As Bob felt Joyce's tongue excite his body, his mouth moved away from her breast towards her navel.
Both found the small depression provided little sexual excitement and Joyce made a move toward his cock hair. A considerable amount of nearly dry orgasmic fluid lay nestled in the hair and the moisture from her mouth immediately returned it to the warm creamy stage of the night before. His small cock lay alongside but as her mouth licked at its base, it enlarged quickly to more than double its "resting" size.
The touch of her tongue near his cock was soon too much for Bob and his mouth rushed to her cunt. Immediately his tongue began to lick at her clitoris and response was imminent.
Joyce felt the almost-nothingness of her clitoris change to a hot throbbing mass. Its size immediately increased and it inflamed at the touch and suckle of his mouth.
Bob worked hard on the excited organ and when he felt it responding, he shot his tongue into her awaiting cunt. Joyce immediately reacted by licking at his cock and for several moments each felt exquisite joy in the exceptional closeness of the sixty-nine position.
Warm pre-orgasm fluid came to both of them quickly and it kindled passions to an almost uncontrollable height. Bob suckled her juice as rapidly as it could be produced and her cunt soon took on the appearance of a well-sucked fruit. Joyce struggled to swallow the quantity his body was providing and she loved every moment of it.
Joyce gradually devoured more and more of his cock and she felt it the most exciting sensation possible. As she thought of the warm, clear liquid coming into her mouth she could feel only that it was the very best way. "The very best way."
Their mutual passion reached the ultimate height as Bob's cock began to jerk violently. Joyce immediately knew a reward was soon hers and she increased her suckling to an almost vicious pace. A million flash bulbs went off as a gigantic mass of hot cream spurted into her mouth and she struggled valiantly to gather every drop of it.
Bob had already fucked Joyce three times but the volume from his sucked cock was so tremendous he momentarily froze at her cunt. It was only the briefest portion of a second but his tongue then shot deep into her. The cavity was already hot to the touch and fluid soon appeared as if from nowhere. It secreted from a million and one points and directed itself to one, his awaiting tongue. An exceptionally high muscular orgasm accompanied her fluid ejaculation and it brought on a full feeling of satisfaction. The cream shooting within her cunt made her suckle all the harder and she swallowed his cream at the fastest pace she could manage.
Not only did Joyce find it difficult to accept the high volume of his orgasm but Bob couldn't believe how much was coming from her cunt. He didn't realize much of the fluid probably came from his previous orgasms and he suckled hard and fast.
The best sixty-nine either of them had ever participated in also lasted longer than any other. Long after the mutual orgasm had become but a memory, both mouths were still licking at every possible drop that could be found. Bob not only soaked up every drop of the morning flow but any remainder of the long night. Joyce did the same and the huge, hot wet cock shrunk to an obscure, shriveled and almost dried piece of meat.
After about five minutes they realized the futility of sucking any further and fell back upon the bed. Each stared at the ceiling and congratulated themselves for planning a wonderful time with the other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The first week of November each year is a festive one at Richardson University. Homecoming week features a championship football game, bonfire parties, snow-sculpturing (when the weather cooperated) and the social highlight of the week ... a formal dance and crowning of the Homecoming Queen.
Bruce Yarborough became unofficial king of Richardson University when he intercepted a fourth-period pass thrown by Richardson's arch rival, Mountain View College, and scored a tie-breaking touchdown.
Richardson thereby won the Mountain League championship and at the evening dance, Bruce Yarborough was more in the limelight than the lovely Linda Kent, Richardson's new Homecoming Queen.
There were almost four hundred coeds and faculty wives at the dance and almost four hundred sets of female eyes were cast at the football hero during the early hours of the evening.
During the latter hours of the social event, only one set of female eyes could see Bruce Yarborough and it was the eyes of Mrs. Walter Creighton, wife of the university's Dean of Student Affairs.
Professor Creighton was old enough to be Bruce Yarborough's father, but the faculty member's wife was about 15 years his junior. The coldness of her husband had often sent Mrs. Creighton to other men, but not to one as young as Richardson's football hero of the day. Many times during the first hours of the dance she looked steadily at Bruce and thought to herself that 'there was a hunk of a man, a real hunk of a man."
Skillfully maneuvering a dance with the most-desired man of the evening, Mrs. Creighton tilted her head onto Bruce's massive shoulders. They did one entire dance in that position and when the orchestra ended the melody, they did not part. Some nearby couples noticed but no one seemed to care ... except some coeds who had been waiting for a chance to dance with the football hero.
During their second dance together, Mrs. Creighton asked Bruce if he would like to join a private party in her home. Quick to accept, Bruce asked when it would be starting.
"Oh, as soon as we get there ... shall we go?"
"But I see Professor Creighton over there somewhere."
"Oh, he'll be over later, we can go now ... you coming?"
The last two words of Mrs. Creighton were spoken in such a sultry tone that Bruce quickly answered a definite "yes."
"You have been in such demand tonight, Bruce, why don't you dance with that poor girl over there and when it's over, be outside the west entrance. Just look for a white Lincoln. I'll be waiting."
The orchestra finished the number and during the light applause that followed, Mrs. Creighton disappeared into the crowd. A tall spindly girl was at Bruce's side in seconds and her arms were outstretched before he had a chance to say hello.
Bruce held the girl lightly as he thought how beautifully curvaceous Mrs. Creighton had been. Bruce wondered why she had asked him to dance one more time but her strategy was soon realized. "Of course, how stupid of me, she was just making sure people didn't see us leave together. Great, just great. Probably very few invitations to the Creighton party and she doesn't want some of the faculty here to know. After all, she couldn't possibly invite them all. Oh, boy, I'll probably get real close to some of the top members of the administration. I'm sure college life is no different than the world waiting for us. It's not what you know, but who you know."
The dance ended and Bruce Yarborough found himself in a warm, beautiful car within a few minutes. He and Mrs. Creighton talked of the football game during the 15-minute drive to her home and when they arrived, Mrs. Creighton was the only host and Bruce, the only guest.
"Oh, nobody's here yet ... good, that will give me time to change. Mix yourself a drink, Bruce, I'll be right back."
Bruce asked why she needed to change, and Mrs. Creighton said a full-length gown is great for formal dancing...."but it's hell for anything else."
Mrs. Creighton left and Bruce went to the bar at the end of the living room. There was a large selection of liquor available and he made a screw-driver for himself. Calling to the bedroom where Mrs. Creighton was changing, he asked what her choice of drink would be.
"Oh anything you do would be ... oops, I mean anything you make would be fine, Bruce."
Relaxing on a large sofa, Bruce asked when the others were expected but he heard no answer from the bedroom. Still not realizing that no others were invited, Bruce quickly emptied his glass and immediately poured another. He had had no dinner and the second screw-driver was rapidly having an effect on him.
Mrs. Creighton had long since changed but she knew that Bruce was quite hungry, very thirsty, and she stocked a very powerful vodka. When Bruce was about halfway through his second drink, Mrs. Creighton suddenly appeared in the doorway. She wore only a thin negligee and the strong light behind her easily revealed a bikini pantie was the only other item of clothes on her body.
"My God, you're beautiful Mrs. Creighton. Just beautiful."
"You sure it isn't that second vodka that's talking, Bruce?"
"If it is ... it's just helping me. That's the most gorgeous figure I've ever seen. I guess no one else is coming ... is there?"
"No, Bruce, you're the only guest and I'm the only host....now how about me catching up on that terrific vodka?"
Bruce did not know Mrs. Creighton was the former June Collins who reigned as her state's beauty queen about seventeen years earlier. Time had not lessened her beauty at all and June Collins Creighton often stood before her full-length mirror and admired her 36-25-36 figure. The birth of a son had not distorted her figure any more than the passing years. The only change in the intervening years was that Professor Walter Creighton now preferred the body of his twenty-two-year-old secretary ... and had been a near stranger to his wife for almost two years.
Mrs. Creighton had been admiring her figure before a mirror until Bruce got to his second drink. Ever since her husband moved his sexual life from the house, she had experienced many moments of high sexual frustration.
Only a month before she had masturbated for the first time since her teen years and it made her wonder ... would she again have to fall back on hand relief? Her marriage to Walter Creighton ended a long period of self-stimulation and June Collins Creighton didn't want to return to that again. At least not if she didn't have to.
Mrs. Creighton was now thinking, "just because a good cock is younger than a cunt doesn't mean there couldn't be a good fuck, does it?" The thought was made at the very instant she bent forward and the negligee opened.
The woman could see Bruce's eyes bulging and she knew her breasts had again excited a man. The thought was stimulating, for her breasts hadn't excited any man for a very long time.
"What's the matter, Bruce, haven't you ever seen breasts before?"
"Uh, yeah ... but none like yours, Mrs. Creighton. No, not one bit."
"Thanks for the compliment, Bruce, but that 'Mrs. Creighton' sounds so out of place when you're looking at my body. Make it 'June' please."
"I bet most of the girls you've known were soon captured by your strong body. You do have a very nice body, Bruce."
As June spoke, she stood up and allowed her negligee to remain parted. The robe was so thin, Bruce could see most of her body and the view was becoming almost impossible to suppress.
"How big were some of the breasts you touched, Bruce ... no more than 34, probably. Most coeds have nothing more than a 'B' cup, and I'm sure you have never touched a 36C, have you?"
Bruce moved his head from side to side never taking his eyes from her beautiful breasts. They were simply terrific, he thought. He was right, they were terrific.
As he continued to stare, June took his hands and placed them on her breasts. They were so hungry to be caressed, she didn't care if she had to make the first move. The fact that he was about fifteen years her junior mattered not one bit.
For a few seconds she depressed his fingers on the soft flesh and it tingled everywhere on her sex-starved body. It was very exciting to Bruce as well and he soon started to fondle the exceptionally-tender breasts and without realizing it, they soon were sitting on the edge of the soft couch.
When June knew he couldn't let go of her breasts she slowly tilted back. In a few seconds she was on her back and he was sitting by her side. He could fondle more easily now and each of his hands remained cupped over a breast. Lying down had opened the robe around her legs and June kept wishing for him to notice the pretty French black bikini ... and the thick crop of hair beneath.
Bruce was enjoying June's breasts so much he couldn't think of anything else ... not even the now wet cock between his legs. The high passion on both their parts soon brought moisture to her breast nipples and Bruce stared at them with bright, hungry eyes.
"They look good, don't they, Bruce? Ever taste the beautiful milk good breasts can make? You probably haven't ... younger girls can't make stuff like I can. Go ahead ... It's okay. Taste them."
The invitation was just what Bruce needed and he bent forward to kiss the now-throbbing breasts. On his first touch they quivered and the sight of a shaking nipple captivated his passionate body. When he brought his face down on her breasts, June uttered a loud sigh. Bruce didn't hear it, he was too involved in the beautiful breast-kiss. June kept telling herself over and over...."at last, at last."
His warm kisses produced more and more milk and Bruce's passion was rapidly rising to an ultimate height. June knew what she was doing and the thought of a hot cock parting her hungry cunt lips was making her wiggle in hungry anticipation.
As Bruce remained bent over to kiss her, he steadied himself with one hand near her side. Her wiggling had brought her thigh near that hand and the moment they touched, his fingers went immediately to her body.
The touch of warm soft fingers along her thighs were soon too much for June and she took his face from her breasts and brought it to her mouth. She missed breast kissing but she hadn't felt a face near her own for so long...."oh, so long, so long" she thought.
As they kissed, his hands came up her inner thighs and finally touched the sheer black material. Her cunt hair came through the material so easily, Bruce thought her panties had already come away from her body. When he couldn't get past the tight leg band, June raised her body from the bed and Bruce slipped the panties off.
As he ran his fingers through the thick mass of hair, June couldn't take the heat of passion any longer and busily tried to remove Bruce's pants. When she unzipped his fly, his cock jumped out and stood fully erect.
"Oh, Bruce ... it's so big! I'm really going to have a wonderful screw, won't I, won't I? With a cock like that you rank with the best of 'em. The very best."
June started to handle the wet cock and countless drops of clear fluid trickled down onto her fingers. Touching the beautiful fluid for the first time in several years was just too much for June and she asked Bruce to do something...."do anything, anything ... oh, my goodness, you're creaming my cunt with your touch ... oh, Bruce, do something, anything ... and do it quickly, quickly!"
June pulled his clothes off as she cried for his body and in a few moments he mounted her from above. June's legs parted rapidly and she wrapped them around his body. As the hot cock spread her cunt lips June squeezed his bare body with her legs and the pressure was felt throughout her body. Bruce could feel the lips closing down on his cock and the feeling was closer to being sucked than he about to fuck.
"Oh, Bruce, ram it home, ram it home. Don't you worry about hurrying and ending this beautiful moment because I won't let you go ... you're going to spend the whole night here and we're going to fuck and fuck and fuck ... all night, you hear? All night!"
Bruce could hear but Bruce didn't care what he heard. All he wanted to do was shoot the most tremendous load possible. Her cunt was so much more pleasant than others he had had, that his penetration was absolutely terrific.
June was obviously more experienced in fucking, and she unwrapped her legs and dug her heels into the bed. This raised her cunt more to his angle and Bruce couldn't believe that his shaft actually went deeper on each plunge. The angle also brought June's clitoris into contact with his sliding cock and June knew she would easily join him in an orgasm.
The two fucked delightfully for a few seconds while June relished in the thought of her first fuck-orgasm in almost two years. Her thought went further and further into hot passion and it was only a matter of time, however brief, before the hot explosion shot through their bodies.
As June's orgasm came closer and closer, she began to cry, but quickly said it was a cry of happiness. "Don't you worry, dear, dear Bruce ... just fill me with the love of your body, that's all I need."
The sentence was the last Mrs. Creighton was able to utter for several minutes. When the explosion of hot orgasm struck, she gave out a loud shriek of delight.
"Ooh ... ooh ... Bruce, your, your fuck, it's great, great ... I'm going to, yes, yes, I'm coming with you ... ah ... AH ... I'm shooting, I'm shooting ... so much, so much." The pulsation within each body continued for what seemed an endless period of time. Bruce didn't think his fuck would ever end, the orgasm was the strongest, the heaviest, the most delightful he had ever experienced. The hot cream just wouldn't quit streaming into her and he could feel how the cunt was rapidly filling with the cream of both bodies.
June felt like adding to her passionate cries that it was the first in a long time but decided it was best unsaid. The volume of his fuck into her was so tremendous she thought that her husband hadn't come up with one like that even when they were first married. Silently, June thought that she would have to keep Bruce around. "He may be much younger than me but he fucks like a man, a real man."
As passion subsided, Bruce fell to her side and his face lay near her breast. His eyes closed as his body sought to rest and relax. June looked at him as he fell into a near-sleep and she smiled. "He's so young and my cunt feels so good, how can I send him away? Donald is spending the week-end at a friend's house, and Walter ... that bastard ... he won't be back until Sunday evening. I wonder ... can I get him to stay all night?" Bruce was curled up like a little baby and for a moment, June wished she could have him as her baby.
The closest she could get to feeling he was her baby would be if he "nursed" at her breast ... could she manage it?
June slowly lowered her naked, loveliness further down the extra-long couch and she pushed a breast as close to his mouth as possible. When her left nipple was within a half-inch of his mouth, she relaxed and let sleep come to her very tired, but very happy body.
How long she slept, June didn't know, but she was awakened by the slow, gentle suckle of a mouth on her breast. Bruce had just awakened and when he opened his eyes ... a beautiful 36C breast was immediately in front of him. What else would any guy in that position do?
The tenderness of his gentle suckling felt so good to June. It brought a feeling to her she had long forgotten. It was more than fifteen years since her infant son received all her nourishment from her and the delight of that period of June's life flashed back to her. In her half-asleep, June repeated over and over that her son should "suckle, my baby, suckle."
Bruce thought she was talking in her sleep and decided to ignore it. He wanted to suckle her, but he didn't want her to think of him as her baby.
"Oh, my baby, my beautiful baby ... suckle deep and hard."
Although Bruce tried to ignore what June was saying, he did suckle deeper and harder. In a little while, June excited Bruce when she began muttering about her vagina.
"Hey, that's cunt ... I wonder what she's talking about?" His interest now sparked, Bruce listened very cheerfully.
"Keep suckling me, my beautiful Donny ... you have to close my vagina, you know. That's good, keep drinking from your very happy momma. Oh, that feels so good. My vagina is closing its doors more and more. That's good, my baby, keep drinking, keep drinking.
Bruce recalled some of the material he had studied in a recent course. "Hey, now I remember. When a baby nurses, it helps close the cunt opening the baby stretched when it was born. Yeah, now it comes back to me. How about that! I fucked her cunt so wide, she wants me to suckle it closed. And I know why. She wants another fuck and she likes the feeling when I spread the lips apart. What do you know!"
Now it was okay to be called her baby Bruce thought as he returned to her breasts. He spent several minutes on one, then switched to the other. June still slept, enveloped by a very happy dream.
The suckling was truly needed by June's cunt, for although there was no birth, Bruce's huge cock had indeed stretched it considerably. The soothing effect of rest plus gentle sucking soon returned her distended cunt to its former size ... but June was already thinking of having it stretched again.
Her two-year hunger was to be fed all through the night that followed as June Collins Creighton visited again and again the wonderland she thought had long been lost.
CHAPTER NINE
The secretive departure of Bruce Yarborough and Professor Creighton's wife from Richardson's annual Homecoming Dance wasn't the only one made by those who attended the fashionable event.
Students and faculty alike found that occasional dance partners sometimes offered more "companionship" than the person originally escorted to the dance.
So it was when a half dozen students partner-swapped and headed for the large hospitable home of Danny Masters.
Danny came from a very wealthy family and he often invited large groups of students to his home when his parents were out.
Danny loved to give parties, especially when his socialite parents were attending an event, which was often. The youth often provided the Masters' five bedroom house as well as large quantities of refreshments to his many student-friends. There was a soft drink bar in the game room plus the usual accessories such as potato chips, various dips, candy and the like. There was also two well-hidden liquor bottles, a medicine bottle of pep pills, and for the forgetful type, packets of rubbers. Danny really thought of everything.
Danny was responsible for stocking his parents' liquor bar but they had no idea their son always ordered a little more than they ever saw.
One of Danny's secret tactics was to check his mother's social calendar. Whenever an event was listed, Danny called some of his many friends and a "party" was scheduled.
It was during Danny's second dance with Beatrice Cooper that he invited her for a private drink at his home. She eagerly accepted and as the two walked through the crowd, Danny's friends began to tag along.
When Danny and Beatrice reached his sports car in the parking lot there was also Jane Daley and Dick Gilbert, Brenda Young and Larry Watkins, and Susan York and Bert Jones.
"Hey, gang, I feel like the Pied Piper ... what's the matter, can't any of you find any other place to go?"
Dick argued that the Master's home had five bedrooms, Larry said he had to sneak away with Brenda...."she came with some other guy" and Bert said he and Susan York never did do well anywhere but at the Masters' home.
"Some arguments ... cripes. I'll agree but on condition, okay?"
Everyone quickly nodded and Danny said everyone had to be out by eleven, all glasses had to be washed, pill boxes not left behind, and most important of all ... flush away used rubbers. "And no more partner-swapping!"
Danny's friends agreed and a half hour later, Jane and Dick lay side by side on a bearskin rug, Brenda and Larry were in one of the guestrooms, Susan and Bert were on a couch in the living room, and Beatrice was undressing in Danny's own bedroom.
Although Jane and Dick could have used one of the many bedrooms, when Jane saw the thick rug in the game room, she thought it "exciting and inviting."
Dick immediately wrapped his arms around Jane as soon as they became comfortable on the unusual bedding. Their first kiss was a warm and long one and Jane immediately thought Dick was going to be a good lover. "Any time a guy kisses you like that early in the game ... it usually ends in a heck of a good screwing."
Keeping in mind that everyone had to be out by eleven, Dick decided to skip the usual preliminaries and started to remove Jane's blouse. Her skirt followed and she pulled off her slip. The sight of the girl in her pantie and bra set Dick off and he complimented Jane on having "one heck of a good figure."
Dick teased himself by fondling her breasts through her bra and her cunt through her panties. His touch was very exciting, Jane thought, and she began to yearn for the removal of the last two items on her otherwise nude body. His delicate technique of caressing soon had her squirming in his arms and she unhooked her bra. She could feel her breast nipples hardening and beginning to throb and she could hardly wait for him to uncover them.
When fingers touched her very sensitive breasts, Jane felt great relief and cuddled against his body. As his hands ran up and down her inner thighs she reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Immediately she ran his trouser zipper open and her hand darted in.
Touches of his cock thrilled her and as it grew in size, Jane marveled at the tremendous change. "It always excites me to feel a hard-on build. Just fantastic, just fantastic!"
As his cock gorged with the hot blood of his body, Dick started to paw at her panties and he pulled them down. Jane lifted her ass from the rug, and the panties were completely off her body. The thick crop of hair between her legs started to shake and he continued to fondle her thighs. Finally Jane pleaded with him to stop teasing. "When you have those soft fingers on my legs, my cunt just cries for your touch-don't deny my passion any longer, please."
Dick didn't mean to displease her, he just liked to use his hands much longer than most guys. When he finally cupped his hand over the mound of hair, Jane pushed her cunt at him. "Now, ain't that a hell of a good cunt?"
Jane's directness excited him and he began to catch up with her. As his fingers started to search for her clitoris, the other hand played with her breast nipples. As is often the case, Jane's breasts were quickly ex cited, her nipples greatly enlarged and darker in color, and a pulsation more evident. He finally touched her extremely-sensitive clitoris and she went all out. She grabbed his cock and started to milk it.
"Hey, baby ... easy does it. You'll have me creaming all over the place with that kind of rubbing."
"That's the general idea ... except when you get close to shooting your load, you shove that thing up into my hungry cunt, y' hear?"
Dick knew he was hard-pressed to keep up with Jane. "You sure are a hot dish. Don't you care for a few preliminaries? I like it fast, sure-and I can fuck just minutes after it's brought up. But I'm used to working a gal up to flowing with me. I guess I'm not used to such a hot dish. It looks like I will have to catch you ... rather than the other way around."
Jane helped by rubbing the thin cream coming from his cock onto her clitoris and in no time, her entire cunt was covered by the smooth fluid. In moments he started to mount her and she eagerly parted her legs as wide as possible.
When he placed his body between her legs, she closed them and dug her heels into the thick rug beneath them. The pressure on her feet helped raise her ass and the tilt aided his penetration course. As he plunged into the very depths of her cunt, his cock happened to rub against a scarred section of her once-sturdy cherry wall. Somehow the angle of attack gave him the feeling of a cherry captured and he went wild. Dick didn't think she was virgin when they first started...."but, that's a cherry break, for sure. How about that!"
Jane thought if he wanted to believe that, "what the hell, go ahead." Dick pounded harder than ever before. He told himself he was getting his first cherry...."so I'm really going to fuck like crazy on this one."
The pounding became increasingly fierce and it was beginning to hurt Jane. He was striking her with such force she was almost convinced of virginity.
"Damn, you're hurting and I'm enjoying this less and less."
Dick could no longer hear Jane. All he could think of was fucking a cherry wall out of his path and the blast of orgasm would wash the last pieces out of the way.
Jane helped push him into her, thinking the faster he came, the quicker her ordeal would end. After a few seconds, they each got what they wanted. He, the false sensation of a smashed cherry wall giving way to a pounding massive hard-on and she, the hot flow to both soothe the pain and signal the end of his attack on her body.
A half-dozen pulsations shot into her cunt, each heavy with the cream of his body. It was a very heavy ejaculation and Dick swooned as if in a faint. Sleep came over him almost immediately and Jane quickly got up to head for the bathroom ... and some cool water for her hurting thighs.
As she neared the bathroom, she heard Brenda's voice and she was not with Larry.
Jane recognized the husky voice immediately. It was Alvin Deardon.
"What the hell is he doing here?" she thought. "If Danny were to find out, there sure would be hell to pay. I better listen."
Creeping slowly to the door, Jane soon saw Brenda standing in the bathtub and she was sponging her cunt area. Jane knew Brenda often did that after being fucked and the sight was not too surprising but Alvin was. He was sitting on the John ... completely clothed!
Brenda had been telling him that he could not see Susan. "She's with a guy she's supposed to be with and besides you weren't invited, Alvin."
"What do you mean 'supposed to?' That sounds like the choice was made for her. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"Susan came to the big dance with Mitch Harris but she's in the living room with Bert Jones right now. Hell, what can you do about that? If she wasn't getting laid by Bert it would have been Mitch. Either way you look at it, it wouldn't be Alvin Deardon, so why don't you sneak out as quietly as you sneaked in? You'll only spoil any chance of ever being invited yourself and anyone willing to play around with you will get bounced. So be a good boy and get lost, will you?"
"Look, Brenda. I know you're looking out for Sue and Danny and all the crap about this so-called party but I've got to talk to her. We were having one hell of a good evening when bang ... she just ups and disappears. I have to find out what happened. I was real nice to her and we just had our third lay. I was asleep I guess ... you know what three times in an hour can do to a guy. Anyway, I was only out about a half hour and when I got up ... she's gone. No note, no explanation ... no nothing. If she says I did something to hurt her, okay I'll leave, but this not knowing bothers me."
"I'll ask her for you, Alvin, but not now ... it'll just make a scene. How do you think her fuck-partner will take this? He'll probably tell Danny and that will only louse things up more. Why don't you put your mind to something that might not hurt anyone?"
Alvin didn't agree that he should forget his demands about talking to Sue ... but he was in complete agreement that his mind should be directed to something more pleasant.
Brenda was unaware as she stooped over to wash herself that Alvin was staring at her ass with a most passionate gleam. The only reason he finally consented to her plea was the sudden new direction of his passion.
Before the conversation ended regarding his demands, he was conscious of the chance for an immediate screwing. He now thought he might just drop his pants, shove his cock between those soft cheeks and fuck away. A hard-on was quickly developing and Alvin wondered if he could talk her into a real quickie. It would be quite a challenge for him as it was rather obvious she was washing away a very recent and thorough fucking. An idea came to him...."what if I agree to stop looking for Sue if she keeps me busy. I could volunteer to dry her back as soon as she finishes. Hmmm."
Brenda finished washing herself and reached for a towel. It wasn't where she left it. It was in Alvin's hand and he was smiling.
Brenda immediately understood the price she would have to pay to keep him from looking in any more rooms. "Oh, well," she thought, "what's another cock to me? If it means saving these parties, I'll go along with it."
Brenda smiled back at Alvin and bent over. As he rubbed the towel on her body, Brenda braced herself and tried to relax. Before she felt at ease, however, Alvin slipped his cock between her wet cheeks and directly into her cunt.
Alvin had only screwed a gal dog-fashion once before and he didn't think much of it. It had been with Linda Keyes, a gal slightly wider than a telephone pole. She was so thin and bony, he could remember his stomach felt like it was pounding on a sack of rocks ... and his cock had to squeeze past two slabs of dried meat.
But this was not Linda Keyes!
As his quickly enlarging cock slid into her body, Alvin thought of the terrific difference between Linda's dry bony ass and Brenda's soft delightful cheeks.
Brenda steadied herself with her hands on her knees and she gave her body willingly. "It is a very exciting way to be screwed. It's too bad most guys skip it ... it really feels great." Just as Brenda was going to ask how much he liked it, his hands circled around her body and cupped over each breast. Fingers began to squeeze on sensitive nipples and in no time they began to project like infant hard-ons.
The rear-entry excited Brenda except for one thing-her clitoris wasn't touched by his penetration. The little bit of flesh remained hidden in a fold of cunt lips not reached when his cock entered from the rear. Brenda tried to tilt her body hoping a contact could be made, but it wouldn't work. Just as Brenda was about to give up, one of Alvin's hands moved from a breast towards her cunt hair.
Her unspoken plea somehow was understood by Alvin and he began to finger her clitoris. Brenda needed it badly and within seconds it doubled in size and moistened from the massage of his delicate fingers.
"Oh, Alvin, you got it just right now ... oh, boy, keep pumping ... ah ... how do you like fucking this way?"
"It's great Brenda, great. Your ass is so soft, my stomach bounces every time I stroke in. I've only done it this way once before and I didn't realize it could be this good. Your ass feels like a king-size cunt ... nice softness all around the hole. Oh, it's good. Real good. You ready, Brenda?"
"Sure, turn it on any time. I've had a bolt ready to squirt ever since you started playing with my little fuck-button. You screw away and I'll join you in no time."
Brenda braced her hands on each knee tightly and Alvin held a breast and thigh. His body began to pulsate as the hot flash of liquid readied a huge blast. It drew closer and closer and Brenda wondered whether she could take the tremendous pressure on her body. The orgasm hit with such intensity Alvin thought his knees would give out. The heavy thrust took so much out of his legs he barely managed to steady himself on her back.
The filling of her cunt with his warmth overpowered Brenda and a very strong muscular orgasm shot through her body. She felt as if her insides were flowing out to meet her lover and it took all the power she had to support both herself and his heavy pressures.
The mutual orgasm could not have been any more intense and as the last pulsations ebbed from their bodies, each went limp and began to fall.
Brenda's head was about to strike the tile floor and a serious injury would have been inevitable were it not for the swiftness of a pillow appearing as if from nowhere.
Instead of a sickening thud, Brenda's head hit the pillow and the only injury was a broken nail. Alvin's pride suffered and he apologized for letting the accident happen. "Gee, it's a good thing you grabbed that pillow ... you could have easily been knocked out."
"I grabbed the pillow ... I thought you did!"
The two looked at each other and wondered who their good fairy was. Neither had seen the quick action by Jane who had been quietly witnessing the entire affair.
Neither Brenda or Alvin would ever know how close they came to disaster. But Jane would.
Jane walked unhappily back to the den where Dick was waiting for a second piece. "This is a hell of a party, instead of musical chairs, it's more like musical beds. All I got was some damn sexpot who tears a piece of my cunt out and a front row seat at an ass-screwing. Big deal."
As she passed the living room Jane heard strange sounds coming from the couch. Not wishing to again witness others enjoying themselves she told herself to move on and she wished the voices good luck "In whatever you are doing."
What Susan and Bert were doing to each other was really something. It would have easily excited Jane and she would have enjoyed observing, or better still, participating, in what was happening.
The two on the couch had already screwed with Bert atop Susan. After resting for a half hour or so, they started on a sixty-nine and that's where the fun began. Susan said where she had lived previously her group was on a round-the-world kick and "everybody's doing it." Bert was quite willing to learn and that's just what he was doing.
After their cock-in-cunt screw Susan started to lick at his shoulders and when it began to excite Bert he copied her every move. When her licking moved along his arm, he did the same to hers. When she wanted her own breasts sucked, she had but to try and suck his ... and a duplicate response was immediate.
As her hot mouth worked its way down toward his cock hair he copied the movement but Susan then detoured and headed for his soft ass cheeks. He did the same to her and each body rolled after the other. Bert had licked cunt before, but not in such an erotic manner. Susan kept moving across his ass, through his legs and across his groin. In so doing, her body moved away from his equally hungry mouth and he licked feverishly to catch up. Susan was getting her kicks out of the chase and when Jane happened to pass by ... both Bert and Susan were going round-the-world of the other.
They chased each other until nearly exhausted. When Susan thought she had traveled enough she took his cock in her mouth and began to suck. A massive hard-on developed immediately as his hot blood rushed to her desire.
Bert reciprocated by licking at her cunt and when the motion of his extremely-active tongue touched her clitoris, Susan's body began the severe undulations that always preceded her orgasms.
The erotic sucking of each body lasted but seconds as each wanted badly to drink of the other. Susan detected the quiver developing in his cock and reacted by pulling harder on the warm flesh. Bert knew his orgasm was almost at hand and afraid he would shoot without her, increased the tempo of his licking and sucking. His tongue shot into her as far as possible and just as he was about to lick the cunt's deepest point, the temperature within the moist cavity increased rapidly. Susan's body rocked so violently, Bert had to grab her ass as tightly as he dared. A delightful fluid came to the demands of his tongue and muscles throughout her body shook intensely.
Susan's orgasm may have come first but his cock was only seconds behind hers. The thin clear liquid that had been oozing from him throughout their roundthe-world trip suddenly changed to thick white cream. The heavier fluid didn't ooze as the thinner, but spurted with such force, it sped down her throat without benefit of swallowing. Her expert lip action brought out every possible drop and as he felt himself being drained of all he could produce, he tried to regain similar sexual fluids from her cunt.
Their tremendous successful sucking of each other was quickly accepted as the best ever experienced. Susan closed her eyes and felt as if she couldn't possibly be any happier. She was so glad she left the dance with Bert and she was so thankful to Danny for supplying the nice soft couch.
And how was Danny doing?
Danny was in his own bedroom and Beatrice Cooper lay contentedly by his side.
So hot had Danny been earlier, their first fucking session was over ten minutes after they entered his room. Beatrice didn't attempt to stall his rapid advarices, in fact rather enjoyed his cock slipping past her pantie crotch in its rush to climax their affair.
As Danny collapsed upon her body, Beatrice's passion remained high as not the slightest element of orgasm had come to her body. She ran her hands over her pantie-covered cunt as he lay quietly at her side and she promised herself ... a much-better second session. Knowing that Danny needed to rest if she were to get a good one, Beatrice stared at the ceiling and thought of the many past sexual experiences which were rather exceptional for her.
One of the most exceptional was also one of her first experiences.
It happened when Beatrice was invited to a play fashion show at the home of Margaret Tobins. Beatrice, who was thirteen at the time, didn't know her friend's parents were involved in a trial separation and Beatrice was unaware Mrs. Tobins was "visiting" her own mother.
The dresses some of the girls modeled would not have excited the most passionate of men and the shape of some "models" would have done even less. Anna and Nancy Martin, twin fourteen-year-olds, were the exception. Their beautifully-formed bodies compared with seventeen-year-olds that had already completed the transformation from spindly pre-teen-age shape to the sensuous forms of mature womanhood.
Margaret's father helped in serving refreshments and in occasionally lowering the volume of sound originating at the gathering.
John Tobins' passion had been almost non-existent ... that is, until the Martin twins arrived. His eyes nearly popped from his head when the girls walked in and from that time on, he made every possible excuse to hang around. Tobins hadn't had a screw in several weeks and he became increasingly conscious of his sexual hunger as the evening progressed.
He got quite an eyeful when the girls stood on a high table and modeled various items of clothing. The first time Nancy Martin showed off her new mini-dress, Tobins felt a drop of fluid touch his legs and it nearly staggered him. It was the first time that had happened in a very long time and he promised himself relief ... as soon as possible.
Tobins was soon at the phone trying to date some old friends but his marital status blocked every move he tried. His passion grew as he saw the girls in short dresses, swim suits, and when they didn't know he was observing, pajamas of every scant design.
Beatrice Cooper was the only guest that had not yet arrived and Margaret assumed her friend probably couldn't come at all. When the fashion show ended, one of the girls suggested they play some of Margaret's new records.
"Gee, I'm sorry ... the phonograph was broken a couple of days ago and my dad hasn't had it fixed yet."
Judy Strohm, who lived only a few houses away, suggested they move the party to her house. "We have a new phonograph and it's a beaut. And we got lots of stuff we can eat there. How about it?"
The suggestion was immediately accepted by all and Margaret told her father where the group would be.
"And if Beatrice shows up, be sure and send her over to Judy's house, okay?"
"Sure, sure ... good-bye, have a good time."
Suddenly having a nice quiet house to himself increased John Tobins' passion all the more. More telephone call were made and in each instance: failure.
Tobins was getting uncontrollably hotter and he feared if he couldn't find a piece of ass fairly soon ... he would have to take matters in his own hands. And he hadn't done that for several years.
As he sat unhappily by the phone, he reached for one of his favorite books. There were many erotic passages between its covers and he knew just the right pages ... 47 to 56, 117 to 131, 156, 189, and the slambang last chapter.
Reading those sections quickly aroused him and he soon had his hand inside his trousers. Desire was beginning to run unchecked and he was afraid masturbation would be his only means of escape. Continuing to read, he fondled himself more and more but he couldn't bring the needed relief to his body. His cock oozed a goodly quantity of clear fluid but he couldn't make the white cream rise and eject itself from his tormented body.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
It was Beatrice.
Tobins opened the door and he couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the teen-ager. His extremely passionate eyes added considerably to her shape and in his mind, she became a twenty-eight-year old model, with a 34-25-35 figure. "Why, Beatrice, you look so lov ... er, nice, yes, real nice."
She immediately asked where all the girls were.
"Oh, the girls ... er ... yes, the girls. Let's see ... where did they go? I think they went to someone else's house but I don't think they told me. Anyway, don't bother about them. Let's have our own party. We have some drinks over here. Er ... Coke, Seven-Up, and stuff like that. What would you like?"
Tobins didn't give her a chance to decide on staying or leaving. He showered her with candy, soda pop, and anything he could think of. He just couldn't let her get away. He just couldn't!
Beatrice had been very conscious of her maturing figure and was rather unhappy none of the boys she knew ever mentioned it. But Tobins did, and considerably. Soon, Beatrice was having so much fun with Margaret's father, she had forgotten about the party ... that the man was much older ... married ... and the father of a friend.
Tobins wondered how he might arrange sexual relief with the young girl when he noticed the small overnight-case she had brought with her.
"What's that, Beatrice ... were you going to stay over with Margaret?"
"Oh, no, Mr. Tobins, it has some of the things I was going to model."
"Now, Beatrice, you don't have to call me 'Mr. Tobins,' you don't hear me saying Miss Cooper, do you? Make it John, will you, please. I'm sure sorry you won't be doing any modeling, I bet you look great."
"Gee, thanks Mr. er ... John, I am too. I brought over some of my prettiest things. And I was the only 'intimate wearer' scheduled. Isn't that awful?"
"You were the only what?"
Tobins knew what he heard and it made his body quiver. Could he take advantage of the opportunity? Could he? How? His thoughts soon were uncontrollable and he asked what she meant by "intimate wearer."
"Why, I'm surprised you don't know what that means. I was going to model underthings. Didn't you know that's what 'intimate' meant?"
Tobins shook his head and tried to keep the conversation going along its present erotic course.
"Oh, I see, Beatrice. That's certainly a shame. I would have liked seeing how well you did. Say, how about us playing out that television commercial when that very rich man goes into a fashion show and buys lots of things for his ... er ... wife? Have you seen it?"
"Why, yes, I have. Do you mean you would really pay me to model for you? Is that for play or for real?"
Tobins answered by taking out his wallet. He withdrew two single dollar bills from it and said...."I'd pay two dollars for pajama wearing and more if there are other things to be shown."
"Two dollars just for wearing pajamas, oh, boy ... where can I change?"
Tobins became very excited and pointed to Margaret's room.
He shook as he awaited her return. The pajamas would do nothing for him, he knew...."but the two bucks ought to entice her to want more, and boy, do I want more!"
Beatrice was soon back and Tobins was right, pajamas did nothing for his excitement. He played the game for all it was worth and when she completed a walk before him he lightly applauded. The girl blushed at the thought of being congratulated and when two dollar bills were extended, she eagerly accepted them.
"I'll pay more for other items ... what do you have to display?"
The game was becoming exciting for Beatrice also as the money was being spent in her mind on a variety of things. She had been wanting to buy pantyhose but her mother said, "only with your own money." Now she could buy one and maybe some of the other things her friends were already wearing.
"I have other clothes ... can I surprise you?"
"Oh, yes, yes!"
Beatrice went back to Margaret's room and Tobins became very excited as he wondered whether she would reappear in sexy panties, a see-through bra, a sheer baby doll outfit, or what...? His cock was shaking and the moisture became very obvious between his legs. The thin liquid was really piling up now along his inner thighs and a happy end of the evening was becoming more and more possible.
When Beatrice returned she was wearing only black panties and bra.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Beatrice. Just beautiful. That material looks so soft, I can hardly believe it. Is it soft?"
"Oh, yes ... here, touch it."
As Beatrice approached, Tobins' hands shook but he steadied them as he touched the panty leg band. Beatrice didn't seem a bit embarrassed and Tobins could not keep himself contained. It had gone too far for that, he thought.
Running his fingers along the band, he very carefully kept away from the thick crop of hair he could not see through the material. He wished she had worn a lighter color and cunt hair would have been visible.
Remembering he had to play the "game" correctly or he might louse everything up, Tobins reached for his wallet and held out three more dollar bills. Then, in an almost-nonchalant manner he asked if there were more intimate items to wear. A five-dollar bill was in his hand as he spoke and Beatrice's eyes glared. Quickly, she added in her mind that she would then earn a total of ten dollars! "Boy, with that, I can buy all those things my mom wouldn't. Oh, boy!"
Beatrice knew she brought her mother's see-through bikini panty and bra. "Gee, I don't mind wearing them for John ... but maybe he will be embarrassed. I wonder if I dared." Beatrice's thoughts were soon erased and she went back to the bedroom.
On her return, Tobins shook visibly. Beatrice asked if he was okay and he answered the only thing he could. "With you looking so pretty, I feel much better ... much better."
Beatrice was flattered and paraded back and forth before her one-man audience. The see-through panty and bra were almost invisible and he could see every cunt hair through the almost non-existent bikini and when he looked up at her breasts, he was delightfully surprised to see her bustline had been completely true. The circles around the nipples were the brightest red he had ever seen and the small nipples looked like miniature cock heads. Her breasts were absolutely round and he doubted whether her bra added any support at all. "I bet those tits would be just as erect without a bra."
Beatrice walked closer and extended her hand. Thinking she wanted the five dollars, Tobins started to hand the note to her. He was pleasantly surprised when she instead took his other hand and brought it to the pantie. "Feel how sheer these are John, aren't they nice?"
Finally the moment of truth was at hand and Tobins ran his fingers over the panties. He didn't avoid touching the crotch this time and Beatrice seemed quite pleased. Her cunt hair had not yet become curly and he stroked at its smooth surface. Dropping the five-dollar bill, he ran his hand around her ass and said she had an excellent figure. "You're so nice and smooth ... the nicest thing I've touched in a very, very long time."
"I'm glad you like to touch me John, can I sit down next to you?"
He answered by extending his hand to her and shifting further down the long couch. As she sat at his left, his right hand went to her bra. Beatrice smiled and he knew she was enjoying the touch as much as he. First, he ran his hand around the thin strap but when he got to the very full cups, he could see the nipples shake in anticipation. They quivered as much as his cock and he could not wait any longer.
Cupping his hand, he held it over a breast and Beatrice said it felt "real nice." His caressing grew more and more passionate and as he ran his soft fingers from one breast to the other, the girl made the first move to provide him her completely nude body. Bending forward, she leaned her head on his shoulders and asked him to unhook the bra. His fingers were shaking violently but they quickly released the thin item and it fell away from her body.
As she sat back and Tobins took in the beautiful sight of bare breasts, his body quivered as never before. She could see he was visibly shaking and asked if he was all right.
"Yes, I am ... in a way. You see ... I'm looking at a very pretty girl and I like touching you so much. I keep wondering whether you like my touches as much as I like making them."
"Of course I do ... now how about pulling off my panties?"
Tobins didn't stop to think, he just reached for the panties and pulled them down.
"Oh, you look too beautiful, Beatrice."
"With that, he bent over and kissed her warmly with all the passion that had been building over the past half hour.
As their lips met, her tongue tried to squeeze past his tight lips and enter his mouth. This was very exciting to Tobins as he interpreted the move as only one thing. "She wants to be screwed ... yes, she really wants to be screwed!"
The pressure of his kiss bent her body and his much heavier frame soon had her doubled over. His pants pressed hard against her naked body and Beatrice suddenly pushed his face away. At first he thought she was calling everything off, but he was quickly relieved when she said...."your belt buckle, it's cutting into my bare body ... can't you move it out of the way?"
Quickly standing up, Tobins dropped his pants and undershorts at one stroke. Beatrice reached for his shirt and had it unbuttoned in seconds. When he was as nude as she, they again kissed. This time she allowed the pressure of his much stronger body to push her own. Tobins lowered his body onto hers and her legs parted. Her left leg hung over the couch and touched the floor, her right pointed high and rested on the couch back.
Fearing she might be virgin and the fuck painful for her, Tobins started to apologize for any pains she might feel. It was a sincere thought and she accepted it that way...."but don't you worry, John, I've already done it with some of the boys I know. I liked it a lot with kids but now that I see the size of your peter ... oh, boy! I bet I'm really going to feel it now."
Beatrice did feel it as his huge cock spread her small cunt lips. She started to squeal as if in pain, but it was only a squeal of pure delight. Her lips were easily able to stretch and accommodate him. When the entire length of his cock was within her body, she wrapped her legs tightly around him.
"Oh, John, John ... this is so good. I've done this with two kids but they didn't open me like you do. Ooh, what a good feeling. I can hardly wait for that hot stuff to come into me. Do you have a lot when you're older, John?"
Tobins wasn't insulted for he could think of only one thing, pounding his cock into her and shooting hot cream into the small enclosure. His concern that she might have been virgin soon became one of thankfulness that she wasn't. He didn't want to hear the moans of pain but the screams of delight.
The cock enlarged to its ultimate in size and he raised his ass high. Her legs remained locked around his thighs. So tightly did she hold onto him that her own ass was completely off the couch when the first pulsations of orgasm struck.
"Oh, John ... you're coming, aren't you ... I can feel it ... ooh, that's nice ... I ... like it so much....
Oh, I wish I could come too ... harder, John, harder. I think it might make me come ... I've got to tell you ... I've got ... I have never come but I think ... yes ... yes ... oh, golly, it's really, agh ... agh ... AGH!"
John Tobins sent a tremendous volume into Beatrice's young body to merge with her first orgasm. The delight of her initial sensation sent the girl to ecstatic heights and her entire body shook violently. Tobins' body also attained the ultimate in pleasure for he hadn't come in almost three weeks and his orgasm supply could not have been more plentiful.
The Beatrice of the present day happily relived the wonderful moment of nearly six years earlier and she joined with Danny in a huge outpouring of mutual love.
The incident with John Tobins became the first of many pleasant experiences for Beatrice Cooper. As a teen-age model, she had acquired much more than a modeling fee.
CHAPTER TEN
The evening began as a complete bore for the group of students that gathered at the Omega Omega sorority house. One would look at another and say...."I don't know what I want to do tonight, what do you want to do?" The answers came back almost worded the same and for a time it looked as if the gathering would disband as a complete flop.
Cora came to the rescue with an idea that caught fire almost immediately. "How about strip poker?" There was unanimous approval and furniture was quickly re-arranged. Ralph, Leonard and Tony moved a large table to the center of the room while the girls, Janet, Cora and Aileen carried over six chairs.
Janet won the first round and collected an odd assortment of shoes, socks and one sweater. Tony took both the second and third games and those who had lost all three were beginning to wonder how long they could hold out.
Aileen said she only had five items left on her body. "If I don't take a pot soon, you're all going to be looking at a pretty naked poker player. Ralph thought to himself that he was in a similar situation and he hoped he and Aileen would be "stripped" at the same time. One of the popular house rules had always been that the first boy and girl knocked out of the game would leave for one of the adjoining bedrooms.
Leonard and Janet each took a game and Aileen said...."okay, you gamblers, one more nylon and I'm down to pantie and bra ... boy, Ralph over there looks like he's in the same shape. I was bored earlier but I don't think I am now!"
Ralph was getting pretty hot for Aileen and he looked at her constantly. He could see only her bra-covered upper torso and he was beginning to ache for the bottom half. Could both he and Aileen lose the next two rounds? Ralph wondered as he picked up the next five cards.
Three aces!
Ralph maintained a strict poker face and threw two aces away. He didn't want to win six items now and he hoped for the worst possible luck. He got what he wanted and he handed his undershirt to Janet. Three sets of male eyes quickly shot over to Aileen. Would it be her bra or panties?
Aileen looked at the others. "I can give up my panties and I won't look any different to all of you ... but these damn chairs! Knowing she had to keep something between her ass and the uncomfortable wooden chair surface, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Ralph sighed silently but Tony and Leonard exclaimed the delight in seeing Aileen's beautiful breasts. Tony said he was sorry to have won so much ... he could not possibly be the one to win Aileen, "say, who is?" Everyone looked about them and it was quickly seen that Ralph was also down to one item. "Hey, it looks like Ralph is going to get some of the nice titties over there ... unless, of course, he or Aileen win this next game."
Aileen looked across at Ralph. It was a perfect poker glance for she showed no emotion whatsoever. She wiggled in her seat and carefully looked at the five cards dealt her. A ten, jack and ace of hearts! There was also a pair of threes but Aileen decided to gamble. "Maybe I can get a royal flush!"
Aileen knew it was silly to go after the highest possible hand but a hot session with Ralph "might not be bad at all." Making sure she would lose, Aileen threw away her only pair and smiled.
Aileen made a pretty safe bet with herself for Ralph was looking at a pair of kings, one of them in the heart suit. As he sat at the large oval table wearing only undershorts, Ralph was determined to hand them over to someone. "If it just isn't Aileen!"
A minute later, Ralph handed his shorts to Cora and five sets of eyes looked at Aileen. Smiling she stood up and asked Cora if she wanted the panties now "or can Ralph hand them to you?"
Tony reminded her quickly...."the panties have to come off her-Ralph gets his bonus in there." Glancing toward the bedroom and his winnings, Tony wished he hadn't been such a good poker player.
Aileen slipped her panties off and held out her hand to Ralph. As they walked away, they smiled at each other and each knew ... they didn't lose too honestly.
Ralph closed the bedroom door as soon as he and Aileen were alone. Standing naked, their embrace brought their nude forms closely in contact. Ralph felt the pressure of her bountiful breasts and it was a wonderful sensation. His hands caressed her body as they kissed and when they touched her soft ass cheeks, Aileen sighed warm and lovingly. She held his body as close to her as possible and in no time, the rushing blood to his cock enlarged it tremendously. It pushed so hard into her groin that she reached down and placed it between her legs.
"Ah ... it feels good there and not like it's going to stab me in the stomach either." Ralph didn't dare slide his quickly-wetting cock along the edge of her cunt or he would have shot too prematurely. Both seemed pleased with the position and they continued to kiss and caress each other's bodies.
Aileen finally asked if Ralph could give her a backrub. At first he sat by her side and rubbed at her back but then positioned himself over her prostrate body with his knees on each side of her. Straddled by him, Aileen continued to enjoy his massaging fingers and ... the warm drops landing between her cheeks.
Ralph's body always sent forth a heavy quantity of pre-orgasm fluid and this moment was no exception. Aileen kept her legs tightly together so the exciting juice could be contained directly over her cunt.
The backrub continued and his dribbling continued. Soon, his hard-working hands worked their way down to her ass and his rubbing slowed considerably. Now his fingers seemed to flow gracefully across the two soft mounds and Aileen thought the touch very exciting. Soft fingers neared her anus as he caressed and Ralph could see how she was trying to open its tight cavity.
Ralph had never tried to enter a girl's ass before but as he watched the unusual movement, heavy blobs of his clear fluid landed directly on the small hole. It could have been a muscular reaction or she was getting pretty hot, he thought...."it just started to open as my stuff hit it."
Aileen was excited to hear that was happening and asked Ralph to let more of his juice land on the slowly-opening hole.
Ralph was getting quite excited at the novelty of their play and rubbed his cock on her ass crease. Each time the anus was touched, he told her it looked more and more like a cunt without surrounding hair.
Aileen had never felt a cock at her ass before and asked if he thought the hole was large enough for his cock.
"I think so ... you just keep stretching it like that and I'll be able to push my way in for sure."
The hot drops continued to collect on the opening and Aileen decided to bear down with all the muscular control she could muster. The combination of her action and Ralph's hot moisture looked successful to Ralph and he exclaimed...."It's big enough, baby ... it really is!"
"Then fuck me a new way, Ralph. Maybe it will hurt, but I want to find out what it's like. C'mon, Ralph ... shove it in."
Ralph took his cock in hand and ran it on the opening again and again. When the hole looked as big as it could ever get, he started to push his way in. Surprisingly the opening continued to stretch and he sank deeper and deeper. Aileen said it was hurting a little bit...."but it's feeling better all the time."
Ralph had fucked smaller girls and bigger girls, some cunts barely could accept his cock and some were so big, two cocks could have fit. But this was really different. The surface around the anus felt so different he could hardly believe it. "I don't think it's as good as a cunt, but it sure is something to try. I miss the hair and the way cunt lips curl around my shaft. What do you feel, Aileen?"
"Oh, it feels delightful. I like it for a change. It's like discovering something you never knew existed. Gee, I thought I had tried everything but I guess we can always learn something new. The only thing I miss is my clitoris-you sure don't reach it from this angle."
Ralph had been thinking about the clitoris and how it quickly arouses most girls. As Aileen spoke about hers, he reached around and started to fondle it with his hand.
Aileen quickly told him how to use his fingers and he would get her to shoot away in just a few minutes. She didn't want to admit it, but he was using a masturbation technique that Aileen once loved a great deal. As his fondling brought her closer and closer to the glorious moment, she recalled the many times she rubbed that way when she was younger. The excited clitoris kept her from thinking of the stretching pains she was experiencing at her anus and she longed for her flow.
Ralph could feel the clitoris enlarging and it was quite warm to the touch. Small amounts of his juice trickled down her ass crease and when they touched her cunt opening, Aileen started to yell out. "That's it ... that's it ... I'm going to shoot from the cunt ... ooh, how nice ... fuck my ass, Ralph, please shoot it in and let me feel you there. Hurry, hurry, mine's about to go ... ah ... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming ... and you? you?"
Fucking into an ass had almost brought him to a climax and when hers hit first, he felt the quiver in her cheeks become more and more violent. Her shaking was just the trigger movement he needed and his cock suddenly blasted into her. Aileen felt it and couldn't believe the sensation. The shock within her ass was so strong she also felt it in her cunt. To feel his fingers jerking her cunt into coming at the same time was so delightful, Aileen tilted her ass to accept all she could.
The new technique was completely enjoyed and as passion died away, Ralph said her ass tried to hold on to his spent cock. "If I didn't shrink, I don't think your ass would have ever let go ... it was really something to see how the muscles squeezed tightly on me.
Ralph rested on her back until someone knocked at the door.
It was Leonard.
"Hey, how about that bed, Cora and I got knocked out of the game and we would like to work on a sere win'."
Ralph yelled out that there was a second bedroom.
"Yeah, we know, but Tony and Janet have already grabbed it. They said if they were so good in poker, they should at least win the only bed left. How do you argue with that?"
"Well, okay, okay ... Aileen and I were just resting up. We'll be out in a minute."
Aileen thought it might be kind of fun to have Leonard and Cora join them in a four-way party and she asked Ralph what he thought. "Sure, why not?"
Leonard and Cora thought about the invitation and a few seconds later, in they walked.
Both were naked.
Ralph asked how many games it took to strip them both like that and Leonard answered that Cora went broke pretty quickly "but I got so hot looking at her ... I threw it."
Cora smiled and rubbed her breasts on Leonard. "Sure is nice to be wanted like that, isn't it, Aileen?"
"You mean you like a guy purposely losing just so he can win your ass? Boy, what some people won't do to get laid."
Leonard and Cora seemed offended by Aileen's remark but Ralph and Aileen burst out laughing. When it was explained they did the same thing, all four laughed.
"I think the funniest thing is those two in the other room," Leonard said. "I don't think they wanted to screw each other ... but they were the only ones left. Ha!"
When the laughter subsided, they talked of a four-way sucking party and it was agreeable to all.
Ralph was already on his back and Cora asked if she could suck him. Aileen said it was okay with her and she started after Leonard's cock. As the girls started to lick the men, the four twisted themselves so male tongues could reach cunt ... but not that of their partners.
It was a wild moment but in a few seconds all were stretched out on the king-size bed. Shaped like a big circle, the four bodies were soon delightfully sucking on cock and cunt.
Cora was working on Ralph while his face was buried between Aileen's legs. She, in turn, licked at Leonard while he worked on Cora.
Cora knew Ralph had already shot a load and she began to suck intensely. Leonard got so hot during the poker game that his tongue already was deep within Cora and she rapidly filled with the thoughts of orgasm.
Cora was not alone in the thoughts of female orgasm. Aileen too was full of the thought and the way Ralph was burying himself in her cunt, the rush of fulfillment was really quite near, because her cunt felt so good. Aileen worked hard on Leonard's cock.
Leonard could hardly stand holding his cream back any longer and pulled his face away from Cora's cunt long enough to ask if the others were ready. The two girls immediately said they were, but nothing was heard from Ralph. Cora had been having trouble with Ralph's cock apparently because of the intense ass-fucking of Aileen a short time earlier.
Doubling her efforts, Cora opened her mouth wide and pushed the struggling cock head against her throat wall. While her tongue licked the long shaft, she opened and closed her throat muscle repeatedly and the unusual motion was just what Ralph needed. The thin fluid stopped oozing and the heavy thrusts of thick white cream were ready to shoot directly down her throat without any suckling.
With his cock ready to blast away, Ralph easily suckled Aileen into an orgasm. The warmth of her flow was felt by his tongue and he delightfully suckled every possible drop. The chain-reaction was now fully underway; for as Aileen shot from her cunt, she drank the cream from Leonard's body. It had been two days since Leonard had shot a load and the volume of his orgasm was overwhelming. Aileen could hardly accept it all but feverish swallowing kept her from losing a single cell of the precious fluid.
As Leonard was being sucked to an almost-dry condition, he brought Cora to an orgasm, who by this time, had Ralph creaming away like mad. Cora was the luckiest of all four in the twin-sixty-nine operation. She swallowed the wonderful fluid of Ralph's cock exactly the moment Leonard got her to come. The two operations could not have occurred any closer and she nearly fainted because of the dual intensity.
Four mouths eagerly took in all that was possible. Both cock were licked into such a shrunken state that they looked as if they belonged to five-year-olds and the two cunts could no longer provide a single drop of moisture.
For nearly 15 minutes not a single sound could be heard from the four. So exhausted were they that their once big circle looked more like a flat tire.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fay Dennis had been ahead of schedule all her life ... and even earlier.
Born six months after her parents married, Fay came into the world with two well-formed teeth. The incisors were removed and the infant girl almost immediately showed signs of wanting to crawl. Fay was not only able to get around within a few months, she ma-ma'd well ahead of the average growth schedule.
Graduation from elementary school was accomplished with ease by ten-year old Fay whose IQ had been re corded at 167. High school was completed three years later and her application to attend Richardson University was quickly accepted.
Fay didn't mind being the youngest student ever to attend RU ... in fact she was rather proud of it. What she did mind was being possibly the shortest as well. Wearing shoes with the highest heels she could find, still kept her from the five-foot mark.
Finding highheeled shoes was not exactly easy for Fay wore a size five shoe.
Fay was busily doing her homework assignment late one afternoon and while she pondered a difficult problem, a radio commercial caught her ear. Normally Fay disregarded the spoken word on radio, listening only to music as she worked on her university studies.
The commercial she really wanted to hear?
"Attention all you short gals out there. Sanford's Shoe Emporium has just received the absolute buy of the year. Specially-designed shoes that can add as much as three inches to under-five-footers are now in stock. A limited amount of hard-to-find small sizes are available ... but they won't be for long. So hurry on down to Sanford's, 15th and Main Streets, they close at six."
Fay looked at her watch. Four-thirty.
"Sanford's ... here I come!"
The clerk was very nice ... especially when he sat on the floor and placed a shoe on her foot. Fay was so excited in seeing the shoe on her, she tilted baek in her seat and lifted her leg almost straight out.
Fay had dressed so hurriedly before her shopping trip, she skipped wearing panties and the clerk was treated to an exciting view. The young girl couldn't have known the middle-aged clerk had been putting up with a frigid wife for many months and the sight of a cunt quickly aroused him.
He thought the move was an accidental one and that she would lower her leg almost immediately ... but when she didn't, he continued to stare. The hair between her legs was straight and he still believed in an old wive's tale that this indicated virginity.
His eyes remained glued on the wonderful sight and it occurred to him ... was she purposely exposing her so-called private area? The girl was young enough to be his granddaughter yet the sight before him was becoming increasingly erotic.
He thought his dream shattered when she lowered her leg but the stimulation suddenly rebounded when Fay said, "shall we try the other shoe?"
In seconds the clerk had the other shoe on and, as he hoped, the other leg was raised. His eyes immediately gazed at her cunt again and as Fay kept the leg up, the clerk's thoughts went skyrocketing. He recalled when his wife more than twenty years ago used to spend entire nights in sexual play ... now once a month was average. He thought it was because of her menopause, "but goddam it, does that mean I have to go a whole month for the next couple of years?"
Fay knew the clerk was enjoying the look and she was glad she forgot her panties. It was exciting her to be looked at and she was glad they could not be seen from any other part of the store.
Steven Haskins, a senior clerk at Sanford's Shoe Emporium for nearly twelve years, was almost shocked at the way he was feeling. Five minutes earlier, sex was the furthest thing from his mind, but not now. Now, his cock was hard, was dribbling cream at a rate he had almost forgotten, and he was willing to risk his job, his stature in the community (whatever the hell that is, he kept telling himself) and a statutory rape charge ... if he could only have a few minutes with this girl.
Haskins cooled his passion temporarily by saying he had to go to the stock room for a moment. When he was alone in the dark confines of the store's back room, he opened his fly and removed his cock.
He hadn't seen it so wet in months and when his hand touched its extra-sensitive skin, he knew he would have to hand-pump an orgasm. "I just can't take this much longer. I've got to empty it." The thought of masturbating hadn't come up in Haskins' mind for about two years and he was surprised how serious he was.
The just-past-fifty-year-old clerk stood alone in the store room and deliberated his next move. Should he do it immediately and clear his mind of the tremendous passion, should he return to his customer and jerk himself later, or should he act more responsible ... and forget the whole damn thing. Maybe forgetting might be more correct, he kept telling himself, but it would never work. "Not as hot as she's gotten me."
Haskins suddenly realized why he should not do it to himself ... that girl wants to excite him! "Dammit, if she wanted to show me her cunt, could she want to do more?"
All caution was thrown to the wind and Haskins decided to gamble. He had already been told the shoes would take most of her cash. "Suppose I give her a discount ... say about 100 percent. I can cover it in inventory and the boss would never know. I sure would love to feel a young cunt again. Craps, I wonder if she still has her cherry. I sure hope she's lost it or I'll never be able to get her in here. Well, I can't take it any longer ... I'm going to try. The hell with convention, or whatever they're calling it these days."
Haskins returned to Fay and sheepishly asked to measure her foot again. He just had to see that cunt again to make sure ... would he really try to fuck her, really try.
Sure enough, Fay raised her leg and this time she rested it on a nearby chair. The relaxed position allowed her leg to remain up and both knew he was taking in the scene for all he could get out of it. Since her leg was now quite motionless, he could see the cunt lips and he was sure they were moist. When Fay realized he was trying to study her more closely, she very calmly moved her body closer.
"Say miss, I have a better measuring device in the back room ... would you like to try it?"
Fay, who up to this point was only teasing the man, now was beginning to think differently. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do but offered no objection to the rather obvious proposition.
When they entered the storeroom, the quick-thinking Haskins stood Fay on an old-fashioned small stepladder. Many years ago, he recalled it was used for trying shoes on customers, but when dresses got shorter, the ladder was banished. "I bet this will do fine," the clerk thought.
As she reached the top rung, he sat himself on a small bottom rung section to adjust her shoes. He looked up and the combination of the tall ladder, short skirt and pantie-less cunt was absolutely perfect. This time he didn't have to worry about anybody seeing them and she was much more relaxed.
More and more he smacked his lips as he thought of the soft skin just above him and how delicious it would be to kiss it.
The sudden thought of kissing cunt excited Haskins quite highly and he could feel a heavy amount of fluid eject from his cock. Silently he relished the thought his cock could still do that. ("It's been a hell of a long time since I creamed like this.")
Haskins' face was near her ankles when he first looked up but gradually he moved higher and higher. When he reached the hem of her skirt, Fay lifted it to her waist and tucked it behind a belt. Seeing her entire bare cunt was just too much too quickly for Haskins and he bent forward to kiss the soft black hair.
The touch of his face on her body excited both of them. Haskins hadn't kissed a cunt in several years and Fay had never enjoyed the experience.
"Ooh, that feels nice mister, but maybe we shouldn't do it. We might be very sorry."
Haskins wasn't going to be sorry and kept kissing.
Fay really wasn't sorry either and made no effort to stop him. In fact, she soon wondered how she could help him.
Fay did ... she spread her legs and rubbed his face into her. There now was moisture on her cunt lips and Haskins couldn't take it any longer. He opened his mouth and began to tongue at the wet lips. Fay had never experienced the sensation before and felt it absolutely ecstatic. Haskins was loving it so much he gladly would have given up anything to suckle her into an orgasm and hopefully she would suckle him.
He was now directly beneath her and licking more and more feverishly at her cunt. Little droplets of cream would occasionally come to the surface and he suckled them into his own body instantly. The sensation became even more exciting than fucking for Fay and she thought she was going to have to do this more often. Definitely.
Haskins' cock was now thoroughly soaked with a heavy supply of clear fluid, an obvious indication it wanted to ram its way into a cunt ... or something. But whatever was to receive its huge load, it better be quick, he thought. "I don't think I can stand this much longer."
The newness of the technique so excited Fay she wanted more and more to happen to her. "Oh, please mister ... let's do something, anything. My body wants so much right now and I'm really not sure what. You've done this more than me, so you arrange it, huh, please...."
The innocence of her request was just fine with Haskins and he withdrew his face from under her skirt and reached for her waist. He easily lifted her ninety pounds and carried her to a nearby couch. Gently he lowered her down and moved her skirt up to her waist. In a moment his face was back to her cunt and she opened her legs as wide as possible.
"I couldn't do that before and it is so much better now," she thought. The wide opening of her legs helped spread her cunt lips and Haskins' tongue slipped into her for the first time.
Fay began to quiver at the feeling of movement within her and she moaned that it was the most delightful thing she had ever experienced. Haskins could feel how warm her cunt was inside and he knew he would easily detect the coming of an orgasm. ("I'll bet this kid doesn't know about the clitoris. I'll save that for last and bring her on with me. It'll just be the best sucking I've ever had.") It not only would be his best in a long time but also the first in a long time. He talked his wife into trying the technique about three yars ago but she only did it twice and refused to ever again.
His sucking was going great for both of them but the time had come for her to handle his cock. How would he suggest it, he wondered. Finally, he figured she would be the best judge, so pulled his mouth away from her and asked his cock to be released.
As she unzipped his trouser fly, he went back to her cunt deciding to leave it entirely up to her. "Maybe she will suck me, maybe just jerk it off ... I don't really care ... I just have to shoot a load and man, one hell of a load. Maybe she wants to suck but with the pressure I feel building I'm liable to drown the poor kid."
With her cunt now so thoroughly involved, Fay just couldn't stand not seeing and holding his cock. When she took it out, she could hardly believe its size or its tremendous covering of fluid.
"My goodness mister, did you already shoot off ... it's so wet."
Haskins pulled his face away and told her he hadn't. "That's just a little cream that comes first. It only means I want the big stuff soon. Do you know it tastes even better than your juices? Why don't you try mine while I'm getting yours?"
Fay thought that kind of groovy and started to lick at his juice.
This was what Haskins was waiting for and he went after her clitoris. He had guessed right, she didn't know about it. In no time, her body began undulating constantly. He could feel her cunt getting warmer and warmer and he knew an orgasm was definitely on the way. Should he ask her to drink his? He could tell she would never be hotter so he again pulled himself away from her cunt. "How about drinking mine when it comes and I'll do the same to yours, okay?"
After several minutes of her first clitoris-sucking she would have tried anything and she started to suckle on him.
Now he would show her a real man!
His sucking became fiery in its attack and he worked her clitoris from an almost-nothing state to a half-inch of throbbing wet flesh that stuck out with much prominence. The undulations became more and more intense and he knew she was about to shoot her very best cream directly into his mouth. He hoped she would do the same with his.
The intensity of his flow would undoubtedly be because of his wife's long period of frigidness ... and the fact he hadn't shot a load in several weeks. His worry that it might be too much for the girl soon disappeared as the pressure of his orgasm struck her mouth and she eagerly accepted it.
Leaving her clitoris until the right possible moment was now paying off as she suckled the juice out of him. Each felt to suckle and be suckled was just about the best sensation ever experienced.
Fay was in pure ecstasy as his tongue lapped at the cream ejected from her cunt. It was warm and utterly delicious to Haskins, but to Fay it was deliverance from a huge build-up of passion. A passion that was so delightful to expel that she used every muscle in her body to give him as much as he was giving her.
He drank, he sucked, and he licked. He absorbed so much of her fluid that her warm beautiful cunt lips were soon dry and shriveled. When he could get no further female juice, his mouth added its own fluid and he continued to suck.
Fay began the suckling not realizing how much there would be. When the flow began, the spurts hit with such pressure she didn't have to swallow. The first ejaculated drops went straight to the back of her throat and were downed without any suckling. The later drops were delightful to suckle and she eagerly took in every drop. She was never overwhelmed by the volume of his orgasm.
She could not have possibly known that it was a very unusual flow, for fifty-year-olds don't usually come in such heavy amounts. Haskins was not going to tell her that and if she relished sucking a real man, who was he to tell her that he wasn't always that good.
When the pulsations stopped, she continued to suck and as his size shrunk from four and a half inches to less than two, she was still sucking. He could easily put his cock back in his pants without fearing tell-tale spots ... His cock was that dry.
They rested for several minutes and Haskins could feel no regret ... even though she was young enough to have been his granddaughter. ("Hell, she gave me the best sixty-nine I've ever felt ... who cares about her age?")
Carefully straightening her clothes, her hair ... and washing her mouth, Fay put on her new shoes and walked to the Richardson campus. She sang all the way.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rick shook his head. The slashes on his back hurt but the feeling between his legs was pure delight.
It was morning in Mu Sigma house and Rick had awakened nearly an hour before his alarm had gone off. He had had a restless night and for good reason. At midnight he had become a full-fledged member of Mu Sigma fraternity ... but his initiation began shortly after eight p.m.
It was a very long four hours.
It was an exhaustive four hours.
It was a painful four hours and....
It was a delightful four hours.
Rick arrived at Mu Sigma Hall shortly before eight and was seated near a tall wide table. In the next ten minutes three other initiates were seated alongside. No one spoke to the other and Rick did not dare start any conversation. ("Cripes, I wouldn't know what to say in a joint like this.")
Rick was pledged to Mu Sigma by Jeff Manfred. Jeff, a year older than Rick, came from the same town as his friend. Now a sophomore, Jeff helped Rick get situated at Richardson University during the freshman's first weeks at the school.
One of the first helpful gestures was to pledge Rick to Mu Sigma.
Jeff and Rick had attended several parties together in their hometown and Jeff knew Rick could really handle his end when it came to sex orgies. They had sixty-nine'd with twin sisters once and many times had fucked side by side. It was recalling one party in particular that led Jeff to suggest Rick join Mu Sigma.
It was two years earlier when they were at a swinging party at a girl's home. As her parents were away for the evening, the girl had her favorite group over. Highlight of the party came when the girl jumped up on the table and took off her clothes.
She told the others that there were six toy whips in a box behind the couch and she wanted all to beat on her nude body.
Jeff had attended one of the girl's special parties before and dashed for a whip. Rick was perplexed as he had never taken part in a masochistic display. When Jeff returned to the table, he had two whips.
Dropping one at Rick's feet, Jeff started whipping the girl. Rick at first was horrified to see slash marks collect on the girl's body and he found it difficult to believe some of the things she kept saying.
"Hit my tit and my nipple creams...."
"Get me on the cunt ... ah, good ... again...."
"Slap me good ... every inch sends juice to my pussy...."
Rick could tell she was getting hot ... ("but from a whipping?")
His disbelief started to vanish when the girl said the guy who handles the whip best would win the prize ... her. Rick had already begun creaming from his cock and he had a half hard-on when the invitation was extended.
"Man, with an ass and two tits like that ... I've got to get her. I'll give her a beating, all right." With that, Rick finally picked up the whip and began to strike at the girl.
The first few strokes missed their mark, but in a little while the girl was looking only at him. Some of the other guys took the hint and drifted off and only Jeff and Rick were left. It seemed a tie to most but the girl said Rick won. Jeff's consolation prize was the girl's younger sister and Jeff didn't mind one bit. He had gotten the girl's cherry about a year earlier.
The girl stepped off the table and she and Rick left for the bedroom.
Jeff didn't see Rick until the next day and from his expression Jeff correctly assumed, "You sure look like you got your ass's worth."
"Boy, did I! I screwed her once from on top, then from behind the ass. Then when I tried to take it easy for awhile, she tries to jerk me off. That whip sure made her hot."
Now two years later, Rick smiled at his first "whipfuck" but occasionally he wanted hot lashes on his own introduction seemed weird to him at the time but he had since come to rely quite heavily on the whip for sexual satisfaction.
Many times he used one on the gal he was about to fuck occasionally he wanted hot lashes on his own body as well.
His recent four hours at Mu Sigma Hall proved all too well how good a whipping was just before his cock went into action. It was as if each stroke of the lash added another drop to his sexual supply. Rick's orgasms were extremely heavy when a whipping preceded a fuck. Many times a girl who would not take the whip, later changed her mind ... especially after accepting a hot load from Rick's cock.
As he and the other initiates sat around the tall wide table, they all wondered...."what part did that table play in the initiation?"
They found out when one of them was told to get on the table...."and start peeling!"
In no time the regular members started the whip ceremony on the pledge. At first the strokes were gentle but the pitch increased with each passing moment. Rick noticed the guy on the table must have been getting his sex kicks for a hard-on began to develop and once when a lash hit his swollen cock, a spurt of clear liquid shot a distance of several feet.
Landing on the lap of one of the regular members, Rick was surprised to see the guy run a finger across the wet spot ... then lick his finger.
"Hey, this guy's ready ... his juice is just perfect. I'll take him. You guys better put another one up."
Rick couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own eyes. The guy with the wet spot jumped out of his chair, grabbed the guy from the table, pulled him to a nearby door and they disappeared into an adjoining room.
("I'll be damned ... what the hell is going on in there? That other guy doesn't look like a homo, but it sure looks like a homo scene to me. Craps, I wish Jeff had given me a tip. I don't care if someone wants to suck me off, but I'll be damned if I'm going to do it to some guy.")
As Rick thought of what might be scheduled on his own body, the second initiate jumped on the table. Everything was repeated and one of the members soon took the newcomer off to another room.
"(Damn it ... there's only two of us left ... how the hell can I get out of this? A dame I'll suck but no prick, oh craps, no prick!")
Rick was the next choice and when he was slow to remove his clothes a big husky guy started to pull them off. In seconds, Rick was nude and the whipping began. The first few strokes hurt bitterly, but after a while Rick was unaware of pain. The sharpness of a lash striking his body soon became as sweet as a kiss on his body. Rick not only didn't feel the lashing any longer, he was beginning to think differently about the room next door.
The member that selected him was the same guy that started to remove Rick's clothes.
When the two were alone in the room, the guy quickly bent over and kissed Rick's cock with the hot test fervor Rick had ever seen any guy display. All during the kiss, the guy was tugging at his own clothes. Soon as nude as Rick, the guy started to kiss all over Rick's lower torso.
As an eager tongue licked at Rick's ass, the guy noticed clear cream oozing from Rick's cock. Now heavy licking began and Rick responded with a tremendous hard-on. The bigger the cock became the more fluid there was for licking.
Rick clenched his fist and told himself he would rather shoot his load before called upon to suck in exchange. ("He can have mine if he wants, but I'll be damned if I'm going to do it!") Rick's thoughts were silent but his partner knew exactly what Rick had been thinking.
Gene Reynolds loved to suck cock. So much so, that his appetite rarely was satisfied with all one man could supply. He often took on as many guys as were willing to be sucked. One evening he took on five and still felt a need for a sixth. Gene Reynolds knew just about everything there was to know about sucking cock. That's how he knew that Rick didn't want to open his mouth in exchange.
But Gene Reynolds had been up against this problem before.
The problem was often resolved, for Gene knew how to handle guys when they gave their cocks but not their mouths.
Gene knew this often happened ... especially when his "mate" would rather have a cunt in front of his face. Gene's solution? ("Just dangle a throbbing dick in front of him ... that will do it every time.")
Gene did just that and as he suckled heavier and heavier on Rick's cock, the inevitable happened. Rick's tongue had been rolling within his mouth as he thought of the texture of cunt, the warmth of cunt, the wetness of cunt, the smell....
As Gene began to suck the very life out of Rick, an uncontrollable desire to complete the relationship hit Rick and he opened his mouth wide. He took Gene's cock into his mouth with such ferociousness that Gene was briefly afraid Rick would actually devour it.
Each soon suckled so intensely that a mutual orgasm struck them at the same time. Hot bolts of cream shot out and were immediately taken in. They suckled savagely as their cocks poured forth with all that was possible to offer.
Rick recalled the intensity of his first homosexual act the next morning as the hot shower cooled the hurt of the lash on his body. He thought it disturbing to have enjoyed it so much especially after resisting for such a long time.
("Damn, it felt good. Am I hooked on it now? Maybe once in awhile might be okay, but I sure don't want to stick only to cocks. What the hell do I do now?")
Rick asked the question of himself over and over again during the day's classes. He knew he had to find an answer and quickly.
Finally it came to him ... get himself a cunt and give it the works.
As soon as he got back to his dorm room, he called Wilma Barton, a sophomore he screwed on their first date. ("She was such a hot dish, she'll give it to me any way I want it.")
Two hours later they met, enjoyed hamburgers at the college snack shack, then went to a nearby "X" movie. It was a foreign-made film that did little to garner awards but greatly in exciting the many Richardson students that had flocked to see it.
Wilma and Rick were no exception and as they walked back to the campus area, Rick asked if she would like to join him in a private talk.
Later at Rick's Mu Sigma dorm room, they played several records as they drank and soon Rick's hands ran up and down Wilma's inner thighs. Offering no resistance, she lowered her head onto Rick's lap. Several times he bent over and kissed her; his hands never stopped the fondling of her smooth legs.
Their kisses grew warmer, his fingers more aggressive. Slowly his touch found its way to the thick mound of hair between her legs. She quivered at the first contact and her kisses grew moist upon his face. The more his hand fondled her cunt hair, the more her tongue moved within her mouth. Her legs parted and Rick's fingers easily slid under her panties. Immediately they searched out her clitoris. When it was reached, both immediately knew it.
The little bit of flesh quickly became alerted. It enlarged in size and became moist at his touch. Rick thought it warm and wonderfully exciting. Wilma knew her clitoris had been found as every muscle in her body vibrated at his touch. When anyone touched her on the little extra-sensitive spot, she would agree to anything asked of her. Anything.
Rick sensed her erotic height and lifted them both off the very hard couch. A soft bed was nearby and it looked very inviting. Wilma couldn't bear to be away from his nude body even for a brief moment and as they stood, she held him still and they kissed passionately. His hands reached around her bra and quickly unhooked the flimsy garment.
Before Rick had a chance to reach for her panties, Wilma started to work on his clothes. The shirt was quickly unbuttoned and discarded and his trousers dropped to the ground. Now she could feel his quickly-developing hard-on and when the bulk of his love pushed against the sheer material of her pantie, Wilma uttered a long and deep sigh.
Still standing, the two continued passionate kissing. They knew they could jump into bed any time, but it was exciting to purposely tease themselves. The hard-on grew and his cock came out of his shorts and pressed against her body. Wilma squirmed in his arms and she knew his cream was wetting her panties. It would have felt much better on her cunt, she thought, but how terribly exciting...."his beautiful cream all over my panties ... oh."
Wilma underestimated the strength of Rick's hard-on and it soon pushed the crotch of her panties aside. As his cream collected in her cunt hair, Wilma quivered as never before. She didn't realize but trickles of his juice were teasing her clitoris and her passion quickly inflamed. Their embrace was almost too much for them and his hands reached behind her and inside her panties. Fondling her cheeks generated even more passion and Wilma suddenly yelled, "oh, my goodness ... I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Each felt more surprised than the other, but there it was, Wilma was shooting from her cunt. The two were standing, they had not yet fucked, in fact each was still partially clothed.
Wilma quickly thought maybe they ought to dash to the bed, but there wasn't enough time. She decided to just remain in his loving arms and send the flow onward. Having never experienced an orgasm before while standing, Wilma had no idea how her body would nearly shake out of his grasp. Neither did she know that her legs would be like soft putty and she would need his strong arms to support her.
It was also the first orgasm Rick had ever seen shoot through a girl ... who was on her feet.
It came as intense as a thunderbolt and when it struck Wilma's body, nearly all its muscles participated violently. Her arms shook and she could no longer hold on to Rick. Her chest quivered so much, her breast nipples drew irregular patterns across his chest. His hands were on her ass at the explosive instant and he could hardly believe how much her cheeks shook as her cunt delivered the first of many many spurts.
And her legs. It was as if she had none, Rick thought. When Wilma sent all her passion toward her cunt, her leg were no exception. They started to rock and soon were not strong enough to stand any longer. Rick's hands quickly moved from her ass to her waist and he held her dearly. She surely would have fallen had he not held her so securely, and she knew it. Her small delicate body was easy to hold and he enjoyed her orgasm about as much as she did.
As the severe muscular pulsations ebbed, Wilma began to suckle his ear. It was a strange thing to do, she thought, but she wanted to do it. As her head bent over his right shoulder, Rick bent toward his left and almost managed to kiss her breast. To help him, Wilma tried to tilt further over and she suddenly fell. Fortunately, she could not have fallen to a safer place ... she fell face down onto the bed.
Her legs were still on the floor but most of her body rested on the bed. In the brief instant Rick saw the odd position, he was suddenly possessed to fuck her just that way. Wilma's back was toward him and she didn't realize he prepared to ram his cock in while she was tilted over. Wilma started to stand up, but it was too late. He quickly pulled her panties down and his cock slipped between her cheeks and into her cunt.
The shock of being fucked so suddenly excited Wilma and she reared her ass up to aid his penetration. She supported herself by raising her body off the bed, her arms folded beneath her forehead. She could see under her body and it looked wonderful to see his cock pumping away. His hands quickly went to her breasts and his fingers began to work on her nipples. The sight of his play was such a thrill, Wilma wanted to observe every detail of his lovemaking. Never before had she seen her breasts react the way they were at the moment, never before had she watched her cunt hair spread and a massive cock slide its way in ... it was just the greatest scene ever.
As her own orgasm had shot only a few minutes before, Wilma didn't care if she joined him and it was just as well. This fuck, she thought, "I want to watch ... not take part in."
It was not too strange an idea for this was similar to what Rick had just experienced. He got a big charge out of seeing her shoot a load and Wilma knew it. Now it was her turn.
Rick loved to fuck rear-entry style for his stomach in contact with an ass was one of his favorite positions.
His hard-on grew to tremendous size and he could feel the cock head strike her upper cunt wall at each stroke. He didn't usually experience that sensation but the tilt of her body shaped her cunt quite differently. He was reaching in much further and he could hardly wait for the hot cream to flood her cunt cavity. Neither could Wilma.
She wanted him to come before she got too hot. The thought of being a disinterested observer had sparked her greatly and she watched and waited. The bent-over position placed her fondled breasts only a foot from her eyes and it was very exciting to watch. The same view gave her an excellent view of his fuck into her and to watch the cock become redder, grow larger, and become increasingly creamier was something she did not want to disrupt.
She knew if she became excited she might not be able to see as much. Quickly she called out for Rick's load.
"Give it to me, lover ... c'mon shoot away ... pump your load into my hot cunt ... fuck, oh darling, fuck, please."
Rick's legs were beginning to buckle and he knew he would soon have to withstand the challenge of remaining upright. There would be no one to support him as he did to Wilma only a few minutes earlier.
Wilma knew the orgasm was coming when she saw his fingers stiffen around each breast and the cock becoming redder than ever. "Oh, please hurry, Rick ... please hurry." It was a strange request, for Wilma wanted him to fuck her before she was worked up. This was going to be a night of many delightful sexual events, she thought.
The pulsations became more and more intense and Rick suddenly fell forward, his stomach rubbing on her back. His cock quivered and a large bolt of cream was sent into her. Wilma felt the molten load strike the cunt wall and she didn't take her eyes off his cock for the briefest instant. As the hot strokes continued, she could see how much cream was already dribbling out her cunt and it was overwhelming.
One of the most exciting sights for Wilma was when her clitoris became soaked with the ejaculated cream of his cock. The clitoris was so small she hadn't seen it before but the hot fluid triggered a response immediately.
The nearly-obscure piece of flesh quickly became a throbbing projection as each drop made it larger and larger. Never before, and perhaps never again, she thought, would she see the clitoris so plainly enlarge and react to a fuck.
It was truly a beautiful session even if Wilma deliberately refrained from participating. Rick shot such a massive amount that when the last spurt left his body he began to buckle at the knees. Afraid to fall, he dropped his entire frame upon her back. He was heavy but Wilma didn't mind. That was her man above her, and that was all that mattered.
After a few moments of relaxing, Wilma allowed him to roll onto the bed and she quickly reached for his legs. As she lifted the rest of him onto the bed she looked at his wonderful body. His cock looked quite spent but she was determined to spark its interest immediately. Without asking if he would like to do it again, she jumped upon him and rolled her naked body atop his.
No other move could have restored his cock so quickly and she straddled him with a knee on each side of his body. Her wet cunt poised directly above his I-wonder-if-I-can-do-it-again cock and his own fluid dripped down on him.
The first blobs of spent cream had no effect but after a while the collection aroused the shrunken cock and it began to stand more and more erect. It didn't return to the tremendous size of his earlier fuck but when it was large enough to enter her, Wilma lowered her body.
"Gee, baby, I don't think I can come right away."
The apology wasn't necessary as Wilma began pumping away with her entire body. The hard-on grew as it swam within its own cream. Rick was enjoying the demands on his body and liked her pumping. He looked at her body and how determined it was to screw him ... no matter what.
Rick had no intention of stopping her, after all, this was to be an all-night sex orgy. As Wilma continued to pump, Rick looked up at her breasts and was suddenly filled with a tremendous hunger ... he had to have them!
Somehow he managed to sit himself up without disturbing her fuck position and he brought his mouth down on a breast. Milk came to his mouth almost immediately and he couldn't have been more pleased. He was sure she was so hot he could drink of her easily ... and he did.
The sensation of having her breasts drained at the same time she was humping him back to another fuck was delirious for Wilma. She kept telling of her delight and how beautiful the fuck was for her body.
"Oh, my baby, drink of my breasts ... suckle me, suckle me ... drain my body of its warm milk ... oh, that feels so good ... oh, my darling...."
Rick came rapidly the first time for he had stored nearly a week's supply of cream, but now he had but two or three minutes to recover. He was obviously much slower this time and he enjoyed the much longer sex play.
With his arms wrapped tightly around her, Rick continued to drain her lovely breasts of all they could produce. He had never tasted breast milk like that before and he wondered if that was what babies actually drank. Wilma kept talking of a baby and it excited Rick to think of Wilma as a mother. Rick didn't fear a pregnancy out of this beautiful night, in fact almost welcomed it.
As Wilma kept hurtling her beautiful body down on her lover, Rick's hands roved up and down her back. He could hardly keep them on her ass as she bounced constantly. He was sure he could feel little dents in her cheeks from the pounding on her heels. What a delightful way to get black-and-blue marks, he thought.
Wilma looked as if she was riding a wild horse as she threw one arm into the air to maintain her balance.
The hot pounding had to end and when it did, Rick couldn't believe how much of a flow he managed. It almost duplicated the volume of his first fuck and easily matched it in intensity.
As if he sought to replenish his bodily fluids, Rick suckled hard on Wilma's well-shaped breasts. He drained them completely and when he pulled his face from her she looked almost flat-chested. The combination of her emptied breasts and filled cunt were almost too much for Wilma and she slowly collapsed upon the bed. The multi-orgasms had taken their toll on her young body and she was almost asleep before her head hit a waiting pillow.
Rick panted heavily as the last of his orgasm subsided. When Wilma fell to one side, he sat motionless for several moments. Sleep gradually possessed his very exhausted body and he tilted in the opposite direction.
Neither knew how long they slept but when their eyes opened, the view was of cock and cunt. Wilma parted her mouth to lick at his small inactive cock and Rick began to lick at her cunt lips.
Wilma wanted so much to bring his cock back to life and Rick was still full of an intense desire to suckle.
As Wilma licked at him, the cock increased in size and she delightfully took it within her mouth. As it rapidly gorged with his ever-flowing blood, she could barely envelop half of it. Wilma marveled at how beautiful an instrument of love it was. Often she would open her eyes and take in the beautiful sight.
Rick continued to ooze considerable amounts of clear fluid and Wilma swallowed every bit of it. It was difficult for her to believe his body provided so much lubrication but in any event she delightfully drank every possible drop.
Rick was happy with his position as he licked all the fluid from her cunt. Much of the fluid was his own but her past orgasms had done much to her. He knew a girl's orgasm was mostly muscular but he could tell from the taste, some of it was female.
As he licked at her warm and beautiful lips, he could see the clitoris quivering at his nearness. Whenever it shrunk back into its protective shroud a lick immediately brought it back into the open. Each time it came back at his demand it was warmer and brighter in color. Rick could tell he was working her back to another flow and he was all for it. Especially the way she was sucking his cock.
When all the liquid was taken from her cunt and still more appeared, no better proof could have been offered that there indeed was such a thing as cunt juice. Rick knew Wilma was getting very hot. Real hot.
His tongue began to dart in and out of her and Wilma said it was like a small cock trying to find its way in. She had to release the hold on the real thing to talk to him, but she had to tell him.
She had to tell him of the exquisite feeling of sucking and being sucked. "Oh, Rick darling, it's so good to have your tongue within me. Oh, it's good, so good. I'm going to shoot a third time and I'm going to give you so much we won't want a fourth. Let's give each other the complete works, huh, please Rick."
The cock was being suckled into a shot that would undoubtedly be so intense Rick wouldn't want any further orgasms. He knew it and she knew it. Her mouth was so wonderful he was almost wishing his hard-on wasn't quite so massive. "Damn it, darling ... I sure would like my whole cock in your mouth. Can't you take in any more?"
Wilma was so hot she was quite willing to do anything for her man. She opened her mouth so wide she thought she would choke and Rick pushed his cock in as far as he could. He could feel it strike the back of her throat and Wilma was barely able to handle it, let alone suckle its treasure.
Then a strange thing happened. His cock began to shrink. Wilma thought that maybe her man was just losing some of his passion and Rick didn't know what to think. He was just as hot, or even more so ... but the cock shrunk to about three inches in length.
Wilma told him not to be worried about it. "It's a hell of a lot easier to suck now anyway. Cripes, I thought I was going to choke before and now it's just great. Who cares what the reason is, as long as it's this good."
Wilma's voice was not heard again as she took the small hard-on into her mouth. He soon had to admit ... her suckle was just perfect now.
Her hungry mouth devoured the entire cock and her tongue licked at the base of the shaft. She was so demanding on his body that Rick's mouth reacted similarly. He intensely suckled her cunt lips while his tongue licked feverishly within her. Never before had he been able to lick at the back wall of a cunt and it was just delicious.
Their demand for a mutual suck that would be extremely intense was soon to be met and each strived for the ultimate in perfection. When two bodies work so beautifully together as Wilma's and Rick's, an extreme degree in excellence is inevitable.
Both grasped the ass of the other and squeezed. Wilma soon felt a quiver in Rick and in seconds it developed into violent heaving. His cock was throbbing and she readied herself for the task of absorbing the cream that was about to shoot into her. Her own body reacted and immediately her cunt began to vibrate. A mutual orgasm was about at hand and they used every power possible to provide and accept the hot fluids of love.
When it struck, Wilma swallowed hard and fast. The smooth hot cream was taken in as fast as possible and it coated her throat in the most delightful way. Her own orgasm came at the same exact instant and she discharged with so much intensity that everything else was off in some far distant world ... except the sucking of his cock.
Sucking so overpowered Rick that he urged his body to send forth every possible drop. So much shot out of his cock he thought he would feel completely empty of all fluids ... except what he was licking from her cunt.
When the climactic end came, he felt his tongue become quite warm and a thin cream seemed to come from nowhere. He had sucked cunt before but most of the time it was more a muscle shake than something to actually swallow. This time he had a lot to swallow.
Each continued to give and take all that was possible until neither found they could move another muscle.
Rick dreamed all through the night that followed. He dreamed of his first weeks at Richardson University, how he had experienced some of the most delightful sexual episodes of his life ... and how happy he was that he had decided to attend the popular university.
Richardson was certainly the place to go to further one's education.
