"Quiet!" ordered Gloria. A hush fell over the sorority house. The girls were all lined up naked and Henry appraised them one by one.
Gloria was being fully cooperative. "Just tell us what it is you want us to do. What positions, who, where, and how many at a time."
Henry grinned sheepishly and gave his instructions. He was going to enjoy this night. It was going to be a night he'd never forget.
CHAPTER ONE
Henry looked up from his textbook. The small alarm clock on his desk said ten o'clock. Closing the book on statistical analysis, he stood and stretched. From the closet he took his tennis shoes and black turtleneck sweater, sat on the bed, put them on. On the wall the name Barclay University blazed across a red and grey banner.
Barclay is a medium-sized university inconspicuously tucked into the rolling New England hills of the east coast. The private institution has a glorious history of catering to the children of well-to-do families throughout the country. Henry, the son of less affluent parents, qualified for Barclay thanks to his excellent high school scholastic record and a new federally-funded scholarship program.
He pulled the turtleneck over his head, messing his blond, medium length hair. Standing in front of the mirror he looked at his mediocre face, the grey-blue eyes, the slightly oversized nose, three pimples dotting his chin. Henry's major is accounting, and he looks it; particularly after he puts his glasses on. But, he smiled, winked at himself, reached into his dresser drawer and took out a small, silver, minox camera. He had saved a long time to buy the camera. Photography was his minor subject. Unwrapping a fresh roll of super-sensitive, high-speed film, he put it inside. He clicked the camera shut and dropped it into his pocket.
Henry whistled as he pranced down the stairs from his top-story room in the old rooming house. At the bottom of the stairs he passed the large living room.
"Hey! Henry! Where ya going?" called Jerry. Henry froze. He liked Jerry, a fellow student living in the boarding house, but tonight he didn't want him tagging along. '
"Uh ... gosh, Jerry. ... I was planning on a walk...."
Jerry interrupted, "I'll go with you."
"I was planning on ending up at a girl's house," Henry quickly added.
"Oh?" Jerry answered, a little disappointed. But his eyes made a roguish squint. "You got something going for you?"
Henry smiled, "Yeah, I hope so."
"Good luck!" called Jerry, as Henry left the house.
He stopped on the front porch and looked across the street at the large, Greek pillared, plantation style building. Several windows glowed on the face of the three-story edifice. It was the home of Epsilon Sigma Sorority, the most exclusive ladies club and residence on campus. Henry's eyes darted from lit room to lit room trying to see any signs of activity from the thirty-five most beautiful girls on campus.
Henry left the porch and walked down the block past the rows of rooming houses and other fraternal organizations. At the end of the block he turned left, crossed the street, strolled along that block, turned left again. Half way along this block he stopped. A pathway led between two houses at the end of which he could see the back of the Epsilon Sigma Sorority. Stealthily, silently he merged into the shadows of the path and crept its length.
The rear of the sorority house was dark. A few cars were parked there, garbage cans were lined up in a neat row, light showed in some of the upstairs windows. Henry pressed against the side of the building and edged toward a thin shaft of gold light coming from a ground level, basement window.
Since moving into his boarding house four months ago, Henry's interest in Epsilon Sigma grew with each night. It started one evening as he looked out his window, across the street, into the window of one of the sorority bedrooms. A splendidly ignorant girl had left her curtains wide open; he had a full, clear view of the room. She was a tall, brown-haired young thing with large, high breasts straining against her bathrobe.
Quickly, Henry shut the light off in his room and watched her gracefully remove the bathrobe and stand in front of her mirror combing her long, wet hair.' Two fully blossomed breasts held firm, solid ground as they hung free with their pointed, pink nipples capping each end. Henry's mouth watered as he imagined the succulent, soft flesh of the two glowing white mounds under the lapping of his tongue, the sucking of his lips. He leapt on top of his desk to get a better angle on the surprising sight. The higher he climbed, the more of her body he could see over her window sill. As he stretched to the top of his height he was able to see the curve of her slender, supple waist, the mounding billow of full hips and the uppermost half of two round, glaring white, tender buns. As he made the ultimate attempt to see more, his head hit the ceiling.
The simple, pleasurable incident made profound changes in the life of Henry. Since she bathed nightly, he had to rearrange his study schedule to accommodate a tantalizing half-hour break. However, the limitations set by his ceiling caused him endless frustration. The half-hour break had to be lengthened to one hour. During this time Henry would climb out of his window, tiptoe across the shingle roof of the porch, straddle the main roof of the house and climb to the uppermost peak at the front of the building.
From this high, and dangerous, position he was finally rewarded with the view of the missing anatomical parts. As he had suspected the crack between the white, curving buns continued down to lunge between her long, smooth, sleek thighs. But, when she turned, when she swung her tasty ass behind her and showed the full-haired, mounding pussy lying between those thighs, below her flat stomach, Henry almost exploded. His erect penis, straining in his jeans, twitched, and his legs tightened. He clamped his mouth shut to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs, "Victory! V for Victory!"
The next change in Henry's life was that he got a part-time job at the student bookstore. Prior to his discovery of the well-bathed young brunette, the thought of work almost repulsed him. But he now had a new reason for ambition. He saved every dollar of pay for a month. The savings were slapped down on the counter of a local sporting goods store for a pair of high-power, black binoculars.
Each evening at roughly the same time Henry could be seen sitting astride the roof-peak of his boarding house, binoculars glued to his eyes like an old fisherman in the crow's nest of a whaling ship. However, the value of the binocular investment soon decreased. One night, after the perilous climb, after setting himself in position, after adjusting the focus on the spy-glasses, he was disappointed to see the beautiful brunette close the drapes.
Every night of the next week she closed the drapes just prior to show time. As he sat at his desk and furiously smashed his fist down while staring at the closed curtains, imagining what was going on behind them, he decided a new method was necessary.
The following months he kept busy making quick forays on foot to various ground level windows in the area. As he became more adept at his creeping hobby, he purchased the black turtleneck and tennis shoes. He became more familiar with the art of moving in the night, found the comfort of shadows, learned the value of motionlessness. In time he established the bedtime habits and hours of certain young ladies in the neighborhood.
But, the camera. Why the camera? Henry saved a long time for it. He had a purpose, a reason, something that would repay the investment a hundred fold. The wondrous, enchanting sights he had so far viewed did nothing to satisfy the growing lust in his loins. As each night trip ended he felt himself that much more hungry to touch, to taste, to feel the beautiful, healthy bodies he saw. The camera would make this possible.
At the ground level window of the sorority house Henry knelt down. Pressing his face close to the earth he peered into the slightly opened basement window. There they were. It was Monday night, meeting night for the sorority. All thirty-five of the girls sat in folding chairs, the president and other officers facing them. Henry had watched these meetings before. Each girl wore a long, black robe with a hood. At the end of the room, hanging over three lit candles, was a large blue banner with the name Epsilon Sigma on it. Below the name was scribed, "Everything for the Sisters".
The meeting was drawing to a close. On Monday nights the girls refused all dates, holding a large dinner followed by drinking and sometimes pot. Then they held their quick meeting in which upcoming social events, sorority projects and the like were discussed. Soon they would leave the basement and bead upstairs to their bedrooms. He slipped around the comer of the building to the fire escape.
With silent prowess he stepped on the front bumper of a parked car, leaped into the air, caught the bottom of the metal walkway and pulled himself up. He settled below a second-story window and waited. The draperies for the window were an inch and a half too short. When the light went on he could see the whole room easily. It contained three beds and dressers, piles of books, small desks; the walls were heavily plastered with assorted banners, pictures, posters. A short, thin girl with a tight, firm, athletic body paced across the room. She kicked her shoes off and stretched. Her small, round breasts pressed outward against her light pink sweater. She whipped the sweater up and over her head, her short, shaggy hairdo bouncing back into place. She wore no bra, and as she held her arms high the breasts lifted, sticking out, white, tender, with puckered, crimson nipples capping each end.
Next, she unsnapped her plaid slacks, let them drop to the floor and kicked them in the direction of the closet. Briefly cut, diaphanous satin underpants stretched across the full, round cheeks of her backside. Henry could clearly see the crack of her ass as it dug between the two glorious mounds. She lay down on her bed, and a sparse patch of crotch hair pushed against the front of the panties. She stretched again, arching her back. Inside his pants, Henry's cock sprung to its fullest, largest size. His balls screamed to unleash into the slender, tiny girl their boiling load of come.
Two other girls entered the room. One had such full, heaping tits that she at first appeared overweight. But, as she stripped her sweater off and exposed the two hulking giants of soft, smooth flesh with large, wide nipples, Henry changed his mind. Her waist narrowed into a flat bellied, slim circumference. She pulled her skirt from her legs and showed well-developed thighs blending into sleek, slim calves. Her round, full rump was a marvel of high, firm ripeness. After slipping down her underpants she turned. A billowing mound of black hair capped her cunt, the lips hung low, yearning, inviting. She was splendid, the maximum in development, all woman.
The other roommate was tall, thin, lanky, like a fashion model. She methodically undressed her statuesque body. First, removing a small bow from her hair, she placed it on the dresser. Next, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and opened it. As she wiggled it from her slender arms her grapefruit-like breasts bobbled in a pink lace bra. After hanging the blouse neatly in her closet she unzipped her short mini-skirt and hung it up. Beige panty hose tightly gripped her waist and squeezed her oval backside. She had long, slender legs with dignified, well-bred curves. With one swoop she pulled her underpants and panty hose down. As she bent low to step out of them Henry watched her slick, red cunt lips peek from the darkness between her rear thighs, below the slit of her ass, underneath the puckered dot of her asshole. His stretching cock screamed for a place between those wet, slippery lips. She folded and put the panty hose in her drawer.
The full-bodied girl with the big breasts took a bottle of liquor from her dresser and poured some drinks. The three nude girls chattered busily as Henry watched them gather to sit together on the bed closest to the window. They were a matter of three feet from his squinting, wonder-filled eyes. The fashion model type closed the bedroom door and locked it before reaching into her desk and bringing out a brown, tightly rolled joint of marijuana.
They giggled and laughed while drinking and smoking themselves into oblivion. Henry took the camera from his pocket and lifted it to the window sill. He snapped a quick photo and waited. At last he saw what he knew would happen from earlier visits to the fire escape. The full-bodied girl's hand came to rest on the thigh of the small girl. The tiny young lady made no attempt to remove it. Slowly, with circles increasing in size, the large-breasted girl made rings with her hand on the leg.
Henry snapped another shot. The tall girl suddenly stood. She raised her arms over her head and wiggled her shoulders so her melon-like tits wobbled and swung in bounding arcs. She leaned forward and came close to the full-bodied girl, who opened her mouth and pressed her lips onto one of the soft breasts. The statuesque girl smiled and pressed closer trying to force more of her mammary into the sucking mouth. She dropped her hands to latch onto the jug-like tits of the girl sucking her nipple into hardness.
As she briskly sucked at her roommate's nipple, the large-busted girl slid her hand into the crotch of her tiny friend on the bed. The small girl spread her legs wide, welcoming the searching fingers. The hand gripped at her underwear and slid them off her slim legs. She kicked them free and spread her legs even farther apart as the full-titted girl pressed her hand into the wet, newly exposed crotch. Henry clicked another shot.
The three tumbled on the bed in a tangle of feeling hands, clinging arms, sucking mouths and twisting legs. The smallest girl dug her face between the thighs of her tall roommate. With her hands she pushed them apart, again exposing the glorious pussy to Henry's sight. He clicked the camera. The small girl's tongue lashed out and brushed solidly against the hanging cunt lips. Then her open mouth clamped hungrily onto the box, sucking, licking, lapping the hole into heated wetness.
The tall girl bent her fashionable body until her flawless nose came in contact with the two large buns of full-bodied, ripe-assed girl. She spread the heaps of soft flesh apart, stretching the crack wide, laying the brown cluster of the anus open to quick licks of her darting tongue. Henry clicked the camera again as she pointed her tongue and pressed it hard against the taut, tight hole. It slipped partially inside. The full-breasted girl groaned, her hands feverishly lashing out to briskly rub across the pinched, hard nipples of the humping little girl sucking on the cunt at her mouth.
The bit-titted roommate became frantic. She pressed her hand into the small girl's open cunt. She drove one, two, three fingers deep into the glistening vagina. The lips moved apart, straining, dripping fluids. Henry clicked again. She spread the cunt-lips open with her fingers and finally plunged her face into the slippery juices of the box. She drove her tongue far inside and lapped at the oozing pussy, driving the small hips into wilder, erratic humping.
The three-girl daisy chain, with each mouth attached to a dripping crotch of a friend, blurred before Henry's eyes. They started to roll and bolt their cunts into the sucking lips, the digging tongues. Hands eagerly reached out to squeeze the closest breast tightly, to dig between humping buns, to stroke and caress flat, shivering stomachs.
Henry wanted to stay and watch, but he knew he had better move on. Clicking one last photo, making sure to get as clear a shot of the faces as possible, he silently crept along the fire escape to the next window.
He was none too soon. Two Swedish-looking girls with bright, blonde hair, straight noses, and glowing complexions sat on a bed. They were completely nude and sat Indian style with crossed legs. Their blond-haired cunts pushed forward in mounding, swollen glory. Each girl had firm, soft, white tits. The two pairs of tender, globing breasts were almost identical in size and formation. But the most amazing thing was the pink, plastic, cock-shaped vibrator the girl on the right held.
She pressed the point of the vibrator against the red cunt-lips of her friend. Slowly, agonizingly, she pushed the large phallus into the sucking, starving pussy. The girl lay back as the pink machine was buried inside her; her cunt rose higher, and her friend pushed the vibrating shaft in deeper. The blonde hair of the girl whipped from side to side as she rolled her head in wild ecstasy. Henry heard the loud gasps of her quick paced breath. When the battery-operated rod was pushed completely into the juicing box, the girl groaned loudly. The friend mounted her, and slipping her right leg between the girl's open thighs she pressed against the tail-end of the vibrator, holding it inside the cunt. She wrapped her arms around her plastic-filled friend and they pressed their lips together. Tongues lashed out in feverish frenzy, splashing together, stabbing into each other, biting at lips, kissing mouths. They held each other in a tight embrace and rolled in ecstasy as the massager-filled cunt of the girl broke into spastic trembles, as she lurched her hips upward, as her body washed away in uncontrolled orgasm. Henry clicked his camera.
The beautiful young girl went limp. Her body lay prone across the bed, the swollen breasts heaving with each deep gasp for air. The other girl removed the vibrating cock; juices coated it as she lifted it to her mouth. While it still hummed with agitating speed she licked at the wet plastic, pressed it between her lips, her blue eyes smiling as she sucked the thing inside. Click.
Henry moved to the next window. Through the slight crack below the curtains he saw a surprising sight. Two girls forcibly held a third by her arms. The frightened, crying girl struggled to get away. Another girl with large, hard, high breasts and the wide full hips of an athlete stood before the captive. Henry recognized her sneering face, her short black hair, the confident sneer on her face. It was the girl who sat at the front table during the meetings, the sorority president.
She reached forward and cupped the tearful girl's chin in her hand, and delicately, almost tenderly, she lifted the face up and stared into the frightened eyes. The girl sniffled. Coolly, the president ordered the others to put the trembling young thing on the bed.
"No!" screeched the girl as she made a desperate lurch to break free.
The president lashed out and slapped her wet face with a brutal crack. Henry winced. They pulled her onto the bed, on her back, her limber, small-breasted body helplessly wrenched at the tight hold on her wrists. She kicked her smooth, delicate legs in the air. But her heaves and twists were hopeless. She let her legs rest, and her rib cage lifted and fell with the trembling attempts she made to take in air.
The president's hand pressed into her own, black-haired crotch. She rubbed the cunt-lips with the flat of her palm while watching the futile struggles of the girl. She stood over her, licked her lips and said. "Everything for the Sisters, Janice."
Janice cringed and held as still as possible. Henry thought he could see the pounding of her heart below the purple-nippled peak of her tiny, adolescent breasts. The president nodded to the two girls. They reached down and grabbed Janice at the ankles and forced her shivering legs apart. They pulled them wide, and her light, blond-haired cunt with pink, soft lips lay open. Henry's hand automatically moved to the swelling cock in his pants as he stared into the sweet, tiny slit of the delicious-looking pussy. The president moved to the foot of the bed and stepped between the open legs. Again, the girl started to struggle; her hips bounced on the bed, little ripe buns straining below the cunt, and she tried to kick, but her ankles were held fast.
"Please! Please! No!" she cried.
"Shut up!" yelled the president.
"But...."
"Don't you want to stay in this sorority?" quietly asked the president.
Janice didn't answer; her cries subsided, and she rolled her head to the side and closed her eyes. Tears forced their way out. She made a resigned moan as the president pushed her fingers brutally between the cunt-lips and into the tender, pink skin within the box. Briskly, she rolled and pumped a finger deeper and deeper into the small opening. The slender body of Janice tried to buck and repel the unwanted probe, but each movement of her hips only brought on a deeper jab of the finger. The president then thrust two fingers inside, stretching at the sensitive skin, pushing the lips far apart. Janice stopped struggling; her breathing took on a less desperate rhythm, and she started to inhale deep, heavy breaths, less out of fear, more from enjoyment. The futile moans from her throat lost their short-clipped tone of anguish and became the groans of animal pleasure. The two other girls reached down and started to squeeze Janice's mounding, silken breasts. The crimson nipples soon responded into pebble-like peaks as they brought their mouths onto the soft, white flesh. They released her arms and legs, and Janice let them fall limply to her side. The two girls, their heads pressed together, thirstily sucked in the whipped-cream skin of her tits and bit into the cherry nipples. Janice arched her back into the licking, warm lips, driving her chest hard against the two sucking mouths.
The president kneeled at the foot of the bed. Her grinning face loomed over the stretched, now freely-juicing cunt. She slid her fingers free and with one hand on the inside of each thigh, pushed them apart, spreading her crotch wide open, stretching the lips of the red pussy wide. She hungrily plunged her mouth down on the slick pussylips, burying her nose in the pubic hair, digging, sinking her tongue far inside the slit. With quick, deep thrusts of her tongue she licked and sucked the pussy into crimson excitement. Henry snapped another shot.
He watched as the girl rolled and writhed below the triple assault of tongues. The president's hands slid under her to lift the round buns of her backside, to push the sweetness of her cunt higher, harder against the mouth. Her legs started to jerk, her flat stomach trembled fiercely, and Henry heard her loud, animal groan. A groan that signalled not only pleasure and resignation, but also the acceptance of the credo, "Everything for the Sisters."
The tender body bolted and lashed into a climax as the three sucking girls increased the whipping fervor of their tongues. The president lapped her tongue flat across the soaked crotch, licking at the folds of her buns, stroking the trembling anus, washing the cunt-lips, driving into the pulsating interior skin. Henry snapped another shot.
CHAPTER TWO
Henry quietly slipped from the fire escape and again blended with the shadows. He crept back around the house and down the pathway. His cock pushed upward with an enormous erection, screaming, crying for the insides of a hot, juice soaked cunt. He stopped suddenly on the path when he noticed a light go on in one of the small houses to the side. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he deftly climbed over a small picket fence into the backyard. Crawling under the protective cover of some bushes, he emerged with his nose at the window sill of the lit room. Inside he saw a tall black girl in a bathrobe briskly toweling her hair. He settled onto his haunches and waited.
A large, muscular black student entered the room. He was in his twenties, and his thick, hard arms made Henry suspect he was on the football team. He wore a pair of blue jeans, his broad chest bare. The lanky girl watched him in the mirror as he approached from the rear and put his arms around her waist. She giggled, squirmed and told him to leave her alone. His hands disappeared beneath the robe and he pulled her hard against him. She wiggled and giggled some more.
The robe opened and her two large, jug-like breasts rolled free. Their shiny, brown skins glowed with smooth softness; dark nipples made fleshy, tender spots on the ends. The young man s large hands dug hungrily into the pliant tits, pressing them flat against her chest, making her squirm. The robe opened further and Henry saw the curly black hair of her cunt sitting at the bottom of her smooth, flat stomach. One of the large hands slid from her breast and caressed its way across the light brown stomach into the dark patch, then further. She bolted back with a laugh, pressing her rump into the crotch of the hard bodied football player. He jabbed his hips back into her, arching his back, almost lifting her off her feet. Her cunt pushed forward, and his probing fingers sunk into the curly-patched sweetness of her crotch.
Soon she was reeling against his broad shoulders, her eyes closed, her tits swaying in joyous ecstasy as he worked the cunt into juicy heat. Her pink tongue slid from between her bright, white teeth and licked her lips. The robe dropped from her curving, brown shoulders and fell to the floor. She reached back and forced her hand between her buns and his blue jeans to grab onto the huge, swelling bulge of his cock.
With one hand still digging into her cunt he reached down and unsnapped his pants. Her fingers dug lustily into the bleached-white jockey shorts and pulled free his hard, glistening, absolutely enormous cock. The mighty shaft didn't end! Her hand feverishly stroked the entire expanse of the pole, pulling at the skin, twisting the hard, yet limber rod into hot, driving frenzy.
She turned, and her face glowed with pleasure as she kneeled at the feet of her large-cocked lover. She kissed the hanging balls in his loose-skinned scrotum. His rocket-cock loomed mightily over her face as she reached up and pulled it down to her wet lips. With her mouth opened wide and her tongue dancing forward to lightly lick at the tip, she maneuvered the dark shaft into the far reaches of her throat. Like a seagull swallowing a fish she gorged the snake far in, deep, her cheeks bulging; she vigorously pumped her head up and down, sucking his glowing shaft deeper with each plummet.
He grabbed her head in his two hands and held it still as he jutted his hips into her face, driving the cock almost completely into her receiving lips. She hung limply, her hands grasped on his tight ass cheeks, as the pecker sank thoroughly inside.
He pulled back and let the soaked cock fall free. She smiled as he wiped the pecker-head across her face, under her chin, down her shoulder before grabbing her under the armpits and lifting her to her feet. She pressed her pelvis forward, but he turned her around, his cock bouncing against the buoyant humps of her backside. She leaned over, her rump bulging back. He pushed her shoulders, making her bend even more over her dresser. Her juicing cunt hung below the crack between her shining, round rumps, and she pulled the cock toward her yearning hole. She guided the tip of the giant pecker into her wet, pink-brown cunt lips. The skins separated eagerly and the enormous cock slipped inside. With a quick jerk of his hips, a drive from his tight bunned, athletic ass, he sent the shaft deep into the sucking, slick cunt. Henry heard her loud moan as she bolted her ass back hard onto the driving pole. He snapped the last shot of the roll.
With a hand on each side of her hips, he rapidly fired the cock inside with quick, deep thrusts. She trembled and twisted her ass in gleeful reception. Deeper, deeper he pushed the shaft; more and more juices flowed from the hole; liquid oozed down the inside of her thighs. She bent more, almost bringing her head to her knees, and reached back to grab his swinging sack of testicles with her hand. She rolled them tenderly in her fingers as he sent his dark pole into the wet lips, through the foaming juices around the rim of her burning, scorching cunt. Her jug-tits swayed and flopped with each driving thrust, her mouth open, eyes closed, heavy, quick breaths forced from her lungs as she worked her sweet ass back and forth on his endless pecker.
He fiercely pulled her hips, squashing her ass against himself, merging his cock with her cunt, sending the tip of the pulsating shaft to the furthermost end of her screaming pussy. His legs trembled, and he flung his head back in animal ecstasy as his climax rose from the balls she held, as semen coursed upward into the lengthy rod and burned its way to burst from the end, to explode like fireworks into her body. She wiggled and humped on the pumping shaft as it unleashed a full load of white semen into the far recesses of her sucking, squeezing cunt. The jizz washed inside her and started to leak from the hole, dribbling around the base of the broad cock, foaming with the rapid-fire bouncing of her rump.
She screeched and swung her head wildly with painful glee as her body went into a trembling orgasm. She almost fell to the floor as her knees lost their strength, as her hands grasped at thin air, as her tongue furiously lashed across her lips. She bolted and jerked against the cock; come freely oozed from her cunt-lips. She fell across the dresser, exhausted, spent, satisfied. He slid his shrinking, limber snake from the relaxing hole. It hung half-hard, dripping, receding in front of him as he walked to the bathroom for a towel.
Henry stared into the stretched lips of her sticky cunt as she hunched over the dresser. A final lump of sperm dripped free. He backed from the bushes and slipped over the fence. With cat-like, unobserved movements he strolled to the street and disappeared into the night.
Back at his room he placed the camera into his dresser and sat on his bed to take off his tennis shoes. There was a knock on his door.
"Yes?" asked Henry.
"It's me, Jerry."
Henry grinned. He should have known. Jerry would want to know how his "date" was. He unlocked the door and let his anxious friend in. Jerry wore his pajama bottoms, no top; his overweight stomach billowed above the tie string. As he entered, Henry knew exactly what his first question would be.
"Did you get any?"
"Any what?" asked Henry.
"You know what I mean. Did you lay her?" Jerry sat on top of Henry's desk.
"Jesus, Jerry, what do you expect? It was our first date, if you want to call it that."
"Oh, you didn't, huh?" He was a little disappointed. "Do I know her?"
"I doubt it."
"Well, what's she like?"
"Nice. Very nice."
"I don't care if she's nice or not. How's her tits?"
Henry threw his shoes in the closet. "Her left one is real nice, real big."
"Her left one? What about the other one?"
"The other one? Oh! you must mean her right one. It's not as nice. Small, real small, and no nipple, just an oozing sore."
"Aw shit!" complained Jerry. "I'm seriously asking you about your love life and you're feeding me a lot of shit."
"To tell you the truth, Jerry, that's exactly what my love life has been lately, a lot of shit."
"Mine too."
"Well, if we keep trying, maybe someday a horny young thing will bless us with the privilege of her pussy."
Jerry scratched his head. "I sure hope so. I'm so fucking horny I get a hard-on reading the comics."
"At least you're healthy."
After a pause Jerry said, "You know, I'm thinking of moving out. Joining a fraternity."
"A fraternity? What for?"
"Cause they're the guys that get all the ass, that's why."
"Who says so?"
"I do. Look at those girls across the street. They're the best looking broads on campus, the richest too. Do you ever see one of them go out with somebody who isn't in a fraternity?" Jerry asked.
"No. No, I guess not," replied Henry.
"They won't do it. You gotta be a hot-shot fraternity boy before they'll even look at you. It's one of their rules."
"Maybe you're right, but they're not the only girls on campus."
"No, but they're the best. They haven't got one ugly in that whole house! Every one is perfect! I want to join a frat, put on my pin and run in there with my cock out!"
"I doubt if it's that simple," said Henry.
"No, but it's a start. Shit, something's gotta change or I'll go nuts."
Henry lay across his bed. "Why don't you just ask a girl out?"
"Who?"
"Anyone you like. Someone in one of your classes, a girl in the cafeteria, one walking down the street."
"Just like that? Excuse me, my name's Jerry, want to come up to my room and diddle with my pee-wee?"
Henry laughed. "I wasn't suggesting that. Ask a girl to a movie. Take her home, kiss her cheek, ask her out for the next weekend. Build up to it. Within a few dates she'll be humping your fat body silly."
"Maybe. But if I join a fraternity they do all that for me. They have parties, arrange dates, functions. You have a much larger field to pick from."
"All you need is one, Jerry. But, go ahead, join a club, let them tell you who you can take out. Let them run your sex life for you."
"You bet I will. I see those guys playing around with those sweet broads and I know they must be doing something right."
"It costs money."
"I know. But my folks will cough it up. Christ, they don't want their son to be a social outcast."
"How about your grades?" Henry asked.
"Hah! They're as bad off as my sex life! See, it's an absolute necessity! If I don't get some pussy I'll go crazy-my grades are dropping, my morale is low. I could flunk out!"
"Man, I wish I could help you."
"Why don't you join one with me?"
"No thanks. I'll be horny and lonesome while you're out screwing the whole campus."
"It isn't hard. All you do is go around to the fraternity houses and tell 'em you're interested. They show you around, invite you to a party, get you a date. Man, I hear they really try to hustle you into joining. It could be a gas."
"Have a good time. I'll stay here and study. Besides, I have my own method."
"Your own method?" asked Jerry.
"Yeah."
"What do you mean?"
"I've got my own plans on how to get some of that sorority tail," answered Henry.
"Well, what are they?" anxiously asked Jerry. "Sorry, I can't tell."
"Bullshit! You haven't got any plans. You're feeding me another line of bullshit!"
"No I'm not. Tell you what, I'll bet five dollars that I'm wallowing in those prime cunts across the street within two weeks. No fraternities, no bullshit, just me and my stiff cock."
Jerry stared at Henry for several seconds. He knew Henry was serious, but he couldn't believe him. The idea was too outlandish. His face finally broke into a sly grin. "Five dollars?"
"Five dollars."
"Cash?"
"Yep. That I'm balling one of those girls before you even get introduced to them."
Jerry stood, his stomach rolling with the effort. "Okay, wise-guy, you got yourself a bet!"
His hand shot out and Henry shook it. "Within two weeks."
"I'll say one thing for you, Henry, you sure seem confident," Jerry said.
"That's because I know I'll succeed."
"Tell me about it after you pay me my five dollars."
"You'll see."
"You got any Playboy's?" asked Jerry.
Henry glanced around his room until his eyes fell on a well-read issue of a man's girlie magazine. "There it is," he said. "You gonna start practicing for the big day?"
"I got a hard-on just thinking about those broads. I gotta do something with it or I'll never sleep." Jerry picked the magazine up and leafed through it.
"Well, don't do it here," said Henry. "Take it with you, and don't mess it up."
Jerry grinned. "Thanks. I'll give it back to you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Jerry."
"See you. Good luck with your secret plan." He turned and left.
Henry smiled to himself. Jerry didn't believe him at all. He was in for the surprise of his life. He turned his desk lamp off and looked out the window. Across the street only one last light glowed in a window.
"They're all through sucking each other's cunts," he thought to himself. "Now they have the rest of the week to suck cocks."
He blew a kiss toward the window and climbed into bed. Dreams of a sorority girl line-up, all naked, waiting for his precious penis, danced in his head. He had the lever now. All he needed to do was develop the pictures tomorrow, then the fun would start. His cock worked up in excitement at the thought of having all those girls at his command. It stretched high and mighty under the covers, anxious, impatient, until Henry's hand wrapped around the muscle and stroked it briskly. He whipped the temporary loneliness from the stiff peter and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The following day Henry was anxious to get to his photography course. He sat through the lecture portion impatiently waiting for dismissal and the laboratory session. Listening to the droning lecture and haphazardly scribbling notes, he noticed a pair of well-tanned legs at the next desk. His eyes drank in their curving, smooth lines, the firm texture of the clean, glowing skin, the swelling of the thighs until obscured by a green and yellow mini-skirt. He looked up to see that the legs belonged to Brenda Compton, a simple-minded brown-haired girl he had a casual acquaintance with. She smiled at him.
Brenda lacked two things. Brains and looks. She grinned at everyone, her attempts at intelligent conversation equivalent to stirring coffee with a toothpick. Henry had no idea how she managed to stay in college. Her looks were plain. She had a freckled face, pug nose, her mouth was too large for her face, her eyes lacked distinction. The only encouraging thing that could be said about her face was that the suntan gave it a healthy glow.
However, Brenda excelled in another area. Her body. Henry's eyes fell from her squinting, grinning face and landed on the two mountainous, pointed, bulging tits pressing against her sleeveless, white blouse. They stood high, proud, strongly holding up against the laws of gravity. He saw, through the wide-cut armhole of the blouse, that she wore no bra. Soft looking, snow-white flesh on the side of her breast billowed under Henry's gaze. Many times he had watched her walk down the school corridors, her tiny, round ass swinging in tight humps behind her gyrating, fully-blossomed body.
"Students who wish to use the laboratory for processing and printing may do so during the next hour," announced the teacher.
With that the class rose, and most of the students left. The teacher chatted with several others at the front of the lab. Henry moved quickly. There were only six darkrooms in the lab and he wanted one. He opened the door to one of the closet-sized rooms. A red light hung outside. Inside were several trays, bottles of chemicals, an enlarger, tanks. He closed the door behind him and flicked the switch that turned the outside light on. This would indicate to anyone who wanted to enter that he was developing and not to open the door. As a precaution he slid the bolt on the door shut.
Before he had the film out of his tiny camera there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Henry? Is that you?" asked the teacher.
Henry swallowed. He tucked the film and camera back into his pocket. "Yes," he answered.
"Are you alone?" the teacher asked.
"Yes," replied Henry.
"Lab rules say two to a darkroom, Henry," came the teacher's reproaching voice.
"Yessir," he answered and unbolted the door.
Light flooded into the small room. The teacher stood in the doorway; behind him was Brenda. "I'm sorry, Henry, but we're short on facilities and over-supplied with students," the teacher said.
"I understand."
"You'll have to share the room with Brenda," the teacher announced as he stepped aside.
"Fine," replied Henry.
"Sorry," said Brenda as she entered the cramped quarters.
"Oh, it's all right," Henry lied. "I should have waited, guess I was in too much of a hurry."
"You did rush right in here," she said. Her squinting grin returned.
Henry closed and bolted the door. He tinned the inside light on. The two stood there, staring at each other in the glow of the red light.
"Why don't you start first," Henry offered.
"Oh no, you were here before me. Go ahead."
"No, no. I insist," demanded Henry. He stepped aside so Brenda could get to the developing counter.
She squeezed by him. Her large, soft breasts brushed against his chest. Her mouth grinned stupidly. She turned to the counter and Henry's eyes sank to her tight, little ass. She fumbled with a roll of film.
"I'm afraid I'm going to flunk this class," she confessed.
Henry stepped in close and asked, "Do you want some help?"
She moved back, brushing into him again. "Oh? Would you? Your pictures always turn out perfect."
"Well, I wouldn't say that," said the flattered Henry. Her backside pressed against his thigh.
He deftly opened her roll of film and unraveled the long strip before feeding it into a developing tank. "Now, watch closely, I'll explain as I go along."
Brenda's breast mashed into his right arm as she moved in for a closer look. It was a pillow soft, cool feeling of tender, succulent pressure. His arm tingled. While running the film through the developing process and explaining the steps, her breast pressed harder and harder. Her attention became more and more keen. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide with admiration as he washed the final strip of negatives with water and clipped them up to dry.
"Gosh," she mumbled, with marvel and amazement at the minor miracle she had just witnessed.
"We have to let them dry for a while," said Henry.
Brenda turned, mouth agape, her two breasts crushed across his trembling arm. She stood close, very close, looking up into his face as if she were next to a god. Henry smiled. She closed her mouth and smiled back. The usually blank eyes on her face sparkled for a split second in the red glow, the nipples of her tits gently touching his chest, and Henry felt a pleasant pressure in his crotch. His cock began to swell, and her hand pressed against the hot stick, slowly massaging, working, kneading it into firmness.
"How can I ever thank you?" she murmured.
Henry held very still. She was doing a fine job of showing her gratitude. With a cracking voice he managed to say, "It was nothing."
The coyness of her stroking hand disappeared. She gripped his straining cock tightly between her fingers and grappled with the hard, meaty shaft through his pants. She pressed her body forward, flattening the mounds of tremendous tit against him. His hand slipped around her shoulders to stroke her back with gradually lowering circles of his fingers, until he came to the hump of her ass.
She pushed her hips into his, pressing against his now stiff, screaming-hard cock. She rolled her crotch against his leg, her tits mushed back and forth. Henry's fingers dug into the sweet flesh of her backside and pulled her even tighter against his hot shaft. Their lips met, tongues sucked into the warmth of each other.
Brenda started to energetically roll her swollen body against his, her breath quickly increased, visibly aroused.
"Please," she murmured.
Henry cupped his hands under the bouncing breasts. He hefted them and squeezed the softness. She moaned and squirmed her cunt on his leg. With trembling fingers he undid the blouse buttons and spread the cotton apart to gaze on the stark, flawless pillow of white flesh bobbing before him. Her nipples were large, succulent, and appeared painfully tender. He lowered his head and sucked one of the smooth caps between his wet, drooling lips. She eagerly leaned into his face, burying him with soft, comfortable skin, smothering him in mounding tit.
She kept digging at the belt and zipper of his pants until he felt the clothing loosen. Her inquisitive fingers dug into his underpants to encircle his stiff, howling pecker.
"Oh my God! It's so big!" she exclaimed. Her fingers danced the length of his muscle, sending spasms of excitement up his spine.
Henry was proud of his cock. For what he lacked in dashing looks and debonair behavior he more than made up for with the formidable size of his meaty pecker. Brenda lovingly caressed and stroked the high, hard pole like it was a golden idol, or a long lost friend, or was about to spew diamonds.
Henry's hands feverishly pushed beneath her short skirt and sank into the pleasurable folds of her silk-pantied ass. She rolled herself against his digging, pulling fingers until the silk dropped to her ankles. She lifted a foot free, letting the panties hang loosely around the one ankle. His hands lightly smoothed across the curves of her buns, and he ran his fingers the length of the folds under her humping balls of flesh until they sank below, into the dark, moist chasm leading to her cunt.
She bent at the waist, driving her ass back, bringing the wet cunt into hungry contact with his digging fingers. He stroked the hanging cuntlips, felt the already flowing juices coat his hands and gingerly sent an exploring finger into the slick, yearning hole. She gasped and held his cock tightly as he pushed the finger far into the cunt. Her clitoris stood at ready attention as he pinched into the searing hot lump.
"Oh, yes. Soooo, good," she murmured.
"Um hmmmmmm," replied Henry.
She pushed forward, driving her cunt against his cock, trying to mount the high-reaching shaft. Henry urged her down to the floor. She lay on her back in the cramped area, pulled her mini-skirt clear, spread her tanned, slender legs wide apart and lifted them back. The undies still hung from the ankle. Her dripping cunt opened, her heavy breathing filled the room. She was like a sex-starved animal in uncontrollable heat. As Henry kneeled to her he stared into the gaping box and looked at her laying prone, wide-spread, gasping for him. He felt powerful, strong. He liked the feeling.
He lowered the broad, flared, red head of his cock against her glistening cunt-lips. She whispered through her heavy breath, "Please go easy. You're so big."
He pushed his pulpy cock-head into the slippery cunt-skin. At first the hole resisted, then responded to give way, spread open, allow the head to plow inside. She bit her lips and grabbed her legs behind the knee to pull them even further back. Her tits piled high between her thighs as they crushed against her chest.
Henry drove his cock true and deep into her hot, sucking cunt. It stretched and bored inside, sinking into the lubricated skins, burying itself into hot, slick cunt. Brenda groaned and let out a long, painful sigh of pleasure. He pumped his shaft in and out with slow pulls and slower stabs.
Her hips started to roll into the rhythm of his driving muscle; she let her legs free and Henry lay forward on her. The legs wrapped around his hips and started to lack with increased speed as her bouncing ass pushed her cunt upward with more and more fervor.
Henry mushed a tit in each hand and excitedly began to drive his cock to its deepest length. With each far-reaching penetration Brenda let out a squeak of pain. He lessened the depth in case someone outside the door, or in the next developing room, might wonder just what it was they were processing. But her undulations increased, and her voluptuous body became erratic, uncontrolled, as it started to buck and bolt under the pleasurable fill of his big, hard cock.
Her cunt grew hot, burning hot. The room was stuffy. Sweat poured from Henry's forehead, puddled between her bouncing, rolling breasts. Their bodies splashed and slapped together in noisy ecstasy. The wild abandon continued with feverish elevations until her legs tightened, her mouth stretched wide open for air, her fingers dug fiercely into the cheeks of his ass, pulling, urging him deeper, and her cunt began to grip and spasm along the mighty length of his driving cock.
Henry's testicles grew hot, then felt cold, as they stirred and pumped their burden of semen into the channels of his deeply-imbedded cock.
The frenzied, sweaty-hot, humping couple met each other with mutual climaxes. Brenda gasped, then howled; her hips bolted fiercely; her legs squeezed with tremendous power; she tried to pull his backside into her cunt.
"Oh God! So big! So good!" she screeched.
Henry's pumping ass made a final, deep plunge to drive his cock far into the reaches of her pussy. It felt like hot rivets were coursing through the screaming shaft, and the pressure built, then exploded in an internal spray of jism. The white fluid splashed mightily against the uppermost walls of her pulsating cunt, coating, running, bursting again, pouring and streaming into every available bit of space left. It leaked back, dripped, covered the cunt-lips, cock, balls and ass of the two as they rolled in their mutual pleasure.
"Oh, Henry. Oh, Henry," she groaned as she slowly twisted her hips against the last stages of his satisfying hard-on.
There was a light, timid knock on the door. Henry started up, then remembered the door was locked. His slippery, limber peter slipped from the soaked cunt.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Is everything all right?" a girl's voice asked.
"Sure. Everything's fine. Why?" he responded.
"I thought I heard a scream."
For the first time, Henry witnessed Brenda using her head. "Oh, that was me," she said. "My pictures came out beautiful!"
"Oh! That's great!" the girl replied. She walked away. Henry exhaled a tense breath.
He wrapped his arms around the sticky, wet Brenda and kissed her with grateful passion. She proudly kissed back. They stood up, wiped themselves with paper towels and quickly re-arranged their clothing.
As Brenda combed her hair she said, "I'll like you as a lab partner. You do good work. We'll have to do this more often."
"As often as you like," said Henry, pleased with her suggestion.
"Just one thing," she added.
Henry looked up, "Yes?"
"No one must know. If my husband ever found out he'd kill us."
Henry was caught off guard. "You're married? Honest?" he asked.
"Yes, didn't you know?" she said, showing him her wedding band.
"Uh, no, it's something that never crossed my mind," he said.
"Does it matter?" she asked.
After a short pause Henry answered, "No, I guess not, as long as we don't get killed."
Her stupid grin came back. "Don't worry," she said as she squinted her eyes.
She left the room with her expertly processed film and a smile on her face. Henry set to work on his miniature roll. His mind swam with shock as he reflected on the terrific rewards of helping a student with her learning. He now understood why the career of teaching appealed to so many men.
CHAPTER FOUR
Henry sat on his bed. Before him were a dozen 8X10 enlargements. They had come out perfect. He had shots of the president with her unwilling freshman, shots of the two striking girls with the vibrator, shots of the three-girl round-robin, and one picture of the black couple.
In a large envelope he had the negatives and a proof sheet. The proof sheet was a composite picture with each of the photos printed on it. He thought for a minute and decided to put the proof sheet in his bottom dresser drawer. He put the negatives and glossies in his top drawer, except one.
It was a shot of the sorority president. With exceptional clarity it showed her face sitting an inch from the girl's cunt, her tongue sticking inside.
Henry grinned and went to his typewriter. He typed the following note:
"I haven't the honor of knowing your name, but I feel we should become acquainted. Someplace romantic? How about the third story of the Science Library? Sit at the third study desk along the south wall and face east. Be there next Friday at two o'clock sharp, and be alone."
He signed the note, "Someone who cares," placed it and the photograph inside a large envelope and addressed it to, "President, Epsilon Sigma." He left his room and went downstairs.
In the parlor he met Jerry. "How's it going, Jerry?" he asked.
Jerry looked up from his textbook, his face a study in boredom. "Hi," he responded.
"Well? Have you joined a fraternity yet?"
Jerry frowned. "I went to a couple of them today."
"You don't look very happy about it."
"Well, they're not all they're cracked up to be," said Jerry.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean they don't seem interested, that's what I mean," answered Jerry.
Henry felt sorry for his fat friend. "Are you giving up?" he asked.
"No. Not yet. There are a couple more I'll visit tomorrow, maybe they'll like me."
"Sure, Jerry. It's just a matter of finding the right group. You'll know it when you do."
"Thanks, Henry. I hope so."
Henry turned and left. "Poor Jerry," he thought to himself. He knew the fraternities were very picky about who they let join. Jerry would have a hard time convincing them he was worthy of membership.
He stood on the dark porch and watched the sorority house. Some girls left with boyfriends. A few wandered inside from their porch. In a while everything appeared to calm down, the street was empty, the front door of the sorority was closed. He walked swiftly across the street and directly up their driveway. With a business-like step he approached their porch, trotted up the stairs and slipped the envelope into the large, brass mail slot next to the door. He turned and walked off without looking back.
The three day wait until Friday was intolerable. Henry couldn't study; he kept pacing his room. His attention in classes was at an all-time low. But the time painfully passed, and Henry found himself entering the Science Library Friday after lunch.
The Science Library is housed in an old, five story antique of a building scheduled for replacement in the near future. The campus had a new, modem library with elevators and futuristic lighting. But the large volume of books and materials concerning the sciences had not yet been moved. Henry liked the old library with its bad ventilation and uncomfortable study facilities. Somehow the painful task of sitting at a wooden, initial carved study desk in the muggy heat of narrow aisled book stacks made all his research and study seem more relevant.
He climbed the three flights of poorly lit stairs and entered the third floor. As he figured, the room was deserted. Thousands of books sat in their numerically-ordered place on green metal shelves. It was silent, warm. Henry walked through the book stacks looking for students. There were none. He emerged on the row of study desks along the south wall; there were only six. All were empty.
A study desk accommodates two students. These old relics were constructed of a large desk top through the center of which ran a three foot partition. One student sat on each side of the partition, facing each other, but unable to see the other person. Henry walked to the third desk.
He took a note from his pocket and placed it on the west side of the desk. She would sit here and face east. The note read, "Face the partition, don't look around." He wandered into die stacks and waited.
Two o'clock came slowly. Each passing minute was torture for the anxious Henry. He strolled through the books, stopping occasionally to look at one. At five minutes to two he heard footsteps on the stairs. He quickly sank into the shadows at the far end of the books on entomology. The steps grew louder; they came down the center aisle. Henry's heart started to beat faster.
A fat, pimple-faced girl with bifocals and messy hair turned down the entomology aisle. Henry's heart leaped to his throat. She stalked straight forward, her mind on something other than her destination, because when she saw Henry lurking at the end of the row her eyes widened. She stopped, indecision, then fear reflecting in her open-mouthed face. Henry quickly turned to face the books and pulled one free. The fat girl also turned and grabbed a book. They stood in silence, pretending to read, waiting for the other to make a move.
More footsteps echoed along the stairwell. Dainty steps, slow, covering the pathway down the book stacks with cautious exploration. Henry peeked down the aisle. The fat girl was looking at him. She hastily looked into the pages of her book. Henry saw the sorority president walk past She looked down the entomology aisle, but Henry was sure she didn't see him; the blockade of the fat girl obscured him too thoroughly. The president's footsteps stopped.
Henry walked down the aisle until he came to the formidable body of the pimple-faced girl. She stared into her book. Henry tried to pass to her rear, but it was impossible. He stopped and waited for her to squeeze aside. She didn't. She stared into the book with intense concentration.
"Excuse me," Henry whispered.
She looked up, batted her eyes behind her glasses and smiled. "Hmmm?" she asked.
Henry swallowed. "Excuse me, I'd like to get by," he whispered again.
She puckered her lips and said, "Oh?"
Henry watched as she turned and pressed her back against the bookshelves. She wanted him to pass in front. There was less than a foot of clearance between her stomach, giant breasts and puckered face. Henry side-stepped into the space. His chest rubbed into her tits, her stomach squished into his, her breath heated his face. With an awkward lurch of his body he stepped free of the obese trap. He felt like he had just swum through an ocean of fat flesh. Perspiration dotted his forehead. He looked back, and she smiled and coyly wiggled her massive physique into the center of the aisle.
Henry silently crept down the aisle and peeked at the study desks. She sat there, right where he had instructed, looking forward, not moving. He walked to the next study desk and sat in the chair. They were back to back, less than two feet apart.
"Hello," said Henry.
There was no response.
"Hello," Henry tried again. Silence. He shuffled in his seat. "Did you get the picture?"
There was a long pause. Henry didn't know what to do. He hadn't expected her to show up and not at least call him a dirty bastard.
"What do you want?" she finally asked. Her voice quivered. She was holding back an emotional outburst, Henry figured.
"What's your name?" he asked.
There was another pause. Her answer was strained, whispered, painful. "Gloria."
"Gloria, did you get the picture?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Good. My name is Henry. Nice photo huh?"
"I'm not here to make small talk, Henry," she hissed.
She was mad; Henry could feel the heat from her temper warming his back. "Okay," he answered. "No small talk. Do you want the negative?"
"Yes, I do!" she hissed back.
There was a noise. Footsteps. The big, fat girl came lumbering down the aisle and emerged along the study desks. She looked to the left, then the right. Henry listened as she approached his desk and sat opposite him.
"Damn," he thought to himself. He wanted to be alone with Gloria, make her squirm, like she made the poor girl on the bed named Janice squirm. Then he had plans to make Gloria earn her negative. But fatty was going to spoil it.
"I live across the street from you. Tonight leave your bedroom window open, make sure your roommates are gone. I'll be there with the negative," he said.
"What do I have to do to get it?" she asked.
"I felt left out when I took the picture. I want in on the fun," he said.
"You mean you want me to fuck you?" she asked.
The thought of it made Henry's pecker-head lift in anticipation. He heard the fat girl squirm in her seat. She was listening, the nosy bitch.
"That's right." Henry's throat had gone dry; the heat in the room was becoming intolerable.
"Just once?" she asked.
"You'll have the negative afterwards," he answered. She was covering all the possibilities, he thought to himself.
"What time?" she asked.
"Ten-thirty," he said.
"Don't go to my room. Go up to the third floor, the window with the blue light in it. It's a private room, we won't be disturbed," she said.
"Okay," Henry answered. This was turning out to be much easier than he had planned.
"You're a dirty son-of-a-bitch," she finally said. Her voice was under control.
At last! Henry knew she had it in her. He grinned and whispered back to her, "You bet I am!"
"But I know when I'm trapped."
"You're being very cooperative," Henry remarked.
"Why fight it? You've got the goods on me," she replied.
"Okay, tonight at ten-thirty. Third floor, blue light in the window. I'll be there."
"Bring the negative and I'll screw you, but I want to see it first."
"Sure."
"One more thing," she said.
Henry felt powerful again. He was pleased, thrilled. "What?" he asked.
"Can I see what you look like?"
Henry could see no harm in it. She certainly would see what he looked like tonight. "Sure," he answered.
They both turned around. Henry stared into her smooth-complected, bright-eyed face. She was beautiful, a dream, delicious. She stared into his spectacled face, at the over-sized nose, grey-blue eyes.
"I see why you have to use blackmail to get a girl," she said.
Henry smiled at her joke. She stood and he looked at her finely-molded breasts. Her backside swung with tantalizing motion as she walked away. His cock was at attention-he set the trap and it worked! He stood and stepped free of the desk. His hard-on bulged enormously in his pants. He reached down and wiggled the snake into a more comfortable position.
The fat girl cleared her throat. Henry looked up to see her staring at his hands, at them pushing his cock around inside his pants, at the bulge of his erection. Her eyes were wide; she looked hungry, interested. Henry decided it was time to leave. She looked into his face. It was a disgusted look, one of distaste, perhaps masking anticipation.
Henry turned and walked away. She sat at the desk, her ears ringing with the dialogue she had just heard. Was it a spy-drama she had just witnessed? A secret government meeting? A prostitution ring working out of the science library?
Henry danced down the stairs. His spirits were at an all-time high. As he walked across campus people turned to stare at the high-stepping, gregariously grinning student. His head back, shoulders straight, arms swinging, Henry felt like a man in command.
CHAPTER FIVE
Henry got little studying done that evening. He sat watching the clock as the agonizing minutes slowly ticked away. At nine-thirty he showered, shaved and liberally doused himself with after shave. As he stood in front of the bathroom mirror combing his hair and whistling, he heard a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Is that you, Henry?"
"What do you want, Jerry?"
"I came to return your magazine."
Henry smiled at himself in the mirror. "Keep it Jerry. I won't need it anymore," he called out.
"Okay, thanks." There was a pause before Jerry yelled back. "Why not?"
Henry opened the door and grinned at Jerry.
"Cause I am tired of looking at pictures and dreaming."
Jerry followed him down the hallway and into his bedroom. "So, what's that mean? You giving up?"
Henry pulled his socks on and replied. "No, I'm graduating to the real thing. The good stuff. Not your everyday, horse-faced girl that has to fuck to keep your interest. But the big-time, top-caliber, high-demand pussy."
"Did you fart?" asked Jerry.
"Huh? No. Why?"
"I smell shit. ... I think it's bullshit!"
"You'll see, Jerry. Just wait. I got a plan that will pop your eyes out plus cost you that five dollars," said Henry.
"I'll believe it when I see it," replied Jerry.
Henry pulled his pants on and glanced at the clock. He had twenty minutes. "How's the fraternity business going?"
Jerry looked down at his feet. "Not so hot. I visited some more today ... but I don't think they're interested."
"That's too bad, Jerry. But the hell with 'em. You don't need them. Just do as I suggested. Take some some nice girl out a couple of times and before you know it she'll be sucking your pecker dry."
"Who? Face it, I'm not any Sir Galahad. I just don't turn girls on."
"Keep trying, you'll find one."
"Here I am having an illicit affair with my friends fold-out playmate. But now you've even rejected her, thrown her aside. The closest thing to a pussy for me is a staple hole."
Henry laughed at his despondent friend. "Cheer up, don't let it get you down."
"I can't even find a whorehouse," Jerry said.
Henry looked at his friend. "Jerry, you've just given me a great idea. Maybe I'll be able to help you out."
Jerry looked up. "What do you mean?"
"I'll talk to you later, right now I've got a date to keep."
"Another date? Christ! Here I am dying of frustration and you have a date!"
"I can't help it, Jerry. I just happen to have what it takes," answered Henry.
Jerry stood. "I hope you get syphilis," he said as he left the room.
As Henry ran his comb through his hair one last time, Jerry stuck his head back in the door. "Do me a favor will you?"
"Sure."
"If you get lucky, stick your finger inside her cunt for me. I'd like to smell it when you get back." Jerry chuckled as he walked down the hallway.
Henry called out, "I'll let you suck it for a dollar!"
It was dark outside; the sorority house was calm. A few lights glowed in the windows above his head as Henry reached up and grabbed the fire escape ladder. He hoisted himself onto the iron walkway and inched to the next ladder leading to the second story. As he passed a lit window he couldn't resist a quick peek inside.
A red-haired girl was lying on the floor. She was nude, her supple, full-breasted body glowing in the dim lamplight. Her arms were stretched out over her head and Henry watched as she curled herself upward and did a sit-up. The lumps of her spinal cord stuck out on her smooth, flat back as she stretched for her toes. Her full, soft backside glowed white and the top portion of her crack pulled into view.
As she relaxed and lay back Henry inhaled at the marvel of her swollen tits as they wobbled and jostled. Now she lifted her legs up, long, sinewy legs with curving, delicious lines. They held for a second pointing at the ceiling, then ' they separated. She spread them wide, so wide that Henry thought she would split.
Her red-haired cunt was just visible from his viewpoint as it strained and pulled with the exercises. Then she did a wonderful thing. Her legs came back together and continued over, past her head, stretching further and further back until her toes touched the floor and her body was curled underneath.
This lifted her rear end up and over, and also her glistening, wet pussy. The red lips poked from between her legs and buns to show Henry their full, hanging slickness. Now the legs again separated, and the pussy lips were pulled each direction until they opened and invited his stare inside.
The soft pink skins of her cunt were dripping with moisture; the brown dot of her asshole snuggled comfortably between the mounds of her rump. She kept bending until the red cunt hairs hung only an inch from her face. Then she did something totally unexpected.
With nimbleness and dexterity Henry thought never existed she lifted her head slightly and jutted her tongue out. It came within a fraction of an inch from the pussy lips. Then the legs closed together, lifted back over until she laid flat. Her chest lifted and fell with each breath. Again she started the exercise, but Henry moved on.
He climbed the last ladder and tiptoed to the window with the faint blue glow. Outside he stopped, made sure his hair was neat, checked his breath and straightened his collar. He cautiously tapped on the glass. No answer. He tapped again, harder.
Finally the draperies moved to one side. Then the blue light went out. Silently the window slid open and Gloria stuck her head out. "In here," she whispered.
Henry looked inside the dark room. Before entering he said, "Turn on the light."
"What for?" Gloria asked.
"No questions, just turn it on."
She did. The light hurt his eyes as he quickly looked around the room. She was alone. A double bed sat against one wall. He climbed inside and pulled the window closed. "Very nice room," he said.
"You're too polite," she answered. "Let me see it."
"See what?" he asked.
"Don't play stupid games with me," she answered. "The negative."
"Sure," he answered, and pulled the tiny celluloid negative from his pocket. He held it in front of the light and she stared at the black and white, reversed photo of her face and the young girl's cunt.
"Okay, give it to me," she ordered.
"What guarantee do I have that you'll follow up with your end of the bargain," he asked.
"Oh shit! No guarantee! What guarantee do I have you'll give it to me afterwards!"
Henry placed it on the nightstand. "Let's leave it there. Where we can both see it."
"Okay."
Henry sat on the bed and said, "Fine."
Gloria stood looking at him, her stare unfriendly, disapproving. "You know, you're a real creepy sonofabitch," she finally said.
"Shut your mouth and take off your clothes. Real slow, I want to watch."
"You're sick."
"Strip!"
Her hand moved to the top button of her blouse. The fingers trembled as she undid the button. Henry was pleased with himself. He had figured she would love the hard-handed brutal treatment she had displayed on the young girl that night. He was right-the nastier he was the more she appeared to like it.
The buttons fell away, as did the front of the blouse, to reveal the starched white fullness of her bra. She let the shirt fall to the ground.
"This is ridiculous," she mumbled.
"I said shut-up! Next get rid of that skirt." His voice was firm.
Her eyes widened slightly at his growling command. She unsnapped the dress and slowly pulled the zipper down. The satin of her white underwear showed. She wiggled and the skirt dropped free of her hips, down her legs and around her ankles. She stepped free of it, turned and bent over to pick it up.
Her full ass stretched at the thin material of her underpants, the dark shadow of her crack showed through, tiny hairs of her crotch licked around the elastic legs. It was an oval, ripe ass sitting atop two well-toned, athletic legs. She took her time picking up the skirt; Henry knew she was giving him a show.
"Turn around," he ordered. She did.
He gazed at her well-proportioned, large breasted body and licked his lips. She stared take her eyes away. Henry finally gave her the command, "All right, take 'em off."
Eagerly she pulled the pants away. Henry could feel the hungry heat of her face as she watched his long, limber cock swing free and lift into a giant, red-hot erection. She haphazardly worked his shorts off his legs and threw them to one side. Her eyes were glued to his cock as if it were a hypnotizing cobra.
Henry's next command was almost unnecessary. It was one short, succinct word. "Suck."
Gloria pulled her long black hair away from her face, opened her glistening lips and placed a solid kiss directly on the tip of his cock-head. A jolt of joyous electricity shot through Henry's body. Trembles of hot excitement ran from his cockhead to his asshole, then up his spine to his head until his ears burned red.
She took his corn-cob cock in one hand and gently held it as she ran her wet, hot tongue along the length of the flesh pole. Her tongue didn't stop at the base, but continued downward to wash across his balls, swirl them in moisture, and then climbed back up the red shaft.
Her mouth opened wide and she slid her lips around the broad, pulpy cock-head. He felt her tongue lap quickly across the tip as she slowly sucked his meat inside. She drew it deeper and deeper, further and further inside. Finally his cock was completely imbedded in her gurgling, sucking throat.
Her fingers tickled his testicles as she hungrily plummeted her face and mouth up and down the mighty shaft. She began to groan with animal abandon and twist her head back and forth against his gouging cock. Her hair rolled from shoulder to shoulder, her breasts wobbled from left to right, and saliva dribbled free to coat his balls.
She pulled herself free of his cock and blew a cold shaft of air along the length. With loving caresses she stroked the pole as her lips encircled his balls and sucked them into the slick moistness of her mouth.
With slow caresses Henry felt her hand slide between his buns and a probing finger press against his asshole. Within a few pleasurable seconds the finger tip worked its way into the tautness of his anus and began to plunge deep into the hole.
He had never felt anything like it before. The girl was giving him the full executive treatment. His big cock and overbearing treatment had worked. She was loving every bit of his body. Like a heated animal she kneeled before him and poked and sucked his crotch into a state of frenzy.
The swelling of his loins, the tingling deep in his balls let him know he was about to explode. His head swam and pulsated as he groaned, "I'm gonna come."
Gloria's head swiftly moved back. She released her mouth hold on his balls and pulled the long cock back to her lips. Her eyes glowed with lust and desire as she pushed the meaty pecker-head back inside the heat of her mouth. She made several quick lunges on the pole, taking tight, sucking draws as she encouraged the draining of his cock.
Almost instinctively she knew when it was about to burst the load. She pulled half-way back so that the head rested on her tongue at mid-mouth. Her lips clamped tightly around his shaft, and her finger plunged still deeper into his asshole as his hips began to jolt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned as the first pump of sperm blasted into her sucking mouth. She swallowed the creamy fluid with hunger, licked his cock-head clean and awaited the next feeding. The first pump cleared the tubes, for the second was a gigantic payload that almost filled her cheeks.
She swirled and sucked the fluid down. Her eyes glowed, her hips made involuntary twists, her breasts banged against Henry's knees. She pulled away and grabbed the dripping cock in her hand as the third blast came free. Like a water hose she directed the nozzle into her open, gaping mouth.
Henry watched as she rolled the sticky come across her tongue, licked her lips and ecstatically swallowed. A fourth, smaller load shot free to hit her chin, hang for a few undetermined seconds, then lazily drip off to land on her right breast. Her hand automatically rubbed the juice into the tender, fleshy nipple.
Henry sat on the bed. His body felt exhausted, tired, spent. "I guess I blew it," he said.
Gloria wiped her mouth and looked up. "What do you mean?"
He looked down at his peter shriveling into wrinkled rest. "I had bigger plans."
Gloria giggled. "You'll come back, don't worry. I know what to do."
She pushed him back onto the bed and lay beside him. "Now you just relax, leave it to me." Henry closed his eyes and rested. Gloria brushed her hand across his chest in widening, soft circles. It felt good. The tensions of the day, the waiting, the anticipation, all disappeared. He felt himself drifting into a state of half-sleep, total relaxation.
He felt her move closer, her hair brushing across his tingling chest. Her lips lightly touched his breasts. Then he could feel the explorations of her tongue as she licked from one nipple to the other. Her slick tongue traveled up his chest, to his neck, from ear to ear as it washed away the fatigue.
Her breasts softly brushed against his chest as she climbed across him to lick his shoulder, his arm, the moisture from his armpits. The breasts mushed lower, across his stomach as she maneuvered her tongue across his ribs, licked his stomach, sucked at his navel.
Gloria then lowered her full, soft tits on top of his spent cock. The pillows of flesh engulfed the shriveled little cock to comfort it, warm it again, relax it. She brushed the tits back and forth in wide, swaying movements. Her nipples knocked against the cock-head until he felt a slight stir in his loins, a rebirth.
The tongue went back into action. She licked his hips, his upper thighs, then plunged her face forcefully between his legs. Henry spread them apart and her probing tongue pressed into the darkness to come up against his anus. His cock made a slight lift as she tickled his asshole with her tongue.
Then quickly, with broad swipes, she licked all the moisture out of his crotch. Her mouth opened once more to suck his half-hard pecker inside. She made a long, drawn suck and pulled the elastic row upward like a robin attacking an earthworm.
Henry twisted under her rejuvenating suck. He lifted his hips to her face; she sucked the growing rod far inside. Then Henry dropped his uplifted hips, and his saliva-soaked cock pulled from her mouth. With determined movement he rolled from underneath her and stood beside the bed.
Gloria rolled over and looked up at him standing over her. He reached down and grabbed her breasts in his hands. She pressed her tits into his groping fingers and smiled with excitement.
Henry squeezed them hard, the full flesh molded and stretched in his grip, the nipples pulled and swelled. Gloria lay back and exhaled.
Brutally, forcefully, Henry caressed the tits until the crimson nipples became hard, tight, erect. His hands coarsely traveled across her flat, quivering stomach until they touched the satin panties. With no hesitation Henry grabbed the brief underwear with both hands and ripped them from the waist band to the left leg hole. He pulled the shorts partially free and tore them apart at the crotch.
Gloria's mouth opened in wonder; she was surprised, caught off guard. Her hips made several wide, uncontrolled gyrations as the shorts fell away. The black mound of her plentiful pubic hair swirled with curls downward into the crevice between thighs.
Henry sent his hand into the hot, wet hair and pushed her legs apart. She opened them wide, spreading her legs as far as they would go and lifting her dripping box up to meet his hand. She was unbelievably wet. Slick juices coated her crotch with lubrication.
As Henry sunk a finger gingerly into the red, oozing cunt lips, she groaned softly. Again she twisted and lifted, and the finger sunk easily far inside. Henry added a second finger to the clasp of her hole. Vigorously he pumped them inside her ready cunt walls.
"Please, Henry. Put your cock in me. I want to fill up on your big cock!" she pleaded.
It was up and hard. He kneeled between her open legs and hunched forward over her swaying breasts. She pulled her legs back and up, laying herself fully open to his entrance. Henry washed his pecker-head back and forth across the slickness of her cunt lips.
"Just shove it in me, Henry. Please! Put it all in!" she cried.
He wiggled the head of his cock against the lips until they parted, and easily let it wedge its pulpiness inside. She knew how to fuck. She swayed her hips and made tiny pumps on the peckerhead, but she didn't lunge against him, she allowed him this lead.
He lunged. Henry drove his large, thick cock deeply into the gripping, straining wetness. Her cunt walls clasped tightly at the rod and responded with a constant tremble of pain and joy.
Gloria's back arched and she gasped loudly, "Oh! God! You're so big! It feels so full ... so good! Mmmmmmm!"
He pulled back and pushed in, her hips responding with a well-timed lift and fall. Together they started with a slow, methodic rhythm and built gradually to a faster and faster pace. Her legs pulled even further back; her mouth opened wide and gasped for each deep breath.
"Yes! Henry! Yes! So good!"
The pace quickened. Henry pumped rapidly and forcefully into her sucking, sweltering hole. She bounced below his assault with growing speed and fever. Reaching down she grabbed at his ass and pulled each of his thrusts more brutally into her pulsating cunt.
"So close! Yes! I feel you Henry! I feel you all the way to my tits!" she cried.
Henry made several deep, long thrusts as she started to tremble and rock with abandon below him. Her face was red, her nipples peaked, her legs fell aside, and she ripped at his backside with furious passion as her swelling climax bucked and bolted around his completely imbedded pecker.
"Oh my God! Yes! I'm coming, Henry! I'm coming all over your beautiful, big cock! she groaned.
Henry could feel the first traces of a possible second climax stirring deep in his body. He kept pumping into her fully soaked box as she relaxed and lay limp below him. Finally he pulled his dripping cock free and pushed her by the hips until she rolled over.
Her plump, white buns, with traces of moisture in the crack, lay below him. He lifted her hips until she was on her knees, her ass jutted back, his cock pressed against one of the soft pillows. Henry slid his hand down the crack into the wetness. She rolled against his fingers and arched her back to open herself more.
Henry moved in close to the mounding rump and slid his cock underneath. His cock-head washed across her dripping pussy lips. She lifted again to allow it inside. But Henry drew back and worked his cock into her ass-crack until the head pressed against her anus.
"Oh no!" she protested.
But Henry grabbed her by the hips and held firm. She twisted and squirmed to crawl away but couldn't. As he pushed the broad cock-head against her tiny opening she straightened her legs and fell flat. He came down on top of her. His cock pressed firmly against the straining asshole.
"Oh please, Henry! You'll tear me! You're too big!"
Henry pushed into the backside. With straining resistance the anus separated, stretched until his cock-head forced inside. She still tried to struggle, to roll away, to buck him off.
But each futile movement caused his cock to gain that much more entrance. Finally she lay very still as he slowly pressed inward.
"Oh ... it hurts...." she moaned. Her face was turned to the side and Henry saw a small tear form in her eye and drip across her cheek. "Please, Henry ... don't tear me...."
"Back up on your knees and it won't hurt as much," he instructed.
She did as he said. Slowly, cautiously, she raised herself up. The new position was indeed more comfortable. Henry slid more of his tightly squeezed cock inside. His hands went back to her hips and he moved her back and forth on his pole.
Within minutes she was expanded and seemingly out of pain.
Voluntarily she pushed back against his cock. Her head lowered in concentration as Henry felt her becoming aroused once again. His cock burned as it channeled through her tight ass to dig far inside. Soon Gloria was completely spiked over and viciously jamming her backside into him.
"I feel it again," she moaned. "Oh God! This one feels so much bigger! So deep! Don't stop! Pound yourself into me! Put it all in! I want it all!"
Henry's back arched as he violently thrust his hips against her buns. His cock probed and pumped into the last inch of territory. He could feel his juices rising; his testicles felt electrically charged; sweat dotted his forehead; foam circled her stretched, brown hole.
They climaxed together. Gloria reached outward and grabbed at the bedspread. Her mouth opened and bit fiercely into the material. A low, guttural groan came from her throat as she sat fully on Henry's hard pecker.
Henry's pecker pumped. He felt it rise from his testicles and bum through his cock to fill her ass with a second helping of sperm. Almost immediately it splashed out of the tight entrance to foam and drip down her crack across her cunt. He pumped furiously until the leaking sperm looked like shaving cream filling her crotch.
When he withdrew his long shaft Gloria fell flat on her stomach. She didn't speak, but lay silently taking short, inaudible gasps of air. Her eyes were closed, her crotch a mess of sperm and perspiration, her hair tangled, her teeth still biting the bedspread.
Henry dressed. She still didn't move save for the breathing. After a few minutes wait he bent over her and said, "Gloria?"
She stared ahead.
"Gloria? Are you all right?"
She said nothing. A smile of absolute satisfaction spread across her mouth. Henry patted her backside and said, "I'm gonna go now. Thanks. ... Uh ... I had a great time."
She still didn't move. He went to the nightstand and picked up the negative. Placing it on the bed next to her closed eyes he said, "Here's the negative. I'm sorry I had to use it to get you. But I'm glad I did. I hope you are."
With that he went to the window and stepped outside. He took one last look at her nude body, at the happy smile on her face and whispered. "Maybe we can get together again?"
He tiptoed along the fire escape and disappeared into the shadows.
CHAPTER SIX
Two days later Henry sat in his room with the remaining photographs arrayed before him. He selected one showing the young freshman girl that Gloria and her friends had forcefully initiated that night. It was a clear picture showing her being held onto the bed, her face a study in shock, her tender, adolescent body writhing with pleasure.
He took a long, studied look at the supple, ripening body, at her small, delicate breasts, thin waist and straining backside. Gloria's face could be partially seen as she buried her head between the slim, soft legs and sucked at the blonde-haired cunt.
Henry went to his typewriter and composed the following message:
Dear Gloria, I happen to have found another photo in my collection. I'm sure you are aware of the price for the negative. I believe the young girl pictured is named Janice. Tell her what to do and have her meet me at my front door tomorrow night at ten o'clock.
Love and kisses, Henry
He put the photo and letter into a manila envelope, sealed it and addressed it to Gloria. Henry whistled to himself as he put away the other photographs. He was in good spirits, happy, confident. There was a knock at his door.
"Yeah?"
"It's me, Jerry." Jerry stuck his head in the door. He looked despondent, sad.
"Hi, Jerry, why so long-faced?"
Jerry lumbered in and sat on the bed. "I didn't hear from the fraternities, so I called them."
"Bad news?"
"I'll say. They didn't even remember who I was. So I described myself. Then they remembered, and said, 'Oh, the fat guy!' They're not looking for new members at this time." Jerry's head hung low, his shoulders slumped. He was very hurt by the news.
"I'm sorry, Jerry. That's rotten luck. I wish there was something I could do. But the hell with them! As I said, you can do without 'em!"
"I'll have to." He stood and walked to the door. Then he turned, "Thanks for the kind words, I guess I better go study, or something."
Jerry left the room. Henry stood for a while and thought about his lumpy friend, then shook his head clear, picked up his photography textbooks and the manila envelope, and started down the hall for the front door. Jerry slumped on the couch in the living room.
"Hey, Jerry?" asked Henry. "Are you going to be here for the next few hours?"
Jerry looked up. "Sure, I haven't anywhere to go. I'm just gonna sit here and rot."
"Good, I'll see you after class. I might have some help for your problem." Henry walked outside.
He crossed the street and climbed the porch to the sorority. A neat looking girl with long, curving legs, dressed in a trim skirt and blouse, stood at the door. "Excuse me, is Gloria here?" Henry asked.
The girl looked down on him. The fact that he was not equal to the caliber of man she desired was written across her face, in her eyes, on her unsmiling lips. "Yes, she's upstairs."
Henry handed her the envelope. "Give this to her immediately. Don't lose it or I'll see to it that your head is shaved and your falsies impounded." She stood open-mouthed as he confidently walked down the sidewalk for class. It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining, birds chirped in the trees. Henry felt like he had the world in the palm of his hand. As he entered his photography class several students turned to look at him.
One of those students was Brenda. Her face broke into her wide, silly grin. Henry's eyes went quickly to her large-busted torso and smooth, well-tanned legs. She wore her short mini-skirt and his glance caught traces of pink panties deep in her crotch.
He sat next to her. "Hello, Henry," she giggled.
"Hi, Brenda, how's it going?"
"Fine. I got an 'A' on my pictures. I don't know how I can thank you." She leaned close to him, her horsy face excited, her voluminous breasts thrusting forward hungrily. Henry stirred in his seat to allow his already growing erection space in his constricting jeans.
"I think I know how. What are you doing after class?"
Her eyes blinked, the grin washed back. "Whatever you want me to do," she answered.
"Good."
Jerry was still slumped on the sofa when Henry and Brenda entered the boarding house. His posture improved when he saw her. He sat up, wiped the hair from his forehead and immediately began to fidget, try to tuck his shirt in, wipe his dusty shoes on his pants cuff.
"Jerry, this is Brenda. She's in my photography class. We've got a project to work on."
Jerry shot his hand out to her. "Hello, Brenda. It's a real pleasure to meet you."
Brenda let her grin go. It swamped from her face to his eyes, from his eyes to his heart, from his heart to his excited cock buried beneath the plentiful insulation of his bulging stomach. Henry noticed him suck the fat belly in, throw his shoulders back, and smile in return.
"We might need your help in a little while," said Henry, as he and Brenda climbed the stairs.
Jerry stood downstairs, his eyes tracing Brenda's curving legs upward into the inviting region of her backside, crotch and pink panties. He licked his bps like a dog in heat and simply nodded. His eyes were glued to the movement of her round buns as she and Henry disappeared.
Henry locked his bedroom door and turned around. Brenda was already taking her blouse off. Her two, abundant tits hung uncovered before him. They were delicious looking, the earth-colored nipples like two ripe plums waiting to be picked, bitten and sucked of their juice.
"Would you like a drink?" Henry asked.
"No thanks. I'd prefer to get right down to thanking you." She sat on the bed, kicked her shoes off and started to unzip her skirt.
"Well, Brenda, that leads me to an interesting point."
"Yes?" She looked up, grinned, kept unzipping.
"Uh....I was wondering ... I mean I didn't bring you here for myself."
She was puzzled. "Huh?"
"How can I put this ... let me see. I guess the only way you'll understand it is if I just say it .
."
"Say what, silly?" She slipped her skirt away from her rump and sat on the bed in her brief, diaphanous, pink undies.
"I want you to fuck Jerry."
The statement hung in the silent air for several long seconds. Her face froze in mid-expression, the silly grin. Her eyes drank in what he meant, then they blinked, cleared and she said, "But I came here to do that with you."
"I know, Brenda. And, honest, I really appreciate it. But poor Jerry is having a real tough time. He's awfully depressed, he's had his ego really mangled. I'm worried about him. It would be the best thing in the world for him to get laid right now."
"Gosh, I don't know...."
Henry quickly continued. "That's why I'm asking you. Because he needs a real good-looking girl that knows how to handle herself."
Brenda looked into his face. "Thank you, Henry. Tell you what. I was planning on you....I like the things you do. How about both of you? Okay?"
Henry's heart jumped. She was actually asking if it was okay. He swallowed, grinned and said, "I'm sure it will be all right. Now you hop into bed. It's only polite that we let Jerry go first."
Her stupid grin engulfed her face and she swung her legs onto the bed. "Okay, Henry, I'll see you in a while."
"You bet you will." Henry left the room and pranced down the hallway. Jerry sat in the same position in the living room.
"Say, Jerry, are you busy right now?" asked Henry.
"Hell no. Say, that's some doll you got in your room. Why aren't you in there banging away on her box?"
"Well, I have a little problem. She's interested in someone else. Someone she just met."
Jerry patted his friend on the shoulder. "Aw, that's the shits, Henry. Too bad."
Henry almost laughed. "Hey, dumbbell, that person she's hot for is you!"
"Me?" Jerry took three steps backward. "Precisely. She's in my bed waiting."
"Waiting? For what?"
"For you to go in there and crush the shit out of her with your big belly."
Jerry stammered, began to fidget again. "Aw, come on, what kind of bullshit is this?"
"No bullshit. Go on up and diddle her, she's waiting."
"You sure?"
Henry pushed his pal from the back toward the stairs. "I'm positive. It's a little surprise I worked up for you."
"I'm worked up all right, but you didn't do it," Jerry answered.
"Just go have a ball."
Jerry turned, his face glowing with appreciation, sexual hunger, anticipation. "Thanks, Henry. I really appreciate this. Friends like you are one in a million."
Henry never saw him move so fast. He rumbled up the stairs and along the hallway to stop at the bedroom door. He gently tapped on the door, opened it and entered.
Henry followed Jerry up the stairs, but didn't enter his bedroom. Instead he went into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The bathroom had two entrances, one from the hall, the other from his bedroom. Quietly he moved next to the one leading into his room.
Inside he heard muffled voices, the sounds of Jerry's embarrassed chatter. Slowly he turned the knob and opened the door just enough to see inside. Jerry stood next to the bed. Brenda was under the covers; her bare shoulders and one arm lay outside.
Of course she was grinning. Boldly she pulled the blankets down enough to show Jerry the beauty of her two oversized jugs. He stumbled to the chair, kicked his shoes off and pulled at his shirt. Within seconds Jerry had scattered his clothes about the room and stood at the foot of the bed stark naked.
His large, roly-poly stomach looked like a pillow strapped to his waist; the knees of his stubby legs were knocking with anxiety. He wiped his mouth, brushed the hair out of his eyes and reached down to grab the bottom ends of the blankets.
With a sudden, forceful pull he swept the blankets into the air and away. Brenda lay prone and bare on the bed. She let out a mirthful giggle of ear-splitting capacity. From below Jerry's bulging stomach his spike-like, short, but thick cock pressed upward to salute her happiness.
Like an Olympic diver he plunged onto the bed, onto the body of poor Brenda. But she rolled to the side just in time, to watch him grab nothing but mattress.
"Oh no you don't!" she screeched and giggled. "I'm not here to be flattened like a pizza! You calm down."
"Oh, Brenda it's been so long, such a long time since I've wet my pecker that I can't wait!" said Jerry.
She reached out and pushed his belly away from his rockhard wad of cock. With her other hand she circled the thick thing and gently stroked it. Jerry rolled onto his back like a puppy, his eyes closed, his legs spread. His jelly-belly rolled and jostled.
"Oh yes, that's it. Beat my meat...." he mumbled.
"I'll eat your meat," she answered, and lowered her head between his hairy legs.
"Oh shit, I'll explode...."
Her pink bps wrapped around the stubby cock and licked it lustily. With her tongue she made several swipes across the shovel-like head and down the base. Jerry moaned with elation as she tried to open her mouth wide enough to suck the cock inside.
Her lips stretched, she twisted her head and ended up with a bulging-cheeks mouthful of cock. Slowly she pumped up and down on the peg until saliva drooled freely across his balls to drip and collect in the crack of his hairy ass. Jerry's hand went to the mound of her jutting ass.
His fingers dug into the crack between the buns and went straight for the crimson, hanging lips of her cunt. His middle finger probed into the moist, thick pulpiness of her foreskins until it found the slick crack and slid inside.
She wiggled her rear end in the air as he probed the finger far inside her. Her pumping mouth quickened the pace; his digging finger was joined by another. As she popped up and down on his hard pecker he dug in and out of her soft box.
Jerry pulled her backside towards his face. She threw a knee over his heaving chest and lowered her hot pussy to his puckered, stretching lips. Jerry's wet tongue lashed out to lick across the glistening juices on her pussy. He made thick, full licks until she could take it no more and sat fully onto his face.
Henry heard a muffled squeal of joy as she engulfed his head with thighs, pussy, buns and asshole. From the wild whipping of her head on his cock Henry could tell Jerry was doing a very fine job. After all, Henry mused, Jerry was always a good eater.
Jerry's hips lifted in a full jerk, then a twist. Her mouth clamped tightly to his cock as he bolted and swayed his round body in a climax. Brenda pulled back as a white, thick blast of jism shot from the red cock into the air. It went straight into her open mouth.
Eagerly, Brenda licked and sucked the liquids down her throat. With fascination she watched as his cock spewed a second geyser, this one a little less powerful. It missed her open mouth and splashed onto his pubic hair. For the third pump she closed her lips around his hose and sucked it directly down her throat.
She then moved off the pecker and licked all the sticky sperm from Jerry's matted pubic hair. She sucked in mouthfuls of the hair and strained them clean between her tightly clamped lips. Jerry kept sucking and licking and probing and kissing her cunt.
Finally he pushed her rump from his face and maneuvered her crotch over his still erect cock. She turned around to face him, her hands atop his broad chest.
"Will it stay up?" she asked.
"Shit, it won't go down for a week," he bragged.
The grin came back to her face and she lowered onto the thick rod. From his vantage point Henry could see Jerry's cock as it came up against her pussy. The red, hanging cunt-lips looked too small as the broad cock-head pressed and stretched them aside.
Brenda rolled to the left and made a practiced twist of her rear-end. The right side of the cockhead slipped inside. Then with another twist and a roll to the right she worked the other side of his cock into the hole. With slow, methodic twists she managed to sink the block-like pecker upward inside her hot, dripping-wet cunt walls.
Henry almost applauded. He could see by the whiteness of her surrounding skin that she had a maximum load of meat in her. But instead of grimacing, instead of showing any pain at all she just grinned, wider, wider with each thrust. Her straining backside finally engulfed all the pud and slapped onto his thighs.
Jerry rolled and bounced under her onslaught of twisting, jerking pumps. The bed creaked and swayed as Brenda rode him like a Brahma bull at a rodeo. With lightning fast humps Brenda blazed her choking cunt the length of the pecker. Then Jerry's legs straightened, his arms went spread-eagle to the side. His mouth opened, eyes rolled back and he hollered at the top of his lungs.
"Climax number two on the way!"
Brenda hunched forward and washed her dripping cunt-lips from side to side on his pumping, gushing cock. His hips jerked up and down, his head rolled from side to side, and she-lay her head to rest on his chest.
"Keep at it, baby, until you come too," he whispered.
His cock remained hard and imbedded inside her. So she resumed her gyrations. Henry watched as she pressed Jerry's fatty chest with her hands and mounded his breasts into a sizeable pile. With carefree abandon she kissed each of his nipples and started sucking feverishly at them. "Like my tits?" asked Jerry.
"I love them," she murmured. "I love every last pound of you."
"My God." Jerry was touched. "You like me?" With an enthusiastic twist of her ass she answered, "You bet I do. I've had long cocks before, but never fat ones."
"That's not fat, baby, that's solid muscle."
The idle chatter stopped as she dug her fingernails into his fleshy side. With rolling eyes and her tongue lashing at his chest she quickened her pumping. Her round, smooth buns lifted and fell faster and faster, her legs tensed, her toes cramped together.
"Oh, it's working. I feel it way inside. I'm going to come all over your beautiful, fat cock."
"Muscle."
She plopped herself mightily onto the shaft and drove it as deep as it would go. With hungry lunges she plummeted her stretched, straining box harder and harder onto the wide load. Then she sat up, arched her back, and her hair flew wildly about her head as she twisted her whole body, as trembles ran from her bouncing buns to her shoulders and her grin faded into a pleasurable grimace.
Through her white teeth she groaned, "Auuuuuugh! Oh, that feels so good!. So much cock! So tight, so good ..
She collapsed forward onto his heaping chest and lay very still. Henry watched the juices of their sex dribble and mix into a foaming, dripping ooze across Jerry's loose-hanging scrotum. Oblivious to it, Jerry lay there with a grin on his face that far outshined Brenda's. His toes wiggled in childish delight.
Henry quietly closed the bathroom door. He felt good, as good as Jerry. His friend's ego would probably heal rather quickly now. As he skipped down the stairs into the living room he met one of the other students living in the boarding house.
"Hey, did you hear any screaming, Henry?" asked the young man.
Henry laughed. "Oh, that's just Jerry fucking around," he answered.
"Oh. Jacking-off again, huh?" The student grinned.
"Yeah, sort of."
Henry sat in the living room and picked up a magazine. A few minutes later Jerry entered. He walked casually, as if nothing had happened. He sat in a chair across the room and picked up another magazine. After a few seconds of waiting Henry had to ask.
"Well?"
Jerry looked up, his face composed, eyes expressionless, "Well, what?"
"How'd it go?"
He raised a hand in the air and waved his fingers, "Oh, so-so. Not bad."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean I got her warmed up and decided to save it for my wife. She's up there playing with herself now. Why don't you go help her out?"
"Are you trying to tell me you didn't fuck her?" asked Henry.
"Naw, I decided it would be more fun to go into the bathroom and watch you do it. You son-of-a-bitch." Jerry's happy grin finally broke through.
Henry stood. "Well, I mustn't keep her waiting."
"Better not, I didn't leave much cunt unfucked."
"I noticed, fat cock."
Henry dashed up the stairs with Jerry lumbering behind him. Henry went in the bedroom door; Jerry entered the bathroom. Brenda was under the covers. They were neat, as if nothing had happened earlier. Her eyes were half-shut, her breath slow and deep.
"Hi," Henry said.
She looked up. "Hi, come on in."
Henry dropped his pants, took off his shirt and underwear and slipped under the covers next to her. Her body was warm, still wet as she cuddled into his arms. Her fingers immediately found his cock and began brushing it stiff.
"Don't you think you should rest first?" he asked.
"I can't, I have to get home soon. My husband will want dinner."
"Oh, that's right. I forgot."
Her grip tightened and she pulled his taut cock briskly toward her pussy. But Henry pushed the covers away to expose her large breasts, flat stomach and mounding cunt. He stroked her softly and blew cold air across her nipples.
"Let's try something that's not too much work for you," he suggested.
He got up and moved to the foot of the bed. He knelt down, but was too short. Grabbing the two pillows and stacking them on the floor before kneeling gave him enough elevation. His cock reached above the mattress like the nose of the family dog.
"Slide down here," he said.
Lazily, she slipped herself down the mattress and spread her legs until they encircled his waist. Her pussy touched against his hard, stiff pecker. Henry reared his rump back and aimed his cock into the moist cunt folds. Brenda relaxed, with her arms stretched to each side, her breasts mounded on her chest, her mouth breathing easily.
He drove his long cock straight in. The first inches of penetration went by unnoticed, but when his cock-head crashed into the territory beyond the reach of Jerry's pecker her hands dug into the mattress, she gasped, and her breasts bounced. Suddenly she found her second wind.
"Oh, my God. So deep! You're so far inside!" She lifted her head and grimaced. The position he had chosen gave him full power to drive, to dig, to cram cock as far as it can reach.
Her legs tightened their hold on his waist. The lips of her cunt constricted on his pole and her hips began to jump with his pumps. Henry grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed; she groaned. He quickened his thrusts and held hard at each full-length stroke.
"So good...." she mumbled.
Henry felt the pressure and heat in his groin. The electric tingle in his testicles. A sizzling excitement the length of his deeply imbedded cock. As the sperm rose for release his backside flexed, legs stiffened, and he thrust himself totally, absolutely into her warm, sucking, hugging pussy.
He hung limply over her as his cock pumped repeatedly into her insides. Pump after tremendous pump made his back wrench with spasmodic jolts. Through heat-glazed eyes he looked down at her swinging, rocking breasts and heaving rib cage.
She sat up and tensed. Her hands ripped at his buns and held him far inside. Her legs tightened even more and she let out a long sigh as an orgasm bathed his hose with her trembling, flowing cunt walls. Her head pushed heavily into his chest as she grimaced with joy. Then everything was silent, exhausted, spent.
She collapsed back on the bed and bravely managed her stupid grin. Henry fell on top of her, squashing her mountain tits flat. After the slapping together of their bodies the silence came back. He lay without moving, breathing slowly and steadily, listening to the silence.
The almost inaudible creak made Henry turn his head to look at the bathroom door. It was slowly closing; a dark shadow could be seen through the crack. Then, knowing he had been seen, Jerry pushed the door back open. His chubby face was all smiles, his tousled hair gave him a cherubic, juvenile appearance.
His hand emerged from the crack and waved. Then it raised higher as Jerry stood. To Henry's surprise another limb protruded through the door. It was Jerry's stubby, thick cock at full erection. The hand lowered and encircled the shaft. With several enthusiastic strokes he pulled his anatomy clear and closed the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Tonight's the night, Jerry," announced Henry the next afternoon.
Jerry looked up from his textbook. He was eating a banana. "Huh?"
"Tonight you lose five dollars."
"Like shit. Maybe you occasionally turn up an indiscriminate piece of ass and share her with me, but you'll never get into the pants of one of the girls across the street. Never."
"Tonight."
"Nope. Those girls have class, taste. They're the daughters of the wealthy, raised to breed with much better than the likes of you, or me."
"Be in the bathroom at ten o'clock. But, for God's sake, don't let her see you. You can blow the whole deal," said Henry.
Jerry saw the seriousness in Henry's eyes. "You really gonna do it? Honest? You got one of those delicious little cunts to put out for you?"
"Just watch, she'll do everything I tell her."
"Even fuck me?"
"Sorry, I don't think I can share this one." Jerry's face faded. "Well, I wouldn't want to take advantage. After all, you've been generous enough with all your cunts ... but, tell me one thing. How do you do it?"
As he left the room Henry called back, "Charm, personality, and a good knowledge of the animal I'm hunting."
As he closed the door behind him he heard, "Bullshit!"
Henry strolled casually down the sidewalk toward campus with his mind on the delights to come. Then he noticed the black-haired, large busted figure approaching. It was Gloria, coming the other way. She saw him and stopped. Henry smiled and tried to walk past.
"I want to talk with you," she said with a fierce sternness.
He stopped. "Oh? What about?"
"Don't give me that crap. I want to know when this blackmail is going to end."
Henry answered, "When I run out of pictures." She didn't let up. "When is that?"
He smirked and looked straight into her hard glare. "That information will cost you, my dear. And you know the kind of currency I deal in."
"You're a dirty bastard. A two-faced, cheating bastard." Her face was flushed with anger; her eyes twinkled with mad rage.
"When you're mad you're beautiful. If you ever want to count my photos, just drop on up. Speaking of visits, is everything set for tonight?"
"Your sacrificial lamb will arrive on schedule. She's too damned good for you." She was upset, very angry, but Henry also detected a tinge of jealousy.
"Well, she's skinny and young, but I'll take her for a lark. After all, big tits aren't everything."
"I just ask that you don't hurt her. She's never had a man before." The words were said softly, painfully.
Henry's eyebrows lifted. "A virgin? I didn't think you had any in your sorority. Never been screwed, just pawed and sucked by her loving sisters."
"Oh, fuck you!" she burst. "You slimy cocksucker! One of these days you'll pay for this!" She raised a hand to slap his face.
Henry caught the hand in mid-air. "Save your energy in case you want to come up and look at my photo album."
As Gloria stood in the street fuming he blew her a kiss and walked away. Henry felt no hesitation about giving her all the crap he felt like. He had watched her handle the virgin Janice. Witnessed her forceful initiation. Gloria was tough, hard, a bitch in her own right. She didn't deserve fair treatment.
After his history class Henry strolled through the cafeteria. Sitting among the tables were two platinum blonde heads bobbing and bouncing in animated chatter. The two Swedish-looking girls that he had photographed with the battery-operated, plastic, massager-cock.
They were flashing their flawless white teeth and charming personalities at two well-scrubbed fraternity boys. The boys hung on every word, laughed at every cute statement, returned the small talk and took quick, furtive glances at the matched sets of heaping tits on each girl.
Henry thought he would throw up. He worked his way down the aisle and took a seat directly across from them. The boys had their backs to him, the girls faced him. Four smooth, sleek legs caught his eyes. Two from each short mini-skirt filled with plump soft backside and pussy yearning for a cock of solid, human-operated flesh.
The cute-talk and flirtatious looks among the four became bothersome. Henry wanted to go over to them and suggest that they all strip down and enjoy each others' thrashing bodies and quit acting like wet-pant kids. But the ritual continued.
The blonde on the left squirmed in her seat and let her tender thighs separate. A draft of refreshing air swept into the heat of her pantied crotch.
So did Henry's penetrating eyes. He licked his lips and noticed the lifting strain of his pecker.
He couldn't take it. He stood and rearranged the lump in his pants. With one last hungry look he whispered to himself, "Just you wait, sweet cunts, we'll have our time."
As he started to walk away he heard one of the boys exclaim, "Oh, you're sisters? Sorority sisters or real sisters?"
"Both," answered the one on the right.
Henry stopped and turned. Sisters? Real sisters? But weren't they diddling each other? His mind whirred as the sight of the plastic cock being chewed and sucked dry by one of the girls became clear, as her face plunged with hungry lust over, onto and inside the pussy walls of her real sister.
There's more to this sorority than meets the eye, he said to himself as he wandered out of the cafeteria. The outside air cleared his head, thoughts and an extra tingle of excitement refilled it, as he wondered what delights he could dream up between the two when their turn came.
Ten o'clock came slowly. As Henry stepped from the shower he heard a knock on the bathroom door. It was Jerry, wanting to know how much longer he'd be.
"Don't worry, Jerry, there's plenty of time," he called out.
"I got things to do," Jerry answered.
Henry dried and combed his hair. He finally opened the door for Jerry. His friend stood there, grinning broadly, a bag of potato chips in one hand, a bottle of cola in the other. Behind him was a large, comfortable chair from downstairs.
"What the hell is all this?" asked Henry.
"I decided to bring along a few comforts," Jerry said as he pushed the chair into the bathroom.
Henry watched with amazement as Jerry maneuvered the chair into position by the door leading to Henry's room. He put the potato chips and cola on the toilet seat and sat down.
"Jerry, she isn't here yet," said Henry.
"That's okay, I want to get a good seat. You go ahead and get ready, I'll just wait."
Henry had to leave the bathroom by the hall door and enter his room through the main doorway. As he dressed and made himself as handsome as possible he could feel the watching eye of Jerry. When he was tying his shoe he heard a loud, distinct, 'crunch'.
It was a potato chip being devoured. Another crunch echoed through the room. Then the slurping, fizzing of cola being drunk from the bottle was heard. Henry stood and opened the bathroom door all the way. Jerry looked up, crumbs on his chin, a dribble of cola on his sweatshirt.
"You're making noise with your snacks," Henry said.
"Don't worry, when she's here, if she ever comes, I'll be real quiet."
Henry sat at his window watching the sorority house. Ten o'clock, she didn't come out. Five after ten. Not yet. At fifteen minutes past Henry was pacing back and forth by the sill, his eyes glued to the porch across the street. Nothing yet.
Finally, the large, white door opened. Like a small, frightened kitten a lone, slim figure crept into the porch light. It was her, Janice. She looked frail, helpless, as he watched her walk down the stairs. She looked across the street at his boarding house, and Henry's heart jumped.
She walked across the shadowed street. He could hear her tiny, shaking feet climbing the porch stairs below. Then, like tiny drips of water after a rain he heard a faint, delicate tapping on the door. Henry composed himself and went downstairs.
As he opened the door her wide, scared eyes met his. A large tear sat on each lower eyelid. She bravely tried to look in control of her trembling body; her sweet, pink lips opened and she inhaled deeply. The cool evening air filled her lungs. She sniffed, the tears cascading across her cheeks.
"Come in," said Henry.
She couldn't move. He wanted to put his arms around her and hug her, but he didn't. Instead he repeated his command with a stern, louder voice. She entered and stood in the reception area, hugging her full-length, fur collared coat about her.
"Upstairs," Henry instructed.
She responded to his one-word, stem commands. He had figured that's what she expected.
He was right. Without any hesitation she went to the stairs and started up. Step by step she climbed until reaching the top. Henry didn't move, he watched from below.
She stopped, looked along the hallway, then turned and looked down at him. 'Which room?" she said through trembling lips.
He walked up and met her. Taking her cold hand in his, Henry led her into his bedroom. She stood in the center of the floor staring at his bed as he closed and locked the door. Janice's blonde hair curled and fell about her collar as she huddled inside the warming safety of her coat.
"Take your coat off," said Henry.
She turned around and stared at him. New tears welled up in her large, doe-like eyes. Her face was about to bust into crying, her hands shook. She bit her lip and slowly began to open her coat. Henry couldn't understand her hesitation until he saw what she wore underneath.
It was white, pure, wispy white. A short, brief negligee of the most transparent material he had ever seen. The shadowed, slim outline of her youthful torso made him swallow. He could see her puckered navel, the dark-pink blotches of her nipples as they pressed outward from her small, still-developing breasts.
Her limber, lithe legs looked only that much more delicate standing below the bare covering. Her panties were made of the same material. They were brief, and like a bulging net they man aged to cover the mound of her cunt, but failed to conceal it.
She let the coat fall to the floor and stood motionless. Her eyes closed and the two tears rolled out. Henry's pants pulled painfully against the swelling bulge of his lifting pecker. He walked around her and stopped to take a long, cock-heating look at her rear.
The slim legs were flawless, rising with curving, smooth lines up to the full humps of her buns. The single interruption of the satiny limbs was the line made by the outcropping of the two peach-like mounds of rump. The dark crack between them was fully visible under the useless panties.
Her back was straight, strong. Her arms hung still beside her. Henry swallowed an impulse to jam his hand into the crack of her ass, tear the panties away and open the channel of her pussy from the rear, on the floor. He wanted to savor this rare find.
As he stood behind her he took off all his clothing. His cock was erect, long, red and ready. His heart pounded anxiously, his bps watered as he said, "Turn around."
Her already wide eyes enlarged when they took in the sight of his nudeness, of his hairy crotch with the powerful, exceptionally large pecker shooting straight up, its wide, pulpy head flared and straining for the comfort of her virgin cunt.
But no tears. She inhaled and stood bravely like a sacrifice to the Gods. Henry walked to her and lifted the front of the nightie. Her trembling navel and rib cage were pure, soft white. As he pushed the gown to her neck his hungry eyes were caught by the light beige color of her nipples.
"Lift your arms," he said. As she did the cup-like breasts raised, stretched and flattened. The nipple peaks poked straight out from her boy-like chest.
Henry lifted the gown over her head and away. She stood before him clad only in the next-to-nothing panties. Henry kneeled before her and slipped them down her legs. The light patch of her pubic hair smelled of perfume, the flat of her stomach glowed with well-scrubbed freshness.
As she stepped free of the pants her legs separated a slight degree. Henry saw the tender, pink lips of her pussy for one brief, cock-pounding second. He stood, took her hand in his and led her to the bed.
She sat down. Henry sat beside her. He didn't touch her, instead he cleared his dry throat, smiled and said, "My name is Henry."
She looked down, with embarrassment, shyness. "My name is Janice," she answered.
"Do you know why you're here," he asked.
"It's part of my initiation."
"Oh?"
"That's what Gloria said."
Henry smiled inside. The sorority president wasn't up to admitting she was being black mailed. Poor Janice thought this was part of what every sister had to go through to join the club. He was amazed at what a girl would undergo for social acceptance.
He looked at her face. Her eyes were glued, fixed on the shaft of cock between his legs. Her stare was one of fear, curiosity, wonder, respect. He took her hand and placed it on top of the red, pounding cock-head. It sat there motionless.
"Have you ever touched one before?" he asked. She shook her head no.
"Have you ever seen one?"
"In pictures," she replied.
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," she answered. Henry caught the embarrassment in the answer.
"That's old for not ever having felt one."
She nodded. "I know. I have strict parents. They sent me to an all girl's school, I never knew any boys until I came here."
"Do you want to know what it's like?"
She looked into his face. Her eyes pleaded, her lips parted and she answered, "Yes, very much. I want to know about it, all of it."
Henry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her mouth to his. Their bodies touched together and he washed his tongue into hers. She responded gamely, but not too accurately. Her body wrenched and her tongue slopped a drool of saliva onto his chin.
Her face turned red. "I'm sorry" she whispered.
"Don't worry about it. You'll do fine. Just go easy, follow my instructions, okay?"
"Okay." Her hand squeezed the head of his pecker.
They lay across the bed as Henry stroked her small chest. The beige nipples turned to pink under his hands, to a bright crimson below his lips. Her breath was fast, deep, as he sucked the dots into peaked hardness. She rolled beneath his mouth, her arousal moved to a higher pitch with each long, hard suck.
"That feels good. I really like that," she reported.
Henry bit into one of the rock-hard buttons and she writhed the softness of her breast into his face. A deep, guttural groan rumbled in her throat. When his hand moved lower a wracking convulsion traveled through her body.
But Henry rubbed her stomach, her thighs, the top of her pubic patch, into warmth, comfort, familiarity with his touch. She relaxed and his finger pressed between the frail, soft thighs. It was warm, smooth, comfortable between the satin legs.
His fingers pushed into the crotch and met wetness, a hot, clinging moisture of sex. Her legs slowly moved apart as his hand massaged the pussy-dew back into the mound from which it came. Her breathing filled his ears; the lift and fall of her chest grew with each rub, each caress, each press on the tiny pussy.
From her nipples his mouth kissed a delicious path across her lower chest, into the gully of her stomach, a deep, sucking draw on the navel, lower, into the perfume of her hair and over the cliff to the sweet, wet lips of the unopened box.
As he kissed the slick cunt her legs stretched far apart. She had learned this from her encounters with her sorority sisters, Henry figured. He sucked the folds of sweet skin into his mouth and licked them into heat. As his tongue slipped between and made curling sweeps into the slickness of her inside, she wrenched and twisted her crotch solidly into his face.
She loved it. Buried between her legs with his hearing muffled by her warm thighs he could still hear the loud, saw-like rasping of her impassioned breath. He jammed his tongue far into the hole and sucked at her now flowing juices.
He pressed his front teeth against the hardness of her clitoris, and she bucked helplessly. Henry reached under the sweating buns at his chin and cupped them in his gripping hands. He lifted her up, and like a chalice of the finest wine he plunged his face into the pumping heater of her crotch.
He licked her cunt, her buns, her trembling asshole, until her hands grabbed at his hair and tugged, her legs kicked, her shoulders rolled and breasts bobbed as an orgasm ripped from her heart to her cunt, from her cunt to her knees, from her knees back to her tongue-filled cunt.
As she lay on her back panting, half swept away in the dream world of climax, Henry moved upward. He re-kissed the pathway to her nipples, then above to her neck, chin and mouth. She sucked the tongue that made her feel so good, as he put his cock-head into the moistness of her dripping cunt.
He expected her to resist, to at least show some fear, but she was too far gone. Her young, slender body opened itself even more to him. The smooth legs spread far apart; she closed her eyes and lifted her burning hot cunt to meet the thickness of his cock.
Henry pressed in. Resistance. Her cunt was small, a tight-lipped hole that rejected his probe solidly. He tried again, Janice lifting and pushing against him to help. It wouldn't work. Henry sloshed his cock-head in her freely dripping fluids and made another effort.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried as he strongly pressed into her.
The straining lips parted, stretched, and like a tight rubber glove strained around the breadth of pulpy, screaming cock-head.
"Hold on, Janice, this may hurt," he warned.
"Go ahead, Henry. Open me up. I'll be all right."
She was a game girl. She had courage. He plunged his cock inward. She groaned, her fingernails ripped at his back, her teeth bit into her lower lip, as his cock moved less than an inch inside. She exhaled, inhaled and relaxed as he made one more push. Another inch, a tight, stretching inch, another groan, scratch and bite on the lip.
"Lift up," he said.
Her wet buns lifted into him as he pressed onward. Her hymen fell with ease as the pussy became accustomed to the intrusion. From there on it was slick tightness, hugging cunt-walls, the pressure of flesh on flesh. He drove his cock two-thirds in before pausing.
He lay there on top of her body as she smiled up at him. "Does it still hurt?" Henry asked.
"A little. But not near as much as I expected. It feels real good. So good."
Henry slid his tightly gripped cock back. As he did she exhaled and smiled. Small beads of perspiration were on her upper lip; he kissed them away. He moved his cock back into the heated pussy. She moaned again.
In and out, two-thirds depth with each stroke until she began to lift herself to each stroke. Within minutes she was fucking back, anxiously rising to each thrust, twisting against each withdrawal. Then Henry couldn't hold back any longer. He sent his cock its full length into the box.
"Auuuuuuugh! Oh! Oh! Oh my God!" she cried.
He didn't pause-with rapid fire thrusts he repeatedly drove his cock-head as far as he could reach. The pulpy head pounded against the furthermost extremities of her pussy with each deep, digging penetration. Her responding movements stopped. She tried to pull herself off the painfully digging hot cock.
But Henry grabbed her soft ass and held tight. He didn't listen to her painful cries, but kept pounding into her delicate, straining box. As he figured, she began to respond after the initial stinging passed. Again her nails dug into his flesh, her breath howled, her tongue licked her mouth. She began to fall into the rhythm of his pumping, to once more respond with her hips.
Suddenly she grabbed him tightly around the back and bit her teeth into his shoulder. Her hips bucked with strong, high lurches, her legs kicked, and she squirmed underneath the thrust of his hot, slick pecker. Another climax sent her into uncontrolled spasms.
The pain disappeared as she wildly thrashed her hips into his deep-digging pole. Her hands pounded along his spine, her tongue licked at his face, her tiny breasts pressed tight against his heaving chest. Then Henry climaxed. His sperm rose and sprayed in thick, creamy spurts into her newly opened canal.
She swam in ecstasy as she felt the flow of his juice inside her, almost laughed with joy as she kept twisting and lowering herself to engulf more of his pumping shaft. The pounding ejaculations ended; Henry was breathless; Janice exhausted.
They stopped moving and lay in position with their cheeks against each other.
Several minutes passed as his mighty cock slowly withdrew into wrinkled relaxation. The flowing lubrication of her cunt dried and dripped away. Their organs cooled and rested. Henry was half asleep, in a world of pleasure, when he heard the disturbing sound.
"Crunch. Crunch."
He opened his eye to see what she was doing. But she was below him in a motionless, dream-like state. She heard nothing. But the crunching continued. He twisted his head and looked toward the bathroom door. It was open less than one inch.
"Crunch. Crunch. Crunch."
He could see Jerry's hand reaching into his mouth, crunching on potato chips like he was at the movies. After making a scowl at the shadowed crack the sounds stopped, to be replaced by the guzzling swallow of soda. Then the door closed and the sound of a chair clumping down the stairs echoed Henry to sleep.
When he woke up he was on his back. Through the haze of his eyes and the unclear state of his head he heard a new noise, a lapping, washing sound. His body felt tremendous; he was in a state of bliss, happiness. He looked to his side for Janice, but she wasn't there.
He looked down and saw her blonde head bobbing up and down over his erect, highly aroused cock. Her lips were tight around the shaft as she plummeted it into her swirling, wet mouth. He could feel her tongue licking barber-pole circles as his cock disappeared into the pocket of her lips. "Hi," he mumbled.
She sat up. Her face turned an embarrassed pink. "Oh? Hi ... I'm sorry."
She looked like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry for what?" Henry asked.
"Uh ... I didn't mean to wake you up. I read about doing this ... and I wanted to try it. I was only practicing."
As she stammered and apologized for sucking his cock, Henry shook his head. "There's no reason to apologize. Do you like it?"
She nodded. "Yes, very much."
"Then do it all you want, anytime you want."
"Thank you." She pulled away the hair that hung in her face and started to lower back to her task.
"What time is it?" Henry asked.
Before filling her mouth with his peter she answered, "Two o'clock."
He lay back and let her suck his shaft until it burned with pressure to release. Her enthusiastic pumping, sucking and licking felt too good to end. He just relaxed and waited to see what she'd do when he spurted come into her smooth-cheeked mouth.
As she pumped along his cock he tensed, his legs stiffened and breath caught. She knew it was coming and lifted free of the hose just as it erupted with white, milky sperm. The squirt hit her still open lips, stuck there and dripped in a lazy, glistening arc.
Her eyes asked him what to do. Henry answered, "Drink it."
Before the second pump she had his cock within the warm security of her mouth again. This time she gulped, choked and swallowed the cream down. Then she took a second helping of the new meal. It seemed to bring new life to her almost immediately.
She energetically licked his cock clean, then went to straining the jism from his pubic hair. She licked his low-hanging sack and balls into a state of well-washed redness. When she finished she sat on her haunches, smiling, proud.
"How'd I do?"
Through half open eyes Henry answered, "Damn good."
"I'm sure with practice I can do a lot better," she replied.
"I'm sure you can. Whenever you need someone to practice on just let me know."
"Good. There are so many things I want to try. Of course I don't know if Gloria will allow it."
"The hell with her. You do what you want. Don't ask her permission, just come on over!"
"Well, I wouldn't want her to get upset. You see, she can get me thrown out of the sorority and I don't want that to happen. I really enjoy it there."
Henry smirked. "I bet you do. That reminds me, when you leave take that manila envelope on my desk. Give it to her."
"Okay, but I want to rest first." She rested her head on Henry's shoulder and soon fell asleep.
Henry stared at the ceiling. This girl was perhaps the most delicious thing he had ever touched. She was young, firm, enthusiastic and willing to try anything. The idea of Gloria and her pussy-eating sorority sisters turned his stomach when he thought of Janice among them.
He knew that somehow he would think of a way to get her away from them, away from their lesbian orgies, their credo about dating only fraternity men, their stuck-up distaste for people like him. He would do it somehow, if he could only figure out a way.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Come on, Henry, you can tell me," persisted Jerry as they walked to class.
"Sorry. I wish I could."
"I saw that cute little honey walk into your room, introduce herself and ten minutes later let you rap your balls on her ass! She didn't even know who you were! She just showed up and fucked!"
Jerry waited for a response but got none. Henry kept walking in silence.
"Please. ... Come on, I won't tell anyone. You got some kind of secret hold on those girls, haven't you?"
"They just like my cock," he replied.
"There you go with the bullshit again! Christ! If I had what you had I'd sell myself!"
"You've got everything I have, Jerry ... except a lack of morality."
"Shit, I can get rid of that quick enough. How about a hint?"
"Sorry."
"Dammit. I'm so horny from watching you last night I can hardly walk. You sure you can't get that tiny little sweetie-pie to come to my room and introduce herself?"
Henry shook his head. "Nope. Not her. But if you're so hard-up I could ask Brenda what she's doing."
"You know, that girl has talent," said Jerry. "I could go for seconds with her."
"Why haven't you called her up?"
Jerry's face reddened. "Aw, I couldn't do that. I hardly know her."
"Well, speak of the devil...." whispered Henry. "Huh?"
He pointed to a green-grassed garden sitting at the edge of campus. Brenda, reading a book, sat cross-legged at a picnic table. The two young men made an abrupt turn and started toward the studious girl. As they approached Henry noticed she wore another short skirt.
Jerry's eyes stared hungrily up the smooth expanse of her inner thighs that led to another pair of her brief panties. With her crossed, Indian style of sitting, there was little difficulty in seeing the haired mound of her cunt straining against the bare cover.
"Looks like she's fishing for cock," whispered Jerry.
"Yeah, and your worm is twitching."
"Hi, Brenda," called Jerry. He smiled, waved and sat beside her.
"Oh?" She looked up, blinding them with her white teeth, and closed her book. "Hello, boys."
Henry sat on her other side. "You going to class today?"
With a languid, pulse-pounding stretch she lifted her breasts high and out. The eyes of Jerry and Henry met as they raised from the desirable sight. Then she pulled her sweater tightly down around her waist and stretched the round globes against it.
"No. I just don't feel like being inside today. It's too beautiful, too nice out here," she answered.
"Yeah, real nice," said Jerry.
"I don't feel like going either," said Henry.
She placed a hand on each of their thighs and suggested, "Well, why don't we all cut and do something? We can enjoy this terrific day!"
Jerry squirmed and slipped closer to her soft body. "I'm in. I mean ... it's fine with me."
She giggled and her hand edged along the inseam of his trousers. Compulsively, like a child grabbing for a cookie, Jerry reached out and gave her left breast a full, firm squeeze. Brenda's face immediately reddened, and she looked all around the garden area.
"Don't!" she hissed. "Suppose someone saw us? One of my husband's friends?"
Jerry whipped his hand away and stuck it in his pocket. "Oh ... I'm sorry, I forgot."
Her hand brushed his swollen cock through his pants. "It's okay. But not here in plain sight."
Her hand had also come in contact with Henry's bulging tool and the thought of some outdoor activities sounded very appealing. "Where?" he asked.
Jerry jumped up. "I'll find a nice, discreet place. Wait here, I'll be right back."
As he disappeared into the bushes Brenda's hand pushed heavily, hotly into Henry's crotch. They sat in silence while she stroked his strong, hard pecker into a full erection. A long hump of stiff meat showed in his jeans before Jerry came running back.
"I found the place. Follow me!" he said.
They stood and followed their roly-poly friend deep into the cover of the garden growth. Almost fifteen yards back there was a small clearing with grass and almost complete privacy.
"Do you think this is good enough?" she asked. "Sure!" answered Jerry. "There's only one way to get here. Along that path. One of us can stand guard and give the warning if anyone's coming."
"It looks nice and quiet," added Henry.
"All right, but keep a good lookout," Brenda said.
Henry patted Jerry on the back. "You did such a good job Jerry, you can go first."
"I went first last time," he answered.
"Don't worry about it. It's better if I go second. Then she can have a climax."
Jerry turned to find a rock to throw at his friend when he saw that Brenda wasn't wasting any time. Her blouse was on the grass and she bent forward unsnapping her bra. From that second on the only stones on Jerry's mind were the two ripe, white melons that rolled free to dance and jostle in front of his sparkling eyes.
He undid the buckle of his pants and watched as she lifted her mini-skirt to her hips and slid her underpants down her long, slender legs. His cock catapulted free from his white cotton shorts as he tugged them away. Sitting on the cool grass he pulled his shoes off.
While he struggled with them Brenda dropped to her knees and lay across his stomach to open her mouth and place her wet, sucking lips onto his cock-head. He collapsed back, unable to move as he felt her tongue slowly lick and wash the thick, pulpy head.
With closed eyes he felt blades of grass tickling his balls as she sunk his wide cock far into her hot mouth. She took several long, heat rising sucks on his pecker before swinging her leg over his fat calves and dropping heavily onto his stiff shaft.
With several quick twists of her hips she worked her cunt lips around and over the blunt penis. Jerry reached up and squashed a hefty breast in each hand. Then rapidly, with quick fire humps, she began to massage his cock with the dripping, slick walls of her box.
"Go, baby, go!" encouraged Jerry.
"Just hold still," she instructed. "We have to go fast before someone comes."
And fast she went. Jerry listened to the repeated slaps of her buns on his thighs until they blurred into one constant sound of flesh on flesh. He released her breasts and watched as they flipped and whipped into a white blur with the crimson dash of nipple accenting each hump.
Together their breathing rasped loudly. The few birds in the trees stopped their happy chirping and settled into concentrating silence. Her hands grabbed fiercely at his chest and her eyes closed. Jerry watched as she bit her lip and swallowed.
He lifted himself hard into her vibrating cunt. She moaned and took a deep gasp. He humped upward again and she crashed herself down hard on him. Then they both grabbed at each other as their heat took them towards a climax. Jerry's body rolled and bubbled as he pumped his cream like a fountain up into her sweltering hole.
She groaned and spread her pussy as far onto his pumping organ as she could. Then she trembled and her cunt made several jerking spasms of rapture.
"Oh! I love your cock," she groaned.
"And it loves your pussy," he answered.
His sperm flowed far into her cunt, bubbled, frothed and began to drip back down his shaft. As they lay still for a few seconds of rest the juices dribbled free and flowed onto the soft, green grass.
With an energy that Jerry couldn't believe, she sat up and brushed her hair from her face. "Okay. Go get Henry," she told him.
Jerry sat up and grabbed his pants. His shoes were still on. With his shrinking cock hanging free he trotted down the garden path to where Henry stood watch. Henry turned and almost ran when he saw the lumbering, nude, happy-faced maniac coming toward him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.
"Exactly that! Now go ahead, it's your turn," answered Jerry.
"Get dressed! Someone might see you."
Jerry slipped one foot into his underpants. His dripping pecker hung loosely under his matted, sticky pubic hair. "Did you see someone?"
"I heard talking. But, I couldn't see them. So keep your eyes peeled. We don't want Brenda caught," said Henry.
"I'll say. We'd lose the best thing that's happened for three semesters. Now go ahead, I'll be all right."
Henry walked to the clearing. Brenda was on her stomach sunning herself. He looked at the long, slim curves of her smooth legs and the haughty rise of her skirt covered rump. She turned half over to greet him and one large, milky-white tit flowed free to wink at him.
Instead of rolling over any more she raised to her hands and knees. Her shining teeth grinned mischievously as he kneeled behind her. She looked forward into the bushes as Henry unzipped his fly and removed his long, red-headed cock. He held the throbbing rod in one hand while lifting her skirt with the other.
He looked down on the perfectly round, fully plump, heaps of bun before him. He moved his hand across the soft piles of flesh and then slipped a finger deep along her crack. As he came in contact with her anus she squirmed; as he slid a finger into the juicy slickness of her cunt she pressed back onto it.
He moved in closer and grabbed his cock to steer it into the red pussy lips. As it touched into the glistening skins, Brenda bent at the knees and lowered away from him. Henry tried lowering himself to pursue the yearning, dripping-red hole.
"No, not there, please?" she asked.
Henry put his hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Where?" he asked.
"Higher. I want it in my ... you know. I want to try it there."
He didn't argue. He let his cock-head slip from the cunt-lips upward into the soft ass-crack. Brenda lay her head on the grass and jutted her rump back and open. With her weight supported on her shoulders she reached back and grabbed a cheek in each hand and separated the lovely pillows. The dark, tiny hole of her ass stretched open and ready before him.
His cock was moist from the initial pussy contact so he pressed against the taut, incredibly small hole. He held onto her hips tightly and pushed against the straining opening. It held him back. He pushed again, harder, with a pull on her hips.
The puckered dot spread wider and wider as his cock-head pushed inside. Then with a quick release it opened freely and the head of his cock popped inside. As he pulled back to loosen the hole, the internal skin of the muscle followed and softened the grip on his shaft.
After several initial short pumps into her ass he made a long reaching, slow drive. Brenda hissed through her teeth and rocked her head from side to side as he sunk each inch deeper and deeper into the darkness of her now slippery ass-hole.
Henry plummeted his cock completely in and held. She made a long, crying moan. As it subsided he slid back and made another thrust. This time she wiggled her rump and sent grips of fire kindling tightness up his spine. It felt good, tight, grinding, as Henry worked his pounding cock in and out.
Her breath began its rasping, howling pace and her backside went wild. She humped up and down, back and forth, with uncontrolled wiggles and squirms in between. Henry slammed his steaming meat faster and faster into her gyrating hole as the ecstasy carried them away.
That's when Jerry ran into the clearing. "Hey! There's a...." He stopped abruptly when he saw they were too involved to interrupt.
"Keep going!" Brenda cried.
Henry's backside flexed and his pumping balls swung faster and faster between his legs. Jerry stared in disbelief for a second, rubbed his eyes, took a second look, shook his head and turned back to the path.
"You guys keep at it. I'll stall them!" He ran off.
"Go! Go! Go! Slam it in me!" Brenda screeched. Her mouth opened and she bit into a mouthful of grass as Henry pounded with rapid-fire, blurring speed into her loose, flowing asshole.
His climax hit suddenly, without any warning. One second he was feeling stabs of pain in his aching back, the next his cock was vomiting jism with convulsive jolts inside her pulling ass. She moaned through her breathless throat. She had drove herself hard against his pumping pole and groaned loudly.
"Here it is! I'm coming! You did it!" she released her buns and dug her fingers brutally into the full softness of her grass-whipping tits. Again her teeth clamped onto the grass, her knees shook, wet blotches of sweat covered her back.
Henry lay forward and said, "Come on, we have to get out of here. Jerry said someone was around."
"I can't move," she answered. "I've had it. I've never felt so good in my life."
Henry quickly pulled his cock free. She whimpered as he stretched past her asshole and left her empty. With a puckered lower lip she turned over and sat on the grass. Instantly she lifted off her rump.
"I'm going to have trouble walking," she said through her spaced-out, ecstatic grin.
Henry zipped his fly and grabbed her arm. "Here, put on your blouse. We've got to get out of here."
She was still half-glazed and oblivious to the impending danger. She held the blouse in one hand and simply grinned. Henry heard voices, several voices. He grabbed her other arm and pulled her into the brush. She followed with awkward, staggering steps and an occasional giggle.
He pushed her down behind a berry bush and tried to peek out to see the intruders. Several people passed in a line along the path. Jerry stood helplessly to the side watching them. His eyes darted furtively about for signs of the two buttfucking comrades.
"Pssssst! Jerry, over here," whispered Henry.
Jerry looked everywhere but the right place. Henry waved and caught his eyes. He hustled over and stood with his back to Henry.
"Are you all right? I tried to stop them, but, shit, they got a professor with 'em!"
"We're okay. Who the hell is it?"
"Some kind of field trip. Botany or biology or something stupid like that!"
"We gotta get out of here. Brenda's too spaced out to walk. We'll have to help her," whispered Henry.
"Right. Where is she?" asked Jerry.
Henry turned. "Back here."
She was gone. The bushes were empty. "Oh, shit! Where the hell did she go?"
"She's gone?" asked Jerry.
"Dammit! She wandered off somewhere!"
"Do you think she went back to the clearing?" Jerry asked.
"I don't know. We better look."
The two crawled slowly through the covering bushes until coming next to the clearing. They arrived just in time to see Brenda stagger from the bushes nearby. She walked with cautious steps and half-closed eyes by the group of students. The professor stopped his rattling lecture and watched as she passed and grinned.
"Can I help you?" he asked. His grey goatee lifted and fell with each syllable.
Brenda giggled. She had managed to get her bra on, but failed to button her blouse. The two enormous tits covered with white lace loomed brazenly before the professor's face.
"No, I don't need any help," she answered and started looking around the grass.
Several of the students began to laugh and chatter as the professor found it difficult to take his eyes off the two full cups of tit. He was holding a leaf in one hand to describe it to the class, and unconsciously began to crumble it into shreds of green mulch.
"Are you looking for something?" he asked.
"There they are I" howled Brenda as she bent over and picked her underpants off the grass.
The crumbled leaf fell from the professor's hand and the chatter of the class froze into silence as they watched her bend at the waist. The short skirt lifted higher and higher until the bottom folds of her buns caught everyone's attention. But the skirt went even higher to reveal the red folds of her cunt-lips peeking back at them, to allow their eyes to trace the shadowed crack of her ass upward until viewing her recently emptied asshole.
A thin stream of glistening semen oozed from the hole and streamed down the rear of her thigh. The collective inhale of shock from the students was only surpassed by a sudden and violent coughing spell that wracked the professor's body.
Brenda stood, grinned and waved her delicate undies at the group, then winked and stumbled up the pathway.
CHAPTER NINE
Henry was digging deep into his studies that evening, attempting to catch up on assignments. He was interrupted by Jerry and pleased to hear that he had a very attractive visitor downstairs.
"Does she have dark hair and big tits?" Henry asked.
"I can't say for sure about the hair, but the tits are award winners."
"Send her up."
Jerry's mouth opened. "You know, I don't get you. You got the finest pussy for miles chasing you and you treat them like shit."
"Think I should go downstairs and meet her?"
"That would be polite," suggested Jerry.
"That's the difference between you and me, Jerry. Tell her which room I'm in." He turned back to his books.
As the door closed Henry could hear Jerry muttering to himself, "I don't believe it."
Less than a minute later there was a tentative knock on his door. He waited. She knocked again, this time louder. Taking his time Henry stood, tucked his shirt in and walked to the door. He opened it slowly, casually, and peered out into Gloria's scowling face.
"Oh, hello Gloria. I didn't expect you." He said it softly, friendly.
"I'll just be a minute. I want to talk to you." Her tone was stem, hard.
Henry opened the door and let her come inside. "Have a seat?"
"No. I came to get the pictures from you. I've had enough of this blackmail crap!" She was angry, determined to get them.
Henry waved his hand in the air to brush the bad feelings aside. "Come on, sit down, relax. We can handle this like friends. Here, I'll let you take a look at them."
She sat down and hugged her long, brown coat tightly about her body. As Henry dug into his dresser she viewed the room with distaste, the dirty clothes on the floor, the messy desk and soiled floor. Her eyes fluttered when she saw the impressive camera on the shelf.
"That's a great camera," Henry said. "Here, take a look at the quality of these shots. After all, they were taken under some pretty bad lighting conditions. But I used...."
She interrupted and grabbed the prints. "You can save the bullshit. I don't give a damn about your camera."
"Boy, you're in a real bad mood," he said with a grin.
Gloria looked through the remaining photos and piled them neatly together. Her face was tight, red, as she lifted them and with each hand started to rip them apart. Henry didn't move, but before she could tear into them he laughed. She stopped pulling.
"I've still got the negatives, Gloria. Tear those up and I'll just print more. Maybe a couple of each so I can have your sorority sisters screwing me for the next ten years. Maybe I could sell them on campus, make posters, nail them to telephone poles when the Homecoming Queen contest starts."
She laid the photographs down. "Okay. What do I have to do to end all this? I want it over. I know when we're in a bad position."
Henry leaned back in his chair. "Now you're talking sense, Gloria. Let's see." He picked up the photos and looked at them. "You've already got one of yourself and one of Janice. These aren't too good, you can't see the faces. But these are real clear. They're definitely worth something."
He spread the suitable pictures on his bed. One was of the three girls in the first room as they licked each other into a sweating daisy chain. The next one was of the two sisters as they embraced while the plastic cock vibrated inside one cunt. Then two more of the three girls and finally at last one of Gloria sucking at Janice's pussy.
"Now let's see, that's five prints. Three of the girls together. I was thinking of having each one individually, but since you've been so nice I think I'd like a three girl session. For all three photos of course."
"You're really generous," hissed Gloria.
"And then I have this one of these two blonde beauties. I hear they're sisters. Real sisters. What they're doing here makes me wonder about their morals."
"Can the comedy, you creep."
"Oh, and look here, I have one left of you. Yes, that's you sucking a cunt. You do it really well, Gloria, anybody ever tell you that?"
Gloria twisted in her seat. She hugged her coat tighter. "Fuck you. Now what do you want for all of them?"
"As I said. A session with the three girls for these three photos and a session with the sisters for this one."
"You insist on dragging this thing out forever, don't you?"
"What are you suggesting? A package plan? You expect me to ball them all at once or something?" He let his voice raise in volume.
"I was thinking maybe you'd like Janice some more."
Henry grinned. "Trying to sell me the freshman, eh? Is she the only one who'll play along? The only one you've got enough control over?"
She stood. "Dammit! How the hell am I going to get them to do it? They won't believe this shit about pictures unless they see them!"
"Take them. Show them. I'll keep the negatives. That should convince them." Henry was enjoying the argument, her strained voice, her pitiful position.
"I'll try."
"You'll do more than that. You'll deliver. You know what will happen if you don't."
Her head dropped. "You dirty bastard."
"Come on, now. I could do a lot more. I could force your sorority sisters to put out for the rest of the year. I could have them fucking my friends for money. You don't know when you're being treated right!"
"Okay, give me the pictures. Even the bad ones."
Henry picked them up and slipped them into the manila envelope. He tossed them onto her lap. Gloria grabbed them and stood. She sniffed and walked to the door. She looked beaten, lost, as she opened the door and started to step outside.
That was the moment he was waiting for. "Oh, Gloria. One last thing."
She stopped, said nothing, and looked back at him.
"We almost forgot about that last picture of you," he said with soft, gentlemanly tones.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "What about it?"
"If you want the negative you've got to fuck like a bandit for it."
There was a long, silent pause. She closed her eyes in pain and stood very still. Henry went to her and pushed the door closed. Standing in front of her tense, quivering body he said, "Now."
Her shoulders wracked with a sob and a tear built in her eye. She didn't move. Henry took the envelope from her hand and put it on his desk. He then reached up and undid the first button of her coat. Then the second. She still didn't move. As the buttons came apart and the coat swung open Henry saw she was dressed in cocktail attire.
She wore a trim suit of fine, soft fabric. The jacket covered a crisp, white blouse, and nylon hose made her legs glow with healthy color. He was pleased to see she had dressed up for her visit. He pulled the coat open and back until it fell to the floor.
"You didn't have to get all dressed up just to visit little old me," he quipped.
Her eyes opened, pleaded with him. "Please, Henry, I have a date. Can't we do this tomorrow?"
"A date? With a fraternity boy? Going out to some "nice", expensive place for a few drinks? Then maybe some hot petting and a little cock?"
She grimaced. "Please...."
Henry unbuttoned her suit jacket and opened it. The large balls of her tits squashed fully against her blouse. He pulled the jacket away and dropped it. She still didn't move. Next he removed her blouse. The large, full cups of her lace bra strained at their load, soft mounds of billowing breast heaped together at her cleavage.
Henry left the bra, and went to the zipper of her skirt. It came down without a hitch and the waistband loosened enough for him to pull the skirt away. It puddled around her ankles as Henry looked at her panty-hosed legs and full, ripe buns.
She wore black underpants beneath the hose. They made a dark vee into her crotch, stretched to almost nothing around her waist and crumbled uncomfortably into the crack of her ass. He took his time rolling the hose down her long, sleek legs and over her trim, well-formed calves.
Finally he sat back and looked at his handiwork. She stood before his door, still without moving, her eyes shut. She wore a black lace bra and skimpy black undies. Her athletic, firm body shined with health and glowed with tender fullness.
Henry pulled his clothes off quickly. Her lack of enthusiasm, her apparent loss of will made him excited. His cock sprang from the clothing as a long, stiff pole ready to crash inside her motionless body. He knelt in front of her.
With one hand he loosened her clinging underpants and pulled the crotch to one side. He could feel her inhale as he tugged the pants away enough to see her black patch of hair, mounded box and the tips of her red cunt-lips. He moved in for a closer look.
She stood still, very still, as he pressed his face into softness and warmth of her crotch. He made a lick, a tentative, tasting lick. Perfume, freshly scrubbed flesh, delicious. He thrust his tongue further until he felt the tip of her cunt-lips with his wiggling snake.
He was amazed at how still she stood as he pressed his wet, hot tongue further and further into the cleavage. With upward, wide licks he repeatedly brushed into the moist, soft lips. Still no reaction. He pointed his tongue and drove it between the skins.
He wiggled and pressed his tongue inward until he felt the lump of her clitoris. Pushing hard against the firm point he rubbed it back and forth with more and more pressure until she started to take deeper, more frequent inhales of air.
Henry then sent a finger into the now slick crack. It moved deep inside and twisted and twirled as his thumb joined it to put hard pressure onto the responding clitoris. Her legs parted very slightly; her breathing increased. The further he jammed the finger the more indications of arousal she exhibited.
Then he removed his hand and stood. He walked to the side of the bed and smiled at her. "On the bed," he ordered.
She walked like a robot, trying with each step to maintain her refusal to respond, her total control. She sat on the bed, lifted her legs onto it and lay flat on her back. She closed her eyes and didn't move. Her legs were closed together tight, her hands at her sides.
Henry looked at the cock-burning torso of Gloria until an idea came to mind. He climbed onto the bed and placed one knee by each of her shoulders. He faced her feet. His rump hung directly over and close to her closed eyes. His balls almost bounced on her chin.
He placed a hand on each side of her waist and leaned forward. His balls lowered, rolled across her chin, his buns caressing her cheeks, and his cock lowered until it pointed directly at the cleavage of her piled up tits. He moved lower and forward until his cock-head mushed into the soft piles and pressed between.
He pushed his cock into the black lace humps until it buried far inside and between the two hugging breasts. With an additional thrust his cock-head banged into the bottom, elastic strap of the halter. He pulled back, then went forward, then back, then in.
Slowly, easily, he rubbed his cock into heat between the tender lumps. It was warm, smooth. With a twist of his hips he forced his shaft to the side, up and over one of the breasts until it gouged between the cup and the tit and touched her now hard nipple. He took pleasure in stabbing his cock throughout the lace-encased tits.
Then he moved back until his red cock-head sprung free. Once again his balls bounced against her chin. Henry sat partially up until he felt her nose on his ass-cheek. With a slight adjustment he felt it slide into the crack. He knew his asshole would be right over her mouth.
He reached back and spread each cheek with a hand. Lightly he sat on her mouth. She didn't move. He made small movements from side to side against her nose. His testicles rocked freely into the bottom of her chin.
"Kiss it," he ordered.
She didn't move.
He sent a hand downward to her crotch. He slipped it beneath the underpants and roughly dug into her hairy crotch. With his thumb and forefinger he quickly found her clitoris and squeezed. He pinched it hard until he saw her stomach tighten with pleasure-pain.
"Kiss it!"
He felt her soft, moist mouth press against his asshole. He squeezed the clitoris again. She kissed once more. Then he drove a third finger into her wet cunt and twisted. Her flat belly quivered and she gave his asshole a long, hard kiss.
"Your tongue!"
She didn't need any more encouragement. Her tongue immediately caressed his anus. Then again. It stiffened and stroked hard against his taut hole. Henry wiggled his ass on her mouth and released his hold on her cunt. She stabbed her pointed tongue into his anus with force.
After several jabs the hole opened up and she sent her tongue inside. Henry had never felt anything like it before. Her soft, flowing tongue sent spasms of chilling delight up his spine. His cock felt electrically charged, his balls ached with a dull, painful throb.
She didn't stop until her tongue was buried completely in his ass. Then, like she was eating cunt, she began to stroke into the tight hole with ever-increasing agility. Henry relaxed and enjoyed her talented tongue as it snaked inside his tingling body.
The crack between his buns was soaked with saliva as she slid her mouth-muscle free and guided it to his testicles. Her lips parted and sucked his scrotum inside like she was lapping an ice cream. She engulfed his balls with her warm, wet mouth and gingerly tickled them with her tongue-tip.
She hummed and made soft, prolonged draws on his hairy sack as Henry worked at her bra. He grabbed the thing by the bottom elastic support and pulled it up toward her head. Her mountainous breasts squeezed and flowed below the strap until he released it. The bra tightened and pressed into the humps of skin, creasing them, making the bottoms stretch into tight, bulging globs.
The bra was squeezed tight just above her nipples and they stretched into red, sleek spots with tiny caps on each end. Henry pushed his thumbs into each straining nipple. As he caressed and massaged her tits into hot, wobbling handfuls of perspiring softness the bra worked upward and they fell completely into his grasp.
His testicles were totally immersed in her sloshing mouth and her still whipping tongue reached from her lips and made short, stabbing licks at the base of his erect, hot pecker. Henry pressed into her tits forcefully until she moaned and sucked hard at his balls.
He tumbled forward and with his teeth ripped at her black underwear. He grabbed at the side seam with his front, sharp teeth and ripped violently at it. They tore, and with each ripping bite gave way that much more. Henry delighted in this game of eating the pants right off her gyrating cunt.
With a last tug they tore through and fell off one leg. Like a cow at salt he lapped his lips, his teeth, and his tongue back and forth across the exposed leg until she groaned loudly for his mouth on her cunt.
He trailed his wet tongue inside her thighs, which opened fully to allow him full, free access.
Her hips lifted and twisted as he kissed and licked closer and closer to the red, dripping cuntlips. Her body was one reeling, humping mass of screaming flesh below his, as he bit and chewed into the slick, drooling skins.
She bolted high, hard, and wrapped her legs around his head as his tongue channeled far into her squirming cunt. Henry sucked her juices, licked her walls, bit her lips and pressed his nose against her flexing asshole. She now was spreading his buns with her hands and trying to eat out the insides of his anus.
He lay full forward and buried his face in her throbbing cunt. She pulled at his legs until he lifted enough for her to squeeze under and brush her lips the length of his mighty pole. At the end she opened wide and plunged onto the strong rod sinking it deep, far, to the back of her throat. Then she paused before making the ultimate effort to dig the cock into her sucking, gag-resisting throat. Her nose dug into his pubic hair.
As she pulled back she lightly scraped her teeth along his cock. Again she drove the cock in, and further in. Her neck bulged as his broad cockhead filled her throat beyond belief. She pushed at him until he rolled to his back and released her pussy from his sucking lips.
She kneeled beside him and pounded her mouth hard over his high-reaching pecker, again far into her throat. Then she made a deep, internal hum and twisted back and forth on her full meal. She withdrew and fell again, and again, and again.
Faster, deeper, quicker, she sucked his scorching-hot pecker into the slime of her throat. She pounded hard, wildly, like a ravenous animal on the spike. Henry watched incredulously as she appeared to be punishing herself with each choking pounce.
Her tits whipped violently in every direction, her ass spiked high in the air, her body dripped perspiration as she continued her ritual. Henry reached to her back and tried to encourage her to stop but she pushed the hand away and took a more violent stab downward.
He lay back and waited for his cock to boil. With each sucking stroke he could feel himself coming closer, closer. In seconds he was feeling his testicles roll, his groin signal the coming train. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the build, the flow, the sensation.
It hit as she went down. Far in her throat, deep inside her sucking neck, his cock blazed and detonated. Sperm, thick, creamy come pumped from the tiny hole at the tip of his cock-head to coat, cover, soak her larynx and esophagus. She held her nose to his testicles, her chin in his pubic hair.
Henry's hips jolted up, twisted and pounded into her head. She held tight as the hose drained down her throat. Her spiked ass wiggled and cunt-lips oozed liquids as the sperm trickled in side her. She was in ecstasy, swirling, twisting on his digging pecker.
She pulled off slowly, with tight lips, sucking every last trace of the jism out of its delivery system. Her eyes sparkled joyously; her deep breaths were of pleasure. Henry watched as she lifted from his rod and kissed it lovingly on the head.
He rolled to the side and kneeled behind her. The dripping cunt sticking out of her jutting backside was too much temptation. As her head settled on his mattress to rest he stuck his cock directly inside her open lips. He went deep, far, fast. She hardly responded.
With several deep sounds into her slick, fully lubricated hole he felt a tightening. A quick gripping and release. A trace of a building cunt-wall spasm of climax. She was close, or it was just after her orgasm. He couldn't tell. But he kept pumping.
As he sent himself rapidly inside she lifted her head. With a rasping, melodic voice he had never heard before, she said, "Henry. Henry. You're so good! I love your cock! I love you! Anytime you want me, I'm yours! Just rape me if I say no! I love your cock!"
He crammed himself harder, deeper and she began to buck against his assault. "Yes! That's it! I love what you make me do!" she screamed.
"Oooooooooh yes!" she yelled loudly.
Her cunt grabbed his cock like it was in a tight fist. The fingers of her pussy walls trembled on his meat as Henry steered her into a climax. Her white buns flashed into a blur of speed as they whipped into a frenzy over his solidly placed cock.
Henry lay on the bed and watched as she dressed, retouched her make-up, combed her hair. She looked into the mirror and occasionally her eyes met his, then darted away. She was a beautiful woman, but bothered. Finally she put her make-up into her purse, closed it and turned around.
Her youthful eyes glared into his for several long seconds. "Can I have the negative?" she asked.
Henry got up and went to his dresser. As he handed it to her he said, "I didn't think you meant it."
She paused. "Yes I did. But I can't forget the business at hand. You and your fucking blackmail."
"If you meant what you said I'll let you have all the negatives right now," offered Henry.
Her stare continued. "You know, you're really messed up, Henry. A real mess. I don't know what it is about you that I like, other than your cock. I don't know."
"Do you want the negatives?"
"I've paid my debt. I fucked you like you'll never get fucked again. I sucked your cock and your asshole so well that you'll never feel so good again. Plus, I let you dominate the woman who dominates everyone else. I've paid for my negatives."
"Do you want the others?" he asked again. "No. Let the girls pay their price for them. I don't want to owe you anything. If I ever again want your prick in me I'll have it on my terms. My way. With you sucking shit and groveling." She picked up her envelope and negative.
"Any way you want it," he said. "I'll take the sisters tomorrow night."
She opened the door and smiled. "They'll be ready. Have your fun while you can."
Henry listened as she went down the stairs and closed the front door behind her. He sat down and wondered just what it was she had in mind. Her way? How could she force him to her terms? But, she loves his cock, she loves the things he does to her, and she'll be as ready as Brenda next time.
CHAPTER TEN
As Henry ate breakfast the next morning, he heard Jerry speak from behind him. "I know who she is. I've seen her around. She's the president of that sorority, isn't she?"
Henry put down his spoon and watched as Jerry worked his fat stomach between a chair and the table. "So what?"
"So what? You ask me that? You fucked the president, the top of the heap, the most important one, and you ask me so what?"
"Yeah." Henry filled his mouth with cereal.
"It means you can fix me up with one of those choice girls, that's what it means. After all, she's the president, she should have some authority...."
"Are you still pushing for free pussy?" asked Henry.
"I'm not proud. I'll even take their ugliest one. There has to be one over there that they'd like to get out of the house on a Saturday night." He leaned forward and grabbed three pieces of toast and the butter.
As Jerry slopped butter on his toast, Henry answered. "Just because the president visited me doesn't mean she's about to prostitute her sorority to everyone who has a hard-on."
"Prostitute? Hell, I won't pay. I want free ass."
"Be happy with Brenda," replied Henry.
"Listen, don't get me wrong. Brenda's a fine screw and I appreciate your sharing her with me. But I can't take her out anywhere, I can't show her off, she's married. I want a nice, well-built, wealthy sorority girl as a steady."
"I'm not stopping you."
Jerry stopped his pushing. He lay his toast down and changed his tone. "Yeah, I know. You can't take care of me every time I get an erection. Shit, I just wish those fraternities had given me a second chance. Then things would be different."
"Keep trying. You gave up too easy. Try some others."
"I could, but I had my heart set on one of the big ones. They get the best girls, have the most fun."
Henry stood up. "Well, I'm off to class....Say, I just remembered something."
Jerry looked up. "Yeah?"
"A little bet we made. Five dollars if I ... and I did. I'll bet if that was paid up you'd have a much easier time getting me to help you out."
Jerry grinned. "You want me to destroy our wonderful friendship by offering money? How crude."
When Henry returned from class he found a ten penny nail driven into his door. Hanging over the nail was a drooping prophylactic. The nail was hammered through a five dollar bill. He removed the nail and money and stretched the rubber over Jerry's doorknob.
That afternoon as he studied furiously, Jerry came running into the room. "Hey, Henry, guess who's downstairs?"
"I don't care, I'm studying," he answered.
"But it's Brenda. She dropped by, she wants to see us!"
Henry's head lowered. "Oh, shit....Look, Jerry, I've got a lot of assignments to catch up on, I can't. Besides, I have a date tonight, and I don't want to get tired."
"Another date?"
"Yeah, a double-date."
"Well, I'll take her alone. I don't mind. But the least you can do is come downstairs and say hello."
Henry stood. "I guess so. I wouldn't want to be impolite."
When they entered the living room Brenda jumped up quickly and started talking. "Oh, I'm so glad you're both here. I have to tell you something, something important."
"What is it, Brenda?" asked Henry.
"My husband. He knows."
Jerry coughed; Henry stepped back. "He does?" Henry gasped.
"Yes. Somebody saw us together. It must have been at the picnic table the other day. Then they heard about the scene in the garden. My husband is furious."
"'Well, why the devil did you come here? He might have someone following you!" Henry yelped.
"Oh." Her silly grin came back. "I didn't think of that. I guess I shouldn't have."
Jerry said, "Yeah, suppose he's trailing you right now?"
That's when the car pulled up in front of the boarding house. It parked and the engine went off. Henry, Jerry and Brenda all ducked low to the floor and crawled to the window sill.
Brenda's "Oh, my God," was all they needed to know who was outside.
"Get her out of here," Henry called to Jerry.
"Me? You do it!" Jerry screeched back.
"No. You. I'll stall him at the door. You and Brenda slip out the back."
Jerry thought for a minute. "Your life will be in danger. I should stay with you."
"No, go ahead. He looks like he's waiting for something. He might not even come in." Henry peeked over the sill.
Brenda's face brightened. "I bet I know. He came here to wait for me to show up ... or leave. He's too scared to come in and see if I'm here."
"Do you think so?" Jerry asked.
"Sure. I left class early and came right over. He doesn't expect me to get out for another five minutes. He's watching for me to come down the sidewalk."
"That's good. It gives us time," said Henry. Brenda squirmed. "All the time we need. Let's go up to your room and push the bed next to the window. That way we can watch him while we....
Henry interrupted. "No! Jerry get her out of here!"
"Okay. Okay. Come on up to my room, Brenda," said Jerry.
"Jerry! There isn't time for that!" yelled Henry. "I'm just going to get her a disguise. A coat and hat to make her look like a man."
Henry sank to the floor. "Oh, shit," he moaned. Jerry and Brenda crawled across the floor and up the stairs as he crumpled into a ball of desperate agony. He knew what was going to happen. First, he heard Brenda exclaim loudly. "What's that?"
They were at the doorknob. Jerry's answer was, "Come on in, I'll show you."
The door closed and Henry heard Jerry's bed slide across the floor. Soon the squeaks and humps of his old bed echoed down the stairs to fill his ears with frustrated panic. He took another quick look out the window. The car was still there, a lone, shadowed figure hunched inside.
Henry crawled up the stairs and into his own room. He went back to his books and tried to study. It was impossible. He couldn't concentrate. Finally he slammed his books shut and stomped from his room to Jerry's. The door was unlocked and he pushed it open.
Jerry's large, hairy rump lifted into the air and fell with regularity as Brenda squirmed underneath his volume of fat. Her legs kicked energetically to each side. With determination Henry walked over and put his hand on Jerry's humping backside.
"Ahhhhhhh! I didn't know she was married! Honest!" he screamed. His arms covered his head and he tried to bury himself between her comforting breasts.
"Jerry, for God's sake will you get her out of here! He just got out of the car!"
Jerry sat up. Brenda kept swimming her crotch into his thick cock. Her eyes were shut; she was oblivious to the interruption. "Holy cow, Henry you scared the hell out of me! I thought it was him! You say he's coming?"
Jerry moved toward the window but Henry stopped him. "No, don't look out. He's been watching this window. Shit, you can hear your bed all the way down on the street!"
Jerry pulled his round body away from Brenda and said, "Okay, I'll get her away. You stall him."
Jerry pulled her up by the arm and threw her clothes in her lap. "Quick! Get dressed! We've got to get out of here!"
She slowly pulled her underpants on. "I don't care. We were just getting good and hot."
"I don't understand her," whispered Jerry to Henry.
Henry pulled him to one side and whispered, "Can't you see she wants to get caught. I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one that squealed to him."
"You think so?" asked Jerry.
"I don't know, but it's curious. Just get her out of here."
"Right." Jerry pulled a long overcoat from his closet and handed it to her. "Here, put this on."
"What? But it's warm outside. I'll roast in that thing!" she answered.
"Don't give me any shit! Put it on!" ordered Jerry. His face was beaded with sweat, his ears red, his face serious. Henry had never seen him like this before.
As the two crept out the back door and climbed the fence into the next yard Henry watched. Jerry was a different man. He took Brenda firmly in hand and escorted her quickly, efficiently and with determination. It was a wonderful sight to Henry's eyes.
Next he took a look out the front window. The figure still sat huddled in the car. Then Henry went back to his books. It was quiet, still. He opened the necessary notebooks and tried to concentrate. Within a few minutes he knew he would get nothing done today.
His mind was bothered. He had played a dirty trick on his friend. They had a fun-loving, prank pulling relationship, but something as serious as interrupting a man while he fucked was unfair. He stared into his book until he thought of a way to repay his faithful, good-natured friend. He would take care of it tonight.
The evening came slow. It was well past seven o'clock when he saw Jerry strolling along the sidewalk and up the front porch stairs. The car was gone. Jerry came sauntering inside and went directly to Henry's room.
"What happened? Was he mad?" he asked.
"He didn't come in," said Henry. "He just stretched his legs, looked around and drove off. Sorry."
"No sweat," replied Jerry. 'We finished off anyway."
"You did?"
"Yeah, in the greatest place. The record listening room at the student union. All you do is check out a record and a small room. Close the door behind you and you have instant privacy. Man, fucking to classical music is a gas!"
Henry laughed. He felt better. "Where there's a will there's a way!"
"Where there's Brenda there's a cock. You know, almost every guy we passed said hello to her. She's been around."
Henry patted Jerry on the back. "She's a friendly girl, that's why."
"Yeah, I been getting my kicks from the most fucked girl on campus. You really think she wanted to be caught by her husband?" Jerry asked.
"It's possible. I've heard of women like that before. They want to hurt him, let him know they can still get a man."
"Boy, that's crazy. Real crazy. Well, I'll see you later. Say, you having your date up here?" Jerry's eyes widened with hope.
"Sorry, I'm going there."
His eyes lost their luster. "Hell, that's too bad, I sure like watching those beautiful bodies thrash themselves silly under your ugly cock."
"And I'll miss the comforting sound of crunching potato chips and gurgling soda."
Henry watched out his window that evening until the blue light went out in the third story window across the street. That was his signal. He dashed down the stairs and across the dark street to the side of the sorority where the fire escape ladder hung down.
He pulled himself up and followed his former path along the iron walkway until approaching the partially open window. Before knocking or going in he kneeled outside and peeked inside. Through a crack in the draperies he could see the two striking blonde heads of the sisters.
They sat on the bed staring at his photograph of them, silent. Finally one of the girls lay back and slammed her fists onto the mattress. Her full lips pouted as she furrowed her forehead in anger. The other girl simply stared at the picture and smiled, a blissful, appreciative smile.
Must be a photography buff too, thought Henry.
The pouting sister sat up. "We can't let him do this to us, Sue!"
The other girl turned. "But Lou, Gloria said we have to!"
"The hell with her! We have our rights! Just because this guy takes a picture of us doesn't mean we have to screw him!"
"Oh, Lou, just relax. He might not even show up.
Lou fell back on the bed and resumed her pouting. After a few seconds Sue spoke, "Did you take a good look at this picture? It's real good. You can see everything, your tongue, my pussy, everything."
Lou rolled her firm, young body over and said, "Oh, dry up!"
Sue slapped her high rising, lofty buns and giggled. "Come on, Lou, relax. As a matter-of-fact, I'm looking forward to getting laid. I'm horny."
Lou reached into her purse and pulled out the plastic vibrator. She threw it to Sue. "Here, stick this up your wet cunt. It might wise you up."
Henry tapped on the window. Lou jumped up, her face a study of fear. Sue smiled and stood, straightened her short skirt and pushed her hair to one side. As he pushed the window open Henry was greeted by Lou.
"Well, well, it's Mr. Creep himself. The pervert from the shadows. Seen any good peeks lately?" she said.
Henry ignored her dry, taunting voice and closed the window behind him. "Hello, I'm Henry," he said.
Sue walked forward and stuck out her hand, "My name is Sue, this is my sister, Lou."
"Sue, it's a pleasure." He turned to Lou, "Lou, I'm happy to...."
"Oh shove it...." she replied.
Henry allowed an eyebrow to arch but said nothing. Sue noticed she had the vibrator still in her hand. She blushed and set it on the dresser. He noticed as he removed his coat that Sue was staring at his crotch; she must have been talking with Gloria or Janice, he figured.
Lou sat despondent and cold on the edge of the bed. As Henry sat down next to her she stood and moved across the room. "Don't expect to touch me," she hissed.
Henry smiled at her. "I hear you're real sisters, not just sorority sisters."
"That's right. That's why we look alike, stupid," Lou answered.
"I'm the youngest, she's one year older than me," said Sue pleasantly.
"You do look a lot alike, but you sure act differently. Sue, you're so nice, Lou, you're a real bitch," Henry said.
Sue blushed and lowered her eyes; Lou stiffened, turned red in the face and glared at him. She finally spoke, "Listen here, you bastard, I need your crap like I need the flu! Why don't you leave us alone-go home and jack off!"
Henry picked up the vibrator and held it gently before him. "Can I borrow your vibrator?"
"You probably need it. I doubt if you have a cock," she growled.
Henry stood. His voice was firm. "Okay, Lou, you know why I'm here. Get on your knees."
"Eat shit, you ape! I'm not letting you touch me!" she answered.
"How would you like me to print ten more of these pictures and mail them to each fraternity on campus?"
"You haven't got the nerve."
He shrugged. "It's up to you. But I'd hate to see what your loving sorority sisters have to say when I include shots of them too. All because of you."
She stood silent. Her fists were clenched, her mouth tight.
"Now get on your knees!" Henry ordered.
Slowly, painfully, her composure broke. The firm, determined shoulders sank, her tight knees buckled, and she went down. About six feet across the room she kneeled before him. Her head lowered humbly. Henry waited a few long moments before continuing with a calm assured voice.
"You said you doubt if I have a cock....That makes me angry. Now, since you're on your knees, I'd like to hear you ask me to prove I have one. Ask nice, real nice."
She said nothing.
"Lou, I'm getting impatient with your phony self-righteousness. You have one last chance. Ask." Henry waited.
Almost inaudibly she whispered, "Do you have one?"
"That's the nicest you've sounded all evening. But I couldn't hear you. Ask again, and this time mean it."
Sue's eyes were round with wonder as she watched her sister grovel on her knees. She sat on the bed transfixed. Lou finally said, "Do you have a cock, Henry?"
"I don't know," he answered. "Maybe you better see if you can find it for me."
She looked up. Her eyes were wet; she knew it would lead to this. With resignation she started to get up.
"No," ordered Henry. "Don't get up. Crawl over to me. On your hands and knees. Then find my pecker."
She went back down. Inhaled. Her hands led her feet as she crawled like a dog across the floor to the standing Henry. When she reached him she held still, very still. He didn't move, didn't say a word, waited until she did what she was told.
Her hand lifted cautiously upward until it touched his pants leg. The fingers climbed inch by inch up his seam until touching the soft, but growing, lump in his crotch. She reached higher until she found his zipper. Her hand stopped for a hesitating moment.
"You know how to work it, Lou, just pull down. Go easy though, don't rip my pants," he whispered.
The room was absolutely silent save for the grinding sound of the metal zipper track as it came undone. His fly opened and the white of his undershorts bulging fully could be seen. Again her hand hesitated, held still with two fingers holding his zipper tag.
"Did you find it yet?" he asked.
The hand moved into the opening and brushed against his stiff, bent rod. Then she pushed at the shorts until they opened and the red flesh of his cock was visible. All this time she kept her head down, her eyes averted. His cock didn't drop out, it was hung up in the material.
"You're going to have to pull it out, Lou. That's because it's a large cock, not the kind that just pops out."
He looked at Sue. Her eyes were glued to his cock and her sister's hand. He could see she appreciated the size, the stiffness, the beauty of his rod. Lou's hand pulled at his hot meat until it twisted and the head lunged free. The rest of his long pecker followed.
It hung like a long snake over her head with a graceful, arching curve of pounding, red flesh. Her hand began to slide away. It moved lower and lower, her head still averted.
"Have you found it yet, Lou? Have you found my cock?"
She nodded slowly.
"Show me where it is, touch it."
Her hand came back. She placed her fingers on the high stabbing pecker.
"Squeeze it! Wrap your fingers around it and squeeze it like you're dying to do!"
She did. Her hand wrapped tightly around his cock base and hugged it solidly. She still made no movements on her own. She kneeled in prayer below the stiff, fully sprung cock and his hanging sack of testicles. She kept her hand around the shaft.
"Now suck it, Lou. Open your mouth, lift your head, stick out your tongue and suck my cock into your hot, wet mouth."
She was motionless.
"Lou, every second you hesitate makes me more angry. The longer you wait the longer I'll have to think of things to do to you. Unpleasant things, for you."
Her head went back, her face lifted to him. Then her eyes opened, stared first into his above her, then focused on the cock pounding in her hand. She pulled it lower and opened her smooth, curving lips. A drip of saliva dotted her tongue as it slid out of the mouth over white, straight teeth and pink gums.
She pulled his cock to her mouth and tried to move it inside without it touching her lips. It was impossible. The bottom of his pecker-head caressed her tongue, the edges of his shovel-headed cock pushed her lips to each side, as it disappeared into the moistness, the warmth, the slickness.
Unceremoniously Henry placed his hand behind her head and pushed. She lunged forward and received a full mouth and throat of pounding, meaty cock. She pulled away quickly, but he pushed her back on. This time she let the pole slowly, pleasantly, slide from her squeezing lips.
"That's the girl, Lou. By George, I think she's got it! Now suck on it, Lou, suck it hard and fast! You've got a lot of points to make up."
Poor Sue sat forlornly on the bed alone. She looked lost, rejected. As Henry looked at her she brightened, smiled, appeared ready, eager. He winked, and she blushed. Her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, her legs crossed, a large field of white, shining-healthy flesh showing along her thigh to the solid platform of her ass.
"Sue? Would you do me a favor?" he asked.
She nodded, as Lou kept sucking. "Come over here and take your sister's clothes off. She's busy right now and I don't want to bother her."
Sue's head bounced with agreeability as she knelt behind her sister and unbuttoned her blouse. It came away easily, then the bra. Lou's artistically moulded breasts held a high, solid position on her chest; as the harness left they barely lowered under their own weight.
Her crimson nipples were hard, pointed, a sign of arousal. Her flat belly went in and out with each suck of her now enthusiastic lips. She removed her sister's skirt and shorts to expose two round, proud buns and a high riding, deep crack.
As she lifted on to one knee so the garments could be slipped away, Henry caught a quick glimpse of her blonde, full patch of pussy hair. She was built with sleek, curving lines, those of a corn-fed girl from the Midwest. She was ripe, tender and in need of harvesting.
Her sucking mouth never left his cock during the whole undressing. Sue sat back on her haunches and like a child looked up to Henry for further instructions. He smiled down at her, he liked her-she was willing to please, starving for cock.
"Now take yours off," he said.
She stood up and without hesitation undid her blouse. Her tits rose from her bra as she removed it, and they were every bit as firm, as lofty as her sister's. Henry watched as she shyly turned her back to him and removed her skirt. The full humps of her backside stretched her thin panties into almost nothingness.
She bent again to remove the panties. As they slid along the valleys and twists of her lithe legs, he watched the red lips of her pussy squeeze from between the softness of her thighs. They were hungry, tight cunt-lips.
She stood and turned to face him. She was built like no sculpture could duplicate. Her anatomy hung more solidly than marble, her features were too refined, too delicate to copy with a chisel. She put her hands behind her back and waited.
"Now, Sue, go get the vibrator and bring it here."
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she dashed to the dresser, buns flopping, tits swaying, hair flowing, and returned with the plastic rod. She stood in front of him and turned it on. With a mischievous grin on her mouth she lowered it to her inner thigh.
"No, Sue. Not there. Not yet. We'll take care of you like you've never been taken care of, but later. Right now I want you to put it in your sister. Way in."
She looked down at her kneeling sister. Lou sucked lustily at the long, digging pecker. She took deep, slow drags, savoring each tasty inch. Sue kneeled behind her and wedged the vibrator between her thighs.
Lou started to move, but Henry put his hand on top of her head, and she stopped. Sue maneuvered the plastic point of the joy stick into the depths of the thighs and up until it met Lou's cunt-lips. That's when she turned it on. Henry swore he could feel the vibrations along his pecker.
Sue kneeled very low, so that her face was almost under Lou's behind. She looked up like an auto mechanic under a car while she pressed the vibrating plastic tube into her sister's cunt. The wet, hot cunt-lips parted with ease and the battery-filled machine hummed inside.
Lou made a deep moan and sloshed Henry's cock fiercely with her tongue as the pink pecker moved further and further inside her fluttering box. Her hands ripped at his ass as she forced more of his cock down her throat. Her hips rocked back and forth as her sister jabbed the cock inside her, and her head bounced up and down as she gorged herself on the other end.
Henry's knees began to tremble, his palms sweated and he felt warm. Slowly he lowered to the floor. Lou's mouth didn't leave his throbbing cock and the vibrator held firm in her cunt. Finally they were on their sides, Lou sucking his cock, Sue working the machine.
He pulled at Sue's bare ankle while staring up at her jutting behind. She looked back and understood. She crawled backward on her knees, directing the sweet, dripping lips of her cunt closer and closer to his drooling mouth. She lay on her side and lifted her top leg high.
He could smell the odor of her boiling cunt as he laid his cheek on her inner thigh. Like a ravaging savage he lashed his tongue into the glimmering, earth-red slit. His lips pressed hard against the pulpy fat surrounding the hole, his teeth bit at the hair.
He made several long drives into the tangy, gripping crevice with his tongue. Sue's buns began to undulate and pound onto his forehead almost immediately. Lou was incapable of anything save sucking and trembling internally. Her moans grew louder, her quick gasps for air more frequent.
Sue's eyes closed as she felt Henry's tongue lap with internal digs across her clitoris. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the inside of her sister's open thighs. She liked the warm, soft feeling of her sister's skin, the smooth, creamy texture next to her cheek.
Then Sue decided to make the circle complete. She knew that removing the vibrator would only anger her sister, so she pressed her mouth up to and around the pink end. It slid a short way inside, but she stopped it with her tongue. Then with tremendous determination and agility she slipped the tongue out of her mouth and along the plastic cock.
With small jabs she worked her seething tongue between the machine and her sister's cunt-lips. Bit by bit she managed to slide deeper and deeper. She eventually relaxed and held in place while Henry's tongue lifted her to higher and higher passion.
Lou was the first to climax. She smashed her lips deep into Henry's pubic hair and sunk his cock further than she thought was possible. Her body wrenched and twisted as her pussy made quick-gripping, releasing, spasms on the generator. Sue felt them with her tongue and began licking and sucking the lava flow of hot juices as they spilled free.
As she sucked and lapped at the flowing box Sue felt herself about to release. Her stomach trembled, her breasts grew into tingling masses, she gasped and it hit. Her pussy convulsed on Henry's fully encased tongue. With several jerks and a wide spreading of her legs he tasted the first drops of her secretion.
But more came, and came. Like a Roman fountain her little hole streamed with lubricating moisture. The slick juices ran into his mouth, filled his lips, puddled on his tongue, as he gulped the precious delicacy down his burning throat.
Sue rolled onto her back and groaned like a scolded child as her hips lifted Henry's head up and down. The false pecker slipped with ease from Lou's relaxing cunt. She held the base of Henry's cock in one hand and twirled her head from side to side with a tight-lipped grip on the cock-head.
But Henry wasn't about to come. He lifted his juice-smeared face from Sue's matted crotch and wiped his lips. From this angle her large breasts looked mountainous, her pumping hips and trembling stomach danced below him. He put a hand on Lou's shoulder and gently urged her from his soaked pecker.
She looked up at him with disappointed eyes. She had wanted him to climax, to fill her drawing lips with his cream, to pump sperm down her open throat. He winked and gave her shoulder an encouraging squeeze. The three sat up and looked at each other.
"Okay, on the bed," Henry instructed.
The girls stood. Lou lowered her hand and helped him to his feet. "I'm sorry," she muttered.
He looked into the face of the now-humbled girl and smiled. "It's not your fault. You were doing just fine. It's just that I have something special in mind. Now, lie on the bed, on your back."
Lou lay down across the bed. She stretched her languid, limber limbs and looked at him. He took her by the ankles and pulled until her ass was at the mattress edge. Then he laid two pillows on the floor between her feet. He took Sue's hand; she looked at him puzzled.
"Okay, Sue, lie on top of her. Face down."
"Huh?" she asked.
"Just do as he says," said Lou. "He knows what he's doing."
"Well, sure. I'll try anything." She straddled her sister and lay atop her. "Like this?"
"Yes, that's it," said Henry. He watched as the two pair of full breasts touched at the nipples and squashed together. The two flat stomachs rested against each other and their hips piled up, one towards the floor, the other towards the ceiling. Both incredibly close.
Henry looked at the cunts less than two inches apart. The pubic hair of each girl merged with that of the other. Two red slits, open and waiting, open and wet, open and red for his cock. He kneeled on the pillows and for the fun of it slid his forefinger into Lou's cunt and his thumb into Sue's upside down pussy.
He looked to the side and saw that they were kissing, a deep, passionate kiss. Their mouths were open and the lumps of their washing tongues could be seen through their cheeks. He smiled and removed his hand. His long, hard pole of muscle lifted into the double-decker delight.
He sent it first inside Lou's hole. Far, deep, with a quick, unhesitating lunge. Her hips lifted, he heard a moan and watched as Sue's rump rode high into the air. He pulled out, and as the rump came down met Sue's cunt with his cock-head.
He did it again, the same way. Fast and deep. She was tighter than her sister, and her cunt-walls strained and gripped against the intrusion. Another moan, mixed with pain, and a twisting squirm of the upper hips. Henry pressed down on Sue's hips, pinning the two cunts into a fixed position.
He pulled out of Sue's and went into Lou's. Again, again. After a minute he had the coordination to swiftly jam from one to the other with unbroken rhythm. The sisters had their arms wrapped around each other and gamely rocked with each push of his pulsating cock.
They loved it. Sue's head fell beside her sister's and Lou called out to him through gritted teeth, "Henry! I don't believe it! You are the wildest fucking thing I've ever met in my life!"
Sue's head lifted, "Don't ever stop! Please! Do it all night!"
Henry loved it. He pounded into the double-decker and with each stroke watched Sue's buns roll, their tits smash tight together and bulge out at the sides, Lou's legs lift and kick, their blonde heads of hair merged into one yellow, flowing mass.
They whispered, then at the same time each started whipping her hips back and forth in short, blurring-fast motions. The strong walls of their cunts brushed his pecker-head with full, heat building friction. Their oozing juices flowed together and dripped to the floor.
He withdrew his long, coated cock completely and placed it above Lou's cunt, into her pubic hair. The crack of Sue's ass flexed as he forced his pecker between the cunts, into the coarse, gripping hairs. It served a purpose, for as he pulled himself out his cock was almost dry, and it stung from the ripping, pulling hair, redder, hotter.
He lowered the head and dug into the lower box, pulled out and burrowed into the upper. Each had ebbed in its wet flow, each felt tighter, hotter. Soon the build-up in his loins made him shudder, made his asshole quiver, his balls shift.
The two sisters touched tongue tips and came together at the mouth for a last sucking kiss as his bone of fire blew blazing rivets of sperm. Lou's cunt got the first delivery, Sue's the second. He pumped vengefully from one cunt to the other with jism streaming, splashing, spilling and sticking between them.
His heart pounded, his head swirled. His mouth was dry and his back ached as he fell limply forward over the soft cushion of Sue's ass. He rested his face in the small of her back and felt his heart pound violently inside his gasping chest.
His eyes started to close, but suddenly opened back up. An idea, a crazy, ridiculous idea had entered his mind. It was his only opportunity, perhaps his once in a lifetime chance. He let his limp body slide backwards, across the sweat-slick rump and onto the floor.
His chin channeled down the crevice of Sue's buns until his lips, his nose, his whole face was smothered with wet, hot, come-covered cunt. He licked. Then licked again. His mouth at first didn't know what to do with the sexual residue, but his tongue did. It went down his throat.
Juices, lubrication, sperm, sweat were all licked away by his sucking, kissing mouth. Then he could no longer lift his still spinning head, his shoulders were weak, and he slipped lower, lower onto the floor. Snuggling his head between Lou's feet he drifted off to sleep.
Their bodies made an almost ripping sound as the two sisters parted. Sue rolled to the side and they both sat up and looked down at their collapsed hero. Quietly, so as not to wake him, they lifted him by the shoulders and laid his limp body on the bed.
Like two protecting angels, or two guarding gold miners they each lay beside him. His cock bent wrinkled across his field of brown hair, pink, beaten. Their pussies sat worn out between their silken thighs, under their patches of blonde, shining hair.
Each girl, at the same time, turned her face to him and kissed his cheek tenderly, lovingly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was dawn, and the beginning of the morning made the still open window glow with half-light, half-dark. Henry opened one eye and with blurred vision and a confused mind eventually remembered where he was. He stretched, a long, slow, waking-up stretch.
He closed his eyes again and sighed. He felt good, like a million dollars. Pleasant, happy, aroused. Aroused? He opened his eyes and looked to each side. They weren't there. He looked down. The two blonde heads bobbed up and down, back and forth over his hips.
Henry's long, drool-soaked cock jutted skyward between the huddling heads, the licking tongues, the sucking lips. Lou and Sue were attacking his cock like a shared popsicle. Lou licked up, Sue licked down. Their tongues met at the center and stroked against each other.
Sue noticed Henry's open, startled eyes. "Oh, good morning, Henry."
She resumed her tongue lashing. "Uh ... Good morning," he muttered.
Lou spoke, "We knew it was time for you to get up. We couldn't think of a nicer way to wake you." She smiled and put her lips to his cockhead.
As she nibbled her way down to his balls Henry let out a resigned, happy laugh. His early morning hard-on was taut, pounding, very sensitive. A deep burning sensation made him realize that he had to go to the bathroom. He tried to shut back the pressure, but couldn't.
"Uh, girls, excuse me...."
The two smiling, lovely creatures looked up with tender, hungry eyes.
"Uh ... I, uh ... have to go to the bathroom. Do you mind if I excuse myself for a second?"
Lou grinned. "Sure, but hurry. The bathroom's right outside, first door on the left."
Henry stood. He was naked. He grabbed his pants and began to pull them on. "Oh, you won't need those," said Lou. "No one's up yet. You'll be okay."
So Henry made a bare-assed dash from the bedroom door to the right. He was half-way into a room with two girls buzzing away in deep sleep before he remembered that the bathroom was to the left. He closed the door and padded to the bathroom. It was an expansive, white tiled facility used to accommodate several girls at once.
He looked for a wall urinal, slapped his forehead when he realized that was ridiculous, and entered a stall. As his morning relief tinkled loudly in the bowl he heard the door open and the voices of two girls. His heart leapt, then took a sinking dive.
It wasn't Lou and Sue. They were new voices. One of the girls entered the next stall and sat. Henry peeked down and noticed her feet pointed toward the stall door, and his went the other way. Quickly he turned, then waited, hoping the second girl would enter another stall.
She didn't. As the thin stream of pee from the one girl echoed throughout the room he heard the sink water go on. He was sunk. He pushed his door open a crack and viewed his situation. Luckily the girl at the sink was starting to wash her hair.
She bent over the porcelain bowl, wet her hair and applied a liberal amount of shampoo. He heard the toilet paper being unraveled next door. Now was the time. The girl with her head in the sink added to his tension because she removed her bathrobe to keep from wetting it.
He stopped and watched as she dropped the garment to the side with blinded, closed, soap-covered eyes. She leaned back over the sink. She had a deep, dark suntan; her skin glowed with a healthy, bronze color. The stark contrast of her untanned buns made them look enormous, white, delectable.
As Henry reluctantly tiptoed past the jutting rump he couldn't resist a soft squeeze. They were solid, finely constructed buns, velvet to the touch with a firm foundation. The girl giggled and squirmed thinking her girlfriend was playing grab-ass.
"Oh! Come on, now! Don't, not while I'm washing my hair! You want me to get soap in my eyes?" she giggled.
Henry wondered what her reaction to an ass full of hard cock would be. Before he could speculate further the stall door opened and he was outside and down the hallway. Sue and Lou were on the bed, each with her head between the other's legs.
Sixty-nine. The sounds of sucking and lapping filled the room as he watched the two eat themselves happy. Lou, or was it Sue? lay on the bottom, the other on top. Each set of breasts globed fully into a set of upper-hips; the flat of each stomach met for a few inches at the center.
He stood beside the humping, sucking mound of sweet asses, tits, legs and cunts. By stretching his arms out and digging his fingers into the wet crotches he was able to tickle two assholes at the same time. His pecker lifted from a short snooze, stretched, grew, erected into a pillar of hot muscle.
He slid it between the pressing stomachs. It was a smooth, warm place to cuddle, and his cock responded with a spasmodic jerk of joy. He made wide, long swings of his hips and slid the cock into the mush of skin made by a pair of breasts and lower stomach. Then back to hit into the mush at the other side.
It was a tingling, erotic arousal that made his grating cock-head feel hotter with each movement. Perhaps it was the novelty, or the beautiful sight of the two cunt-sucking sisters, or the forbidden act of their incest that brought him around quickly. Whatever it was, it worked fast.
He had a slow, lazy ejaculation. Jism poured from his flared cock-head with long, tired pumps. His eyes closed and he inhaled as his hose drained the newly built load between the squeezing, humping torsos. He spread it from breasts to breasts with his far-reaching cock.
Then he withdrew his fatigued peter and wiped himself clean on the bedspread. The two girls were pitching and rolling with heightened passion as the smell of sperm entered their nostrils, as their tongues lashed each other into frenzy. The slickness of his sperm made their torsos glisten with foam, made them slide easily.
It was their turn to climax. Hips lifted, heads buried, moans, gasps, cries, and wild, bucking jolts of each pair of hips made it obvious the two girls were very well practiced and timed for each other. Then they relaxed, and slid away from each other with a sticky, suction cup sound.
They sat on the bed, their legs hanging over the edge, and smiled at him. Trickles of sperm dotted their breasts, foamed on their flat bellies, made them glow. Henry dressed and felt their sadness as they realized he was about to leave them.
He finally turned. "I have to go now."
He thought Sue was going to cry. Lou spoke, "I'm sorry about being such a bitch last night."
"Forget it, Lou, we didn't know each other then," he answered.
"Is there anything we can do to thank you?" Sue asked.
Thank me? They want to thank me for forcing them to fuck me? he asked himself.
"Yes," chimed in Lou. "We want to show you we don't have any hard feelings."
Henry was shocked. He didn't know what to say. Then the picture of his round, fat buddy came into his fuzzy head. Before speaking he took the negative from his pocket and handed it to the girls.
"Here, this is your negative. You've earned it. Now, there is one favor I could ask."
Lou was quick to respond. "Anything."
Sue nodded agreeably and he said, "I have a friend, his name is Jerry. Jerry Westfall. He'd like to join a fraternity, but he's having trouble. I noticed you girls talking to a couple of top fraternity-type men in the cafeteria the other day."
"Oh, Burt and Lance. Yes, they're in the best fraternity on campus," said Sue.
"Do you think you can get them to ask Jerry to join?" he asked.
"Is he that fat guy who keeps staring at us when we go out the door?" asked Lou.
"That's him," said Henry.
She thought for a second. "It'll take a little doing, probably a liberal amount of sex, but don't worry. We can get them so horny they'll do anything for a quick lay."
"Sure, they think with their cocks, not their heads," added Sue.
"We'll get him in," finally stated Lou.
Henry smiled. "Great. I really appreciate it."
As he lifted one foot out of the window the girls stood and went to him. Each kissed him fondly on the lips as he stood on the fire escape. The drapes were back, and they looked like two dolls framed in the window sill. Sue's eyes were wet.
"Will you come and see us again?" Lou asked.
"If I can. I have some other things to take care of first, though."
"We understand," said Lou.
"Sure, just don't wear yourself out," said Sue.
"Look, there's the fat guy now," giggled Lou.
"Huh?" Henry turned and looked down to the second story window across the street. Standing in his pajamas, his mouth wide open, his hair tousled, was Jerry. He was staring with dumbfounded eyes at them.
The two girls waved and blew kisses at him; their full titties bounced and swayed. Henry gave each of the four nipples a last kiss and worked his way down the iron ladders. He touched ground, ran to the curb, looked right and left, then dashed home.
Jerry stood in his slippers at the top of the stairs, like an angry mother. He stared, unspeaking, unbelieving at Henry mounting the stairs. He stepped back as he walked by, stumbled, landed against the wall and blinked.
Henry patted his jutting stomach and winked before heading into his room.
"Two?" was all Jerry could say.
"I told you I had a double date." Henry closed the door behind him.
After washing, changing his clothes and combing his hair he grabbed his books and trotted down the stairs for class. Jerry sat in the living room, still in his pajamas, his elbows on the coffee table, his head in his hands. Henry tried to snap him out of it.
"Hey! You better get dressed, you'll be late for class!" he called.
"Two!"
The morning sun was bright as he jauntily covered the few blocks to class. He smiled at passing girls, skipped from curb to curb and threw his shoulders back. Then he saw the car. It slowly came to the curb and pulled up alongside.
Henry's first impulse was to cross the street, but he figured that would be an obvious sign of guilt.
A large, hunched over, massive brute sat behind the wheel and glared at him through seething eyes. It had to be Brenda's husband. Henry casually stared ahead and tried to walk by. As he got to the driver's door it swung open and the hunched up man stood.
He was big. Henry was above average height, but his eyes were level with the round, solid shoulder of this monster as he turned and blocked his way. Henry tried to go around him, but the man side-stepped. He tried the other direction, another side-step.
He finally stopped moving and made a boldfaced stare into the glowing, angry eyes. The man's forehead was low, with a Neanderthal slant, and his eyebrows looked like untrimmed hedges over the small, boiling eyes. His nose was a free-form mass of lumps and twists, his mouth a permanent scowl, but the chin was the ultimate.
It looked like the bow of an ice-breaking ship. It thrust forward behind a mass of bone so wide it rivaled a bulldog's. He hadn't shaved, and black-blue whiskers of a thick, coarse beard gave him a dark, more-menacing appearance. The jaw moved and he began to speak.
His voice was a rumble, an earthquake, as he said, "You Henry?"
Henry swallowed. His knees knocked, his elbows were numb, his feet kept signaling to his brain that they were ready to run. He nodded while the large animal in front of him cracked his knuckles. The cracking sounded like cannon shots; Henry winced with each explosion.
The goliath spoke. "I want to ask you one question. Just one. And I don't want any bullshit, understand?"
The drum roll of his voice echoed in Henry's ears as he nodded again.
"You been fucking with my wife? Brenda?"
The question was like a sledgehammer on top of his head. Henry couldn't even swallow this time. He felt weak, felt that his body was going to be cracked like the knuckles. His feet continued their scream for flight, but his knees were out of communication.
He nodded again and braced himself for the plummet of a massive fist, cracked knuckles and all. For some reason he expected it in the face, so he closed his eyes. His ears tried to sink flat against his head, his hair lifted like that of a frightened cat.
But no pound came. Nothing. Henry figured the giant was waiting for him to open his eyes, wanting him to see the cement fist as it collided with his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, his flying teeth. Cautiously, tentatively, he peeked between two quivering eyelids.
Frankenstein stood in front of him, enormous, brutish. His broad, thick shoulders were slumped, his tree-trunk neck bent, the fists undone, his fingers twisted together trying to wrench juice from his palms. The superman didn't explode, instead his body wracked with a jerk and a big, sparkling, but very clear tear puddled into the sack below his eye.
His lower lip trembled, he sniffed, and looked into Henry's astounded face. "Shit....Dammit....That girl. She's gonna drive me crazy."
The overgrown savage's demeanor became pitiful, forlorn, as tears streamed down his pained face. Henry's impulse was to reach out and hug the overgrown hulk, to say he was sorry, to console him. He felt guilty, ashamed. He finally spoke.
"Listen, I'm sorry. Honest. I don't know what else I can say. I thought by now you'd have me smashed into a bloody pulp."
Hercules looked up. There was no anger, no revenge in his wet eyes. "What good would that do? She'd just find herself another guy. It's not your fault, you only did what any red-blooded man would do."
His shoulders wracked again; talking about it made his cheeks blubber, his breath catch. "Any red-blooded man? Hell, I think it's every red-blooded man."
"Why is she doing it?" Henry asked.
"I don't know. She just does it. I ask her not to. I plead with her to be a good, faithful wife. But she laughs at me and attacks the first guy she sees."
"There has to be a reason," Henry said. "Maybe she's unhappy."
The monolith wiped his eyes. "Unhappy? No. I treat her like a queen. Give her anything she wants, do anything she asks. Why, I don't know of any husband who does more for his wife. It's not that."
Henry thought very carefully before asking his next question. "How about in bed? Does she like you in bed?'"
His eyebrows raised at the sensitive question. At first Henry thought he had gone too far, but the eyebrows lowered. The big fellow shifted his feet.
"I treat her real good in bed too. I'm very gentle with her, polite, thoughtful. Ever since I was a kid people, my folks, friends, always told me to relax, go easy, be gentle. I guess they were scared of my size, afraid I might break something, or somebody. So I always go real easy."
"Why do you think she married you?" Henry asked.
The patient responded: "I don't know. I guess she loved me, or liked me. I don't know. Why?"
"One more question, an important one." Henry cleared his throat. "Did you ever have sex before getting married?"
The hedge-eyebrows burrowed together at the question. The unshaven face turned slightly pink. "No. I was always a gentleman," he answered.
"Okay," Henry stated. "Now I'll give you some advice. But remember, it's advice from someone on the street, I'm no authority, no doctor ... but, I do know Brenda."
"What?" asked King Kong.
"I bet she married you because of the way you look. Big, tough, rough. You look like a man that would crush a girl's hips into bone meal. The type of man that would treat her like a piece of dirt."
"I know I look like that. But I can't do anything about it. I try to act different-I do act different."
"That's the point. Have you ever asked yourself if maybe she doesn't want that? Maybe she wants you to act the way you look. That she's attracted to your animal, powerful appearance in hopes that you'll unleash in on her?"
"No, I never thought of that." His face was at full attention as the words rolled from Henry's mouth.
"And maybe she's acting the way she is to get you mad, make you blow up, force you to beat her, treat her like a slut and not a lady? Some women want that. Some will do anything to get the spankings they missed as children."
"You think so?"
"For what it's worth, I do. She's a good girl, she wants to be a good wife. Let her know you insist on it. Slap her ass black-and-blue unless she shapes up. She'll love it."
The big boy's face smiled. He was a rather pleasant looking fellow when he smiled. Henry was instantly attracted to his boyish, mindless grin. He thought that Brenda and he were made for each other.
Henry's hand was swamped with the husband's massive fingers as he pumped energetically on his arm. "Thanks, pal. I needed someone to talk to. You've set me straight. I'm going to lay the law down, real hard! Thanks again!"
He jumped into his car and sped off. Henry watched and sighed relief as the auto disappeared around the turn. He wiped his forehead, noticed his knees had become mobile and resumed his walk for class. With each step he felt better, felt he had perhaps accomplished something, saved a nice, young couple from breaking up. Or, a nice girl from getting too broken up. He grinned at the thought of that gorilla slapping his massive hand across Brenda's fine rump. She'd scream and yell, but love every painful second. It won't be long before a lot of horny, disappointed guys are following her around campus getting turned down.
As he rounded the comer of the science building Henry saw Sue and Lou, dressed in colorful, spring skirts and blouses. They were beautiful, a delightful sight. They were being escorted by the two clean-cut fraternity men he had seen in the cafeteria.
The four stood in a group talking. As Henry approached Lou saw him, smiled and winked, but said nothing. Sue saw him too, and when the boys were looking the other direction she puckered her lips and sent him a kiss. Henry lapped it in with his tongue.
He passed them in silence, like he didn't recognize them. They continued to talk with the boys, and he heard a passage about Jerry being overweight, but a real nice guy. His right hand reached out and squeezed a bun of each girl. They giggled until the boys asked what was so funny.
"Oh, nothing...." Henry heard as he made another turn.
Janice came running up to him. "Henry! How are you? I haven't seen you for days!"
Her bright, joyous face made his heart twist. She was a peach. The ripest, sweetest peach of them all. His cock stirred in his pants as he drank in the lovely texture of her smooth, clear complexion, her long, clean hair, her bright, eager eyes.
"Hello, Janice. I've been meaning to get hold of you. But ... you see, I've been real busy."
She grinned and chuckled. "Yeah, I know. All the girls in the sorority are talking about you. You've been real busy. But when will you have time for me again?"
"Soon. Believe me, real soon. Maybe we can go to the student union and listen to records, I hear that's a lot of fun."
"Sure. I'll go with you. But I can think of a lot more fun things to do," she said.
"Don't worry, Janice. You'll love it. I know you will," he said.
She pressed real close, her nubile breasts rubbing into his aim, "I have to run, I'll be late for class. Call me, okay?"
Henry's hand twisted, lifted and felt the hump of her pouting crotch. He squeezed the little egg of cunt and said, "I will."
She kissed his cheek and ran off. He watched her skirt flip and fly with the wind as her limber, lithe legs carried her away. His cock had stretched into a meaningful erection at her touch. He managed to stroll slowly toward his classroom.
Gloria sat outside the building on a bench. As he came closer she stood and waved. Henry walked to her, his eyes sweeping up and down the athletic, full-breasted body of the dark-haired president. She too was a ripe, ready fruit, not a peach, a plum. His mouth watered.
"Henry? Do you have a second?" she asked.
"Sure, Gloria, what is it?"
"I've set things up with the three girls for the last negative. How's tomorrow night?" Her voice was business-like, short.
"If I can get some rest that will be fine. Thank you, Gloria." He turned to go.
"One other thing...."
"Yes?" He turned back.
"Janice, Sue, Lou, some of the girls have been talking. The word has spread among the sisters. I want to get this finished and over with as quickly and quietly as possible, before something happens." She was serious.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like me getting impeached, for one. They're grumbling about the way I've handled this. Some of the sisters are pretty mad."
"Gloria, I had you by the balls ... or over a log, from the start. There was nothing else you could have done, except call the police or something. Then the whole sorority would have been scandalized."
"I know. I know very well. But try and tell them that. At times like these everybody thinks they could have done better. Anyway, all I ask is speed and discretion, all right?"
"Sure, Gloria, whatever you want. By the way, have you figured out a way to get your revenge yet?"
Gloria's mouth made a cynical smile. "I'm working on it."
Henry reached out and gave her breast a tender squeeze. "Well, here's something to give you a little more encouragement."
Her face turned red and he went into class.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Henry went right to bed when he finished classes. Within minutes he fell asleep, and slept until late that night. He got up and went down to the kitchen. Supper had already been served hours before. He made himself some instant coffee and found some bread for toast.
As he sat in his room eating and studying, Jerry came in. "What you doing up so late?" he asked Henry.
"Oh, hi Jerry, I'm trying to catch up on my studying."
Jerry sat on his bed. "I gave up on mine. No more studying for me. No sir."
Henry turned from his books. "Say, that's not good talk. You might flunk out."
"Nope. I won't. I'm quitting, joining the Marines."
"You can't be serious!"
"I am. Very serious. College has nothing for me. I go to class, come home, watch television, go to bed. You know what I do the next day? Same shit. I've had it." He meant it.
"So you're blaming college? It's the school's fault that you're bored? That's crooked thinking."
"No it isn't. I thought the whole thing out. Here I am, at the prime of my life, in a college overrun with hot cunts, watching TV all alone. At this time of my life I should be swinging, getting laid, having fun, spilling my sperm all over town, building memories for my old age."
"Things aren't that bad, Jerry."
"They're terrible. The only ass I can get is what you throw me. That's bad. I'm a waste. So I'm joining the Marines-they'll make a man out of me." He rolled onto his side and rested his head on one hand. "Say, you have any extra toast?"
"I hope you don't mind my discards, here," he threw him a piece of toast.
Jerry licked the butter from his fingers. "Listen, don't get the idea I don't appreciate what you've done for me. But, shit, I should be man enough to do it on my own, right?"
Henry nodded agreement. "Well, hang in there a few more days. Wait and see what turns up before you march off to war."
"Sorry, pal, but I made my mind up. For the first time in my life I got an idea and followed through. I already signed up. I leave next week." He crunched into the toast.
Henry spun around. "What? No!"
"Yes. Radio signal school, after basic training, of course. I'm not wasting any more time."
Henry couldn't believe his ears. Jerry. His old, fat buddy running through the dirt and mud at basic training, diving into ditches, screaming murder, even shooting a rifle, was too much to picture.
"You really did it?"
"Yep. I got the papers in my room to show you.
"I take your word for it. But I think you're absolutely nuts."
Jerry lay across the bed. He stretched. "I would think so too if I was getting free ass all over campus. Double dates. Shit, if I was in your shoes the last thing I'd do would be leave....But, I'm in my shoes, buddy, my lonely, horny shoes."
"Well, I wish you the best of luck. I hope everything works out."
"Hey! Don't sound like that! I don't go till next week. We've got some celebrating to do!"
Henry smiled. "Sure!"
"What you doing tomorrow night? We can go out hunting for loose tail."
Henry held his hand up. "Can't tomorrow night, I've got a date."
"That's too bad. Another double?"
Henry didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. "No, but we can raise hell the next night."
Jerry stood. "You're on!"
As he marched from the room, Henry shook his head in wonder at to what extremes a man can drive himself for pussy. Of course, he thought to himself, I've gone to some pretty far extremes myself. He went back to his books.
He fell asleep at his desk. In the morning he awoke with a start, shook his head and washed. As he sat on his bed and slipped his shoes on he fell backwards and drifted into dreamland. He slept soundly, deeply, for several more hours.
That afternoon he was well-rested, energetic, roaring to go. He attacked his studies and almost caught up on the assignments. As he sat in the dining room eating dinner with Jerry and several other residents of the house, he listened to the talk.
"The Marine Corps?"' screeched one student. "You're crazy!"
"A leatherneck? Old Jerry in uniform. That's something I'd like to see!" jeered another.
"Do they make uniforms that big?" a third quipped.
"Fuck you guys!" replied Jerry. "Waste your lives on a lot of crap! Become cogs in the establishment wheel! I'm taking off while I can."
"Man, they're gonna starve you down to a hundred-eighty pounds," said the first student.
"At least I'll have that to show for my efforts," Jerry answered.
Henry went back to his room and prepared for the evening's activities. He showered, shaved, put on cologne and dressed. He went back to his books and every fifteen minutes looked out his window for the blue fight across the street. Precisely at ten o'clock it went on.
He stalked his prey, down the stairs, across the street, into the protective darkness of the shadows and to the ladder. Step by step, climbing, tiptoes, dashing along the metal walkway to his destination. As before, he kneeled outside the window and looked in.
As promised, they were there. All three. The short, thin girl with the tight, petite body. The one overburdened with hulking, giant breasts and firm, ripe ass. And the last one, who was tall, thin, lanky, like a fashion model. The three girls sat side by side on the large bed.
They were in bathrobes, talking, giggling and waiting. Henry tapped at the window. The one with the big tits jumped up and eagerly ran to the window. She energetically hoisted it up. Henry watched the front of her robe open a few inches as she pushed the sill higher. She was nude underneath; like a sliding mountain one of her breasts swayed and rolled free.
She stepped back and tucked the overgrown jellyfish back in the robe. "Hello. You must be Henry," she said.
He nodded as he came through the sill. She was friendly, pleased, shook his hand warmly and said, "I'm Jane."
"Pleased to meet you," he answered.
She went to the bed and pointed to the small girl, "This is Patty."
Patty nodded and smiled. Jane moved to the model, "This is Barbi."
"Ladies, it is a pleasure," said Henry.
"From what we hear, it should be," answered Barbi the model. She looked at him through cat-like, sparkling eyes.
Patty stirred, then spoke. "Sue and Lou told us to expect a real wild time."
He looked at the three beauties sitting before him. His mouth was watering, his heart pounding. "I hope so."
"Then let's get to it," suggested Jane. Eagerly she stood and unceremoniously let her robe fall to the floor. Her massive breasts pitched and rumbled loose; their large, rust-colored nipples looked like smudges of pulpy, semi-sweet chocolate.
Henry hadn't expected such enthusiasm. He could only stare at the mammoth tits before him. Then Barbi stood up. She had pulled her robe back at the shoulders and lifted her tall, slim frame up and away with a graceful, single movement.
Her tits were like grapefruits, high, hard, statuesque. She had a narrow waist, a tight, flat stomach and long, dignified legs. Her skin was flawless, creamy, smooth, with an expensive odor of quality perfume. As she turned to pick up and fold her bathrobe she displayed proud, round buns with an aristocratic lift.
Patty bounced to her feet and giggled as she pulled her robe from her small, athletic body and dropped it to the floor. He small, round breasts and short, shaggy hairdo made her appear boy-like, gregarious, mischievous. She had a sparse patch of crotch hair below her thin waist and narrow hips.
"Okay! Let's hit the hay!" Patty cheered.
Henry all of a sudden felt embarrassed. Here he was in front of three absolutely naked young beauties and expected to disrobe. Their eyes all were on him as they patiently waited. His cock lumped heavily in his crotch and made an enormous bulge in his pants; he swallowed.
He pulled his sweatshirt off and dropped it on a chair. Next he sat and removed his shoes and socks. Then looking down he undid his belt and lowered his pants. He could hear the girls inhale as they surveyed the tremendous lump under his jockey shorts.
He stood tall and looked straight ahead at the three nude lovelies. All their eyes were on the white cotton briefs; he felt powerful, majestic. His cock stretched and tore against the pants as he brought them down and let it tumble, fall, spring, catapult free.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Jane.
"Oh...." murmured Barbi.
Patty said, "God, it's as big as me!"
Jane couldn't wait. She moved forward and fell to her knees. Looking up into Henry's eyes she said, "I've never in my life seen such a beautiful dick."
He was speechless. Jane reached forward and stroked his cock with her hand. Then she moved her head in for a small kiss squarely on the round head. Her puckered lips touched it softly, lovingly, hungrily. Her mouth opened wider to suck it inside, when Barbi interrupted.
"Jane. He's here for all of us. Now don't go hogging him," she said.
Jane turned. "I'm not hogging him, I'm going to get him ready."
Henry stopped the potential argument by saying, "I'm ready. Get on the bed."
Jane said, "Me?"
"No, all of you."
The girls sat on the bed and waited further instruction. It was obvious they had been given orders to do whatever he says, anything he wants. He told them all to lie side by side on their backs. They did. Then he gave the order in a commanding voice, "Masturbate!"
Barbi looked up. Jane giggled. Patty masturbated with gusto. Soon the three were all open crotched and stroking their cunt-lips with digging, ever-moving fingers. Henry sat at the foot of the bed and watched the three finger-filled cunts warm up, become wet, start to glisten with fluids. Patty's hips were the first to respond, to lift and twist in pleasure.
Then Jane's hips rolled and jerked, finally Barbi's. They were beating themselves into a state of dripping heat. Henry laid himself on his back in the middle of the floor. His long cock stood tall, hard, red. Patty was the first to notice. She slipped from the bed and crawled to him.
Her mouth kissed at his feet, licked his calves, sucked the hair on his thighs as it climbed closer and closer to his pounding organ. Then she opened her small lips as wide as she could and pressed his massive size into her thrashing tongue.
She sucked and twisted her head wildly around his stick until it lodged deep into her throat. Her hands kept moving across his chest, into the crack of his ass, along his thighs.
Then Jane moved in. She came from over his head and kissed his nipples, licked the hair of his chest, made small bites toward his stomach. The smothering breasts closed over his face to clamp him between their pillow softness. Henry opened his mouth and sucked as much of the smooth skin inside as he could.
Barbi couldn't find a place to caress, so she pushed into Patty's territory. Like two lions after a carcass, their mouths pressed for the greater hold on his saliva-dripping pecker. Together they licked upward, then one up, one down. Jane crawled lower and lower until her face and mouth were at the tasty cock.
Three tongues licked and splashed the length of his cock, covering it completely, squeezing it into pulsating fire. Jane's crotch was above Henry's mouth; he pushed her thighs far apart and drove his swirling tongue into the wet, pink hole.
Jane groaned, her body rocked, and then Henry felt his cock sink completely into one of the mouths. Then it was out and into another, then another. The three girls took turns stabbing the long pecker far into their gurgling, sucking necks. Then Jane laid her head to the side.
"Oh! My God! Yes!" she cried as Henry sucked a climax from her running pussy.
She swayed and rolled, her masses of tit lumbering like waves below her. The other girls kept sucking vigorously at his stiff rod while Jane pounded the floor and gritted her teeth in ecstasy. As the orgasm passed she crawled off him and around Patty.
Henry watched as Jane pressed her face into the spiked rear end of the small girl. Like a dog sniffing another she pressed her nose into the buns, and her tongue quickly whipped out to lick her sweltering cunt-lips. Patty pounded her head furiously onto his cock as she felt the tongue digging deep inside her.
Her shaggy hairdo flipped wildly as her head blurred into machine-action pumping. With each downward thrust she bent her head slightly to in sure the scraping of his cock-head against the side of her throat. Barbi sat back and pulled at Jane's legs.
Jane swung to a right angle from Patty's ass. Then Barbi lowered her head and rolled onto her back. Jane literally sat on her finely-featured face. Barbi's tongue danced up to Jane's lowering cunt-lips and sunk between, back out, back in, deeper and deeper.
Henry rolled half onto his side and pushed Barbi's long legs to each side. The beautiful, slim limbs parted to reveal her well-cared for, almost manicured pussy. He put his head through her legs and moved up until his chin rested against her red pussy lips.
With his hands he pulled her proud buns apart and stared into a pink, puckered asshole. He licked it. It was the best tasting anus he had ever tried. He licked back and forth, sideways and in tiny circles before pushing inside. The tight muscle parted comfortably and he sank his tongue far in to wash, tickle, caress her into a tingling, gyrating animal.
She ripped into Jane's cunt with a vengeance; her teeth, her lips, her tongue pulled and sucked at every possible spot as the tremendous fluids of the girl trickled down her face. Jane's response was to push harder, farther into Patty's tiny pussy. She filled the hole with her tongue and twirled it upward against the clitoris.
Jane sucked at his testicles, drawing them far inside, sucking them hard, letting them ooze free. Her hands pumped with a two-fisted grip up and down his shaft. Henry moved his probing tongue into the lips of Barbi's drenched cunt. She bolted like a tigress.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she growled into Jane's crotch.
He pushed his face deeper until his teeth grated against her hard clitoris. His tongue spanked her cunt walls, his lips pulled at hers. Then she bolted, bucked, humped, pounded her juices into his sucking mouth. Her climax was violent, uninhibited, total.
Her hands tore and squeezed her breasts; she pulled her face from Jane's crotch and pounded it back into her ass. The long, slender legs flexed and tensed before they kicked, jerked, bent and twisted. Henry kept his tongue deep inside her cunt as he felt the gripping spasms send floods of wetness into his mouth.
Now only Patty was left. Jane and Barbi rolled to the side as the little girl moved on top of him for her turn at his magic mouth. As his tongue separated her cunt and slid inside, she laid her face between his legs and again took her fill of pecker.
Their hands grabbed each other's buns and pulled as they sucked back and forth. Her tiny ass humped before his eyes and his hanging balls swung before hers as the juices began to boil in each. Henry lifted hard into her face as he felt the burning come start to flow.
She went down fully onto his hose as it pumped thick wads of sperm into her cheeks, under her tongue, down her throat. The taste of the semen did it for her. Instantly she groaned, twisted and plastered her cunt into his teeth. His far-reaching tongue felt a tight squeeze, then another, then the oozing, sweet flow of her box.
She unleashed more liquid than either, or both, of the others. Henry's mouth filled to overflowing as he tried to gulp it down. But his sperm outdid everyone. She filled, overflowed, choked and coughed. The sticky, white cream sprayed from her lips, onto his legs, across his balls.
Like ravished beasts Jane and Barbi moved in. The three girls had him spotless within seconds, then sat back, grins on their faces, licking, wiping, happy. Henry lay on his back breathing deep, wondering what to do next with the trio of hungry beauties.
Jane had something. "What do you like best, Henry?"
He sat up, "Huh?"
"Where do you like to put it most?"
"You mean my cock?" he asked.
"Yes, silly....In the pussy, the mouth, or the ... rear end." Barbi giggled at Jane's question.
Henry scratched his head. "Gee, I never thought about it. I like them all."
"Okay," she said. "Let's find out."
Jane lay across the edge of the bed. Face up, she separated her legs so that her mounding cunt lifted high, wide. "I like it best right in here." Patty jumped onto the bed and brought her face to the edge so that her chin hung over. Her mouth was at ready position for sucking. "I like it in my mouth," she said with a grin.
Barbi said nothing. She simply lay across the mattress on her stomach. Her curving ass lifted up, the legs moved slightly apart, her red-lipped cunt hung below the tiny tight hole of her ass.
Henry's cock didn't dare go down. Like a divining rod it stuck out in front of him as he walked to the variety pack in front of him. The mouth? The pussy? The asshole? He didn't know which to take. He went from one to the other without touching, just looking, licking his lips.
Jane was in the middle, Barbi to her left, Patty to the right. "Okay, I give up. I'll try each one and let you know."
"Good," said Patty just before he slipped his meat into her wet, soft lips. She took a deep, swirling drag on his warm-skinned pecker. Her tongue circled it, her lips pressed tight as he slowly withdrew it. With a "pop" he was out, and moved to Jane.
Her pussy lips separated eagerly around the broadness of his cock-head. As he slowly moved each inch deeper and deeper into her cunt, she lifted into him. Her tits lumbered across her chest.
It was a clinging, hot hole that made his cock pound with excitement.
He pulled away and moved to Barbi. Her sweet ass jutted high, and her hands pulled her cheeks to each side as he put his pecker head against the small hole. By leaning forward into her, and by a practiced swing of her rump, his cock went in with ease. He felt her strong grip as he pushed further and further in. She bucked up and down until his cock was buried.
As he removed his pecker he was still confused. They all felt great. He went back to Patty and let her suck away the juices of Jane and Barbi. Then he stabbed back inside Jane and let her hump hungrily around him. Then into Barbi for a session of tight-gripped bucking.
Back to Patty's sucking lips, into Jane's humping cunt, squeezing inside Barbi's bucking asshole. Around again, deeper, faster, more heated each trip. Mouth, cunt, asshole. In one, into another. Back and forth. Finally Jane called out, "Which one of us gets the sperm?"
It was a great game, but exhausting. When Henry finally felt his guts begin to build for a climax his legs ached, his back was in pain, his mind whirring. But he moved as fast as he could. One pump into each, faster. Mouth, cunt, asshole, faster, faster.
His cock began to itch and bum with the coming release, and he didn't care which one he unloaded in, as long as he climaxed. He was in Patty's mouth when he thought he would explode. In Jane's cunt when he was sure he did. In Barbi's asshole when he actually did.
One wracking spasm of his body sent his come far up her squeezing anus. Then automatically he was out and quickly inside the lips of Patty for the second, convulsive ejaculation. At last into Jane's waiting pussy for the third, final, total draining. He fell onto her cushion tits, completely spent.
The girls gloried and moaned with their bodies full of jism. Barbi stretched out flat to keep the juice from spilling out. Patty tilted her head back with a gloating grin and gulped it down. Jane lifted her legs, wrapped them around Henry's hips and pumped on his cock until it shrank into well-earned wrinkles.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Hey! Henry! Wake up! Look! Look at this!" Jerry was running around his room waving a letter. His voice was high-pitched, excited. Henry rolled over, opened his weary eyes and watched his round, jovial friend hop and jump with glee. "Huh? What is it, Jerry?" he asked.
"Look! I got a letter from Delta Alpha, the biggest fraternity on campus! They want me to join!" he cried with pride.
Henry rolled back over. "Oh."
"Hey!" Jerry pulled him up. "You don't understand. They want me! Me!"
Henry rubbed his eyes and shook himself awake. "I understand, Jerry. Congratulations."
"Thanks," said the beaming Jerry.
"But haven't you forgotten one tiny, little thing?"
Jerry looked at him. "Huh?"
"The Marines. You've joined their club, you can't join a fraternity now."
Jerry smiled, 'Yeah, I know. But, man, am I going to have fun walking into that fraternity and telling them I don't think they're good enough for me!"
As Jerry chortled and rolled with mirth Henry got up and went to the bathroom. When he came out his friend was again reading the letter. His face had become more serious; he looked up at Henry.
"Say, did you have anything to do with this?"
"Me? No, that's ridiculous," lied Henry.
"Well, something doesn't add up. Why did they change their mind?"
"They probably realized their mistake. Reconsidered, decided you were a valuable asset, that's all," replied Henry.
"Yeah, that's it. Me, a valuable asset. Too bad they waited, I could have been a real good member. Well, that's how the cookie crumbles. I hope they aren't too disappointed," he said.
"Listen, why don't you go over there, have them take you out, get you a date, treat you to a good time, before you drop the bombshell. It's the least you can do."
Jerry stood. His shoulders were thrown back, his face beamed with pride. "You've got a point. I should let them down slowly. It's only right."
"You're a real diplomat, Jerry, a real considerate person."
"Well, what can I do. I wouldn't want them to feel rejected." Grinning, dreaming, dancing, he left the room.
As Henry ate breakfast the phone rang. It was for him. "Hello."
"Hello, Henry?"
It was Gloria. Her voice was pleasant, cheerful. She had lost the straining, whining tone of before. He knew she would be calling him sometime today. She was early, wanted to complete the whole transaction as soon as possible.
"Hi, Gloria, how's it going?"
"Just fine, Henry. I called to see if everything went all right last night."
"Haven't the girls reported?"
"Now don't get sarcastic. I just want to confirm that it's all over. Right?" she asked.
"Gloria, we shouldn't talk about this over the phone. There are several extensions here, and we wouldn't want someone listening in, would we?"
"Just answer me. Tell me it's all over." Her voice lost some of its pleasantness.
"I'll be out of class at two-thirty. Come on over. We can discuss it then," he said.
"Dammit! Henry, just what in hell do you have up your sleeve? We made a deal, we fulfilled our part, what are you up to?"
He hung the phone up and went back to his breakfast. A twinkle of evil, of mischief, glittered in his eyes for one brief second. He drank his coffee, went upstairs and got his books. He hummed to himself as he pranced down the stairs and went to class.
At his photography lecture he saw Brenda. Her well-formed legs and full tits drew his attention immediately. She sat in the front row, facing the blackboard. He squeezed between the desks and took the one next to her. She didn't turn to grin at him.
"Hello, Brenda," he said.
She didn't move. "Hello, Henry," she answered.
"How is everything?" he asked.
Her tone was relaxed, less anxious, less aggressive than he had ever heard. She slowly faced him; her eager grin had been replaced by a contented, mature smile. Her skirt was well over her thighs, the usual beaver shot gone. But the most dramatic evidence of her new marital relationship shined high on her cheek, below her left eye.
It was a deep blue-black bruise, a black eye, a real shiner. Henry's mouth fell open. He blinked, and she smiled like a Buddha. "Uh ... what happened?"
"Oh? Do you mean this?" she asked.
"What else?" he responded.
Her wry grin made him know there were more lumps to match this one. "I fell down," she said.
"It looks like a gorilla attacked you," said Henry.
"Oh no, nothing like that," she lied.
Henry took the liberty of one more test. He put his hand on her thigh and leaned close to her ear. "What are you doing later?"
"I've got to go home and fix dinner," she answered. She moved her leg and his hand fell away.
"Oh, that's too bad."
She turned to him. "Henry, I can't see you anymore. My husband and I have patched things up. We've found our differences."
She squirmed in her seat as she mentioned her husband. Henry wondered what kind of bruises were tucked beneath her ripe, round ass. "That's good news," he said. "I hope everything works out."
"It will," she answered.
After class he ran into Janice on his way home. They walked along the sidewalk while she talked, and he gloried in her vivacious, pert face, her beauty, her charm. His heart felt soft, warm. He liked being with her, talking, passing on trivial remarks.
As they were about to part, she brought up the subject of his blackmail. "You finished last night, didn't you?"
He couldn't lie. "Just about."
"But I thought that was the last negative. That they were the last ones." Her face looked hurt; she was upset by his news.
"Soon. I'll be finished soon."
"Henry, what are you going to do?"
He looked at his feet. "Janice, don't worry. Just one more thing before it's all over. Then we can start fresh, maybe go out, become good friends."
"I'd like that very much, Henry. But I also want to know what it is you're planning. We've put up with your demands because you had us over a barrel, but enough is enough, don't you think?"
"Don't worry. I've got everything under control. You don't have to worry," he said.
"Well, I am," she answered before turning abruptly and dashing across the street to her sorority.
Henry followed her with his eyes. Her short skirt flapped, her legs pumped beneath quick glimpses of her bouncing rear end. She went up the stairs and disappeared inside the house. Henry walked along the sidewalk, his head low with thought, his mind grinding over a new plan.
Gloria showed up less than an hour later. As he sat in his room, Jerry announced she was downstairs. "But remember were gonna go to the movies tonight," Jerry said.
"Right. No dates tonight."
He went downstairs and met her. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. The nipples of her tits outlined clearly against the white cotton, their fullness, firmness, mounded out with enticing body. Her hair was drawn back into a pony-tail, and she wore no make-up.
He was surprised at her natural, healthy beauty. She looked girlish, vulnerable, until she spoke. "Okay, what's this shit all about?"
"Come upstairs, Gloria, where we can talk."
"I don't know if I want to," she answered.
"You don't have much choice," he said firmly. "Dammit!" She stomped her foot and her tits responded with a lift, fall, wobble.
As she went up the stairs, she hissed back at him, "You better not try to wrangle anything more out of us. If you think this damned blackmail is going to go on forever, you have another think coming!"
"Shut up and get in there!" he barked.
She did. She sat on the edge of his bed and stared at him with seething, angry eyes until he closed the door and spoke. "Gloria, you surprise me. One minute you're so sweet butter would melt in your mouth. The next minute you could crack walnuts with your teeth."
"Quit the bullshit and get to the point."
"Now, Gloria...."
"Is this scheming blackmail of yours over or not? That's all I want to know."
He opened his drawer and removed the proof sheet. Miniature pictures of all he had taken were on the one sheet. He held it up in front of her.
Her face turned red. "You filthy, cheating bastard!"
"I didn't cheat. Our deal was the girls put out in return for the negatives. I lived up to it. They have all the negatives."
"What is that thing?"
The proof sheet. We use it to get a look at the pictures before we reprint them. But it's just like a picture, it can be copied, I can make more negatives from it. Of course the quality will suffer, but nonetheless they'll be recognizable."
Her face sank; she was shaken, definitely upset. She stood and walked around his room, her hands opening and closing in anger, seething, and sat back down. "What do you want for it?"
"Gloria, you're taking this too hard. Honest, it's the last one. After this is gone I can't force you to do anything."
"Henry, you got away with it up to now. But it wasn't easy for me to keep the girls from crying rape. I've had my hands full trying to appease them, trying to keep from being impeached." Tears were building.
"Yes, I have to admit, you did a fine job. The girls were most understanding and cooperative."
"That's because I told them it would be over soon. Now, if I go back there and let them know you want a second helping, I'll be thrown out for sure, they'll go crazy," she said.
"Come on, now. They're a fine group of girls.
They'll understand. As a matter-of-fact, I'm sure they'll look forward to it."
"That's not the point! The point is you're not keeping your word! You're not only a blackmailer, you're a liar!"
Henry sat down and smugly looked at the hysterical girl. "I can live with it," he quietly said.
Gloria stood up, and with trembling hands she whipped her T-shirt over her head. Her large, smooth breasts stretched out to stare at him with their brazen, pulpy nipples. She opened her jeans, hooked her fingers in her underwear and pulled them down.
She stepped to the side and stood in front of his wide eyes completely naked. Then she dropped to her knees, tears ran down her cheeks, her lip trembled as she spoke.
"Please, Henry, I beg you. Let me have the proof sheet. I'll do anything you want, anything. You can do whatever you want with me! Just don't make me go back there and tell the girls it isn't over!"
His cock started to harden, to swell, to tear at his shorts for freedom, for the wetness of her pussy, for the sucking of her mouth, for the grip of her asshole. But he didn't move. Instead he crossed his legs and choked the budding hard-on into submission.
"Gloria, you surprise me. What kind of a fool do you think I am? You'll do whatever I say regardless. Why should I forego the rest of the girls? I'm no fool."
She fell forward and lay on the floor. Her hands pounded, she tensed and cursed. Henry waited until she sat up and asked, "What do you want?"
"Now you're acting like a responsible president. I have one last request of your organization. It will take only one evening, then it's all over. For good. I think tomorrow night, after your meeting, would be best."
She sat on her haunches and sniffed. The fullness of her ass bulged across her legs; her breasts swayed with grace and ease. "What do you have in mind? Who do you want?"
"Now we're getting to it, Gloria. Some of the girls told me the rest of the girls were all talking about me. Apparently rumors are spreading, people are talking. I have the impression that it's favorable talk, curiosity about my abilities."
She looked down. "So?"
"So, I want to give them all a chance. All of them. Every girl in the sorority her golden opportunity to feel me inside her."
She almost fell backwards. Her ears turned red, her eyes opened wide, and through her agape mouth she mumbled, "All the girls?"
"That's it. Each one. All lined up in a neat row with no clothes on. I want to fuck my way down the line until my cock gives up. Then I'll eat the rest of the way. How's that for some fun, huh?"
He was enjoying her reaction, her disbelief, her total amazement.
"You're nuts."
"No I'm not. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, I won't waste it," he answered.
She stood and pulled her jeans on. She kept shaking her head, blinking. As she pulled her T-shirt back over her tits, she spoke. "Henry, you've gone too far. I know they won't go for it. You've got to be crazy to think of an idea like that."
"They'll go for it," he said. "They'll love it. Anyway, all you have to do is tell them they have no choice, they can't do anything about it. I've got the proof sheet and that's the only way they'll get it."
"But, all the girls ... why not just the ones you took pictures of?"
"I want to broaden my horizons, give them all a chance to experience me," he answered.
She walked to the door. "Henry if I can think of a way out of this, any way, I'll take it. But I can't, not yet at least. The meeting will end about ten o'clock. Bring your proof sheet with you and I'll see what I can do."
"I knew you'd come around, Gloria. You're quite a girl, you know that?" He reached out and patted her cheek. She responded by spitting on him.
He jumped back. "For God's sake!"
"Keep your filthy hands off me, you slime," she screeched as she ran down the stairs.
That evening, as Henry and Jerry entered the movie theater, Jerry remarked, "I heard that girl this afternoon say something about blackmail ... what did she mean?"
"Oh, nothing. She was just a little mad at me," he answered.
"Why?"
"No particular reason, jealousy I guess."
"Well, what do you expect? You start taking half a dozen girls from the same sorority out and they're going to know what you're up to," said Jerry.
"They know all right," Henry replied.
"I don't see how you're getting away with it in the first place. You're not in a fraternity, you're trying to take 'em all out, you're asking for it."
"For what?"
"Trouble. Too many girls is worse than not enough."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," said Henry, as the two groped into the dark theater and found seats.
They sat in the front row of the balcony. Jerry munched on popcorn and finally spoke. "This is a hell of a night out. You and me. No broads. Shit, I could go for a little pussy tonight, how about you?"
"I'm a bit tired," answered Henry.
"Shit."
The movie started. It was a violent epic drama set in Africa. A safari story with the white hunter, beautiful wife and spineless husband. The husband was trying to prove his manhood by killing a lion, but his trigger finger trembled at the moment of truth. He couldn't shoot.
The white hunter saved his life by shooting the lion at the last second. Black native porters all ran in fright and began their desertion talk when they learned the dead lion was Kuru Lumbi, the sacred, not-to-be-killed chosen animal of the feared warrior tribe called the Butus.
Then the movie covered a series of heavy, gin drinking bouts, disappearing porters, arguments and a fight between the white hunter and the husband. The husband runs off into the bush and leaves the hunter to seduce his vulnerable wife.
But the Butus interrupt their romance and cart off the struggling hunter and screaming wife. Tension builds as they tie the two to stakes and dance around them. The wife gets her blouse ripped up, and three-quarters of her breast hangs out.
Between shots of the warriors licking their lips and hoisting spears, we notice the husband creeping through the bushes. As the largest, blackest warrior holds his spear against the wife's throat, the husband rushes in with the lion's head in his arms.
The Butus fall onto the ground in supplication to the lion-god. He sets the hunter and wife free. They start to run away, but the husband has noticed the hut is full of nubile, big-breasted young girls of the tribe. They too fall at his feet in worship. In the final scenes the husband chooses the life of a god and sends his wife packing with her white hunter. A large fire is made and the husband dances with the native girls in a fertility rite of spectacular proportions. As the hunter pulls the wife down the jungle trail, she looks back and lets the audience know she now understands that a steady trigger finger isn't what makes a man. Jerry made his usual comment, "Shit."
Henry looked at his friend, but saw the comment wasn't about the film. Jerry was looking over the balcony rail, down to the floor below. Henry looked to see what was so interesting. The theater was almost empty, and all he saw were a few scattered people and two couples.
"What's so interesting?" he asked.
"Look, right below us. That couple. He's fingerfucking her, right here in the show!"
Henry looked down. A young couple sat below them; the boy was kissing the girl's mouth. Their arms were twined around each other, except for one of the boy's. His left hand disappeared into the pulled up, wrinkled clump of skirt in her lap.
Long white expanses of fleshy leg could be seen as they inched further and further apart. The boy's hand kept pumping, rubbing into the widening space between. Then a white pair of panties slipped down her legs with the boy's encouragement.
She twisted and lifted her knees while sliding down into her seat, and suddenly a clear view of the hand kneading, working, plying into the cunt was seen. He used his middle finger to pierce deep into the slick cunt-lips and twist, probe, pinch.
Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open as he worked her cunt into violent, wracking spasms. Her legs kicked and ass humped vigorously as he increased his caresses of her pussy. Henry listened real hard and could hear the steady rhythm of her breathing gasps.
"She's coming, she's climaxing, she's shooting her cookies," whispered Jerry.
He leaned way over the rail in wonder and shook his head. Henry watched as the box of popcorn in Jerry's hand angled, tilted, and a kernel dropped out. It floated harmlessly down behind the couple. But a trickle of popcorn followed, then a stream, then the whole box.
It poured like snow, covering the hotly engaged pair with white, fluffy puffs. The girl's mouth was filled; she choked, gagged, sprang up and had a coughing fit. The boy kept trying to finger-fuck while she spit popcorn and rubbed salt from her face.
"What the fuck?" asked Jerry, before he noticed it was his own clumsiness. Then he sat quickly back, out of sight, and began to giggle, then laugh.
"For God's sake, Jerry, you ruined their fun," said Henry between laughs.
Jerry had an idea. He stood up and leaned back over the balcony. The startled couple looked up at his large, looming body with fear. Jerry held his arms straight out to his sides before stabbing an accusing finger in their direction. His voice rumbled.
"Sinners! Doers of evil! The devil lives in your souls and makes you slaves of the pleasure of the flesh! Your sinning bodies and lust-filled hearts will perish in the fires and torture of hell! Sinners! Repent and ask forgiveness in the name of Butu!"
The panic-stricken couple quickly left the theater. The other couple immediately followed, and the other customers looked up in amazement. Jerry sat down in his seat and his body rolled with uncontrolled fits of hysterical laughter. "Did you see them? Did you see the eyes of the girl?"
Just as the second feature started they were thrown out of the theater. Jerry acted indignant, telling the manager he'd pray for his corrupt, thieving soul. Henry followed in silence, his head bowed, his hands folded in reverent prayer. As they were ushered to the door he took his jacket off and laid it over the threshold for Jerry to walk on.
"To soften the cement below the feet of the undeniable Butu," he explained.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next day was Monday. Classes, studying. Henry sat alone in his room that evening; Jerry had gone to visit the fraternity. He was thinking, feeling almost glad that this would be his last "favor" from the girls. They had been unbelievably cooperative, and it was time to let them off the hook.
But not until after tonight's fun. His eyes were continuously darting to his watch. He had washed and made himself ready hours before; the waiting was driving him up the wall. What the hell are they talking about at their meeting? he asked himself.
Then someone from downstairs called his name and yelled he was wanted on the phone. He ran down the stairs and grabbed the receiver. It was Gloria. Her voice was pleasant; it had lost a lot of the repressed anger from the day before.
"Hello, Henry," she said.
"Hi."
"Were all set. The meeting's over. All the girls are waiting downstairs in the meeting room."
"Good girl, I'll be right there. Do they know what to expect?"
"They know. They also brought up a motion to have me impeached. They vote on it next week," she said matter-of-factly, without emotion.
"Oh. Say, I'm sorry," said Henry.
"Forget it. Maybe tonight will change their minds."
Henry laughed. "I'll try, Gloria, I'll try."
"I'm sure you will." She hung up.
Henry put on his jacket, grabbed the proof sheet and went outside. It was a quiet night; stars shined above in the clear, crisp sky as he crossed the street to the side of the plantation style house. As a precaution, he crept to the small window at foundation level and looked in on the meeting.
The room was filled with girls, all still in their black, hooded robes. They were chatting with animation, excited, like at a tea party. Everything looked ready, no one appeared too upset, some seemed to be anticipating his arrival. He stood and went to the door.
Janice answered it. She stepped aside and let him walk in; she didn't speak.
"Hello, Janice," said Henry.
Her eyes were on the floor. Slowly she looked up into his. Hurt, pain, showed on her face. Her usually bright eyes were clouded with reproach, fear, conflicting emotions.
"What's the matter?" asked Henry.
"I think you're going too far," she said, and walked to the basement door.
Henry said nothing. He followed her down a flight of stairs to the cement-floored basement, through another door and into the meeting room. It was a large hall. Chairs were lined up at one side for the sisters to sit on, and a small platform stage stood before the chairs. There was a desk on the platform; to the side stood a screen.
The screen was the only colorful object in the room. It was an antique with gaily-decorated, flower-fabric covering. Henry imagined a lady, years ago, standing behind it, draping her hosiery over the top to entice her lover into excitement.
"Henry!" It was the cheerful cry of big-busted Jane. She came to his side and grabbed his arm, mashing it heavily into one of her swollen breasts. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."
The room became silent as thirty-five black robed girls turned to stare at him. He saw the faces of Barbi, Patty, Sue, Lou, Janice and finally Gloria. Gloria stood up and held her hand in the air. All the eyes went to her as she stepped onto the platform and cleared her throat.
Jane led Henry onto the platform; then Gloria spoke. "Girls! Girls! As I announced at the meeting, we are having a special guest tonight. Someone that several of us have already met and that the rest of you have been talking about. He has with him the page of photographs that I also mentioned."
Several of the girls started to mutter and whisper. Henry looked across the hooded heads and saw that very few of them appeared disgruntled; most were giddy, giggling, staring at him and whispering to their neighbors.
"Girls! Let me have your attention. We all know what he wants, it was the subject of heavy debate. But we voted to have it ended once and for all. So now, to tell us specifically what it is he'd like us to do, here is Henry."
She held her hand out to him. He felt like a politician being introduced to a ladies' club. Some of the girls even applauded. He blushed and stepped to the center of the platform. His heart was pounding, his knees felt weak, he couldn't believe that they were all his, to do with what he pleased, his own harem.
He cleared his dry throat and spoke. "I'm touched by the way you girls are taking this. It only shows that you're a fine bunch of women."
"You bet we are!" cheered a girl. Several more clapped and chimed in. Henry held his hand up for silence. The noise stopped immediately.
"Your slogan up here," he pointed to the wall over the platform, "says 'Everything for the Sisters.' Tonight, it's everything for Henry."
The thirty-five girls listened in silence as Henry strutted cocksure about their platform and finally sat his rump on top of the desk.
"So, let's not waste any valuable time. I'd like to see you all line up along this side wall. Then, one by one, you can take off your robes and whatever else you have on underneath."
There was a hesitant hush throughout the room. Gloria stood up and went to the wall. Eager Jane followed, then Patty, Barbi, Lou, Sue and the rest of the young ladies. Janice was at the end of the line, her face down, shame-like, her hair hung straight. Henry couldn't see her face.
Gloria went first. Without speaking she lifted her black robe from her feet to above her head. She was nude underneath. She dropped the garment onto the floor and smiled at him. His eyes widened at the surprising sight. "We prepared ourselves, Henry," she said.
Jane reached to her ankles and whipped the robe up and over; her mountainous breasts blasted free and pitched with abandonment. Henry's cock was making a determined, fast lift upward in his trousers. He swallowed and shifted his weight on the desk.
Little Patty dropped her robe to the floor. Her thin, well-proportioned body stood firm, solid. She looked frail, miniature, next to the buxom Jane.
Then Barbi lifted her robe slowly, with a twist of her hips, to expose her fashion model, tall body.
Lou lifted hers up far above her head and with high stretched arms wiggled her globular breasts back and forth. Sue giggled and followed suit. Then the new girls, the ones he had yet to enjoy, began, one by one, to introduce him to the delightful sights of their nudity.
Breasts lunged outward to billow and roll before him. Crotches with varying amounts and textures of piled pubic hair stood below the ever increasing line of flat, smooth stomachs, long, limber legs, smiling faces. The last girl was Janice.
She bent over and grabbed the hem of her robe. Slowly she hiked it up, over her white-skinned, slim legs, to expose her sparsely haired crotch, tiny waist and adolescent breasts. As the robe dropped to the floor he saw her face. Her eyes were red, her lips quivered and large, flowing tears stained her cheeks and streaked her eye make-up.
She stood at the end of the line, trembling, like a frightened puppy. Henry was touched. The girl was really upset; her slim shoulders wracked with an occasional sob. He looked along the row of seventy ripe tits, thirty-five hairy cunts, seventy ready-to-spread legs, thirty-five wet, hot mouths.
His cock screamed loudly in his pants for freedom. He stood, the tremendous bulge in his pants making several of the girls twitter and remark. Gloria walked forward, her strong, athletic body like that of an untamed animal. She mounted the platform.
"Girls! Let's keep the giggling down, we don't want to be here all night. Now, I'm sure Henry has his plans for the evening. Let's all listen while he instructs us." She folded her arms under firm tits and turned to him.
His cock was killing him. He turned his back to the line and undid his pants. As he lowered them down the hard, long shaft flopped free, flapped back and forth and rose up into a strong, steel-hard spike. He removed his shirt and shoes before turning.
A murmur of approval came from the cunt-lined wall. Many of the faces smiled, some licked their lips, one girl absent-mindedly sucked at her thumb. Jane called down the line to one of the girls, "See? I told you so!"
"Quiet!" ordered Gloria.
She stepped close to Henry. Her hand reached out and brushed softly across the head of his cock as she spoke. "Just tell us what it is you want us to do. What positions, who where, and how many at a time."
She was being fully cooperative, completely helpful. Henry was overjoyed. He grinned sheepishly and said, "Well, I was thinking of having them count off by threes. Then the ones can get on their knees, the twos on their backs, and the threes turned around and bent over."
"Oh, you want to work your way down the line? One in the mouth, one in the cunt, the next in the ass, is that it?" she asked.
"Well, I didn't want to say it quite that crudely, but, yes. You're right," he answered.
She addressed the girls. "Okay, girls, here's what big-cock wants. One on her knees, two on her back and the third ready for a rear-entrance, so on down the line. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
A girl in the center raised her hand. "Yes?" said Gloria.
She stepped forward. She had long, brown hair, small, tight-looking breasts and a slim set of hips. "I have a very small cunt. I would like to know if I can go on my knees cause I wouldn't want to be tom. You see, that's the biggest penis I've ever seen in my life."
"Now, Dottie, it's a big one all right, but you've seen bigger," answered Gloria.
Henry turned to her; he didn't understand what was so damned important. Before he could speak another girl yelled, "I know which cock you mean, Gloria. That real big, hard one that's so much fun to suck."
"That's the one girls," she answered.
"What the hell is all this?" Henry asked. Gloria turned to him, her face all smiles. "Oh, that's right, you don't have any idea who we're talking about. Well, we should show you."
"Huh? I didn't come here to look at cocks, now let's get the show on the road!" he retorted.
"Turn around, little man!" It was a loud, booming voice. One of power, strength, of a man.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he turned to face the desk. His eyes were blocked by a photograph held directly in front of his face. Henry gulped and focused on the black and white, glossy picture. It was one he had taken. He stared into the photograph of the big, black football player and his girlfriend.
He took it that night as he left. The last shot on the roll. What was it doing here? He backed up and stumbled off the platform. Standing on top of the desk was the football player; he was magnificent in size, and naked. He held the picture in front of him, covering his crotch.
The massive man with arms like steel girders and a neck like a wine barrel smiled at him. "You take a good picture, pal. Real good."
Henry couldn't speak. His eyes were glued with horror to the monstrous size of the man standing high on the desk. He blinked, trying to make him go away, but he was still there, ominous, looming, menacing. Henry looked at Gloria standing next to the desk.
"You screwed up, Henry. I went through the photos one last time and found a way out. You must have left this one in by mistake. Fortunately I recognized George here, and it was easy to convince him to help us out," she said.
"Real easy," roared George. "All she had to do was show me this picture and I was ready to mash whoever took it into a blotch on the street. But you can thank Gloria for saving your hide. She's a real smart girl, she is. She talked me into this plan. You're going to love it."
George removed the photograph. His endless, streamlined, black cock stretched high and mighty before him. It was long, thick, shining and stiff. George's testicles swung in a large, low-hanging sack between his legs. Gloria moved closer to George, reached up and stroked the pillar of hot, black skin.
"Uh ... okay ... you win. I'll let you have the proof sheet. I know when I'm beaten," stammered Henry.
George's laugh rocked the whole room. It was the roar of a lion. His big erection swayed as his hips twisted hysterically. "Man! You must think were stupid! You think you're getting off that easy? Shit!"
George's white teeth shined and sparkled as his Ups closed, his eyes narrowed and he signalled to Gloria. She went to the screen and removed it. A large, expensive movie camera sat on a tripod; next to it were several light bars. She pulled the camera into position next to the desk.
She spoke. "Henry dear, you left us no choice. You've gone much too far, so we have no protection unless we get something on you. We decided to make a movie-they're much more interesting, more life-like, don't you think?"
Henry gulped. He looked at the door, looked at his pile of clothes on the desk. George's large foot stood on top of them. No chance. Gloria set up the light bars and turned them on. The room was filled with bright, blinding light.
"All set," she reported to George.
George looked at Henry, his eyes narrow, serious. "Henry, boy, there's nothing I'd like to do more than crush your body into pulp. Believe me, I really want to beat your ass. But I've made a deal and I stick by my word. The deal is this; you do what Gloria says or she lets me have my way. It's up to you."
Henry's body was shaking. He stumbled backwards into the chairs. The girls murmured; he looked to them for some sign of pity, or safety. Jane had her arms folded under her tits, and shook her head in disgust. Patty lifted her shoulders to signal helplessness. At the end of the row he saw the only pity in the room.
Janice's face still streamed tears; she sniffed, her eyes met his and she sobbed. The sorrow, the pain, the confusion in her red eyes made his heart pump with pain. Then he realized they had him, there was no way out, the tables were turned.
"All right, little boy, step up on the platform for your just desert," commanded George.
Henry looked up at the muscular body, the rippling stomach and solid, thick legs of George. He still hovered over him on the desk, his hard, never-ending hose stretched up like a Greek column, stiff, menacing.
"Please...." mumbled Henry.
"What? What did you say?" screamed George.
"Please...."
"Shit! You don't know what that word means, little boy. You heard it plenty from these girls, but you ignored it. So don't act like a cry-baby, come over here and take your medicine like a man!"
Henry stepped onto the platform and gulped. "What do you want me to do?"
"You know what to do, stupid. The thing you're most afraid to do. Suck my cock," hissed George.
Sweat beaded and dripped from Henry's forehead. The closer he moved the larger the tremendous pecker looked. His stomach turned and he thought he was going to gag. His legs wouldn't move. He stood frozen, frightened, afraid to move, his eyes misted up.
"Get your legs moving or I'll break them!" yelled the mighty mass of muscle in front of him.
He stepped again, the cock inches from his face. He could feel the pounding heat of the hard shaft on his forehead, his lips trembled, his hands shook. George leaned forward and the cock-head touched Henry's sweat-covered forehead. It felt like a jack-hammer plummeting onto his skull.
The room was absolutely silent except for the whir of the movie camera. Gloria looked through the lens, adjusted the focus and stepped back. "Perfect. Take one," she said.
George lowered his cock painfully slow. The tip ran a scorching trail from the center of Henry's forehead down his nose, over the end and into his upper lip. He could smell the musty, hot-flesh odor of the pulpy-headed rod as it paused below his nostrils.
"Open your mouth," said George in a low, grating voice.
He couldn't.
A large hand with outstretched fingers covered the back of his head. It was an enormous, strong hand; the tips of the fingers covered his ears, touched his cheeks. If felt like two hands. "Open your mouth!"
Henry's lower jaw trembled down slightly. His parched lips stuck together, refused to separate. The hand squeezed his head. The lips opened. His mind whirred as the very tip of the cock moved lower, lower, covering the length of his upper lip.
Then he felt it touch his lower lip and lift. Henry took a deep breath and held it, as the black pecker moved slowly into his mouth, filling his lips out, shoving his tongue to the side. Stuffing his mouth full, making him choke, gag, wretch.
But it still came, deeper, deeper, filling, choking, gouging his throat, stretching it, sinking further and further in. He tasted nothing, at first. Then the salt, wet slickness of the mouthful of meat seeped into his senses. His mind went blank as the pumping, stuffing, pulling of the super-cock smashed at his lips.
He was senseless, crying, sucking, having to open up fully to the thrusts or suffer extreme pain.
It didn't stop. George kept pounding his pecker in and out, in and out, deeper and deeper until Henry felt both hands encircle his head and slam it hard onto the pole.
The whirring of the camera was all he heard as he fell to the floor, choking, gagging, spitting the sperm of the spewing cock. He rolled into a heap as a shower of the juice sprayed down on his nude, trembling body.
The camera stopped. Henry felt the hands again, strong hands, lift him up to his feet. "Henry? Henry, boy? Now, now, it wasn't all that bad. Nothing you wouldn't have one of these girls do to you. They can take it."
His eyes opened and he looked into the smiling face of George. The enormous black man put an arm around his shoulders and spoke softly. "Now comes the fun. You see, my deal was that I should take your place tonight. I get to do whatever it was you dreamed up. And man, you thought up a real fun time."
Henry tried to smile. He couldn't, but George saw the effort and patted him on the back. "Now you follow me. I'll put my cock inside 'em, you suck 'em clean afterwards."
Henry's stomach wrenched again, and a swell of mucus came into his throat. "Don't worry," said George, "I've shot my wad. I doubt if there will be much mess, just lots of sucking pussy."
Gloria was the first in line. She kneeled in front of George and smiled. Her lips parted eagerly and she sucked his long, still hard cock deep inside her mouth. With a few quick pumps it slid into her throat. Henry stood next to them, in a daze, watching.
After a minute George moved to the next girl, Jane, who was turned around, her ass spiked out. George's pecker stretched between the buns, pushed hard, slid with force into her asshole. George bucked hard and drove it far, deep, all the way in. She bit her lip and groaned with pleasure and pain.
"Okay, Henry, eat me," said Gloria.
She stood and he kneeled. He brought his face into her black-haired crotch and snaked his slick tongue up into the moisture of her cunt-lips. She squirmed, spread her legs and opened to him. He pressed his tongue far into the sweet hole, licking, washing.
Then he moved, still on his knees, to Jane. She pushed her rump into his face. Henry's tongue lashed out and licked across her asshole, made a tiny circle and slipped easily into the widened, stretched open hole. He pushed far in, with a twist. She wiggled her buns and squirmed.
Next came Patty's cunt. Again he swept his now tiring tongue inside the slick lips of a pussy. Then he crawled to the next, another asshole, then another pussy, another asshole, pussy, asshole. His mouth ached, his tongue numb, when he looked down the row and saw they were less than halfway through.
It felt like days, weeks, as he ate his way along the row. But he found no mess, no dripping jism from the cock preceding him. He was thankful for that. Then he found it. As he buried his head between a set of soft, cool thighs and slapped his throbbing tongue into the cunt-lips, he tasted it.
The crotch was covered, smeared, flooded with the white juice. With closed, painful eyes he lashed at it, rubbed it into froth, made it blend into the crotch until it disappeared. His face glistened with moisture as he lifted himself back and tried to move down the row.
There were no more girls. He looked up. Janice, a smile of deep, contented satisfaction on her face, stood over him. She brushed his hair away from his forehead and looked down on his unhappy face. "I can't believe how big he is, how deep he went," she said to Henry.
Shamed, defeated, broken, Henry crawled to the platform, to his clothes. George stood there dressing. "Hey, man! We make a good team! Should do this more often," the jovial athlete said.
Henry nodded and pulled on a sock. As he and George dressed, the girls put their robes back on and sat in the chairs. Henry stood and started to leave, but Gloria stopped him. She ushered him to a chair and sat him down. Then she went to the desk and banged her gavel.
"Order! We have one last thing to take care of after we thank George."
The girls all stood and applauded him as he held the photograph of himself and the girl high over his head. Then he took a seat behind Henry. Gloria cleared her throat and looked down at Henry.
"You've paid for double-crossing us, Henry. Paid in full."
Henry nodded, managed a smile. The girls applauded him and George patted his back. Gloria raised her hand for attention.
"But you haven't paid us for the original sin. For blackmailing us to begin with." Henry's heart sank.
"We have movies now. A nice art film of you sucking a cock. How would you like to have that shown around campus? Or maybe we can charge admission and show it here," she said.
Several of the girls cheered, some stomped their feet with delight. Henry knew better than to protest. He looked up at Gloria.
"So we decided this evening what to do with you. It's not too bad. We have a lot of chores that need doing around the house. Gardening, sweeping, watering, dishes, laundry, scrubbing, polishing, vacuuming and the like. Not too much, but enough to keep you out of mischief for the rest of your college days."
The crowd roared their approval. George landed a heavy-handed slap on Henry's shoulder. He slid lower in his seat. Gloria slammed her gavel again.
"You do such a good job at cleaning up, you can start tonight. After the meeting you can fold up all the chairs, sweep and mop the floor. Tomorrow after class we expect you to report directly here. If you fail to show up well start by showing the film to everyone in your boarding house." George stood up. "If he doesn't show up just call me, I'll remind him."
The crowd cheered and the meeting was adjourned.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The following weeks were long, arduous days for the defeated, shamed, enslaved Henry. Gloria and the girls had worked out a schedule for him. It allowed him time for class, time to study, and endless hours of work. Once a week he had to mow the lawn, trim the bushes, water the garden and sweep the parking lot.
Everything else was a daily chore. Working in the kitchen before meals, serving the meal, bussing the dishes, washing the pots, pans, plates and glasses, then mopping the kitchen floor. After that he vacuumed the completely carpeted, three-story building.
He dusted, washed windows, changed light bulbs, took out the garbage and cleaned the restrooms. The bathroom maintenance was perhaps the toughest part of his day. Empty the wastebaskets, tissue, sanitary napkins, toothpaste tubes. Scrub the toilet bowls, disinfect the showers, clean the mirrors, polish the chrome pipes. An horn: later they were filthy again. It never ended.
The third day of his new job he had a few brief moments with Jerry. His big friend came across the street and found Henry pulling weeds in the yard.
"Hey! Henry, where ya been?" he asked.
Henry looked wearily up. "Oh, hello, Jerry. I'm sorry we haven't been able together, but, as you can see, I'm swamped."
"I'll say. Trying to earn enough money for another camera?"
Henry almost cried. He stood. "No, I'm doing this for free."
"Free? What are you, nuts?"
"No. I'm paying back a debt."
"Hah! Oh! I get it. The girls baited you in with their pussies and when they got you distracted, put you to work!"
"Something like that, Jerry. Listen, I might have an hour or so tonight, depending on how messed the bathrooms get."
Jerry's face turned serious. "Can't, pal. I came over to say goodbye. I'm taking off, I report for active duty tomorrow morning. My plane leaves in two hours."
Henry was quiet. He shifted his weight. "I'll miss you, Jerry."
Jerry's chubby hand shot out. "I'll write, maybe visit when I get a leave. You haven't seen the last of me."
Henry took his hand. "We've had some good times, right?"
Jerry's face wrinkled in smiles. "You bet your sweet ass we have."
They stood in silence for a few seconds, then Jerry spoke, "I have to go now. Take care of yourself."
"I'll try, Jerry, I'll try."
"Shit, it looks like these girls will take good enough care of you."
Henry made a wry grin. "Sure."
"Goodbye," said Jerry.
"Goodbye," said Henry. He watched his friend waddle across the street, up to the porch and grab his baggage. A cab pulled to a stop in front of the boarding house and Jerry got in. As the yellow auto cruised down the road and around the corner, Henry felt a loss, a deep loneliness.
"Get to work, Henry!" It was Gloria. She hung out of a second story window.
He looked up at her long, black hair hanging in the sunshine. At her stem face, her large breasts. He kneeled down and grabbed a handful of weeds. "That's the boy. Just keep at it, Henry. Hard work will be good for you, it cleanses the soul, occupies the mind."
The days passed one by one and Henry adapted to the tedious schedule. He learned that he responded to pressure. The few brief hours they allowed him for study proved to be enough for his grades to go back up and stay there. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt much happier, much more productive.
He thought less about girls. Perhaps the constant crowd of beautiful women running around the house made him numb to their appeal, perhaps the exhausting horns, perhaps the work was good for his soul.
The sorority decided at a meeting to impose a moratorium on speaking with him. The rule was that no sister could talk to him unless she were issuing a work command. No idle, pleasant chitchat, only orders to do this or that. They had listed the hours he was to be present and ready to do miscellaneous tasks, and posted them on the bulletin board.
During these "miscellaneous" hours he was to sit on a bare wood chair in front of the board. Any girl who had a task to be performed, such as shoes polished, hair dryer fixed, picture hung, or the like, could find him there. It was on a first come, first served basis.
They kept a close watch on him while he worked. One sister was always assigned to keep an eye on him, to make sure he didn't sneak off or shirk his duties. A desk was set up for him in the library where he did his allotted hours of study each evening. This too was supervised. The girls knew they had a valuable handyman and didn't want to see him get away by flunking out of school.
Henry's only free time was the six horns he was allowed to go back to the boarding house and sleep, and his walks to and from class. At night he would stagger home and fall right into bed, in the morning rush to the sorority to start breakfast His time at home was nil.
That left walking to class. It was his only pleasure. He was allotted ten minutes each way, and could easily make it in five. That gave him five minutes each way to spend as he liked. He would walk through the garden area where he and Jerry had romped with Brenda. At times he just walked and listened to the birds in the trees.
But, as the weeks turned into a month, he failed to notice that his five minutes of spare time diminished. He forgot about it, and unconsciously he would walk directly from class to the sorority and begin work. Time changed him from a seeker of idle pleasures into a hard, dedicated worker.
He was sitting on the wooden chair in front of the bulletin board when Lou called his name. "Henry."
He looked up. "I need you to polish my shoes. Up here, in my room."
He walked up the stairs and entered the room. Sue lay on one bed, dressed in a skirt and white blouse; she was reading and didn't look up. A pair of black shoes were on the floor, next to them the polish and a rag. Lou sat on the edge of her bed.
"There they are. I want a good shine, I have a date tonight," she ordered.
Henry sat in the comer on the floor and began to smear the shoes with the black polish. His concentration was taken by the task completely, for he knew that soon another girl would be looking for him to do something else. He worked the polish into the seam between the sole and leather before wiping the rag softly across the shoe.
While he worked Lou stood up and went to her dresser. She undid the buttons of her blouse. Her eyes were glued on the mirror, watching him. Henry didn't notice. She removed the blouse and walked to the closet. Henry whipped the rag across the shoe and started on the next.
At the closet Lou hung her blouse up and removed her skirt. She slid it over her proud rear end and down her limber, curving legs. Henry made sure he got polish between the sole and leather of the shoe. She strutted back to the dresser.
Sue rolled over on her side and watched her sister and Henry. Lou undid her bra and took it from her round, firm breasts. She stretched and shook her shoulders, her breasts wobbling in the fresh air. Henry worked his rag across the toe of the shoe.
Lou positioned herself right in front of him and hooked her finger into the waistband of her underpants. Sue kept her eyes glued on Henry as her sister slid the satin briefs away from her buns, her hips, her mounded pussy. She leaned way forward to offer him a full, rear-end, beaver-shot.
Henry whipped the shoe into a high, shining polish. Lou stood; Sue looked at her and shook her head. Henry placed the glowing shoes side by side on the floor in front of him. He blew a piece of lint from the toe of one and stood. His eyes lifted up to Lou's face.
She stood in front of him, her nude body radiant and warm, as he stared into her eyes. He hadn't noticed! Her cheeks flushed as Henry said, "Was that all, Lou?"
Unbelieving, she could only nod. Sue sat up and her mouth fell open. As Henry turned and left the room for his wooden chair, the two sisters stared into each other's eyes with wonder, puzzlement and some concern.
Jane was the next to try. She called Henry up to her room to lower the traverse rod. She wanted the draperies to touch the window sill to keep prying eyes out. Henry brought a ladder and screwdriver. She sat on the bed and watched him climb up and make the necessary adjustments.
"Do you know why I want the curtains lower, Henry?" she asked.
It wasn't an order, a command for work, so Henry didn't answer. It was as if the question went unasked. Jane frowned and tried another approach.
"I want them lowered so no one can see in. I don't want anybody looking at me while I take my nap. That's because I like to sleep in the nude, on top of the covers."
Henry removed the traverse rod and lowered it a couple of inches before resetting the screws and reattaching it. She looked up at the hard-working Henry as he stood tall on the ladder, ignoring her. Then she removed her housecoat and lay across the bed.
Henry climbed down the ladder, folded it and turned to Jane. She was totally nude, sprawled, legs open, breasts heaving on the mattress. "Are they low enough, now?" he asked.
She sat up quickly, furiously and looked into his blank, bland stare. Her volumes of tit sloshed about her chest like water-balloons, her wet cunt glistened for the feel of solid, hard flesh. Henry's eyes saw only hers, never once glancing at her , fully ripe body.
"Yes! Get out of here!" she screeched. "You inhuman bastard!"
Henry put the ladder and screwdriver away and went back to his chair. He sat in silence for almost half an hour before he heard someone call his name.
"Henry." It was Gloria. "Come up to my room." He walked up the stairs to her room and entered. She sat at her desk, alone. Above her head, on the wall, was a poster. It was a large two-foot by three-foot blow-up of Henry. It had been made from a single frame of the movie film. His face dominated the picture, the large, black cock making his cheeks bulge, the hanging sack of balls wrapped lazily across his chin. He failed to notice it.
"Sit down, Henry," Gloria ordered.
He sat and she addressed him. "How are you feeling?"
It wasn't a work order, he didn't answer. "Henry, I'm asking you these questions to determine your abilities for a change in your work schedule. It's business, you can answer."
"I feel fine," he said.
"The girls have been telling me you seem distracted, a little over-worked perhaps."
"Oh no. I'm fine. As a matter-of-fact I had a half hour rest just now."
"Okay, here's your new program. First, you move out of your boarding house. We've fixed up a room for you downstairs in the cellar. It's nice, you'll like it, a private bath and everything. This way you'll save yourself the walk home each night."
Henry nodded.
"Then, I'm happy to announce that due to your efforts we've saved a lot of money. Free labor adds up. With this extra money we've purchased a dish washer. As I figure it, this should save you two hours a day."
"Good," said Henry. "That will give me time to start painting. I've noticed that it's peeling outside."
"No, Henry. The painting will be done by someone we hire. The extra two hours are for you to spend relaxing."
Henry closed his eyes real tight; he tried to clear his mind. "Relaxing?" he asked.
"Yes. Starting now."
"But the rain gutters should be cleaned before the winter starts and the...."
"Henry! I've given you an order!"
He became silent. The door to the room opened and Janice walked in. She was beautiful, dressed in shorts with a brief tank-top hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her small breasts made bulges with pointed tips against the summer shirt, her full buns squeezed against the bottom of the shorts, and globs of white, tender skin peaked out to contrast with the dark tan she was acquiring.
Gloria spoke. "I've asked Janice to show you the room and help you get comfortable. As a matter-of-fact, she was the person who suggested this idea, you can thank her."
Henry turned his stare to Janice. "Thank you."
"Now, Janice," continued Gloria, "show him the room. Get him to relax. If he's forgotten how, you can do whatever you think is necessary to remind him."
Gloria winked at Janice, and Janice smiled. "Come on, Henry."
He followed the compressed, squeezing buns down the stairs to the basement. They walked through the meeting room, and his gaze fell on the painful sight of the platform, the desk, the screen. At the far wall Janice opened a door.
It was beautiful. The floor was covered with a deep, dark brown carpet; music played from a stereo. The bed was king-sized and covered with a red, velvet spread. A dresser, mirror and reading chair, with a foot stool, sat along one wall. A magnificent roll-top desk and bookshelves were on the other wall. Henry looked up; on the ceiling was another mirror, large, its reflection covering the complete expanse of the bed.
"We've been working on it all week," said Janice. "We wanted to surprise you." She took his hand and led him in.
Henry went straight for the desk; he ran his fingers across the polished wooden slats of the top. He touched the shelves before running to the other wall and opening the dresser drawers. Then he sat in the chair and rested his feet on the stool.
His face glowed, his heart pumped joyously in his chest, as he gazed about the room, smelled its newness, felt its clean, plush furnishing. Janice was pleased by his reaction, his apparent pleasure. She sat on the bed, her slim, lithe legs crossed.
"You've tried everything but the bed, Henry," she said.
He stood and walked to the bed. He went to his knees and brushed his hand across the velvet spread. It left a track of deeper red in the fuzzy, soft material. Then he lowered his cheek to the cover and felt the caressing smoothness.
"You know, you can talk now. It's your free time. You can do whatever you want," said Janice, as she looked down on the resting head.
He didn't say anything.
She put her cool, small hands on his head and lifted it. She laid it in her lap, across her tender, warm thighs and stroked his forehead. 'You have forgotten, haven't you? You've forgotten how to relax?"
Henry slowly rocked his head on her lap, felt the closeness of her delicate body, the heat of her crotch, the smell of her desire. Inch by inch his face moved closer and closer to the crotch of the shorts. Her hand put slight pressure of encouragement behind his neck.
Then she stood. "Wait a minute, Henry. I'll be right back. Don't move."
He didn't move, his head lay back down on the soft velvet. He closed his eyes and relaxed. She was back quickly. Her hands lifted his head and put it back on her lap. Henry opened one eye, just a little, so she couldn't see. Hair, the sweet, sparse hair of her cunt.
He rocked his head again, closer, closer. Her encouraging hand lost all tact, all patience, and pushed him eagerly. His face pressed into and between the thickest part of her thighs. They opened and his nose was buried in pubic hair and his mouth kissed the hot, delicious lips of her wiggling, pumping pussy.
Henry literally climbed into her cunt. He lifted his face into the moist box as she fell back and spread her thighs wide open. His tongue licked her cunt-lips from top to bottom; his mouth encircled the hole and sucked hard, pulling the loose skin deep inside. She twisted and rode her hips higher.
"Oh, Henry, you do remember. Oh! Ummmmmmmmmmm."
His tongue slithered into the pink slit and swept from side to side, top to bottom. His teeth chewed at the foreskins; his face burrowed deep into her sweltering, juice oozing crotch. The hips bucked and gyrated at the probes of his hot, tingling tongue.
Henry unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his body while still eating. He pushed his pants down and grabbed hold of the first erection he had had for weeks. His cock was steaming, crying, throbbing for the clinging comfort of her hole. He kissed a trail through the hair, over the pulpy mound of her cunt and to her button-like navel.
He licked it, sucked it and continued over the flat plane of her shaking stomach, up onto the rise of her pumping rib cage until tasting the mild slope of her breast. His lips made step after sucking step to the top of the flesh hill, to settle solidly around a peaked, stiff nipple and chew it like gum.
She arched her back and drove her trembling torso against his. Her hips jerked violently into his stomach; her hands pulled at the back of his neck, urging him higher, higher up her body until his shaft of muscle should touch her opening of frothed, boiling pussy.
He took his time, kissed her breasts until her breathing filled his ears, kissed her neck until she bit her Ups, sucked her ear until she cried for his cock.
"Please, Henry! Please! Fill me up!"
He kissed her mouth into silence and reached down to grab her calves. As he hoisted her legs up and back he brought his ready-to-dig cock into position. Her legs folded back almost to her shoulders, the sleek buns rolled upward, her pussy spread open, ready, unobstructed.
Henry's pecker-head brushed across the mound of flesh on each side of her cunt-lips before pushing between. He pulled back, rose high, aimed and let his weight send the shaft inside the screaming hole. His thick, long pecker sank true and far into the straining, stretching hug of the slick, hot box. She bucked up to meet him.
"Yes! That's what I like. Deep ... way in. I've waited so long for you! Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" She grimaced as she felt the broad head of his cock dig deeper inside her. Felt her pussy stretch open against the big guest, felt herself loose control of her body, her hips, her insides, around the gouging pole. Her mouth clamped against his neck and she bit hard, very hard.
The pain made Henry plummet himself that much more ferociously. His cock glowed with liquid, slid in juice, pumped with unending, deep speed. Then he felt the pressure of four weeks of sperm, a month of come swirling around his testicles, rising up to his cock.
Janice hugged him tight and whipped her hips into his, her eyes rolled, her legs kicked helplessly in the air. Henry grabbed at her ass and squeezed the buns into a mass of trembling putty as their climaxes met like two waves crashing in the surf.
The first pump of his jism was met by a spasmodic wrench of her cunt-walls. The white sperm filled every minute bit of space left. Her cunt went crazy. His cock lost its head. The two organs showered themselves in juice and sperm as the two bodies squeezed each other into one humping, pumping, happy union.
Sperm dripped from the stuffed cunt to spot the bedspread, to break it in. Their bodies released the grip and relaxed next to each other as the explosions subsided.
After a few minutes pause Janice rolled and crawled across the bed on her hands and knees. Henry's eyes followed, watching the pump of her buns, the redness of her cunt, the sweetness of her asshole. She pointed to a list hanging on the wall.
"See this, Henry? It's your new schedule. Each of the girls in the sorority has signed up for a different time. To help you relax on your breaks."
Henry's eyes stared at the list; it was long. He grinned and got to his knees. His eyes left the list and went back to the more pleasant sight of her fanny. The two, stark white buns looked soft, inviting. He crawled behind her and directed his still-hard, still-long, still-hot cock into the lumps.
"Oh, Henry," giggled Janice.
He pushed her head down onto a pillow and felt her rump lift up, spike, point into the small of his stomach. He lay forward over her straight back and reached down to hold her breasts. Pinching her nipples between his fingers, he pressed the head of his cock back where it belonged, where it had been earlier, smothered in prime, ripe pussy.
Her groans of pleasure came back to her throat; her ass clipped with precision movement on his pecker as he slipped it in and out. Henry stood back on his knees, grabbed her hips and started his long, heated pushes and pulls into the grip of the slick skins.
A smile came over his face, a mischievous, self-congratulatory smile. It got wider and wider, until breaking into a laugh. A laugh of victory, of ultimate success, of self-esteem, as he pumped his cock into the tender, select daughter of some wealthy family and glared happily at the list of just as select, just as beautiful, just as cock-loving girls in front of him.
He knew they would come around, that they would refuse to let him take their punishment with eagerness, willingness, and a lack of interest in their cherished bodies. They were, after all, women. And he was, after all, a man. And no matter how the game is played, the score is always the same.
