Service With A Smile Ch. 08 Part 1

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Mr. Marcus has plans to attend Parents' Weekend at his daughter Annie's college downstate. But the best laid plans of Marcus and men sometimes get messed up, and frequently get Mr. Marcus laid.

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Why didn't I want to pick up the phone? Because the caller ID said "KRUMHOLTZ", and I wasn't up to taking any of Stephanie's outrage about penetrating her daughter Inga. It had been only the tip - the head - of my prick, anyway. Before it could get serious and deeper, Inga reacted, or should I say, over-reacted, to the feel of a cock in her pussy. Just barely in, I swear it. Reese, Mr. Tashun's niece was a witness. Hell, she had called it 'nothing.' Besides, I needed to leave for downstate. Attending Parents' Weekend was a gift from Harriett, and I didn't get those very often.

I had to find out what Stephanie thought, for better or worse. "Hello?"

"Harvey, I mean, Mr. Marcus."

Why couldn't we be on a first name basis? We'd fucked, hadn't we?

Dr. Crumholtz's, or Stephanie's, voice sounded frantic. "Come to my office immediately!"

I'd passed her tests, proving that I didn't have a breast fetish. "I thought we were done with my-"

"It's not you. It's Inga."

She had my attention. "Why, what's wrong?"

"She exhibits signs of clinical depression ever since she drove up from downstate. Since she saw you. Completely unresponsive. You have to help me. I don't know where else to turn, or to whom she'll respond."

I'd been upset at Inga's sudden departure. Not enough to unmount Reese from my cock and run after Inga, but concerned none the less. And not just because her mother had demanded it. I felt protective of Inga. Those feelings were real, more parental than sexual. Although my daughter Annie and I had sex - so much for that. "I'll be right there."

I'd just hung up the phone and it rang again. Neat feature, caller ID. It was Clara from across the street, probably looking for me to demonstrate sex with another of her visiting nieces. I let it ring. Inga came first. And, she took higher priority.

I jumped into my rental car. The insurance company was procrastinating about my wrecked coupe, the one I'd driven into a ditch with Inga as passenger. The one that got destroyed by toxic chemicals. Something about personal liability. I'd exhibited personal restraint by not taking advantage of Inga during our nude chemical cleansing shower. I'd have to escalate their process as soon as I got a chance.

I didn't trust my rental at speeds over 45 miles per hour. Perhaps the rust bucket was unsafe at any speed. There were plenty of parking spaces in Stephanie's office building. Maybe emotional crises were on a downturn. Like my portfolio of investments. Damn Zenellis for screwing me out of my future nest egg. At least I screwed his daughter as compensation.

I knew my way along the corridor and into Stephanie's office. A chime announced that I'd crossed the threshold. I didn't bother to knock on the door since I was expected. The one-way mirror's curtains had been pushed back. Stephanie stood, viewing her second room. "Thank God you're here. Look."

On the other side of the glass, Inga sat, curled up on the couch. Her outfit was completely distracting. Uncomfortably short mini skirt. For me, not for her. Standard white blouse. Her arms were folded across her chest. Her face was made up. Blush and lipstick and eyeliner. Way too much. Inga didn't need any of that stuff to look pretty. "Is she resting?"

"Don't be a fool. She's withdrawn, a classic case of depression. And I have you to thank."

"Me? I did precisely what you demanded." Almost.

"Yes, you were dutiful, despite some serious lapses in judgment. Showering with her, touching her. Everything except the act of sex itself."

So Inga hadn't told her mother about my incidental penetration. "If you recall, you gave me permission to hold and touch your daughter. I stayed within the bounds of your rules. Why hold me to blame?"

"I apologize. I'm completely frustrated, that's all." Stephanie crossed her arms, accentuating her bust. I recalled her naked breasts as we'd sat on my bed. She wasn't frustrated after we'd fucked. "Why do you think she's acting this way?"

"I don't know. You're the shrink."

Stephanie bristled. "She thinks you rejected her. For some sexpot. I had you all wrong. You don't have a breast fetish. You have a young woman fetish."

Maybe the first correct diagnosis I'd heard from Stephanie. "Does that include you?"

"That was a slip of judgment." Stephanie scowled. I never should have -"

"You enjoyed every bit. Don't lie." She'd been horny, and I always am. It had been a natural conclusion. Only complication was, Inga walked in on us just as we were climaxing.

Stephanie paused. "It was pleasurable. But we're talking about Inga." Stephanie, Dr. Crumholtz, paced. "What happened in that motel room? Please tell me."

I wasn't about to admit that I'd kind-of sort-of half-fucked her daughter. No way. "What did Inga say?" The truth will out, as they say.

"She told me that when she found you at the motel, you were with a young woman. Your paramour insisted Inga get undressed."

"And then?"

"Nothing. She said you did nothing with her. I wouldn't have believed it, but Inga never lies to me."

Reese had used the term "nothing" as a comparative to full contact active sex, not as an absolute, but I was grateful for the mix-up. "Thanks for your confidence."

"I must say, I'm surprised. Given the circumstances and the opportunity, I would have expected you to take advantage. Given the close encounters you and Inga shared at your home, and after your auto accident. But you've shown yourself to be bigger than that."

Stephanie knew of whence she spoke, having coaxed me to an erection and acquiesced to fucking me.

She pointed to her daughter. "See how she's withdrawn?"

Inga had tightened her fetal position, clenching her knees. Her skirt had risen, leaving a clear view all the way up to colored panties. I wondered what logo decorated them? Perhaps I'd get lucky enough to find out.

"So she's depressed because we did nothing? Then think," I said. "Me doing nothing with her and something with the other young lady - and by the way, we were accidentally stranded there - angered and humiliated her."

"I believe you're right."

Odd, Stephanie agreeing with my diagnosis. I was bull shitting. "You know what will happen if I go in there. She'll throw herself at me and demand sexual satisfaction. She probably views a good fucking as revenge." Or just something pleasurable I'd denied her, primarily due to her mother's rules. On top of all that, she saw her mother and I having sex. "And you won't let me go that far, so that's that." I walked towards the door. Stephanie had put me in an impossible situation, so leaving was the correct choice of action.

Stephanie grabbed my arm. "You can't go. She won't talk to me."

"You don't get it, do you? Inga doesn't want to talk. She wants sex. And she views me as a desirable partner in that activity. You can decide from your own experience if that's a wise choice or not." I wasn't going to let the dear doctor forget our tumble in the sack. I had such little leverage with her, but I sensed more was about fall on my side of the scale.

"So what are you saying? You want carte blanche? You can just march in there and do whatever you want with my daughter, including-" she swallowed hard, "-sex?"

I thought about her words. "Yes. That's precisely what I'm saying. Take it or leave it."

Stephanie took her classic pose, face in her hands. She assumed that position whenever she had to make a decision with sexual consequences. "Okay, you win. Bring Inga out of this, using whatever means necessary. I won't stop you."

I wanted to say, "Like in Norma's case?" - when I fucked Inga's best friend in Stephanie's office - but decided not to rub it in. "Stay here." It was a warning more than a statement.

I walked out and made my way down the hall to the session and examination room, Armed with Stephanie's unlimited permission, I considered the possibility of fulfilling Inga's desire for intercourse. Our sexual activity would be under her mother's scrutiny, through the one-way mirror, not a pleasant prospect. The door wasn't locked. A good sign.

Inga swung her attention to the door when I entered the second office, the same one in which I'd fucked her best friend Norma. She jumped from the couch and ran over, strangling me with her arms. "You came to see me," she whispered. Did Inga know about the surveillance?

"Your mother asked me to come."

"Awesome." Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse.

I grabbed her wrists. "What are you doing?"

"We're going to make love, in front of my mother. She's watching us."

"That would be a really bad idea." My dick, already hard, pulsed at the thought.

"She won't tell anyone, because then I'll tell about how she had sex with you." Inga's smile was ear to ear. She felt in control, all-powerful. And all sexual.

This was even worse than Stephanie thought, but in a completely different direction. Inga was ready to use blackmail to achieve her objective. Which meant she was serious, and dangerous. "I'd appreciate some privacy when we do it. IF we do it."

Inga released me and folded her arms. Like mother, like daughter. "You're a tease, do you know that? First, in the chemical shower, then at the motel and now here. Is it your job to humiliate me?"

"Your mother and I are concerned about you."

"Yeah, sure. And how about that hottie? Is she worried too?"

"I don't want to talk about Reese."

"Just leave. You've done enough." She turned her back, Her skirt was caught in her waistband, her panties in clear view.

"You left so fast, I didn't have a chance-"
"What, did you want me to stick around while you finished having sex with her? Like I wasn't humiliated enough? Nothing! She said we did nothing. And that's what I mean to you, isn't it? Nothing at all."

"You're wrong. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care."

"How about if you have sex with my mother again and let me watch? Would you like that?"

My dick perked up at the thought of bedding either of the Krumholtz women. "I'm here to make sure you're okay. That's all. Have a seat." I directed her to the couch. We sat next to each other, with my body blocking Stephanie's view of her daughter. "What's with you and the need for sex? You've been teasing me with that delicious little body of yours ever since we've met, despite your mother's directive. Or is it because your mother said no?"

"I'm delicious?" Inga's face brightened pink, a devilish smile on her lips. "Remember when I told you I was assigned to you for my ministry?"

I nodded.
"Well, that was a fib. I picked you specifically."

"Why me?" I had a guess, but the full picture was fuzzy. Better for her to explain.

"When me and my girlfriends hang at the mall, we meet other girls, from the public schools."

From her uniform, I knew Inga was in a private school, probably religious, Catholic if I had to guess. She crossed her stockinged legs. Her skirt was close to exposing her panties. "Go on."

"Well, the subject came around to boys, and then to experiences. Who did what, stuff like that. My friends and me came up short compared to what these girls claimed. Anyway, a couple of them said that they'd been initiated, that's what they called it, by a grown up. The father of one of their friends. It wasn't too hard to get them to talk about it, they wanted to brag. One of them slipped and mentioned Annie's name. It didn't take much research to find you. I'm curious, were they telling the truth?"

"None of your business. So, other young women claimed I'd had sex with them?"

"That's the whole point. I'm the skinny loser, the one boys pay no attention to. But if I could get you to make love to me, I'd be a winner."

So much for accidental. Everything Inga did, stripping down to her undies, showering with me, all of it was calculated to get me between her thighs. "Except your mother's rules got in the way."

"And how! I can't believe you let her control you. Didn't the other moms object to you having sex with their daughters?"

The other moms were unaware, before or after, as far as I knew. "I didn't have the chance to clear it with them. The opportunities came up suddenly. Happenstance."

"But Mom came to your house, huh, and warned you away?"

"She was looking out for your welfare. The other moms would have done the same, if they'd been asked."

"So if I'd shown up one day, not for a ministry, but just as a visitor, and I'd taken off my clothes, would you have done it?"

I shrugged. "It wasn't that blatant. No one ever showed up at my door and volunteered for sex. Like I said, it was accidental." In the back of a minivan. In an art supply closet. In a greenhouse. Come to think of it, in a whole bunch of unusual places.

"After the car crash, we were naked in the decontamination tent. Why didn't you do it then?"

I almost had. Our bodies, slick with soap, rubbing against each other. My cock hardened, then and now. Would it be so bad to let Stephanie see me fuck Inga? Absolutely! "I remembered your mother's words."

"And at the motel"?"

I wasn't going to tell Inga that I'd have been willing to fuck her that night, if she hadn't bolted, Stephanie's rules or not. "You ran off."

"Because I was humiliated. That slut made fun of me. She said we'd done nothing. I took your cock inside, didn't I?"

"Yes you did."

"So, I want to finish what we started. I don't want to be failure."

So that's why my liaison with Norma got Inga so angry. I was Inga's savior but Norma got bragging rights. Inga had serious self-image issues. "You're not. You're a beautiful young lady. Any guy who ignores you is missing out. They're the losers."

"See! You treat me like somebody."

My prick wanted to treat her to eight firm inches, but not here, not now. After all, I had Stephanie's permission when the time was right. "You are somebody. Don't ever forget that."

"So are you. My future lover." She leaned over and kissed me. Warm and needy. My hand fell onto her knee and slid along her thigh. I almost changed my mind. After all, we were on a padded horizontal surface. "So when will we do it? Tonight?"

"Sorry. I'm driving down to see my daughter at school right from here," I said. "We'll talk when I get back."

"When?" she repeated.

I stood up. "I don't know." When we're out of your mother's sight.

She posed, hands behind her back. Her delectable breasts pushed against her blouse. No bra? "The next time a bag of flour explodes on us? Or when we're in a decontamination tent getting sprayed?"

Inga was quick, that's for sure. "Give me a chance to figure it out."

"Okay. But don't make me wait too long." She stood close and put one hand on my hip. The other cruised across to the front of my pants. "Too long."

I gently removed her fingers from my crotch area and held her hand. "You can make that judgment next time we're naked, not before." I kissed her. Sweet lips. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Inga nodded. "I can't wait!"

I gave Stephanie a "thumbs up" towards the one-way mirror. In a few seconds, she was through the door, hugging her daughter.

"Are you better, baby?" Stephanie mouthed a silent "thank you" over Inga's shoulder. Was it thanks for not fucking her, or getting her out of a perceived depression.

I decided Stephanie wasn't very skilled as a therapist.

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The drive downstate took longer due to my rental beater and traffic and construction. Way longer. My stop at Stephanie's office didn't help either. Annie was in the foyer of her dorm building.

"Hi, Daddy." Annie threw her arms around me.

I enjoyed the warm greeting and the feel of her breasts against my chest. Had they grown since the last time she was home on break? Although I wasn't intent on sleeping with her, the idea gave me a pleasant shiver. "Hi, baby."

"What's that piece of shit you're driving?"

I gave an abbreviated explanation of my accident, leaving out the part about fondling Inga naked in the decontamination tent. "Sorry I'm late."

"Some young girl in need of your services?" Her hand slipped between us and slid past my dick. If it hadn't grown at the thought of sex, it definitely responded to her touch.

"You know me so well. That, plus construction and traffic. What's on the agenda? Do they have parent events?"

"They did, three hours ago. You didn't miss anything. Speeches, tours, the showbiz spin from the administration. They're about to begin a building fund drive and want to put their best foot forward. I could give them a program that would fund two buildings," she stroked my dick again, "but I don't think they'd go along."

I pictured a four-color brochure, advertising a funding drive where you'd pay to have sex with a coed. No, definitely not. "So what's an old guy to do on campus, if the events are over and your building fund idea is a non-starter?" I didn't have to let Annie know I was horny. She knew that was my persistent condition.

"I'm taking you to dinner for your birthday, and then you'll get your present." She winked.

"Ah yes, my birthday." Harriett gave me this trip to see Annie as birthday gift. "You remembered."

"Kind of hard to forget, with Mommy sending me countdown email messages. Three weeks, two weeks, one week. Since when did Mommy get so Internet proficient?"

"Her new job I guess." She never emails me.

"You don't need reminding because you always remember my birthday."

That was true. Hard to forget the Ides of March. My stomach growled. "So where are we going for dinner?"

"Tropical Circle Bar and Grill. Best place in town. Nothing too good for my Daddy."

Town was an overstatement. More like a glorified strip mall but very old. The second best place was a fast food joint. We walked to the restaurant because everything was within walking distance. The place was almost empty at five o'clock. Maybe business picked up for the late dinner crowd, with truckers tired of burgers and subs.

A college student approached our table, a white apron around his waist. "Annie, long time. This your dad?"

"Yeah. Dad, this is -" She paused, clearly at a loss for his name.

"Brad." He didn't extend his hand, thank goodness. He wasn't my daughter's date, just a waiter.

"Right," said Annie. "Bring us a couple of Tropical Storms. You'll love it."

I nodded, because I'd been given no choice. While we sat, I quizzed Annie about her courses. Every answer was, "It's okay," or "Fine," or "Feels like a review from high school." Evidently, the academics weren't very challenging. I had been convinced that a more elite school with higher standards would have been a better choice, but Harriett wanted her baby within driving distance. Funny how, with Harriett's employment and travel, she wasn't home enough to see Annie or come down to see her. This trip was only possible because of Harriett's requirement.

While I pursued a conversation with Annie, a coed stopped momentarily at our table. A short brunette with a boyish haircut. Kind of cute. "Hi, Annie." In my direction, she said, "See you later." Then she was gone.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"One of my g-friends." Annie was casual, almost flippant.

I hadn't gotten two words out when a second coed stopped by. This one was a redhead with shoulder-length hair and freckled skin. Same "Hello" and the same promise of "See you later." The third was a tall blonde, very Scandinavian. Completely hot. Blood pumped hard to my cock for this one.
The fourth was also blonde but medium height, bigger tits and a ponytail. The fifth was a curly haired brunette, a bit stockier with wide hips.

When we were finally alone, I asked, "So, what's with the parade?" More like models on a runway. "They all friends of yours?"

"Yeah. There's an evening event where you'll see them again." Annie choked back a laugh.

I could tell my daughter was up to something. "I thought all of the parent weekend events were over."

"All but one. A special one."

Brad delivered our food orders. Annie teased me by deep throating her bratwurst after it sufficiently cooled. I focused on a strip steak that tasted like my steer had walked from San Francisco to New York City.

"How about a private tour of campus?" Annie hooked her arm through mine.

"Sounds good. A walk will help me digest. You know, a really good restaurant here would be a money-maker."

"Great idea. Why don't you open one? Then, after it makes a mint, in three years, I'll graduate and you can sell it. Or give it to me as a graduation present."

It was my turn to laugh. I'd never make it as a restaurant owner. "Is that what you'd like to do? Food service management?" We followed a blacktop path that wound among the classrooms and administration buildings.

"I don't know. Sheesh, I'm just a freshman. The university doesn't require me to declare until end of next year."

Annie's phone played the theme from The Lone Ranger. Odd ring tone. I only heard her half of the conversation. "Hi. You psyched?" "Huh?" "So? You don't have to be there do you?" "Are you sure?" "You will? Great!" She snapped her phone shut. "Minor change of plans but no biggie. It'll be okay." Her expression didn't say 'okay.' It showed anxiety.

I changed the topic from academics. "So, how are activities?" I explicitly didn't ask about dating or anything like that. If Annie was fucking the football team, I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"The girls are cool, but there's a drought of hot guys. Lots of loners and geeks who don't know what end is up."

I pictured some anonymous coed on all fours, and a faceless geek walking in a circle around her, clueless about the opportunities for a blowjob or doggy style penetration. "How's your roommate? Do you two get along?"

"She's a little up-tight, but better than most. She went home with her folks for the rest of the weekend." The Lone Ranger theme sounded again. "Excuse me." Annie took a few steps away. "Hi, how is it?" "Who'd you get?" "No, not her. She's so -" "Are you sure she'll go along?" "Like what?" "Good idea. Later." Annie seemed more upbeat after this conversation. "See, I told you things would work out."

"What would?"

"Wait and see." Annie directed us past and named every building on campus, the five-dollar tour. "Time to go back to the dorm."

I read my watch in the streetlamp light. Including the dinner and the long walk, we'd been out a couple of hours. "You said there was an event?"

"Uh huh. Special for parents with birthdays today." Annie kissed my cheek as I reached for the front door to her building.

Annie's room was on the second floor. The hallway was deserted. Her hand fondled the doorknob. "You still do word games, right?" she asked.

"You mean puns? Only if I get credit, of course." Credit. Course. It was a bit forced, but fit the locale.

She didn't react to the example but seemed delighted. "Goodie! You remember all the girls who stopped by our table?"

What breathing male couldn't? "Uh huh."

"Well, they're all participating in your birthday celebration. You should have a lot of fun!" And with a flourish and a wiggle of hips, she was gone.

Alone, I glanced around. The room accommodated two. One side was quite plain, almost generic. Annie's decorating job exploded from the other side. Enlarged photos of her girlfriends adorned the wails. Not one of any male student. Scattered papers on her tiny desk. Her twin bed, made for a change.

A familiar brunette coed entered Annie's room wearing a baseball cap and jersey. The uniform came to her upper thigh exposing nice legs. It was impossible to tell what was underneath, if anything. She wore sneakers. Oh yes, and she held a baseball and miniature bat. Was the bat a weapon or a sexual aid?

"My name is Babe Ruthie. You're Annie's dad?"

It was important to ask lest she end up half dressed with some other student's father. "Yes, you stopped by our table at dinner."

She thunked the side of her head with her hand, tilting the ball cap askew. "No duh. I get confused sometimes. Like when guys talk about how far they got with a girl on a date. Do you understand it?"

Now I was unclear on the concept. "For example?

She came closer. "Like, what does getting to first base mean?"

Wasn't it feeling up a date through her bra? Now that she'd asked, I wasn't sure. Guys had used those phrases when I was growing up but no one ever had the balls to ask what they meant. Which probably meant that everyone had his or her own personal definition.

Ruthie continued her rant. "They all say different stuff. One guy told me that second base was putting his cock in my pussy. Shit, if that's true, what's third base? Not that I didn't want to fuck him."

I was startled at the language and the frankness. This was way more than I needed to know. "Really?"

Ruthie wasn't done. "Another guy said second base was touching my boobs inside by bra without me taking it off. What's with that?"

"Guys are strange. I feel your frustration." If I played my cards right, I expected I'd be feeling more than her frustration. After all, Annie wouldn't fix me up with a present that wouldn't put out, would she? I invented an illogical answer on the spot. "I think there's a constant and a variable."

"What does that mean?" She scratched at her head with the bat. The jersey came up higher on her thighs, but exposed nothing.

I had no idea, so I made something up. "I mean, maybe couples do the same thing at each base, but with greater intimacy." I didn't want to be too pushy and scare her off.

"You talk funny." She dropped the bat and ball and then pushed at me with an open hand.

Time to break the ice. "But it has to start withy kissing, right?"

"Kissing isn't a base. At least, none of my dates said it was."

"But that's where the base running starts. It's the warm up circle. Let me show you." I pulled her close.

She tilted her head, a willing gesture. Her lips were soft and warm, then firm and unrelenting. She came up for breath. "I think there has to be touching, or it's just making out."

"Where?" I asked.

"Up here." She ran her hands over her tits, high on her chest. "All the guys want to touch me there."

So did I. Given the opportunity, I didn't hesitate. I covered her player numbers with my hands. She held my face and pushed her face to mine. Her lips pulsed, seeking response. I kissed back with as much technique as I had, kind of a silent hum. Her grip remained firm and so did my dick. She gasped for breath when she pulled back. "Yes. First base is definitely kissing and touching." Her face was flush. "So what's second base?"

I paused to construct the proper response. One of my buddies had used it to describe getting inside his dates blouse and feeling up her breasts. Was it outside or inside her bra? I couldn't recall.

Ruthie offered one possibility. "Maybe it means taking off our tops and kissing. Kissing is the constant and how we're dressed is the variable."

Ruthie wasn't stupid after all, and she wasn't shy. She was already unbuttoning her jersey. I stood like a statue. Damn, no bra, breasts the size and shape of, I kid you not, baseballs, with a wide gap in between. Below, she wore an ill-fitting man's jock strap. "You too. We should match."

I took off my shirt never taking my eyes off her round self-supporting breasts. "So second base is kissing and touching without shirts?" I answered by actions, putting my hands on the rounded curve of her chest and returning to kissing. Her nipples firmed as I explored the front surfaces.

She danced in place. I was also having difficulty standing still. My prick ached for contact.

"Wow, that's half way?" she asked.

"Around the bases." And perhaps into her pants. Jock strap, I mean.

"So then third base must be kissing bottomless." She slid the jockstrap down her thighs over her hips. Her pussy was flat with a crease. Bare of hair.

I dropped my pants and jockeys. She gasped at the sight but wasn't scared or she wouldn't have taken my erection in hand. I countered her move by cupping her pussy mound, my middle finger along the crease. We kissed, but the position was awkward for both of us. I had to bend a bit to kiss her and rub my finger up and back. She pumped her hand, affecting her balance. As the tip of my prick rubbed against the circle of her thumb and index finger, I pressed my finger deeper, hitting a moist layer of soft flesh. Her body was beginning to slump, so I held her up with my free arm. That put her naked body against mine, but made me lean even further. I couldn't sustain the kissing.

"I need to sit down," I announced. The edge of the bed was the closest, and softer than the desk chair.

"Me too." Ruthie say down on my thighs, legs spread, facing me. "Have you ever hit a home run?"

"Oh yes, many times." If she meant fucking.

"Annie says you know how to use your bat." Her fist returned to caressing my cock.

"I've stroked a few out of the park." I played with her breasts and nipples, to make the fondling mutual. My dick was thumping against her crotch.

"We're going to have to be very careful." She rose up and placed me against her slit. Then she lowered herself a bit, making sure I stayed on target. "Just take it easy until I get used to it. Most of the guys I've dated were in a slump."

I got the picture. "You want to take a few practice swings?"

"Sure." She barely dipped.

What kind of practice swing was that? I held her hips and tugged. She took a couple of inches. "How's that?"

"Ooh, you've got good wood." She joined in the action. Each bounce took me deeper. She grimaced but I attributed it to pleasure. "You've got a smooth stroke."

"So I've been told." I repeated my thrusts, inching closer to the full depth of her cunt.

At full penetration, she ground against me. "You scored," she growled.

"That's an accurate description."

"I wish we could fuck," she said.

The bouncing hadn't stopped. What were we doing, baking cookies? "Aren't we?"

"Oh yeah, we're doing it, but we can't go all the way. I asked to be your present, but Annie said that I wasn't good enough."

I lifted and dropped her. "You're doing just fine." I continued my lubricated assault when Ruthie stood up. My prick popped from her pussy. "What's wrong?"

"I can't make you cum or Annie will kill me. We'd better stop before I get carried away." She grabbed her jersey and jock strap. The hat had stayed on her head the entire time.

My pulsing prick stood erect, unattended. Carried away, fucking, was exactly what I wanted. What did Annie want? "So what am I supposed to do now?" I was damned if I was going to masturbate with a naked and willing sex partner in the room. "Come back here. I haven't struck out with you, have I?"

"There's another girl in the on deck circle." Ruthie buttoned her top.

Ruthie had a nice behind, and nice tits. What was wrong with this one? We were on track for both of us to achieve satisfaction. "Somebody else? But I like you."

"Thanks. You're pretty awesome yourself. Maybe we can get together, when Annie isn't in charge."

A knock on the door confirmed the possibility, maybe even the fact, of a second girl. "Who's that?"

"The next girl. I don't know many there are." Ruthie's ass jiggled as she scampered from the room as my dick waved goodbye.

Annie stuck her head in. "Time's up. You didn't finish did you? Cum, I mean?"

"Nope." No thanks to you.

"Good." Annie's smile was evil.

"Not good." My cock ached. "You want to come over here and-"

This time Annie's phone played the first six chords of some hip hop song I'd never heard before, with a generic beat. "Yo, what's up?" "Who?" "She is? Did she say why?" A long pause. "Really? I've got to talk to her. Have her wait with Bets." "I know, but she might be better." Annie tucked the phone in her pocket. "You're very popular you know that?"

With Annie's former classmates and now, some of her current ones. "I have my fans."

"Speaking of which, you have another visitor."

"Someone I can fuck?"

Annie chuckled and disappeared around the frame. Another coed entered. I recognized Red from the restaurant. So I was going to be visited by all of them?

The outfit didn't match but the intent was clear. She was dressed as a firefighter - white hardhat, yellow slicker and black boots. The hardhat was construction without the long back brim and the boots were tall enough but fur-trimmed.

With a second costumed coed, the pattern was confirmed. I'd face a series of beauties, word play and sex play enabled. Annie had departed, leaving me alone with this public servant. "Where's the fire?" I asked.

"I'm responding to an alarm," she said.

I was still naked from Babe Ruthie. Red didn't seem to mind. Nor be shocked. "Are you alarmed at the size of my cock?"

She stepped closer. "No, I'm used to handing long hoses." She knelt down and took me in her grasp. Her lips surrounded the head, first kissing, then slurping.

So this one enjoyed word play as much as I did. "You should find the hot spot and care for it."

"Maybe you can help me locate it." She stood up popped the snaps of her slicker. Under it she wore a fire engine red bra and panties, the lacy translucent kind. Did I mention she was a natural redhead? She tossed her hat on the bed next to me and shook her flaming locks loose. "I'll need your hose to put out my fire."

"But I don't see any smoke or flames."

She dragged a single finger up her panties, pressing hard enough to make a lasting crease. "It's smoldering right here."

"Isn't me putting out your fire role reversal?"

She turned around and dropped her panties. "If you'd prefer reversal-" As she bent over, her hairy pussy introduced itself. With no hesitation she backed up, spread her legs and directed my dick to her pussy. "This is no hose. This is a fire pole."

Like in a fire station, she slid down. She was looser than Babe Ruthie. With no trouble, I bottomed out. Perhaps I could finish with Red what Ruthie had started, if I was quicker. "Ummmm, that's it, work that hose."

I directed her hips but she cooperated fully. She moaned and bounced against me. This was pure pleasure.

My cock was throbbing. "Hoses spurt, you know." Our thighs slapped.

"You have to tell me before that happens."

"Why?" I held her hips as I slammed all the way in. Time was the enemy.

"Christ, not so hard. Because I'm not the girl designated to take you over the top. Damn it, fuck me."

She was more than willing for sex, and maybe willing to break Annie's rule. "What about that fire of yours?"

She lifted and dropped on my dick, with deep breathy sighs. As I humped, Red's cunt tightened. This was the opposite of what I'd experienced with every other sex partner I'd had. "What are you doing?"

"I've been building up my muscles. Put your hands on my stomach."

I slid my hands from her hips, my fingers spread around her navel.

"Now feel this."

And I did. A constriction of her cunt, trapping by dick. Which meant a halt to our humping. And no friction. My cock swelled against the pressure so I didn't deflate. However the fucking was at a complete standstill. I was too horny to sit with my dick in a flesh vise. One hand moved surreptitiously down her belly. A fingertip explored her fleshy gap.

"Uhhhhh." Her muscles loosened a bit. I restarted my fucking engine. She constricted but I kept up the attention to her clit. Her physiology had no defense. My other hand grabbed a breast and tweaked a nipple. Her movements became more vigorous. I reached up for her other breast. Her body was closer to mine. I kissed her back because it was available. She turned her head. "You're the best."

"I try." I was trying hard to push us both over the edge.

"I'll call your dick Avis 'cause it tries harder." She rose up and dropped onto my cock. "I love this, but we can't finish. Well, at least you can't."

"So I've been told." I kept fucking. Maybe the conversation would distract her. "Do you want to stop? You have some fire to get to?"

The pile driving was working. "Hell, no, but yes. I'll have to find some plebe who needs practice."

"Are you sure? Because I'm getting close to dousing that fire-"

"God, you're awesome. But I told you. Annie didn't pick me-" As quickly as she'd taken me in, she stood and faced me. Pop went the penis. "Annie would have my head." My cock yearned to be buried in a mouth in someone's head, or better yet their cunt. Red rubbed a breast with one hand, her pussy with the other. "I'm still hot, and you're not finished yet. Damn her anyway." She gathered up her things. When she bent down to collect her panties from the floor, her split cunt winked at me through matted red fuzz. She spun around and fell to her knees. "Happy birthday, Daddy." A quick kiss of my dick and then my lips, and she was gone.

My prick lurched. That was way too quick. In just a few more minutes, I would have cum inside Red. Why couldn't I finish up with her, recuperate, and still have my gift, whoever that was? Probably Annie herself. I looked at my moist erection. Two sexual interactions but no satisfaction? What was Annie doing? A cold sweat hit me. I pulled my jockeys on and threw a sheet over my legs. Maybe Annie was punishing me, giving me a sample of females who would tease me and keep me erect for hours, but never let me ejaculate. Had I done something wrong? A faint knock announced a cautious visitor. Who this time? "Come in." Hopefully the girl I'm scheduled to cum in.

The door opened in slow motion. "Hello?"

"Yes, come on in."

The feathered cap, green vest and miniature bow and arrow screamed Sherwood Forest. Below, matching skirt in green velour over a green leotard clinging to wide hips. The most outstanding thing, literally, were her breasts. They stuck out at right angles to her body. Although the vest covered the fronts, the sides of her two salami-shaped tits were in clear view. How could they stand out that way?

"I'm here for the play rehearsal. Hey, you're undressed."

I dragged my eyes from her tits to her face. This one was Hispanic with wide-set eyes, up-turned up nose and thicker than normal lips. I hadn't met her at the restaurant. A ringer, or some coed who wandered into the wrong room. "Who sent you?"

"Claudia. Actually, she's my roommate. She was going to try out for this part. She got called away so she told me to come."

So she wanted to cum? I wanted to, worse than she ever could, so I played along. Which one was Claudia, anyway? No matter, she'd sent a substitute. The inadequate vest, tit flesh leaking out both sides when she pulled it tight to hide her cleavage, meant Claudia wasn't as developed. Tights that were stretched to the limit around her thighs, so tight I could count goose bumps meant that Claudia was thinner. Both paid testimony to her borrowing Claudia's outfit with no time to tailor it. "Sorry I didn't know when to expect you. I was just relaxing."

"Aren't you too old to be a student?"

This one wasn't in on the gag. Clueless. "I'm a visiting lab instructor." Sex lab.

"Oh okay. I hope I won't disappoint you. I'm not very good at acting."

Audition? Acting? Okay, then it was time to direct. "You're in good hands." Hopefully, those tits would be, soon.

"Claudia said you'd help me with the lines. You know, prompt me. There was no time to memorize them."

"No problem. Be extemporaneous. I'll guide you." And my prick between those chubby thighs. "Do you understand the nature if the play?

"Something about meade and evil?"

Oh Lord. A dimwit. "Medieval. Ancient times. You look like you're dressed to be one of Robin Hood's merry men. Who are you?"

"Anita. Oh you mean- I remember now - I'm Robbing Hood."

"Don't you mean Robin Hood?"

"Did I get it wrong already? I'm sorry." Anita hung her head, giving her a perfect view of her cleavage. "Claudia walked through the scene with me before she ran off to the stables. Gosh I'm so stupid. I've forgotten all of it. Aren't you supposed to be in costume, like tights or a robe or something?"

I ignored her direct question. "How about if I coach you through the scene?" This ditz thought we were practicing for a play. Maybe I could convince her to play with me.

"Great!" She clasped her hands in front, which squeezed her forthright breasts even further out.

"Let me set the scene. Robin Hood lived in Sherwood Forest. He stole from the rich and gave to the poor. His band of merry men -"

"Married men?"

"No merry. Happy?"

"Oh, okay." Anita hung on my every word. Her forward posture exposed a beckoning cleavage.

I ripped my gaze from her chest to her face. "Anyway he gathered them onto his team one at a time. "

"I'm on a team. Basketball."

"That's good. An actress needs to be athletic." How did she prevent her tits from giving her black eyes as she dribbled down the court? "One of the first was Little John-"

"Darn, now I remember. I got it backwards. I'm Little Joan."

Massive Joan was more like it. "Much better. I'll be Robin Hood. We'll practice the scene where Robin and Little John, uh, Joan first meet."

"That's me, Little Joan." She pulled her shoulders back. Those tits were ready to burst free. "So how did they meet?"

Naked in a hot tub. Some clerk assigned them the same hotel room. They sat in adjacent seats on an airplane. "In Sherwood Forest at a river. A tree had fallen across the water making a natural bridge from shore to shore. But the two were on opposite sides. And they both wanted to cross at the same time."

She nodded vigorously. Her tits shook side-to-side threatening to escape from the tightly held vest. "So did they take turns crossing or what?"

"No. Their egos wouldn't allow them to act weak. And both were stubborn. Neither one wanted to yield."

"Sounds like men. No offense."

"None taken. So they fought with quarterstaffs-"

"What?"

"Quarterstaffs were long sticks like broom handles. In this scene, they used them as weapons, to knock each other off the tree trunk into the water." I could only imagine Anita in a wet t-shirt contest.

"Men are always so macho. So we're supposed to fight?"

"Play fighting." And maybe some real life frolicking.

She looked around the room for props. As she turned and bent over to pick up the baseball bat Babe Ruthie had dropped, I saw the back of her outfit. The skirt was tied on, not big enough to go all the way around Anita's waist. The undersized tights revealed that Anita had skipped panties. A plump pussy showed though the tightly stretched material, bracketed by hefty but nicely shaped cheeks. Anita turned back and stood up. I got a side shot of one of her gravity-defying breasts. "How about this?"

"That would hurt, even with play acting. You see, the only thing I have that's long and stiff is-" I pulled the sheet from my groin area.

"Wow! You're enormous."

"Just wait." I pulled down my jockeys. No point in beating around the bush, especially if I was going to split her bush. "This can be my stick."

"Oh my god. You're showing me your penis." She covered her eyes.

"It's just a play." If I could only get her to play with me.

She peeked. "Are they all so big?"

"All the better to make a good weapon." By her behavior, she might be a sex partner but not Annie's designated cum partner. Perhaps Claudia was. No, Annie wouldn't have substituted this novice. "Face me." Have you ever touched one?"

She clasped her hands. 'Oh, I couldn't."

"Use your hand as your weapon in place of a stick. Try it. Like a sword fight."

She thumped her open hand against my dick. It stiffened with the impact. "This isn't fair. I could just grab it." And she did. Her hand didn't stroke me but she must have felt the pulse. She smiled.

"It likes your touch." A little up and down wouldn't hurt.

"Oh my goodness. It's getting harder. And bigger."

It wasn't. Perhaps the throbbing gave the illusion. "Is mine the first one you've seen?"

She nodded never taking her eyes or hand off it. "I've felt one press against me when I slow danced. One guy put my hand on his once." She let go as if the heat burned her.

"Your hand isn't going to work. So what will you use in our joust?"

She pointed towards the door. "I can go get a mop?"

"That'd not fair. You could hurt me real bad with a wooden pole."

She stammered, never taking her eyes off my bobbing cock. "I could get a mop and a broom."

I shook my head. "Throw back your shoulders."

The vest strained to keep her tits confined. The valley between them was deep and inviting. "Maybe you have a body part you could use."

"You mean these?" She put her hands under her breasts without taking them out of the vest. They were already uplifted and didn't need her support.

"That would be fairer. We have to get them at the same height." We tried a variety of positions standing and sitting and kneeling. "Kneel down," I directed. She did, putting her face close to my dick. If I wanted a blowjob, that was perfect. "Too low." I grabbed a chair. "Sit here." Still wrong. That kept her chest and my dick at the same height. "Kneel on the bed." I stood before her, her chest and my cock approximately lined up. "Perfect, see?" I moved forward and poked her chest with my erection.

"It's leaking."

"Then we'd better not get your costume stained. Open the vest."

"But that might expose my boobies."

Like they weren't falling out the sides. "I've seen a woman's breasts before."

"But not mine." Still, she unbuttoned the wooded buttons. This time my forward motion put my dick snack into her deep cleavage. "Right on target. So now we joust, my penis against your breasts." I assumed a deep bravado. "I am Robin Hood, defender of the poor and weak. Let me pass."

Joan giggled. "I thought you said piss." She cleared her throat. "I am Little Joan of Sure Wood Forest." Anyone seeing Joan tumbling out of her vest would certainly get a woody. "Back off and let me cross."

"One of us will continue and one of us will get wet." The top of my prick was already moist in anticipation. "Take that." I lunged forward aiming my dick at the center of her cleavage.

"You're not so tough. Back at you." Hardly the proper language, but who cared? She pushed her chest forward. The lapels of the vest slid to the side as the gap in the middle widened.

I grunted and jabbed again but this time I held her breasts at the sides. They were as firm as salamis.

"Would Robin and Little Joan have been touching each other's quarterstaffs?" she asked.

"Probably not." I kept my hands full. "But your breasts need to act like a weapon. They're not cooperating on their own."

Joan pushed my hands away and pressed the outsides of her tits. The nipples made a brief appearance at the edge of her lapels. "Better?"

"Much." I poked at the tightened gap. Precum lubricated the valley. My dick slipped up in between.

"Do I have any other lines? Are we doing it right?"

Hadn't anyone ever tit fucked this girl? Amazing! "Perfect. Keep it up." I held my ground slipping my prick up and down her flesh valley. The vest material slid spoiling her grip. "Maybe you should get rid of get vest."

"Did Robin and Little John, uh Joan, get undressed?"

"Yes, and so should we, for realism. They took their shirts off."

"Okay." Joan slid the vest from her shoulders. A miracle of nature - fat cylindrical tits jutting straight out, succulent, begging for attention. Large dark areola capped them. She was averse to my touch but I was determined to fuck them until I came.

Joan's grip on her tits loosened. My thrusts went awry to the sides. "Some fighter you are. You can't even handle a quarterstaff. Like this." I violated her rule by pressing her breasts together. My thumbs reached in to stimulate her nipples. My thrusts were more urgent. I needed a release from an orgasm more than anything.

Joan dropped her chin to watch. I thrust higher, touching her lower pouty lip with my cock. She startled but didn't shift her position. So I did it again. Oh God, please let her open her mouth. My prayer was answered. Her jaw dropped and the tip glanced over her bottom lip and teased her tongue. I strained to go further. Her lips closed on my cock with each pullback. It was heaven.

And then I felt teeth. Instinct took over. I pushed her with a sharp shove. She landed on her back, legs spread, the skirt flipped up on her stomach. The green rights were stretched taut over her crotch. At the junction of her thighs, the material was darker and damp. She was excited although probably not as urgently as me.

I fell forward, aiming my face at her pussy. I slurped at the damp spot. Joan groaned. I nibbled at the material to eat a hole that would give me flesh-to-flesh access to her cunt. I mouthed her labia as the material slipped away from my oral grasp. I poked my tongue and pushed the material up into her. Joan hips were lifting. She was muttering something but I paid no attention to anything but her target zone. I cradled her ass in my hands probing and biting to breach the barrier. Joan's hands came down on the back of my head, limiting my mobility. I kept up my tongue attack but that organ wasn't effective ripping the fabric. Whoever accused me of having a sharp tongue was dead wrong.

Joan's movement and sound made it clear she was getting her jollies. What about me?

"Oh god! I want to be in this play!" cried Joan. "Fuck Claudia."

If Claudia had shown up, I would have. Those damn tights! I sat back on my haunches. Then it dawned on me. Why don't I ask her to take them off? I felt so stupid. My anxiety and urgency overrode my common sense. Of course, just ask her to disrobe. She'd done everything else I'd asked. What was I thinking with, my dick? Precisely. "Let's get those tights off, shall we?"

"Did Robin Hood and Little John take off their pants?" she asked.

God, she's dumb as rocks. "Yes, after they both fell off the log-"

"They did? Both of them?"

"Uh huh. They wore animal hide skins that had to be dried in the sun."

Joan raised her legs and pulled the mauled garment from her hips and thighs. I slid them the rest of the way down to her feet and then off. Still spread-eagle, Joan was wide-eyed staring at my dick. "So nobody really won the joust?" she asked.

"In a way, they both did. They laughed at their mutual dunking."

Joan forced a laugh. "So they became friends?"

"Yes, very good friends. Robin offered Little John membership in his band." I resumed my play voice. "And now, I will receive you into my merry band with a special ceremony." I crawled up between her legs, positioned for entry. "Remember how to hold a weapon?"

She grasped my penis.

"Good, now I will anoint you with my sword as your reward."

"For losing?"

How was her mind still on the fictitious play? I'd cheated and pushed her over. Just like Robin had done to Little John. Or was it the other way around? No matter. Little Joan was spread like a buffet for me to feast on. But I'd had enough of mouth on cunt. "For being a good sport and joining my band of merry men. We have our roles in this life. I give to the poor and I take from the rich. You're rich with sexual energy. Accept this-" I glided forward as she held onto my prick for dear life"-my scepter of membership."

Her instincts were good, as she guided me into her cunt. She moaned, deep from her belly. "Oh god, my first penis."

The path into her vagina was unblocked. Must have been previously occupied by something. She wasn't that tight for a first dick, but good enough for my purpose. Relief.

"This is so much better than that dildo thing." Joan's breathing got quicker. "It's so warm." Her hips moved in unpredictable ways. A jerk sideways almost losing penetration. A spasm up, then no movement.

Anita may have used a plastic penis before but exhibited had no sexual rhythm. I bet she'd never reached orgasm. If we'd synchronize our movements, I'd cum in an instant.

"How's it going?" Annie called from the doorway. She'd appeared from nowhere.

Wasn't it obvious?

"What the fuck are you doing?' shouted Annie. "Stop that!"

"Why?" I barked. "My cock has never been so bloated. I need relief."

"You mean cumming? Inside me?" asked Joan.

"Anything wrong with me climaxing?" I wanted a straight answer, straight into some woman's cunt. Anita's was doing just fine.

Annie, our audience, answered. "Yes. I mean, no. Eventually. But not yet. And not with her."

"Why not her?" I asked.

"Yeah, why not me?" Anita writhed beneath me whimpering. With a willing, enthusiastic partner like Anita, I could blow any minute.

"Stop before you lose it." Annie's tone was sharp. "Get off before you get off and spoil the whole plan."

I knew not to cross my daughter when she got this way. It took all of my willpower, or won't power, to sit back, free of Anita's pubic clutches. My cock made a sloppy exit.

Anita raised her head, leaning on her stiffened arms. "Is that it? Am I a member now? I'm still horny."

"So am I." I waved my prick in front of her, as evidence. "Rules are rules. You know Annie."

"I don't know her at all." Anita turned her head to face the doorway. "Hi, I'm Anita, Claudia's roommate." She looked me in the eye. "Put it back in. I need more practice!"

It wasn't fair to Anita. She was one of Annie's pawns. I dropped my mouth onto Anita's cunt, this time bare. I licked her slit, probed with my tongue and nibbled where I expected her clit to be. Anita shook, then stiffened, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. One cleansing breath and she sank into the mattress. "Wow! I had no idea."

Of course not. I was happy to help. Now, who was going to help me?

Anita sat up. Her breasts stood straight out. What chest muscles she had. "When can we practice again?"

Annie offered Anita a helping hand off the floor. "He'll let you know. Now get dressed and let the next, uh, actress have her turn."

"I thought Claudia had the part, I was just filling in. Is this a competitive audition? 'Cause if so, I can do better. Can I try the lines again?"

Anita had sampled my part. She didn't want the lines. She wanted my prick buried deep inside. Funny, I wanted the same thing, in her, or at that point, any female. Fuck the surprise. "Tell me, how was I? Will I get the part? Or is my audition for Claudia? Oh I hope not."

"You were delicious!" I kissed Anita hard on the lips while pulling at her nipples. She moaned and practically melted at my feet. In that position, she'd have another chance at my prick in her mouth. Oops, teeth - bad idea. Anita dawdled, as if not leaving would allow us to shack up again.

"Anita, there's someone waiting to see my dad. Wait in Bet's room, if you want." Annie pointed right. "End of the hall."

"Oh, sure." Anita slipped on her vest and held the skirt and tights in front of her crotch. I watched her ass jiggle as she departed.

"Now what?" I asked. My prick floated stiff from my groin. This was torture. "What are you planning?"

"Just save yourself for the big surprise. It's worth the wait." Annie put her hands on her hips. "They're supposed to tease you, not fuck you. It's too dangerous."

Annie left me alone. I sat on the bed listening to my ragged breath. These aborted sessions were more strenuous than a stress test. I'd had one of those after post-Thanksgiving indigestion was misdiagnosed as a possible heart issue. I pulled the sheet across my groin in an act of false modesty. How many young women had seen me naked and erect? Too many but one too few- the one who was destined to share an orgasm with me. Or at least give me one.

So who walks in? A curly haired nurse. At least intending on giving that impression. White starched hat, white bra with red crosses on each cup, white panties and stockings with garter belt and white sneakers. The requisite black bag was in her grasp. Perfect! A medical practitioner to bring me relief from my pain and anguish.

"I'm Nurse McHottie. I heard someone needed medical assistance."

I never thought of orgasm deprival as a medical condition but I was sure enough suffering. This was my angel of mercy, the human receptacle of my ejaculation. "That's me. I'm suffering from some swelling that won't go down." Oh please, be the one.

She stepped close, within reach if I was of a mind to. "Where is the swelling?" She toyed with the stethoscope hanging around her neck. As she shifted her weight her milky tits undulated within her bra.

I predicted that her boobs would be hangers once freed from bondage. I slid the sheet from my crotch. "Right here."

"Holy shit!" She gawked, open mouth and tottered as a precursor to falling.

I stood and grabbed her arms before she hit the floor. Unable to hold her upright, I spun her around and sat her on the bed. We'd swapped places. "Are you okay?"

Now she was breathing hard. Beads of sweat ran down her face and into a deep cleavage. "I'm so embarrassed. Here I was coming to assist you and I'm the one requiring assistance. Your physiology is quite - overwhelming."

Hadn't Annie described me to all of them? Wait until it's sliding in and out of your cunt. "Maybe you have a fever."

"Can you check?"

"Sure." I put my lips on her forehead, just like my mother had done, and Harriett had done with Annie. The view down her bra was extraordinary. My prick lurched as her breast flesh rippled. "I think you're fine." I meant that two ways.

"Maybe you should take my internal temperature."

"Do you have a thermometer?" The thought of sliding a small glass tube up her ass was intriguing.

"No. but you can check with something more sensitive than your lips."

"I can? Using what?"

She fingers traced the length of my penis. "With this." She laid back and slid off her panties. In anticipation of this moment she'd put her garter belt on first. "Go ahead. See if I'm hot."

There was no doubt. Annie had warned me against fucking, but this young woman was so willing and I was overly excited. I climbed on top of her and lowered my hips. She did the actual honors. "All the way in and leave it there."

I followed her directions reluctantly. The last thing I needed was the feel of firm cunt flesh against my dick without friction. I wanted to fuck, not merely penetrate.

She bore down, gripping my cock with her vaginal muscles. "Am I burning up?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I answered. I kissed her. Still no movement. I nibbled the exposed parts of her tits.

"I think in getting hotter. Check my nipples."

I pulled her bra cups down since I couldn't reach the hook on the back. Her tits sagged to the sides. I tested one nipple with my mouth. It hardened with minimal suckling. I gave the other nipple the same treatment. McHottie's hips jerked. "I'm getting worse," she moaned.

"I have the cure." For both of us.

"Then please administer it. Quickly."

I pulled back and rammed her pussy with my full length. "Better?"

"How does that help? You're making me even hotter."

"You'll have to get hotter before you get cooler." I pumped with vigor. This was going to be the climax to the role-plays. I knew it in my head and my prick.

"Is this procedure safe?" she asked.

"Very safe." No one died from sex. At least, no one I ever knew.

"No side effects?"

What was she asking? "Just satisfaction."

"So you've had a vasectomy?"

I stopped in mid stroke. "You're not on the pill?"

"I have a condition that prevents me from using that kind of birth control. You haven't-"

I pulled out.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Nope." I never carry the things, although given the circumstances, that was a bad mistake I would never make again. I straddled her body, prick waving above her. White foam coated her labia, the labia that were intended to bring me to orgasm. Except not so much. "Can we tit fuck?" Her unavoidable breasts made the suggestion obvious.

"Okay, if that's what you want." She sounded disappointed. That made two of us.

I repositioned and pressed the two mounds together to form a valley. My cock slid effortlessly in between. Because of the volume of tits, it was impossible to press hard enough to simulate a vagina. Oh, it felt good, but it wasn't fucking. And I needed fucking. Meanwhile, McHottie acted completely disinterested. This was doing a big nothing for her. She might as well have been reading a magazine.

I stopped my hip motion. "Looks like neither one of us is getting satisfied."

"Sad but true. But there is something you can do for me."

"Sure, what?"

"Get my bag."

I opened the small satchel. Sure enough, it contained an eight-inch vibrator. I held up the penis substitute. "You mean this?"

"Uh huh. It doesn't do much for me, if I operate it. But, if someone uses it on me-"

I slid the plastic rod into where I'd been planted. The switch was on the bottom. A hum and shake verified I'd touched the proper control.

"Mmmm. In and out, just like you're doing."

I varied the speed and depth. Nursie humped, her butt coming off the mattress. "Yes, yes, oh yes."

I pulled back and pressed the buzzing tip against her upper slit.

"Whoa." She lifted off the bed. "Whoa."

Her nipples stiffened within small brown areola. I'd hit the spot literally. I plunged the depths a few more times and repeated the clit treatment. On the third application she grabbed her tits and cried out. At least she'd had an orgasm. I was glad someone was getting her rocks off. Why couldn't it be me? My dick was still hard but unfulfilled.

She sat up breasts dangling. "Did I do any good for you at all?" she asked.

Fat chance, fucking her with a dildo. She hadn't even given me a hand job, more intent on getting her own orgasm. I was wilting. Selfish slut. "No. Not really." I was still horny, just not showing it.

Annie made her expected entrance. I still had the vibrator in hand. "See, that's better."

It wasn't. At least she hadn't witnessed the brief fucking we'd done under the guise of temperature taking.

With breasts hanging over the cups of her bra and pantyless, McHottie departed.

"Ready for another?" Annie stepped aside. A blonde in pigtails slithered around the doorframe. She wore a tied red bandana cradling her breasts and short denim jeans. A leather belt hung askew around her belly, higher on one hip. "Somebody need a house call?"

I didn't bother covering up. All pretense was gone. Every coed visitor was intended as a sex partner. "That's me." Was this my surprise? A tool girl to satisfy my tool?

"I'm Tina. You got a plumbing problem?"

Not me, although perhaps my erect dick yearning for discharge counted. But the role-play didn't start if I didn't play along. "Yeah, I called."

"Let me check." She bent at the waist to rummage through her tool bag. I checked out her ass cheeks beyond the edges if her shirt shorts. Hints of hair at the crotch. "I'm kind if embarrassed."

Because you're falling out of your blouse and your jean shorts are cut higher than your pockets? "Why?"

"Coming to a job without the proper tools."

I'd be forever grateful if she'd let me cum. I hadn't despite all of the visual and tactile simulation. Maybe with Tina the Toolgal, it would be different.

"Normally, I have everything with me. I live for tools. See, I got a screwdriver. I got a hammer."

I longed to screw her, to hammer her pussy until I cream-filled it.

"But somehow, I left the shop without my auger."

"Your what?"

"You know, to clean out a clog."

I didn't want anybody shoving something up my dick. Just the opposite. "Are you sure you don't have it with you?'

"Nope. Check it out."

She bent forward, so I could look into the sling.

"Not inside your shirt?" I knew that was impossible but sometimes completeness beats rationality.

"Nope, not there. See?" She untied the blouse and held it open. Did I ever! A pair of ski slope tits with high pointy nipples.

"That's a nice set of pads. Any tools in your pants?" If not, I was ready to put one there.

I hadn't gotten over her breast display and she was already unzipping her shorts. I could have predicted. No panties with extended labia hanging down. A bed of fine brown hair framed the masterpiece. And I was ready to part that hair with my penis comb.

"No. At least I didn't forget to bring the clog with me. Right here. This is where the clog is." She pulled the skin surrounding her pussy apart. A moist pink love channel.

"I didn't know plumbers got clogs."

"Sometimes. Do you gave a tool to help me?"

It made no difference in our role play that I called her but she had the clog, that she was the plumber but I was supposed to ream her out. It was all pretense, excuses for sex. Fine with me. "Do I ever! How about this auger?" I waved my erection around as if it hadn't been obvious before now.

"Perfect! Have you done this before?"

She must have been kidding. "I've been told I have skills."

"So show me." She climbed onto the bed and perched on all fours. "See the problem?"

I fingered the flesh flaps. "I'm going to make a preliminary investigation." I ran one finger up the middle. Certainly moist enough, but quite tight. "Yes, this is serious. I'll need to get closer to unclog you."

"Oh yes. Please."

I knelt behind her and positioned my cock.

"Let's see how deep your clog is." I pushed forward a couple of inches. "That deep?"

"Mmmmmm. Deeper."

I slid another three inches in. Her pussy throbbed. "Far enough?"

"You're going to have to go all the way."

I slammed forward.

"Oh shit. That's it. Now make sure there are no obstructions."

"How do I do that?" Like I didn't know.

"Like a roto rooter. You know."

I was teasing. I wanted her to ask to make sure this was consensual. I reached around and massaged her tits as I rocked back and firth. Toolgirl had an excellent sense if motion, the opposite of Little Joan. "I hope you're my surprise."

"Why? You like screwing me? You like nailing me?"

When I drove forward she leaned back. We were on the same page. "I do. Oh yes I do."

"Enjoy it while you can, 'cause we'll have to stop soon."

"Noooo!" I picked up the pace. I wanted to add lubricant to Tina's plumbing.

"I'm not the finale. And Annie will have my ass if you cum. Although it might just be worth it." She squeezed her pussy.

As if on cue, Annie returned, making another of her spot checks. "Hey, you two. Cut it out."

I kept fucking the tool girl. No reason to stop. Every reason to shoot my load in this cutie.

"I said stop." Annie was always a bossy sort, nothing like her old man. My tool felt too good to stop. I felt arms surround my chest. I tried to maintain a grip as Annie dragged me away from my partner. My prick popped from the warm pussy sleeve.

This was the last straw. "If there's a big finish, I need it now, okay?" I thought for a split second about throwing Annie onto her bed and fucking her. She'd want to be the center of attention, the grand finale, right? So why the drama?

"You've had enough preparation. Sit there and be patient. I'll go get her."

Her? Not Annie? Then who? Tina left with Annie, but not before blowing me a kiss.

The room and hallway went silent. I scanned the photos Annie had plastered to her wall. Was my gift one of them? This was taking too long. It was rather creepy, sitting naked on Annie's bed, alone. I decided to meet my cum-mate dressed, so we could have the erotic experience of undressing each other. I was just zipping up my fly when a faint knock startled me.

"Annie, I've got a hot date and I wanted to borrow-" She was dark haired in simple bra and panties. Great shape and the face of an angel. "Who are you?"

"Annie's father." I took a step closer. "Something you wanted to borrow?" Like Annie's old man?

"Yes." She pivoted towards the open closet and averted her eyes from me. "One of Annie's outfits. I have this date-"

"You don't have to get dressed up." I was her date, right? "You look marvelous just the way you are." I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you. What are you doing?"

"Admiring a beautiful young woman on my birthday."

"It's your birthday?" She turned her head. Did her eyes dart down for just a second?

"Uh huh. And Annie's friends have been giving me birthday kisses."

She turned half way around. Her chest in profile was lovely, but at this point, I would have screwed a knothole.
"That's not much to ask. For a friend's father." She closed her eyes and puckered.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her urgently, unyielding.

She wasn't of the same mindset and shook her face away. "What are you doing?"

I was over prepared. This one needed time to play out her role. "Have you found something you like?"

She took a simple black dress from the closet. "You like this one?"

"Uh huh. Try it on."

She bunched up the material.

"It will fit smoother without your bra."

"Won't my nipples show?"

"Part of the tease. You do want your date to get excited?" I was past excited, bordering on frantic.

"Okay." She unhooked her bra, facing away. I caught of glimpse of small pointy tits in a mirror. She pulled the dress over her head and down her torso. It was short, leaving the expanse of her legs exposed. "How does it look?"

"Fantastic!"

My hands slid to her panty-covered ass. I drew her close, my erection pushing at her hip. This scenario was developing much too slowly. "I'm sorry for being so forward, but I'm in bad shape. Annie paraded a group of girls through here, each one teasing me, preparing me for you." I forced her hand onto my erection. "But I can't wait for your pun or role play. Can we just-"

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not here for a role play, and this certainly isn't punny. Let go."

So the final girl was supposed to be feistier. I can handle that. I slid my hand up the back of the dress and inside her panties gripping her bare ass. The tips of my fingers slid down to her crease.

"Whoa! I said stop." She pivoted, ripping my hand from her panties. "You've made a big mistake."

I was about to grab her and throw her onto the bed when I heard Annie's voice. "Daddy! Leave Robyn alone. She's not your present."

Huh? I backed off immediately, hands raised. I felt my face get hot. "I'm so sorry."

"You'd better be. Were you going to rape me, to take care of that?" She pointed at the lump in my pants.

I couldn't admit it to her or myself. Was I so juiced up that I'd have forced myself on her? "I didn't know. I thought you were- I'm really sorry."

Robyn stepped forward, kissed me and stroked my dick once with a smile. "No sweat. Happy birthday." Then she turned and strutted out the door, ass wiggling.

Was that another role-play, or an accidental visit by a classmate? I was completely confused.

"Ready for the big finish?" Annie held her phone open, as if ready to make a call.

My urinary system battled my sexual apparatus for control. "I got to pee."

"Down the hall on your right."

I peeked out into the empty hallway. Fortunately the bathroom door was labeled. I didn't want to walk into some coed's room, not the way I was feeling. To be absolutely sure, I knocked. No answer. The bathroom was for both sexes, both urinals on the walls as well as stalls. It took a few minutes of concentration to get my erection to subside. How long had I been up? I breathed a huge sigh as my bladder emptied. I shook the last drops off and tucked my self back in. My image in the mirror had baggy eyes. Was I that tired? Would I have enough stamina left to please my present? I exited the bathroom into a corridor. Lining the walls like an honor guard were the young women who'd toyed with me, and with whom I'd toyed back. As I passed by, some giggled, a few touched my shoulder, patted my back or grabbed my ass. All of them smiled. I hoped I'd performed up to their expectations.

Annie stood in her doorway as a marker. "Better?"

"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up." I was limp, so the statement was more about the activity than the readiness of my cock.

"I hope you're ready."

Her question startled me back to reality from wild speculation about this whole process. "I waited long enough, haven't I?"

Annie followed me into her room. The others stayed in the hall. "Okay. Lay back on the bed. Strip first. And wrap this around your face so you can't see." Annie handed me a narrow band of cloth.

I wasn't going to get to see my final partner, the one who'd grant me salvation from the onslaught of prick teasing? "As I'll ever be. But why the secrecy? Aren't you my gift?" My shirt was off, and I started on my pants.

"I was going to, but plans changed. We can hook up later. That is, if you're not too tired."

"I think I'll be able to manage. I've done good so far." Except I hadn't cum. How would I feel after shooting my load, after all of the teasing?

"We'll see, after your surprise."

Nude except for my jockeys, I laid back and wrapped the cloth around my head. "Okay?"

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Annie asked.

"I can't see your hand, let alone your fingers."

"Good. Now just relax while I get your present."

I heard shuffling and tittering. I presumed the rest of the coed teasers had entered. That was confirmed when multiple hands stroked my legs and chest. Two particularly aggressive hands tugged at my jockeys. Other hands wormed their way through the leg holes, pulling and stroking my dick. The mystery of who was touching got me hard instantly.

"Stop it!" Annie had returned. Was my orgasm partner with her, or was Annie going to climb on and ride me?

All of the hands vanished. The assembled throng whistled and cheered. My secret gift must have entered the room.

"Get his shorts off," Annie commanded. Eager hands pulled them down my legs after I raised my ass to assist. My cock sprang into the open as my underwear passed my knees. Several girls moaned.

The bed shifted as someone's weight joined mine. My fuck partner? I reached out to touch her body. Two small but firm breasts, not Annie's. Skin like warm porcelain. I felt her thighs on mine as she straddled me. Was she ready? We'd done no foreplay, no puns. I ran a curious finger up one leg until I reached the junction. She was damp. I rubbed her crease. She whimpered, a high pitch to her voice.

"Enjoy," said Annie.

"Are you going to let me climax?" I asked.

"It'll be your call," she replied.

Two hands, small ones, gripped my erection while my mystery girl lifted her hips. Instead of a slow descent, she sat down quick. She warbled like a bird with a chunk of hard cock in her. I put my hands on her hips, to guide our progress. She quivered, scared or excited like she was orgasming already. I hoped it was only excited. We'd just started and I didn't want her to be done already.

"Feel familiar?" asked Annie. Her voice came from the side.

I cataloged the coeds I'd met. None were mystery girl's size and shape if my fingers weren't lying. I shook my head, trying to concentrate on my current sex partner, not the previous aborted sessions. I lifted my hips but my dick didn't penetrate any further. I was caught in a vice grip. This young lady was scared. Of me? Of my penis? I needed to console her, assure her. "We can take it slow if you want. If you're not ready."

"I've been ready ever since we met."

I knew that voice. I ripped off the blindfold. "Inga!"

(to be continued)

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Cruel and unusual punishment, to leave you hanging at this point in the story? Perhaps, like Mr. Marcus, it only leaves you wanting more.

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