From ryanedw@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 22 12:10:11 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freshman Week Fun 1+2+3/10
From: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 10:10:11 -0700
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DISCLAIMER: Claim what you want, but this is complete fiction. Nobody is what
they seem. The guy? That's only what you THINK. So none of the characters
are based on reality. Except maybe Binkie the Mailman. If you're under 18,
you might want to ask your mom whether or not you should read this.
_____
"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
Chapter 1
It was a hot day outside, but the air at least was crisp and dry. Moving
into the dorms today would be a job, but at least it wasn't too humid.
Sarah hated the way the sweat clung to her on days like that, soaking
through her clothes and making her jeans feel like they were made out of
lead. Today, as she glanced at the cloudless blue sky and squinted, would
be a good day, she thought. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand
and picked up the box she had rested, teetering on the stone in front of
the dorm.
"Have you got it?" cried Hank, rounding the corner of the building just
behind her. Hank was the only friend of hers from her highschool who also
been accepted to the same university, but Sarah was glad enough to at
least have him around.
"Yeah, but could you get the door for me?" she replied, nodding her head
in the direction of the entryway door just beyond her. Her dark brown
hair cascaded down her forehead and flew right into her face. "Pfew!"
Sarah spat air, trying to blow her long hair back away from her eyes. She
knew she should have put it up before grabbing the first box.
"Got it," said Hank. He balanced the box he had on one knee, then opened
the door quickly and propped it open with his body. Once they had all of
Sarah's stuff inside, they could drive across campus and get his things
put away too. The sun felt good on his face, and Hank felt a small
butterfly in his stomach. Moving in was a half-traumatic,
half-invigorating experience! As soon as he got his parents out of town
(after hitting them up for lunch, hopefully!), life would really start
taking off! He had already seen about ten girls he wouldn't mind getting
to know better, and this was just the first day.
A little shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. He was about 6 feet
tall with dark blonde hair and reasonably well-built. He had dated a
little bit in highschool; in fact, he and Sarah had been an item for a
couple months back in junior year. But college was definitely . . . an
opportunity. Hank came out of his daydream when Sarah brushed by.
Sarah passed him and entered the building, turning around to go up the
stairs to the second floor. Being 5'8", she didn't have any problem with
all the boxes that she and her parents had packed the previous week, but
she was still glad to have both them and Hank, not to mention Hank's
parents, helping out. Moving away from home was a little hard, but at
least Hank was around, and she could always get her folks to come pick her
up for a weekend if she ever got really desperate. Besides, her best
friend Carrie was going to be going to school about two hours away, and
the phone bill wouldn't be too bad even if they talked all the time. And
then there were all the people she was going to meet here, too.
At the top of the stair Sarah turned and walked down the hallway, stopping
at the third door on the right. She laid the box to rest on the floor
next to the door and fished out her key from her pocket. Hank's dad
entered the hallway, immediately followed by her own parents. Apparently
Hank was still holding the door. Sarah smiled knowingly. That was one
thing Hank was always pretty good at, especially when they had been
dating: the little common courtesies.
She slid the key into the lock and twisted to the right, pushed, and stuck
her heel at the base of the door to keep it ajar. "Oh, hi!" came a voice
from the room in a loud, friendly greeting. It must be either Sandy or
Alison, thought Sarah.
"Hi! You must be Sarah," said the girl, propping the door open herself
and beaming in a wide, toothy smile. "I'm Alison. Sandy's out getting
her photo ID. Do you need some help?"
"Hey Alison," said Sarah, smiling. "Thanks, but I've already got five
other helpers! If you could just get the door, we'll be done in a hurry."
As she entered the room, Sarah's parents and the Millses followed,
greeting Alison as they came, laded with Sarah's luggage and boxes. Hank
was the last one in. A drop of sweat had beaded up on the tip of his
nose, and Hank blew it off with a quick breath from his mouth. "Hi, I'm
Hank, Sarah's friend," he said, grinning at Alison.
"Alison. Pleased to meet you," she replied, focusing on his face. He was
definitely handsome, she thought, although not as huge as the football
player who had helped her with her things yesterday. She liked that,
actually.
The room was well-lit by the sun streaming in through the windows, but it
showed just how dusty the place was. There were two rooms off the main
room, one on either side and each with its own door. "Sandy and I put our
stuff in the room on the left," said Alison. "So the other one's all
yours."
"Thanks," said Sarah. She was the first one to enter her room, and she
almost ran into the opposite wall once inside. It was definitely a cozy
arrangement! At least there was another window on the left, but only one.
She plopped the box down on the stained mattress in one corner of the
small room and quickly extricated herself so that the others could place
their things inside.
"You can just pile stuff in the common room, if you guys want," called
Alison. "That's what we did."
"Good idea," said Hank. He dumped his box and made for the door again,
smiling again as he passed Alison. She certainly wasn't too bad, he
thought. About 5'5" or so and pretty cute with those pale blue eyes and
reddish hair. Alison winked at him as he passed . . . or did she? Out in
the hall, Hank frowned as he skipped down the stairs. "Did I just imagine
that?" he muttered to himself.
"Well it's not much, I suppose," said Sarah's mom, glancing around the
single room with a squint. "But at least you're in good company, right?"
She smiled at Alison and walked toward the door.
"Darn straight," said Alison. "We'll take good care of her, ma'am."
"I'm sure you'll all have a wonderful time here," replied Mrs. Kittredge
as she entered the hallway. Her husband followed her out.
"I hope Hank's room is as nice as yours is," offered Mr. Mills as he
followed the Kittredges.
"Oh, is he moving in too?" asked Alison.
"Yeah," said Sarah. "I think he said he's living in Forester, across
campus."
"Wow, that's handy!" said Alison, in surprise. She turned to the Millses.
"He'll be welcome here anytime, in case he winds up in a real dump," she
said, laughing. "You know, Sarah, Sandy and I were thinking we'd like to
go grab a couch and maybe some other furniture for the room sometime.
They're selling stuff along the main drag through campus."
"We brought along a futon already, but it's not really big when it's
folded up. That's probably a good idea," replied Sarah. "We should
really get a nice, thick carpet or something." Sarah fished a scrunchie
out of her back pocket and bent over to gather her hair up.
They were alone in the room; the others had left to gether more of
Sarah's things. "Nice boyfriend," said Alison with awed inflection. "And
he's going to school here too? Geez! What'd you do in a past life? My
boyfriend went to college out on the West coast a year ago, and things
didn't exactly work out."
"He's NOT my boyfriend," replied Sarah placidly, smoothing her hair back
away from her forehead. "Hank and I are just good friends. He and I went
to highschool together, and he's a really great guy. We dated a little
while a few years ago." She scratched underneath a bra strap.
"Oh," said Alison.
"Great day today, huh? I love this kind of weather. Hot, but not sticky
hot."
"Yeah, you're lucky. Yesterday was pretty steamy. At least I had my
bathing suit with me. I had to wear it while moving in, I was sweating so
much. I hear it might get hot like that again soon, though." Alison
moved to the windows and watched Hank walk toward the entryway door below
with an armful of boxes.
"Well, I've got my suit too," said Sarah. "I guess we'll be ready for it,
right?" She walked toward the door.
"Yeah," answered Alison, thinking of other things.
****
Chapter 2
****
Hank juggled a small box in his left arm while trying to rub his
eyes with his right hand. He took the time to examine the spotless night
sky above him. After a full day of moving, both his stuff and Sarah's,
he was pretty tired. He stifled a chuckle when he recalled how his
mother had offered to drive him back home "for just one more night's
sleep in his own bed" (like he would never get back home again). His
parents were still adjusting to an empty nest, because without Hank or
his older brother, their house would seem pretty empty. Hank quickly
pushed the nostalgia out of his head and reoriented himself to the campus
lay-out.
He was looking for Sarah's dorm. Somehow, one of Sarah's boxes
had gotten in with his stuff, and he was concerned that Sarah would be
needing its contents sooner rather than later (the box was marked
"clothing" but he guessed it was probably small stuff like lingerie). He
stifled a slight blush that came with the realization he could be holding
his ex-girlfriend's underwear.
Sarah's room was closed up, and as he entered the hall he worried
no one might be there and he'd have to make this trip again tomorrow. As
he approached, however, the muffled but unmistakable sound of a CD
emanated from behind her room's closed door. He knocked loudly, and he
was pleased when Sarah's roommate Alison answered. Hank wasn't 100%
sure, but he could have sworn this girl had winked at him earlier. She
had also changed her clothes from earlier that day. Now, Alison was
wearing hot-pant length cut off jeans and a flimsy white T-shirt with
the word "Girl" in black letters across the front. He guessed it was a
concert T from a band he'd never heard of before.
"Hey, you're Sarah's friend Hank, right? Long time no see!" she
joked opening the door wide for him to enter.
"Yeah, hi, ummm this is Sarah's; it got in with my boxes by
mistake and I thought she'd want it," he said apologetically.
"Hold on a sec." Alison went over and muted the stereo. "Okay,
well, Sarah's not here. She went off with Sandy to that freshman mixer.
I thought it'd be lame, so I decided to stay."
Hank shifted awkwardly with the box cradled in both hands now.
He had lowered it so the box covered the growing swelling in his jeans.
Alison's reddish hair and her nicely proportioned frame were quite a
turn-on.
"I'll just, ummm, put it into her single, okay?" Hank offered.
Alison waved him into the room with a big grin. Hank placed the
box into the corner and noticed Sarah had already put up a few pictures.
He was somewhat surprised to see a picture from their junior prom, when
they had still been an item. He was pulled out of his contemplation by a
hand on his shoulder.
"Hey," Alison asked, "is that you and Sarah in high school?"
Alison was looking over his right shoulder, her breath gently beating
against his back.
"Yeah," Hank said softly and without elaboration.
Alison moved a bit closer to Hank's back. "You two were cute
together, what happened?"
"Oh, it just didn't work out. You know, the old 'friends dating
friends' thing."
"That's a shame. You dating anyone now?"
Hank thought he was picking up some flirtatious vibes, but when
he turned around, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. Alison had
removed the "Girl" shirt and was now clad in just a blue bikini and her
jean cut-offs were partially unzipped revealing a matching blue bottom.
"Uh, no. I was hoping I'd meet someone here at school--"
She moved a paper-width away from his chest and mewed "Well,
you've met someone now."
Hank had to lean down a bit to make up the 5 inch height
differential, but he was rewarded for the slight effort with a deep, wet
kiss. Her tongue darted into and out of his mouth, and her hand began to
rub the front of his jeans. Her search ended when she shaped his bulging
tool. As they continued to lock lips, Alison guided him back to Sarah's
bed. He obeyed and lay back on his ex-girlfriend's half-made bed.
Alison leaned in on top of him; her hands had now thoroughly
worked his cock into a frenzy through his jeans. She undid the catch at
the top of his jeans and slid his zipper toward his socks. His bulging
baton tent-poled his plaid boxer until she mercifully unleashed it into
the air of the room. Her hands now circled his cock circumference and
pumped like a piston.
Hank was out of his mind. His hands reached around her back and
untied her bikini top. It fell light onto his chest. Hank moved his
hands so they were between him and Alison and stole a glance at her
breasts. They hung low, with hard little pink nipples. He groped her
tit spheres with mounting excitement as she slid her hands over his erect
shaft.
"Ummmmm. Ugggg." Alison gurgled. She was responding to a
squeeze of her sensitive red nubs.
Hank could tell he was being driven by an expert. She worked his
glans between her thumb and forefinger and spread his pre-cum along the
shaft for lubrication. Just as he felt his balls tingle signaling an
imminent release, she released his johnson and sat back on the bed.
Alison finished the removal of her threadbare jean shorts, and
then tossed off her blue bikini bottom. Hank quickly pulled off his
shirt, boxers and jeans, just to make things equal.
Their bodies meshed back together. Hank reached down and began
to finger Alison's moist tunnel. She rewarded him with a good long
squeeze of his penis. He began to pump his index finger into
well-lubricated her love basket, while his thumb sawed her engorged
clittie. Her moans of pleasure told him he was hitting all the right
spots.
With startling ferociousness, Alison shifted her weight and sank
her face into Hank's crotch. He had to strain a bit to keep up with her
movements, but he nearly lost consciousness when her mouth hit his cock.
She concentrated her first kisses onto the very tip, pushing her tongue
tip into his penile slit and rimming the whole glans with admirable
precision. Hank nearly blew his load right then and there, for he had
never received a blow like this. In fact, he had only received a blow
once before, from Laurie after the senior prom, but she hadn't been into
it and ended up just jacking him off in the back seat of his Taurus.
Alison, however, was *really* into it. She worked her way down
the shaft, licking the sensitive skin along the underside of his shaft
and occasionally teasingthe tingling flesh with her front teeth. Hank
reciprocated as best he could by adding his middle finger to his index
finger's invasion of her steaming hot vaginal slit. His finger pumping
matched her frenetic licking until they both were about to let loose.
Hank was the first to succumb. His tool jumped and spat its
juices into her throat. Alison swallowed like a trooper and even managed
to suction a little more of his seed out of his dwindling stalk. His
fingers continued their assault on her fuck tunnel. She released her
mouth from his cock and moaned. He jammed a third finger into her slit,
and she went off like a firecracker. "Uggg, ugg, ohhhhh, uggg, ohhhh,
UHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
The force of her orgasm drove her into Hank's chest. He gently
stroked her hair, still basking in the rush of feeling from the
incredible blow job she had just administered to his penis. She moved
over to his side and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sarah doesn't know what she's missing, " Alison cooed into his
ear.
****
Chapter 3
Hank lay staring at his ex-girlfriend's ceiling. Alison had recovered first,
and was now striding confidently out of the room, going to take a shower.
(The girls were lucky enough to have a bathroom in their room.) Her eyes
were half-closed, and she had a serene, sly smile on her face; as Hank's eyes
followed her to the door, the swaying in her creamy white buttocks, firm
yet feminine, and the gentle, playful jiggling of her perky, freckled breasts
brought back the tingling in his exhausted pipe. But he continued to
lay there, wanting to savor the feeling and think things through.
Without getting up, he glanced around the room. Sarah's room was
decorated with posters of Picasso and Dali prints, a picture of some TV hunk
(a silly leftover from high school crushes, he though to himself with a wry
smile), and the picture of them from the prom. This time he noticed a
smaller picture stuck into the frame of the prom picture, which he hadn't
noticed before.
It was a picture of Chloe, Sarah's beguiling best friend from high
school. Hank wondered to himself where Chloe was now; she had left half-way
through senior year under mysterious circumstances. Hank recalled with
another smile how the rumors had developed around her departure: she did
drugs; she was caught with the vice-principal on top and his son, the captain
of the football team, underneath; she was caught giving an inappropriate
education to a sixth-grade girl in the girl's room. Ridiculous. But what if
some of them had been true? he mused.
All he really remembered about Chloe was that she and Sarah had been
close. Real close - inseparable; it seemed to Hank as if they could
comminucate with a glance. He often remembered the two of them disappearing
together at parties, leaving him alone; to talk about him, he had assumed at
the time. Now he wondered about the true nature of Sarah and Chloe's
relationship. Sarah said she and Chloe had always enjoyed walking home
together through out grade school, and sleeping over at each other's houses
when they were younger. Sarah had never been quite as happy since Chloe had
left. And Sarah had often commented about Chloe's beauty, and teased Hank
that, if Chloe were a man, that Sarah would dump Hank for her.
And she had been beautiful - Hank recalled how her T-shirts would barely
fit around her spherical breasts, with the dark nipples threatening to burst
through the material. He admittled to himself that, even while going out
with Sarah, he had many times fantasized running his tongue up and down her
tawny, flawless skin, licking her from head to foot like a postage stamp, and
when she was properly moistened, fastening her envelope closed around his
love letter.
He looked down and realized that he was starting to stiffen up again, a
single drop of seed left over from his previous encounter starting to appear
at the tip. He started to get up off the bed to find a Kleenex, when he
froze at the sound of the door. Sarah was coming in the door, sighing with
exhaustion but humming softly to herself. The sound of the shower would have
drowned out the slight creaking of the floorboards had he dared to move; but
he sat there terrified. Would she walk into her own room to find her
ex-boyfriend standing in front of her bed, naked, semi-aroused, staring at a
picture of her ex-best friend and dripping spooge onto her throw rug? He
stood there in terror for a few minutes, not relaxing until he heard to step
into the bathroom. He slowly walked to the door of her room and peeked
around the corner. There were three sweaty T-shirts on the floor - Alison's,
Sarah's, and a third. The third belonged to a tall black woman, probably
Sandy, who had draped herself across the couch. She was not wearing a bra;
droplets of sweat gleamed on her small but firm breasts and on her little
cone-shaped nipples, and on her incredibly long, slim ebony torso and legs.
Just then Sarah came out of the bathroom. She was not only topless but
had stripped down to her panties. Hank had not heard her and Alison exchanging
friendly banter in the bathroom; perhaps Sarah had slipped in and out
unnoticed. Now Sarah sidled sexily up to Sandy, coming to rest on the couch
next to Sandy's head. Her left hand gently stroked Sandy's forehead.
"C'mon, let's get to my room and close the door before my roommate
comes out of the shower," she whispered seductively.
"Mmm, I don't know if I can wait that long, baby," cooed Sandy. She ran
her long fingers up Sarah's thigh to her crotch and slipped her hand under
Sarah's panties.
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. "But we only just met,"
she murmured between breaths. "But it's been so long since I-" her
last words were cut off by another gasp; with the agility of a veteran,
Sandy had
flipped on her stomach, wrapped one of Sarah's legs around the other side
of her head. Sandy's head was bobbing up and down, and she was
making slurping, gutteral noises. Sarah's eyes were still squeezed shut,
and she
was whimpering rhythmically. Hank remembered that whimper well, and also
remembered the way that Sarah would start to fondle herself when she was
really excited, like she was doing now: cupping her own breasts and stroking
forward to pinch her own nipples, faster and faster, stopping now and then to
reach down to her crotch, lubricating her hands with a mixture of Sandy's
saliva and her own now freely flowing pussy juice. Hank remembered that
Sarah could get very wet, but had never realized just how soaked she could
get, judging by the state of the throw pillow that fell out from under her
ass. Hank was getting very absorbed in the coracious feasting of Sandy, her
dark, firm ass bobbing in front of his vision. Suddenly he was overcome by
the desire to climb on top of her and ride her like a big black greyhound
bitch. In fact he was so absorbed, he didn't realize he was standing in the
doorway until Alison came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"Sarah!" exclaimed Alison.
"Alison?!" shouted Sarah. Her eyes popped open. "HANK?!"
"Mmph?" said Sandy, intent on her work.
"Sarah!" Hank stammered.
"Hank!" gasped Alison.
"Alison. . ." Hank continued to stammer.
"Sandy?" Alison asked, peering over the edge of the couch.
"Mmph!" said Sandy.
****
From ryanedw@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 22 12:12:37 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freshman Week Fun 4/10
From: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 10:12:37 -0700
--------
DISCLAIMER: Claim what you want, but this is complete fiction. Nobody is what
they seem. The guy? That's only what you THINK. So none of the characters
are based on reality. Except maybe Binkie the Mailman. If you're under 18,
you might want to ask your mom whether or not you should read this.
_____
"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
Chapter Four
"Ohhhhhhh, FUCK!!" cried Sarah, looking first at Hank, then at Alison,
then quickly at Hank again, then even more quickly at Sandy.
Scrambling wildly, she slid out from underneath her lesbian lick-sister
like a teenager about to shoot off without a rubber. "Fuck fuck
fuck!!!" She was naked as a jaybird; her panties were somewhere in a
corner of the room now, and she felt guiltily exposed to the entire
world. Her fucking ex-boyfriend was naked, she was naked, Sandy was
naked, everybody was just fucking naked, and it was all so fucking
wrong! Her head was still spinning from that sour crap that Sandy had
made her drink out of her canteen at the freshman mixer.
"Sarah, wait!" called Alison, still standing in the bathroom doorway.
She held a toothbrush clamped between the thumb and forefinger of her
waving hand, and the toothpaste coated the sides of her mouth and made
her voice funny and garbled. She dropped the toothbrush suddenly when
the bathtowel she was wearing promptly fell off. Her breasts fell out
and bobbed noticeably as she quickly stooped to catch the towel around
herself again.
The incredible blush, having started on her nose and slightly
freckled
cheeks, spread like wildfire to the tops of those incredible boobs,
Hank noticed. His dick got even harder when she covered up again.
Suddenly he remembered where he was and clumsily tried to obscure his
rager with both hands.
Sarah was at the hallway door in a flash, having snatched her
raincoat
off the floor near the couch and flung it over her body. Tears were
streaming down her cheeks and her eyes turned almost as red as Alison's
blush. What the hell was all this? She was getting a blow from HER
ROOMMATE, and her fucking ex-boyfriend was naked IN HER ROOM for no
apparent reason besides fucking her OTHER roommate! "God, what the
hell am I doing?!" she groaned, to no one but herself. She could have
been referring to her hasty egress as well as to the recent escapades;
she poked both arms though the coat, tits bouncing against her upper
arms and juices streaming down her legs faster than the tears coated
her cheeks, pushed open the door, and was gone down the hall.
All three of them heard the entryway door being shoved open and the
hurried but muffled footfalls (she hadn't bothered to grab any shoes)
leading off into the night.
"Oh, shit!" said Alison, a worried frown clouding her countenance.
She looked at Hank, who had this incredibly sheepish look on his face,
which sort of detracted from the total package. She felt a pulling
sensation inside her again, looking at his shoulders, his legs, his
hips, and his cupped hands and the halo of pubic hair around them. But
the face he had on definitely cooled her off. He knew. And he didn't
feel too great about it either right now.
Alison looked back at Sandy, who had sat up on the sofa and held the
knuckles of her right hand to her forehead, resting her elbow on the
arm of the couch. She was still brazenly naked, and although she had
plainly wiped Sarah's juices off her mouth, there was a faint sheen of
sweat across her breasts and neck, and her breathing was irregular.
She looked up and wrinkled her brow at Alison, who tied the towel more
tightly around her body.
"Shit is right, sister," said Sandy. A stupid, shit-eating grin came
across her face and she laughed lightly. "Aw, shit," she muttered,
smiling.
Snapping out of it, Hank grabbed his plaid boxers off the floor in
Sarah's room and whipped them on, almost falling over when his heel
caught on the crotch. He almost thought he heard threads tearing. He
had to grab his dick and try to squeeze the blood out of it a little
before burying it in the shorts; he had been so rock-hard that it
would have flopped right out for all to see, otherwise. He darted back
into the main room. "I'll go get her," he said, looking at Alison
intently. He felt this incredible pang of guilt, this post-orgasmic
"you-did-it-and-you-weren't-supposed-to" pang of guilt, which
overwhelmed at least temporarily his arousal.
"No," replied Alison, walking quickly toward him. She passed him and
retreated into Sarah's room. "I'd better do it. God only knows what
she'd do to you. God only knows what she thinks of you right now."
Alison picked up a few articles of her own clothing off the floor and
hastily threw them on Sarah's bed. The towel came off, and she bent
over to grab her jeans.
Hank stole a look at her firm, ripe ass and the sides of her breasts,
which were the only parts showing. He looked away, back into the main
room, and Sandy rose from the couch and looked toward him.
"Look, don't worry about it. It's probably my fault anyway," said
Sandy, a wry smile on her face. She wrinkled her brow and smoothed
back her hair, completely oblivious, apparently, to the fact that she
was completely nude. As her arms moved up and back, Hank saw her
breasts, 34-B's definitely, slowly stretch from slightly sagging, to
round, then pulled up at the sides, and then sort of squared off in
front of the armpits as both arms leaned into a stretch behind her.
Sandy shut her eyes and crunched her eyebrows, and then she quickly
opened her eyes widely and looked straight at Hank.
The effect was mesmerizing. Her dark brown nipples, hard and erect
in the coolness of the main room, were unlike any Hank had ever seen
before, and it wasn't just the color. She kept her gorgeous eyes
fixated on him as she bent and picked up her shirt. Her breasts almost
stayed completely still, they were so firm and tight. In a simple,
graceful move, Sandy slipped the T-shirt over her head and pulled it
down just past her cunt.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" asked Alison, returning from Sarah's
bedroom with the "Girl" shirt scrunched up in both hands over her head.
Hank caught one last glimpse of her bouncing breasts as she moved
quickly into the room again before "Girl" covered them up defiantly
once again. Her blush had faded, and now her eyes were tightened
slightly in slits as she looked at Sandy, as if trying to comprehend.
"Look, I just gave her a little booze at the mixer, we started
dancing in a big group, and she kissed me," said Sandy, closing her
eyes tightly while she said the words. When she opened them again,
they were staring straight at Alison. "It's weird, but she got all
kooked-up on me, and she just leaned in and planted a pretty good one
right on my lips."
Alison looked at Hank. "Heck, it's been a while since we went out,"
he offered, shrugging. "Anything can happen in time. She never told
me about anything . . . like that." He shot a glance back toward Sandy
and grinned quickly, stupidly. "Hurm." Suddenly he felt really,
really dumb.
"Well, whichever one it is --- pissed at you, pissed at me and him,"
sighed Alison, "I guess I'll find out soon enough." She grabbed a torn
jean jacket off a chair just inside her own bedroom and walked toward
the hallway. "Just tell the cops it's me if they find somebody at the
bottom of the lake with her eyes clawed out." With a crooked smile
toward Hank first and then Sandy, she left.
"Be good, Henry!" she cried from the stairwell, just before the door
to the hallway swung shut. Her voice carried with it a note of
distinct sarcasm, and Hank wondered how to take it, suddenly completely
befuddled at the whole situation.
He left his position at the entrance to Sarah's bedroom and slumped
into the couch, deep in thought. He wrinkled his nose and ran a hand
through his hair, staring out the window into the night. In front of
him, Sandy gracefully fished her pants off the floor and slipped them
on, buckling only the bottom of two belts on her slacks and leaving the
fly open.
"So who the hell are you, besides 'Henry'?" sniped Sandy in a tone
that seemed to him to be neither playful nor fully sarcastic. She
brushed her hair back with both hands again in the same manner as
before, except this time Hank wasn't watching. Just before she
finished the motion he suddenly remembered the image of her bountiful
tits stretching and moving, and he looked at her quickly with a sad,
pleading, hopeful feeling. Suddenly he felt isolated and alone and
decidedly horny in a self-pitying sort of way. He caught just the tail
part of her motion, but he could still see the outline of her right
breast pushed tightly against the slightly damp T-shirt, he could still
see the outline of one divinely engorged nipple.
"Yo. Romeo. Is there anything I should know about you, I said."
Sandy looked at him intently, bending over and holding her knees in
front of him. "Sarah know you, or something? You dated?"
"Yeah. Shit," replied Hank. He stared at his kneecaps and sank back
further into the couch. "We were pretty hot and heavy for-" A moment
of silence intervened. "We . . ." He frowned. "Well, we went out for
a while. I guess neither one of us really knew what we were doing. We
kinda fooled around a little bit, and we kinda fucked things up pretty
good, I guess."
"Did you get her drunk and did she kiss you and then- . . ?" Sandy
was grinning again. Her teeth were perfect. Hank felt the backs of
his own teeth with his tongue almost involuntarily, just after seeing
hers. They looked so smooth. Sandy pushed the hair out of her eyes
again, but this time only with one hand and while bending over. Her
breasts hung against the shirt, but Hank couldn't see down the neck.
Her hair, done in an assortment of narrow braids, clicked together at
the ends where little yellow clasps kept the thin braids from falling
out. The sound was soothing somehow.
"I think we were both each other's firsts," replied Hank. "But no,
I don't think I got her drunk that time." He smiled. "That came
later, when I was debating whether or not to try and get her back. I
don't think she holds alcohol too well. She just got really silly
after a while."
"So she was in love with you?" Sandy straightened herself out and
sat down at the other end of the couch, reclining against the arm and
looking right at him.
"I dunno. Maybe." Hank scratched himself through his boxers. He
had sank deep enough into the sofa that his bare skin didn't feel too
cold in the now-chilly room.
"You said it was her first time," said Sandy in a low voice.
"Doesn't everyone love the first one?"
"I guess," replied Hank. He was starting to feel a little more
relaxed now. Out of the back of his active memory he pulled out a few
fleeting glimpses of naked Sarah, lounging on top of a letter jacket in
that back seat of the Taurus. Damn, that was a good car. And Sarah
was great fun, even if it was difficult and weird the first time. He
remembered the look on her face. It was like utter exhaustion combined
with flaming intensity. He remembered the depth of her breathing, how
she filled her lungs and emptied them like they were only good for a
little while longer and she wanted to get her money's worth out of
them. Hank remembered her flattened breasts, his fingers sliding over
the chilled flesh as he knelt on the floorboard and planted slow kisses
all over her face and neck and chest.
"Didn't YOU love your first one?" Sandy slid nearer to him.
"Yes," said Hank in a whisper after a long pause. Sarah was moaning
underneath him, pulling his face closer to kiss his lips.
"Remember how it felt?" Her right hand was on his knee.
Suddenly the spell was broken and Hank turned his head suddenly
toward Sandy. "Yeah," he said. "I remember all of it." He gazed
quizzically at her; his peter had started a slight climb with the
memories, but he was feeling very ill-at-ease. There was something
about Sandy that really put him on edge.
"Memories are the best things, you know," whispered Sandy. "You have
them forever. That's why you have to make them GOOD memories. And
that's why you have to really have to WORK to make them good memories."
She glanced all around his face, her eyes darted from his eyes to his
mouth, and then to his hair, and then back to his eyes, shifting
between them rapidly.
Suddenly Hank felt his stomach turn inside out, and the blood rushed
out of his thighs. He could feel his penis swell uncontrollably, and
it poked the front of his boxers. With one quick motion he shoved it
back down between his legs before it burst out through the whiz-hole.
He should have put on his jeans.
"Baby," sighed Sandy, furrowing her brow teasingly, "have you got
yourself all hot and bothered?" She smiled warmly and looked down at
his crotch, then back up at his face.
"Don't make fun," grumbled Hank, crossing his arms in front of him
and turning away. His dick wanted to jump out and proclaim its ardent
lust for Sandy and her tight boobs, beautiful teeth, and enchanting
eyes, but he knew she was just playing around with him.
"Hey now," cried Sandy, giving his leg a little shove and withdrawing
her hand. "What, do you think I'm a lesbian? You think I don't like
guys?"
Hank paused, his mouth open. She didn't let him interject.
"Look," she scolded, rising. "Just 'cause I like girls too doesn't
mean I don't like dicks, asshole!" She glared at him reprovingly, then
straightened her back and looked down at him with a closed-lip smile.
"I think you need convincing."
Things began to move in the same kind of slow-motion that occurs
whenever adrenaline rushes to your brain before an argument or a fight,
or in the midst of a nasty accident that you see happening just before
you can't possibly stop it. Hank's brow began to tremble as he looked
up toward Sandy. She pulled her hair back from her head just as she
had done twice before, and his eyes fell to her chest. Minutes passed,
it seemed. Her breasts rose and stretched through the fabric, and Hank
looked back at her face, which maintained the closed-lip smile, but he
saw a sparkle in her eyes. She held her arms above her head for an
infinity and took a deep breath, letting it sigh out of her lungs. She
pursed her lips, and their fullness, already shocking, was enhanced
even more. He wanted to kiss those lips so badly, wanted to feel them
kissing him, lingering over his face, his neck, his chest, his belly,
his penis.
"Take it off. I want to see how much you want this," said Sandy,
still stretching her arms back behind her head, as she glanced toward
his crotch and then back up to his face. She shook her head and her
hair clacked together entrancingly.
Hank swallowed incredibly hard and grabbed his shorts, working them
quickly off his hips and down to the ground. His mouth dry, he looked
down at his groin and saw his dick beating slowly to the rhythym of his
heart, rising quickly into the air. He looked back at her and felt
like he had lost his power of speech, the muscles in his face still
quivering in heightened arousal. He hadn't even felt this turned on
with Alison!
Sandy winked at him, smiled a wide, toothy smile, and pulled the
T-shirt up and over her head. As the fabric left her body, it clung to
her breasts and pulled them quickly up, and they snapped back into place
like rubber chew-toys and jiggled slightly. Hank felt saliva reenter his
mouth and control return to his face, and he breathed deeply and let it
out in pants. Somehow having seen them confined beneath the shirt,
Hank appreciated her breasts a great deal more now, as Sandy grinned
and stretched her arms for him again. They were perfectly shaped for her
body, not too big or too small, and the graceful lines describing the
slopes of the undersides of her breasts back to her armpits were
exquisitely formed.
While stretching, she suddenly leaned forward and almost hit him
right in the face with her chest, bringing her arms back around and
taking his head in boths hands. She growled in his left ear and bit
it almost too hard, and he sat up away from the back of the couch,
pushing her up with him. Her knees came around on either side of his
hips, and his hands encircled her body and rubbed the flesh on her back.
His fingers fanned out and stroked her warm, supple skin, feeling the
ridges of her spine and following the upside-down ledges of her shoulder
blades down and around to the spaces just behind and to the side of her
tits. Her tongue splashed all over his ear, and her hot breath lit him
up. Hank slid his hands, thumbs first, to her chest and enclosed both
breasts in his fingers. His thumbs and second fingers squeezed and
pinched her nipples, floating over the tight, hard flesh and then
retreating to the skin around the areolae.
Her pants-covered crotch rubbed back and forth against his dick, which
had by now filled up completely and stood at attention. She crushed and
mashed his lusty tool, first pushing it back against his belly, then
forward and down to his thighs. Sandy's lips found his, and she bit his
lower lip and pulled it slightly away from his jaw. Hank's hand left her
boobs and slid down to her butt, where he felt the pocket ridges and
seams catch at his fingernails. He slammed her ass harder onto his
crotch with each rocking motion she made, intensifying the brutal
treatment his willing member was receiving. It was getting beat up, and
he fucking loved it. Sandy slipped down to his neck and sucked and bit
until Hank felt the blood rush in hot, itching torrents to the spot where
she labored. Her hot breath smoked over his skin, and he felt delirious
with lust.
Sandy slipped her knees back and down to the floor, and she grabbed his
penis in both hands, stroking it between her palms. Hank groaned and
Sandy bent forward, slipping his dick between her breasts and pressing it
into her modest cleavage, angled up so that the sensitive underside was
rubbing against her skin the most. She paused and held his peter
motionless, staring at him with her mouth slightly open and her breathing
deep but regular.
"Ahh," cried Hank, shivering in delight and at the sudden coolness he
was experiencing in her absence. He felt his penis throb, and a small
stream of spunk pushed out the end and ran down.
"Got a condom?" asked Sandy. She began to rub his dick with one hand
while keeping it flat against her chest with the other. He looked down
at her and swore that her breasts had swollen by a little amount; when
she rubbed him, they swayed back and forth as if they were heavier,
filled with blood. He was mesmerized by their motion and had to
concentrate when he suddenly felt an internal pulling in his dick. With
relief, he headed off the ejaculation and sighed. Suddenly he remembered
the question.
"Fuck!" he said, blowing air in exasperation. "I don't carry one with
me." He felt the blood stagnate and begin slowly to leave his penis.
"Damn it. Of course YOU'RE not on the pill."
"Nope," she replied. She looked down and felt the rigidity of his shaft
lessen slightly; it bent further back as she hugged it to her chest.
"Hey hey hey, baby," she sang, pulling her eyebrows up and together.
"Don't you go anywhere on me. I thought for sure Ali'd have given you
an extra."
"Huh?"
"She's got some fucking condoms, Hank! Didn't you use one before?"
"Oh." Suddenly his mind was racing. "Wait, she TOLD me she was on the
pill!"
"Maybe. I don't know anything about it." Sandy let Hank's penis fall
and got up, breasts swaying ever so slightly. "All's I know is that she
had a whole box of 'em right in her closet, and she told me about 'em, in
case I ever needed one or something. I kinda thought she was bragging.
I guess not."
Hank heard her rummaging through Alison's closet. His dick, while still
thick, had dwindled in size a little. His thought made it shrink up even
more. "What the hell am I doing?" he muttered to himself. "Christ." He
stood up and stared at the floor in front of Sarah's room, standing in
front of the couch. "God, this is ridiculous."
Returning from the room with a foil square in one hand, Sandy saw the
look on his face. She decided to ignore it, instead circling around
behind him and insinuating both arms under his. She traced circles on
his chest with one edge of the condom and slowly rubbed her breasts
against his back. "I got one. We're OK," she mewed in his ear. Shaking
her head back, her locks clacked together again.
Hank was filled with conflicting thoughts. He had suddenly felt so
base, so completely filthy. What if Alison really WASN'T on the fucking
pill, anyway? Jesus, he just fucked her. Just fucked her. And then
Sarah walked in, and then it all went straight to hell. And now, Sandy.
And-
"What do I have to do, beg?" whispered Sandy, sensing some indecision.
Hank felt the points of her nipples pressing into his back. He felt the
exact spots of the contact, and she began to run her fingernails up and
down his chest, down all the way to his crotch and back up again. He
closed his eyes and tried to control his thoughts. His hands slowly met
hers and covered them on their circulating paths around his body.
Her right hand stole down to his balls and cupped them, and the tingling
spread from his groin all the way up his spine and burst into his head,
eliciting a shiver. Sandy's left hand joined her right and curled around
his expanding penis, slowly jacking up and down on the hot rod. The
condom must have gone into a pants pocket or something. Hank's hands left
the backs of hers and traveled back behind his head, where he grasped hers
and bent around to find her lips. He opened his mouth and met hers in an
engaging kiss that soon evolved into some major frenching.
Sandy smacked her lips against his and continued to pull on his dick
until he completely lost control and spun around in place, grabbing both
breasts and savagely fondling them. She groaned loudly but was almost
completely muffled by his mouth. Her hands ran up and down her back as
he continued stroking her breasts and palming the nipples, pushing her
tits apart, then together, then both up. When he lowered his head to her
chest and tried to suck in her left nipple, she pushed him away and
backed toward the couch.
She stood smirking, biting her lower lip. She ran her hands through her
hair AGAIN, and Hank almost passed out. His dick swelled even higher as
he watched her breasts get pulled up and then out again. "Get in that
fucking bedroom, asshole," growled Sandy in mid-stroke, her arms still
extended above her head. Hank's knees were about to buckle beneath him,
so he slowly turned around and looked into the dark bedroom that was
Sandy's and Alison's. He started to shuffle inside, looking over his
shoulder at Sandy, who kept her arms raised while following him, and then
dropped them quickly. Hank stepped through and into the darkness, and
Sandy switched on the light and quickly closed the bedroom door. "Get on
the bed," she commanded, pointing to the bed just to the left of the
door. The other one must be Alison's.
Hank lied down obediently, his raging hard-on pointing straight up into
the air. Sandy slipped the condom packet out of her back pocket, threw
it on his chest, and then fumbled with the fastened belt buckle on her
pants. Hank picked up the foil and looked at it, almost completely
missing the show in front of him. Sandy had undone her pants, and she
pulled them off her hips and let them slump to the floor. Naked, she was
breathtaking in the clear light of the bedroom, and he gasped, but she
didn't let him have a good look. The vision of her smooth, brown body
with its beautiful curves, dark hair on her mound, and hair in braids
reaching past her shoulders imprinted itself in his brain. He swallowed
hard again.
She quickly kneeled over him, grabbed his dick and held it right in
front of her cunt, which was already dribbling juices down one thigh.
"Gimme that thing," she said, nodding at the foil wrapper. Hank fumbled
with the package and finally tore it open, handing the rolled-up rubber
to her. She jacked him quickly, running her fingers up and down his
tube, and her breasts heaved. When she placed the roll on the head of
his dick, Hank thought he'd come right then and there, and he had to gulp
air for control. She rolled the condom down his dick and pulled the tip
out a little when she was done, just like you're supposed to. He was
about to say something, having fought off another orgasm, when she
suddenly reared up and slipped his condom-clad dick right into her cunt.
He watched it disappear into her depths, and his breath caught. He heard
the wrinkle of the latex as his penis slid inside. She was so hot, he
thought he wouldn't be able to last more than a minute.
Sandy bent forward in a quick motion and hit the pillow on either sides
of his head with her elbows. Her face hovered slightly above his. Her
dark brown eyes swallowed him up, and he stared deeply into them.
"Relax," she sighed, shaking her head. "Let me do the work." She smiled
and began a long, slow grind.
The pleasure of the motion boiled up in her tunnel, and as she reached
the base of his dick, her clitoris was forced back into her pubic bone
and rubbed between it and his soft flesh. "Mmmmmmm," moaned Sandy,
closing her eyes and mashing her breasts against his chest. Hank moved
his hands up to her ass, and he stroked and fondled both cheeks
lovingly. When she pulled herself back off his penis, he let up on the
pressure, and when she thrust forward again, he pushed her further down
onto his dick. The feeling was sensational; his penis was buried in the
tightest, warmest, smoothest place he thought he'd ever felt, and the
condom was actually helping him from shooting off.
"Uhhhhh," grunted Sandy, sliding her pelvis up and then back down again
more quickly than before. "Mmmmh!" She bit her lip and hovered about a
foot from his face. "Damn," she moaned, increasing the speed with which
she sheathed and unsheathed his penis in her vagina. Her clitoris felt
like it was the size of a plum, it was so engorged now.
When she started to pick up speed, Hank shifted his hands from her butt
to her tits. They swayed up and down ever so slightly with the fucking,
and he lazily stroked them in and out of reach as they went up and away
from him and then back down again with her movements. He took a deep
breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, staring right into hers.
He grabbed her nipples and pinched them. She closed her eyes for a
second but opened them again, still not looking at him. He pinched
again, harder, and she moaned and closed her eyes, but still kept her
gaze fixated on some object to his left and over his shoulder. He used
his fingernails, and he literally gouged her nipples, starting softly and
then building the pressure until her moan grew into a low wail. She
shoved her pelvis onto him, and he felt the tightness increase and his
penis throb in response. She was looking straight into his eyes now, and
her motions slowed but picked up tremendously in intensity. It was like
she was taking him in all the way up to his butt or something. He felt
like his whole body was a giant piston inside her cunt, and he suddenly
had to concentrate on something else to keep from spraying.
Hank scrunched up his lower body, trying to slide his head down to her
chest, and she obliged him, riding higher up and bending his dick flatter
against his belly. His mouth found her nipple, and he bit her harder than
he intended to. The pulling sensation was reaching a critical level, and he
lost himself in passion. Sandy cried out in ecstasy and unexpectedly
shifted into double-time on his dick. Pumping like a mad dog, she heaved
her pelvis up and down on him in such a fashion that his breath was
crushed out of him, and he wheezed on her breasts while he continued to
chew and lick her right nipple. She quickly forced his other hand over
to her left nipple, and he began to twist and pull it as well.
They were drenched in sweat, and Sandy was near exploding. The
perspiration dribbled off her forehead and onto the pillow directly below
her. Her pubic bone dug into the soft flesh above his dick, and he
almost cried out in pain as her thrusts became more and more powerful.
Yet the pain somehow turned him on so much that his dick swelled and
pulsed inside her tight cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh, OhhhhHHHHH!!!!!" cried Sandy, intensifying her efforts to an
incredible degree. The whole bed was shaking and creaking, and Hank
could barely manage a breath in between being squished by her pistoning
body. Her breasts jiggled back and forth, her nipples almost felt as
hard as his teeth, and her clit had sunk back away from her hole.
"OHHHH!!" she bawled after a deep breath, and her thrusts gradually lost
their strength. Hank felt his entire body was wet; his crotch felt
like it was underwater, and her cunt felt entirely new. It was suddenly
looser, and his dick continued to sway in and out and around inside. He
backed off from her nipples with his teeth and merely sucked them between
lip and tongue and made little circles. She had come, and come buckets,
and his penis felt like it was going to explode.
"Need . . . something . . . else?" gasped Sandy, riding out the last of
her orgasm atop his thrusting peter. Her face was limp, like the rest of
her body, but she suddenly came back to life and began to rub her crotch
against his again, but with less vigor.
"Ah," groaned Hank. "Uh." He buried his face in her cleavage, and she
reached down and clamped her breasts around his face. Sandy pushed
herself onto him exceptionally hard, and his dick suddenly clenched up
and began its lightning-fast climb to orgasm. His eyes shot open, and he
started moaning. Deep inside her, Sandy could feel his dick begin its
spasming, releasing his spunk inside the rubber.
He had held it for as long as he could. The feeling was incredible, and
his pumping seemed like it lasted for a whole minute. When he was
finally done, his ears filled up with blood and he crumpled back into the
blanket. Sandy slipped his dick out of her dripping cunt, holding onto
the open end of the rubber, and rolled off him. She pulled him up so that
he could rest his head on the pillow, and she lay her head back into the
depression between his shoulder and neck.
"Whew," was all that Hank could manage to mutter. His eyes were closed.
****
From ryanedw@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 22 12:12:50 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freshman Week Fun 5+6/10
From: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 10:12:50 -0700
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DISCLAIMER: Claim what you want, but this is complete fiction. Nobody is what
they seem. The guy? That's only what you THINK. So none of the characters
are based on reality. Except maybe Binkie the Mailman. If you're under 18,
you might want to ask your mom whether or not you should read this.
_____
"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
Chapter 5
****
Hank was till thinking about it two weeks later. The blow from
Alison, them sex with Sandy out of fucking nowhere, Sarah.
Jesus, Sarah.
He had left after the "encounter" with Sandy; she had suggested
he not stay around that night much longer, wryly laughing about how he
had caused enough 'fucking trouble' that night.
Ha. Ha.
He had seen Sarah once coming across campus; she made a very
noticeable and purposeful turn in the opposite direction just to avoid
even a glance at him. he has respected her feelings and avoided her then
and since. Thankfully, they ate in different dining halls across campus
and the only class they shared was a huge Intro to Macro Economics
lecture with nearly 250 students.
He had seen Alison once since she had left to go and speak with
his ex-girlfriend. She had dropped by his double for a chat a few days
after things had blown over. They chatted; of course, Hank was naked at
the time. Thankfully, his room draw luck had saddled him with an
engineering student, and the guy only used the room every now and then to
sleep. Hank thanked his luck because given what he and Alison had spent
the night doing would have made Jason's Coke bottle thick glasses steam
up.
Through all the haze of the events of his first week at college,
Hank had not really devoted himself fully to his classes. His mind kept
racing onto Sarah's embarrassed face, Sandy's incredible tits, and
Alison's amazing body. It was enough to drive him insane.
But Pierson University had a reputation for strong academics, and
after bombing the first two papers in his freshman anthropology seminar,
he found himself in Dr. Kent's office explaining himself.
Unfortunately, he was late for her office hours because he got
out of chem lab late, so Dr. Kent suggested he return after dinner, as
she usually was in her office from 7-10 PM. Hank sheepishly agreed; he
was not quite accustomed to having to meet with teachers about poor
grades.
Hank quickly ate dinner alone in a corner booth and fretted about
his predicament. Maybe he'd give Alison a ring later that night, just to
see if Sarah was doing better, see if Alison could come over, or maybe
Sandy could....
He tried to focus on what he was going to say to Dr. Kent. Dr.
Mellinda Kent was one of the world's leading academics on cross-culture
social practices, particularly rites of passage into adulthood. She
wouldn't buy the old excuses for poor work in her class. If he wanted to
major in anthropology, he needed to come up with something original or
tell the truth outright.
"Uhh, Dr. Kent, I just want to say that my papers haven't been
great so far because I've been having some personal problems with a
friend, well, actually, my ex-girlfriend"
It sounded better in the dining hall booth.
Dr. Kent pushed her glasses down her nose, dropped her gold pen,
and said, "What?"
Hank was scared now. "I was distracted, but I swear, I'll put it
behind me and work harder. I really enjoy your class, and I may eve
major in this department, so, please, give me a chance to write some
really good papers for you."
Dr. Kent pushed away from her desk and circled the desk. hank
gripped the sides of his chair and met her stern gaze. She was a tall
woman, above average, maybe 5'11". She had long dirty blonde hair tied
into a rope that dangled down the back of her white blouse. Her chest
was already legendary in his seminar, for she wore colored bars under her
white blouses accentuating what was an ample and surprisingly firm bosom
for a woman of her age (33?).
"You'll have to do better than that Mr. Mills to get a good grade
in my class," she whispered.
He felt the cold steel against his right wrist first. He did not
realize what was happening until the other half of the cuff locked onto
his left wrist and his hands were secured under the chair's seat behind
his back. Hank had no leverage, and fear swelled from his stomach to his
throat.
However, Hank's penis did not register fear any different than
pleasure, and sure enough his hard on began to rise in his jeans without
any conscious control.
"Dr. Kent, I--" he stammered.
"No! I am Mellinda, your mistress, and you are my slave." She
slapped his face and left a red sting on his cheek. "Slaves do not speak
to their mistresses without permission. They do not do ANYTHING unless
they are told. Are we in agreement?"
Hank nodded.
"Speak, slave!" she bellowed. Her hand slapped his other cheek,
a little lighter this time.
"Yes, ma'am." he suggested.
Mellinda calmly straddled his legs and began to unbutton her
blouse. Her heaving breasts were clad in an emerald green brassiere,
just inches from his gaping mouth. Hank was still reeling from the speed
of her transformation, but something primal in him responded to this
treatment. His dick was saluting her audacity and she had to feel it
through her knee high skirt and panties as she sat right above it.
Hank leaned forward and attempted to lick her chest. She
abruptly pulled away and pushed his shoulder back against the chair.
"Did I say you could do that slave? Now you must be punished."
she hissed.
Slowly, she slipped off the bra, shaking it just a little as her
breasts were freed completely. Then, while keeping his shoulders pushed
against the back of the chair, she rubbed the twin mound against his
forehead and his eyes. As hard as he tried, she had the leverage, and
she was in control. All he could do was watch...and feel.
After a few agonizing minutes that might as well have been hours,
She slipped back off of him. Hank gushed out a breath of air. Mellinda
stood in front of him and lightly pushed his wheeled chair into the
center of her office. Then, to a tune he could imagine she was listening
to in her head, she stripped off her skirt, her white half-slip, and
stood in front of him clad only in her matching emerald green thong
panties. She bent over with her hands toward her desk and waved her
pearly-peach ass cheeks in his direction, looking under her armpit at his
stupefied visage.
Hank's wood was straining against his zipper now, but only she
could free it. Mellinda, oblivious to his pain, finished her dance by
throwing the panties, soaked with her female musk, onto his face with a
perfect lob toss from her left big toe.
"Now," she sneered with her fire engine red lips, "We ride the
stud."
When she pulled the riding crop out of her desk drawer, Hank knew
just how serious she about the" riding" part.
Her fingers were surgical in their precision. She undid the
buttons of her shirt with her teeth as her hands unleashed his engorged
monster from his jeans and boxers. His blue oxford had lipstick smears
along its midline, and his white T-shirt underneath was removed with
scissors, but Hank was too dazed to care.
Hank's penis stood erect up to his belly button. Mellinda eyed
it critically, noting things out loud in a disturbingly analytical
fashion. "Maybe 7 inches erect...slight tilt to the right side,
indicating right handed dominance...Tanner Stage 4 pubic hair...a fine
European specimen."
"God," Hank cried, "Don't just look at it" The pressure was
getting to him.
"Tsk, tsk," she whispered leaning down towards his crotch. At
first he dreamed, he HOPED she would relieve him in some fashion.
Instead, she plucked out one, two, three, four pubic hairs Hank felt
each exquisite rip and nearly shot off each time. Pain, he thought, was
now pleasure. It excited the shit out of him.
Mellinda moved with a cat-like grace over him again. She lifted
up his penis and inserted it into her wet, hairy pond. Leaning one hand
on Hank and one on the desk, she pumped up and down several times then
paused leading into a slow up and down pump. She continued like this a
few minutes, until Hank felt like his sac was about to burst, then she
unhilted his shaft, leaving just his red-purple knob inserted. Then,
with agonizing control, she made slow circular motions with just his
blood-gorged knob parting her slit. There were slight gugling noises as
the knob slipped and pushed between her well-lubricated labia
Hank thrust his head back so he was looking at the ceiling. This
technique was tortuous and somehow, he was enjoying it more than anything
else in the world. Dr. Kent must have witnessed some primitive cultural
tribeswoman using this method on her sire. Western minds could not dream
of something this exotic and potent.
The slap from the riding crop stunned Hank.
"Eyes on me, slave!"
Hank's eyes grew wide. The slap was the breaking point. His
penis began to leap as his nuts pumped his juices against gravity.
But then, he felt a searing burning pull on his sac. Mellinda,
sensing his imminent climax, had reached down and yanked his ball away
from his body. His tests fought to return to their comfort zone, but
they failed, and his orgasm with them.
"AWWWWGHHHUUUUHHH" Hank exclaimed.
"Slave will cum when he is asked," she said politely.
Mellinda released her iron grip on his balls and threw her
imposing frame onto him. She thrust her enormous (and only slightly
sagging) breasts into his mouth and he licked her rosy red nipples
eagerly. She thumped her full body up and down onto Hank with increasing
fury. Her excited juices sprayed over his lower abdomen and thighs,
soaking his jeans. His penis ached from the ferocity of the fucking, but
he didn't care.
"Ohhh, ride me, stud! YES! Fuck me, you young stallion. FUCK
ME!"
Her orgasm came first. She ocked her head back and forward for a
few moments, the violence of her shaking undoing the thick braid down her
back.
She pushed his face into her cleavage while moaning, and Hank
could not hold back his aborted load any longer.
"UHHHHH! MUHHHLINDAAAAAAHHHH! I'M CUMMMMIN!" he cried.
Mellinda leaned back against the desk and absorbed his spasms of
cum. She pulled his slackening rod out for the last few dribbles.
Hank's cum spit onto her silky pubic hair and dripped onto the rug below.
Mellinda smeared the milky droplets like lotion onto her cunt lips, and
then smeared her moistened fingers along Hank's lips. He sighed and
nearly fainted in his chair.
"Now, slave," she cooed. "If you can get hard in the next five
minutes, you'll get an A for the semester."
Without mercy or pause, she began pumping his flaccid rod.
****
Chapter 6
****
Sarah was in definite disarray, or at least that's how she
felt. All that crap with Sandy and the whole lesbian love thing that really
didn't make any kind of sense yet was strangely really meaningful only
combined with the confusion she was feeling about Hank's trysts and apparently
continuing intimate relationship with HER OWN FUCKING ROOMMATE.
And then there was last Saturday night, when she got really
staggering drunk at this frat party that she had been talked into going to
by the
very same Hank-screwing Alison. Jesus Christ, that was ridiculous.
The whole thing had started out more or less sedately for those kinds of
things; some lame disco ball in the living room, which had been
emptied of furniture and filled with about two hundred sweaty freshmen. They
blasted Techno until about midnight, and then somebody got a hold of
the CD player and stuck in some rap. It only got worse after that,
although maybe the fact that she had downed TWO whole margaritas and a beer by
that time had contributed to her bewildered state.
Wandering upstairs, Sarah had stumbled around between bedrooms
looking for someplace to pee, her bladder bursting underneath the tightness of
her belt and jeans. They each had looked about the right size for a
bathroom, even if she wasn't seeing clearly at the time. She counted
five different sexual encounters that she stumbled across while
searching.
In one room the light from outside had illuminated the blurry
shapes of a woman lying on a pile of crumpled laundry, naked from the
waist down,
drunkenly giggling with content as her lover held her legs on either
side of his chest and pounded his penis deep into her. His grunts
startled and excited Sarah, who felt the blood rush to her head and her
knees begin to bend in ways they shouldn't. The girl on her back cried
a little more loudly and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, her
saliva glistening in the faint yellow light. Sarah thought she could see her
breasts jiggle even beneath her blouse. She must have big boobs,
thought Sarah.
Again the confusion. It almost made her stomach turn
upside-down. How could she want both of them at once? She wished they
were both naked
suddenly, and then chastised herself for thinking in such a brazenly
lustful way. Embarrassed, Sarah took a deep breath and quickly left
the doorway.
Down the hall on the same side a similar tiny-looking room from
the outside turned into another bedroom, this one lit by a halogen lamp
leaning in the corner behind the door. Damn, she needed to go! And
all of these places looked alike before she virtually got inside them!
Before she moved on, she heard not one, but two grunts from the room
and was incredibly curious. She peered around the edge of the half-closed
door and spied first one naked man, his back to her, and then another,
facing her direction, both standing. Between them she could see the
exposed whiteness of a back adorned by long blonde hair and a butt
reared up against the groin of the second guy, who was fucking her
slowly. Sarah gasped when she realized what the girl was doing. A
smacking of lips and more groaning confirmed it. Bending over, the
blonde was taking the first man in her mouth while the second one
humped her lustily from behind.
Despite the pain from her abdomen, Sarah's juices responded
startingly to this new scene. She could feel the dampness growing in her
panties,
somehow sapping away the intensity of her need to pee. Her mouth got
dry, and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!" cried the girl, removing her mouth from the penis and
shaking her hair so that it coiled off her back and down to the floor. "Do it.
DO it!" She was breathing more heavily, and she lifted herself up from
her bending position, her hand dropping noticeably down to her crotch.
As she did so, the man behind her grunted and shifted into a sitting
position, sinking to the floor as she moved up and then pivoted her ass
down with his hidden dick stuck deep in her box.
Sarah couldn't hear it herself, but her own breathing began to
pick up and echo that of the girl's. She suddenly gasped, realizing what she
was watching and turning around in the threshold. Looking back into
the darkened hallway, she bit her lip and twisted it in indecision. Her
crotch was moist, and her nipples tingled faintly, and now she could
hear and feel that her breaths were deeper and more labored. Shaking
with arousal, she closed her eyes and slid stealthily back to the door.
Beyond it, she heard the girl mutter, "Come on, give it to me.
OHHH!!" A squishing, wet sound broke through the sound of three people
breathing for an instant, and then resided. "No," continued the
blonde, more slowly, as if the words were becomind harder to form with each
passing moment, "I m-meant you. C'mere."
Sarah peered around the door again and saw that the second man
had sat down completely now, and his hands gripped the girl's hips tightly,
sawing her up and down on his shaft. The second man was putting his
penis between the girl's breasts, which she held together for him.
They weren't large, jiggly, fluid-filled boobs, thought Sarah, but they were
attractive, especially when she pushed them together, as they would
appear with an invisible bra. The nipples were light pink, barely
distinguishable from the surrounding skin.
As his penis slid into her cleavage, the guy groaned again and
quickly started massaging her breasts with both hands, bending up and down with
his knees while still standing, running his dick in and out of her
cleavage slowly, rubbing her tits against his peter continuously. His
dick wasn't exceptionally long, thought Sarah, but it had a funny curve
to it that was new to her. It was unlike Hank's in most ways; that
was the only other reference point she really had. Even Bobby back in
highschool would never show her his penis, even though she had rubbed
it through his pants and let him touch her breasts too.
The sight of his butt moving up and down, clenching and
unclenching as he moved his dick in and out, caused her heart to beat
faster and the
fluids to bubble out of her. She had the feeling of her jeans getting
soaked through down there, even if she knew they couldn't be.
Gasping, the girl began to mew and groan uncontrollably.
Behind her, the second guy squeezed his eyes shut and stopped his movements
suddenly. As if brutally disappointed and reproachful, the girl
suddenly redoubled her pelvic efforts, lifting up and shoving herself
back down onto his dick with incredible force, and then doing the
motion all over again even harder.
The second guy cried out. "UHH!" His eyes forced open and he
suddenly doubled over, crushing his chin into her back as his orgasm jolted out
of him. Groaned, the blonde continued her mad rush, furiously rubbing
her own breasts and the first man's penis in front of her while she
rode the jerking, shivering man beneath her.
With a loud gasp, she suddenly stopped also, and Sarah could
see all her muscles tighten. Quickly, her hands resumed their rubbing while
her cunt spasmed, and she inhaled deeply. By now, Sarah saw a white ooze
dripping out of her vagina, and she was clearly nearing the end of her
own orgasm. The man behind her had stopped his contortions and slumped
to the floor, his arms folding beneath his head as he reclined, his
penis still entombed within his lover's slit.
The only motion remaining was that of the first guy, who had
grabbed both breasts of the girl roughly and was speeding up his pace. Sarah
felt the warmth of her blood returning to her face, and a swell passed
through her belly. She began to shiver, and she could feel her nipples
tighten and shrink, sticking and pulling against the fabric of her bra.
Breathing more calmly finally, she slipped away back into the hall,
just in time to hear what was undoubtedly the first guy shoot off. He
literally yelped a couple times, and the girl emitted a low shriek,
obviously feeling the spray of his semen either in her face or on her
chest. Maybe in her hair. The thought sent another shiver down her
spine, and the suddenness of her need to urinate was incredible.
Behind her, she could hear the contented sighs and heavy
breathing of the threesome. Her need was incredible, and her arousal was
almost an annoyance.
After two more rooms of people having sex, she finally found
the bathroom. Neither scene she interrupted could hold a candle to what
she just experienced, however. In one a couple was just kissing and
fondling, and in the second room she could only hear the sounds, it was
so dark. The third door she tried was the bathroom, and she scurried
inside, found the lightswitch, and locked the door.
The place was filthy, but it had a commode. She flushed down
somebody else's piss that had apparently been sitting for a long time, and she
wiped off the seat with some toilet paper. In a millisecond she was on
the toilet, and her urine virtually shot out of her, foaming and
rolling in the water beneath her.
She actually smiled and sighed an audible "AH!!" Never this
much alcohol ever again. Ugh. Of course, a lot of people drink more than
three drinks and they're OK, but it would take a while before she could
get up to that level. Shit, she had only been at college a few weeks,
and already she was trying to keep up with some of the upperclassmen
she
saw.
Her stream ebbed and stopped, and Sarah tore off another piece
of paper. She rubbed it over her place, and inadvertently hit her special
spot too. Sarah shuddered. And then she rubbed it again, just a
little, on purpose. She shivered, and her nipples got harder again.
And the scene returned to her; they were all there, and she
was riding up and down, up and back down again, and his penis slid back
and forth
in her cunt, and between her breasts, and his hands clamped tightly
around her waist. She wondered how the penis must have felt in her
hands, in her cleavage, rubbing roughly across her nipples, against her
clit, through and all around the inside of her vagina, against the lips
outside. She was rubbing quickly now, and her breasts swelled almost
imperceptibly. Without knowing, she started to heave up and down on
the seat, keeping her thighs touching while her body from groin up swelled
up, then down, as her fingers/penis slid all around, in and out, back
and forth, and focusing on her point of pleasure.
She threw her head back in ecstasy, her eyes tightly closed and
seeing nothing but the clenching butt muscles moving up and down with the
thighs, the waist, and the shoulders. Her mouth fell open, and she
sucked in a lungfull of air. The point was coming closer, increasing
in intensity, and a deep warmth was building in her depths. She stopped,
caught the wave, and rode it out, arching her back so severely that it
popped. Exhaling an entire cloud of orgasm-laced euphoria, she removed
her hand and laid it on her thigh, letting the blood course through her
crotch and slowly return calm to her limbs as the pounding subsided.
She had diddled in the fucking FRAT HOUSE, for God's sake!
Sure, she had been drunk, but Jesus, what the hell? And she couldn't forget the
picture of that triad, no matter what she thought of. Since Saturday
she had masturbated twice more --- a pace she hadn't ever kept up ---
and both times, she couldn't clear the image of the lovers from her
head.
Something had changed within her, that was sure. But what was
it? She didn't think she was finding it out just lying in bed at night, rubbing
her clit over and over until she exploded in silent, personal, formal
joy. This wasn't anything new. No, there was something else.
Something looming on the horizon. There had to be.
****
From ryanedw@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 22 12:13:03 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freshman Week Fun 7+8/10
From: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 10:13:03 -0700
--------
DISCLAIMER: Claim what you want, but this is complete fiction. Nobody is what
they seem. The guy? That's only what you THINK. So none of the characters
are based on reality. Except maybe Binkie the Mailman. If you're under 18,
you might want to ask your mom whether or not you should read this.
_____
"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
Chapter 7
****
Hank was more tired than he had ever been. With every passing moment he
regretted his beer-influenced decision of the previous weekend to pledge
"Pi Psi Beta." Hank's grades were hitting bottom (except his
Anthropology seminar), he had gotten to a single class on time for the
last 10 days,
he had slept maybe 3 hours a night on average, and here he was stripped bare to
his waist, standing in a puddle of flat Michelob, and singing the most
sexist song known to man while being rated, yes, rated on his singing
ability by three seniors with clipboards whom he did not even know.
He really regretted when he got himself into situations like this one.
But, frankly, he had no choice. He had hoped to meet new friends and
form bonds within a month, but here it was nearly the end of first semester
and his social life was dead on arrival. Hank's thoughts turned to all the
women in his life. Alison. Sandy. Mellinda. Sarah. With Sarah came a
pang of, well, he did not know what to call it. Guilt? Remorse? Fear?
Affection? Love--
Slap! The PPB brother's paddle left a smarting welt across Hank's
shoulder blades.
"Pay attention!" Hank's pledge sponsor yelled.
"Sorry," Hank replied sheepishly. Unfortunately, the throbbing welt
brought back memories of a few weeks back with Mellinda. She had
introduced him to her full length whip and the very painful world that
came with it. Now, his penis began to spring to life, for she had trained him
to react to pain with sexual excitement. "If he smacks me with that
again," Hank mused, "I'm going to lose my load right here."
"Okay, pledges, now that you've drank from our sacred chalice, felt our
paddles, and learned our songs, you must enter or dungeon and meet our
final test!"
Hank did not care what awaited him so long as it was a bed or a
relatively flat surface. The "dungeon" was nothing more than the frat house's
basement, redone for some silly initiation rite. He hated to tell them,
but the sacred chalice reeked of vomit, their songs were atonal and
violated the unspoken laws of good taste, and their paddles were moments
way from ending up in their asses.
"In you go!"
Hank was pushed onto the stair steps by two of the larger PPB brothers.
The stairwell was completely dark, as was the basement. There were
sounds of people shuffling from side to side at the bottom, but it was very hard
for him to see as his eyes were still accommodating to the dark. The
brawny PPB brothers shoved him down the stairs, and Hank barely managed to keep
his balance as his bare feet hit the cold concrete floor.
His pledge brother had warned him about the dungeon. Every year, it was
different. His pledge brother's year, it had been a combination of beers
around the world, blow pong tournament, and circle jerk. Hank really was
not in the mood for more liquor, and he was not exactly thrilled at the
thought of wasting perfectly good semen as a pizza topping. Still,
whatever they asked, he had to do.
He worried about what awaited him in the darkness of the basement. Some
light crept down the stairs, and another initiate was tossed down the
stairs. A third initiate joined moments later. The three freshman stood
around in the dark hoping some indication of what awaited them would
become apparent soon.
A pair of hands grabbed Hank from behind around his waist. He felt his
belt buckle undone, then his pants and boxers were unceremoniously yanked
down to his ankles.
"Hey, what's the big...idea," Hank lost his focus on the last word.
The hands were moving up his thighs. When they reached his semi-erect
member, they playfully mingled with his thick patch of pubic hair. The
slender fingers stroked his penis, which immediately responded to its
royal treatment. While one hand stroked his elongating shaft, a second
gently kneaded his nut sac. Hank groaned with the pleasure that swelled
up from his crotch, shivered up his spine, and set off fireworks in his
head.
"Welcome, gentleman, to Pi Psi Beta initiations," a voice smoother than
silk and alarmingly familiar whispered from behind him. "We're the
sisters of Delta Sigma Omega. Pleasure us at our Roman orgy."
The lights were slowly raised to a moderate glow. The basement couches
had been rearranged into a "U" shape. On each lounged a voluptuous
representative of DSO, a sorority whose legendary oral sex had earned
them the nickname "Dicks Sucked Off."
The blonde on the first couch was damn near the most beautiful woman Hank
had ever seen. Like the other two girls, she was dressed (barely) in a
thin silky white nightgown that hid nothing. Her 36B breasts were pert
and featured two wonderfully reddish-brown nipples. Her smooth belly
flowed into the triangular delta of meticulously clipped sandy blonde
pubic hair. Her long legs (she was maybe 5' 9" standing, Hank figured)
were smooth as virgin ice. Hank had trouble shifting his gaze to the
next couch to the right.
The raven haired beauty on the central couch was an equally
pulchritudinous delight. What she little she lacked in figure she more
than compensated with in attitude. When Hank first peered at her, she
slowly withdrew her left index finger from between her curved lips and
licked the whole length of the finger with her pointed red tongue for
good measure. She trailed the wet digit down her chin and over her
pearly white neck. When she reached her ample bust, her other hand
joined the fun. She pinched both nipples and pulled them away from her
breasts, adding a little "ohh" just to drive the three men a little more
over the edge. Her hands then left her ripe mounds and squeezed between
her womanly calves. She spread her legs slightly, and probed her moist
slit with her two hands. A looks of utter rapture and bliss passed
across her face and she released another endearing "ohhh."
The third couch was empty at first, but Hank realized the woman who had
stripped them was its occupant when she materialized from behind them (he
had not really been paying attention). To Hank's surprise (beneath a bit
of makeup that made her look just a bit on the trampy side), the third
DSO girl was Alison! He recognized her reddish brown hair and her petite
frame even in the dim light. She straddled the couch and fell teasingly
so her gown rolled up to her belly button. The three of them got a
delectable view of her pink pussy lips. Alison then signaled and
beckoned each man to his partner. Hank, by luck or design, was paired
with the brunette in the center.
When he got within range, she sat up on the couch. Her mouth descended
to his cock and Hank felt the refreshing sensation of a wet mouth on his
glans. To his left, he heard the other initiate groan. Suddenly, a jet
of semen struck the blonde in the face, and she recoiled with a giggle.
The boy was red in the face and seemed genuinely disappointed at his
breif showing.
Hank's dark-haired mate pulled away quickly from Hank's engorged penis
and caught the next shot of cum from his premature ejaculation. The
blonde pushed her away with a squeal, "Mine, Dee, get your own!" The
initiate's third and fourth shot splattered on Dee and her blonde
competition's faces. When Dee returned to hank's cock, she had a slick
silvery streak from the bridge of her nose to her chin.
"Now, where was I?" she asked examining Hank's waiting staff. She shot
forward like a snake consuming its prey and took him up to his nuts. Her
tongue worked his shaft like a pop sickle while she applied an amazing
amount of suction to the shaft.
"Hey, no fair, mine went limp!" the blonde cried from Hank's left. She
crawled onto the floor and put her head between Hank's legs. Hank felt
another mouth join Dee's as the blonde laid a sucking kiss onto his sac.
Someone was also digging her fingernails into Hank's buttocks, and he was
in heaven.
Dee released her stranglehold on Hank's cock. "Suck it up, Debbie, you
can't have mine, too," Dee added between licks of the ring between his
glans and his shaft. Hank's penis was beginning to leap with each
electric touch of her raspy tongue. His balls were pulling and tugging
in anticipation of a monstrous orgasm.
To his right, Hank heard Alison sucking off the second initiate. Gary's
(?) grunting was reaching a fever pitch crescendo. Alison clamped down
on his spasming firecracker as he unleashed a load of seed into her
waiting orifice. Dribbles of cum ran from both corners of her mouth
making her look like a mischievous five-year old who just gobbled a whole
ice cream cone. The guy groaned and fell to his knees, but Alison
followed him to the floor and slurped the last dribbles of cum from his
dwindling penis.
Hank was moments away from joining the guy on the floor. His fatigue,
combined with Dee's sucking, was driving him into a giddy, heady state of
consciousness. He barely noticed when Dee released his cock and pulled
him closer to the couch. He did notice when she thrust her pelvis
forward and slid his saliva-slicked member into her moist cunt. The
purplish head of his enraged monster parted her moist labia and found its
way into the comfortably warm confines of her vagina. Her nimble hands
eased the shaft all the way in, so that when he looked down, just a
pinkie width of his stalk was visible adjacent to her dark pubic hair
pelt.
He thrusted forward and back. Dee braced her hands behind her against
the couch and accepted each thrust with a nod of her head. With each
pound, her tit mounds shook up and down. Hank reached forward and
grabbed the meaty orbs. His hands slipped around her sweaty tits; his
thumb and forefinger pinched her strawberry red nipples.
Alison abandoned her initiate and laid a wet kiss onto Hank's lips. Her
tongue darted into his mouth and twisted around his. She inched closer
and rubbed her wet cunt mound against his upper thigh. Her hands stroked
every inch of his torso. Then, another set of hands grabbed his
buttocks, and Hank realized Debbie was mirroring Alison's movements on
his left thigh. The two girls' excitement juices ran down his muscular
legs as he thumped Dee. Hank was absolutely giddy with the myriad of
sensations. Alison worked his nuts between her fingers. She tugged on
them, giggled, pulled his shaft half out of Dee's sopping wet cunt, and
then, lest he protest, she jammed her long tongue down his throat.
Debbie did her best to distract Hank away from Alison and Dee. She
licked and nibbled his earlobe. She moved one her legs halfway up his
abdomen, smearing her feminine juices along his side. She smashed her
breasts into his chest and ran her white hot nipple nubs across his skin.
It sent shivers down Hank's spine as she coated his sweaty skin with her
musk and used her tits to rub it into him like one would suntan lotion.
Then, in one last attempt to drive him wild, she jammed her lubricated
middle and index fingers to their first knuckles into his anus.
The slick digits drove him wild. The sensation was not dissimilar to the
release he felt in his ass after a sufficiently large dump. A tingling
flame ran up his back.
Dee was rocking much faster now. Hank had held off as long as he could.
Hank dug his hands into her breasts while driving his dick straight for
her cervix. His cock leapt and unloaded its hot load into her
contracting channel. Dee's head shot back, and she exhaled a loud wail
into the air. With each orgasmic spasm, Hank shuddered until his limp
cock fell out of her cunt. Hank sank to his knees. Dee fell back to the
couch. Alison kneeled down next to Hank and planted a small peck on his
cheek.
"I think you're an amazing PPB brother," she whispered in his ear.
Strangely, though, Hank had wished it had been Sarah, and not Alison, who
had whispered in his ear at that moment. His musings stopped when he was
tossed aside in favor of the next batch of initiates.
****
Chapter 8
****
She almost ran right into him while walking swiftly past the mailboxes
in the student center. Sarah was leafing through the few pieces of junk
mail she had received, and she nearly dropped them all while deftly
avoiding plowing straight into Hank, who appeared out of nowhere, walking
the other direction at an even more frenetic pace. There was something
strange about him, though. . . .
"Whoa!" sputtered Sarah, feeling her weight teeter on the ends of her
toes as she brought her body to an unexpected screeching halt. Her
outstretched fingertips grazed his chest briefly, then she snatched them
back toward herself, clutching at the letters. "Hank! Hey!"
"Hey Sarah," said Hank, a goofy grin passing over his face, replacing
the look of surprise. "I haven't seen you in a little while! What's
going on?"
"I'm just getting my mail, and then I was going to go back to my room
and do some work, I guess. On Thursdays I don't have class after 1:30.
What's that?"
Sarah pointed at a rough-looking string that was tied around Hank's
neck. Hank smiled broadly, almost as if he were proud of something, and
replied, "It's holding up this." Turning around, he pointed over his
right shoulder to the item dangling from the other side of the string
loop. It looked like a sandwich.
"Don't tell me. A pledge duty?"
"Yeah," he said, still with his back to her. "It's a peanut butter and
banana sandwich. Pretty gross, huh?" The sandwich was indeed rather
stale-looking, with a large amount of non-sandwich debris stuck to the
side that was facing out. The string ran to the middle of the sandwich
and then around a few times, and where it touched the sandwich the bread
had gradually been cut through by the string. To Sarah, it didn't look
like the poor thing had very long to live. Hank turned around again.
"They make all of us wear one for three days. You know, PPB and all."
"But peanut butter and banana would be P-B-B, wouldn't it?" Sarah
narrowed her eyes and sniffed, smirking.
"Hey, the Greeks spelled butter with a 'p', I guess. Go figure." Hank
realized the whole thing probably seemed really stupid to her, but he was
still proud in a strange sort of way. He had seen a few other dudes
wearing sandwiches the last two days, and every one he ran into had a
friendly thing to say to him, at least. They were all definitely in the
same boat on this one. One guy's was really disgusting, all gooey and
shriveled. He had said he kept it on while showering. "Pretty dumb,
huh?" He bent his neck and looked at his hands.
"Hey, whatever does it for you, that's cool," she laughed. "Some guys
like boobs, some guys like butts, and you, I guess, just like mouldy
sandwiches. I understand."
He wrinkled his brow at her. As far as he could remember, it wasn't her
habit to just randomly mention tits and ass like that. He had to fight
to suppress a smile. Good little Sarah. She had never been like that
when they dated. "Hey now," he scolded, "I guess you just aren't up on
ALL the initiation rituals, huh?"
"Actually Alison told me ALL about it, chum," said Sarah, winking at
him. She was just waiting for that to come up, and she could hardly
contain herself. In fact, she and Alison were pretty close; they talked
a lot about how they each felt about sex and guys and bizarre love
triangles. Her lips pulled at her teeth in an irresistable drive to
smile. She held out for as long as she could, but eventually, Sarah
broke out laughing.
Hank's blood ran cold, and he felt his ears almost ringing with the
revelation. Holy shit! He started stammering something without any kind
of sense or coherency. "Er, I didn't think that, um, yeah; I went and
she, uh. . . ."
Sarah just laughed at him, although at least she kept relatively quiet
about it. But anyone actually LOOKING at them would surely realize what
was going on. He was bright, bright red, and she was rapidly approaching
the same color through giggling so hard. "You dumbass! What, you don't
think we TALK?" she cried, doubling over. She couldn't held dropping
all her mail to the floor, and she didn't even try to summon the
discipline to pick them up while writhing in laughter. "Ha ha ha!!"
"Um, well, ha ha ha. . . ." Hank couldn't help himself either. It was
starting to seem kind of funny to him too. This WAS Sarah, after all,
and he had talked with her about pretty personal stuff before upon
occasion, so it wasn't as if some complete stranger had come up to him
and disclosed his very own sexual history right back to him. But somehow
he hadn't wanted Sarah to know --- he didn't want her to know what he had
done with other girls. He felt relieved now, suddenly, but there was
also a sense of embarrassment that lingered, which seemed to be tied into
not what he did, but rather who knew about it.
"I'm sorry," said Sarah, looking up at him while holding onto her knees.
"That was pretty mean. But I couldn't resist. You and your smug little
'well-you-don't-know-what-we-big-boys-do' thing were just begging to get
brought down a little bit."
"I'm glad you were the one to do it, I guess," replied Hank. He bent
down. "Let me give you a hand, Miss Know-It-All." He reached for her
pile of dropped mail and picked up the first thing that caught his eye.
"'Victoria's Secret?'" laughed Hank, standing up straight and looking
at the magazine with a knowing smirk.
"Hey!" cried Sarah, suddenly the object of the teasing now. "Gimme
that!"
On the cover was the usual thin-waisted, pouty-lipped, completely
stacked model wearing some emerald-green nothing. Hank was about to
open it up and leaf through it when Sarah snatched it away. "So. I guess I
like mouldy sandwiches, and you just like skanky lingerie, huh?"
Now it was Sarah's turn to blush, but she wasn't nearly as speechless as
Hank had been. "Skanky? Yo, Hank, do you know what you're even talking
about? I seem to remember a certain Valentine's Day going by completely
forgotten a few years ago by a certain moron who was dating this
incredibly wonderful and beautiful girl at the time."
"Yow! Now let's not get personal here!" Hank was smiling, though. "I
asked you whether I could get you underwear for your birthday, you know,
and you said no." It was true; he remembered that moment as being one
of considerable embarrassment. They were only 16 at the time, and he
felt for sure that she had shot down the idea as another example of
"moving too fast." God, he had gotten used to that phrase over the
years. Somehow recent events, having involved significant departures
from that philosophy, made those earlier times stand out in his memory
even more. He sighed silently at the recollections. Kissing in the
front seat of his Taurus, copping a feel on the parents' couch in front
of a rented Disney movie, touching her breasts and then being quickly
refused and diverted when his hand strayed further down.
"Ooo! Now THAT brings back memories," said Sarah. Hank looked at her
quizzically; how did she know what he was thinking? But no, she was
only referring to the whole underwear thing. "You know, that didn't last
forever. My boyfriend Alex gave me something without asking actually, so
I didn't have much choice."
"Alex Lindstrom?"
"Yeah. You knew we were going out," replied Sarah. She was suddenly
struck by the emotion in Hank's face. He was clearly disturbed by the
knowledge that someone else had given her lingerie. Her stomach tingled
slightly in response, and she felt a warm rush that immediately subsided.
Whoa, she thought. That was really weird. What WAS that?
"Yeah, but I thought that was only for about three months! He bought
you lingerie?" He was definitely puzzled. This didn't exactly fit with
what he knew about Sarah. Of course, there was that whole lesbian thing
with Sandy that REALLY blew the hell out of his preconceptions, but that
whole Sandy thing was just way too fucking weird to begin with.
"Uh huh. We kind of went too fast."
Hank grinned. There was that phrase again. "I guess I just shouldn't
have asked, huh?"
Sarah slowly returned his smile, exhaling through her nose in a small
laugh. "No, you shouldn't have. You just should have gotten me
something without asking that I'd never wear ever again and wouldn't like
anyway. You know I just really never know what I want and need some guy
to tell it to me," she laughed sarcastically. "We chicks just really
need to be dominated deep down, after all."
"Yeah, right," snorted Hank. He knew she was shitting him on this one.
If there's one thing Sarah would never be mistaken for it was a
submissive, passive creature. Even so, he was wondering if he was
mistaking the obvious meaning of her words for something more subtle. He
looked absent-mindedly at her body, and then quickly pulled his gaze back
to her face, realizing what he was doing. But before he regained his
wits, he had already scoped her out enough to cause his blood to heat and
his heart to begin thumping audibly in his ears. He hadn't meant to, but
his eyes had focused on her breasts, vaguely outlined behind the knit
cotton turtleneck and the loose, untucked flannel shirt she was wearing.
His mind was filled with memories of her breasts, pale and cold to the
touch in the coolness of the darkened family room in front of the TV.
They bobbed when she rose to hug him, and he couldn't keep from staring.
His breath quickened, and he felt his ears ringing slightly. He tried to
focus on her eyes, and the intensity of her stare almost startled him.
Sarah caught him. She knew where he had looked, and she wasn't sure,
but she thought it excited her. Her stomach rearranged itself for an
instant, and she felt warm for a moment, but then she was back to normal
and looking at him, trying to detect exactly what was running through his
head. There probably wasn't much point. She knew him well enough to
realize that most of the time she really couldn't figure out what he
really wanted to do, and that most of the time he ran on impulse. That
was the way he had always been with her; impulsive, really impulsive,
but also really, really cautious. The combination had kind of thrown a
wrench into anything. She recalled the first time she let him touch her
boobs; he kept asking if it was okay, and she practically had to put his
hand on her himself, almost defeating the purpose of the whole thing. He
had asked for her to take her shirt off, which had sent chills down her
spine and set her heart racing, but then he kept being so hesitant to DO
anything. There were plenty of times she had stopped him from doing
something, to be sure, but she wished that he'd just get used to it and
quit trying to anticipate everything, ruining the spontaneity in the
process. After a while, though, he retreated into passivity with her
(Her knowledge of this was all with the benefit of hindsight, of course),
and he simply stopped being daring for some reason. They never really
got very far before calling it off in the end, and she always wondered if
there might have been a way for them to interact that could have
preserved what was instead suffocated.
Suddenly she felt an impulsive streak. "Listen," she began, twisting
her foot back and forth on one toe without noticing. Hank, looking down
suddenly, observed it. "Why don't you come back to my room? It seems
like it's been forever since we've talked, you know!"
Hank swallowed hard. His dick was suddenly jerking around in its typical
pre-hard-on dance in his shorts, and he felt a little weak suddenly.
This is nothing, he told himself, nothing but a friendly chat, just like
we've been having for the last couple of years. Nothing else. Nothing.
Not unless . . . she wants it to be something, anyway. Nothing. "Yeah!"
he almost shouted, quickly dropping his voice back to appropriate levels
and shaking his head at the mistake. "Yeah, it's been a really long
time! It would be good to . . . catch up on . . . lost time."
Hank tried hard to suppress a grimace. Shit! Had he given himself away
with that last remark? At times like this these phrases seemed to jump
out of his mouth completely unbidden. His shlong literally seemed to
take over not only his thoughts, but his vocal cords and lips too.
Sarah smiled. "Great! Let's go!" She grabbed him by the arm
authoritatively. She was going to take charge of this, of them, of him,
of this feeling that was growing stronger within her with each passing moment.
It was time to straighten it out and find out what was going on with
her feelings, and Hank seemed to be somehow at the center of everything.
She wasn't sure what she was doing was really a good idea, but she was
improvising. Like all good boys do.
"Oh wait a minute," she said as they reached the student center door.
"What?"
"You have to take off your sandwich BEFORE I let you into my room,
okay?"
****
From ryanedw@ix.netcom.com Sat Mar 22 12:13:15 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Freshman Week Fun 9+10/10
From: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 1997 10:13:15 -0700
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DISCLAIMER: Claim what you want, but this is complete fiction. Nobody is what
they seem. The guy? That's only what you THINK. So none of the characters
are based on reality. Except maybe Binkie the Mailman. If you're under 18,
you might want to ask your mom whether or not you should read this.
_____
"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
Chapter 9
Sarah was absolutely giddy by the time she unlocked the door to
her room. She had walked arm-in-arm with Hank for the first time since
high school and dragged him speechless up to her room. She continued to
marvel how it easy it was sometimes to toy with some men. Back when she
was dating Hank in high school, such a naughty thought would never have
occurred to her, but here in college, she had learned, and grown, quite a
bit.
She wagged her ass at him and closed her bedroom door on him.
She knew Hank had that surprised puppy dog look she recalled
adoring back then. He was probably standing there, staring at the door,
thinking "What the fuck is she doing?" Sarah giggled louder than she
planned.
"Ss-Sarah? Is everything okay?" he asked timidly.
"Fine, fine," she said. "Hey, we came here to talk, so start
talking."
Hank's mind was racing at lightspeed. What has gotten into her?
he thought. Why was this same scene playing over and over in his life:
go into a room, girl acts weird, have sex--No, not Sarah.
"What do you want to, uh, talk about?" he offered.
Sarah stopped what she was doing behind the closed door and blew
air out of her mouth in the universal symbol of annoyance. "Oh, tell me
how your classes are going," she said. Men.
"I am getting reamed in freshman chemistry," he said while pacing
across her rug. "Lit 181 is okay. That Macro class, well, you know how
it is. The only class I have above a C in is my anthro seminar. And
that--"
Sarah made a grand entrance. The margarita red satin bra and
matching panties shaped her body perfectly. She assumed a model stance,
one leg bent a little, one calf rubbing the other seductively. Her left
hand rubbed the back of her neck and mingled with her dark brown tresses.
"See what you missed out on? Alex Lindstrom sure liked it when I
put on a fashion show for him with his gifts." A lie, but she was on a
roll, she thought.
Hank's peter jumped to life in his pants. Christ I hope I don't
low my load right here, he thought. There was quite a bit of shock
seeing Sarah like this. Seducing him, in her ex-boyfriend's gift.
And then she walked by him, like nothing had happened and she
wasn't half naked, and sat down on the couch. She patted the cushion
next to her scrumptious form and Hank nearly leapt from across the room
into it. He managed to sit with a modicum of decorum and dignity.
His hands, however, cupped the raging stiffness in his pants.
"Sarah, I just wanted to say that I never meant to hurt you," he
started.
She reached out and rubbed his thigh, dangerously close to the
caged monster between his legs. "Let's see," she said. "You get blown
by one of my roommates, watch me with another, then, just after I left,
you had sex with the second roommate. And that was JUST THE FIRST NIGHT!
If you didn't want to hurt me, you have a strange way of sparing me."
Hank was quiet. "I-It just happened. I mean, yeah, I could have
stopped it, but..."
She rubbed his thigh, even higher and closer to his cupped hands.
"Oh, Hank, it always was hard to stay angry with you. Look, I forgive
you, hell, I forgave you that night really. I just, I wanted to know you
still cared about me."
"Care? Of course I cared. How could you think I felt
otherwise?"
She looked away. "Well, it was hard. After we broke up two
years ago, I felt like I lost you forever. We were 'friends', well, that
an fifty cents would get me a can of pop. So I looked for what I thought
we had with everyone, with _anyone_."
And then he just said it. Not that it made sense, not that any
of this made any sense.
"I love you, Sarah. I always have."
They were both silent for longer than it should have been
comfortable.
Her hand wandered up to his. Their fingers locked at the first
touch. She leaned into his shoulder.
"Kiss me, Hank, like the last two years never happened."
And he did. He placed his lips over hers and pressed while a
smoldering shuddering fire burned from his head to his groin. They broke
their lip lock, resumed with more force, broke, and renewed contact with
a mounting passion in each cycle. Sarah realized quickly that this kiss
had awakened something deep inside her. She found out how much it had
reawakened in Hank when she felt his palms rubbing against her barely
clothed breasts.
Here was the spontaneity she had longed for; perhaps his recent
escapades had done him some good after all. Alison had told her about
Hank and his anthropology professor, and that was just wrong. That woman
was a sexual predator. Sarah wanted to do Hank so well that he would
never think about that skanky old whore again.
Hank's hands were rolling her firm jugs, and his erect penis head
was poking like a submarine out of his jeans. Sarah unzipped his fly and
worked his organ out of his boxer's piss slit. "Ohhh, Sarah," he
growled, and this precipitated a deep bite into his neck.
"Hank," she whispered as he nuzzled against the nape of her neck.
"Let's move to my single. I don't want _anyone_ to interrupt us."
She could have dragged him by his pecker and he would have
followed her to Hell and back. Hank was elated and shocked. After
seeing her with another woman, Hank had worried she had fallen into that
bisexual thing forever. But given the throbbing welt on his neck and her
deft exploration of his pants, he knew she was still a hot-blooded
heterosexual woman. A confused hot-blooded heterosexual woman, but he
hoped this encounter would change that confusion into definition.
The moment the door closed, clothing began to fly. Sarah yanked
Hank's shirt from his chest and over his head, only breaking her
stranglehold on his lips long enough to pass the shirt over his face.
She then finished the removal of his jeans. Hank stepped back slightly
and worked the clasp at the front of her bra, unleashing her two sizable
but not obscenely so boobs. Her nipples stood out proudly. Hank ran his
hands over them tentatively sending electric shivers down Sarah's spine.
"I wish we had done this a long time ago..." he said in a
whisper.
"Hank," she whispered back. "Shut up and FUCK me."
He nodded in agreement.
She laid down on her bed, the very same one upon which he had
received a blow job from her roommate Alison. Well, she thought, two can
play at that game. First she pulled his spongy-stiff meat all the way
out of his boxers. She moved so Hank was reclining on his side while she
began to plant kisses all over the purple head. She kissed the head, the
sensitive frenulum, she even tongued his hairy sac. Hank groaned and
writhed with the pleasure he felt. His hands shaped her soft bare
buttocks. He managed to work his finger underneath the thong back part
of the red satin undergarment and began to pump a finger into her moist
twat. each thrust parted her labia, allowing more of her sex juices to
stain her panties. She grunted and mewed her approval.
Soon, she realized Hank was straining to keep his load. His
breathing was increasing, his breaths were shallower. She was also
feeling all hot and bothered; Hank definitely had learned what a woman
liked since the last time he had tried this with her. His thumb rubbed
her clittie while he pumped two digits into her wanted honey pot. She
could feel the expectancy, the tingling pleasure welling up from her
vaginal walls. She lifted up from Hank's stiff member and pulled off her
damp panties, flinging them into her lingerie basket.
What Hank did next surprised the shit out of her. He gently
spread her legs and buried his head into her downy muff. Just like that,
as if reciprocating her oral sex was a pleasure and not a chore. And,
indeed, it _was_ a pleasure.
His tongue ran around her out labia lips, spreading her hot
juices around her whole woman channel. He darted it into and out of her
tight canal with increasing frequency. When he found her clit, her world
spun apart. Fireworks went off, the world exploded, and she bucked on
his face like an untamed horse.
"Ugh, ugh, UGH, UHHHHHAAAHHHHHH!" she cried as he continued his
assault on her blood gorged orgasm nub.
She felt like her uterus had just retreated into her stomach; the
orgasm was so powerful. Hank worked her clittie like a trooper. She
knew her juices must be coating his face, but she did not care. This was
incredible. Finally, she gasped, finally.
Hank felt her hands on his head. She pulled his head out from
between her legs and looked him in the eyes. "There are some party hats
in the top drawer," she said.
"Don't you trust me?" Hank asked.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "First, there's this thing called
_pregnancy_ you might have heard of it. Second, I don't trust all those
_others_ you've had recently."
He moved quickly after the tongue lashing and rolled a Trojan
onto his stiff member making sure to leave air at the tip. There was
something about Sarah being dominant that made his erection jump.
When Hank returned to the bed, Sarah rolled on top of him. While
staring directly into his eyes, she guided his penis into her
well-lubricated slit. She silently wondered if it had grown since the
last time she'd felt it. Or maybe he was just really into it this time,
she mused. Either way, he's yours, honey, she thought.
This was not a fuck, because what they both wanted a long, slow
screw. She eased back onto his pole and lifted ever so slightly up and
down. Hank felt like his dick would tear right off and gallop around the
room. The sensations were raw, primal jolts of pure sexual energy that
ran from the tip of his bulbous penis head up his spine and set off
fireworks in his head.
Sarah picked up the pace and leaned forward to ensure that as
much of her that could be in contact was. Her fuck juices ran out and
coated their intermingled pubes. She clawed Hank's shoulder and rammed
her face into the nape of his neck. Hank sucked her earlobe and whatever
else she let him have. He left one hand on her smooth ass and ran his
other through her silky hair. He pumped her ass like a piston now,
forceful but without pain.
She started to moan on each downward stroke. Hank met her mouth
and sucked her tongue into his. She licked his lips and planted a deep
kiss in return. Her stifled cries fell into his throat and his met them
halfway. His testes were beginning to send signals of urgent release.
Hank could feel her vaginal walls undulating and clamping down.
Sarah shot her head back and gasped. "Ohh, Hank, Ohhh, Jesus,
OHHHH, OHHHHHH!" Her strong vaginal muscles grabbed on and held his
cock.
His semen waited no longer. He felt like his prostate was about
to blow out of his ass. Jet after jet of spermy fluid sprayed onto the
latex and ran back down his cock. Sarah's love tunnel milked a few more
drops out of him with their peristaltic movements. It was heavenly.
Hank pulled his slackening cock out of Sarah and rolled to the side.
Sarah, exhausted, rolled off him and helped remove the condom.
She kissed his shoulders right between his scapulae. "You were
wonderful, Hank, just like I dreamed."
Hank could not think clearly yet. It all made sense, finally.
He contemplated a response when he heard the dorm room door open. Alison
and Sandy' voices clearly echoed through the common room.
":Sarah? Are you here?" one of them knocked loudly on Sarah's
door.
Sarah held a finger up to her mouth and Hank kept quiet.
"Sarah, I need that blouse you borrowed from me..."
"Oh, just go in an get it, Sarah won't mind..."
Hank and Sarah exchanged surprised looks and frantically grabbed
for clothing.
Too late.
The door opened and there stood Sandy and Alison.
Hank and Sarah, naked as sin, stared back.
Sandy broke the awkward silence. "Looks like you two had a good
time, mind if we come in and join the fun?"
To be concluded...
****
Chapter 10
"Sarah, I need that blouse you borrowed from me..."
"Oh, just go in an get it, Sarah won't mind..."
Hank and Sarah exchanged surprised looks and frantically grabbed
for clothing.
Too late....
The door slid open driving harsh light into the windowless
single.
"Oh, oh, oh, what have we got here?" Sandy muttered in a tsk, tsk
tone of voice.
Alison stood at her side with her jaw dropped slack.
Sarah drew her sweat soaked covers up to her chin. Hank tried to
do the same.
Sandy strutted into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
She had a wicked smile on her sultry dark lips.
She cocked her head toward the two occupants of the bed and
winked. "Looks like they've made up. Well, Alison, I think there's only
one thing left to do."
Alison nodded her head sagely and stepped across the threshold.
"What, what's that?" Hank asked meekly.
Sandy stood up quickly and pulled off her sweatshirt revealing
her naked sizable ebony jugs.
"Why, Hank dear, the only thing left to do in a situation like
this is to fuck your brains out!"
Hank turned red all the way down to his johnson, which was
already leaping to the cause.
Sandy leaned across the bed and reached down for Hank's sleeping
member. Alison had stripped down to a skimpy matched pair of robin's egg
blue panties and front closure bra. She sat down next to Hank and began
rubbing her hands all over his chest.
Sarah, who was still getting over her roommates unexpected (and
unwanted) entry to her room, found herself more than a little excited by
the prospect of a foursome. She knew now that her preferences were far
and away heterosexual, but she was not one to deny herself a forbidden
fruit when it was presented on a silver platter.
Hank turned to Sarah and began to nibble on her earlobe. She was
a sucker for that and her juices began flowing quite suddenly. She met
Hank's lips and began to probe his mouth with her tongue.
Sandy, who has managed to get completely naked, saddled up
alongside Sarah. She was so close that Sarah could feel the throbbing
heat from Sandy's moist tunnel against her upper thigh. Then, she felt
Sandy's lithe fingers working her underneath the covers. Sandy was a
mistress of masturbation; she quickly found Sarah's love bud and rolled
it between her thumb and forefinger. Wave after wave of raw pleasure
jumped up Sarah's spine. She moaned into Hank's open mouth as she jabbed
her tongue past his.
Hank was being worked too. Alison had latched on to his chest
with her vacuum suction mouth while fondling his meat under the sheets.
She had awakened his penis from its recuperation and was rolling the
shaft like a huge fleshy joint in her hands. She pinched his bulbous tip
and squeezed out some pre cum. It drove Hank wild and he had to
concentrate to keep from shooting off right away.
Being a sensitive guy, Hank felt obliged to return the favor. he
reached down with his left hand and cupped Alison's downy mound. He
snaked two fingers up their second knuckle into her twat and began
rhythmically pumping the digits into her hot snatch. Her moistness ran
down his fingers and coated his hand in a few thrusts.
Alison rewarded him with a deep hickey inducing suck on his left
nipple.
Sandy had just about driven Sarah to another orgasm. She was
experienced enough with giving pleasure to tell from Sarah's groans and
spasming that her roommie was close. So, she leaned down between Sarah's
legs and decided to finish the job with her mouth. She licked Sarah's
warm cunnie and lapped up her female cum. It did not take long before
sarah's head arched back and she cried out loudly.
Hank had to break off his kiss with her and knew he was not going
to be able to hold out long himself in Alison's care. However, she
stopped short of jerking him to completion and instead jabbed another
raincoat onto his stiff member. he closed his eyes as the pre
ejaculatory throbs subsided.
When he opened his eyes a moment later, there were three pairs of
very hungry female eyes staring back at him.
"Okay, stud muffin, let's see what you got," Sandy mewed.
And then, like they had choreographed it, all three women opened
their legs wide.
"One by one, Hank, make sure you share, no favorites!" Sarah said
with a wink.
Hank crawled up Alison first and began to hump her with reckless
abandon. Hank could see that Alison was pumping four of fingers into
Sarah's slit, while Sarah was frenching Sandy and feeling up her tits.
After a dozen thrusts, Alison dismounted and Sandy jumped onto
his dick before it even had a chance to recover. Hank's balls ached and
his ass muscles were cramping, but Sandy was insatiable. She wrapped one
hand around the base of his man stalk and slapped his ass with her other
hand. Now, Hank observed that Sarah was licking out Alison while Sarah
fingered herself with piston-like ferocity.
Alison's head reared back and she climaxed spraying her scented
lubricant onto Sarah's face.
Hank could feel his scrot contracting and preparing to hurl forth
his seed, but, abruptly, Sandy withdrew him from her tunnel and pushed
Sarah forward.
Sarah eased up to Hank and hilted him.
"Saved the best for last, I hope." She licked the tip of his
nose; he could smell Alison's excitement on her lips.
Hank's dick was calling the shots now. He began to throw his hot
dog into Sarah faster with more intensity than anyone before her or
after. Every slam made a slickened slap sound. Sweat ran down his face
and his mixed with the myriad of other juices on his body.
Sarah dug her nails into his kidneys and held on through another
bucking orgasm.
Sandy kneaded his sac while Alison rubbed her cunt underneath
Sandy's meaty pubic lips. Sandy reflexively grabbed Hank's nuts when her
own orgasm spiked through her.
Hank could not hold back and rammed his dick home. He collapsed
forward onto Sarah and felt his penis shoot wad after wad of heated jizz
against the condom wall.
A few minutes past as the three women and one man lay in a heap
of sweaty, fatigued flesh. Hank's limp organ fell out of Sarah's tunnel
and he weakly reached down to prevent any cum from falling into her
womb's entrance.
Sandy rolled over, stroking both Hank and Sarah tenderly.
"I am _so_ glad you two made up," Sandy said. "You're such a
cute couple."
They all laughed heartily and curled up in a row, Hank and sarah
sandwiched between Alison and Sandy.
[Finis.]