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Posted by: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
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
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
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.
****
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 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.]
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
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