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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 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.
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
Chapter 5
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