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Story title : Huge: Chris Goes to College 

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Huge: Chris Goes to College (MF, inc, mast, size)
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Chris' mom reluctantly releases her son-the-stud into a 
world of college coeds, who have their own agendas for 
the hugely endowed young man. 

***

Chris felt something warm and wet slip over the head of 
his cock. He smiled even though he was still half 
asleep. He felt a familiar weight settle on his groin. 
The tight wetness began to slide around on his cock. 
His breathing quickened and his eyes opened into the 
early morning gloom of his bedroom.

"Mom," he said as he glanced at the clock on his 
nightstand, "what are you doing? It's like four in the 
morning."

His mother, Heather, braced her arms on either side of 
his broad shoulders. As she leaned over, the nipples of 
her generous breasts pressed onto his chest. She gave 
him a soft, sloppy kiss on the mouth. "Sorry, honey, I 
just couldn't sleep. I guess I can't get used to the 
idea of you going away to school."

Chris sighed; his mother would have had him shot if he 
had even hinted at not going to college. She had acted 
disappointed when he had chosen Western State 
University over more prestigious schools that would 
have been much farther from home. But for the last 
couple of days, she had been screwing his brains out as 
if she were trying to convince him to stay home.

"It's only a few hours drive to the school," he 
reminded her for the hundredth time.

Heather straightened up. She pushed her hair away from 
her face and rolled her hips back and forth on Chris' 
huge cock. "I know, but I'm going to miss you."

"What about Doctor Don?" asked Chris, "I thought you 
two were getting it on pretty well in the sex 
department?" Chris had to admit to himself that he was 
a bit jealous of the rich and handsome doctor that his 
mother had been dating lately. 

Heather reached out and patted her son on his cheek. 
"Doctor Don and I are doing just fine thank you, but I 
like having you around. It's not all about the sex, you 
know. Not that the sex with you isn't mind- blowingly 
incredibly fantastic." Her eyes widened and a look of 
surprise filled her face as an orgasm shook her body. 
She could feel the involuntary contractions of her 
pussy ripple along the shaft of Chris' cock. After a 
minute she found her voice once more. "As to sex with 
Don," she continued. "He has this thick, eight inch 
cock that he thinks is God's gift to women. I believe 
he was disappointed that I didn't swoon the first time 
he pulled it out." 

"Eight inches is way above average."

"I know, but it practically disappears beside yours." 
Heather's hips went into a rapid bouncing motion as she 
had another orgasm. When she slowed back to her regular 
fucking rhythm, she said, "I suppose it might put a 
dent in our relationship if I pointed out that my 
little boy's dick made his look like a nubbin."

Chris snorted; he was hardly a little boy. He stood 
over six feet tall with a sculpted body and more than 
his share of good looks. And right now he began to feel 
an unmistakable pressure in his groin. "Uh Mom," he 
said, "I really don't want to sleep on a wet spot."

"Hang on just a second," said Heather. She shuddered 
through another orgasm, and then slid off Chris' cock. 
It was growing even stiffer and larger as she grabbed 
his shaft with both hands and pried it upwards. She 
barely managed to slip her lips over the massive head 
before Chris was pouring load after load of creamy cum 
down her throat. 

Chris managed a few more hours of sleep, and then he 
spent the balance of the next morning loading his Jeep 
Cherokee with his stuff for school. After lunch, he and 
Heather headed out to their cars for the trip to 
school. Heather was going to drive her Lexus and Chris 
was going to follow in his Jeep. They were about to 
climb into their vehicles when Chris said, "One more 
thing, I'll be right back." He ran back into the house 
and returned a minute later with an expensive fly rod 
that his Uncle Jack had given him for a high school 
graduation present. Chris carefully placed the rod 
where it wouldn't get crushed.

Heather crossed her arms under her breasts and said, 
"You're going to school to study you know. Not to be a 
fishing buddy to Uncle Jack."

Chris threw up his hands in surrender. His mom could go 
from sexy lover to demanding mother in the blink of an 
eye. "I know, I know," he said, "but I can't study all 
the time, besides there are too many good trout streams 
around the college to ignore."

Heather just shook her head and got into her car. Uncle 
Jack was actually her uncle and Chris' great uncle. She 
had given birth to Chris at the age of sixteen and with 
the help of her family, she had raised Chris. Her Uncle 
Jack had been determined that Chris wouldn't grow up to 
be 'some sort of sissy boy' as he had put it. Although 
Chris was a natural athlete, his uncle had taught him 
the basics of baseball, football and other sports. He 
and Chris had also spent a lot of time hunting and 
fishing together. Heather had always been secretly 
grateful that Chris had had such a strong male figure 
in his life.

Heather may have been reluctant to see her off to 
school, but she wasn't going to delay things by driving 
slowly. It wasn't long before they pulled into the 
parking lot next to Harmon Hall, Chris' dormitory. The 
dorm was six stories tall. The floors alternated 
between boys and girls although there were no 
restrictions about who could visit where. Chris' room 
was on the top floor, fortunately there were elevators 
available so he and Heather didn't have to lug his 
luggage up a bunch of stairs. 

When he first opened the door to his room, Heather 
looked around and said, "Well, this is uh, sparse." The 
room held two single beds with a long, rectangular desk 
between them. There were built in closets with cabinets 
and drawers for the student's things. The outside wall 
had two large windows with blinds that could be lowered 
for privacy. It took nearly two hours for Chris and his 
mom to move in all his things and put them away. "You 
know," said Heather as she looked around the room, "we 
could get you a rug - a tan one - with a bit of forest 
green and then a couple of matching pictures, something 
with dogs or hunting scenes." 

Chris looked at his mother as if she had grown another 
head on her shoulders. "Do you want my roommate to 
think I'm gay?" he asked in an exasperated voice. "The 
only things guys put on their dorm room walls are 
posters of nude women. And I don't mean tasteful line 
drawings either."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Heather. She started 
to comment on her son's lack of taste, but then she 
checked her watch instead. "Speaking of your roommate, 
I wonder where he is. I wanted to meet him, but I can't 
wait long. I have a late business appointment back 
home."

Chris shrugged, "I'll check my messages, maybe he's 
going to be late." 

Chris pulled out his lap top computer and hooked it up. 
All students at Western were required to have a 
computer and they all had an account for e-mail and 
research. After a couple of minutes on his computer, 
Chris announced, "It looks like I'm not going to have a 
roommate. This e-mail from the housing director says 
that he's already dropped out."

Heather read the message over Chris' shoulder. "That's 
too bad, she said. "But that means you'll be able to 
spread out and use this other closet." 

For a second, Chris thought his mother was going to 
rearrange his clothing to accommodate his sudden 
increase in storage space. But then she walked past the 
closets and locked the door to his room. She turned and 
gave him a sexy smile. "It also means that we'll have a 
few minutes alone before I have to go." She walked back 
and took a seat on the bed. Chris stood from the desk 
where he'd been sitting and when he faced his mother; 
she reached up and opened his pants. She pulled his 
pants and shorts down to his knees. Chris' half hard 
cock flopped over sideways and arced away from his 
groin.

"Poor baby isn't hard yet," said Heather. The tip of 
her tongue flicked out and licked the head of Chris' 
cock. She gave it little baby kisses and then softly 
ran her tongue and lips around and around the rapidly 
expanding flesh.

Chris clenched his fists. His face screwed up as if he 
were in great pain. It was maddening when his mother 
teased his cock like this. He could feel the blood 
pumping into his huge member in time with his pulse. In 
less than a minute, Heather had to lay her hand on top 
of his cock in order to keep it from growing away from 
the reach of her full lips. 

Chris looked down. His upper body was in the shade of 
the window blinds, but his mother was bathed in the 
afternoon sun. The light glinted off the highlights in 
her hair and even in that harsh light Heather looked 
younger than her thirty-four years. "You're killing me, 
Mom," moaned Chris.

His mother just looked up and smiled at her son's 
sexual agony. She continued to lick and tease at his 
throbbing cock until a drop of clear pre-cum formed at 
the slit in Chris' cock-head. Heather licked it away 
and said, "I think you're charged up enough now." 

Chris watched as she stretched her lips around the head 
of his cock. It was a tight fit, but once it was in 
there, Heather began to do wonderful things with her 
tongue. It was all Chris could do to keep his hips from 
bucking back and forth. 

Heather could feel her son's cock begin to twitch. A 
minute later she could feel his cock-head growing even 
larger in her mouth. She grabbed his shaft with both 
hands to keep it still and pulled her head back a bit. 
She jammed the tip of her tongue into the slit at the 
end of his huge cock. She knew that would set him off. 
In a second, Chris was grunting and gasping out his 
orgasm. Heather could feel the pulses of cum travel the 
length of his cock and then erupt into her mouth. She 
sucked down the hot jets of creamy cum as she grazed 
the edges of her teeth across Chris' super sensitive 
cock-head. She was rewarded when he yelped and a 
shudder of pleasure shook his big frame. 

"You were fantastic, Mom," said Chris as he packed away 
his fading penis. 

"Yeah, I know," she said with a smile. She was in front 
of a mirror, putting a couple of stray hairs back into 
place and touching up her makeup. She picked up her 
purse and in a few minutes she and Chris were 
approaching her car in the dorm's parking lot. 

In the distance Chris heard someone yell, "Yo, baby you 
can do me anytime."

Chris glanced up. He hadn't thought about it, but there 
was another dormitory about fifty yards away across the 
parking lot. It was the mirror image of his building, 
but it sat a bit higher because it sat on a slope. It 
took Chris only a second to realize that his mother had 
been sitting in full view of anyone on the top couple 
of floors of that dorm. More guys called out rude 
suggestions and Chris moved between his mother and the 
other dorm, hoping that she wouldn't make the same 
connection that he had. 

But Heather was oblivious to the yells and taunts. 
Apparently, she expected college boys to act that way. 
She got into her car and lowered the window. When Chris 
leaned over and rested his arm on the door, she grabbed 
his arm and said, "You better e-mail or call me 
everyday or so or I'll be back up here and embarrass 
you in front of your classmates."

"Don't run off, baby," Chris heard from the other dorm. 
"I've got a big boner right here."

Chris coughed to drown out the words. He patted his 
mother's hand and said, "Don't worry, Mom. I certainly 
don't want you to do anything to draw attention."

Chris stayed busy for the following weeks. He made 
friends with the guys who lived on the same floor in 
his dorm. His schoolwork didn't seem much harder than 
what he had encountered in high school. He had been 
worried that his instructors might be arrogant and 
condescending, but they proved to be normal people who 
seemed to like their jobs. 

However, there was one professor who was kind of an 
oddball. He taught Chris' history course. The guy 
looked like he had stepped out of the nineteen-
seventies. He wore his long hair swept over his ears, 
and sported thick, dark rimmed glasses. He seemed to 
know his stuff though. He would come into class without 
a book or any sort of notes and immediately begin to 
lecture. He would walk about the front of room as he 
spoke. He rarely looked at his students, preferring to 
gaze out a window or up at the ceiling. 

Chris usually sat at the back of the room for his 
history class. A freshman co-ed sat in the next aisle. 
Chris never knew her name. He just called her history-
girl to himself. They always smiled and said hello to 
one another, but Chris didn't find her very attractive. 
When she spoke, she ended every sentence with a giggle. 
She had a pleasant face, but she was at least twenty 
pounds overweight. The weight wasn't in her butt 
though; she had really big boobs. She tended to wear 
tight tops that gathered her large breasts into one 
enormous bosom. 

One day, a couple of weeks into the semester, Chris was 
sitting in that history class. The professor was 
droning on about some war or another. Chris had eaten a 
large lunch and now he was drowsy. He found it 
impossible to keep up with the lecture. Then he started 
to get an erection. He wasn't particularly horny; it 
was just one of those hormone induced things that 
happen to young men. He squirmed in his seat and 
surreptitiously adjusted the position of his huge cock 
so that it could expand easily before it could turn 
into a throbbing ache. 

Chris glanced over to history-girl, and to his surprise 
she was staring hungrily at his crotch. She looked up 
and met Chris' eyes. "Let me take care of that for 
you," she whispered. 

"Take care of what?" asked Chris, trying to ignore the 
bulge in the shorts he was wearing. 

"That," said history-girl. She pointed at his crotch. 
Chris looked down and saw that the head of his dick was 
working its way out of the leg of his shorts. 

"Don't worry, it'll go away," Chris said nervously. He 
looked around, hoping that no one else in the class had 
heard their exchange. But everyone had their attention 
on the professor and his attention was focused, as 
usual, on the ceiling. When Chris glanced back at 
history-girl she was actually pulling off her top. As 
Chris watched in amazement, she dropped her top on the 
floor, and then undid her industrial strength bra and 
casually laid it aside. 

Chris had expected to see a couple of large, sagging 
tits that drooped to her stomach, but he was surprised. 
Her breasts had a long sort of torpedo shape, tipped 
with conical areola and nipples that must have been an 
inch long. "You shouldn't squash those fantastic 
breasts into such tight tops and bras," he whispered. 

She giggled softly and said, "I've been saving them for 
you." She walked around her desk and knelt in front of 
Chris. In a second she had his cock out of his shorts. 
Chris looked around frantically, but no one was paying 
any attention. The professor droned on as he looked out 
the window, and the other students all had their eyes 
to the front of the room. 

History-girl wrapped her fantastic tits around Chris' 
cock. Despite their size, her breasts felt remarkably 
light on his throbbing member. Her cool, dry skin 
merely tickled his cock, but it was enough to get the 
cum boiling in his balls. He glanced around the room 
once more and then decided the hell with it. He began 
to pump his aching cock between all that tit flesh at a 
frenzied pace. He shut his eyes and concentrated on 
getting his rocks off. "Tighter," he hissed at the 
girl, but she didn't respond. Chris' ass was 
practically bouncing off his chair when he came. A gush 
of cum flooded from the tip of his cock. It was 
followed by more and more of the creamy stuff. Chris 
could feel his hot cum coating her tits and flowing 
around his distended cock. 

Chris opened his eyes. There was no history-girl in 
front of him though, just his darkened dorm room. He'd 
had a wet dream. "Oh shit," moaned Chris. The soft skin 
of his titty fuck was actually his bed sheets, and now 
they were soaked with cum. Chris sighed, the product of 
his wet dreams was nothing to ignore. He got out of bed 
and gathered up his messy sheets. A couple of shots 
from his cock had landed on his chest. He used his 
sheets to wipe the cum off before it could run down his 
leg and onto the floor. He cleaned even more of the 
creamy stuff off his cock. He'd cum like water shooting 
from a garden hose. As he stuffed the soiled linen into 
his laundry bag he muttered to himself, "I really need 
a date." 

The following Friday, Chris finished his last class at 
three o'clock. He joined up with two of the guys from 
his dorm and they went to the gym for some basketball. 
They had to win games in order to stay on the court and 
thanks to Chris' abilities, their team played for 
nearly two solid hours. They beat every team they 
played. When they finally left the gym, Chris' shirt 
was sweat soaked and plastered to the chiseled muscles 
of his torso. 

Chris entered the lobby of his dormitory. He was 
looking forward to a cool shower and then dinner. He 
thought that he might go to movie with some of his 
buddies later. Not exactly his ideal Friday night, but 
it would have to do. Chris waded through a sea of paper 
strewn in front of the dorm's mail boxes. There was a 
bank of post office like boxes for the dorm residents, 
and they were forever filled with junk mail. The 
students would just throw the unwanted paper on the 
floor. Chris shook his head in disgust. He was no neat-
freak, but there was no point in making such a mess, 
especially when there was trash can nearby. 

Chris decided to check his box. Despite the fact that 
his room was on the top floor of the dorm, his mailbox 
was next to the floor. He squatted and opened his box. 
He had received the same advertisements as everyone 
else. Chris wadded up the papers in his hand, and then 
he decided that at least he could clean up his little 
area. He began to gather up the strewn paper around his 
feet. 

"It's a shame that people have to be so messy," Chris 
heard from his left. He turned his head and saw pair of 
feet in sandals. The feet had neatly trimmed nails that 
were painted a sort of pearl-pink color. As he began to 
stand, Chris saw a pair of slim but shapely legs, some 
navy hip-hugger shorts, a bare midriff, a light blue 
shirt with its tails tied under noticeable, but not 
really large breasts and finally a graceful neck topped 
by a pretty face with a warm and friendly smile. 

"Yeah," said Chris, "I guess one person does it and 
then everyone figures it's OK."

"Let me help," said the girl. She bent at the waist and 
began to gather up a double handful of the papers. 
Chris got an unexpected view of a very shapely ass. 
Then she straightened up and swept her dark blonde hair 
back into place with a shake of her head. She had a 
double handful of paper. 

"Trash can's over here," said Chris unnecessarily, 
since it was in plain sight. The two walked over and 
stuffed their trash in the container at the same time. 
Their hands were touching as they withdrew them and 
Chris seized the opportunity to turn the touch into a 
handshake. "Hi, I'm Chris," he said.

"Cameron," she said as she firmly shook his hand.  

"Do you live in the dorm?" he asked. He hadn't seen her 
before and he was sure he would have remembered her. 

"No, I was just visiting someone. But you must stay 
here."

"Yeah, I'm up on the top floor," he said. 

There was a short, but awkward silence between them, 
and then Cameron said, "Listen, I'm going to be back 
here tonight. If you're not busy come by room three 
twelve around nine o'clock. I'll buy you a cup of 
coffee for being such a good citizen." 

Chris doubted that many guys could resist her bright 
eyes and open smile and he certainly wasn't one of 
them. But he didn't want to seem too eager, so he 
shrugged and said, "OK, if I'm free, I might drop 
around."

"Cool, see you later then," she said as if she were 
ninety-nine percent sure that he would show up. They 
parted, and Chris went up to his room. He showered and 
then got together with a couple of guys for dinner. He 
turned down an invitation to go into town for a movie 
in anticipation of seeing Cameron again. She had seemed 
awfully sure of herself, but that was no reason for him 
not to see her.

An hour later, Chris stood in front of his closet, 
wondering what he should wear. He wanted to be casual, 
but not sloppy as if he didn't care about what he had 
on. And he really didn't have anything dressy, short of 
a suit. He hated first dates. He got just as nervous as 
the next guy. Maybe it wasn't a date though. Maybe it 
just a cup of coffee and then she'd be gone. She had to 
be an upperclassman, why would she be interested in 
him? If it had all been just some chance sexual 
encounter, then he wouldn't be nervous. He was 
confident that he could fuck any woman until she passed 
out from sheer pleasure. But this was a date, where he 
had to make small talk and his huge cock wouldn't be a 
topic of conversation, at least not early in the 
evening. Or maybe it wasn't a date, maybe just one very 
indifferent cup of coffee. Just stop it, he said to 
himself as unreasoning came full circle. 

His attention returned to his closet. He sighed; of 
course it wasn't as if he had a huge selection of 
clothing to choose from. He settled on a clean pair of 
jeans and a loose fitting white knit shirt along with 
one of his newer pair of sneakers. 

He made himself wait until it was nine o'clock, and 
then he made his way down the stairs to the third 
floor. The girl's floors certainly smelled better than 
guy's floors he told himself as he walked down the 
hallway. He could hear feminine voices as he neared 
room three twelve. The door was wide open so he tapped 
on the doorframe as the room came into view. The room 
was basically just like his own, except for some carpet 
on the floor and various decorative touches that women 
always seemed to need. He couldn't help but notice that 
the two single beds had been pushed together, side to 
side. 

"Hi, come in," said Cameron. She was sitting on one of 
the wooden chairs that came with the room. There were 
two other girls with her and Cameron introduced them as 
he stepped into the room. "This is Kristen and Danni," 
she said, pointing to the girls in turn. Kristen had a 
hint of American Indian in her features. She had a 
slender face and body, high cheekbones, dark eyes and 
lustrous black hair that fell down her back. Danni, on 
the other hand was all curves with a full face and 
curly blonde hair. 

"And this is Chris," finished Cameron. Everyone said 
hello to one another. 

Cameron picked up a small notebook that she had been 
writing in and put it into her bag. "So those dates are 
OK?" she asked. The other girls agreed with her. Danni 
typed something into a computer, and Kristen checked 
off something in a day-planner. There was some more 
small talk as Cameron gathered up her things and stood. 

"See you guys later," Cameron said as she took Chris' 
arm and headed for the door. 

"Nice to meet you," said Chris.

"Come back anytime," said Danni as the couple went out 
the door. Chris looked back in time to see a sultry 
smile on her face.

They walked to the elevator and entered the car when it 
arrived. "Are Kristen and Danni roommates?" asked Chris 
as the elevator started down. 

"No," Cameron answered," that's Danni's room; she lives 
alone. Kristen and I live out at WSUGU - she pronounced 
it 'wes-goo'.

"WSUGU?" asked Chris.

"It stands for Western State University Girls Union. 
It's sort of a sorority, but the University doesn't 
recognize it. We have a house a couple of miles out on 
highway sixteen. Danni wants to join WSUGU, so Kristen 
and I are sort of interviewing her, seeing what she's 
like - that kind of thing." 

They walked out of the elevator and Cameron suddenly 
barked with laughter. She turned and slapped Chris on 
the arm as she continued to laugh loudly.

"What?" said Chris as he rubbed at the stinging patch 
of skin on his arm.

"The way she's got those beds pushed together, and you 
asked if they were roommates."

Chris blushed. "I didn't mean it that way," he 
protested. 

Cameron just laughed again. "That's a hoot," she said. 
"I can't wait until I tell those two."

Chris and Cameron strolled to the student union. 
Cameron picked the quieter of the union's two coffee 
shops, and the couple settled into a booth with two 
oversized lattes. Chris took a sip from his cup and 
said, "At the risk of asking the obvious, what's your 
major?"

Cameron smiled and said, "I'm taking dramatic arts, 
theater and public communication."

"Going to be an actress?"

She shrugged, "Actress, producer, director - something 
in there, how about you?"

Now it was Chris' turn to shrug. "I'm not sure," he 
said, "maybe business or teaching. I haven't decided." 
Chris winced inwardly. He had just branded himself as a 
freshman, wandering around, lost in the desert of his 
indecision. But Cameron didn't seem to notice. They 
talked for over an hour. Chris was surprised at how 
much they had in common. 

After a trip to the restroom to get rid of all that 
coffee, Chris and Cameron headed back to his dorm. "I'm 
parked over here," she said, pointing to a corner of 
the parking lot. They walked over and she stopped next 
to a large and new looking Mercedes.

"Nice car," said Chris, a bit of awe in his voice. 

"Thanks, it's a bit much," said Cameron. "But I was 
kind of reckless when I started driving. I totaled a 
couple of cars so my dad bought this thing." Her voice 
deepened and got rougher. "Young lady, you are going to 
drive this tank or walk. I know damn good and well that 
your mother would somehow blame me if you got killed in 
a car wreck." 

Chris chuckled. "My old Jeep's not far from here," he 
said, looking over his shoulder. "Try not to run over 
it as you leave."

"OK, I promise," she said as she touched his arm with 
her fingertips. "I really enjoyed our little date," she 
said in a quiet voice.

"Me too," said Chris. So it really was a date, he 
thought. And looking at her upturned face, he figured 
this would be the goodnight kiss. He tilted his head 
and gave her gentle but firm buss on the lips. 

Cameron kissed him back. Her soft lips had a direct 
effect on Chris' cock. It began to uncoil in his pants. 
She's a terrific kisser, he thought. As if on cue, 
their mouths opened and their tongues got involved. 
Chris placed his hands on her waist and Cameron slid 
her hands up his chest and around his neck. 

Their kiss became wetter and deeper. Chris pulled her 
closer and Cameron's breasts flattened on his chest. 
She ran her fingers through his hair and shoved her 
tongue even farther into his mouth. Chris could feel 
his cock swell inside his jeans. He couldn't help 
himself; he began to make little fucking motions with 
his hips against Cameron's waist. 

She pulled her lips away from their frantic kisses and 
said, "My god, Chris, is that all you down there?" She 
moved her hand between their bodies and rubbed it the 
length of his erection. 

Chris grinned at her. "Why don't you pull it out and 
see?"

Cameron couldn't resist that dare. She looked around. 
Judging from all of the light and noise coming from the 
two surrounding dormitories, there were plenty of 
people around, but it was unlikely that anyone could 
see them in this unlit portion of the parking lot. She 
struggled to get Chris' jeans and shorts down, but then 
his rigid cock sprang up between their bodies. 

"Oh shit, it's just fucking huge," she said 
breathlessly. She had one hand over her gaping mouth, 
while her other hand reached out and tentatively 
stroked his dark red cock head. 

Chris took her hand and slid it to the sensitive skin 
just behind the flaring head. Cameron massaged his cock 
as best she could. There was no way that she was going 
to be able to encircle all of that throbbing flesh with 
her fingers. 

But whatever she was doing agreed with Chris. "Oh yeah, 
that's it," he moaned. Cameron pulled his lips to hers 
and resumed their erotic kiss. Her tongue moved around 
in Chris' mouth in time with the movements of her hand 
job. 

Outside of having a hot, wet pussy wrapped around his 
cock, Chris had never felt anything so good as 
Cameron's fevered fingers milking the cum out of his 
cock. In fact, he was already feeling the first twinges 
of a massive orgasm build up. "I'm going to cum," he 
gasped. He grabbed the base of his cock and pushed it 
into Cameron's palm. 

His cock twitched and a bubble of cum appeared out of 
its piss slit. It fell to the ground with a splat 
leaving a long string of the gooey stuff hanging from 
the tip of his dick. Another big glob of thick cum 
formed on the end his cock, and then fell to the 
ground. Even in the low light of the parking lot, 
Cameron could see the little puddle of sperm lying on 
the ground. "Nice, load of cum," she murmured in Chris' 
ear. Her hand slowed its movement on his still rock 
hard cock.

"Don't stop," Chris hissed through clenched teeth. His 
hips shot forward and a long rope of cum leapt from his 
cock and landed with a long splat on the pavement.

Cameron watched in amazement as load after load of cum 
flew out of Chris' huge cock. There must have been six 
or eight full jets of the creamy stuff, and then even 
more as his orgasm lost its intensity. Finally, she 
watched as a last glop fell off the end his dick onto 
the ground. She looked down. At her feet was more cum 
than three guys could have made, and a few steps away 
was an unbelievable amount. "That's just awesome," she 
whispered.

Chris packed away his cock. He gave Cameron a long, 
soft kiss and said, "Thanks, that was wonderful." He 
glanced at the invitingly large back seat of the 
Mercedes. "I would be glad to return the favor."

Now it was Cameron's turn to give a long soft kiss. She 
smiled at him and said, "Give into my feminine side, 
let's wait until we can find someplace more romantic."

"OK," he reluctantly agreed. A minute later they had 
exchanged phone numbers, and Cameron was waving 'bye to 
him as she drove away. 

It was Monday before they got together on the phone. 
"Chris, I'm sorry," said Cameron when they began to 
discuss another date, "but I have a theater group that 
meets every night this week."

"Well, I have intramural basketball three nights this 
week," said Chris. "I promised the guys that I would 
play."

"I guess that rules out most of the week, but what are 
you doing Saturday?" she asked; her voice sounding 
perkier. 

"I hadn't really planned anything."

'Let's have a picnic. You pick out someplace nice, and 
I'll bring the food," she said with enthusiasm. 

"Sure, why not?" said Chris.

"Good," said Cameron, "I'll call you Saturday morning 
and we'll settle the details."

On Wednesday, Chris went to one of the school's 
cafeterias for lunch. The fare wasn't great, but it was 
cheap and it came in large portions, two things dear to 
the heart of any college student. He was walking 
through the cafeteria with his tray of food, when he 
heard someone calling his name. He looked around and 
saw Kristen and Danni motioning him over to their 
table.

They were sitting side by side at a round table that 
could have held at least eight diners. 

As Chris approached, Kristen slid over. She patted the 
table between her and Danni, and said, "Come sit here."

"Hi," said Chris, as he shoehorned himself between the 
two girls. 

"Cameron dragged you away before we could talk the 
other night," said Danni. "Now we want to hear all 
about you."

"Well," began Chris, and between bites of food he gave 
them a brief synopsis of his life. "Now where are you 
guys from?" he asked politely. 

"What sports did you play in high school?" asked 
Kristen as if she hadn't heard him. And his lunch went 
pretty much like that. It was more like an interview 
than a conversation, although there were two points of 
interest about the girls that intrigued Chris. At one 
point Danni placed her hand on his thigh to emphasize 
some idea or another, and she just left it there. And 
Kristen had left him so little room to sit, that they 
were touching practically from shoulder to toes. 

After almost an hour of chit-chat Chris managed to 
finish his meal. "Are you going back to the dorm?" 
asked Danni.

"Yeah," answered Chris, "I don't have another class 
until three today."

"Good, we'll walk with you," said Danni as she gathered 
up her bag. 

Shortly, the three of them were in the dormitory's 
elevator. When it stopped on the third floor Danni 
said, "Why don't you come down to my room, Kristen and 
I have something to show you."

"OK," said Chris. 

Danni unlocked the door to her room and Chris followed 
her inside. He heard Kristen lock the door behind her 
as she came in. The blinds over the windows were 
closed, that combined with a cloudy day, made the room 
fairly dim. But Chris could clearly see that Danni was 
pulling off her blouse. 

"We thought that you might like to have a little 
afternoon fun," she said as she unbuttoned her skirt 
and let it drop to the floor.

"Uh, yeah," Chris said hesitantly, "I guess we could do 
that."

Kristen walked past Chris and began to strip off her 
clothing. Unlike Danni, she neatly placed each piece on 
a chair. Kristen reminded Chris of a fashion model, 
tall and slender. She retained her bra. It was black 
lace and pushed her breasts up and in so that there was 
a provocative bulge of breast above each cup. 

There was nothing subtle about Danni, though. She was 
completely naked, her legs spread wide, one hand 
fondling a breast, the other hand rubbing at the skin 
above her clit. 

The girls approached Chris. "Let us help you out of 
those clothes," said Danni with a giggle. She went to 
work on his pants while Kristen undid the buttons of 
his shirt. When they had him down to his briefs, Danni 
stared at the pulsing bulge in Chris' underwear. "Oh 
shit," breathed Danni as she watched the head of his 
cock emerged from the elastic band of his underwear and 
began to climb toward the rigid muscles of his abs.

"Damn, what a big fucker," said Danni. She grabbed 
Chris' cock with both hands and pulled him to the bed.

The trio fell onto the improvised double bed. Kristen 
snuggled against his side. Her fingers traced the hard 
muscles of his chest and tummy while her tongue dove 
into his mouth. Danni lavished her attention on his 
stiff cock. She laved her tongue up one side and down 
the other, and then she held his dick in both hands 
while she kissed and swirled her tongue around its 
bulging head. 

While Danni swirled her tongue around his, Chris held 
her slender form in his arms. He ran his fingers 
through her fragrant hair, locking their feverish lips 
together. He moved one hand down her back and caressed 
her butt until her hips were softly bucking against his 
side. Chris slid a finger into her wet pussy and began 
to fuck her with it just like his tongue was fucking 
her mouth. 

In a couple of minutes, Kristen broke off their kiss. 
She grabbed him with both arms and buried her face 
against his neck. She mewled softly as her body 
shuddered in orgasm. 

As Kristen continued to cum on his pounding finger, 
Chris was able to watch Danni make out with his cock. 
She would lick and kiss it and then and then slip her 
lips half way over the head and French the slit with 
her tongue. When Chris caught her eye, she said, "I 
think this thing just keeps getting bigger and harder. 
I better get it in my pussy while I still can." Having 
said that, she awkwardly straddled both Chris' and 
Kristen's clinging bodies and forced his cock head past 
her pussy lips. She hunched her pussy up and down as 
she arched her back and held onto her bouncing tits, 
rubbing her nipples between her fingers. 

Kristen's orgasms slowed to a stop, but she wasn't 
through with Chris yet. Her hand groped at the muscles 
of his broad chest as she ran her tongue around the 
shell of his ear and whispered, "Fuck me, don't cum 
inside her. I want your big dick in my pussy too."

Chris gave her a reassuring smile, and then he began to 
shag his hips double time into Danni's tight cunt. Her 
eyes opened wide and she began to moan in time to his 
deep thrusts. "Oh, oh,oh shit yeah, baby. Do it like 
that." 

Chris felt her pussy contact on his cock. She came 
three times before Chris rose up and gave her a hard 
kiss on the mouth as he pulled her off his cock and sat 
her to one side. 

Kristen wasted no time; she was already flat on her 
back, legs bent at the knee and open wide as Chris 
turned his attention her way. Precum drooled steadily 
from his cock as he positioned himself between her 
legs. He had to force his rock hard dick down into 
place at her engorged pussy lips. He pushed and to his 
surprise eight inches of wide cock slid easily into her 
slick hole. "I believe you were ready for me," said 
Chris with a grin. 

Kristen could only moan as Chris began to pound her 
with pile-driving thrusts of his hips. Her pussy 
muscles milked at his cock, and Chris could tell that 
she was cumming constantly. He turned to look at Danni, 
and saw that her eyes were locked on the sight of his 
huge dick as it plunged into and withdrew from 
Kristen's pussy. Danni had two fingers sawing in and 
out of her own pussy. Her hand made a steady slapping 
noise as it hit her crotch. 

Chris knew that he couldn't delay his own pleasure any 
longer. "Watch this," he said breathlessly to Danni. 
Then two more thrusts and he was cumming. The first 
blast of his cum managed to stay in Kristen's pussy, 
but she had a vise like grip on his cock, and the next 
batch of cock cream squirted out and coated Chris' 
balls. 

Danni had moved to his side. She put one hand on his 
shoulder and moved her other hand to catch the 
overflowing cum as it shot from Kristen's pussy lips. 
"It's a sperm fountain," she giggled. She took a 
handful of the milky stuff and coated the base of 
Chris' cock, and then she gathered up some more and 
massaged it into the quivering muscles of Kristen's 
thighs. 

**

It was almost ten before Chris awoke on Saturday 
morning. He had played basketball and worked out late 
into the previous night. This morning though, his 
thoughts went immediately to Cameron. He rolled onto 
his stomach, trapping his morning erection under his 
stomach, and moaned into his pillow. He could only hope 
that neither Danni, nor Kristen had talked to her about 
their little get together with Chris on Wednesday. Men 
might not confide in one another about their sex lives, 
unless they were braggarts, that is. But Chris was 
under no illusion about how women treated the subject. 
He knew that they were capable of going into great 
detail with one another, probably with multicolor 
charts and graphs. 

Oh well, he thought, they had either talked or they 
hadn't. Cameron would either be pissed or she wouldn't. 
She would either call or she wouldn't. 

He arose and showered, had a quick breakfast and 
reentered his room before noon. His eyes went 
immediately to his phone, but there were no messages. 
He almost jumped when the instrument began its 
electronic ringing. 

Chris cleared his throat, waited through two more 
rings, and then picked it up. "Hello," he said. 

"Chris?" said a female voice on the other end of the 
connection. 

He frowned, it wasn't Cameron's voice; it sounded more 
like Kristen and she seemed upset. "Kristen, what's the 
matter?"

"Is Cameron with you?" she asked.

"No, I haven't seen or heard from her since the first 
of the week. Why?"

"Chris, something's happened. Can you come out to 
WSUGU?"

"What's wrong, has something happened to Cameron?" he 
asked, sounding as concerned as he felt. "Or to you?" 
he added hastily. 

"I have to show you something, please come over."

"OK," said Chris. "Give me directions."

A mile outside the campus of Western State on highway 
sixteen a person would never think that there was a 
university near by. The two lane road ran by middle to 
lower class homes, house trailers and small farms. 
Chris made a turn onto an even narrower rural road and 
in less than a mile he came to WSUGU. It was in an L 
shaped building that looked more like a recently built 
motel than anything else. He pulled into the parking 
lot and walked up to the building's portico. 

There was one of those electronic locks on the door and 
a doorbell button next to the lock. But before Chris 
could ring the bell, the door opened and Kristen was 
standing there. "Come on in," she said. The door opened 
into to a large common room. There were several sofas 
and chairs as well as a large screen TV in one corner. 
A half-dozen leotard clad young woman had their 
attention on the television screen as they followed the 
lead of an instructor and changed from one yoga pose to 
another. 

Kristen led him down a hallway that had rooms on one 
side and windows on the other. Looking out the windows, 
Chris could see a swimming pool - that was covered for 
the fall and winter- as well as a couple of picnic 
tables and a volley ball net. 

"This is mine," said Kristen as they turned and entered 
a room. Even Chris could appreciate how nice the space 
was decorated. It was all done in burgundy and muted 
shades of red. There was a desk along one wall that 
held a computer and neatly placed books and papers. 

She picked up a CD that lay on the desk and said in a 
shaky voice. "Someone shoved this under my door in the 
middle of the night."

Chris took the disk and examined it. Somebody had used 
a marker to print, 'PLAY ME NOW!' on its surface. 
"What's on it?" he asked.

Kristen retrieved the disk form his hand and popped it 
into her computer. In a few seconds she had it playing. 
Danni's face appeared on the screen; she was grinning 
mischievously. "Hi Kristen and whoever else is 
watching. Perhaps you may have noticed that your buddy, 
Cameron, is missing. Well, don't worry, she's right 
here." 

Danni stepped back and the view shifted so that Danni 
and Cameron were now in the frame. Only Cameron wasn't 
up and walking around like Danni. She was seated on a 
cheap plastic chair with duct tape over her mouth and 
more tape wrapped around her torso pinning her arms to 
her sides. The tough, silver tape had her ankles bound 
together also. Her eyes were wide with fright. She 
alternated between staring first at the camera and then 
Danni. 

"Oh shit," murmured Chris.

"It gets a lot worse," said Kristen.

"We have kidnapped little miss rich-bitch," said Danni, 
"and of course we're holding her for ransom." She swept 
her hand from one side of her body to the other and two 
long strings of numbers appeared on the screen. "Here 
is the international code for an offshore bank and an 
account number in that bank. You have seventy-two hours 
from midnight Friday to get five million dollars into 
that account.

"Kristen, I know that sounds like a lot of money, but 
believe me, it's just pocket change for her parents." 
Danni folded her arms on her chest and continued. "So, 
how do we expect to get away with this?" She made a 
come here gesture with one hand. "Come on out John."

A man appeared, apparently from behind the camera. He 
took a hands-on-hips stance between Danni and Cameron. 
He was dressed in baggy, black clothing from head to 
toe, including a ski-mask, gloves and dark glasses. 
"This is John," said Danni, gesturing at the man. "He 
is a stone cold, highly efficient contract killer. 
He'll be in charge of Cameron. He's already been well 
paid and he knows that he'll be even better paid when 
the ransom comes in. 

"Of course, if the ransom isn't paid then he kills 
Cameron. If he doesn't hear from me on a regular basis, 
then he kills Cameron. Even if the ransom is paid, and 
I get arrested a decade later, then he tracks down 
Cameron and kills her." She smiled sweetly into the 
camera. "And that's how we expect to get away with it."

At that point Cameron began to jerk back and forth in 
her chair. The thin plastic legs on the chair made a 
horrible screeching noise as they scratched on the 
floor, and she chimed in with her own muffled screams. 
John turned and drew back his arm. He obscured Cameron 
from the camera's view, but then John's hand came down 
and a there was a loud thud as his gloved hand slapped 
her face. 

"Son of a bitch," growled Chris. 

John calmly resumed his position, and as he moved away 
from Cameron, her head lolled to one side and trickle 
of blood came from her nose.

Danni had taken in the little episode with equanimity. 
She looked into the camera and said, "OK Kristen, get 
on the move or she's dead on midnight Monday." Danni 
walked toward the camera and in a second the screen was 
blank. 

Chris and Kristen sat in silence for a few seconds, and 
then Chris said, "It's some kind of a joke, or a prank 
that you girls play on one another."

Kristen looked at him with a blank stare, and then 
slowly shook her head. "No, Danni wasn't buddies enough 
with Cameron, or anyone else at WSUGU, to do something 
like this. She was on her way out. It was pretty 
obvious that the girls weren't going to vote to admit 
her. Look, Cameron went to her theatre group last night 
and never came back. Danni or that John guy probably 
snatched her then." 

"And you weren't worried when she didn't come home?" 
asked Chris. 

Kristen stiffly stood up. "Hell, I'm not her mother. I 
didn't wait up for her, and maybe you're not going to 
take this seriously, but I have to."

"OK, OK," said Chris as he raised his hands in 
surrender, "agreed that this kidnapping is real and 
that we have to do something. Have you called her 
parents? Do they really have that kind of money?"

Kristen took a deep breath and seemed to calm down. 
"Yeah, Danni, or whoever she really is, is right. Five 
million dollars is pocket change to her parents, but 
her timing stinks. Cameron said the other day that her 
parents were on their annual wilderness trip. I called 
her home and talked to the housekeeper; even when I 
told her that it was an emergency, she said it might 
take several days to contact her parents."

Chris ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, 
"So where does that leave us? Is there an aunt or uncle 
or someone else that we can call?"

"I don't know, but I've already called the FBI," said 
Kristen.

Chris frowned. "Was that wise? It might panic the 
kidnappers."

"I didn't know what else to do," she snapped. "The 
agent I spoke to said that she would be inconspicuous." 
Kristen checked her watch. "She ought to be here by 
now."

"OK," said Chris with a sigh. "Let's look at the CD 
again, maybe there's something in there that might 
help."

Kristen made a move toward her computer, but before she 
could do anything, her phone rang. She had a terse 
conversation and then hung up. "That was the FBI agent 
calling from her car; she'll be here in a second. Let's 
go let her in."

Chris followed Kristen back down the hallway to the 
living room. The yoga girls had moved on, apparently 
they weren't interested in the info-commercial for 
breast enhancement cream that was playing on the TV.

As Chris watched out of the room's picture window, a 
red Corvette convertible, with its top down, pulled 
into the parking lot. When the car stopped, the door 
opened and a woman got out. She was tall, with dark 
hair that was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a 
dark green tee shirt that stretched across her breasts 
and left most of her tummy bare. A pair of well fitted 
jeans and casual shoes finished off her ensemble. It 
was hard to tell her age; she was wearing a cap low on 
her brow and sunglasses too. She grabbed a bag off the 
passenger seat and headed to the door.

"Kristen?" the woman asked as Kristen opened the door 
for her. 

"Yes," said Kristen.

A leather wallet appeared in the woman's hand. She 
flipped it open to reveal her credentials. "I'm Special 
Agent Patricia Weaver of the FBI." She moved her 
glasses to the sit on the bill of her cap, revealing 
dark eyes and high cheek bones that gave a faintly 
oriental cast to her features. 

Kristen introduced Chris and the three of them made 
their way to her room. Agent Weaver watched the disc 
and then went through her version of the 'are you sure 
this isn't a joke' questions. When she was convinced 
that the situation wasn't a college prank, Weaver got 
on her phone and made an impressive number of calls to 
Western's security office as well as the local sheriff 
and her own office. 

"Let's take a look at Cameron's room," said Weaver, 
when she finally pocketed her phone. 

Kristen led the way down the hall and into Cameron's 
room. They passed a couple of girls along the way who 
spoke to Kristen, but they didn't seem very interested 
in the two strangers in their midst. 

"Don't touch anything," said Weaver when they entered 
Cameron's room. Chris was strangely comforted to see 
that Cameron's room wasn't neat as a pin. Her book bag 
lay in the middle of the floor and bits of clothing lay 
strewn on her unmade bed and chairs. Her desk was a 
jumble of books and papers. 

Weaver looked about for a minute before she announced, 
"I don't think we're going to find anything helpful 
here, but I'm going to have a forensics team come out 
anyway." She pulled out her phone and began to issue 
orders once more. 

"She's done everything but call out the Marines," Chris 
whispered to Kristen. 

"No Marines, but I have taken charge of a couple of 
National Guard units before," said Weaver as she put 
away her phone. She looked thoughtfully at Chris and 
Kristen for a second and said, "Kristen, I need you 
wait on the forensics team. They'll probably show up in 
a van or truck and look like contractors come out to 
fix something. Chris, why don't you and I go back to 
campus and look at Danni's room?"

"Sure," said Chris. "anything to help."

They walked outside into the parking lot. Agent Weaver 
pointed at Chris' Jeep and asked, "Is that yours?"

"Yeah," said Chris. "How did you know?"

She grinned at Chris and said, "For one thing it's 
parked in a visitor's slot, and for another, it hardly 
looks like a chick-car."

Chris looked at his muddy old Jeep and then at the rest 
of the cars in sight. They were mostly compact to mid-
sized sedans with a sprinkling of sporty cars and small 
SUV's. "I guess your right," he said with a shrug as 
they entered the Corvette. Chris looked around at the 
car's leather interior and bright red paint and said, 
"Speaking of cars agent Weaver, I'm wondering about the 
FBI's concept of an inconspicuous car."

She laughed. "You can call me Pat. We confiscated this 
car from an organized crime felon. It doesn't get out 
of the garage very often. What's the matter? Don't I 
look like a co-ed showing off her pretty car and hot 
boyfriend on a Saturday drive?"

Chris smiled in reply. He had to admit that she could 
easily pass as a student.

After flashing her badge at the dormitory's supervisor, 
Pat obtained a pass key and then she and Chris made 
their way to Danni's third floor room. She had Chris 
stand back as they neared the door. He observed that 
her hand hovered above the open bag that hung from her 
shoulder. He assumed that she was ready to grab her gun 
if it was needed. 

In the end though, she didn't need any weapons or even 
the pass key. The door was standing open, and after she 
disappeared for a second, Pat peeked from around the 
door frame and motioned him forward. When Chris entered 
the room he saw that it had been stripped bare except 
for the university's furniture. Pat was already on her 
phone as he came through the door.

"Well, we couldn't expect to find her here anyway," she 
said into the phone. "What have you got for me?" The 
call continued for a couple of minutes, mostly Pat just 
listened. When she put the phone away, she turned to 
Chris and said, "We've already identified Danni. Her 
name is Danielle Stevens. Apparently she's been in and 
out of minor trouble since her early teens. It looks 
like she's hooked into the big time now."

"Really?" said Chris. "I mean she didn't seem smart 
enough to me to do something like this."

Pat gave him a little smirk. "Ordinarily, I'd say 
something about men underestimating a woman with blonde 
hair and big boobs, but I think you're right. She's 
probably fronting for someone else, maybe this John 
character, maybe a whole gang."

Suddenly Pat took a step toward Chris. With the tips of 
her breasts about an inch from Chris' chest, she looked 
up into his eyes and said, "You know, the FBI is very 
good at catching kidnappers. If there is a gang, then 
the first one we arrest has a chance to make a deal, to 
practically walk away if the hostage is returned 
unharmed and the other bad guys get put away." 

Chris didn't back away from her implied accusation, 
from the harsh look on her face or from the rest of her 
body for that matter. In fact it was kind of nice to 
stare into those dark eyes and to inhale her fragrance. 
"Look," he said, "I barely know any of those girls, 
especially Danni, but I was hoping to get to know 
Cameron much better."

Pat leaned forward until her breasts began to spread 
across Chris' chest. She rested a hand lightly on his 
shoulder. "Are you saying that you didn't know how rich 
her family is?"

"I knew that she had a car that's probably worth more 
than my mother's house, but not that she's worth 
billions or whatever."

Pat's hand moved to the back of Chris' neck. She pulled 
his head down and then they were kissing. Their lips 
were firmly planted together and in a few seconds their 
tongues were sliding around one another. Pat managed to 
rub her tits, hands and most of the rest of her body on 
Chris' muscular frame.

When they came up for air Chris said softly, "That's 
some interrogation technique you have there." 

Pat gave him a sexy smile. "You'd be surprised at how 
many men can't get it up because they feel guilty." Her 
hand groped at Chris' groin. "Damn, from the feel of 
this, I'd have to say that you're about the most guilt 
free man I've ever met."

Chris could feel his dick growing rapidly. Pat's 
upturned face was inviting another kiss and so he 
obliged her. Her full lips were warm and he could feel 
her breath coming faster and faster. All the pent up 
sexual energy he had been saving for Cameron was about 
to find its release. But then her words about guilt and 
his thoughts of Cameron made him pull back. "Look, we 
shouldn't be making out while Cameron's still in 
trouble," he said with his lips brushing against hers.

Pat ran her hand along his cheek and said, "You're 
sweet, but I've put a couple of hundred law enforcement 
people on the move. Right now the best thing that we 
can do is let them do their work."

With both arms full of willing, beautiful female, Chris 
didn't need any further encouragement. He locked his 
mouth back onto hers and let his hands roam freely. 
They found their way under her shirt and then he was 
cupping and caressing her breasts through her bra. With 
one deft move, he unsnapped her bra and brushed the 
cups away from her soft flesh. 

Pat moaned as he tweaked her nipples and in a second 
she had her arms in the air and Chris was stripping off 
her top and loose bra. He gazed at her full breasts. In 
fact, thought Chris, they might be a bit too full. He 
was almost sure that she had implants. Not that it 
really mattered. They were hardly the porn-sized 
balloon implants. In fact, her tits looked fantastic 
and his cock felt as if it had just grown another inch 
in agreement. 

Pat was busily stripping off the rest of her clothes, 
and Chris followed her example. "Wow," was all that Pat 
said when she saw his cock swing into view. She jacked 
both hands up and down the length of his shaft as they 
resumed their wet, frantic kisses. 

Chris swept Pat up in his muscular arms and laid her on 
the bare mattress of one of the room's beds. He lay 
down beside her and traced his fingers along the inside 
of her thigh. Her legs opened invitingly and Chris slid 
a finger into her wet pussy. He began to finger fuck 
her as his mouth made its way down her neck to her 
breasts. "Oh yes, baby," cooed Pat as he sucked and ran 
his tongue over her nipples.

Chris had her hips rolling and shifting about before he 
moved his lips and tongue to her clit. He teased her 
slowly with a finger massaging her g-spot until her 
legs were locked around his torso, urging him closer. 
"Please make me cum.please, Chris," she moaned. 

Chris felt a fresh surge of sexual energy run through 
his cock. He had this beautiful, take charge woman, 
practically foaming at the mouth for him and it gave 
him a heady feeling of power. He reached down and 
gathered up a palm full of pre-cum from the stream of 
that was oozing from his cock. He slathered it on his 
bulging cock head and down the first eight or ten 
inches of rigid shaft. Then he returned his attention 
to Pat. He carefully brought her back to the edge of 
orgasm, and then he drew himself up and plunged his 
huge member into her sloppy wet pussy. 

 "OH FUCK!" screamed Pat as she went into a convulsive 
orgasm. She thrashed about on Chris' heaving cock. Her 
breath came in great sobs and then her back arched 
until Chris was practically fucking her pussy straight 
up in the air. Slowly, her body relaxed back onto the 
bed. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and there was 
a blush that ran from between her tits all the way up 
her face. Every few seconds a shiver ran through her 
body as if she had a chill, but Chris knew that she was 
all right. In fact, she was better than just all right; 
she was in a state of perpetual orgasm. 

He grinned and felt a swell of pride. In the back of 
his mind he knew that a few women could achieve this 
state of continual sexual bliss and that it was mostly 
their own doing. But he couldn't help running a fantasy 
through his mind where he had ruined her for any 
another man. That she would search in vain for someone 
who could please her like he was now. He saw her alone 
in her bed, her pussy stretched by some massive, 
gyrating, vibrating dildo as she moaned out his name 
and sought some fraction of the pleasure that she was 
experiencing right this minute. 

Yeah, sure pal, thought Chris sarcastically. I'm sure 
that's going to happen, he told himself as he came back 
to the present. He could feel the pressure building up 
in his cock, and he knew that his own orgasm wasn't 
going to be anything prolonged. It was going to be an 
explosion and it was happening now. His hips 
practically blurred in motion as he shot string after 
string of creamy, thick cum into Pat's grasping pussy.

It was several minutes before either of them could move 
from their lethargic post orgasmic state, but then Pat 
rallied quickly. She gave him a peck on the cheek and 
said, "That was fantastic, babe." And then she was off 
the bed, using tissues from her bag to clean away the 
messy aftermath of their sex. She had just put on her 
bra and panties when her never quiescent cell phone 
began to chirp. 

"Oh really," she said into the phone, "well I'm 
finished here." She gave Chris a wink. "I can check 
that out right now. Why don't you have the deputy meet 
me, I don't think that my car could make it down that 
road as you describe it."

She listened for a few more seconds and then said 
goodbye. 

Chris gazed at Pat. She looked sexy as hell with her 
full breasts bulging above her bra. She had her legs 
spread wide and one hand on her hip as she spoke. 
Despite their recent furious fuck, Chris felt his cock 
begin to stir. He hopped out of bed and began to put on 
his clothes. He really would be feeling guilty about 
Cameron if he tried for round two with agent Weaver. 

"That was my office," said Pat as she donned the rest 
of her clothing. "We got a license number and 
description of Danni's car from the University's 
police, and gave it to the local sheriff's office. It 
seems that one of the sheriff's deputies had gone 
fishing last week at some place called Panther Creek. 
Anyway, there are some rental cabins on the road there 
and he was checking them out as he drove by, sometimes 
they have trouble with break-ins. This deputy thinks 
that he remembers a car that fits the description of 
Danni's car as sitting at one of the rental cabins."

"That seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?" asked Chris. 
"I mean that they would still be so close."

"Probably, but I have to check it out," said Pat. "Come 
on, I'll drive you back to the girls' place so you can 
get your car, then I'm going to meet that deputy."

They were half way back to WSUGU when Pat's phone went 
off yet again. She answered and had a short 
conversation, at one point looking at Chris. "Maybe I 
can handle it another way," she said and hung up. 

"Now what?" he asked. 

"There's been a shooting somewhere in the county. Some 
red neck is holding his wife at gun point, and every 
available officer and deputy is headed there. I won't 
have anyone to take me to that cabin. They say the road 
is muddy and washed out along that creek. Now I wish 
that I hadn't driven the Corvette."

"We can take my Jeep," volunteered Chris.

"Yeah, I thought of that," said Pat. "And even though 
this cabin will probably turn out to be as empty as 
Danni's room, I can't ask you to do more."

"I don't mind," Chris said, "at least I'll feel like 
I've contributed something."

After driving in silence for a mile, Pat said, "OK, 
we'll take your Jeep. I doubt that we'll find anything, 
but these leads have to be checked."

In the parking lot back at WSUG, they transferred to 
Chris' Jeep and headed out. They rode back to highway 
sixteen and turned away from the university. After a 
few miles they came to an intersection with a 
convenience store situated in one corner. "Turn here," 
said Pat, "that's where I was supposed to meet the 
deputy." 

Chris turned and in a couple of miles he turned again 
at a sign that read 'Panther Creek rd'. It was a gravel 
tract that wound steeply down hill until it flattened 
out next to a creek. The road did become a bit rutted, 
and Chris figured that a low slung car like the 
Corvette would have trouble driving in there. They 
rounded a curve and Pat pointed across a weedy field to 
a cabin that was set back from the road. "That's the 
place," she said. 

As they approached, they could see a black Ford 
Expedition SUV half hidden behind the cabin. "Well 
there's someone there," said Pat. "Why don't you stop 
in front of the place and kill the engine. We'll get 
out and make it look like we've got car trouble."

"OK," agreed Chris. He stopped on the edge of the road 
near the cabin. It was situated about twenty yards away 
up rise. He got out of the Jeep and opened the hood and 
the pretended to jiggle wires and such as he tried to 
catch glimpses of the house. 

Pat stood back, sunglasses on, bag over her shoulder, 
arms crossed under breasts, looking very much like an 
impatient and highly unamused girlfriend. After a 
minute she said, "Well, I can't tell anything from 
here. Let's go up to the cabin and ask if we can use 
the phone."

"Right," said Chris as he stepped back and brushed his 
hands together to knock off the engine grime. They 
walked up the gavel drive to the cabin. It was set into 
the side of a hill, and they had to mount a flight of 
steps to reach a porch that ran all along the front of 
the cabin. There were a half dozen rocking chairs on 
the porch, and Chris could just imagine relaxing in one 
of those rockers as night fell after a long day of fly 
fishing. That would be much nicer than the nervous 
anticipation and slightly numb feeling that he had at 
the moment.  

As they reached the back of the porch, he took a deep 
breath, opened a screen door and rapped loudly on the 
wooden inner door. Belatedly, Chris realized that he 
should have let Pat take the lead. When he glanced 
back, he could see that she had her right hand was 
resting on her bag that was slung over her shoulder, 
and her left hand was lifting her sunglasses to the 
bill of her cap. She gave him a quick, encouraging 
smile, and then Chris heard heavy footsteps beyond the 
door. 

The door opened a few inches to the length of a safety 
chain. Part of a face, including one icy blue eye 
appeared in the crack between the door and its frame. 
The lone eye looked Chris over and then a man's voice 
said, "Yeah?"

"Hi, could.uh.we use your phone? Our car broke down - 
right down there on the road," he said, jerking a thumb 
over his shoulder. 

"No fucking phone, it's a fucking rustic cabin," the 
man said as if that should be obvious to anyone. 

"Oh," was all that Chris could manage to say. At a 
loss, he was about to turn to Pat when there was a 
muffled cry, a crashing noise and a heavy thump from 
the rear of the cabin. The man at the door looked 
startled. He slammed the door shut and then Chris heard 
his footsteps as the man ran. 

"Break it down, break it down," Pat said frantically. 

Chris tried the knob and tried to shove the door open 
but it was stopped short by the safety chain. He took a 
half step back and then threw his weight at the door, 
slamming his palms against the edge opposite the chain. 
There was the sound of splintering wood and the door 
crashed open. Chris' momentum sent him stumbling into 
the room. The cabin may have looked rustic on the 
outside, but in the interior the floors were a 
gleaming, polished hardwood. Chris' foot hit a throw 
rug and as he fought for his balance the rug was 
scrunched into a lump behind him.

Most any one else would have fallen flat on their face, 
but after going half way to the floor Chris managed to 
regain his balance. He straightened up just in time to 
see the man enter the room. But he wasn't alone; he was 
dragging Cameron with him. She was still bound in tape 
and struggling futilely in the man's grasp. Chris 
realized that this must have been the man that Danni 
had called John on the compact disc. 

John came up short when he saw Chris. He had one beefy 
arm crushing Cameron's breasts as he held her fast to 
his chest. In his other hand, he was holding a heavy 
kitchen knife to her throat. The triangular blade of 
the knife must have been razor sharp. There was a thin 
line of blood where the blade pressed into her flesh. 

"Federal Agent, drop the knife or I'll fire," Pat said 
in a loud, firm voice.

 Chris turned and saw Pat as she entered the room. She 
was holding a pistol in her outstretched hands. Her 
eyes were locked on John and when her foot hit the rug 
that Chris had bunched up, she tripped. The gun flew 
out of her hand as she went to her knees. The weapon 
sounded much heavier than it looked as it thudded to 
the floor and then skittered across the polished wood 
toward John. 

Chris watched as the gun slid past his feet. He saw 
that it wasn't going to stop until it fetched up 
against John's foot. He also saw that they were all 
doomed if that cold killer got a hold of it. 

Chris dove for the gun. In a movie he would have 
grabbed the gun by its grip as he neatly rolled across 
the floor, and then jumped to his feet with the bad guy 
in his sights. As it was, Chris belly flopped to the 
floor grabbing the gun with both hands. He fumbled with 
it as he regained his feet, but he managed to end up 
with the business end of the gun less than a foot from 
the patch of skin between John's eyes. 

In the back of Chris' mind he could already see the 
ensuing stand off. John would demand that Chris drop 
the gun, which he wasn't about to do. Pat would go into 
mediator mode, pointing out that no one had died yet 
and that no one had to. But there was no menacing look 
on John's face, no sneer of stalemate, just a look of 
panic. 

John jerked the arm that was around Cameron's breasts 
in one direction and the hand holding the knife in 
another. The result was a great spew of blood that shot 
from the blood vessels in her neck. As her body toppled 
over, Chris could see the gaping wound in her neck and 
even more blood pouring onto her chest. 

For Chris, most of the world went away. All he could 
see was John backing away, his hands stuck in front of 
his body as if to ward off an attack. Chris centered 
the sights of the gun on John's face and pulled the 
trigger once, twice and a third time. He would have 
emptied the clip into the killer's face, but the gun 
jammed. 

John went down and Chris went to his knees next to his 
body. To Chris' amazement, John was still alive. He was 
squirming about, still trying to get away from Chris. 
There wasn't a mark on his face, much less three 
gunshot wounds. Chris couldn't understand how he could 
have missed the man. Maybe in the heat of the moment he 
had been jerking the gun to one side as he pulled the 
trigger. But it didn't matter, Chris had two pounds of 
hard edged steel in his hands; he would just beat the 
son of bitch to death. 

Chris raised the gun over his head, and he was about to 
smash it into John's face when he felt hands grab his 
wrist. Suddenly, he was aware that Pat had been 
screaming at him ever since his first shot, but between 
the noise of the gunshots and his state of mind, he 
hadn't been heard her. 

"Stop, Chris, it's just a TV stunt, please don't hurt 
him," she was repeating over and over. 

Thirty minutes later Chris was seated at the kitchen 
table in the cabin. He picked up a plastic bottle of 
water and took a long drink. His hand shook as he sat 
the bottle down. He still wasn't over the tremendous 
adrenaline rush of the past hour. 

On the table next to the bottled water, was the knife 
that John - it turned out that his name really was John 
- had held to Cameron's throat. For the fifth time in 
the last few minutes, he picked it up and looked it 
over. It was a prop of course. The thing was mostly 
hollow plastic. What would have been the cutting edge 
was actually rounded and full of tiny holes. When an 
actor squeezed the knife's handle, fake blood came 
through the holes. A dull metal coating made the prop 
look real. John had panicked when he saw Chris holding 
the gun inches from his eyes. He knew that even blanks 
could hurt from that range. So that's when he'd 
panicked, causing fake, gory blood to go everywhere. 
The gaping wound in Cameron's throat had been a product 
of light and shadow and mostly Chris' imagination. 

Chris put the knife back on the table when he saw 
Kristen and Danni approach. They took seats and Kristen 
said, "Pat and Cameron are taking John to the hospital. 
We think he may have a burst eardrum from the shots."

"We're all about half deaf," said Danni as she rubbed 
at her ear. "Those full power blanks are damn loud when 
you shoot them indoors."

Chris smiled weakly and said, "Yeah, I noticed."

"Let me tell you what's going on from the beginning," 
said Kristen.

It turned out that Kristen, Danni and Pat were 
television producers. They had a contract to turn out a 
so-called reality show based on the lives of college 
co-eds. The girls got room, board and tuition in return 
for having a large chunk of their private lives put on 
tape. Of course the girls had to take on challenges 
made up by the producers. The over weight girl of the 
house was forced to go out for cheerleader. The 
beautiful girls were forced to woo geeks and nerds and 
so forth. It had been Cameron's job to lure an all 
American stud into thinking that he was really faced 
with a life or death situation. 

"The crew had a betting pool going as to whether you 
would scream, or cry, or wet your pants or just run 
away," said Kristen with a smile. 

"Too bad they didn't add 'grab the gun and blaze away 
like John Wayne'," chipped in Danni.

"Yeah, too bad" said Chris with a good deal of sarcasm.

"Look, no harm - no foul," said Kristen, getting back 
to business. She took a file of papers that she had 
been holding and pushed it across the table to Chris. 
"These are papers that release us to show you in our 
program."

Chris took the file and thumbed through the dozen or so 
sheets of paper. 

Danni held out a pen for him to use. "This is you 
ticket to fame," she said. "Who knows, you may end up 
on the talk show circuit. There're any number of 
possibilities." 

Chris took the file and stood to leave. "I'll let you 
know," he said.

Several days later, Chris was studying in his room, 
late at night, when there was a knock at his door. 
"Come in," he called out. He figured it was one of the 
guys wanting to split a pizza. But when it opened, 
Cameron's head slowly peeked around the door's edge.

"Hi," she said softly, "can I come in?" 

"Sure," he said.

She came into the room and took a seat opposite Chris 
at the desk. She was wearing white Capri pants and a 
light blue hooded sweatshirt that was zipped low enough 
to show a bit of cleavage above a lacy bra. After some 
small talk she said, "I just came from looking at the 
footage they shot of you. It's some good stuff. You 
looked very heroic."

"Well I feel used, more like an idiot than anything 
else."

"Hey don't feel that way," she said, reaching across 
the desk to lightly touch his hand. "You were sweet. 
You did all you could when you thought that I was in 
trouble." 

"How did you come to pick me anyway?" he asked.

She shrugged. "They wanted a big, arrogant stud that 
they could scare the pants off of."

"And you thought that was me?"

Now it was her turn to shrug and smile. "You certainly 
filled out the stud part when I saw you all sweaty in 
front of the mailboxes that day. And a lot of guys who 
look like you think that the world revolves around 
their oversized egos. But after I got to know you a 
little, I tried to persuade Danni and them to let me 
get someone else. I didn't want to see you embarrassed. 
But, apparently they ambushed you at lunch or 
something, and after that their minds were set."

"Oh," said Chris as he loudly cleared his throat. 
"Maybe it's my own fault that I made such a huge 
impression." 

"Well anyway," she said as she picked up the folder 
that held the release papers, "have you signed these?"

"No, I haven't decided. I might, they are offering a 
little money."

She opened the folder and looked at the papers. "Not 
very much money," she said. She gave him a sly grin. 
"How much money would you like to get out of this?"

"Gee," said Chris looking up in the air as if to read 
off some astronomical figure. "Let's say ten thousand 
dollars."

Cameron stood and walked around the desk. She plopped 
the file down in front of Chris and took a pen from his 
fingers. She wrote a two and a zero in front of the 
dollar offer from Danni and friends, and then she drew 
a heavy circle around the figures. 

"That's twenty thousand more than their offer," said 
Chris, stating the obvious. 

"Right," she said. "I'll take this back and tell them 
that you wanted more, but that I talked you down to the 
twenty. They'll pat me on the head and tell me that 
they know how to play hard ball. They'll offer you the 
ten thousand and probably add a note telling you to 
take it or leave it - they can always blur out your 
face and use the tape anyway." 

Chris beamed up at Cameron. He wrapped his arm around 
her waist and pulled her down to his lap. "Hey, I'm 
beginning to think that you're on my side."

Cameron slid her arms around his neck and gave him a 
soft, wet kiss that lasted for a full minute. She could 
fell the affect that it was having on Chris. His 
rapidly hardening cock was practically lifting her into 
the air. 

"You know," said Chris, "the other night you said that 
you wanted to do this some place more romantic."

She looked around the drab dorm room thoughtfully for a 
second and said, "I guess I owe you one," then she 
locked her mouth on his. 

Cameron's kiss was so frantic Chris thought his tongue 
was going to be tied in knots. She rocked her hips on 
his distended cock until it ached. He ran his hands 
underneath her sweatshirt and took his pleasure at the 
feel of her warm, soft skin. Cameron broke their kiss 
just long enough to pull off her top and bra. Chris 
eagerly moved his hands to her breasts. They weren't 
large, but they had a nice shape. Cameron moaned softly 
and arched her back when he took a nipple in his mouth 
and played it with his lips and tongue. 

Chris stood with Cameron in his arms. She gently nipped 
at his neck as he turned to his bed and laid her down. 
Cameron kicked off her shoes and then Chris helped her 
skin off her tight Capri pants. 

Cameron whipped off her thong and then used the elastic 
band to shoot the feathery panties at Chris' chest. 
"You're wearing way too many clothes," she said 
laughing. "Let me see what I can do about that." 

Chris stepped closer and Cameron undid his belt. It 
took a bit of doing but in a few seconds Chris' cock 
was jutting stiffly from his groin. Cameron bent the 
rigid flesh to mouth level and began to kiss and tongue 
Chris' cock head as eagerly as she had his mouth. 

"Oh that's too good," said Chris. She was using both 
hands to jack his cock.

He peeled off his shirt and then reluctantly pulled 
away from Cameron's lovely mouth long enough to shed 
the rest of his clothes. 

There was nothing demure about Cameron. She lay on her 
back with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide. 
She was fondling her breast with one hand while she 
rubbed at her clit with the other. "Hey, that's my 
job," said Chris as he climbed on the bed and pushed 
Cameron's hand away from her shaved pussy. He split her 
silken lips with his tongue and moved it to the little 
button of her clit. He eased a finger into the clinging 
wetness of her pussy and probed until he found the bump 
of her g-spot.

"Oh fuck, Chris," she moaned, "what are you doing?"

Chris grinned to himself, apparently no other man had 
done this for Cameron. He slowed his ministrations and 
brought her along slowly. He excited to the edge of 
climax a dozen times. He had to practically fight her 
off with his free hand as she did her best to shove his 
face into her dripping pussy. 

"Damn it, Chris," she hissed, "fuck me, please fuck 
me."

Chris relented and moved up her body. He worked his 
swollen cock head into Cameron's hot cunt and then in 
one solid thrust he shoved in the first nine inches of 
his huge cock.

"Uhhh," moaned Cameron. She started cumming 
immediately. 

Chris fucked her until he lost count of her orgasms. 
When he felt as if his balls were going to burst, he 
pulled out of her steaming cunt. His cock plopped onto 
her stomach, and Chris continued to swing his hips. His 
cock slid up until the head was pounding on her 
breasts. He began to shoot a massive load of cum. The 
creamy stuff coated her tits, the hollow of her neck 
and a couple of hot streams even landed on her face. 

Several minutes later, Chris and Cameron began to get 
dressed once again. "Sorry about the impromptu facial," 
he said.

"Yeah," said Cameron as she pulled her sweatshirt over 
her head, "someone might think that you had some issues 
with me."

Chris laughed and said, "None that I know of - besides, 
you can't say that I didn't think of your needs first."

Cameron walked over to where he was standing and put 
her arms around his neck. In between soft kisses she 
said, "I guess I can't complain about that." They 
kissed until Chris was pulsing his hips against 
Cameron. "You're hard again already," she said with a 
bit of awe in her voice.

Chris put his hands on her ass and pulled her against 
his renewed hard on. "It can be hard for you, a lot," 
said Chris with a grin.

"I'm all for working in some recreational sex," said 
Cameron, returning his grin. "just as you don't mind 
hiding it from my fianc‚."

"Fiance?" he said.

To be continued.

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For other stories about Chris and his mom, visit the
author's story page: www.asstr.org/~Kristen/heather/

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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