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Graduate Degree
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

An eager grad student tries to seduce the wrong 
freshman female. (Fdom/M, teens)

***

By the time I entered my junior year at college, I had 
figured it out. It was great, marvelous, terrific. 
Every single year without fail the school brought in a 
whole bunch of new girls, young and succulent, eager 
and scared, about a thousand of them. Seventeen, 
eighteen-year-olds and most so pretty it was painful to 
watch them unload their parents' car and haul their 
stuff into their dorm rooms. Jiggling, lots of 
jiggling; I got hard just watching. 

Every year, a whole new army of pussies just waiting to 
be sundered, a whole new field of boobs unsucked and 
unkneaded, of cunts unlicked, of warm bodies eager to 
be groped and plundered. I decided I would love them, 
as least as many as I could. And I did. But this is the 
story of why I am no longer at school, no longer 
seeking that advanced degree, no longer using young 
girls for my pleasure.

So I had graduated in three years, got my masters in 
one more and settled down to work on my doctorate, not 
caring whether or not I ever finished my dissertation. 
I survived as a graduate assistant with housing, 
teaching freshmen courses and grading papers, and I 
devoted myself to my real vocation: fucking freshman 
females. I set an unrealistic goal of getting a hundred 
each semester from each incoming class, a hundred 
honeys, no dogs and a secondary goal of popping as many 
virgins as I could, at least a dozen per semester. I 
have no idea how many of the thousand or so new girls 
were unsullied, but I would guess about ten percent, 
perhaps a few more, but there were of course the 
lesbians and those unfortunates nobody want to poke, 
but wonderfully very few of both at our very expensive 
school. 

I don't know how the admissions people did it, and I 
suspect that some perverts were surreptitiously at work 
culling out the plain-janes, but the vast majority of 
the freshmen females were hard-bodied beauties willing 
if not eager to be mated, year after year, and that was 
what kept me at school, diligently doing my best to 
give pleasure where pleasure was wanted or at least 
needed. Since the college semesters lasted about 90 
days, and I hoped to do two hundred new girls each 
year.

I had my work cut out for me with no time for 
vacations, and I stopped masturbating, ate balanced 
meals, got all the rest I could, ran a couple of miles 
almost every day, did Kegel exercises religiously and 
my absolute best to seduce at least one girl a day. 
Some summers I stayed and worked and fucked if I could 
get a grant, but most years I went home and played with 
the girls there, demonstrating what I had learned to an 
appreciative few. Seldom was my bed empty. After a 
while, I was getting a steady diet of roommates as the 
pleasure I provided built my reputation and that made 
it much easier. Volunteers were always welcomed. My 
record, at the time, was five new pussies in one day.

I must admit that I was both well equipped and well 
taught by two older sisters when I began my career of 
doing freshman coeds. My strong, heavy, spear-headed 
penis stood out at least seven inches curved slightly 
upward when I was aroused and since I had been plying 
it in eager females since I was thirteen, I had plenty 
of practice and was well aware of how to pleasure woman 
and delay my own climax. My sisters saw to that. I got 
my ass beat if they didn't orgasm before I did. By the 
time I got out of high school, I could fuck for fifteen 
or twenty minutes before hitting the point of no 
return, feeling that wonderful rush and ejaculating, 
and by then most of the girls I knew were well 
satisfied and begging me to stop. 

It was a rare session when I wasn't able to produce a 
couple of squealing orgasms with my cock and as many as 
they wanted with my tongue and lips. I found that 
whistling gently on a girl's clit drove most of them 
absolutely crazy. I wasn't sure there was such a thing 
as a G-spot although my younger sister insisted that I 
seldom missed hers, but coeds never left me unsatisfied 
and I left almost all of them sated and sore. Honest.

This year I was off to my best start ever having fucked 
three lovely girls in the days before classes actually 
started, two of them on moving-in day while their proud 
parents were still motoring home. I had helped to carry 
stuff up to luscious young Angela's room after admiring 
the way her globes moved beneath her t-shirt and then 
set up her new computer and hooked it into the school's 
wireless system. 

I showed her how to access various sites with the 
lovely blonde on my lap and by the time we got to the 
library catalogue I had her shirt off and my two middle 
fingers deep in her young vagina and her head back on 
my shoulder, mouth open and my tongue in her throat 
while I mauled her tits with my other hand. She came, 
gasping and writhing, as I stood with her arms about my 
neck and our mouths joined.

I told her gawking roommate to take a walk around 
campus and stripped the girl, spread her open on her 
unmade bed, admired her carefully tonsured mound, drove 
my thick ram into her and fucked her until she begged 
me to stop, bouncing her at least six inches off the 
thin mattress at the height of our vigorous copulation. 
Then I ate her until she climaxed again and did her 
from behind, snuggled together spoon fashion with both 
her big jugs in my grasping hands. Once she was spent 
and sobbing, I dressed, snapped her picture with my 
tiny digital and went out looking for fresh meat.

I now had the pictures of more than four hundred naked 
and freshly fucked coeds along with their first names 
and my comments and rating of their performance. I gave 
Angela a seven on my ten-point scale since she had 
proved to be an adequate cock sucker, had not demanded 
I use a condom and managed to stay active and compliant 
for almost an hour of full bore sex, gyrating through 
several exciting positions without complaint and 
bucking like a quarter horse when she climaxed, which 
she did a number of times.

The sun was almost down when I spotted my next bedmate 
sitting on one of our low, brick walls looking sad and 
worried. I plunked myself down beside her, patted her 
long, bare leg and asked what was wrong. She sniffed 
and said it was the roommate she had been assigned, 
who, she claimed, was a big blonde that smoked little 
cigars and looked to be part horse, a dyke lesbian she 
was sure. She was afraid of being violated.

I assured her that she could safely spend the night in 
my room and that we would work together in the morning 
to get her into a different dorm if necessary. I 
claimed I knew some people in the housing office and 
that there would be no problem in finding a new and 
better roommate. I assured her that I would sleep on my 
sofa, which in fact I did for a while that evening, 
between sweaty couplings, with my prick in her hand. 
She smiled at me as I mentally undressed her young and 
voluptuous body. 

Since she had not eaten, I led her to the small 
cafeteria annex, and we got some pizza and headed for 
my room in the basement of the graduate housing dorm. I 
popped open a couple of beers, and we sat on my old 
leather sofa and got to know each other. It did not 
take long, two more beers and perhaps half an hour 
before we started swapping spit and undressing each 
other and breathing hard. Her nipples were big and 
pointed by then, real mouthfuls.

She told me she was a virgin and begged me to be gentle 
when I was about to drive my rigid ram into her 
seething slit while she had one long leg up on the back 
of the sofa and the other on my shoulder. I smiled down 
at her, eased the dripping cockhead into her tight-
lipped labia and then slid it all the way in, right to 
the balls, watching her eyes get bigger and bigger as I 
tore her open. 

She arched up and climaxed at once, squealing with 
pleasure as I braced my feet on the sofa's arm and got 
to work, sawing her deeply while she snorted, wheezed, 
sobbed and begged. 

I got my second wind and she got her long legs tightly 
wound about me as I approached the moment to decision, 
the point at which I could not hold back my roiling 
ejaculations. By then she was sobbing, "More, more, 
more!"

"Tiffany," I said, seeing that her mouth was wide open 
and her eyes tightly closed, and swallowing down my 
hatred of that name, the name of the one of the girls 
who tormented me all through my adolescence. "Sweetie, 
are you on birth control?"

She gasped and shook her head no. Before I could even 
consider using her chest or mouth, I came, gritting my 
teeth to keep from screaming with relief after nearly a 
half-hour of furious effort, and made a mental note to 
explain that the college first-aid room had day-after 
pills. After a bit, when I was squishing my jism out of 
her, we took a break, cleaned ourselves up and got into 
bed.

Of course she spent the night during which we bonked 
twice rather furiously and then I awoke with a really 
outstanding piece of wood, an oak-hard pecker that was 
tall, straight and almost unquenchable, got her into 
one of my favorite positions with her taut butt on a 
pillow, her feet on my calves and wrung a series of 
orgasms out of her before I exploded and had to kiss 
and tongue her to keep her from screaming.

We went to lunch, both of us bruised here and there, 
and then I did help her find another room, and met her 
new roommate, a lovely, dark-haired girl from upstate 
New York named Melissa who had "fuck me" written all 
over her. I did her standing up, pressing her against 
the wall while Tiffany watched and learned. Before I 
left, I took a picture of them wound together, their 
lush bodies warm and sweaty. It was my good deed for 
the whole semester which began the next day.

On the first day of classes, I noted half a dozen 
lovelies in my introductory class and made a mark 
beside their names on the printed list. By the end of 
the week, I had rolled five of them in the proverbial 
hay and then enjoyed Mink, the prettiest of the group 
on the weekend, two days of wonderful lovemaking that 
left us both exhausted. Mink's name was really Mindy, 
but she had changed it in junior high school when she 
discovered what boys were for and the pleasure built 
into her wonderful body. Mink was one big G-spot; she 
could climax from nipple nibbling, navel probing or 
tongue sucking.

As we lay tangled in her sheets after our first, fierce 
coupling, she told me about her introduction to sex 
when she was just thirteen. It was a story that would 
make any porn site proud. A visiting cousin, a boy of 
fifteen, had caught her in the shower, stripped and 
climbed in with her. 

She had been able to slip out of his hands and escape 
his jutting cock only to run into her own father out in 
the hall who took one look at her wet body and then 
carried her to his bed where he initiated all three of 
her orifices and then turned her over to the randy 
cousin and his older brother who double teamed her 
until they were spent. By then, she liked it.

That Monday, she told me as I got her legs up on my 
arms and let my glans play in her inner labia, she 
looked at her teachers and at the boys in school in an 
altogether different manner. And by week's end she had 
seduced two teachers and hooked up with a ninth grade 
boy who as reputed to have the biggest cock in town. It 
took her only one more week to find out that three 
other boys, all of them in high school, had much bigger 
weapons and were much more talented fuckers.

I let her decide what we should try and had a most 
pleasant two days that left me with a sore tongue and 
an aching cock. Mink was terrific, but she was too much 
girl for me.

On Monday I spotted Diana as I crossed the quad. She 
was what some called an ice queen, and I put her down 
as a long-term project while I lined up that week's 
talent. Diana had been head cheerleader, homecoming 
queen, Merit scholar and voted most likely to succeed; 
you know the type. I was sure she was a virgin but I 
was wrong. It took me almost a month to find out. And 
then I wished I had never met her.

It was almost Thanksgiving when I finally got to 
discover what Diana could do in bed. It nearly killed 
me and absolutely changed my life. Even now, years 
later, I hate to think about that bright, chill morning 
when she ushered me into her sorority bedroom, locked 
the door and told me to strip. I didn't like the way 
she was smiling, but I took off my clothes and 
displayed my assets. She was not impressed.

The small room with one window had been painted dark 
red and the only decoration was a huge poster in 
imitation of the Rape of the Sabines only this one 
showed big, lusty women carrying off slim, young and 
sexually aroused males. I did as I was told and by the 
time I pulled off my boxers, the lovely Diana was 
standing before me in a short singlet with some sort of 
black straps in one hand and a riding crop dangling 
from the other. She was still wearing her four-inch 
heels, short boots actually. Her hard nipples poked out 
the thin cloth and there was a smile on her face as she 
licked her lips and stared at my rising hard-on. 

"Very nice," she said, stepping before me and fitting a 
Velcro cock ring about my penis and nuts in a figure 
eight manner. She showed her teeth as she pulled my 
balls one by one into the elastic ring and yanked it 
tight, locked it down around the base of my rigid cock 
and whispered, "That should give us some extra time" as 
she rubbed her warm body on mine and tapped my ass with 
her whip.

"I don't think I need it," I told her as I pulled her 
flimsy garment over her head and admired her wonderful 
body with its pubic triangle of golden curls.

She smiled, kissed me, stroked my straining cock, and 
said, "You will. You certainly will."

She made me lie back on her bed and then squatted above 
my loins, frog like, legs bent, hands down on my ribs, 
pink labia extended. "Now," she said as she lowered 
herself until her pursed outer lips were just touching 
my glans. "If the pain gets too great, if you feel like 
screaming, go right ahead. The girls are used to it. 
But the last man I had in here, an instructor as I 
recall, passed out and was absolutely worthless. I 
expect more of you, a lot more. I know your 
reputation." Her vagina then swallowed my hard pick and 
clasped it tightly as her hands slid up to my nipples 
and began teasing then out.

I tried to thrust and she said, "Don't," quite firmly, 
smacking my flank with her quirt. "If you survive, I'll 
let you play later." And then she began moving up and 
down on my fully extended shaft with this wide rubber 
band about its base and my balls pinched tightly 
together. It hurt and I must admit that I was 
frightened by her determined look.

Her young pussy rippled with muscles and fluttered 
spasmodically as she fucked me steadily and deeply, 
often with a twisting motion and then she leaned 
forward and presented one of her distended nipples to 
my mouth as she ground her pubic bone into mine and 
achieved her first climax of the afternoon, bathing my 
aching cock with her warm juices as she stiffened and 
shuddered, clamping tightly. 

I sucked and tongued her tits, and she grinned and 
said, "Very good, now nibble gently." I did as I was 
told as she continued to move to and fro on my extended 
ram, rocking gently from side to side, squeezing and 
relaxing. My testicles pulsed and throbbed. "Don't you 
dare come," she hissed, her vagina fluttering 
wonderfully as she arched her back and clamped hard on 
my prick. "We've just started."

Now when she moved away, she squeezed firmly on my 
penis and pulled it upward with her, stretching it. I 
yowled the first time and she slapped my face, showed 
me her whip and growled, clamping even harder on my 
member, mashing it with her vagina. Her inner muscles 
seemed circular and fully under control, rippling 
horribly. After a number of those movements, each of 
which felt as though it might pull my cock out of my 
body, she moved higher and began rubbing to and fro, 
using my flattened prick to stimulate her whole vulva 
and mashing my face between her globular breasts. I 
gasped in pain.

Purring happily, she arched up and said, "Let's roll 
over." I was happy to oblige and felt much more in 
charge as I drove my constricted woman pleaser up into 
her tight cunt for the first time, feeling my balls 
straining against their strap. But then she wrapped her 
long legs about my middle, set her boot-shod heels on 
my butt and was quickly back in control. Forcing me 
deeper and deeper as well as setting the tempo of our 
copulation. She seemed tireless as I dripped sweat down 
on her smiling face. We moved at marching pace I think, 
about 120 a minute, one a second in and out, endlessly, 
mindlessly, painfully.

After she enjoyed another shivering orgasm, she pushed 
me off her and got to her feet, leaving me lying on my 
back with my prick standing up and dripping. She 
prodded it with her short whip and licked her lips 
before goading my balls gently. She went to the door 
and said, "Next." In came another young woman wearing 
just an undershirt who licked my prick and then sat on 
my face and wriggled her hairy maw over my mouth while 
a third naked female mounted my cock facing my feet, 
slapped my thigh and demanded action.

Diana kept me there for three days, including a weekend 
party for incoming frosh most of whom used me 
disgracefully and blindfolded. By then they had 
strapped a half-dozen different devices onto my 
genitals, forced some sort of rounded device into my 
anus and abused me in ways I had not even imagined. 

They had anointed my stiff penis with some kind of 
stuff that made it numb and insensitive and were able 
to keep it hard for two or three hours at a time as one 
after another used me. Every time it flopped, one of 
them sucked it back to straining life. They even used 
some sort of electrical device to give it stimulating 
shocks, a thing that looked like a small flashlight. I 
suspect I was also drugged part of the time, and that 
phrase about the danger of a four-hour erection 
occurred to me at several points. I did not get very 
much sleep.

Finally when my tongue and jaw were so sore and swollen 
they were useless and my sore cock was limp despite the 
ministrations of the sorority's best blowjob artists, 
Diana reappeared wearing a rig strapped about her waist 
and groin that held a huge purple dildo that was at 
least a foot long and much thicker than my own poor 
weapon on the best of days. 

"On your face, up on all fours, you faggot," she 
snarled at me, smacking my flank with a short quirt 
that dangled from her wrist. "This is the coup de 
gråce." She grinned and stroked her fat weapon. "If you 
survive this, we will let you go; it you don't, well," 
and she laughed. It was not a nice laugh.

I voiced a protest, and she hit me again right on the 
base of my cock. I got into position, begging her not 
to do it, fear in my heart, and felt something cold and 
wet on my anus. "I'm being nice to you, bastard, 
greasing you up. The last motherfucker we had in here 
got it dry and deep. He had to go get his ass sewed 
back together."

"Please don't," I begged, feeling the pressure begin.

She laughed and rammed about six inches of her smooth 
rubber spike into my battered body. I screamed and 
collapsed, groveling, begging, weeping. She hit me 
several times with her little whip and forced me back 
up on my knees, my head down on my arms, whimpering as 
she began sodomizing me, driving deeper and deeper into 
my colon until I could feel her belly on my buttocks. 
She was strong and merciless.

She pulled it out with a soggy plop and said, "Now look 
here." I shook all over, shivering.

I turned my head as she removed the slick dildo from 
her harness and replaced it with one that was a bit 
bigger and covered with knots, bumps, ridges and 
protrusions. It was gently curved and at least fourteen 
inches long and as thick as my forearm. She grinned as 
she stroked the enormous thing and then stepped behind 
me, bent her knees and set it flanged head at my poor, 
stretched anus. 

"Take a deep breath," she whispered, leaning forward 
and digging her hands into my shoulders. Then she 
pressed and in it want. The pain was exquisite and 
never ending as she screwed it into me. I howled, 
bucked and fainted.

When I awoke I was dressed and lying on a bench at a 
campus bus stop. The moon was out and it was chilly. I 
sat up and became aware that there was something 
clamped to my penis. After I figured out where I was, I 
stumbled to my dorm, punched in my code number and once 
in my own room, disrobed and found that a strap 
encircled the base of my scrotum and three similar 
straps were buckled onto my cock, my swollen, blue and 
purple cock. The device was painfully tight and when I 
finally was able to get it off, I found a small slip of 
paper clamped to the underside of my poor penis. It was 
a note with one word on it, "Leave."

I left.

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