2 comments/ 64094 views/ 2 favorites The Horny Coed By: ainu I went from high school to a really huge state university, Penn State, where my two older sisters had gone and my younger brother probably would. At the suggestion of one of my sisters, I didn’t sign up for the dorms but rented a room temporarily while I “rushed” as many fraternities as I could. Fortunately, one of them accepted me. While living in the fraternity house cost slightly more than room and board in the dorms, it was worth it. It gave me an identity and a group of friends in a large, impersonal system. And it provided my whole social life. I got really involved in the fraternity and the university. I was very active in student politics, rose in the Lion Party. I was social chairman of the fraternity, organizing parties and getting sororities to come to us, etc. And every quarter my grades dropped. I went from a 3.6 (out of 4.0) to a1.8. I even flunked a course. If I stayed, I would flunk out. So I transferred to a small college and my grades shot right back up. My final average was high enough that I managed to get into graduate school at Penn State and go back to my fraternity. Odd, though, the way everybody treated me. It was like I was the old man, the one with experience, the one to come to for advice and to treat deferentially. True, my class had graduated so I only vaguely knew a few guys and didn’t know most of the guys at all. Which was probably just as well. I had almost no money and if was to get through my Master’s in a year as I planned, I had to work my tail off. I didn’t get involved as I did years before; observed more than participated. This one night I’m down in our rec room where a party is in full swing, a keg tapped, just sipping a beer and looking around. I think every guy but me has a date. There is one girl that really grabs my attention. She’s nice looking and has a great body but it’s the way she carries herself, the way she looks that attracts me. To me, she’s wildly sensual, sexy. She has a look in her eyes and a wry smile that says, to me at least, I’m getting fucked in a little while. But as I watched her, I changed my mind. Maybe she was saying, I’ve just been fucked and loved it. Or maybe she was saying she’d been fucked and was going to be again. I was hallucinating, I decided. She’s just a friendly, happy coed. She does have a great body all right. Breasts ready to fall out of her top, nice tight ass, shapely legs. A real blond. Sort of dirty blond with sun streaks not Nordic platinum. Cute face more than beautiful. Blue eyes, light complexion to go with the blond hair. She’s with a fraternity brother, Kenny. She leans against him, her breast pressing into him, her hand in his rear pocket sort of feeling his ass. A truly hungry look in her eyes even when she’s laughing, as if she’s ready to eat him up. I finish my beer and go back to my room and my books. Over the next couple days I learn that Kenny has been dating her since the middle of last year. Her name is Mary. No one else seems to see her as I do, to the others she’s just Kenny’s happy, smiling girl friend. I happen to sit at a table with Kenny at lunch and as we start to leave I say to him, “Kenny, you’ve got the cream of the crop in your girl. Treat her right and keep her happy because you’ll never find one better.” He smiles and answers in some innocuous way and we both go on. The next weekend I drop into the rec room again and she’s there with Kenny. I sip a beer and watch everyone having a good time. I’m about ready to leave and she comes over to me. “Hi,” she says, “Kenny says you really like me.” Shit. What do I do? “Uh,” I start out brilliantly, “I do. You’re as sexy a girl as I’ve ever seen.” Might as well be honest, what do I have to lose? “Sexy?” she says, sort of surprised. Then she looks at me for real and pauses. “No one’s ever really described me like that before.” “Oh, they’ve had to. Maybe not to your face. You’re extremely desirable. I mean, nice looking and all but something more. I don’t even know how to say it other than sexy. You look like you want sex, enjoy sex.” She just looks at me. I’ve overstepped myself. But she doesn’t slap me. Doesn’t turn and leave. She looks at me. “Wow,” she finally says. “Kenny said you were smart, can almost read people’s thoughts or something. He’s right.” “I didn’t mean it as an insult,” I quickly shoot out. “Maybe it’s even a form of praise. To me, at least, it makes you even more attractive.” She grins. “You’re trying to pick me up, aren’t you?” “No. Not at all. I would never do that to a brother. You’re Kenny’s date, Kenny’s girl. I’m just being truthful. It’s possible to admire something beautiful without touching it.” By then Kenny had come over and soon she was off with him and I finished my beer and left. The next week, she’s there again. As soon as she saw me she came over. “You never have a girl and you should. I think I could fix you up with a date.” “Thanks,” I reply, “but I’ve been spoiled by you, I couldn’t settle for anyone less.” She laughed. “You’re full of it, you know. I really could. I mean I know a couple girls that are very nice and good looking and I know they’d like you.” “Truth is, Mary, I can’t afford a girl. I have no money, am just barely squeaking by. And I’m scheduling a Master’s degree in one year and so I have no time. I can’t afford to screw up and my studies take more time than I have already.” “But you’re like a monk or something. You need a girl. I don’t want to say the wrong thing but you need some sex. You can’t go a whole year without any, can you? I know I couldn’t.” “Well, I miss it, that’s true. Sex is awfully good. But having sex means some level of commitment, some amount of time invested. Look at you and Kenny. You spend a lot of time together. And for you, that’s good. You always have a date when you need one. And you can have all the sex you want and any kind of kinky sex you want and no one blinks an eye because no one knows but you and Kenny. Other girls can have a lot less sex than you, perhaps, but go out and pick up guys and get a bad reputation as sluts. It’s important for a girl to have a steady guy. And I’m not willing to be any one’s steady guy right now.” She just looks at me for a while. “Kinky sex?” she asks. “What kind of kinky sex do you think I’m having?” Nothing I said bothered her, she honed in on kinky. Fortunately, Kenny came by and we all talked a little and they moved on and I left. I have no idea how I could answer her question so I was relieved. The next week was something more formal. She was dressed beautifully. She had on a black dress with a very low cut V in the front, ending in a large cloth rose at almost her waist, which catches your attention and forces you to see what she’s exposing. She can’t have on a brassiere, none are made that could leave her whole front open like that. Almost half of each breast is exposed, the dress seemingly just barely covering her nipples. Plus, her breasts are large enough or firm enough that they stand up well even unsupported, causing the dress material to leave gaps as it moves from her breasts to her waist. To me, it seems an open invitation to slide a hand in and caress a breast and squeeze its nipple. She catches me looking at her, probably with my mouth hanging open and drooling. She comes over. “You like the dress?” ”The dress is interesting,” I say, “but it’s what’s in it that I like.” She sort of wiggles a little and gives me a big grin. “You never answered my question last week,” she says, still grinning, “What kind of kinky sex do you think I’m having?” I’d thought about how to answer that. “Mary, I have no idea. Any sex that the two parties involved happen to like is worth pursuing. I have no idea what you might like. Maybe you like oral and would like to get eaten for hours on end. Maybe you find you like action on your butt that needs explored further. I don’t know. Maybe you like to play roles or something. Little Red Riding Hood. Beats me. Maybe you don’t like anything other than standard stuff.” Again, she hones in on only part of what I said, the part she likes, I imagine. “Have you ever eaten a girl for hours?” she asks. “Yes, but it’s got to be done right. You can’t keep a woman in orgasm for hours. And it could get boring for either party. So it’s sort of up and down and warm and sexy and extemporizing, reacting to how she reacts.” “Ohmigod,” she says, getting a little red in the face. Kenny came by and claimed her. I left. I think it was two weeks later that I went down to the rec room and among all the others, Mary was there with Kenny. Again, she came to me. “When you were talking at the dance, I almost had an orgasm just listening to you. You think I’m sexy? You’re the one that’s sexy.” This time, I smiled. “Well, I’m glad you think so. But you’re in a distinct minority.” She grinned. Sort of a dirty grin. “Kenny and I have no agreement. We don’t have to be exclusive with each other.” Then she just looked at me. “But you’ve been dating steady for months. I doubt if Kenny would feel the same way and as I said before, he’s my brother. I can’t undercut my brother.” “Even if he didn’t know? I mean, I’d just keep dating him like always. You said you couldn’t afford a steady girl but how about a horny girl that just needs, uh, servicing every once in a while.” Fortunately, Kenny came by and led her away and I escaped to my room and books. I didn’t study well, though and had to beat off with Mary in my mind the whole time. She was propositioning me and I didn’t want to say no. But I had to. Being true to yourself is more important than a stray piece of ass. As sexy and desirable as she is, I can’t cuckold a brother. It’s not like I deserve her more than him. I’ve just intrigued her and she’s a horny enough girl that she wants to find out what she’s missing. If she’s actually missing anything. I mean, I’m no great stud. I likely can’t give her any more than Kenny already is. But surprise. The very next day as I left a class, Mary was in the hall waiting for me. I have no idea how she got my schedule. But if she did, she knows I have no more classes until tomorrow. She actually grabs my arm to stop me. “Brian,” she says, “you said I was sexy and desirable so I know you want me. Well, I want you, too. You were right the first time you saw me, I’m a little over sexed. I think about sex all the time and I have it as often as I can. In fact, I’m not sure I’m ever satisfied. I mean, I really love an orgasm and all but later, in bed at night, either alone or with a guy sleeping next to me, I want more. I always want more and end up having to take care of myself. So you saying you could eat me for hours really turns me on. For hours! I mean, you might actually finally satisfy me. And even if you don’t, I know I’ll still love it. And don’t let Kenny stop you. As I told you, we have no agreement to be exclusive. In fact, I’ve been with several other guys since I started with Kenny and I’m pretty sure he knows it from things I’ve said. I don’t say with who and I wouldn’t after being with you. But you wouldn’t interfere any with Kenny and me. I mean, he’s pretty good and I like being with him. It’s just, I want more. I want you. And no commitment. Maybe just once, maybe more often, whatever suits us. So come on. You have a couple hours now and so do I.” She must have been rehearsing because that all rushed out in a matter of seconds. She has my arm and is trying to lead me away. And she’s gorgeous and she’s right, I do want her. So I go along. As we walk she tells me more about her sex life. She lives in an apartment with her own bedroom so she has a place for sex. She says that as a freshman she was in the dorm but discovered there weren’t many places to have sex so she found, as she describes it, another cock hound and for the last two years they’ve shared an apartment. Since they both frequently use their bedrooms for sex, neither is bothered by the other doing it. She also tells me her first sex started with a neighbor, a married man, eating her, having oral sex with her. Which she loved. Then he talked her into sucking him and she discovered she loved that, too. And fucking was even better. So then she introduced some boys in her class at school into sex and she’s never stopped since. In fact, she claims, when she goes home at school breaks, she still has sex with the married neighbor. Then we’re at her apartment. Sort of small and junky, just what college students can afford. Then in the bedroom and she’s naked within a minute. I’m getting there but moving slower. “Mary, your body is even better naked. You’re gorgeous,” I say as I get my clothes off. Mary can’t wait and is unzipping my jeans and pulling them down. As I step out of them she has my under shorts on the way, too. As My cock springs up, right in her face, she grabs it and gets the head in her mouth while my shorts are around my calves. She licks and sucks. “Mary, let me get out of my shorts,” I say. She moves her head back but doesn’t let go of my cock. “You’ve got a delicious cock,” she says as I step out of my shorts and am finally naked. Then with a slurping sound she’s got her mouth around it again and is grasping my balls with her other hand. “I love to suck cock,” she says as she moves her mouth free for a moment. She’s jerking me off with one hand, playing with my balls with the other, and sucking and licking the end half like she’s having it for lunch. After she keeps this up for another few seconds, I need to do more than stand there watching my cock disappear into her lovely mouth. I put a hand on her head and start shoving my cock into her. Her eyes flick up at me for a moment and I think there was a hint of a smile on those lips spread around me. She moves her hand off my cock and uses both hands on my balls as I start pumping into her mouth, fucking her face. She moves a hand around to my butt, pulling me to her. She takes all of my cock as I pump into her over and over until I can tell I’m not far from exploding. “I’m going to cum,” I say. She opens her mouth and moves her head back for a split second, strings of saliva connecting to my glistening cock. “Good,” she says and closes her lips around me again. I pump into her a few more times, my cock grows even harder and I shoot my load, several spurts, into her. A drop or two squeezes out between her lips but she keeps most of it in and swallows several times. She then sucks on me, licks me clean and sits back on her calves, with a smile on her face. After staring at my cock a second she looks up at me. “I really love that,” she says, then stands and turns toward the bed. “Your turn,” she adds as she climbs on, lies down and spreads her legs and starts fingering herself. I tell her what a great body she has. Because she does. Really shapely, every square inch is a curve. Lovely full breasts, small waist, although it’s getting a little soft, she’s going to need to start going to a gym. Terrific legs. She doesn’t shave and it’s obvious she’s a natural blond. I climb over her to kiss her. “I thought you were going to eat me,” she says. “I am,” I almost murmur, “but all in good time. I’ve never, ever kissed you before and I need to get myself in the mood by enjoying your luscious body.” “You’re going to taste your cum,” she says. “Most guys don’t like that.” “Well I do,” and I kiss her, she kisses back. As we kiss I feel one of her breasts and then slowly start working my way down her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, caressing and then sucking on each breast and nipple, down across her abdomen, then down a leg. Over and over I tell her what a delicious body she has. She urhes me on a little several times as I work my way down a leg and then up the other, kissing the inside of her thighs. Then I sit back. “Hey,” she says, “don’t stop, you were finally getting there.” I smile at her as I climb off the bed and pull her around. I can’t spend a long time licking her pussy with her spread like a bug on its back and me with my butt in the air and my head down and into her. I kneel on the floor in a much more comfortable position , between her legs, and get my face back up into her. I lick her labia. “See if you’re comfortable bending your legs and putting a foot on each of my shoulders,” I say. She does that and her pussy becomes even more accessible. I use my fingers to spread her open and get my tongue into her. I’m not sure how long I eat her. I Purposely bring her close to orgasm and then leave her clit alone for a moment as she calms a little and then back to it. I bring her to full, screaming orgasm over and over. Her legs move over and over, onto my shoulders, up and spread, then back again. It may not be hours but them, again, it may be. She’s into “Oh, fuck” and “God” and “Shit” over and over along with miscellaneous moans and sighs and an occasional “Don’t stop” when I would take a few breaths. When she has another really high orgasm and I’m getting jaded by licking and sucking her I stand up, push her around back onto the bed and get between her legs and get my cock into her. I think she’s worn out, she smiles and just lets me fuck away for a short while and then slowly starts reacting more and more. She shoves with her legs and hips, fucking back at me. After a while her grunts start turning into minor screams and I’m pretty sure she’s on her way to another orgasm. I pump faster and harder to get myself there, too. Finally, as her body stiffens and she gives a continuos scream I cum, too, and we both sort of collapse, me on top of her. We just lie there, breathing and looking at one another. I push myself up a little, getting my weight off her and roll off to the side. We both look at one another. “Fuck, Brian,” she finally says, “that was really good.” I move slightly over her to get my lips to hers and kiss her. She gets an arm up around me and kisses back. When we break the kiss, she smiles at me and I can see in her eyes that she’s just thought of something. “Could you do that to my room mate?” she asks. “What?” I shoot back. “Your room mate?” “Yeah, you were fantastic. And when either of us gets something really good we share it. That’s how I’ve had sex with guys other than Kenny for the last several months. When she has a really good one and gets them to also do me.” “But I’ve never even seen her.” “She’s good looking. You’ll enjoy it.” “But there’s no feeling or anything. I mean, I got to know you, got to really want you, but with your room mate it’d just be having sex with a stranger.” “Well, I want you to do me more, too, and if you don’t want to do Sarah you don’t have to but I hope you will because I know she’d really love it.” I’ve never run into anything like this. With every other girl I’ve ever been with I had some emotional connection, even if it was momentary. And I’m sure they felt something for me. The sex was always connected to love, even if it was sort of a false love and we were kidding ourselves. I’ve never been with a prostitute. Mary and her roommate, Sarah, weren’t prostitutes at all. They didn’t charge money or even sell themselves for some other favor like grades. But it was obvious that it was sex for sexes sake. If they ever decided to be prostitutes they wouldn’t have any problems with their conscience or feeling guilty about it. But I have to admit to myself that I’d enjoyed my sex with Mary. There was no commitment. I only had to take a brief moment away from my studies and it didn’t cost me a penny. I want to do it more. And probably it would be just as good with Sarah, whoever she was. Still, I can’t help feeling a tinge of guilt as I smile and say, “O.k., sure, just line it up.” # # # The Horny Coed Ch. 02 I went to Penn State and had a great time. Joined a fraternity, was very active in it and campus politics, and every semester my grades dropped until I realized that I'd flunk out if I stayed. So, I transferred to a small school, made good grades and was now back at Penn State for my master's. I'm trying to do it in one year so I have a really packed schedule. Plus, I 'm really tight on money. Which means I can't be active on the dating scene. But I'm still human and I couldn't help noticing one girl in particular that one of my fraternity brothers is dating. She's the sexiest thing ever. She's sort of a dirty blond, blue eyes, more a cute face than beautiful, and with the kind of body you dream of. But what I noticed was her whole demeanor, which seemed to me to say 'I'm about to get fucked'. Or maybe, 'I've just been fucked and I'm going to get it again'. I don't think others saw her that way, she's just a cute, smiling blond to them. I commented something to the guy dating her so that the next time she was at our house, she said something to me. I always answered her very truthfully. So she realized that I thought she was sexy. She also knew that I wasn't about to undercut a frat brother and date her. Didn't have the time or money to seriously date anyone. So one day she, Mary, cornered me on campus and told me how much she liked sex and that she and my frat brother had no commitment to one another and that she had been with other guys anyway and she didn't need to be wined and dined but just needed some servicing. She'd never even mention it to my frat brother. She particularly remembered me saying something about eating a girl for hours - an exaggeration. I ended up back at an apartment she shared with another girl and in her bedroom we had great sex. I ate her for a long, long time. Would work her up and then back off her clit and then work her up again, over and over. She came several times and finally I was getting jaded with her pussy and slid up over her and fucked her. She loved it. She said she wanted to fix me up with her room mate, Sarah. That she and her room mate, when they find a good guy, always share with the other. I mean Mary still wanted me more too, but wanted me to do her room mate because she'd just love it. I wasn't too sure about it. I had never just been a stud to someone I'd never met or built up a relationship with before. But I agreed. I wrote about all this in "The Horny Coed." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I'm approaching the door to an apartment where I'm supposed to have sex with a girl named Sarah that I've never met. Never even seen as far as I know. I have had brain-numbing great sex with her room mate, Mary, who talked me into also doing her room mate. So here I am, it's all been arranged. 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon, we both have an afternoon free of classes. Nothing remotely romantic about this. I sort of wonder what the heck I'm doing. I'm just horny enough that it's all sort of intriguing. Dumb probably but here I am. I ring the bell. The door opens. I thought Mary was attractive. This girl is way beyond that. She's a knock out. Black hair, very black. Creamy white skin. Bright eyes that are a light blue, almost grey. It's like being greeted by the actress Kate Beckinsale, who's cast in movies because of her beauty more than her acting ability. I mean this isn't just a nice looking girl, she's fantastic. Movie star beautiful. When I manage to look down at the rest of her I realize that she's also built. She's all in black. A knit black thing that clings to her body like a second skin and is either a long top or a very short dress because it barely covers her butt. It immediately makes me wonder if she has on anything under it. Really shapely legs. Bare feet. And she's not big. Maybe 5'2" or so and slight. A great body with all the curves but petite. "Hi, I'm Sarah, and you're Brian?" she sort of says but goes up a little on the end making it a question. I'm sure there's a pause before I answer. I didn't expect this. I was sure I'd been asked to service a loser not the campus beauty. I finally get out a "Yeah." She steps back inviting me in and I enter and she shuts the door behind me. "So you're the home delivery stud service Mary arranged?" Again, it's like a statement that goes up just enough at the end to be almost a question. "I guess that's one way to describe it. I've never really been in this exact situation before and to be honest I was a little hesitant about it. But obviously I've lucked out. You're beautiful, Sarah." She smiles. "You come highly recommended, Brian. You impressed Mary and she isn't that easy to impress. Well, c'mon, we might as well get in my bedroom and get started. I've been anxious ever since she arranged this." She beckons slightly and walks away. She's as enticing from the rear as the front. A small package but perfect. I watch her butt do what girls do and sort of slouch and bounce from side to side slightly as she walks. Female hips are just built different than male. I also notice, for no good reason, that her feet aim straight ahead as she walks, not splayed out like a lot of people. After we go in, she closes the door of the bedroom across from the one I'd been in with Mary and turns to me. She then reaches down and grabs the bottom of this top she's wearing and pulls it up and over her head. She doesn't have anything on under it as I had wondered. She's totally naked. She just looks at me and sort of tosses her head slightly, which is telling me that I better get naked, too. So I do. She doesn't help, she just watches, smiling. "Mary raved about you and your oral skills, both really great and seemingly endless. I look forward to enjoying them myself. But I, too, love to do oral, have sort of an obsession with sexy erections, can never get enough. So I'll go first and satisfy myself and then be able to appreciate your talents, if that's o.k.?" The same pattern, sort of a statement that goes up at the end like a question. I never even manage to reply, I'm too entranced with her naked body. Perfect, like a sculpture of a man's dream of a female but almost in miniature. Breasts that probably don't measure large but are in proportion to her body, full and firm, nipples pointing right at me. She shaves, there's no sign of hair in her groin that I can see. No hair anywhere but on her head. Her black hair, cut short and shaggy, not long enough to reach her shoulders, is tousled from her clothing just being pulled over it and yet looks perfect. She looks perfect. And then that sexy body moves to me. Her hand grasps my cock, which is getting harder by the second, and she smiles, well, more of a grin I guess, looking at me and then kneels and kisses my cock. Licks it, moves her head from side to side, tasting me. Looks up at me grinning. Then her lips go around the head and I can feel her tongue inside, licking me, sucking me. She moves her hand to the base of my cock and her mouth follows until she has me at least half inside her mouth. I can feel her throat, I'm about as far in as I can get. Her mouth is working me like mad, sucking and licking. Her other hand moves up and holds my balls and, as she sucks me and moves her hand back and forth at the base of my cock, she starts playing with my balls, moving them around in her grasp. It's sort of unbelievable, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen has her mouth open wider than it looks as if it could get, just to accept my cock. Her eyes are closed, she's savoring the feelings of having my cock in her mouth. She starts moving her head back and forth, milking me, licking and sucking all along. She's making a noise. Maybe a purr, maybe a moan. She slides her head back until it comes free, a string of saliva runs from my cock to her mouth. She looks up at me for a moment, grinning, then looks back at my cock, licks her lips and moves her mouth back around me and goes back to sucking me, feeling me, arousing me, sliding her mouth back and forth. humming or purring again. I can even feel the vibrations of her sounds on my cock. I know I can't last long, this is all too much. So I say, out loud but softly, "I'm not going to last long." Her eyes flick up at me for a moment and then close again as she seems to try and get even more of me into her mouth, working me even faster with both her hands and mouth. Her one hand leaves my balls and moves down between her legs to masturbate herself. Almost by reflex, I start moving my hips, fucking her mouth. I don't think about it or mean to, it just happens. Her eyes open and flick up at me again. Her mouth is so full of me, stretched, that I'm not sure but I think she's smiling. She's also sucking, moving even faster as I move, too. The fact that I'm about to cum doesn't stop her, it encourages her, I think. And then I cum. I shove into her, her head moves back some to accept my push. I shoot off a major load. Her hand between her legs is moving fast, I shoot off another and then another. She has to be swallowing, she couldn't hold it all. Well, maybe she can because she moves her head back and looks up at me, her mouth open so I can see that it's full of my creamy white sperm. Her head jerks a little as she swallows, I can see the mouthful disappearing. She swallows several times, then her mouth is back around my cock, licking, sucking out every last drop from me. "You have a delicious cock," she says as she stands and almost jumps toward her bed. "I'm really ready for you to get me off now, I really need it." She's on the bed, at a slight angle, her feet towards me,her legs spread, staring at me with a look that I can't describe other than pure lust. I know she wants me to get at her pussy, her clit, but I need to relish that whole, sexy body. Her hand is between her legs, her fingers working furiously on her clit. "Mary said you were great at oral. I need to cum. I need you to work on my clit." It isn't what I wanted. I'm really beginning to feel like a whore, a hired sex aide, but what the heck, if that's what she needs right now, why not? I grab her feet and pull her luscious naked body towards me until her butt is at the edge of the bed. I kneel down on the floor and get my mouth and hands to her pussy, spread her lips a little and get my tongue in and lick up and down but move right away to her clit. I flick my tongue on it, get my lips to it and suck it, pull it a little. Her moans start getting more shrill. Her hips start jerking and jumping. Her sounds become almost short bursts of screams, staccato. I can feel fluid coming from her. I lower my mouth slightly and suck her whole pussy into my mouth. Or as much as I can. "Uh, Uh," she's screaming, "Fuck me. Get it in me. I need it in me." Well, what the heck again. I straighten up some, get my cock aimed at her very red and juicy pussy and start shoving into her. She goes a little crazy, yelling. "Uh, uh, fuck me. Faster, harder!" I have her butt almost a foot off the bed. Her body is almost resting on her shoulders as I pound my cock into her as hard and fast as I can. Even as I'm doing it I'm thinking, 'What is this? I'm fucking a beautiful woman and I'm not happy about it. I mean it feels great but it's all just sex on demand. I don't know her, I'm just the available pussy licker and fucker following orders. I should probably find an envelope with payment in it when we're done and I leave.' I've never come close to feeling like this before. But then this is the first time I'm having sex with someone without spending any time at foreplay, without becoming even vaguely acquainted before jumping in the sack. Well, she cums again. And again and then again before I do. I don't give a darn if she likes it or not, I just keep fucking her, fucking her hard, until I cum. Then I pull out and leave her naked on the bed and I dress and leave. She acts as if she's satisfied, never asks me to stay. Her look of lust is still there but now sort of a satisfied look. And she's still movie-star beautiful laying there naked, her one hand holding her pussy, a smile on her face. The next day, Friday, Mary is waiting for me after my one o'clock class. She knows I have no more for the rest of the day. She wants me to go back to her place with her again. I look at her and tell her, "Mary, you're the sexiest girl around anywhere. I want to kiss and lick and taste every inch of your body. Your lips, face, neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, that gorgeous ass of yours, your legs. And when I get to the real meat, I'll be ready to just feast on you for as long as I can. Is that what you want?" She's grinning. "Brian, I'm almost cumming just listening to you. Yes, I want whatever you want. But as you know, I've got a real yen for cocks so I want to suck you first, then you can do anything you want with me." And that's what we do. She does a perfect job of sucking my cock, playing with my balls, almost giving me a hand job while she's at it, and then swallowing everything I shoot off into her mouth. She comes up grinning afterwards. "Brian, I love your cock. You're just delicious." Then I do everything I wanted to do. She has such a sexy body. Every bit of her exudes sex. Lovely breasts, soft yet firm, with nipples that harden up as I work on them. Gorgeous ass, round and firm and feels perfect, so smooth and warm. Shapely legs, great calves, thighs. And her pussy. Wow? I could work on that for hours. Well, actually, after fifteen or twenty minutes I realize that what I really want to do now is fuck her. So, after her third orgasm from my tongue and fingers, I move up over her and get aimed into her and away we go. She's so good. Feels so great to be in her. She pushes back, works as hard as I do, enjoying my cock moving inside her. Once she cums, we switch and she gets on top and rides me. Looking up at her perfect body moving on me is as arousing as possible, so once her insides start flexing and working on me as she cums, I cum, too. She lays down on top of me, my cock still in her. I can feel her breasts against me. Her face is lower than mine, her head laying on my chest and shoulder. "How did you like Sarah?" she asks. "I have to be honest," I say, "It wasn't that great. It was all sort of cold somehow. I mean, I've wanted you from the first time I saw you. And you've obviously wanted me, since you're the one that makes the moves on me. So maybe it was the arrangement. I mean, she's beautiful. Really beautiful. Movie star beautiful. But it was like I was a hired whore or something. She sucked me. She's almost as good at it as you. Then she pretty much ordered me to suck her clit and give her an orgasm, so I did. Then she wants me to fuck her, so I do. By then I was a little pissed. I wasn't doing anything that I intended to do, I was just following her orders. So I purposely fucked the shit out of her, banged away as hard and fast as I could and just kept it up as she had a couple orgasms. Then I left. It's not something I want to do again. I mean, I guess I should be happy to have my cock in a vagina but I'm used to more foreplay, more emotion rather than just mechanically doing it. I love what we do and look forward to being with you as often as possible." "Gee, that's something. Because she was very happy about it. She wants to get with you some more." "Boy, we saw the same thing from very different perspectives, I guess. There was no feeling at all. It was just everything happening correctly from a mechanical standpoint but with no emotion. Well, maybe not. Towards the end I was fucking her with emotion. Pissed off emotion. I was trying to treat her as hard as possible. Mistreat her. I don't know, maybe she liked that. Maybe other guys all hold her in awe or something. I sure didn't." "Well, I hold you in awe all right. Do you think a shower might get you ready for another go-around?" It did. I fucked her standing up, against the tile wall, in the shower. Still hard after she came, we 69'd on the bathroom floor until she came again, then she rode me, back on the bed, until we both came. She's truly a sexy girl. We also agreed to meet at her place a week later, same time. The following Thursday as I come out of class, Sarah's waiting for me. I'll have to find out how Mary got my schedule because these girls know when I have free time available. "Hi, Sarah," I say while wondering inside how in the heck to handle this. "We need to talk, Brian. Will you come back to my place or is there someplace else we can talk?" "Why go anywhere? Why not just here, on campus? We can walk a little or stop wherever you want and not be overheard." "I want to find out what's wrong with me. Or what you think is wrong. Mary say's you weren't happy with our time together last week." "Maybe there's something wrong with me, Sarah. You're beautiful. Movie star beautiful. Terrific body." "Well then, what's wrong? Why didn't you like being with me? I mean, I have guys after me all the time. I'm not used to having a guy dis me." "I didn't dis you. It's me. I don't know exactly how to explain this. Well, look, from the first time I ever saw Mary I thought she was sexy. And somehow she decided I was sexy. We wanted each other. I wanted to get at her body. I wanted to taste every inch of her and when I finally got my mouth to her pussy I wanted to feast on her, eat her for hours. And I did. Well, sort of. And I love doing it. And she loves me doing it. So maybe it's just that I never got to know you earlier, never got to want you. Even though it's just sex and not lifetime serious, I want a little feeling involved, maybe a little romance or something. Desire is probably the word. I never managed to build up any desire with you. You practically ordered me to work on your clit 'til you came, then told me to fuck you. So I did what you asked for. I never got to do what I wanted to do. I did what you wanted. I felt like a hired whore. So when I fucked you I purposely banged into you as hard and fast and for as long as possible. My only emotion was closer to anger than romance. I mean everything with you was so mechanical, no emotion." "Oh," is all she said. We walked next to one another, slowly. Then she looked up at me and stopped walking. "I liked what we did. I love your cock, it's feel, it's taste. I loved having an orgasm from your mouth working on me. And I've never been fucked like that before in my life. Later, I thought about it and decided that most guys are careful with me, hesitant maybe. You just banged me. Fucked me. And I came and came and came and you just kept pounding me. I think I was more aroused than I've ever been. So I got what I wanted. But now I can see that you didn't get what you wanted. So I guess the problem is, how can you get what you want and I get what I want also? Because I don't want to just give up. It was too good to not try and do it again." Now it was my turn for an "Oh." She's right. My problem was me not getting what I wanted. "I've always thought that I was giving the girl what she wanted by treating her great, by spending a lot of time appreciating the girl's body, a lot of time eating pussy. And I never got to do that with you. So I didn't like it. In my mind I was mistreating you when I fucked you so hard. Getting even sort of for you mistreating me and not letting me do what I wanted. Yet it ends up that's what aroused you, my mistreating you. My fucking you so hard. If I treated your body the way I prefer I would be sort of idolizing your body, which is what other guys do with you. Now you've discovered you like it sort of rough and hard. That's interesting." "I'd love to have you eat me for hours. I can't imagine that I wouldn't love that. You may be right that I liked being fucked rough because I guess I did. How about my sucking you, did that bother you?" "No, you were very good at it. Some girls leave the impression that they're just doing it because they think they should. You seemed to enjoy it. And I can't imagine any guy that doesn't want a woman to suck him. So that's no problem at all." The Horny Coed Ch. 02 "Well, maybe we should try again. I'll enjoy your paying attention to my body if you'll then fuck the Hell out of me later. We've both got the afternoon open and we're only a couple blocks from my bedroom." As we walked, I decided to ask something that I'd been curious about but hesitant to ask mary. I figured I had nothing to lose with Sarah. "From what Mary's told me, you two have sex with guys often. How about disease? Doesn't that concern you?" "Well, to begin with, it doesn't take a whole lot of partners to have sex often. I'm not dragging strangers home with me and neither is Mary. And yes, we're concerned. I know I am and I'm sure Mary is from what we've discussed. At any given time, I'm normally having sex with three guys. Rotating three guys to give me sex often enough to keep me happy. If this works out, I'd plan on being with you every Thursday afternoon this semester and finding some one afternoon a week that fit our schedules next semester. You have to accept that I'm being with a couple other guys on a couple of other occasions most weeks. Mostly, my first times with a guy, I have him use a condom. I guess it's never possible to be positive but once I decide that a guy's, uh, clean, then I do away with condoms. Sex is a lot more spontaneous or whatever with no condoms involved and I think it feels better, too. Mary decided you were safe so I accepted her decision. I hope she was right. Was she?" "Yeah, I am. Well, unless I just caught something from Mary or you. It's interesting, though. You say three guys. Is that the number you always have around?" "Pretty much. I realize that I could have just as much or maybe more if I had one guy around full time. If I lived with a guy. But I'm not going to do that. Not right now anyway. So I've decided that three really great sex events a week keep me happy. And by limiting guys to just once a week, they usually treat each occasion as something special, so it's usually a very great experience. Besides, I don't want any guy thinking he owns me, controls me. So it works out well to limit my time with each one. It also keeps them from talking about me, for fear that I'll drop them if I hear about it. I'd just as soon not have most people aware of my sexual activity. Most classmates have no idea whether I'm a whore or a virgin and that's fine with me." Back on her bed, both of us naked, we do things my way at first. I hold her and kiss her and fondle her and work my way down over her body kissing and licking and tasting her before finally getting to her pussy. I get her to three orgasms before I finally move up over her and fuck her. She urges me to go faster and harder and I do. She cums first but I don't last real long and so I cum, too. There's all the normal fluids of sex around so we move to the bathroom, get in the shower together and as we wash each other and feel each other, I'm back up and she has me in her mouth. I pull her away before I cum so that I can kneel down and get my mouth and fingers to her. She lifts a leg up onto my sh oulder and I feast on her for a little and then stand up and get my very erect cock up into her. I'm almost a foot taller than her so she's almost held up , off the ground, her body riding on my cock. She gets her legs around me, I lean her against the wall, and just fuck as hard as I can.I know she seems to like it so I really poound into her until she cums. We move to the bathroom floor, me on my back and her over me in a sixty-nine position and she attacks my cock with her mouth and hands. I try and eat her but mostly finger her. She's too short and I can only get my tongue to her when she moves back a little. She's workng my balls and cock. At times when she just has the head in her mouth, her butt is back far enough for me to lick her but as she moves around , getting at my cock from different angles, her butt's too far at times. I do manage to get her into another orgasm, though, before I cum. So we move back onto the bed and she sits on me and fucks me. This way she can go as hard and fast as she wants and I can diddle her clit a little and feel her breasts some, and finally we both cum. We also agree to meet regularly. On later times together, in between sex as we recuperated, Sarah told me a lot about herself. "I was raised by a single mother. My father disappeared before I was born. My Mom used to try and make it romantic, like he was off on some secret spy mission and gave his life for the country. But I knew she was just making it up. She may have thought it was romance but I'm sure she was just a piece of ass to him and he skedaddled when my birth started drawing near. I don't know who he is and don't want to. I do know that I need to get an education and make sure that I can earn a decent living so I don't end up like my Mom. She was sixteen when she had me, had no skills, could just get minimum jobs. We had a tough time of it That isn't going to happen to me.." Another time she talked about sex. "I would probably make a good case study project for someone studying psychoanalysis. My first sex wasn't sex, it was assault. I was raped when I was way too young by one of my Mom's live-in boy friends. My Mom was good about it. She kicked him out and took me to the hospital. Then a couple years later it happened again. There's a disadvantage to being good looking and small when a big ornery guy decides he wants you. Again my Mom kicked him out. She even quit having live-ins and just started picking up guys in a bar and going with them. Rape is no fun. I mean it was scary, both times. And painful. That first time I needed stitches. But the funny thing is, way back in some kernel of my mind, I liked it. I used to think it was all my fault for maybe actually wanting to have sex. Very, very complicated." Another time she told me about her first real sex. "I was a senior in high school, nineteen years old and still a virgin. Well, I'd been raped, but I'd never had real sex with a guy. And I wanted to. I thought about it a lot. I was scared to but wanted to. There was a neighbor boy, Donnie. We had known each other for years. He was two years older than me, in college. He was sort of small. I mean, I'm small so that fact that he was, too, probably made things easier. He was something like 5'6" or so. I don't know for sure that I thought about it but maybe I figured if he was small then his penis would also be small and easier to accept. I've since learned that big guys don't necessarily have big penises and small guys might not have small ones but I didn't know anything back then. Anyway, my Mom worked every day so I had a lot of time to myself and Donnie was home for some school break and he started spending time with me. We eventually talked about sex and one thing led to another. He offered to do whatever I wanted and would stop at any time I wanted him to. So we kissed and felt around and he sucked on my titties and eventually licked my pussy and it all led to fucking. He always used a condom. It was terrifric. I liked it. I even took him in my mouth all on my own without his asking. So we did a lot of oral and a lot of fucking both. And he went back to school but would come home at times and we'd see each other again." But the most interesting was learning that she earned money from sex. "I had to go to work. We needed the money and I couldn't afford school. I went to this big company to apply for a job. Just any job, something hourly. The owner of the company saw me and as I learned later, talked to human resources, so they hired me for office work, where the owner could see me. He was maybe fifty. Nice looking, in good physical shape. Educated. Nice guy. Married with children. He started sniffing around me and making comments. It was obvious that he was interested in me. I googled him and found out he's worth many millions. So I propositioned him. I had read enough to know a little about the world. I asked him how much he paid for a first class hooker and found out that he paid a lot, like $1500. So I suggested that he quit using hookers and instead paid me $1500 each time we had sex. I thought I was pretty clever. I mean, I was no virgin and I'd enjoy having sex with him anyway so maybe I could make something out of it. He did it. We spent an afternoon together and he paid me $1500 in cash. But then he came up with a suggestion. He said that I should quit working for him, too many people would know when we were both gone at the same time. Instead, he would put me on the payroll and I would be available for him to have sex with any time he wanted. And I agreed. He put me on at an amount way more than I could ever make at a regular job. He rented an apartment for me. And he started spending time with me three or four times a week. I started saving the money to pay for college and after two years decided to come here. I had enough that I could afford it. All of this was in a town about 90 miles from here. So he still pays me and he still comes to see me but only once a week now that I'm here. So, Brian, you're having sex with a whore. How do you like that?" It's not possible to not like fucking the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. But, truth is, I didn't like it nearly as much as being with Mary. Sarah really didn't go for the loving, long foreplay and oral sex. She wanted to do what we did the first time. Suck my cock, get me to eat her to an orgasm, then fuck the heck out of her as hard and fast as I could, pounding into her almost as if I'm punishing her. I see her every Thursday and every time we do almost the same thing. I have no idea what her other lovers do but with me, I think I'm seeing the real Sarah. She almost wants to relive those rapes. Wants to be overpowered, treated rough. She's right, she would make a good psychological case study. Despite everything, being with Sarah is still a little like just servicing a woman, like being a gigolo. Now Mary, wow. To begin with she's taller and larger than Sarah, Great breasts, full and firm and way more than a h andful. Great legs, long and strong, can lift me right up into the air when she wants to. And the best looking pussy I've ever seen. I told her that if there was a beauty contest for pussies, she'd win hands down. It's sort of a pink powder puff, well a split puff, with blond hair above it. She trims her pubic hair. Doesn't shave, just trims it. Usually she's aroused, so usually her pussy glistens a little, with bits of moisture on it and in the hair. Makes it even more attractive, almost magical looking. And she's horny. Always wants more. If I ate her for an hour, she'd be happy if I ate her more. If we fucked for an hour, she'd be h appy to fuck even longer. When she sucks my cock, she always wants more. Once, like Oliver Twist, after I came in her mouth she looked up at me and said in a little girl voice, "Please sir, may I have more?" I told Mary something that surprised even me. I said that I'd be happy to spend every night for the rest of my life having sex with her. I knew she had more school ahead, had other boy friends, but I really loved being with her. She smiled and told me, "Brian, if we could spend the rest of our lives in bed, there's no one I'd rather be with. You're really good. But life isn't like that. I know I have to grow up some day but right now I'm having such a great time, I just want to keep doing what I'm doing. If you still feel that way, look me up in about ten years, I might be ready." So, for about eight months, I spent an afternoon a week with each of them. More sex than I'd ever had or probably ever will again. Anyway, I did manage to earn my master's degree in one year. I did manage to live on the money I had. I never dated anyone, was almost a hermit as far as most people could tell. Little did they know.