4 comments/ 133370 views/ 7 favorites The Massage: Give and Get Laid By: LeoDavis PROLOG: UNFUCKABLE CAROL The best thing about graduate school was the abundance of coeds who no longer acted like girls. All were intelligent and mature but still in their early 20's and very youthful. Many were truly beautiful. I quickly discovered that most were serious students, not party girls, so seducing them was quite a challenge. I dated quite a few but struck out often. After my first year I got laid reasonably often. But I usually just got to feel an occasional tit, so I beat off a lot, too. There were also a few real sluts, but sex with them was risky on several levels. Carol was perhaps the most beautiful of the women I pursued seriously during my second year. She was a shorthaired, shapely brunette, 34C-23-35. She and I felt incredible physical chemistry, and "routine" kisses left us both breathing hard. However, there was a BIG problem. Carol was Jewish, and she had informed me early in our dating that she was going to marry within her faith, and she wasn't going to risk getting too deeply involved with a Gentile. Her decision did not preclude going out with me, and she certainly didn't mind a lot of just-short-of-sex action, either. Carol was a hot tease. She often went braless, and more than once I had felt under her skirt and found she was not wearing panties. Carol would rub her body against mine until we both started to get hot, then just before it was too late to stop, she would push me away, saying, "I can't let us do this! I can't get this involved with you!" Several times this happened with Carol nude to the waist holding my naked erection. Several times I was finger-fucking her when she stopped. It was frustrating, but I kept taking her out, not only because I really liked her, but I also enjoyed the challenge of trying to get her past her point of no return. I had also found out that she was on the pill, so I knew that she was "prepared." So I kept dating her. And beating off a lot. PART 1: THE PARTY I almost got laid on my last "real" date with her. I took Carol to a party organized by a club to which I belonged, held at an off-campus apartment. About 20 couples began the evening, and there was a lot of drinking. By midnight the apartment was completely dark and only six couples remained. Several of these were taking turns using the two bedrooms for loud, passionate sex. Couples rotated through the bedrooms while everyone else slow-danced to sensual, romantic music. I tried to get Carol into a bedroom, but she immediately nixed that idea. However she continued dancing with me in the sexually-charged atmosphere of the living room. As we danced, our arms were wrapped around each other and our mouths were glued together. We only broke apart to drink more wine and to use the bathroom. Carol finally reached the point of being just drunk enough to be relaxed, happy, carefree, and possibly careless. I decided to push my luck. Carol was wearing a backless cotton sun dress that ended just above her knees. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra, and I couldn't see any panty line through the thin material. I thought - hoped! - that she was naked under her dress. Other couples dancing around us soon carried with them the intoxicating perfume of their sexual activity. It was warm, and the smell of fresh cum and fresh pussy juice was really turning me on. I hoped it was doing the same to Carol! It was! As the wine made Carol less inhibited and as our kisses got hotter and hotter as we danced, she allowed me to untie the straps around her neck and lower the top of her dress, bunching it at her waist, leaving her naked from the waist up. I began to kiss and caress her bare breasts. She pulled my shirt up so that her nipples were hard against my naked chest. She began to moan, "Mmmmh! Mmmmh!" We were dancing far enough from the windows that we were in almost complete darkness. Carol sucked on my lips and tongue in synchrony with my fingers caressing her nipples. This was about as far as Carol usually went with me, but this time didn't show any sign of stopping. Her moans became louder. I could taste fresh sweat on her breasts. We continued dancing. Carol's mons pubis was very prominent, and she rubbed herself against my upright and very erect penis. Her moans became little humming sounds as I stroked her bare upper body. She rubbed her hard-nippled, bare breasts against me as she moved. Our kissing was wet, hot, and aggressive. I could sense that she was approaching a climax. As her side-to-side hip action rubbed her pubis back and forth across my erection, I began to take up the slack in the back of her dress, gradually lifting it higher and higher. When I had hold of the hem, I pulled it all the way up and I slid my hands down and rubbed the twin bare globes of her behind, verifying that she was truly naked under her dress. Carol was so drunk and aroused that she just giggled and kissed me harder. I had touched her this way before, but not when she was also topless. Carol's excitement continued to build. As we danced, I used my fingers to gently pull the front of her dress up from between us, and soon I had her entire dress gathered around her waist. I was dancing with an essentially naked woman. Carol started moaning and grunting and gradually lost all self-control as her passions overcame her modesty. I used my hands on her naked behind to lift her feet off the floor, pulling her hard against me. Carol wrapped her legs around me, then twisted her hips so that the head of my upright, erect penis was firmly pressing against her just below her pubic bone. As she moved her hips, the tip of my pants-covered penis entered her. With my pants on, I probably only got about an inch of my penis into her vagina, but it was enough. Carol began to climax, wildly and with abandon. My hands on Carol's bare bottom held her completely off the floor as she ground her pussy against my penis, her legs twitching wildly. Her sandals flew off, and she wrapped her legs around mine, pulling hard against the backs of my calves. She cried out, "Ooooooh! Unnnh! Yesss!" loudly over and over in spite of my attempts to keep my mouth on hers. Just as her first orgasm ended, she relaxed against me for a few seconds, then immediately begin to climax again as she rubbed against me. As exciting as it was to hold Carol as she climaxed, I was able keep from creaming my jeans because of the strain of holding her up. Besides I wanted my penis inside her when I came. I wanted to really make love to her, not just fuck her standing up in a crowd. After several intense orgasms, Carol calmed down and kissed me. She was breathing hard and she was lightly covered with fine sweat. The sweet smell of her fresh pussy juice nearly caused me to ejaculate. As her last tremor finally subsided, I lowered Carol, and she regained her feet. She was barefoot and she leaned against me, kissing me passionately. Except for her dress around her dress she was still naked, and her legs trembled as she held me, much as they had done during her orgasms. I slid one hand up onto a breast and gently cupped it while I caressed her hard nipple. I moved my other hand around to her abdomen, and I began to gently rub her fuzzy pubic mound. I started moving us slowly toward an open bedroom door. Carol didn't resist, and she kept kissing and sucking on my lips as we entered the bedroom. I moved a finger into her wet slit, and slowly slid it inside her, feeling for her G- spot. At that moment Carol suddenly snapped out of her passion as she realized that she was naked and alone in a bedroom with me. She pulled my hands away, pulled her dress back on, and announced angrily and loudly, "I want to leave! NOW!" Carol picked up her sandals and stormed out of the apartment. I followed her with my tenting pants clearly demonstrating my state of arousal. Damn! How close can a guy get? My balls started to ache. Carol wouldn't talk to me as I drove her home. The aroma of her pussy juice filled the little VW, making my nuts hurt even more. As I got her to the door of her room, Carol looked me in the eyes and said, "This is too fucking dangerous. I can't go out with you any more. We've got to just be friends. Goodbye." And she fled into her room. On the elevator to the first floor, and again on the elevator on the men's side going to my floor, I noticed people glancing at the front of my pants. When I got to my room and pulled them off, the reason was obvious, Carol had left a huge pussy juice stain all over the front. I sniffed them, and the scent of Carol's pussy made me hard again. My balls still hurt. I went down the hall to the bathroom, sat in a stall, and quickly shot my wad into a handful of toilet paper. That was definitely not the way I thought I would be getting off after the way the evening had begun. Hell, I could easily have fucked her standing up! Why hadn't I just unzipped and done that instead of trying to get her into a bed first? I asked Carol out several times after that, but she always turned me down, usually just shaking her head and walking away. I talked to Linda, her cute, blonde, engaged roommate about the situation, and Linda told me that Carol was serious about marrying "a good Jewish boy" and that Carol was afraid of the intense attraction we felt for each other. I knew Carol was on the pill, but Linda added additional information. She said that several months before Carol had started taking birth-control pills because Carol wasn't certain she could keep herself from having sex with me if I kept dating her. Apparently her resolve was strong enough after all. Linda's advice was to forget about Carol - for both our sakes. Fortunately I found other ways to get laid, Three freshmen girls from the class I taught - Karla, Barb, and Carolyn - rode my pole for half the year, and that took the edge off my horniness, but that's another story! (Sex Education Tutor by LeoDavis) PART 2: SEDUCING CAROL BY MASSAGE And that's the way it continued with Carol for the next couple of months. I'd occasionally eat a meal in the cafeteria with Linda and Carol, but I stopped asking Carol out. Then one Sunday morning, shortly after I had seen her sitting with some girls at breakfast, Carol telephoned me. She said she had a really bad muscle pull in her back, and she asked if I would be willing to give her a back rub. Without expecting it would be anything other than platonic, I agreed to go to her room about a half hour later. I used the time to shower and clean up - just in case! Several times in the past I'd given back rubs that turned into incredible sex, so why not be optimistic, even with Carol? The first hint that something might be up occurred when I knocked and Carol opened the door to her room. "Where's Linda?" I asked. "She's out-of-town visiting her fiance and won't be back until dinner time." Carol said. So we had the room to ourselves for several hours. Carol was barefoot, wearing a pair of tiny, loose, nylon gym shorts with an elastic waistband. If she had panties underneath, they had to be really small! Over her breasts she wore the top half of a two-piece swim suit that I'd seen her in before, and I knew it was only held up by the straps that went around her back. As Carol turned away from me, I noticed that only one of the bra-type clips on her top was fastened. Was this an accident or a signal to me? Carol liked to tease me after all. Carol handed me some special massage oil she said was an old family recipe, and it smelled lightly of vanilla. Then she lay face-down on her bed, and I kicked off my sandals, took off my shirt, straddled her waist, and began to rub the oil around on her back. I quickly found the bad muscle pull. Carol groaned when I rubbed her injury, and the stiff and sore muscle ran directly under the strap holding up her top. "I'm going to get oil all over your top unless I unfasten it." I remarked, trying to sound matter-of-fact. "Go ahead." Replied Carol, and I undid the last clip, letting the straps fall away. The sides of her breasts made enticing round mounds against the bed. My prick got hard and my erection pressed between her ass cheeks through our shorts. I massaged the injured muscle hard, and Carol complained that it was very uncomfortable having her breasts rubbing against her swimsuit top, so she raised herself, tossed the top aside, then lay back down and used her hands to arrange her breasts so that she was more comfortable. Even though she was facing away from me, it was incredibly erotic watching her do this. That was the moment I really decided I was going to try to do a lot more than rub her back! Images of my holding her naked - while we danced and she climaxed - flashed past my eyes! I inhaled and smelled the vanilla of the oil mixed with the wonderful scent of her skin. I hoped she was still on the pill. But pill or no pill I wasn't going to waste another opportunity to make love to her, if one presented itself. I gradually loosened and relaxed the injured area, then began to rub the rest of her back. There were quite a few little knots, but I easily rubbed them away, my oily fingers firm but gentle. Carol had her head turned toward the wall, and she was breathing slowly and deeply, obviously very relaxed. I continued the massage, rubbing the stiffness out of her shoulders, then I worked down her arms. I kept returning to her back injury, but I was rubbing more gently now. The oil kept my fingers slippery. I rubbed oil on the exposed sides of her breasts, and Carol giggled and told me that I was supposed to massage her back, not her boobs. "I thought there might be some stiffness there that I should rub!" I joked. I kept playfully sneaking my oily fingers back for caresses on her breasts, but I spent most of my time rubbing her back. I gradually worked my way down to her waist, just above the top of her shorts. Then I got up, turned around on her, and I began to massage her legs, beginning with her feet which I reached by bending each leg gently upward at the knee. Carol didn't protest, so I continued firmly rubbing her legs. Her breathing had become faster. I found stiff muscles on the backs of her thighs, and I rubbed them out, getting my hands under her shorts and almost as high as her behind in the process. I didn't encounter any panties! All she was wearing were the tiny shorts! I finished rubbing the backs of her thighs, acutely aware of her near nakedness, then reversed myself once again and resumed rubbing her back. Carol's breathing was quick and short, so I knew I was making progress. As I worked back down to her waist, with a couple of playful rubs along her breasts, I found a stiff muscle on each side of her waist running under the waistband of her shorts, and I slid my hands under the waistband, rubbing those muscles. I could hear Carol's breathing getting faster and louder. I kept rubbing just under her waistband, and Carol's skin began to feel warmer against my fingers. My hands under her waistband pulled on it, and Carol raised her hips, allowing me to lower her shorts a couple of inches toward her feet. The stiff muscle was still under her waistband, and my hands went lower. Again Carol raised her hips, and again I lowered her shorts. The top inch of the crack in her ass was now visible. I began to massage the stiff muscles as well as the gluteus maximus on each cheek. The elastic waistband on her shorts slipped down to the bottom of her ass, and curly, dark pubic hair between her cheeks was in plain view. Carol's breathing was now rapid, loud, and ragged. I returned once again to rubbing her back, but now I ran my hands gently from her neck to the bottom of her ass, occasionally pressing hard, mostly just sliding my oily fingers gently over her skin. I reversed position again, and rubbed her legs, but this time I could only get a little above her knees because her shorts were so low. I leaned down and I could smell Carol's aroused pussy through the vanilla scent of the oil. I switched position twice more, and each time Carol got more excited. Finally I stepped off the bed, and while still rubbing Carol's back with one hand, I undid my shorts and undershorts, dropping both to the floor beside the bed. My erection was throbbing with my heartbeat, and its head was a deep purple. Standing naked beside Carol's bed, I began to rub her with both hands. Carol was still facing away from me, but I knew she had heard my pants hit the floor. She was fully aware that I was naked. As my right hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts, Carol raised her hips, and I slowly pulled her shorts down her legs and I finally pulled them completely off her. I stood beside her bed, massaging Carol from her neck to her toes without any clothes to impede the strokes of my hands. The oil made her skin sparkle, and she gradually spread her legs slightly apart. I leaned forward and sniffed her now visible, hairy pussy. I could see that her labia were swollen and beginning to open. Maintaining a constant pressure and gently rubbing with my hands on Carol's body, I slowly straddled her again, facing her head. My erect penis lay between the cheeks of her ass, and I oiled it while I rubbed Carol. I rocked forward and back. My oily erection slid sensually between the halves of her behind. Carol and I were both breathing rapidly and loudly. Carol slid her knees up toward her head, spreading her legs apart, and I lifted myself off her so that she could do so. Then I squatted on my knees between her thighs with her pussy spread wide open in front of me. I continued rubbing her backside from her thighs to her neck. I leaned forward and my penis slid along her slit, pointing toward the bed. It slid up and down her wet pussy as I bent myself forward and back while rubbing her back. Carol began to wiggle around on the bed, and she was making grunts and moans as she breathed. She began arching her hips as my penis moved along her pussy, and I felt the head of my penis sliding into and out of her labia. As her hip actions became more vigorous, I leaned forward and slipped my hands under Carol's breasts and began rubbing her nipples with my oily fingers. They were hard as little stones. With an incoherent yell, Carol suddenly rocked back on her knees, giving me complete access to her breasts and causing my penis to enter halfway into her vagina, doggy-style. I leaned forward, and I easily slid my slippery, oiled penis all the way into her, my balls slamming into her clitoris. She was so tight! The walls of her vagina gripped my penis and Carol had an immediate, violent orgasm. She screamed, "OH! GOD! FUCK! FUCK ME HARDER! YESSS! OH DEAR GOD! FUCK ME!" As her orgasm began to subside, I started sliding in and out. After only a dozen strokes, Carol exploded again, even louder than before, "GAHHHHHHHD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER!" Carol had several orgasms before I finally ejaculated inside her. She was in such a state of arousal that I really couldn't tell when one orgasm ended and another began. She was so wet that each full thrust made a wet splat as our crotches collided. When the clenching of her vagina on my penis began to end, she collapsed under me and I fell forward on top of her. My erect penis pulled out of her with an audible, wet pop. I changed positions and pushed it back into her. I could feel rippling contractions in her vagina. As we gasped for breath, I rubbed her oily body. After several minutes, our breathing became less noisy, and I slipped out of Carol. I rolled her over onto her back, leaned forward, and we kissed for several minutes, stopping occasionally to get our breath. She wrapped her legs around me and mashed my flaccid penis against her wet, hairy pussy. Carol had never looked more beautiful to me. She wore no makeup, her face was flushed, and she was covered with a sheen of sweat. But the just-fucked look on her face overwhelmed me with the desire to make love to her again and again. The look in her eyes reflected our passion. The Massage: Give and Get Laid "I need a little time to get hard again. And I want to complete your massage. I still haven't done your front!" Carol smiled, pulled me down against her, and kissed me. "Oil me up!" She commanded. "But don't take too long! I want you again!" Carol spread her legs apart, and I knelt between them. She was completely open to me, trusting me, wanting me. "You are so very beautiful!" I said. "I knew I couldn't continue to resist you! I've wanted you for so long!" She replied. We kissed for a very long time. Then I resumed the massage. I began by rubbing oil onto the front of her arms and shoulders. When I dripped oil on Carol's breasts, I heard her inhale quickly. In seconds I could see deep arousal on her face, and her nipples responded to my rubbing by again poking straight out and becoming hard. I moved to Carol's legs, which she pulled up so that I didn't have to move to reach them. One at a time she put a leg up over my shoulder while I rubbed her from her feet to her crotch. Her outer labia stayed open, giving me a clear view into her. My cum made a little trail dripping from her opening to the sheet below her. Carol began to rub her hands along the shaft of my penis, and I added some oil to her hands, making her touch incredibly sensual. My erection quickly returned. "You're so big and hard!" Carol exclaimed. "You felt so wonderful inside me!" "Do you mean here?" I asked. I slowly began to massage Carol's pussy. She began to quiver when I slipped my fingers inside her. With two fingers inside her, I turned my hand so that my thumb was on top, and I pressed it gently against her clitoris. Carol jumped, then began to rub and rotate her hips against my thumb. I moved my oily fingers inside her and found her G-spot, and Carol immediately exploded into another orgasm. "Oh My Goddd! Oh Yesss! Aaeeyah! UNNH! OH! MORE! OH!" Her screams were much louder since she was lying on her back, and as I rubbed, she kept moving against my hand and screaming. Every few seconds she would pause for a couple of deep, moaning breaths, then she would scream again. I could see waves of orgasm rippling up her body, and she was wildly thrashing on the bed. She screamed and grunted, "YAAAAH! NNNNNNNH!" I pulled my hand away from her pussy, and Carol cried, "No! Put it Inside Me Again! Fuck Me! FUCK ME HARD!" "What do you want inside you?" I teased. "Your cock! Your penis! I want it inside me! FUCK ME!" I slid my penis slowly all the way into her. Carol had an immediate response. "MORE! HARDER! FUCK ME AGAIN! AAAAHH! AGAIN! FUCK! FUCK! AAAHH! NNNNNNH!" Carol screamed and climaxed again, then again, then again. In the plain, old missionary position, I continued to fuck her, and Carol moved her hips to meet every thrust. When she wasn't yelling and screaming, Carol was babbling incoherently as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were clamped closed, her neck was arched back, and her mouth was open in a grimace. She was pulling on her nipples with both hands, experiencing considerable difficulty since her oily fingers kept slipping off her oily nipples. I continued pounding into her. We made a wet slurping sound, and the scent of her juices got stronger and stronger. I felt myself coming again. We screamed and groaned together as I ejaculated several times in her. I fell forward on her, and we kissed as we fought for our breath. My penis quickly went limp, but stayed inside her. Finally I felt it slip out with a little wet plop. I began to kiss Carol's body, enjoying the taste of the vanilla-flavored oil mixed with the sheen of fresh sweat which coated her entire body. I sucked her nipples, and Carol groaned, then pulled her knees up and spread her legs. "I can feel your cum dripping out of me!" she exclaimed, then laughed deep in her throat. "It feels unbelievably sensuous!" I moved my kissing down to her pussy. There was a growing puddle of our combined fluids under her crotch. Carol tried to push me away, so I asked her, "Have you ever had oral sex?" She shook her head, and said, "I've always thought it was dirty!" "It will be my pleasure to show you how wonderful it is!" Carol looked at me with love in her eyes, and said, "Show me!" I began by lapping up a mouthful of our combined juices, and moved back up to her face. I kissed her, and she grimaced, then relaxed and smiled and said, "I've never tasted anything like that! It tastes like we smell, only better! Give me some more!" I reached down, scooped several fingers through the puddle that had dripped down onto her bed, and I smeared them around her lips, then kissed her. Finally I moved back down and began to eat her out. Carol wrapped her legs around me, pulling my head hard against her pussy. Carol was extremely sensitive, and my kissing and licking brought her to yet another orgasm, complete with her usual loud screams. I kept kissing and licking her labia, putting my tongue into her, and manipulating her clitoris, and Carol returned to her state of almost continuous orgasms. Cunnilingus obviously agreed with her! I again used my fingers to find and rub her G-spot, and when her clitoris became too sensitive, I rubbed inside her to maintain her excitement, then returned to her clitoris after a minute or two. I don't know how long I slurped and fingered at Carol's pussy, but I loved the taste of her fresh juice, and having Carol respond so completely took my breath away. Eventually Carol's screams subsided into long moans, and she twitched and wiggled on her back, her legs spread wide apart, no longer clamping on me. Her juices continued to run from her pussy, faster than I could lap them up. Carol's movements slowly became less violent. I gradually slowed my pace, and Carol immediately slipped into a deep sleep. I carefully raised myself from between her legs and looked at her. She was the very essence of sexually satisfied woman, sprawled naked on her back, her womanhood completely open and exposed and dripping, her face bathed in a post-coital glow. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. I left a smear of our sexual juices on her lips. Carol licked her lips and stirred, but did not wake up. I sat back on my knees and began to rub my sticky penis, making it stiffen. I was thinking I would try to wake her by copulation. PART 3: ONCE IS ENOUGH? I heard someone sigh and I suddenly realized we were not alone. I turned my head and I saw Linda and two other women standing just inside the door. All of them were really turned on. "How long were you watching?" I whispered. My penis began to deflate. "About twenty minutes." Linda replied. "Long enough to nearly go deaf! We watched you finish fucking her and then eat her out." "What are they doing here?" I asked and nodded at the other two women whom I didn't know. Linda grinned, then answered, "When I got back they were listening at the door. They said that Carol's screams were so exciting that they couldn't study. We decided to slip in quietly and watch! Wow! What a show!" "Well, the show's over!" I said. "We weren't planning to entertain any voyeurs!" Linda told the other women to leave, and they took one last look at Carol lying sprawled and dripping on the bed, whispered something to each other, sniffed the air, then left. Linda walked over to the bed, pointed at Carol, and whispered, "I didn't know that a man could do that to a woman. Could you teach my fiance how to do that to me?" "I don't give lessons to other guys - ever!" I replied. "Besides, it's more fun to learn by trial and error!" She leaned down up and wrapped her fingers around my limp penis, still sticky with Carol's juice and my cum, and began to rub it. Other than a slight reddening of her cheeks, Linda appeared to be perfectly relaxed fondling me this intimately. "I was watching, and it wasn't just this prick that overwhelmed Carol!" she observed. "But she won't get any of this from good Jewish boys." I must have looked puzzled, because she gave my penis a little squeeze and said, "You're not circumcised, stud!" Linda squeezed and rubbed my penis until it was completely erect again. "My fiance Jim had his foreskin trimmed when he was born, and I've always wondered what a natural prick looked and felt like." Her breathing had become deeper and her face was darker than before. "If it interests you so much, play with it some more!" I said. "You think I want to jerk you off?" "You're doing just fine! Keep it up!" Linda took hold of me with both her hands and began to pump, faster and faster. I was slippery with Carol's juices, and having a fully-dressed woman whom I had never even kissed pulling on my dong was too much for me, even after the wild sex with Carol. "Oh! I'm coming! Of God! AAAAH!" A couple of spurts of cum came out, barely squirting an inch. What little came out dripped onto Linda's fingers. My penis immediately lost its starch. Linda wiped her hands on my chest. The look on her face said, "I want you to fuck me, too!" "How about a kiss, Linda? I'm not used to getting handjobs from women I haven't even made out with!" "Don't you wish! I'll pass. Your face is covered with Carol's slime. That might be sexy to Carol, but not to me!" Linda continued standing by the bed, shifting her gaze back and forth between Carol and me. "Is Jim's any bigger?" I asked. Linda blushed. "Why do guys always ask that? No, his is about the same length, but yours is thicker. I can do him with one hand." As I started to get up, Linda told me to stay where I was, and she quickly grabbed a couple of towels from the closet and handed them to me. "Better wipe your face, and use the other one to keep from dripping all over the floor!" she ordered. I cleaned myself up as best I could, and got dressed. I used one towel to wipe up what I could of the puddle between Carol's thighs, and then put the other one under Carol so that the continuing drips would land on the towel, not the bed. Linda's eyes were bright, and her breathing was rapid. She watched everything I did. She showed a lot of interest in my penis which was again getting stiff. Linda got a clean sheet and blanket form the closet and covered her sleeping roommate, then said, "Go back to you room and get cleaned up. Then meet me in the lobby so we can go to dinner. Thirty minutes?" I nodded. I took one last look at Carol's face, leaned down and kissed her, then left. Thirty minutes later I met Linda downstairs, and we went to a burger joint and talked. She said that Carol was still on the pill, although until today she hadn't been getting any action from the few guys she had gone out with. "It's a good thing, too! You pumped enough baby-making juice into her to give her quintuplets!" Linda laughed. "You still managed to get a little out, but I think the well's dry now." I replied. We sat there for a couple of minutes with me looking at Linda and with Linda looking down at her plate. Finally she spoke. "I don't like to beg, but won't you please take pity on me and teach Jim how to do what you did with Carol?" She asked. "I don't mind helping women have great sex, but I'll be damned if I'm going to help other guys to become better lovers!" I said. "Besides, it's basically just 'Ladies first' anyway!" "In other words you take care of the woman and then her reaction takes care of you?" "Of course! How could any guy not come after looking at the expression on Carol's face?" I escorted Linda back to her room and we went in. Carol was still sleeping with an incredible look of satisfaction on her face. I kissed her again, and I could taste her pussy juice on her lips. It was terrific! As I left, Linda unexpectedly gave me a passionate kiss and reached inside my pants, fondling my penis. I ran my hand up her skirt and rubbed her panties against her pussy, feeling them quickly becoming wet. I began to slide my finger forward and back along her slit, feeling more and more moisture as she became excited. Linda broke away, smiled, and said, "Just don't tell Jim we did this! My pussy is supposed to belong to him, now! And I'm not supposed to play with other men's equipment! Or let them play with mine!" I thought she was hinting that we were going to go stay in the room and fuck, but with a final squeeze on my penis, she kissed me again. Then she pushed me out of the room, being careful not to wake the still-sleeping Carol. "Thanks for an entertaining and unforgettable show!" she said. "I'll bet Carol never forgets, either!" PART 4: NO MORE DATES WITH CAROL, BUT SEX APLENTY I never dated Carol again. I asked her out several times, but she always turned me down. When I offered to give her another massage, she turned bright red and shook her head. "I could never explain you to my family! You're not Jewish! I can't afford to be in love with you!" She said. About 3 months later she got engaged to Josh, "a good Jewish boy" from her hometown, and I was happy for her. But a couple of weeks later, about midnight on a Saturday night, I got a frantic call from Carol who asked me to come over as soon as I could. I went to her room only to find her in an incredible state. Carol couldn't sit still, and when she stood up, she kept pacing around the room. Her movements were jerky and her posture screamed, "Tension!" I diagnosed her condition as the female version of "blue balls," and she quickly confirmed this. "Josh and I 'anticipated the ceremony' tonight!" She said. "It was our first time! He got me all worked up and then all at once he ejaculated into me! But I wasn't all the way there yet! Then he kissed, me, told me he loved me, and left!" I heard Linda mutter "Wham, bam, thank you ma'am!" under her breath. She was sitting at her desk, listening to our conversation, and looking very amused. "I took a shower and tried to get myself off, but it didn't work!" Carol exclaimed. "Now I feel even worse!" "Maybe if you took off your clothes and beat off in front of me it would help!" I suggested. Linda laughed out loud. Carol just began to cry. "C'mon, stud! She needs you to make love to her like you did before! But please do something! I'll never get any sleep if she stays like this!" Linda said with a big grin. Carol stopped crying and looked at me. "Be unfaithful to Josh in front of her?" Carol asked with very wide eyes. "Look, Carol, I watched you fuck him until you collapsed, so it isn't something I haven't seen you do before!" Noted Linda. I stepped up to Carol and began to unbutton her blouse. "I want to make love to you. I want to kiss and caress your entire body until it explodes with pleasure. I want you to scream so much that every woman on this floor knows you got laid - and well!" I began to kiss Carol, and her response was immediate and passionate. We pulled the clothes off each other, and I carried her naked to her bed, pulled the covers down, and laid her on top of it. "What do you want first?" I asked. She spread her legs apart, and her pussy glistened with moisture. "I want you fucking in and out of me! NOW!" She whispered. I glanced over at Linda, and she had turned her chair around and was watching us with a huge grin on her face. "Go ahead!" She said. "Fuck her brains out! I want to see how you do it!" Of course I first kissed and caressed Carol all over, driving her even further up the wall. She was so excited that she came as soon as I entered her. Then I made intense, passionate love to Carol for nearly 3 hours, and she dropped into a deep sleep as she had done before. If Josh had left any cum in Carol, I had drowned it with my own - several times! And I had probably swallowed it as I sucked on her pussy. Linda again handed me some towels, and I cleaned Carol and me up. Carol was still asleep, cum and juice dripping out of her pussy. Her legs were wide apart, and she made little humming noises as she slept. I kissed her, but she didn't wake. As I got dressed to leave, Linda said, "I know it's late, but get cleaned up and then come back over here. I need to talk to you. And I can't with you smelling like you do!". "Linda, it's after 3:00 a.m.!" I said. "I need to get some rest!" "Please! This is really important. Please?" "Okay, sure. Give me fifteen minutes. But I really do need to get some sleep tonight!" I took a shower and slipped into some clean clothes, and went back and knocked gently on their door. Linda opened it, wearing a transparent black negligee, showing her figure to full advantage. There was no doubt that she was a natural blonde! She grabbed me and pulled me into the room. "I want you to sleep with me tonight!". She said in a loud whisper. "Jim isn't worth much in bed, either! I want you to make love to me like you did Carol!" I took a deep breath and the smell of pussy and cum was overpowering. I looked at Linda, and her nipples were red and erect. Clearly watching Carol and me had turned Linda on, too. I stripped off all my clothes and smashed Linda against my body. She kissed me hard with her eyes closed, and I felt her nipples pressing stiffly against my chest, even through the cloth. She was wearing just a trace of a musk perfume, and I the scent made my penis even harder. I picked her up and laid her on her bed. I slowly and deliberately unfastened the strings and clips on her negligee. Linda's breathing changed. I undressed her slowly, kissing and licking each new area of exposed skin. Linda began twitching and writhing with every kiss. Then we made extremely loud love until dawn when we fell asleep wrapped around each other. Around nine that morning I woke up lying my back to find Linda bouncing up and down on my erect penis. She was grunting and moaning. I reached up and pulled on her nipples, and she shrieked, "Yiiiiiiiaah!" And quickly climaxed to a chorus of "HAAH! OH GOD! YESS! HAAH! I CAN'T STAND IT! YES! HAAH! MORE!" None of the women on the floor would have had any doubts about what she was doing! Linda's screams and moans woke Carol, even though our loud sex throughout the night had not done so. "What're you doing fucking him, Linda? I invited him over! Besides, you're engaged!" Said Carol, obviously angry and jealous - and more than a little irrational. How's that for logic? Carol was using me to cheat on Josh, but she didn't think it was right for Linda to use me to cheat on Jim! Linda ignored Carol. Instead she resumed her up-and-down motion on my penis, having orgasm after orgasm, screaming until she got horse as I pulled and pinched her nipples and bucked my hips to meet her thrusts. I looked over at Carol, and her mouth was hanging open. When Linda finally collapsed on top of me, Carol asked, "Was I that loud?" Linda gasped, "You . . . were . . . so . . . loud . . . that . . . a . . . crowd . . . gathered . . . to . . . watch!" Carol replied, "Well, I'm only a crowd of one, but stop breathing so loud and listen!" There were several women talking and giggling outside the door to their room. The three of us started to laugh. I moved down Linda's body and sucked, kissed, and licked her pussy. Just like Carol she had several loud orgasms, but when she wound down she didn't fall asleep. "Give me a couple of minutes to recover and do it again!" She said. So I kissed her on other places, then resumed at her crotch. If anything she was more responsive than before. My tongue was sore before she had gotten enough. Because of the "listeners," I couldn't sneak out. I took a piss in a plastic bucket, hugged and kissed both naked, sticky, smelly women, and immediately collapsed and fell asleep in Linda's bed, right in the middle of the huge wet spot. I was completely worn out! In the late afternoon Carol's and Linda's kisses woke me. That was a real treat since they were both naked! The Massage: Give and Get Laid I got dressed and sneaked out of their room. I got cleaned up and went out to dinner with the two of them. I was starved, having missed both breakfast and lunch, but sexually I was completely drained. They positively glowed with energy, but it was all I could do to stay awake long enough to finish my food. I went to bed early and almost overslept my first class on Monday. I missed breakfast. For the rest of that year I spend many weekends in their room, "servicing" one or the other - or both - after their fiances left. Both women refused to do a threesome, and they wouldn't let me ass-fuck them either. They also insisted that I clean myself up between women. But the sex was wonderful, and both women were incredibly responsive. Carol and Linda washed a lot of sheets and towels that semester! And I got my rocks off on a regular basis, even though I was clearly being used to satisfy their urges, not mine. I also had a wild one-night-stand with one of the women who had watched me do Carol, but that's another story. Linda was a great fuck, even if I couldn't get her to pass out. But there was something really intense about the taste, smell, and feel of Carol. If she had broken up with Josh, I would have married her in a heartbeat. Hell, I'd have converted! It didn't happen, even though she confessed that Josh had a skinny little four-inch-circumcised dork that took a long time to get her excited - and almost never got her off. I was invited to both weddings that June, but I chose not to go. Talk about awkward! It wasn't just because I was more than a little in love with both women. Can't you imagine my being introduced to their husbands? "Nice to meet you Josh! Carol's a great lay. I know because she's called me every time you've dipped your skinny little wick in her, and I've had to finish the job. At least the work's steady! Hey, if Carol gets edgy on your honeymoon, just give me a call! I can wring her bell every time!" Obviously I wouldn't have said something like that, but I had no idea how I would react to meeting their fiancees/husbands. I'd been screwing their women almost every week after they were "done" with them! Their women had both come to me for sex when they were engaged. Why would they be faithful when married? What do you say to men who are unable to satisfy their wives? I've always wondered how their marriages worked out given the sexual ineptness of their husbands and the voracious sexual appetites of their wives. Perhaps Carol and Linda taught their husbands a thing or two. But in case they didn't, I'm hoping Carol and Linda come to reunions! I'll be looking for them! Maybe one of them would like a massage . . .