0 comments/ 32748 views/ 4 favorites Freshman By: Blackz_Sidez "Bye sweetheart. We'll miss you. Call us if you need anything and don't forget to make dinner reservations for Parents Weekend. You can bring friends if you'd like. It's in a little over a month. I put the date on the calendar we hung in your room. Ok honey?" "Arnold?" "Arnold?" You realize your mom is calling your name. Maybe she's finally done talking and ready to get the fuck out of here. This is college, at last. You've been waiting for this ever since your friend Bobby's older brother told you that college girls like to slut around. Only they don't call it slutting around. They call it 'experimenting with life.' Honestly, you couldn't care less what they called it as long as it means that some fucking will done on your part. High school girls just don't quite cut it. Your girlfriend was (well is, since you technically didn't break up yet) such a prude - she refused to have sex because she "wasn't ready." If it weren't for the fact that she was gorgeous and gave great head (and the fact that you were boning one of her field hockey teammates) you would have dumped her ass a long time ago. But what the hell, she'll never know what you're up to and you'll still have someone to give you blow jobs when you go home for breaks. "Arnold!" "Oh, sorry mom. I was just thinking how weird it's going to be living away from home. I won't forget the reservations and I'll call a lot." Now your mom gets tears in her eyes. Why won't she just leave! You want to explore. You saw that really cute girl moving into your building. With any luck she'll live on your floor. "Okay Arnold, we'll see you in a month then." Your mom hugs you good-bye. She doesn't want to let go, but your dad pulls her away and helps her into the car. "Good luck son." He reaches out to shake your hand. "These are going to be the best years of your life." He smiles and winks at you like he knows exactly what you have on your mind. "Right. Bye dad. Drive safe." Your parents finally drive off. You're so excited you could scream. But, you're not a dork, so you just smile and head up the walkway. The last time you saw the campus was your senior year on a college tour with your parents. It was raining and you weren't really paying attention anyway. Besides, you're pretty sure there is a hell of a lot more to college life than some 100 year old building. You head up the path, but fork off to the right away from your dorm. Everyone seems to be so busy. There are lots of parents and their kids moving stuff into their own rooms. They're all freshman though. You all had to come early for orientation. The rest of the school won't arrive for three more days. As you pass one building you note the name -- Chandler Hall. You smile and hope you'll spend many evenings in there. While your dorm is co-ed, this one is all girls. What the hell, maybe someone might need a little help moving boxes or furniture. And since your such a big strong man maybe someone will repay you somehow. You wander around the floors and unfortunately you have not seen one girl who could do anything for you. No wonder they are living in an all girls dorm, they are so ugly they couldn't give their pussy away. You decide that maybe you should just leave, there is no action in this building until you hear a little grunting from the room nearby. The door is open a crack and you decide to peek in. Standing in front of the window you see a girl dressed in a tank top and cut offs so a small part of her ass hangs out. Are you man enough to go talk to her? You think for a minute and walk right into the room. You notice it's twice the size of your room and their is a king size bed off to the side. The girl is a little startled by your footsteps, but smiles at you and asks "May I help you? Are you lost?" You give her the once over and stutter "Isn't this room 708?" She laughs and her size 38C breasts shake and you realize she isn't wearing a bra. She has shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, must be at least 5'6. And well she's black. You never thought about being with a black girl before but it's college... time for new experiences right? She licks her lucious lips and says "I think you have the wrong building. This is room 504 and this building only goes to the fifth floor." Pretty smooth moron. She introduces herself "Hi. I'm Angel." I'm the resident advisor of this floor. Are you a freshman?" you nod and she mumbles something to herself. "What was that?" you ask. She smiles again as says, "I said you are pretty cute. It's just too bad you're a freshman." "Hey," you say to her, growing more confident. "I may be a freshman, but I'm pretty god damned mature." She smiles at you and giggles, "Are you now?" "Yes," you reply, walking towards her. "And you did say I was cute." Suddenly, she looks behind you and makes for the door. You swear under your breath, you've scared her off. You hear the door close and you turn around, ready to leave. But you were wrong. She closed the door. "I thought I heard people coming," she says. "I didn't want them coming in." "Aren't you supposed to help the freshmen?" you reply jokingly. She looks at you coyly and walks right up to you. She's not much shorter than you and you put your arms around her, kissing her passionately and crushing her large breasts against yours. Wow. This is the first black person you've ever kissed and she's bloody good at it. New things are good you think as she drives her tongue even deeper into your mouth. She starts walking, pushing you, and you obey, walking backwards in the direction she takes you. She pushes you onto the bed, and stands at the foot of it. You stare at her, then at her massive breasts. She reached down to her tank top and slowly pulls it off. She throws it behind her and reaches down, putting her hand inside her cut offs, moving it up and down. She begins to moan, and you realize that she must be wearing no panties. While she's pre-occupied with fingering herself, you remove your jeans and T-shirt, pulling off your boxers. Your proud member stands to attention, all 8 inches of it. Then, she catches sight of you, and gasps. "God Arnold! Your cock must be 8 inches!" She pulls down her cut offs, and climbs down onto the bed next to you, her perfectly shaven pussy beginning to grow moist. You see that she's desperate for you and know that when a girl's this desperate she'll do anything. Time for a bit of fun... "Oh, Arnold, I want that monster inside me!" she cries at you, re-positioning herself into a crouch. You push yourself up the bed, so your head is resting on the pillow of the massive bed. She crawls up to meet you and straddles you, sitting on your chest. You reach up and grab one of those massive breasts, biting and sucking the nipple, while groping the other. She moans in pleasure and you drive harder, wanting more of her ecstasy. She swings her head from side to side as you suck, and you can't help but begin to thrust your hips in mid-air, really wanting them in her pussy. "So, you want my pussy?" she asks coyly. "Yeah," you groan. You let go of her tits and grab her ass, pulling it up. You lower her waiting pussy onto your cock as she gasps and screams in pleasure. "My god! It feels soooooo good!" You grunt in acknowledgement as she begins to bounce up and down on your member. You move your hips in rhythm to her bounces and you can feel your cum rising. You reach up and grab her breasts again, kneading them in between your fingers. She moans and screams in pleasure, and you know you will cum soon. Suddenly, letting go of her tits, you spin her around, so you are resting on top. You thrust into her pussy, and grab her tits, sucking the nipple as your pumping picks up speed. She moans in pleasure as you pump harder and harder, moving at an unbelievable pace. She screams and squirms and her black skin glistens in the sweat, from this incredibly hot exercise. This is the first time you have ever taken this long to cum, so you know it's going to be a flood when it finally arrives. "Ohhhhhh, god!" she cries as a flood of cunt juice pours from her snatch. In that second, you cum too. She clasps your cock with her muscles and you shoot your load into her for at least a minute. Afterwards you collapse onto her. She rolls out from underneath you and begins to dress again. You follow her example, dressing and she looks at you. Picking up a piece of paper she writes something on it. "Here, take this. It's my phone number. Call me,"she replies. "Definitely," you answer. Before you turn to leave, you plant a deep kiss on her lips, crushing her breasts to yours, before finally breaking the kiss, groping her right breast for a second and leaving. She waves to you as you leave and walk out of the girls dorm with a big smile on your face. FreshMan My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and comments are as always gratefully received. E-mail will get personnel response if you remember to leave me a return e-mail address. Enjoy. Dom Woolf * He had the best of intentions, he really did. Get up early, car already packed, head out for the eight hour drive all rested with a clear head a passenger seat full of snacks and a large thermos of mom's best coffee. Get to school in the early afternoon, unpack the car, set up his room, hit the bed early, and start the year off right. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for anything. Things didn't go as planned. Saturday night was to be his farewell party with the guys and a tender goodbye to his high school girlfriend. Instead his folks threw a surprise farewell party/bbq that lasted well into the evening, his buddies idea of a farewell included way too much beer and partying well into the wee hours of the morning. His girlfriend decided to get clingy and upset and angry and teary and oh hell, all that emotional stuff. He got home at dawn, drunk, bleary eyed and exhausted. He felt worn out physically, emotionally and sexually frustrated. Frustrated because on top of all the tears and crap she threw at him, Susie was a nice girl who didn't put out but who knew how to drive him to the brink and leave him hanging. Literally. So much for good intentions, instead here he was at two am unloading all his hastily packed junk into a corner by his bed, pissing off his new roommate who was trying to sleep, tired, hungry, dirty and still hung-over. Dan decided he needed a shower and sleep. He dug as quietly as he could through the boxes and bags until he found his towel and bathroom kit. He was looking for his robe when he knocked over one of the stacked boxes eliciting a growl from his half asleep roommate. 'Fuck it.' He thought. No ones gonna see him wrapped in a towel at two am then he slipped from the room and headed for the communal shower at the far end of the dorm hall. Once inside he found an empty locker and stripped off the clothes he had been living in since yesterday afternoon. He walked to the center of the tiled shower room and began to adjust the showerhead and water temperature just the way he liked it, steaming hot. He stood under the steaming water for a couple of minutes adjusting to the heat, just letting the water stream over his head and run down his tired body. He washed with the shower gel Mom bought him. He loved the scent it gave off. After he rinsed off, he laid his head in his arms and leaned into the wall, just allowing the streaming hot water to pound into his back and neck muscles to ease the tension. 'Man, I hope it gets easier.' Dan's mind ran through the list of things he had to do tomorrow. Classes, books, unpacking, shopping. He groaned. "It's really not all that bad once you get used to it, freshie." The voice was soft, light, decidedly humorous, and definitely as female as the body that suddenly pressed up against his butt. Dan froze like a deer in the headlights. Long slim fingers slid up his back sending shivers up his spine. The fingers dug into the tense muscles across the back of his shoulders and neck and began massaging the tension away. He could feel the firmness of her belly as it pressed against the small of his back. He shivered as the softness of her breasts slid across his spine and the nipples like two extra fingers dragged up and down his back. Her fingers curled into his black hair, gently pulling and massaging the back of his neck and head. Slowly his muscles grew looser and the tension eased from his shoulders. "That's better freshie." Her voice was soft, encouragingly hypnotic in its tone. "Let it go. Just relax and let all the stress ease away." Dan lost some time right about then because the next thing he noticed was a second shower start pounding the floor next to him. He turned his head towards the falling water to glimpse dainty feet pointed away from him. His eyes followed the attached ankles up past smooth and well toned calves, past the dimple of the knees and over the firm flesh of tight muscled thighs to the well rounded and high pert heart shape of a beautiful ass. Dan was mesmerized watching the water droplets stream down her back, following the channel between those ass cheeks and continuing their fall from the lips of her... "Freshie, if you could tear your eyes away from my ass for just a second, I could use some help washing this!" With that she unbound a thick cascade of long black hair that bounced down her back and quickly became soaked with the hot streaming water. Dan straightened up and stepped over to the naked figure, enveloping his hands in the heavy wet hair. The girl passed a plastic tube of shampoo over her shoulder affording Dan a partial glimpse of her smiling face. Dan worked the shampoo into a rich bubbly lather, partially returning the massage as he slid fingers across her scalp and worked his way down the amazing length of hair. "Umm, you have nice fingers." Dan blushed as she backed up against his rapidly hardening cock. The womanly figure nestled tightly against his front, pressing his cock between her ass cheeks. "All of them!" Dan was busying himself with rinsing all the soap from her hair, when she passed him a tube of cream rinse. He worked it into the thick mass of hair and spread it with his fingers combing through and working out the knots. Suddenly long thin fingers wrapped around his stiff cock and began to coax the skin already slippery from the cream rinse. She fucked his cock with her hand until he got even harder, and then slipped the turgid member into her warm wet pussy. Dan didn't need a diagram; he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to plow his way deep into her furrow. Standing in the steam and the downpour of the hot water from both showerheads, fucking a woman he had never met, hell with met he still hadn't even seen her face, had to be the hottest thing to happen to him in his entire life so far. She whipped around on him so fast her hair acted like a wet blanket swatting his face but before he could react, she had pressed him into the wall, remounted his erection and rode him down until he was seated against the cool tile, warm water in his face and streaming down between them. Her hair acted like a veil, hiding her face. Nothing hid her bouncing breasts and Dan buried his face between them and started kissing, nipping and suckling at the puffie nipples. She began to slowly lift her body until he was just barely inside her then she would drop on his cock, thrusting him deep inside her warm wetness. She began to make small whimpering sounds that slowly grew louder and more breathless and then she locked her knees on each side of his thighs, slammed him deep inside her, and froze, every muscle locked as her body spasmed against him. She let out a sigh and slowly melted off him, sliding down on the tiled floor and curling into a fetal position, water showering down on her shimmering wet body. Dan sat trying to slow his breathing, trying to hear sounds outside the slamming of his heart and the shower banging into the cold hard floor. He let out just the faintest groan as he began to push himself up off the tiles. She whipped around like a cat, all smooth motion, and feline grace coming up on all fours, those magnificent breasts dangling and her hair, her long jet black damned hair covering her face and dragging on the wet white tile. "Mummmm, not just yet, freshie. You just stay where you are." She crawled across the shower, water dripping from her everywhere. The beautiful orbs of her heart shaped ass and the smooth muscles of her thighs, swaying as she crawled between his legs. Warm wet hair trailed up his inner thighs and over his cock followed by warm wet lips. She worked his cock slowly, sucking the shaft deep in her mouth and licking down the ridge on the underside. She used just the bare edge of her teeth as she pulled back so that he felt the scrape along the entire length of his dick. Her tongue swirled around the head of his prick, and then she began the entire process all over again. Dan buried his hands in her soft wet hair, not trying to guide her head but just to touch her, feel her, get a connection besides the ecstasy of her slow blow job. She changed rhythm going faster and sucking his member deeper into her mouth. He felt the head of his prick pop into her throat as her nose brushed up against his belly. She held him there, somehow getting her tongue out to lick gently at his balls with his cock still buried in her throat. Dan could feel himself ready to explode and tried to warn her but all that came out was an inarticulate "Ahhhhhh." He couldn't hold back when she pressed her finger against his anal opening and teased, he exploded shooting ream after ream of creamy spunk straight down her throat. He could feel her throat muscles working to swallow and milking his cock for even more spunk. "Ummmmm." Her throat vibrated against his suddenly over sensitive cock and he almost screamed as she let him slip from her mouth. He lay back against the shower wall with a warm soft body curled up in his lap, enjoying the aftermath of a fantastic fuck, feeling the tension slip from his body as the hot water rained down on him. His eyes closed. The icy blast of cold water jerked him out of a sound sleep with a cry. He shook his head to clear the water from his eyes and beheld three towel clad girls standing over him. "Sleep it off somewhere else. We need the shower and next time change the sign if you're going to lie around naked, asshole, not everyone wants to see your shriveled cock first thing in the morning." Dan scrambled to his feet and stumbled out into the locker room. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself, grabbed his clothes and ran for his room. His new roommate was only too happy to inform him that the coed showers have a sign on the entrance that males and females switch so you know if anyone is using the showers in the coed dorm and no he didn't know a female student with long black hair in the dorm and it was his opinion that Dan had dreamt the whole thing probably while jacking off in the shower. Dan made it to class, late, earning him the unwelcome notice of the professor, especially when he stumbled into class with his hair a mess, his clothes still wrinkled from the trip and a two day growth of scraggly beard. Luckily it was a lite day with most of the instructors giving a welcome to class speech, a quick outline and a ton of reading assignments and books needed before dismissing the class. Dan divided his time between taking notes and looking for the black haired coed. Dan stumbled back to his dorm room, arms loaded with books, exhausted from lack of sleep late that afternoon. His roommate gave him the barest disgusted glance and another glare at the pile Dan had around his bed and desk before slamming out of the room. He slammed the door so hard it failed to latch and bounced back half open. Dan dumped the armload of books into the pile of clothes, bags, and suitcases as he collapsed across his bed. He still had to unpack, make some kind of sense of this mess, read the chapters for class tomorrow, get something to eat and hopefully somewhere in the midst of all that get some sleep. He groaned. "You know freshie, you groan more than anyone I have ever known." Dan pushed his way up from the bed, dumping a stack of stuff piled at the end of the bed as he did. He looked towards the door and there she was standing in his open doorway, the light from the hall glaring behind her. "Are you always this messy or did I just catch you on a bad year." Dan started to object then thought, what's the use. He sat back down on the bed shaking his head. "Freshie you are the saddest sack I've seen in three years at this dorm and you probably got the worst roommate in the joint so I am going to do you the biggest favor your ever gonna receive." Dan looked up but between the hair half covering her face and the glare from the lights in the hallway he still couldn't see her face. "My ex roommate moved out, just quit for reasons we won't go into right now. I've neglected to inform the proper authorities because I don't want to get stuck with just anybody. So I have picked you. You move in and in a week or so we let them know of the change in roomies. That way I get a roomy I like, you get to be away from the biggest grouch in the dorm. And if you're real nice you get a fuck buddy no strings." Dan stood up and walked over to her. "Two things before I agree." "Oh!" "One" He reached out and brushed her hair back from her face seeing it clearly for the first time. She was beautiful. Laughing green eyes, a pert nose, and very soft smiling lips. "And the other thing?" she laughed. "What is your name?" Freshman Balls This begins, as always, with a girl. No, scratch that, a woman. Freshman year of college. She had just graduated from high school, like me, like most of us in the class. Long, straight, black hair, creamy skin, a perfect smile, small dimples, ample chest, perfect legs, you name it, she had it. But that wasn't why I stared at her, unlike the other guys in the class. I always stared at her heels. Every day she wore a pair. She had twenty-seven. I know, because I counted each pair. And I analyzed them. Some had a wide back, and those were ok. I mean, I guess they made her legs look good. But there were a total of eight pairs I lived for. The stilettos. When she wore them I could always feel myself grow hard. At them. At what they could do. I knew my tastes had always been a bit...different. And that was ok. I imagined, I could almost feel her, kneeing me in the balls. And then, when I was on the floor, placing one of those stilettos on one of my balls, and pressing down. Her laughter, my exquisite pain. My grades in that class began to suffer. But I didn't care. It took her a while to notice me. She would smile, and then even longer she noticed what I would stare at. Then she smiled and showed me her heels. Soon all she was wearing were the stilettos. I had to hide myself with a notebook. And then came the day. I was walking back to my dorm. The shortest way was through an alley. I'd never thought about it before. Then one of my classmates grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "Hey, who do you think you are?" he demanded. "Ex-excuse me?" I stammered. Someone shoved me from the back into him. "Yea, staring at her like that. You think you have a chance?" that one said. I turned to look at him and the first one grabbed my arms and held me in place. The second one punched me in the stomach. I wheezed and coughed. "You stay away from her," and he drew his hand back. I braced myself as best I could. And his hand stopped. "I'm the one who decides that," it was cold, but I would recognize the voice from anywhere. Her. This time she spun him around. I saw a glimpse of a shocked expression before he was facing her. Then, her knee went up into his groin. I couldn't stop myself, my reaction. Why wasn't that me? He fell to the ground, clutching himself. She kicked him once more, on the ground. And then, luxuriously, spread him out. She kicked his hands away and placed one beautiful stiletto on his balls. "I suggest you let go of him," was all she had to say. I didn't want him to let me go, I was trembling from the excitement. "What the..." the one holding me started. But as he spoke the one on the ground screamed as she applied pressure. He let go and I fell to the ground. It was too much...too orgasmic. It happened, right there on the ground, in an alley, as she pressed on his balls. I stayed there, replaying it over in my head. And then I felt her arms on me. "You ok?" she asked. It took me a moment to find the words. I checked my pants. You couldn't tell. "Fine. That was..." I couldn't find the right words to describe it. She helped me stand. "I don't think they will bother you again," she was about to let go, but I couldn't end the moment. I lightly clasped one of her hands. "Do you do that often?" I asked. She paused. "Protect the persecuted?" she responded weakly. "No...the ballbusting," and something different passed over her face. Something predatory. "Did you like it?" she purred. "Yes," I answered hoarsely. She trailed one hand down my chest and under my pants. When she felt my stickiness from before she grinned. Her fingers found my left ball and squeezed. I gasped as the pain hit me. "Do you want more?" she continued in my ear, pressing herself against me. There was no sense in hiding my reaction, she could feel it. I could only nod. Another squeeze, harder, and she let go. Her hand came out of my pants and she wiped it on my shirt. "Come to my room tomorrow night. Nine," and she walked off down the alley. It took me a few minutes to follow. I didn't go to any of my classes the next day. I couldn't. At one point I got a text saying where her room was. That just made things worse. I was finally going to do it. I stroked myself up and down, imagining what she would do. And, at nine, I was on my way. Some of the girls I passed by her room giggled and smirked. I must not be the only one she did this to. She knew what she was doing. That made everything even better. I knocked on the door. And then it swung open. Candles lit the inside, casting shadows on what appeared to be a normal room. I stepped in, and once I was through the door closed. I felt her against me, one hand down my chest, the other unzipping my pants. When they were on the floor she grabbed my balls. "You're on time. I like punctuality. You shall be rewarded," and she spun me around, keeping hold of my balls. Then I saw her. In class, I never could have imagined this is what lay beneath the surface. Some would call her a dominatrix. I called her a predator. She shoved me down, and I saw her shoes. I had never seen them before. The heels were tiny, the toes were pointed. I gasped in anticipation. "You like my shoes?" that same purr, and she moved her foot against me, gently so I was on my back. She rubbed that same foot against me, down my chest. And then, with no warning, slammed the toe into my balls. I couldn't help but cry out. This...it was better than I imagined. "Say it!" she snarled. "I...I like your shoes," I managed. She laughed. "Good. What do you want me to do to you?" she asked. I couldn't answer, how could I? And then the other foot slammed into my sore testicles. "I ask, you answer," the other foot. I moaned. "B-b-ust my balls," I said weakly. She laughed again and leaned down towards me, pressing herself, stroking my chest, my thighs. "Are you sure?" she said in that same purr. I knew to answer this time. "Y-yes," and I gulped. She smirked, and then placed the heel of one of those beautiful stilettos on my right ball. "Last chance," and before I could say anything she pressed her weight on it. My world exploded with pain. I cried out and curled into a ball. "Sorry, I got excited. Don't worry, I know a good urologist," and she was laughing.