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Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 05

By: eatoure



Kiki, small, lithe, long-legged, with quick eyes, nice tits, and dirty-blond hair, had just walked into the room. A whiff of cigarette smoke followed her from her last smoke before walking into the house. Henderson did not like people smoking in his house. 

"Oh, Kiki! How good of you to come. Here, I've made you a drink." the silver-haired, dapper man held out a crystal glass to her, with a double of her favorite drink, a daiquiri, made strong for the night ahead. He was partial to Scotch, himself. 

She was wearing a white sundress, cut low in the front so that her pale, veiny breasts were on display. The dress was almost transparent, so that when she stood in front of the French doors, with the light behind her, Doctor Henderson could see the shadow of her slender legs right through it. There were no bra straps or panty lines to mar the revealing lines of the dress. 

The main reason he stayed instead of moving to the city was that he liked living in the quaint college town, with all the pliant and accessible young women around. These days, Henderson only taught at the College for the prestige. He didn't need more money, his research was far behind him, he had lost interest in writing books, and he was really retired although he didn't admit it. Henderson had made a lot of money as an economist specializing in complicated investment models, especially one that all the big banks and investment houses relied on. A few years ago, he quietly got out of the market before the big flaw in his most famous and heavily used econometric model became known. He was still talked about as a candidate for a powerful government job, such as Treasury Secretary, by those who did not know what happened. It would never have worked, anyway. If his libertine ways were revealed, far better not to be holding a responsible office in government at the time. 

Kiki thanked him and perched herself unceremoniously facing him on the back of an unusually long leather sofa that was in the middle of the parlor, in front of the ornate fireplace. She liked that sofa -- it was firm and comfortable, even with someone on top of her. Being in this room was like experiencing every cliché of the WASP-y 1920's upper crust. But that was before Henderson had been born. Maybe Henderson had been raised by old parents who lived this way. 

"You remembered our arrangement about parking?" asked Henderson, unnecessarily. Kiki always parked in back, in a spot hidden from the street by trees and a fence, out of sight of prying eyes, like neighbors and those pesky, juvenile student reporters from the College newspaper. Every few years they got the urge to do investigative reporting on prominent people who lived in the college town. That was a nuisance. 

"Of course!" Kiki resented that he asked the question every time she came over. She did not like being treated like a bimbo. Doctor Henderson and his friends always talked down to her. She wasn't dumb or ignorant. She might not have had had the grades or the pull to get in into the College -- she didn't even try because her family could not have afforded it, even if she had won a scholarship -- but hardly anyone who grew up here ever went to the College, even though it was right in the middle of town. The College was for the rich kids from somewhere else, them and a few really bright students who were admitted on scholarship to keep up its ridiculously inflated reputation. 

"How many people will I be having sex with tonight?" she asked without emotion, then sipped her daiquiri. 

"Well, at least four, counting me. Maybe five, if Doctor Lipschitz brings a guest. You'll be in the same bedroom as last time." He paused for a moment. "We'll start at the same time. They'll come for drinks at 7:00 and you'll wear what's in the closet. You can have dinner with us but be upstairs by 9:00. We'll eat at 8:00 and be done around 9:30 and then you will start receiving visitors." 

It might sound like he was acting like a jerk, condescending to give his permission for her to sit at the same table. Actually, she usually ate separate from the guests for a very good reason: the dinner conversation was terrible when she sat at the table. Everyone would be preoccupied with her body, looking for flashing titties, and imagining what they were going to do to her later that night. The men, and sometimes the women too, seated next to her would find it hard to keep their hands to themselves. So, after the first few dinner parties when this happened, she and Doctor Henderson mutually agreed that she would flash herself over cocktails to titillate the guests and then disappear until fucking time began. Tonight was a small dinner party and most of the guests had been there, and had had her, before. They would still be horny and she would still arouse them but what Doctor Henderson called "the arrangement" would not be so surprising or new to them. It would be more relaxed. 

The old mansion had at least five bedrooms, four of which Kiki knew very well, having spent lots of time on her back in them, looking at their ceilings. The fifth (there may have been more on the top floor, but she never went there) was Doctor Henderson's bedroom. He used it for sleeping and reading when he was alone but because kept it neat as a pin and because he liked it that way he preferred to fuck in another room. Or, another explanation could have been that maybe he didn't like to make love in the same bed that he had shared with his ex-wife, because it brought back memories. Kiki didn't think that was very likely. Most of the men she knew whose wives had left them loved to fuck in their former marital bed. In their mind it was a revenge thing, as if the mattress had a memory. 

Henderson asked, "Did you give yourself an enema this afternoon?" Kiki nodded. She immediately guessed who one of the guests would be. 

He stepped closer to her. "Did you shave, like I asked you to?"

Kiki smiled as only she could smile, with the corners of her lips curled tight. She didn't say anything -- she only lifted her dress up to her waist, revealing to his appreciative gaze her newly bare, smooth, puffy pussy, her skin all pale white and delectable. She lifted one leg over the back of the sofa and stood, her pussy lips parted by the stance and showing succulent pink.

"Beautiful," he said, with a dry mouth. 

She smiled and with her fingers pulled her labia apart, just to amuse him. Her cunt was bright pink on the inside. 

"Exquisite!" he almost choked on his drink. 

Kiki turned and went upstairs to a bedroom furnished in pink and red, with a massive four-poster oak bed and silk sheets, turned down, obviously waiting for her. There was a well-stocked bathroom attached and she took a long, leisurely bubble bath, soaking in the hot water, getting the kinks out of her muscles before her strenuous exertions tonight would put them back in. She then had an hour before the guests arrived so she took a short nap, nude of course, and when she woke up to the soft whirring alarm she got up and brushed her teeth and made her breath very, very fresh. She checked her email one last time before turning her cellphone off: nothing on tomorrow, so she could sleep in late again, an afternoon delight scheduled the following day. Then, about ten minutes before 7:00 she looked in the closet. 

The flimsy white gown hanging in the closet was much nicer than the rude leather design she had worn last time. The dress was made of transparent material, cut low in the front all the way to her waist, barely covering her breasts, which were visible through the fabric anyway. Although it fell to just above her ankles, there was a slit in the back and another in the front that went all the way to her crotch. If she turned too fast, bent over, or sat down too quickly, her pussy would be on display. Not that there was anything wrong with that. The waist was cinched by a gold chain. She felt like she could be a fantasy, a goddess, or a harem girl. On the floor were white shoes with four-inch heels. That made her a fantasy, because a goddess would wear sandals and a harem girl would be barefoot. 

The part she liked best, other than the sex, about what Henderson called their "stimulating evenings" was her flamboyant entrance, coming down the stairs precisely ten minutes after the guests were expected. Doctor Henderson prized punctuality and this was his way of creating an incentive for his guests to come on time. 

Boy, did it work. 

Ten eyes were riveted to Kiki as she floated down the elegant staircase, feet gliding underneath the diaphanous gown which billowed and flapped around her pale, white naked legs as she descended, separating at times to provide the briefest flashing glimpse of sweet bare pussy before closing again. 

"Ah, my dear! How good of you to join us!" Doctor Henderson looked elegant in his tuxedo, the only person in formal dress. "I think you know Doctor Lipschitz and Reverend Ghislain." In fact, they were two of Kiki's favorites, not that she was ever given a choice or even an opportunity to show her preference. Lipschitz was in his early 60's, Austrian, rather short, and a little formal with old fashioned manners. He wore a well-tailored suit and a silk tie and sported a nicely-trimmed goatee that ticked women's twats quite charmingly. Ghislain was taller and although he wore a tie, he was dressed more casually than Lipschitz, with a knit tie and Pendleton over his shirt. Both of them nodded and smiled and got erections. Lipschitz's growing package was quite impressive for an older man. Ghislain's was harder to see because of his loose trousers but Kiki already knew exactly what he had. Even more, she knew exactly where it was going and that it would end up in a different place than the others. 

"And I don't believe that you have met our other guests," he paused for a moment to get the name right, "Miss Aptos? Doctor Wistler?"

"Yes," replied the young man, Doctor Wistler, a stranger to Kiki but a very attractive one. She got the distinct impression that he was very happy to be there and included in the party. He was in his forties, only slightly taller than she was, olive-skinned with wavy black hair, and broad shoulders. She noticed that he had a very elegant style of dressing, with linen pants and a colored shirt with contrasting tie. The expression on his face was intense as he stared at her. She sensed that he was sexually hungry. He was looking at her as if she were a sexual meal. She was ready to be devoured. She averted her eyes from his in an effort to signal feminine submission to his desire and leaned forward slightly so that he could see more of her breasts and imagine them in his hands. 

Miss Aptos, on the other hand, was a beautiful but severe-looking woman with straight blonde hair, set off beautifully by an elegant royal blue chiffon and satin one-shoulder cocktail dress. She had come as Doctor Lipschitz' guest. Ms. Aptos, whose first name was Clarissa, was a banker, and guest lecturer in his course. She seemed like the kind of person who loves to deny loans to people who need them and to foreclose on people's homes. She stared at Kiki throughout the cocktail hour, watching flashes of Kiki's crotch with special interest. Unlike the reaction Kiki got from many women, she wasn't obviously comparing herself to Kiki. Kiki did not know what to expect from her but knew it would be.....interesting. 

Kiki stood gracefully, with a champagne glass in her hand, as the guests complimented her and engaged her in conversation, all the while openly admiring her body. She made no effort to cover herself and if she leaned over and exposed a breast, or took a step and revealed her shaved pussy, that was fine with her. 

There were only two servants that night, plus the cook, because it was a small party and Henderson wanted to keep the number of servers down for greater privacy. In the past, the servants would look at Kiki with contempt as they circulated, while offering the guests drinks and taking glasses. Puta!, they were thinking, and there was always the concern that they would talk about what they saw. But Doctor Henderson had put a stop to that. He now picked servants who were in the country illegally. Then he paid them much more than they could ever make in the employ of someone else and he made them sign a confidentiality agreement. Any complaints, and he could get them deported but they had no incentive to complain. 

Finally the bell rang and the guests entered the elegant dining room and sat down at the table. Doctor Henderson sat at one end and Kiki sat at the other, as if she was the lady of the house. The real reason, of course, was to give everyone a clear view of her lovely face and fetching chest but to keep her pussy out of reach, at least for the time being. 

Everyone at the dinner party was an economist or had some economics training, even Reverend Ghislain. He was in the divinity school but taught church financial management and economics for non-profit organizations. 

Kiki held her own in the conversation. At one point, the subject of the economics of prostitution came up. Everyone around the table was looking sideways at Kiki, with their eyebrows raised, of course, to see if the subject made her uncomfortable. Doctor Lipschitz was saying that the money men paid to a prostitute for sex was a rent, in the classical sense, where the asset is the woman's body and payment is for the time spent occupying it. 

Kiki vocally disagreed. She was quick to offer her personal economic analysis: "It all comes down to the business model. Prostitutes will do almost anybody, but not just anything. They are less discriminating the less the payment, because their value is based on demand for their own appeal and they get paid by piecework, for services rendered. But most whores won't do everything -- they mostly draw the line at anal, for example. If they do do it, they charge a lot more, so the fee is based on the service, not the time spent on it. Now party girls, who come in for a stag or an orgy could be considered to be on commission, I grant you that, Doctor Lipschitz. It may be a classical rent for them, by strict definition." Lipschitz was not offended at her tone of voice, as much as he was not used to being lectured at rather than doing the lecturing. On the contrary, he was fascinated by Kiki's learned analysis as she continued. 

"Concubines, kept women and full-time mistresses, on the other hand, get paid the equivalent of a salary, involving some kind of regular support, in exchange for being exclusive. Men used to set their mistresses up with their own homes -- now they mostly pay the rent on the girl's apartment."

Kiki paused to drink a sip of champagne. She was thinking of her mother and how she operated as the alderman's mistress back in her Chicago days. She then turned to her own situation. 

"Then there are girls who do not have a fixed rate and who accept whatever their lovers want to give them. A real slut does it for fun and if the men are generous, so much the better: it is a voluntary tax. That's where girls like me fit in." 

The economists around the table stared at her for a long while in surprise, until Doctor Henderson broke the silence and mentioned that Kiki had gone to college, just not to their esteemed College. 

That was true. She had taken the first two years of a business major at State, down the road in the city. Of course, State was just the big public university that everyone could afford. It didn't count for much against the prestige and reputation of the College. State didn't have enough dorm rooms for the number of students who wanted to live on campus, so students who did not get a place and couldn't afford city rents were forced to commute. Kiki got tired of the long commute from her home town and dropped out of the degree program before she finished. 

The dinner continued with the guests pursuing other lines of conversation but digesting what Kiki had said and, of course, lusting after her body.

When dinner was over, but before the after-dinner drinks were served, Kiki excused herself. As she turned to go out of the dining room, her gown separated in back, giving the guests a fine view of her tight, round buttocks as she walked away. Up in her room, she flossed, brushed her teeth, and gargled. She washed her anus with soap, to be sure it would be clean and smell fresh, and applied perfume lightly in her blonde hair, under her arms, and in the crease of her groin. She put a small tube of lubricant on the bedside table. There was a small bar set up in the bedroom and she poured herself some Scotch, the better to loosen up before her first visitor. Then, very very gingerly, she dabbed a finger wetted in Scotch right on her clitoris. Too much and it would burn but just enough stimulated her and started to rev her up for what was to come. She lay down on the bed, letting the gown part and expose her however it would. Then she waited. The door was open. 

The first guest to come to her room was Doctor Wistler. That surprised Kiki. Henderson usually sent the new guests up first but Kiki had expected him to put Clarissa first, since he was old fashioned in giving courtesy to women. 

Wistler greeted her and sat down on the side of the bed. He looked her up and down, dwelling on her exposed right breast. Kiki knew then that underneath his buff and masculine exterior he was shy - he did not know where to start. 

"You seem young for this crowd," she observed dryly, to break the ice. 

Wistler laughed. "I am an associate professor," he said, as if academic rank were more indicative of true age than years lived, and indeed that accurately reflected the culture of the College. "But I have tenure now!" 

Kiki smirked, knowingly. She knew that Henderson only invited colleagues to join his libertine parties once they were tenured: faculty who had been denied tenure were too angry and were apt to get revenge in their bitterness by spilling the beans.

Wistler continued. "But are you old enough for what I am about to do to you?" This was flattering! Kiki's pale, smooth skin, her ripe, firm breasts, line-free face and tidy figure had fooled many men into thinking she was barely 20. 

Kiki lay back on the pillow and raised both arms in a gesture of submission which also thrust out her lovely tits. "I suggest you get started, before I grow older!" Wistler was taking too long. There were four other people that Kiki would have to service tonight and besides, she was feeling especially horny tonight.

This unexpected reply jolted Wistler into action! He quickly took off his clothes and Kiki saw that he was in good shape -- The man obviously worked out! He stood there very fit, well hung, and with a fine, low-hanging ballsack. He jumped onto the bed and kissed her full on the mouth while his hand cupped her exposed breast. Kiki relaxed, smiling -- this was where she stopped trying to control the situation and just let things happen! Wistler's cock and balls were rubbing on her thighs now, through the front slit of the flimsy dress. After he had had his fill of her mouth, he reared back and pulled the flimsy dress off of her. He hadn't been much for foreplay so far, but she knew she was going to like where this was going!

"Doctor Wistler," she asked breathlessly, "do you like the nipple on my breast?" Wistler nodded. "Then why aren't you sucking it?"

Wistler grinned widely and leaned over to flick her nipples with his tongue, making them erect and hard, all the while climbing on top of her, penis and heavy scrotum dragging along the inside of her pale, smooth thighs. She was gasping now, hands on his shoulders, when he positioned himself just right to mount her, reached down to put his cock right at her entrance, and thrust home! Kiki grunted and moaned at the wonderful feeling of being impaled with his eager, young rod, which filled her expansible and well-exercised vagina very nicely. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back as he thrust in and out, pistoning her mightily, pounding her tight but wet and welcoming channel, filling her pelvis with fluttery sensations and mounting tension! 


Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 05



Kiki moaned and held on while Wistler fucked her but mostly she lay back and enjoyed surrendering control. She liked her lovers to be passionate and imaginative and she had an idea he would be a lot more imaginative the next time she saw him -- right now she would settle for passion! Within a few minutes, she had slid into a comfortable zone where her clit was nicely rubbed to hard excitement by friction from his pubic bone and her G-spot was rubbed to the max by his dick and her time had come. She relaxed and let a lovely, floating, rippling, liquid orgasm wash over her!

Wistler was surprised but very happy to feel her contractions and watch her face contort with bliss! He had no idea that a woman brought in to dispense sexual services could ever be so aroused herself! The thought that he had brought her to orgasm pushed him right over the edge and with loud grunts he released himself, spurting thick, hot creamy semen deep into Kiki's thoroughly enjoyable and even inspirational cunt. Boy, that felt good! He did not pull out right away -- he held her tight in his arms, just like she was still keeping her legs wrapped around him, as his dick began to soften and the abundant juices started to leak out where he could feel them on his ballsack and on her crotch and thighs. 

"You are magnificent!" He told her, rolling over. "Do we have time to do it again?"

Kiki was coming out of her pleasant, post-cum high, and it took her a few seconds to respond. "I wish! But there are other guests and we usually do one at a time, to be fair." She paused. "I'm sorry it's over! But I'm sure I'll see you again!" She knew that he was probably young enough to do it twice if he had an hour but the others were older and probably would not appreciate the delay. It was going to take them almost an hour just to get there in the first place!

"Oh God, I hope so!" swore Wistler. He leaned over and kissed her breasts, licking the nipples. "I want you again, for sure!"

Kiki smiled her trademark smirk. "Maybe you'll get me again.....I hope soon!" She scooted over on the bed, planning to go to the bathroom to wash herself out as soon as Wistler left. 

Wistler hurriedly dressed and went downstairs with a quick "Bye!", said as if he had a plan, but before Kiki could get up off the bed, Clarissa burst into the room! This was not the usual procedure! Normally, Kiki had five or ten minutes between guests.

Startled by the intrusion, Kiki blurted out "What are you doing coming up here so fast? I haven't had time to clean up or put my dress back on!" Kiki raised her hands to her chest without thinking, a ridiculous gesture for a girl laying nude on a bed leaking sperm who was facing a woman whose purpose in being there was to take her. "I need to go douche! I'm not fresh!" She had a red rubber squeeze bulb waiting on the sink in the bathroom just for this purpose.

"Don't move an inch!" Clarissa ordered, pulling her blue gown down and stepping out of it and out of her shoes. She must have been unbuttoned in back by her friends downstairs. Clarissa had no bra or panties on to slow her down. "I didn't want you to have time to clean yourself. I want you full of a man's come!" Clarissa put her hands on Kiki's shoulders and not-so-gently pushed her back on the bed. "Keep your legs tight and hold it all in!" 

Kiki had had experiences with other women before but she had not experienced a bi come queen before! Especially an economist bi come queen who obviously wanted creampie! That kink would explain why Henderson had sent Wistler up first! But she quickly figured out what the severely beautiful woman really wanted to do to her most and flopped back on the bed, initially with her legs crossed (more for show than anything but it also kept more of Wistler's spunk from oozing out) and then spread widely as Clarissa dived between her legs, her own breasts rubbing up against Kiki's thighs as she positioned herself and her long straight blonde hair tickling Kiki's belly. 

Clarissa was a wonderful muff diver! She licked all over Kiki's wet, shaved pubes and the inside of her smeared thighs, and when Kiki tightened her muscles and the juice began to flow, Clarissa sucked and lapped great gobs of Wistler's semen out of her, giving Kiki great pleasure as Clarissa's face, chin, and tongue rubbed her labia and her overstimulated slit! It more than made up for the lack of foreplay in Wistler's passionate but no-frills direct approach. This was new, Kiki thought -- the foreplay is coming after the fuck! But Kiki, who was often multiorgasmic, was so primed from her first, unexpectedly early orgasm of the evening that she easily slid into a second under Clarissa's irresistible mouth! This gave Clarissa even more juice to play with, an intoxicating mix that seemed to fuel Clarissa's own passion. 

Without warning, Clarissa got up and moved into a 69 position, arching her back slightly, since she was taller, in order to put her own pussy directly over Kiki's mouth. Kiki, who was still coming off the bliss of her second orgasm, sniffed and liked the smell and then she licked and liked the taste. Soon the two women were deeply into pleasuring each other, Kiki was tugging on Clarissa's labia with her lips and gently with her teeth, building up to engulfing Clarissa's rather prominent clit, protruding pink and hard from under the clit hood, with her lips. Clarissa's breathing changed to a pant and then Clarissa held her breath for a moment and exploded, with a loud moan and her body rigid, and Kiki felt a gush of liquid flow into her mouth and run down her chin. Clarissa relaxed slowly and let herself down until she was lying with her full weight on the smaller woman, who was holding Clarissa's pelvis up off her own chest with her arms braced. Clarissa's breathing gradually returned to normal and she got up, looking back at Kiki's face, smeared with her clear juices. 

"That was fucking great!" Clarissa said, without a smile. "I want you again! I want you for a whole day!"

Kiki looked up at her with a kittenish smile. "That would be nice! Did you know that when I get played with for long enough I can squirt too?" Then Kiki went back to lapping the fluids from Clarissa's cunt. 

"Oh, honey. I want to do it with you and with a man too sometime." It was obvious, from her slow movements, that Clarissa really did not want to put on her clothes to leave. Finally she did, though. 

Kiki's legs were a bit shaky as she went to the bathroom. She washed her face, cleaned herself up in the shower, douched, and took a breath mint. Then she went back, tidied the bed and put her diaphanous gown back on. This was the strangest night she could ever remember of all Doctor Henderson's dinner parties. Nobody had ever wanted a creampie before! And she had only ever had one other woman on the guest list, a lesbian who brought in a dildo. 

Kiki had just gotten back into her dress and settled back on the bed when there was a tap on the door. It was Doctor Lipschitz. She always did like him, partly because he was nice and partly because of something nice about him. He entered the room and sat down on the bed.

"My dear girl," Lipschitz began with a smile. "How are you feeling? I'm hearing stories downstairs!"

Kiki reassured him that she was fine and that the evening had gotten off to a fine start. 

"And certain parts of us are keeping up with the fun, no?" said Lipschitz, patting her on the Venus mound. While Kiki giggled, he leaned over and kissed her right nipple, keeping his hand on her twat but letting his hand pass through the slit in her gown and his finger dip between her labia. "My, my, we're wet tonight!" He put his finger under his nose and sniffed. "You've cleaned yourself, I see, but there is still the delicious, unmistakable fragrance of you!"

Lipschitz got up off the bed and quickly undressed, revealing when he turned around his most prominent feature -- an enormous penis! It was dark and veiny. It must have been ten inches long and six inches around, erect! Kiki had experienced it many times and always enjoyed it. 

Lipschitz, true to form, got on the bed. He was about the same height as she was, so their groins and their mouths lined up very nicely. After parting her gown, Lipschitz began to make actual love to Kiki, caressing her softly, stroking her hair as well as her nipples, nibbling on her neck, and rocking her gently in his arms as his body rubbed against her. Unlike her other lovers, he whispered to her, sweet compliments about her nipples being little jewels, her skin as fair as alabaster, her hair as fine as silk. She fully expected him to tell her that her breasts were like scoops of schlag on apple strudel but he never went quite that far. 

She loved it, of course, and soon she was making new secretions that brought the full flavor back to her sanitized cunt. She knew she could let go with comfort and let her lover take over: nothing more was expected from her. This was the point she loved most in a seduction. And with Lipschitz she knew she was in for a treat!

She had her arms over her head now, so that Lipschitz could pull her gown off, and quickly she was nude again. Lipschitz was in control and he was manipulating her body skillfully, creating fantasies as well as good feelings. Without saying anything, Lipschitz had a way of evoking fertility fantasies just from the way he touched her. 

Kiki relaxed and let him fondle her breasts, pulling them gently through his fingers, toward the nipple with a milking motion over and over. She let herself glide into a reverie of how much she would be enjoying this if she were lactating and could feel the expression of fluid coming out of her body at the end of a stroke. Then he began running his hands over her body, slowly, down to her belly, where he stroked her firmly in an unusual way, running his fingers and thumbs in an outside curve toward her mons. She dreamily thought that it felt like he was sweeping coaxing an egg from each ovary and sweeping it down the tube toward her uterus and the very idea made her moan with arousal. Then, after doing this for what seemed like a long time, he raised her legs at the knee and she let them splay out, keeping her eyes closed and her head back. He placed his hands on her perfect thighs and stroked upward, always toward her mons, letting her body know where he would come from, until he took each labia in his fingers and gently pulled them apart. Then he put his thumbs on both sides of her open orifice and pulled, gently, until she opened. Then he let the tips of his thumbs enter her and he pulled her a little more open. Then he did it a little deeper until, minutes later, she gaped. 

Then she felt him lean over her. She kept her eyes closed because it was important to stay relaxed but she knew that he was reaching for the tube by the side of the bed. She knew she was wide open and receptive to him and she awaited his powerful, potent male member into the waiting antechamber to her womb. 

Kiki was proud of her trained vagina and that she could take big cocks and still stay tight when they came out. But Lipschitz was a challenge, almost as big as Charlie, and she was grateful that he always used extra lubrication to make it comfortable for her, or more accurately, at least when he penetrated her, less uncomfortable. 

She felt him move between her legs and felt the bed rock as he thoroughly applied the lubrication to his own member. She would have done it for him but it was important not to break the mood. She felt him staring at her pink, inviting, receptive pussy. Then he moved and she felt him on top of her and the tip of his cock against her hole. 

Pressure. She willed her pelvis to relax! The massive, lubricated cock started to move into her, slowly, and she could feel herself stretching. She grunted and in response he shoved himself in two more inches, then more slowly again as she adapted to his enormous size. She felt truly stretched to the limit and he was still entering her. She felt a rubbing sensation -- that had to be the tip of his cock moving past her cervix! He kept going, deeper and deeper, relentlessly! When he finally hit bottom, it was almost like her pelvic organs had been rearranged to accommodate this huge new addition. She felt stuffed!

Once he had penetrated into Kiki all the way, he rocked back and forth for a while to get her used to the movement in her tight, stretched channel. As it always had in the past, the penetration turned from harrowing to heavenly for Kiki as her vagina got used to him, the movement stimulated her insides, and she juiced more. She started moaning -- she was sure they could hear her downstairs but she didn't care! Soon he was pulling most of the way out and thrusting all the way back in! Kiki's eyes were wide open now and she was breathing through her mouth. This was so good! He picked up the pace now and Kiki could feel the cunt juice pushed out of her on the upstroke and spraying and wetting her thighs. He was pounding her like she was a rag doll!

Suddenly Kiki felt a change in her pelvis, like a surge of electricity. The giant penis was gliding in and out of her now, but the friction was less. She felt a tingly warmth start around her clit and in a flash it spread through her pelvis and belly and up to her tits but she couldn't move or speak because it took over her body and she jerked and a sound came out of her that was between a scream and a moan and it lasted a long time! Then she felt herself floating and seeming to drift downward but Lipschitz had actually picked up the pace and his rhythm was getting a little irregular until he finally bellowed and while she was still in her postorgasmic haze and feeling very wet he thrust his hips and she could feel his cock swell and then disgorge what seemed like buckets and buckets, that filled her up even more and sloshed around inside her and frothed as it got pushed out of her hole by the pistoning cock and dripped into her ass crack as he slowed down but kept going with deep long thrusts!

When Lipschitz pulled out, it was like taking the cork out of a bottle. The fluids just gushed out of Kiki, the cunt juice mixed with his semen. Her hole was gaping and with her years of training, alternating maximum stretching with Kegel exercises, she knew she would stay wide open as long as she kept her vaginal muscles relaxed. She was feeling pleasant little flutters in her pussy, as her muscles twitched from the fucking and now the emptiness!

Lipschitz had reared back on his heels, still between her legs, and was watching the beauty of the sight before him: his frothy, abundant cream oozing out of Kiki's open vagina, while she kept her legs open for him. The bed linens were a mess by now and the semen dripping made a wet spot under her as she rested and Lipschitz joked with her about sweet jam and cream in folds of dark spongy cake and compared her cunt to sacher torte. Unlike Clarissa, he was not into creampie enough to go down on her, but he did put his fingers inside her before she closed back down. He tasted the juice and pronounced it delectable, mostly him with flavorful hints of her. He put his fingers back inside and scooped a glob, which he then smeared playfully on Kiki's mouth. She licked her lips and smiled -- he was right! It was mostly the taste of a man but she recognized her own odor and taste, even though she had douched before Lipschitz. She must have juiced a lot herself, then, to bring back her flavor so soon. 

Lipschitz dressed and reluctantly, even apologetically, took his leave with a bow, leaving Kiki sprawled obscenely on the come-drenched, disheveled bed. The room smelled of sex. She knew who was coming next -- Henderson always went last at these affairs. The guest coming upstairs just then would not care about the bed. 

Sure enough, the next knock on the doorframe, as the door was always kept open, was Reverend Ghislain, the tall, casual guest. "Hi!" he said, "how are you doing up here? You look lovely tonight, my dear!" He looked her over -- she was a mess, flat on her back with her legs splayed and smeared all over her crotch and ass crack with another man's come. "Oh dear. I should make it a point never to follow Lipschitz!" he chuckled. By now he had taken his clothes off and threw them on the floor. 

Kiki laughed at his joking banter. "Give me five minutes to clean up or it's a come-ass-you-are party, with the emphasis on the come and the ass!" She was on her knees in the bed now. Ghislain was one of her favorites. 

"Not on your life! I wouldn't change a disgusting detail!" Ghislain loved it raunchy. "Now, ASSUME THE POSITION!" He bellowed the last out as if giving an order to a slave. His long, thin dick swung from side to side as he made a melodramatic gesture. 

Kiki knew exactly what he meant and immediately dropped to all fours in the bed, with her breasts hanging down. She had the nicest, firm round boobs when she was standing up but this position made then conical and made them sway a little when she moved. Ghislain, expressing his mock distaste for the bed by saying "ew!!" with a nasty face, sat beside her on the bed and started fondling her dangling tits and pulling on her stimulated nipples. He was rougher than Lipschitz but she was ready for it and her lactation fantasy just minutes before had made her nipples ripe for pulling. 

When he was ready, he moved behind her. She knew what he wanted and bent over, resting her head on her arms and sticking her ass up in the air as high as she could. 

"Well, what have we here?" Ghislain exclaimed. "A gaping hole, a bottomless pit in a pity-less bottom, gushing god knows what," he was babbling now as he inspected Kiki's spectacularly distended and come-disgorging pussy. He reached over to the bedside table and picked up the tube of lube. 

Could it be true? Kiki wondered. Could my pussy still be gaping? But it was true and she wasn't leaking juice at that moment only because her ass was up in the air. Ghislain squeezed a generous amount of lubricant right onto her asshole and, using his thumbs and forefingers, smeared it around the crack of her butt and into the sphincter. He used his fingers to push lube into her anus and rectum and to open her up for the anal penetration she had known was coming as soon as she saw him downstairs. 

Ghislain's foreplay was limited to the breast and anus work -- he was already excited by the smells and the sights of her well-used cunt and Kiki certainly didn't need foreplay to get excited, after all she had already experienced that night. He positioned himself to mount her. She smiled and relaxed, starting to push back on her sphincter, which is the key to taking it in the ass comfortably. 

Suddenly, Ghislain thrust forward -- into her cunt! Kiki's eyes opened wide and she squealed, "What are you doing?" By then Ghislain had fully penetrated her still-gaping, bright pink and now somewhat inflamed vagina. 

"Oh, I just thought I'd surprise you and get a little extra lubrication on my dick!" He pulled out slightly and then pushed back inside her. "I've been inside you many times but never saw much beyond pink. Today you're gaping and loose. This is the first time I've ever seen way up inside you! I can just see your cervix way up there! You have a very cute vag, Kiki!"

"Thanks," Kiki groaned. It was nice to feel that her cunt was appreciated, especially by an ass-man. 

Ghislain pulled out of her fuck tunnel, which was still loose but was beginning to tighten noticeably because Kiki had started working her pelvic muscles after the shock of her unexpected penetration. Most women are tighter in their anus than in their pussy -- that is a known fact. But Kiki was something of an exception, because her training kept her virginally tight in the vag while opening up for objects even bigger than Lipschitz. But after a reaming like she had just had, her cunt always needed time to spring back to tightness. Until she did, her cunt would feel a little loose and that might be disappointing to most men. It was no accident that Ghislain, with his predilection for rosebud fucking, came after Lipschitz -- it was Henderson's way of making everybody happy. 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 05



"Now for the main event" he announced, mock-solemnly. "You did do an enema this afternoon?" 

Kiki assured him that she had. 

Kiki felt the pointy, bullet-shaped tip of his long penis settle into her anus and then felt the push. She pushed back, so that her sphincter would open for him. Between their combined pressure and the gobs and gobs of lubricant on her rosebud, inside her ring, and shoved into her rectum, the long phallus slipped easily inside her and up her guts -- or at least well into her rectum. Kiki moaned and shut her eyes, letting Ghislain's prick possess her. He rocked forward and backward, letting his dick slip an inch or two either way in her tight sphincter and letting the front of his thighs bump into the backs of hers with every deep thrust. Kiki could tell by his breathing and the precision of his movements that he was totally concentrated on her butt and that he was quickly building up to a climax. 

Kiki didn't mind anal sex but she didn't go looking for it. Ass-fucking didn't bring her to orgasm. Still, she was ok with it. Ghislain's dick was perfect for her rectum and as long as he lubed her up, he could go to town on her butt and she didn't care.  

Finally, Ghislain straightened up, snorted through his nose, bucked his hips and Kiki felt his dick swell in her sphincter, once, twice, six times before he was done! On the third and fourth spurt, she felt his dick slide more freely and since there is no natural lubrication back there, she knew it was his semen, deposited in her now well-fucked rectum. He held it there for a couple of minutes while he held her ass cheeks with his hands and moved his hips. She could feel his dick making sweeping movements inside her. Then, softening, he let himself be pushed out by her natural tightness until her sphincter expelled him, with a pop!

She imagined that it must feel particularly good to ejaculate against the resistance of a clamped-down sphincter! A little like jacking off and holding your dick when you come, she once had it explained to her. It feels all weird and pressure-y and some of the jizz goes backward into your bladder, the guy had told her. But that explanation didn't help her at all because she couldn't feel anything like that, even when she squirted and that's all she had to compare it with. 

"Oh, Kiki! I can't tell you how much I love your rectum. You've got it all, girl!" Ghislain got up and went into the bathroom, to clean his dick with soap and water. When he was done, he came out and got dressed while Kiki watched, lying on her back with her crotch open. It was simply good marketing. Ghislain made a few jokes, and then leaned over and kissed her good night, patting her on the tit! She could hear his feet on the stairs, and they sounded like he was dancing. 

Kiki settled back into the bed. Her asshole was buzzing pleasantly. She didn't worry about all the jism in her butt, sitting there in the dark all warm and bubbly. She was tight enough that it wouldn't leak much. It would all come out tomorrow anyway, first time she went to the toilet. 

She had done all the guests. There would be one last visitor tonight -- Henderson, the host. Beyond that she had no idea...



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 06



Kiki's eyes were closed, her pretty face relaxed and her fetching, pale, and slender naked body almost limp. She was lying on the mussed bed, resting for a moment after her modestly arduous evening. Soon she would have her final visitor, she thought, and she could go home to her own bed. It had been an excellent dinner party for her and it was nice of Henderson to let her sit at the table for the meal, but she had spent the last four hours in bed, naked or nearly so, entertaining the guests and they had been unusually demanding tonight. Not that she minded!

Kiki's view was that if everyone had a good time with her body, why shouldn't she enjoy it just as much herself? The whole fun was all in attracting a lover, getting into a sexual situation, then letting go of control and seeing what they would do to her this time!

The reaming she had just taken in her butt from Ghislain was nothing compared to being penetrated by Lipschitz, who had the biggest dick of any economist on the College's faculty. But it was an unusual night. She had met that dreamy younger guy, who was a little short on foreplay skills but sure knew how to fuck, and then got her twat thoroughly detailed by a horny woman! That was hot! She couldn't remember that ever happening before but she hoped it would happen again! 

She heard a shuffle at the door as Henderson walked in. "Hello, Kiki! You got rave reviews tonight!" He was carrying an envelope that he put on the bedside table. "The guests were very generous tonight." 

Kiki smiled her trademark smirk -- mouth flat but with the ends curled up. "What did they say about me downstairs?" She noticed that he hesitated. "Seriously -- I want to know so I can figure out how to do even better!" She did not look at the envelope. She knew it contained "gifts" from the guests at the dinner party and from the thickness of it Henderson was right!

Henderson looked her straight in her gorgeous blue eyes. "As soon as each one finished, they told the others what happened! Everyone said they had never fucked anyone as good as you -- you were responsive, cooperative, sexy, tight in the cunt, terrific ass.... I think Wistler is in love with you! Henderson had loosened his belt and kicked off his shoes. "Do you find him attractive?"

"Yes, very! He has a romantic air about him, with that curly black hair and mischievous smile. He can also fuck, I can tell you that." Kiki had turned on her side, facing him with her head resting on her hand, legs closed and tits gently hanging to the right. "He was so excited tonight he went straight for it. If he was a little more used to me I think he would have diddled me a lot more." 

"He made up some excuse to stay after the other guests left -- a book he found in my library. I told him he could let himself out but I suspect he'll come up here to see you tonight after I'm gone."

"How would you feel about that?" Kiki asked. She sat on the side of the bed. She honestly didn't think it was likely. Wistler was a good-looking man who could get lovers easily enough. 

"Oh I don't mind, you know," Henderson said, as he took off his clothes. "I'm too old to be possessive. If he wants to see you on his own, I'm all for it. It's your satisfaction -- I'm happy for the favors you give me, Kiki, and your willingness to entertain at my "stimulating" dinner parties. You deserve to have as many lovers as you want who can bang your little cunny till it rings like a bell." He reached out and lifted one of her lovely breasts, feeling its firm gravity. 

"Don't diss yourself for being old," Kiki chided. She had her hand on his penis now, gently tugging. "Older guys last longer and they know better what feels good to a woman!" She didn't add that they were profoundly grateful for a shot at a hot young woman and so were very generous. 

"Thanks for saying that, Kiki," Henderson said as she stood up. He put his hands on her hips and brought her mound to his mouth. In spite of all the fucking, she smelled clean to him and he licked her clit with enthusiasm and inserted a finger up inside her, then another. Kiki couldn't tell how she felt to him but she felt tight again to herself -- her vagina obviously wasn't gaping any more. "But, you know, when it's hard for us older guys to keep it up and keep going the regular way, sometimes we get kinky!" He stopped talking and nuzzled her mons, smelling her fragrance. 

Kiki wondered for a minute, when he said that, if he was going to tie her up again. She would not have minded too much but it was really too late to go down that path, after the long dinner party. She was pleasantly tired after pulling her slow-motion train and she knew he wouldn't want to stay up all night, even to ravish her body. When Henderson was done fingering her, she went to her knees and took his dick in her mouth without being asked. She gave excellent head, with skillful tongue and throat action, and within four or five minutes (very fast for him, at his age) he was spurting into her mouth, without even getting fully hard. Henderson tasted salty, slightly bitter, as always. She swallowed, licked the glans, stroked him a couple more times to get all the semen, licked the last drop that came out of the little eye, and then looked up at him. 

"Feel better now?" Kiki asked. Henderson might call her later in the week for a one-on-one, she guessed. 

"I'm going to sleep so much better, now! This certainly beats a glass of warm milk." Henderson was getting visibly sleepy now that his climax was over. "I'm going to bed. Feel free to stay the night if you want. If Wistler comes up he can join you." Then he stood up, gathered his clothes, and shuffled naked out the door and upstairs, to his own bed down the hall. 

Kiki looked in the envelope. Wow! They were generous -- unbelievably generous! There was usually a couple thousand dollars in the kitty after a party like this, but this time there was lots more! All a gift, all cash, all off the books and without tax deductions at the source! 

Kiki's basic finances were fairly simple as far as revenue was concerned: she put out and the men (and occasionally women) who liked her gave her gifts, usually cash or jewelry. There was more to it on the investment side. Her accountant had helped her set things up. As far as the tax collector knew, she had a decent-paying full-time job with a real estate escrow firm, paid out of revenue earned from fees, interest, and forfeited deposits. Of course, if any employee of that firm had ever been asked, they would have had a hard time describing what she looked like because she was never there. And all that revenue from obscure transactions in real estate concealed a healthy incoming stream of money transfers that got laundered in order to pay her what was on the books as a respectable but not suspiciously high taxable income for a young woman, even if the amount she "earned" was a little generous for the work that she really wasn't doing. Between that cover, to keep the taxman happy that she had a visible means of support, and all the cash coming in that did not appear on anybody's books and that the IRS didn't know about, Kiki lived pretty well. Still, she kept the entrance to her apartment modest and stayed in a middle-class neighborhood so that nobody would suspect that she had money way beyond her declared income. 

Kiki was showering now, which included scrubbing her slightly red, well-used crotch and around her asshole to get the lube Ghislain used out of her buttcrack. The big wad of semen inside her rectum would come out tomorrow, no hurry. Until then, it would froth and simmer inside her guts, as warm as the moment it flew out of Ghislain's dick. She wondered whether her cunt was still gaping. Henderson's finger had felt tight, but it was hard to tell. She stuck a finger up her twat to test herself. Her vagina - which earlier had been well stretched by Lipschitz and gaped for at least half an hour! - had definitely returned to its normal tightness. Thank heaven for her discipline in past few years, with her alternating Kegel and dildo stretching exercises. 

She didn't wash her hair -- it was too late -- but it got slightly damp from the water anyway. It would be dry by the time she got home, she thought. She didn't have anything much happening tomorrow -- oh wait! It was past midnight, so it was already the next day. That meant that her regular Monday lover was coming tomorrow (because it's already the day after the party), but she had this day free, she thought to herself.

She toweled herself dry, brushed her teeth, and pulled her hair back with an elastic hair band. This made her look even younger. One last look in the mirror at her face and naked torso and she turned to go into back into the bedroom. The servants would strip the bedsheets and pick up her naughty gown, which was lying on the floor. All she had to do was get her own clothes out of the closet and leave. This time of night, in the sleepy college town, she probably wouldn't even have to get dressed! If she got pulled over by the cops for some traffic violation, chances are the cop would be an old friend -- or even a gentleman caller!

As she walked out of the bathroom she stopped short -- startled. There, sitting on the edge of the mussed bed, looking longingly at her nakedness, was Wistler! He was grinning in his boyish, very attractive way, showing his excellent teeth. "Hello, Kiki!" He said. 

"You startled me! I didn't expect to see anyone else!" Kiki wasn't about to let on that Henderson had already figured out that Wistler would make a play that very night. 

"I couldn't bear to leave without seeing you again." He was smooth, all right. And with Kiki standing there naked, without even a towel around her shoulders, he was certainly seeing her again, every part of her that could be seen from the front. 

"Well, it's late. Shouldn't you be going home?" Implied in Kiki's question was the possibility of a home, a wife, and a family but phrased as a question it also implied that he could stay. 

"Why? I live alone and you're here." Implied in that question was the message that there were no entanglements tonight, that he wanted her and that she would naturally allow it. 

Kiki smiled her patented smirk, with the sides of her mouth curling upward. "So does that mean that I'm not going home tonight, either? That I'm going to spend the night on this mussed-up bed with you?"

"Pretty much," Wistler said, with supreme self confidence. He was taking off his tie, as he spoke. "Why change the sheets when we'll only muss them up again?"

Kiki leaned on the doorway, hands on her hip. The motion thrust her pelvis forward and her pretty, long labia were visible in the gap between her legs. "One condition: you're going to be more romantic this time. You took me like a meatloaf tonight." She was exaggerating, of course, but the one thing her lovers hadn't given her much of that night was foreplay. 

"Come here and I'll show you romantic!" he cooed, now shirtless, as he took her in his arms and nuzzled her neck, while stroking the sides of her breasts and up into her naked armpits with his fingernails. Her ample and firm breasts rubbed against his hairy chest and the pink nipples that capped them went erect and stayed that way. She had her hands on his broad shoulders and feeling the strength of his pecs and upper arms. She could feel that his cock was rigid through his pants and because they were about the same height it bumped against her mons when he moved in between her naked legs. That sneak preview raised her temperature another notch and she pulled back and unfastened his belt for him. 

Kiki grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up. 

In short order, they were both nude and lying on the now-hopelessly mussed bed, sheets pulled out from under the mattress and bedspread pushed down to the foot of the bed. He kissed her boobs all over and sucked on her nipples, hard and soft, tongued and straight suction, for what seemed like hours, taking time out to kiss her mouth passionately and to lick the deep valley of her cleavage. Then he kissed his way down her belly to her cunt, where he spent a long time with his tongue, bringing excitement back to Kiki's weary clitoris and bringing sweet pussy juice back to her freshly-washed opening. Kiki responded by opening her legs as wide as they would go. 

Even though, and maybe even because, Kiki's pelvis was sore inside, both from her heavy use that night and from the beating it had taken from Lipschitz's oversized schlong, Kiki soon felt the urge to be penetrated again and physically manipulated inside. She raised her arms over her head and let her head fall back on the pillow with her eyes shut. This was the wonderful moment where Kiki gave up control and let her lover do whatever he wanted. 

When he sensed that she was ready, Wistler moved up her body, letting his cock and balls drag on her leg, dribbling a little precum on her thighs, until he was in line with her opening. A little positioning, a little adjustment, and in one thrust he mounted her, both of them gasping in unison at the penetration! 

This time he was slower and more deliberate. He had already come once inside Kiki that night; now he could take his time and savor her body's pleasures. And what pleasures they were! He felt so deep in her! Her cunt was gripping him tightly but he was still moving freely because she had juiced so much. They switched to the doggie position, so that his dick could penetrate her even more deeply, and then back, so he could play with her tits again. Kiki was breathing heavily now and seemed close to climax. She wrapped her legs around him and put her hands around his neck. Her excitement fueled his passion and before long he found himself staring into her open, excited eyes as his come rose right at the time her orgasm hit her! She spasmed and her vagina twitched and she almost seemed to vibrate for a long time, while he went rigid, bucked a couple of times, and then spurt a fountain of semen deep into her, filling every corner and crevice of her most talented vaginal passage and maybe into her uterus itself! (The thought that she was wide open, unprotected, and, who knows, possibly fertile was a big turn on for Wistler!) 

He recovered first and started to feel drowsy. She felt a little dopy but very satisfied. The two of them fell asleep in each others' arms and neither of them gave a thought to the gobs of semen that dripped out of her orifice and onto the dirty sheets as they slept. 

Early in the morning, they did it again. This time, Kiki used her talented mouth to arouse Wistler to hardness. They did it in cowgirl position and Kiki took him with excruciating slowness, knowing that it would take time for him to come again. What happened later the next morning was not as important -- it involved mostly fondling and cunnilingus, whereby Wistler proved that he was not prudish about sucking on a well-used cunt. Then they each left but not before Wistler took down her email address. Kiki clearly had another regular gentleman caller lined up. 

Henderson had known exactly what would happen -- there was no need to leave him a note. Once she was out of the house (which Henderson kept no smoking), she lit a cigarette and drove home. It was still morning but she needed to sleep more, so she made herself a daiquiri at 10:25 am and went to bed after she drank it.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 07



Even though Kiki had grown up within half a mile of the famous, architecturally-significant Administration Building that dominated the entrance to the College, she had never been inside before. Townie boys and girls never went to school at the College -- they only worked there and made deliveries and pick-ups. The differences in class and wealth were just too great and no townie kid wanted to be looked down on by the rich kids who made up the student body at the College. So they went to State, way over in the city, an inconveniently long drive away and maybe lacking in prestige but State gave them a good education almost for free and without attitude. 

Now Kiki was walking into the inner sanctum, the palace (or should that be "temple"?) of administration of one of the most prestigious institutions of higher education in the country, of the biggest employer for miles around, of the political force that pulled the strings in that part of the state and that ran the town like it ran its food and custodial services. 

The Administration Building was old and looked as historic as it was. The carpet was just a little threadbare and the furniture was elegant but not new. It was just worn enough to make the alumni feel like they should support the place so it shouldn't get too run-down. She saw a sign at the base of the elegant stair case: President's Office, Room 210. She mounted the stairs and walked down a long corridor with oil portraits of the 17 Presidents who had led the College during its long history. The older the President, the more distinguished he looked, Kiki noticed, even though the College had been pretty mediocre for the first century of its now-distinguished history. It used to be a place where rich fathers sent their untalented sons to become gentlemen. For the last several decades, since a small number of donors had given it big bucks in an effort to get bragging rights, it had become a genuinely good school. 

The secretary scowled at her as she walked into the President's office suite. What was that about??? Kiki wondered. She hadn't even opened her mouth!

Kiki didn't look trashy today, although she could not conceal her curves if she dressed in a flour sack. Still, her blouse and skirt were modest, her figure was slim and her boobs were in a bra for once, she was wearing low heels, and she was trying very hard not to sway her hips as she walked. Kiki decided that it was because the secretary, even though she was a nice-looking, mature woman herself, was a stuck-up bitch at heart and looked down on her youth and attractiveness. 

Actually, it was because the secretary thought she was a student and always tried to protect her boss from student walk-ins because they took up so much time. Students would just walk on in, thinking that their enormous tuition gave them a right to speak to the President as if they owned the place and he was working for them. Which, in fact, was close to the truth. 

The secretary was befuddled for a moment when Kiki said her name and it corresponded to the President's scheduled 2:00 appointment. 

"Oh, Kiki! Come right in!" said the handsome, tall, balding, distinguished-looking older man who came out the door when she was announced. "How good of you to come! I appreciate that you made the time for us! Please come in and sit down."

Now the secretary was thoroughly confused. Who was this girl? Why was the College's President kowtowing to her?

The large office was furnished with bookcases with a collection of globes and leather-bound books. The walls were hung with antique maps. Before becoming an administrator, the President had been a world-famous geographer and had been among the world's leading professors of cartography -- the study of maps. In one corner sat an impressive-looking desk and at the far end was a conference table with seven or eight chairs around it, but closer to the door, in the middle, was a seating arrangement that looked like a living room. The President sat there. Sunlight flooded the impressive room. 

Kiki took a seat on the sofa. They exchanged pleasantries, without reminding each other that they had met before once, at the home of one of the economics faculty, where he had fucked her. She smiled, her peculiar little smile where the corners of her mouth turned up. 

"You know, Kiki, you are one of the most popular people with the Department of Economics. All our econ faculty seem to know you and they all love you. They recommended that I speak to you." 

Kiki didn't say anything. Perhaps the President did not remember fucking her once, at one of Henderson's famous dinner parties. Then again, it was hard to forget having sex with Kiki. She figured he was just pretending not to know her.

"We have a serious problem. The Department of Philosophy has invited some European philosopher to spend some time as scholar in residence. He is from Moravia and his name is Vick Dickatyou. His field is Freudian psychology." His eyes were fixed on the buttons of Kiki's blouse, as if expecting them to pop open by themselves at any moment, as well they might have. 

Kiki gasped. "I think you mean Viku Dicae. He is from Moldova and he famous! He works in comparative epistemological neurolinguistics and you may have him confused with the great Stavoj Zizek, from Slovenia, who works in Lacanian psychoanalysis. That's different. But Dicae is such a famous intellectual! What an honor for the College!" 

"Right, that's what I meant." The President said. "But having him here may cause a problem, even though it's only for a few weeks. But it's too late to withdraw the invitation. I wish they had invited the guy from Slovakia." Throughout the conversation, the President of the College had been staring at Kiki's breasts, proportionate and well-shaped even though confined today to a bra. 

"Slovenia," Kiki corrected him. "And that's the other guy, Zizek. What is the problem?" Kiki asked. "Oh, by the way, while we are having the conversation, would you like for me to bare my breasts so you can look at them?" Kiki was tired of wearing that stupid bra. 

"Why, yes, Kiki. That would be very nice. How kind of you." He moved over and sat beside her on the sofa. 

The President went on while Kiki was disrobing. "The man has gotten himself into real trouble. He just doesn't seem to know how to keep it .....in his pants. He was at the University of Caen, in Belgium, last year and....oh it was terrible."

"Caen is in France." Kiki had taken off both her blouse and her bra and was sitting topless. "Wow. If the French were scandalized it must have been something." Her lovely breasts glowed in the light from the windows and her nipples threw pointy shadows. The President did not touch her but was clearly entranced by them. 

"He claimed that the age of consent was different in France and Moldavia but..... For Pete's sake you'd think he'd be more careful with the students. And there were so many of them!" The President was getting agitated, imagining a scandal unfolding at the College that, if it happened, would almost certainly force him to resign in disgrace. 

"Moldova. That's the name of the country today." Kiki corrected him. "Moldavia was its name when it was part of the Soviet Union and before, like in the Middle Ages."

"Right, that's what I meant. You know, Kiki, we had a real problem here a few years ago. We can't afford to have something scandalous happen again!" His voice broke. 

Kiki knew the basic story of the recent scandal from town gossip but not the details because the wimpy newspapers in town did not dare report on it, so the President enlightened her. The President stared at Kiki's boobs while he talked. It seemed to calm him down. 

"Feel free to fondle me and tug on my nipples while you talk," Kiki interrupted him, arching her back to push out her adorable breasts. The President did as she suggested. 

In the late 1990's, the College had gained a reputation as a wide open, party-loving rich kids' school. At the same time, the College attracted some of the best faculty and scholars in the world, so it still kept its world-class reputation. Cool children of the elite were clamoring to go to school there. One of the attractions was prestige, another was money, but the big one was sex. Parents, none the wiser, were thrilled at their children's educational aspirations. 

It worked for a while, because both the students and the faculty were powerfully motivated -- good grades and good teaching went hand in hand with pervasive promiscuity, as long as they kept quiet about it! The kids became motivated to work hard because it got them sexual favors. They set up little sex games to reward each other for doing well on a test or in a course. The faculty was in on it, too. There was a rule that a student could improve his or her grade by just one point for putting out, but no more -- after all, there were standards to uphold. And the same held true in the other direction for student evaluations: sexy courses and tolerance of classroom nudity meant a better shot at promotion for the new faculty. Whatever brought them to the College in the first place, in time the best minds and most productive teachers at the College stayed on as horny middle-aged professors because they were getting all they wanted and could handle. 

"Then it had all started to fall apart. First there were the rumors, then the internet postings, and finally all the pregnancies. Geez," the President was a bit of a prude in his language, you'd think that rich smart kids would know better! We had to hire an obstetrician on the student health service staff!" 

The parents were soon in revolt, the alumni started withholding their support -- it had been a catastrophe! There was a big crackdown to show the parents that the College took it seriously and the students in the first two years were required to live on campus. Applications dropped like a rock and for the first time in almost half a century the College could not fill its incoming class!

"Kiki, I can't face another disaster like that!" The President was visibly upset now, in spite of Kiki's mammary distraction. "It would destroy the reputation of the College.....and me!" He started to sob. 

"There, there, sir," Kiki cooed. "Would you like to suck on my tit? It would make you feel better."

"Kiki, you're too kind," said the President, applying his lips to the nipple of Kiki's right breast. After a minute or two on each tit, he seemed to relax. 

"What can I do to help?" Kiki asked, knowing full well what the President wanted. Actually, both things the President wanted. 

"I understand that you are Moldovan." The President could barely be understood because his mouth was full of Kiki's firm left breast.

"Well, half Moldovan," Kiki sighed. She squirmed a little as the President's teeth bit down lightly on her nipples. "My mother came from there. I was born in this country." 

"There aren't many Moldovans around and that gives you something in common bond with him, a reason for us to arrange for you to meet him. You can be part of our welcoming committee, a reason for us to introduce you to him. After that, nature" by which the President meant lust, "will take its course. Can you, could you, maybe...."befriend" him?" the President asked. "Keep him happy and occupied so he doesn't threaten our campus life and values?" He was nuzzling in her cleavage now as he spoke.

Kiki had heard through the townie grapevine that the old licentious ways were coming back into fashion at the College. They were just kept underground, in the form of invitation-only "tits out" parties [if this interests you, read "Felicity Gets Fondled!"] and even the occasional "balls out" party [if this interests you, read "Gretchen Does the Groping"]. But she was not about to tell the President what she knew was going on already. He would find out for himself soon enough. 

"Kiki, we'll make it worth your while! We have rich and powerful alumni who want to protect the reputation of their alma mater and when I explain things -- well, they can be very generous!" He was sucking on her vigorously now on alternating sides and tweaking the other nipple with his fingers. 

"Of course I'll help in such an important matter!" Kiki said, gasping as the President ran his thumbs roughly over her wet nipples. "I'm sure the College's supporters will recognize my efforts in whatever way they feel is appropriate! All you have to do is arrange for me to meet him -- you'd better do it the minute he arrives, so he doesn't cause trouble right off the bat. Speaking of bats, I think we should take care of this now, don't you?" Kiki pointed to the tent in the President's trousers. "Sit back now, and let me do the work."

The President sat back on the sofa and let Kiki take off his pants. Lovingly, she put her soft white fingers around his upper-class, white Anglo-Saxon penis and began to stroke. The President sighed. "That feels so good, Kiki. It just takes all the stress away."

Kiki knelt down on the floor and moved in between his legs. She held up his dick with one hand and fondled his testicles with the other. He had gotten quite hard -- he still had good wood, at his age! 

Kiki wished they had time to fuck but she realized that she was already pushing it so she engulfed his cock with her mouth and began to suck. Her tongue, her lips, her head motion brought him to a place of deep arousal and he forgot all of those concerns that had caused him such anxiety just a few minutes before. Then she swallowed him down and he experienced the miracle of her deep throat muscles! It was so good -- like nothing he had experienced in his long and distinguished life! She knew exactly how to work him and he came, forcefully, manfully, confidently, and as if all his cares were exiting through the tip of his penis into Kiki's loving mouth and then down her talented throat! When his emission was over, he was so deeply satisfied that it occurred to him as he recovered that a few minutes with Kiki was better than an hour-long fuck with his regular mistress. 

The President slumped on the sofa. Kiki licked the last drop of extruded semen off his little eye, tidied him up and tucked him back in his pants, then put her blouse back on without the bra, her still-aroused nipples clearly poking out in front. She put her bra in her purse. Then, after the President had stood up, appearances restored, she stood on tiptoe to reach his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. He seemed surprised and his hand came up quickly to rub it off. Since she wasn't wearing lipstick, that couldn't be his concern. She figured he probably just wasn't comfortable given where her mouth had just been. Too bad -- his loss. 

He resumed his patrician bearing and saw her to the door, murmuring "Thank you!" as she walked out the door. 

One look at her nipples, erect under her blouse, and the secretary gasped, and then glared at Kiki. As she crossed the waiting room, she did not bother to keep her hips from swaying. 

On her way home, she stopped at the Hotel Vincennes to celebrate with a couple daiquiris. The College, the great and famous College! had called on her for deliverance only she could provide. At long last, the College had to admit that a lowly townie girl had something they didn't and couldn't do without. 



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 08



K8

When the airplane from the connecting flight from New York landed, there was a delegation of six officially representing the College and about two dozen students waiting for the great Moldovan scholar, accompanied by a dozen or so graduate students. 

There was Kiki, of course, small, lithe, her beautiful pale breasts on display almost down to the areola in a loose peasant blouse (which looked typically Moldovan even to someone who had no idea how Moldovans dressed) and her well-formed, long legs fully occupying the distance between the floor and the hem of her very short skirt. It should be noted in the interest of accuracy that Moldovan peasants usually do not wear very short skirts with their loose blouses but Kiki's costume was still more or less correct because Moldovan peasant girls traditionally did not wear panties, either. Girls in Moldova today are another story entirely. 

The President of the College, handsome and distinguished, used his vantage point to look down Kiki's blouse at every opportunity. The chairman of the philosophy department was nervous --their guest was very controversial and had already started an argument between the hedonists and the stoics on his faculty. The head of the comparative literature program was beaming, proud to be sponsoring Dicae with support from a private foundation, since the National Endowment for the Humanities wouldn't touch a grant application to bring him to the United States, especially during a Republican administration. The head of the communications program was miffed that he was short and couldn't get the same view down Kiki's blouse as the President enjoyed. 

In the meantime, the van driver held up a sign that read "Welcome Viku Dicae!" The van driver was just waiting for his chance to help Kiki step into her seat, hoping to look up her skirt.

Finally, the great man came through the concourse into the public waiting area, to the wild cheers of the students! His pictures showed a handsome, intense visage and he looked like a large man. In person, he was not so imposing. He was on the short side, muscular, with good looking but craggy features. He didn't exactly look his age -- he looked like an older man who naturally was younger looking than his real age. He had a big bulge in his pants. It got bigger when he saw Kiki. She was smiling at him and the first thing that he noticed was that mysteriously erotic smile, with the corners of her mouth turned up and her blue eyes flashing! The second thing he noticed was her tits, of course. "Marfa!" he muttered under his breath. "So nice!"

There were handshakes all around but of course Dicae had already noticed Kiki. Who is this gorgeous young thing dressed like a 1950's Ceauşescu era-style fantasy of an eastern Romanian (not Moldovan) peasant girl sexpot? (Kiki got the wrong embroidery on the blouse she got over the internet for the occasion, so the blouse she was exposing herself in wasn't really a Moldovan pattern at all.) She looks like a retro version of Olia Tira, he thought to himself, showing off her long, slim pale sexy bare legs. 

Seeing his obvious interest in Kiki, the President introduced her to Doctor Dicae as his official hostess and facilitator, his personal assistant if you will, during the visit. Dicae muttered appreciation, thinking to himself that he would like to facilitate himself right into her at the earliest opportunity. They had tarted her up to play up the Moldovan connection, even if they got the pattern on that stupid but sexy blouse wrong, to make an instant connection! Why? There was only one answer, and that is that they were offering her up as a tasty sexual welcoming gift! He thought about how they were going to try hard to keep him satisfied over the next three weeks of his visit, if they had gone to this much trouble. They must be trying to keep him away from their students! Fine with him! She'll do just fine, even if her traditional costume was wrong. (After all, who cared about embroidery patterns, anyway?) He wondered if she was wearing panties.

After retrieving Dicae's baggage for him, the students dispersed and the College's official delegation piled into a van with the impressive shield of the venerable institution painted on the side. After allowing the honored guest to choose his preferred seat, next to the window, Kiki was naturally placed right next to him, with her hip naturally touching his somehow, despite the seatbelt. The van driver got weak in the knees helping her up the step when he saw that Kiki was not wearing panties. 

"Bun venit! Îmi pare bini! Îmi pare bine de cunostinta," Kiki said to him slowly, in very simple Moldovan, once they were settled. To Dicae, the way she talked was barely comprehensible, as if she had marbles in her mouth and was imitating a Bulgarian accent. 

Dicae was shocked to hear his native language mangled in such an engaging way! "What! ştii moldoveneşte?" He asked, in surprise, assuming that she was second generation and had not learned the language correctly.

"Îmi pare rau, nu vorbesc romaneşte," she had to admit, because her command of her mother's native language was already starting to fail. "My mother is from your part of the world," she continued in English. 

"Cum te cheama?" He wanted to keep going in Moldovan but then realized that Kiki's language skills were not up to it. 

When she said her name was "Kiki", Dicae frowned. It did not sound like any Moldovan name he had ever heard and he wondered, with her fine blonde hair, if she could be Russian-Moldovan. He worried that she might be Transdniestrian, which could get complicated. But Kiki isn't a Russian name, either. So he decided not to worry about it and put his hand on her leg, a little farther up from the knee than would be considered polite in most cultures, including Moldovan, on first meeting. 

"Suntetzi foarte dregutse," he complimented her. "Imi place de tine!" And with that he impulsively leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, lingering just a moment too long for it to be a friendly, patriotic European gesture toward a fellow countryman, or woman compatriot, sort of, who really wasn't from there and was one generation removed anyway. 

Well, of course you like me, Kiki thought to herself. I'm hot. You're sniffing the air all around me to smell my naked pussy! You want to get under my skirt so bad you can taste it and trust me, you will, but not for a couple of days! I'm going to make you work for it so you'll get hooked on me and stay out of trouble. I'm going to spin this out so that you'll stay interested in me for three whole weeks! My job is to keep you away from the students and if I have to I'll use all my feminine wiles to do it!  

The van carried them past the elegant Hotel Vincennes to the College campus. The philosopher and the head of comparative literature were bickering in the back seat about which department would pay for the van. 

"Ca barbatii astia asa le place sa se svadeasca (those men like to argue)," Kiki explained, after carefully thinking through what the sentence would be in Moldovan, in order to keep the conversation private. Dicae nodded. Academics were the same around the world, he said with an impish grin. 

Decades ago, a not-so-rich alumnus died and left a very picturesque but modest old cottage on a street next to what was then the College campus for use as a permanent home for the President, within walking distance of the Administration Building. The President lived there for a year, just enough to satisfy the executor of the will, and then moved back to the mansion off campus his wife liked much better. Since then, the campus had expanded all around the cottage, which then had been used as a retreat center and to house visiting professors. That was where the van stopped and where everyone got off. 

The President shook Dicae's hand one last time and made an announcement that Kiki would help the distinguished Doctor Dicae get settled (code for "get laid", of course) into his abode and that they would all meet up tomorrow for a welcoming reception. Grown men don't need help unpacking but it was a handy excuse for Kiki to stay with Dicae and start the seduction process. Anything to get him infatuated with her as quickly as possible, so he would fuck her and not the students for the next three weeks. 

Kiki figured that Dicae would be so jet lagged the first day he wouldn't be able to get it up if he tried, so she was planning for his unexpected and elaborately resisted but eventually successful passionate seduction of her to take place the next day, at the earliest. The longer she could spin this out, the less chance he would have to seduce a student and cause trouble. Besides, she had seen the itinerary the College travel office had booked for him and who wants to have sex with a guy who's just been on planes for 28 hours with no chance to take a shower? There were no direct flights from Moldova to just about anywhere west of Vienna and the guy had had rotten connections -- long layovers in places like Frankfurt. With luck, Kiki would even be able to leave him to sleep off his jet lag and maybe she could go home and fuck her sometime boyfriend, Charlie, tonight. 

So the first thing Kiki said after the van drove off was "You must be tired after your long trip! Are you going to take a nap or a shower first?" She smiled her trademark smile, with the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Not one or the other," said Dicae, with a twinkle in his eye. He had forgotten the word "neither". 

"Aren't you tired, Doctor Dicae?"

"Not at all!" Dicae grinned. "I change my ticket. I stay two days in Frankfurt with friend and then one whole day in New York. I look around, go to disco. I like New York, can stay with friend. Got back on plane this morning! Just not telling anyone 'cause people funny about how you travel when they buy ticket. I do this a lot of times. Nobody lose ticket money but I get around more." 

Kiki lost her smile. Dicae was looking at her like a cat looks at a canary. He wasn't tired and he wasn't jet lagged. The cocker was rested and time-zone adjusted already! Kiki also got the distinct impression that all these friends were female. She was beginning to feel like his dinner. 

"Well then," she said with a shaky voice, her plans for spinning out and staying in control of this seduction all upset, "I'll check the refrigerator while you unpack. I want to make sure you have all the ingredients for cabbage soup." This was going much too fast. 

Grown men can unpack in about three minutes but it takes a good five minutes to check a well-stocked refrigerator. Kiki knew that. 

So, when Kiki felt Dicae come behind her and nuzzle her neck while she was looking in the refrigerator, she was not surprised. When his hands moved up to fondle her breasts and tug gently at her nipples, already stiff from the cold air through the thin fabric of the blouse, she was not surprised. When he bent her over and flipped up her short skirt and then spread the cheeks of her naked ass, she was not surprised. When she suddenly felt a huge, stiff object as big as a kyrnetsei plunge deeply into her folds, knock against something hard she knew was her cervix, rub around it, and force its way up into her abdomen, stuffing her like a placinte, pushing the top of her vagina way up, and probing higher than she had ever felt -- then, she was surprised! 

Two students walking past the cottage thought they heard a yelp from inside. They were right.

Kiki had shrieked when he took her and gasped when he penetrated her and moaned when he slid all the way in, but now she could barely breathe to make a sound, she was so stuffed! She felt like a butterfly mounted on a huge pin made of Moldovan flesh! Dicae was surprisingly strong and held onto her hips all the time, keeping his rod deep inside her. 

Quite simply, Dicae had a penis that was longer than she had ever known! Even Charlie's formidable organ was not as long, although Charlie was a lot thicker. It felt like Dicae's dick had wormed its way right into her uterus and up one of her tubes, it was in so deep. But it felt rough because he had pushed it in while Kiki was dry. 

During this time, Dicae had not said a word! He hadn't tried to persuade her and he certainly hadn't asked permission to insert himself deep into her body! He had obviously just assumed, correctly, that Kiki was there for his pleasure and he just helped himself! But as Kiki's nose turned blue, he pulled back on her hips, pulling her head out of the vegetable crisper, and whispered "Let us do it on the bed!"

Kiki would normally have complained about the way he had taken her, inserting himself into her without even so much as asking, but she was on a mission to seduce him anyway -- things were just moving a lot faster than she ever expected. At that particular moment she wanted to show him how responsive she could be so she concentrated on trying to keep his illustrious phallus in her twat while he marched her to the bedroom, bent over, holding her by the waist. It really wasn't as hard as it sounds. It would have been impossible to keep a normal-sized penis inside her as they waddled conjoined to the bedroom but Dicae's steel poker was so far in her there was little chance of it falling out and there was no lube yet in her tunnel to make him slip out. They would have looked ridiculous walking that way if anyone had seen them but nobody did. 

Dicae didn't even undress her when they got to the foot of the bed. He just leaned forward and pushed her over and resumed where he left off, pulling back halfway (where a normal prick would have pulled completely out) and ramming it back in hard and angled to the front, which Kiki felt as uncomfortably stuffed, almost painful, but intensely pleasurable all the same. She hadn't even started to juice yet so there wasn't natural lube to make this penetration any easier and it was so stiff she could feel it push her pelvic organs from side to side as they moved their legs together. Finally, after about ten or fifteen minutes, Kiki finally started to juice up and the rubbing inside became easier and more pleasant. 

And stamina! Dicae did not let up for what seemed like an hour! Kiki choked out a muffled scream when the first orgasm hit her, all the stronger because it was delayed, since it took her a long time to catch up with him because of her surprise and initial resentment at being forcibly taken by such a long rod and her discomfort at being crammed so full. Dicae continued to pound her all the way through it, and when the second one hit her she was already short of breath and it made her eyes cross. Then, as she was coming out of that one the incessant jack hammering hit another spot and she came a third time! This time she lost the strength in her arms and she fell forward on the bed helplessly, her ass and pelvis flopped up and down as Dicae, holding her up, continued to piston in and out of her, until she was hit with a fourth orgasm! This one made her drool and as he pounded away she felt her braless boobs roll back and forth on the bedspread under her chest -- somehow her blouse had come open. The fifth orgasm she lost consciousness for a while and when she came back to, shaken awake by his reciprocating motion, she made a face because a sixth one hit her, this one squeezing her lower abdomen as well as her pelvic muscles, so she felt it deep, like it was coming out of her uterus!

And then, finally, she felt him slow down. She revived a little and started to bear down, using her famous cunt control from the kegel exercises she had done for years to stay tightly gripped on his long penis. He was sliding it in and out deliberately now, working it in different directions but mostly up, away from her G-spot and upward (toward the back of Kiki's cunt, since she was lying face down) into the back and top of her now very much elongated vagina. She could feel the zipper of his jeans rub against her cunt lip when he tilted his pelvis. Then, she felt his long, thin penis swell up to what seemed like twice its girth and he grabbed her hips and held them tight, unmoving, while he ejaculated inside her!

She could feel pulse after pulse of warmth wash over her womb and bath the inside of her cunt and now she could feel his scary long prick slide with more ease inside her! It felt slippery and sexy but he was angled away from her G spot and she was cummed out, exhausted by her multiple orgasms. So she just lay there, motionless, on the receiving end of a huge load of semen that got pushed out of her hole and dripped out and ran down the inside of her thighs right down to the knees of her bare legs. His prick made a squishy noise as he went back to pushing in and pulling out. 

She heard a sound. She couldn't believe it! He was singing under his breath! A little Moldovan folk ditty, most likely she thought, about reaming the shepherd girl. (Or the sheep? She didn't quite get the grammar.) Actually, it was the melody from a radio tune that was all the rage that year in the Eurovision singing contest and played incessantly in Chisinau discos. 

"I see we are off to a good start, you and me!" Dicae said, with satisfaction. He pulled his penis out of her vagina entirely and wiped it on her butt cheeks, a nice gesture that he probably did to keep her skirt clean for her, she thought, brain-addled from sexual overload. "Now, what you say we take off our clothes and get comfortable?" Kiki was not smiling. 

It was 3:00 in the afternoon. There was late afternoon, evening, nighttime, and morning to go. And then the next day and then the next.

Kiki's main task for the evening was learning to take Dicae's abnormally long cock down her threat. She had always been an excellent cocksucker and was able to deep-throat with the best of them without choking or gagging. Charlie was simply too big around for her mouth, but then no girl she knew could take him orally. But Dicae was different. He wasn't thick but he was very long and rigid. Fortunately, Kiki had read up on sword-swallowing, figuring that someday she might face a challenge like this. So with much sputtering and drooling and breath control, in short order she was taking him most of the way down, where she could feel the tip of his prick all the way down her throat in the bottom of her neck. 

Dicae had never had a woman who could do both, who could deep throat him like that and who could take him all the way up her cunt without complaining and still feel tight the next time! Dicae had also never had a woman who wanted to do both, one after the other and over and over again, for hours. Kiki had just discovered the trick to keeping Dicae interested in her for all three weeks! 

The rest of the day and the next morning were much the same. Dicae did not need much sleep, so Kiki didn't get any. Kiki soon learned that Dicae's idea of a good night's sleep was three long naps between five fucks. There was no smoking anywhere on campus, so Kiki couldn't even have a postcoital cigarette between them. 

In fact, for the rest of Dicae's visit it was rare for the President or some department chair or high-powered professor to call on him or to pick him up for an appointment and not find Kiki already at the guest cottage, usually flushed and panting, not exactly disheveled but either wearing less than usual or fidgeting more with her clothes than might be expected for the time of day, as if she had dressed in a hurry. She often seemed a little dazed when they first got there. She tended to doze off while waiting for Dicae during meetings, as if she wasn't getting enough sleep. When those who were interested in her breasts, men and women, looked down her dresses or blouses, they often saw little oval bruises. Whatever she wore, there always seemed to be little nubbins poking through what she was wearing where her nipples would be. Some of the more observant among them might have noticed that when she got into a car to accompany him there was often a spot or two of something dry and colorless flaking off her bare legs. Once or twice they noticed the same spots on her neck. Sometimes the van driver would notice a faint, familiar odor that seemed to come from under her dress. Once or twice someone at a reception noticed a glop of something on the floor where she had been standing for a while. When he was not in the room, she would often slip out for a while, then reappear ten minutes before or after he came back with her hair slightly mussed. She started walking pigeon-toed. 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 08



What Kiki and the College President did not anticipate when they enlisted Kiki to serve as a cum bucket, a sort of human semen interceptor between Dicae and the students, was that Dicae would be just fine with this arrangement! Unlimited sex with a gorgeous sexy partner like Kiki! What was there not to like?

Kiki knew, however, that no man with the libido and organ of Dicae would stay satisfied with just one woman for three whole weeks, no matter how sexy, available, and in heat she was. Sooner or later, he would wander, whether it was for the challenge or to get some variety. They could count on it that he was eventually going to make a play for one of the students and Kiki had to be there to stop it! She had to be so much more sexually attractive to Dicae that when that moment came she had to make him choose a woman he had been fucking for over a week over a young, gorgeous, busty, braless, fertile, scantily clad, wide-eyed, awe-struck, promiscuous coed whose father was paying hundreds of thousands of dollars in tuition. It was all going to be so much harder now that Dicae had sampled almost all her charms in the first hour alone with her and had ravished her delectable body repeatedly for days now. 

That's why she was making a big deal of not giving him her ass -- yet. 

She was in no hurry -- no sir! She shuddered to think of that long snake worming its way into her guts. Maybe she could avoid giving him her third hole completely. If she had to do it, she wanted to drink about four daiquiris first. 

It wasn't that she didn't do anal -- she did it all the time, but with men who had normal cocks, not a whole foot long! She figured her rectum was only so big. His cock was thin but ridiculously long and she figured it would fill up her backside and then stretch her intestines out of shape. That did not sound like fun. It wouldn't be.



Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 09



The carefully selected upper division honors students filed into the seminar room and jockeyed for the best chairs to watch and to hear their distinguished guest professor. Each of them had been selected individually, either by the chair of their major department or the head of the program in comparative literature, to participate in a special graduate-level honors seminar on his theories and to experience a taste of sublime, world-class scholarship. These were the elite, the students who were good enough, smart enough, and mature enough to handle the material. Now the lucky students were taking their seats around four tables arranged in a square in the old-fashioned classroom in the College's oldest and most historic academic building. 

The distinguished visiting professor Doctor Viku Dicae sat at the table, watching the students walk in. His tousled hair, black with scattered gray, and handsome, chiseled, aging face with a wry smile gave him a rebellious look despite his academic prestige. He was dressed casually, with a leather jacket, an open blue shirt and jeans, and he slouched in his chair. It was the uniform of the nonconformists, the traditional style of dress of every angry young man and rebel for the last 70 years, and for those of Dicae's age who had been young once but had forgotten why they were still angry. 

Some professors liked to sit on the same level as their students, pretending that school was a democracy. Others liked to speak standing, from a tall podium, which gave them an air of authority but also of arrogance. Many liked to use a stool in front of the class, to be free to walk around or just sit, as they chose, like an academic standup comic. A few preferred to stand at the table and use a small desk podium that brought their notes up where they could see them easily, especially the ones who were nearsighted. 

Dicae did none of this. He sat at the front table with no notes, nothing but air between him and the young minds (and Kiki feared, young bodies) in front of him. None of the students sat next to him -- they all wanted to watch his face and gestures closely and they couldn't do that if they were sitting alongside him. There was only a pitcher of water and a glass beside him that Kiki had brought him, playing the role of his personal assistant. 

Kiki usually went to sleep during Dicae's classes, just because she wasn't getting any sleep in her bed. Dicae's idea of a good night's sleep was three long naps between five fucks. 

Kiki took the tall stool, which Dicae would not be using, to the back of the room, just behind the students who sat opposite Dicae. She would be directly in his line of sight, though, and she smiled her trademark smile, with the corners of her mouth turned up, at him as he sat there. She wanted him to remember where she was in the room. Right now, she was in plain view of everyone and, of course, most of the young men were staring at her now, having sex fantasies about her, but the focus of attention that day was Dicae and the students would soon be giving him their rapt attention, hanging on every word and trying to impress him, and then they wouldn't even see her. She would be behind them, out of their line of sight but not the professor's, unseen but for Dicae. 

Everyone was in their seats now, a minute before the seminar was to start. Kiki looked down at a laminated card she held, made up by the College administration so that she could identify the students. On it was printed the name and a photo of every student allowed to take this very special class. Last night, she had been allowed to read through their confidential files and she made a few phone calls to get the gossip. 

To Dicae's right, there was a girl named Zoe, the daughter of one of the biggest donors to the College. She was lovely, with long chestnut hair and a generous bosom (D cup, Kiki would say) she displayed in a low-cut blouse using an uplift bra. Kiki guessed that she sagged a little already but from the shape and the sway she bet those tits were gorgeous! Definitely she would be tempting Dicae and what a disaster it would be if he corrupted her and offended her father! That would be catastrophic for the College!

Next to Zoe sat a tall, large-boned but pretty redhead with curly hair, looking very Irish, named Ollie, which Kiki guessed was short for Olivia. Kiki thought that Ollie was probably too big and strong-looking for Dicae's taste. He seemed to like to physically dominate his women, as he had been demonstrating for the last week every time he mounted Kiki. Both Zoe and Ollie were listed as women's studies majors. 

Then there were several guys and a few skinny girls that Kiki thought probably wouldn't be Dicae's type and so she didn't worry about him hitting on them. But there was one girl who took a seat with her back to Kiki's stool -- she might be trouble! With a sultry, pouty expression, flouncy blonde hair, and a big bosom that was barely confined in a sorority sweater too small for her, she was gorgeous and had a nice ass, too. What was worse was that she was wearing a short skirt but her legs were bare. Where she was sitting, Dicae would have a clear view up her skirt! Kiki thought that from the looks of her she was probably the type to wear white cotton panties but you could never be sure with these sorority girls. 

To Dicae's left sat a small, voluptuous blonde girl with a peaches-and-cream complexion and rather vacant eyes wearing jeans and a stretchy top that showed off her perky nipples. That was Felicity!Now this girl was dangerous. She wasn't a top student and even seemed to be a little slow on the uptake, but she was a faculty pet because, well, to tell the truth the professors all had wet dreams about her! Even the women professors! Felicity was hot and didn't even seem to know it. That naivete made her fondness for sex even more appealing. She was a regular at the off-campus "tits out" parties and was even known to put out in front of her friends with guys she liked, and she saw nothing wrong with that. Neither did the guys.(If you find this interesting, read Felicity Gets Fondled). 

Next to Felicity was Horst, who had wangled his way into being her boyfriend by playing hard to get. He was the brilliant but conflicted and hyperemotional German philosophy student carrying the burden of the world on his shoulders while trying to decide whether to change his major from philosophy, where he might have hoped to create a Schopenhauer revival, to comparative literature, where he might find his voice as a poet, not that he had written any good poetry yet. Felicity thought he was so deep -- she wet herself whenever he looked at her. The rumor was that she passed her economic final on the promise that if she did he would bone her every night for a week as an incentive. 

Next to Horst was a tall, brunette, woman with a slim figure and cute face, wearing tight jeans that accentuated her skinny legs and a scoop top that proved to the world that she had small breasts and didn't wear a bra. Her name was Gretchen, famous for bringing the short-lived craze for "balls out" parties to the College together with her boyfriend, Stryder. (If you find this interesting, read Gretchen Does the Groping.) Stryder didn't make good enough grades to be invited to this special honors class. Kiki decided that Dicae wouldn't make a play for Gretchen. Not flashy enough. 

Next to Gretchen, three seats removed from the object of his desire, sat David. Poor ineffectual David. Having blown the chance of a lifetime to deflower his virgin townie girlfriend, he had mistaken the pity fuck Felicity gave him afterwards for real interest. Loser. (If you find this interesting, read Helene's First Time.)

The hour hand stood straight up on the wall clock, but a few more minutes were allowed to pass as the last few students filed in. The chair of the philosophy department and the director of the comparative literature program had stepped into the room to make the introductions. The chair, who outranked the director, introduced Dicae with a short biographical sketch and discussion of Dicae's contribution to world thought that took about fifteen minutes. The comparative literature director then tried to top him with a short but brilliant exposition of Dicae's influence on world literature that took another ten. They were blowing through a big chunk of the seminar time and the students were getting restless. They had come to hear Dicae, not the same old farts from their other classes!

Nobody introduced Kiki but most of the students had already seen her around and knew that she was Dicae's "personal assistant" for his time on campus. But the students knew what Kiki was doing. Some of them had already known that she was considered the town slut, from conversations with townie girls they were trying to seduce. ("Leave me alone and go see Kiki!" they would giggle!) For two weeks, the students had laughed behind Kiki's back at her provocative, slutty clothing and the lustful way Dicae always looked at her. Sometimes they imitated her pigeon-toed, mincing way of walking in the morning because they guessed (correctly) that she had been fucked by Dicae all night. Little did they know that Kiki's sexual availability to Dicae was for their own protection and the service that she was doing for the good of the College! 

Kiki stifled a yawn. She was sitting stiffly, legs together, because both of the academic leaders had their eyes on her the whole time, as if they particularly wanted to make an impression on her with their erudition. She didn't want to give them a show, since she wasn't wearing underwear, because it would not be dignified. The students were looking at each other and some of the young men were idly looking at Kiki, undressing her in their minds and thinking how awesome it would be to look up her skirt if she would just relax and open her legs. 

The distinguished visiting Professor Viku Dicae then began promptly and got straight to the point, since the students had just been cheated out of a half hour. 

"Over the next three hours I will tell you of the work I am now doing, which I think is very exciting to me and to my work. If what I say is not clear in English, you must raise your hand and tell me. Moldovan is a good rich language for philosophy discussion, best language in world for poetry and deep thought, but English not so refined I think, so my thoughts come out in English complicated but sometimes the concept do not translate so well I find." He paused. "Let me begin."

"You know that Platon said that thoughts are a shadow cast by universal ideal archetypes," he said, and the students, all having read Plato's Republic, nodded. "You know too that Chomsky says that we are all born with a universal grammar in our head for language. Well, I say that we have universal ideal ideas in our head and that the purpose of literature and philosophy are to bring them to our awareness in our brain, by stimulating them to be awake." The students were suddenly hanging on every word. This was new. Even Kiki, who had read Dicae's most famous book during her third semester at State, was fascinated to watch him spin out his theores in person. 

Dicae continued. When scholars or artists write or communicate through visual art or music, he said, they are sending messages that have structured and coded meaning, like DNA molecules in sperm, and these messages enter the brain and interact with the ideal concepts that are already there, like an egg, awakening them and combining with the structure and coded concepts in the person's brain them to form an idea that the reader or a viewer or a listener understands and feels is his or her own but is really the product of this union, like a fertilized egg in womb which is our mind or feeling or sexual arousal at the level of reason or emotion or horniness, which hold and nurture our innate ideas or feelings that come like egg from ovary we -- how you say it - ovulate. He continued to elaborate on his theory. 

"Wait a minute, please, sir," said Horst. "Are you suggesting that when we read a book the author is really fucking our brains?"

Dicae smiled. These were smart kids. Good looking, too, especially the one in the back sitting in front of Kiki. 

Gretchen's jaw dropped. "You mean if we read a book or listen to music if we pay attention we get inseminated and our brains get knocked up with an idea?"

"Exactly!" Dicae exclaimed. "And we walk around pregnant with thought and finally give birth to an idea or belief that seems new but is really the author and what we already thought and when we talk about it we spread it around to other people in, how you call it in English, a clusterfuck of orgiastic thinking!"

Kiki nearly fell off her stool at his expressive language, so much more direct than in the book. She began to smile that funny smile of hers, with the corners turned up.

The room was buzzing with excitement and consternation. So this was the great new theory! All eyes were riveted on Dicae. At that moment he was talking about literary style being the equivalent of foreplay. 

Felicity was feeling a little panicky -- she was trying hard to keep up. "You mean," her voice squeaked, "that an important or a well-written book is like a seduction — the better the writer the more likely he is to impregnate me in the brain and make me like it, even though I was reluctant to go all the way?" The idea made her wet and she leaked into her panties for the first time ever during a humanities seminar. 

"How you say in English, I think it's You got it!" His eyes were fixed on Felicity and he seemed to be noticing her for the first time. 

Kiki watched closely and saw that Dicae's gaze was now drifting from her eyes down to Felicity's full, voluptuous, generously revealed breasts and he paused for a moment. Felicity's nipples were poking through her top, as if in invitation. Danger! Danger! 

Kiki immediately swung into action! Perched on the stool, she leaned forward and pulled the front of her blouse open, so that Dicae now had two (actually, four) things to look at. Dicae glanced at her and then back again to Felicity but then his eyes did a doubletake away from Felicity's fine but still clothed boobs and their covered nubbins of nipple and fixed themselves on Kiki's braless downblouse view, which pretty well proved that naked breasts beat covered ones anytime, even naked breasts he had already seen. He stammered for a moment as he stared at Kiki's tits, Felicity's rack forgotten. Kiki's nipples, too, could be erect on demand. Kiki had triumphed this time. 

Going on auto pilot, Dicae moved into the next phase of his lecture, on how the writers and intellectuals mated by flooding the minds of their readers with mind-sperm but that artists used the chakras lower down and it was like impregnating a womb with new aesthetics and meaning and letting the fetal idea grow in your gut for primitive response or your heart for emotion. 

"Doctor Dicae," asked the buxom blonde girl with her back to Kiki. (Her name on the card was Sarah.) Kiki noticed that the girl's knees were not together. She was flashing Dicae! "If the writer and philosopher penetrates our forehead head chakra and inseminates the mind womb of our innate visions to make us pregnant with new ideas and creative concepts," the girl stopped for breath, "does that mean that...." she giggled, "the artist penetrates our heart chakra and inseminates the fertile uterus that holds our innate feelings to make us pregnant with revelatory experience and emotion?" The girl was obviously a devotee of chakra healing. 

You could tell the buxom girl was getting hot just thinking about it. Her knees opened a little more and she slid down a few more inches in her seat to give him a better view. Dicae was entranced. Kiki could tell that he was staring right at her crotch because the girl was sitting right in front of her and could see where Dicae's eyes were looking! She could also tell that the girl, for her part, was starting to pant at the idea. 

"Yes! Exactly!" cried Dicae, sporting an erection that the back row could see clearly under the table. And he mentioned something about how studying Schopenhauer had fertilized the egg of self-critical awareness in the womb of his own third-eye chakra and gave forth a conception-idea that led him to be open to his new theories. Horst sat bolt upright, stunned by the mention of his favorite philosopher, and resolved then and there to stay a philosophy major, even though poets were infinitely better babe magnets. 

Dicae was now openly leering at the buxom student sitting in front of Kiki. 

Whoa! Dicae was obviously getting way too excited by this responsive, voluptuous, fertile-looking young woman! Danger! Kiki had to swing into action again to prevent Dicae from seducing a student. Since she was in the same line of sight, she couldn't see what the girl was wearing but she gambled that the girl was, in fact, wearing white cotton panties. While student eyes turned back to Dicae, Kiki casually raised her skirt and opened her legs, as if just airing her pantyless crotch for comfort. She casually pulled herself wide open, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do in the back of a classroom during a lecture. 

Kiki had guessed correctly! Dicae's eyes snapped away from the student's crotch to Kiki's upskirt! A pretty white cotton gusset, nice as it was with a little demure cameltoe, was no match for Kiki's naked, shaved cunt, warm, open, moist, pink -- and inviting! 

Dicae was now distracted by Kiki's twat but the students couldn't tell. Even though he was staring at it intently, with part of his brain thinking about boning her as soon as they got done, he fooled his audience by rambling on for a long time on automatic pilot (since he had given the lecture so many times) about how religious leaders fuck with your crown chakra and how religious ecstasy is a type of spiritual orgasm.

"But Doctor Dicae," said the gorgeous Zoe, with a high, breathy voice, leaning forward and curling her hair with her fingers. Danger! Danger! The most dangerous babe in the class, the donor's daughter, was coming on to Dicae! If he hit on her the College would be ruined! "Does that mean that when we" notice how Zoe was including herself in this by saying we! "read pornography, the author is fucking us in our hara chakra and combining his or her (I guess it's mainly guys) dirty imagination with our existing impure thoughts? That would mean that porn impregnates us with sex fantasies that gives birth to....what?" This was a profound question that showed that Zoe understood Dicae's theory, because if porn-inseminated thoughts gave rise to antisocial action it might justify censorship but if it gave birth to eroticism that resulted in satisfaction it would be a deterrent to interpersonal conflict. The implications for a just society were deep. 

While she sat there, Zoe licked her tongue over her lips and brought her shoulders forward, so that her top gaped and Dicae could get a better look at the tops of her creamy white breasts down to the pink areoles. Dicae found himself lifting himself up in his chair without thinking about it, to see if he could catch a glimpse of nipple. 

Dicae was staring at the busty blonde, not saying a word for once. His erection jumped. 

Kiki was desperate! She had to do something to interrupt this subliminally sexual conversation during an overtly sexual discussion that might lead to .... sex! The seminar had only ten minutes more to go and if Zoe got to Dicae after class it could be all over!

Kiki did what needed to be done. She quietly got off her high stool and turned around. All the students had their eyes glued to Dicae, waiting for something to happen, but Kiki was still about to take the risk that one of them might turn around and look at her. With a deep breath, she bent over the stool, stepped her feet apart, flipped up her short skirt, and put her hands on both butt cheeks. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Dicae glance over at her when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. Then, when he knew he was watching, she pulled her cheeks apart and gave him a good look at her brownish-pink anus! 




Kiki, the Town Slut Ch. 09



Dicae choked for a moment but his eyes then never left Kiki's little brown rose. He seemed to forget about Zoe entirely and to the class, he was just staring into the distance collecting his thoughts. Kiki let go of her own ass, raised her arms over her head, and made a gesture. She made a circle with the thumb and fingers of her left hand. Then she took her index finger on the right hand and slowly, meaningfully, inserted it, then several times, faster. Dicae took a sharp breath in -- after days of pussy fucking and oral sex, Kiki was, at long last, inviting him into her ass! 

Fortunately, nobody looked toward the back of the room at that moment. Zoe seemed bewildered that Dicae had suddenly stopped paying attention to her. Ollie, sitting next to her, seemed angry for some reason. The rest of the class just sat there, expecting, from Dicae's hesitation which they mistook for cogitation, a profound and stunningly original insight. 

He gave them one. Snapped back to reality after mentally coming to grips with the deeply-desired and now-certain prospect of fucking Kiki in the butt that night, Dicae answered the question that Zoe had left hanging in the air. 

"Porn and fine art are no different. Just because an artist in the Middle Ages paint us a scene of war and soldiers does not mean it make the nobility that owned the painting go out and fight." Dicae stopped for a moment to think that maybe it did, but no matter -- he'd reconsider his opinion about that later. "Sense of bravery and strongness is an experience of our solar plexus chakra" he was using chakra healing terminology now because he and all the students seemed to understand it, for some reason, "where the artist makes you feel brave and strong. The pornographer does the same at your hara chakra and a little in your root chakra so you feel good and potent and make you satisfied. No different."

That wasn't all. "Art, literature, philosophy, religion, sport, fun with friend, they all fuck your chakras and inseminate your vital preconceptual ideas and innate desires in your chakra womb where egg of idea already lies and make you pregnant with concept that give birth to personal and shared feelings and ideas. Culture is clusterfuck. And that is called civilization!"

The class was over -- the three hours were up. The class stood up and exploded in applause! This was a seminar they would never forget! They would carry these ideas with them the rest of their lives. 

Kiki had already gotten off the stool and sped to Dicae's side before Zoe could get there. She could see in Dicae's lustful gaze that he wanted her to make good on her promise right now, as soon as they could get away from the students! Tonight was the night Kiki would give up her ass -- in a good cause, she thought. 

Felicity was complimenting Horst on his question and he was preening in front of her about the Schopenhauer reference and they so much wanted to go somewhere and fuck that they didn't wait to talk to Dicae after class. 

To the side, Zoe was talking to an obviously angry Ollie, calming her down. Kiki couldn't tell what the problem was. Finally, Ollie seemed placated and suddenly, to Kiki's surprise, Zoe rose up on her toes and kissed the bigger, redheaded girl on the lips! Zoe saw Kiki's startled look out of the corner of her eye. As Ollie gathered up her books, Zoe whispered to Kiki, unaware of Kiki's self-exposure in the back of the room to head her off from Dicae, "She's my roommate. I'm really just into girls but sometimes I flirt with guys to keep her interested in me!" 

Later that night and well into the next morning, Kiki would think about that as her ass got pounded in her least favorite sex act. She had spent days avoiding the inevitable, taking Dicae's enormously long prick up her butt, where she did not think it would feel in the least bit comfortable. And now she had panicked herself into willingly giving it up to him before she had to!

Damn! 

Dicae did not want to hang around after the seminar, no matter how many students wanted to talk to him. It took all his will power not to grab Kiki by the arm and pull her back to the cottage but she was walking slowly, stalling, prolonged the minutes before she finally got her ass reamed out. It's not that she didn't like sodomy with a normal-size penis. Kiki didn't know much about anatomy but she had an idea of how long her rectum was and his monstrous thing looked longer than she could take! She did not like the idea of being skewered in the intestines on a very long, stiff rod that couldn't bends with the twists and the turns and the folds. This could hurt. 

Kiki was very nervous about what Dicae was about to do to her. She was not smiling.