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Midterm

By: Bettybod10



Eric and I had just finished working on my calculus mid term review when Dan knocked on the door. Eric got up to let him in while I went to the fridge for a well deserved beer. I brought Eric and Dan each a beer and sat down in the arm chair. Sitting on the couch in front of me both men gave me a strange look. "What?" I asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Their eyebrows raised and I followed their bulging eyes to my crotch. I had come straight from the gym to Eric's apartment and had showered and put on one of his t-shirts without panties. Out of habit I had drawn one leg up to my chest and gave the guys a clear view of my clean shaven pussy. Eric and I have been having sex for over three months so the shock on his face wasn't his own but a reflection of Dan's expression. 

"Whoops!" I stammered and crossed my legs tugging the shirt down over my thighs. "Don't looked so shocked Dan. It's not like you haven't seen a woman naked before."

"Well it's.." Dan started.

"He means other than his vast collection of mags and video's, he's never seen one close up in daylight." Eric interrupted.

"Is that true?" I asked drawing my leg up again.

Blushing brightly, Dan shook his head and said. "I've only had sex one time with one girl and that ended up being a fluke."

"It was a frat prank." Eric added.

"What is it with you smart guys and your self esteem? You're smart enough to build a rocket ship but too dumb to not get shit on by the cro-mag frat boys." I said angrily.

"Hey, I was the same way before you came along Lora." Eric defended.

"When you grow up being the smart kid in class everyone resents you and you end up getting burned by assholes. Sometimes it's worth the attention." Explained Dan.

"I can understand that to some degree, but getting laid shouldn't be a problem for either of you. You're good looking guys, you just need to get out of this low self esteem cave you've been hiding in." I said giving them a full view of my pussy.

"Maybe, but you don't hang out with us because we're good looking, you're here because you need us to pass calculus." Snapped Dan.

"Fuck you! I'm here because I want to be and until now I enjoyed the company." I growled.

Giving Dan a glaring look, Eric said, "Apologize Dan, we've been hanging out for months. You know better than that." 

"You're right I'm sorry Lora, I guess I'm just jealous of your relationship and I don't want to see Eric get burned. Lora, you're hot and it just didn't make sense. I thought you were using him." Dan mumbled.

"Look I love Eric he's the best guy I've ever known, he treats me like a person rather than a notch on his belt. If all I wanted was to pass a math class I wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be sleeping with him. If all you need is laid, I'll fuck you." I replied emphatically.

Eric's eyes nearly popped from his head when I said that. He and Dan looked at each other with dumb expressions, then their eyes turned to me. 

"What?" I inquired.

Dan looked at Eric with an even more ridiculous look on his face than the previous one and stammered,

"I thought you two..."

"No, we're just friends that have sex sometimes." Eric corrected.

"We fuck a lot Eric." I added, smiling.

"OK, we fuck a lot." said Eric.

"I've been with him and two other girls so fucking the both of you shouldn't be a big deal." I said to Dan, standing up and pulling the shirt over my head.

"I'm going to take a walk and leave you two alone, OK." Eric said getting to his feet.

I kissed him and he left the room. I leaned down and took Dan's face in my hands and kissed him. At first he didn't open his mouth, but when I ran my hand down to his already stiff cock he gasped and I shoved my tongue into his mouth. Dan grabbed my face and started kissing me so heavily that I thought he was going to try to swallow me. He stopped and told me to just stand there so he could look at me. I did so watching his eyes explore my naked body. He smiled and touched my thigh trailing his finger to my breast. He leaned in tasting me with his mouth just as he had with his eyes. kissing nearly every inch of my body sending shivers of excitement up my spine. I kneeled tugging his shorts and boxers off in on fluid motion and took the head of his thin but lengthy cock between my lips. I flicked my tongue around the head and Dan's hips bucked sending thick streams of cum down my throat. I almost gagged trying to swallow it al but kept his spurting rod in my mouth. 

Cum leaked from my lips as Dan's hands clutched my shoulders, his cock still twitching and pouring his creamy load over my tongue. Draining him I backed away cum dripping from my lips and chin. I scooped the drippings with a finger and popped into my mouth then cleaned Dan's cock sucking it back to life. He apologized for cumming so soon and in my mouth. I told him that I had wanted him to cum in my mouth and he pulled me to him and kissed me tasting his own cum from my lips. I pulled his shirt off and sucked at his nipples, then straddled him sliding his cock inside me. He grunted looking into my eyes and kissed me. 

I gripped his shoulders and bounced on his lap driving his cock into me. With one hand I squeezed my left breast and fed the nipple to Dan's hungry mouth. He sucked at it biting tenderly then did the same with the right. I felt the beginning tingle of my own orgasm as Dan's cock grazed my spot. I ground into him and my orgasm tore through my body I wrapped my arms around him as my pussy pulsed and contracted, squeezing his shaft inside me. I relaxed sliding off of him and kneeled on the couch with my hands resting on the back. I reached behind me and pulled Dan's steely shaft to slick opening of my dripping pussy.

"Fuck me!" I growled and shoved my hips back sinking his cock into me. 

Dan latched onto my hips and began pounding into me with abandon, my hand slid to my clit and rubbed it furiously and I came a second time. Dan never slowed his thrusting and I reached back tugging at his nipple. "Cum for me baby!" I panted.

"Inside you?" he grunted.

"Anywhere you want!" I replied.

"In your mouth again." Dan answered still pumping into me.

He pulled out and I flipped around swallowing his cock dripping with my own sweetness. His cock pulsed and I jerked him off with my hand as his load squirted into my throat. His hips bucked and I lost my grip sending a thick rope of cum splashing on my cheek. I kept stroking him with my mouth agape catching his sperm on my outstretched tongue. His second load almost as large as the first splattered my face and tits. I rubbed his shaft over my lips and nipples smearing his sticky gift into my skin. Dan's knee buckled and he fell towards me. I caught him in my arms and held him to me kissing his forehead. I felt his lips kissing my neck as he held onto me. We held each other for quite sometime, his heart still pounding against my chest. I stood up pulling Dan with me and led him to the bathroom and ran a bath. I set him in the tub and gently washed him. He never let his gaze leave my eyes as I rubbed his sweaty body with my soapy hands. I climbed in with him and he returned the favor by washing me just as gently. 

"Are you OK?" I asked.

Dan shook his head and replied, "Yeah, I just feel so many emotions and I don't know how to pull it together."

"You don't have to be in control all the time just let go and enjoy it. You were wonderful." I kissed him passionately and slid behind him to hold him in my arms.

Midterm



It was a long hot day, one more midterm to give before lunch, she liked teaching at this school the kids where good mostly jocks.... knowing most the kids had Gym last period

She walked over to the A/C and turned it up on super cool standing in front of it the cold 

Air blowing right on her mmmmmmm her nipples harden right thought the little sundress she had on...when it's hot she doesn't wear a bra she prefers to wear a one piece lace teddy holds her small but perky breast up , her dress is white and so is the teddy....


Standing in front of the A/C she pictures her class coming in all hot and sweaty and in her mind she in vision him the star of the football team...buff daddy ...as everyone calls him 

Running her finger over her hard nipple under all the white lace is a caramel color hard nipple. Just the thought of the guy makes her wet...he was a 18 year old football God

With his dark hair and sexy eyes...he was a 6 ft plus package of trouble...the kind of guy that made you picture him in musky sheets oh yes she had many dreams of that boy in her bed.... You know what they say about Latin men. Mmmmmm she longed to find out.

Shaking her head to rid the thoughts as the kids pile in and sit behind the computers

She was about to say that this test was half their grade when Mr. Sexy himself walked in

Late as always. "Well so glad you could join us"..."please inform your girlfriend kissing is not on your midterm" the class giggles, was that a blush from Mr. Sexy?

She watches him walk to his seat in the back. ...Mmmmmm what a body he has got!

Back to work ..."OK class this is worth half your grade.... and for those of you on a team that are barely hanging on to your C's you need to do really well on this test of you want to play in the big game on Friday!"

"Good luck you have 45 mins start your computers"

The period went by fast "OK every body times up enjoy the rest of your day!"

As they all leave her phone rings "Hello"

"Yes coach I will have their grades this afternoon"

"Sure I can leave them on your desk, ok it will be around 1:30...No if they studied they will pass yes I know it's a big game and I will have the scores this afternoon" "Goodbye"

Wow that man needs to relax, she giggles and types into the data base to start grading the scores.... Ok so far so good.... 1:10 all the jocks passed so far last test to grade was that of Mr. Sexy... oh no what was he thinking Oh this is not good the best she can do is a D-

That's not good he will have to do a makeup test...can she get him to take one by Friday? Oh the coach is not going to like this.

As she walks to the Gym she sees all the boys outside wonders, which one is Mr. Sexy.

She open the door damn it hot out here...walking to the coach telling him the bad news he is pissed till she offers to give the kid a makeup test as soon as possible so he can stay in the game "He must have been distracted he knows this stuff but he has to prove it."

The coach yells for the kid to come here.... He tells him he has to retake the test right now."Go hit the showers and get back to the class room"

He shrugs and walks into the school

The coach asks about the rest of the team, she tells him about their scores

"Will you leave them on my desk inside the locker room?"

She agrees he points to the door."Go in that door walk down the hall take a left it right behind the showers thanks!" 

She walks in the door down the hall as she get closer she hears the shower running,

Could he still be in the shower? Her heart starts to beat faster as she pictures him naked

A few more steps and she is rewarded by seeing his naked butt, water running over it,

She cant move just stare...God he was Sexy!!!!

He voice scared her. "So I failed huh?"

"Yes it's seems you where distracted I am sure you will do better this time"

"Depends," he said

"Depends on what?"

"Are your nipples gonna be hard. Again?"

"What?"

"You nipple where hard I wanted to suck them that's what I was thinking the whole time."

He turned facing her now she was in shock didn't know what to say,

She just stared at this young hard God standing there damn every inch of him was hard!!

Her eyes look up and down his body..."You nipples are hard again"

"And you look hot" he walks over and grabs her hand and pushes her under the water.

"Cool off with me" the water wets her white dress you can see right though it. See the lace over her nipples...he is so close her hand on his chest...she runs her hands over his nipples as his hands explores the wet dress, he kisses her hot and deep.... She responds to his kiss with fire of her own her tore the front of her dress and teddy....

And pushes her to the wall...his hands are all over her... he sucks her breast Oh yes

She moans... she is wrapped around his young body...he pushes her against the wall sucks her nipples and kisses his way down he flat tummy he kneels in front of her she puts one legs up on his shoulder as he licks her clit so slow and soft between the feel of the water and the way he expertly uses his tongue sliding deep in and out of her flicking her clit fast as his finger slide in the hole in a matter of minutes she is coming and screaming "YES YES" after she cum he stands up as she licks her juices from his lips then down his neck to his nipples sucking everyone down his belly oh yes so tight

To his hard cock. Tracing the head with her tongue. Teasing it with her lips, then sucking just the head into her hot mouth...then sliding him all the way into her mouth pump him deep down her tight throat oh yes fuck my mouth she mumbles as his hips start to trust forward, he pulls her up and takes her again to the wall this time she slide on him his cock so big and hard slides right in her wet pussy he take her fast and hard against the wall

Then turns her around and fuck her from behind fast and hard. By this time she is close to Cumming again."Fuck me slut ass" he smiles and shoves his hard cock up her tight ass

Pumping as hard as he can fucking her good! And he shoots his cum all over her ass.

"Damn baby you are good" 

"And you just passed your midterm" he giggled "No I want to retake the test OK"

"Ok but I need some clothes you tore my dress!"

He takes her hand gives her a towel. "Come on I'll get you some Gym shorts"

They walk down the hall to her room so he can retake the test!



Midterm Exam



"Can I help you?" I asked. 

She looked at me with red and tear-filled eyes. Even so I found myself wondering again if I had never seen as beautiful a woman in my life.

"I hope to God you can," she said between sniffles. "I only took the class because I thought it would be fun, now it's gonna drag down my GPA to the point that I loose my scholarship." At the word 'scholarship' her voice cracked and the tears began to flow. 

"Whoa now," I said. Take it easy. I got up from behind my desk and came around to the front where she stood. I pulled a chair up for her and I sat on the desk. I have always felt more comfortable with my students when the desk wasn't between us. I struggled briefly for her name, than remembered it. "Megan, your not doing that badly - and a strong midterm could really turn things around for you."

She looked at me as if I had just said something insane. "I really don't that's going to happen. I'm just not getting this. It's so much harder than I thought it would be." She took a tissue out of her small hand bag and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "And without that scholarship... I'm... I'm... through here."

"It's not going to come to that," I assured her, lying a hand on her shoulder. Touching a student is always an iffy thing. But it's has always been my style especially with the student in or near tears, and anyway you can always tell when the gesture isn't appreciated. More times than not I find it's welcomed. As I discovered now.

"Thank you." She said, looking at my hand. "But what am I going to do?" She asked looking at me with such hopelessness that I almost felt like welling up myself.

I checked my watch. 8:55 AM. "Megan I know just were you are coming from, because believe it or not - I was just like you. I never got this stuff the first time I heard it myself. And it's hard when you're in a class of twenty-five and you don't want to sound like the only one who's not getting it? Am I right?"

She nodded wordlessly. Thunder rumbled outside.

"So all you need is a little bit of help. Do you have a study partner that can bring you up to speed?"

"I tried that, all it did was make it worse. Confused me all the more."

I inwardly sighed knowing the novel that I had been trying work on over my lunch breaks - over the past four years - would have to wait for me again. "Megan, helping you is very important to me. I have a meeting at 9:00 AM that I can't miss, but I have an hour free at lunch. Can you meet me back here at noon, and I'll go over it all with you again?"

She shook her head, slowly and with great regret. "No, I work at the student cafeteria from 11 till 1, and if I miss one more day there I'll loose that too." Then she seemed to be considering something. She bit her lower lip. Adorable. I already had the feeling that what ever she wanted, I was probably going to wind up being more than accommodating. "But once ever thing is set up, after about noon," she said, "all I do is sit around. If we could meet there, instead - it would be perfect."

I weighed it in my mind. The student cafeteria - 'blah' - but she was still gnawing at her lower lip and I was smitten. "Perfect!" I said lying. "We can trash it out over lunch." Then letting my sense of humor get the best of me I added; "Do they still have that world famous meatloaf?"

Megan threw her arms around me before I even saw it coming. "Oh, thank you - thank you so very much." I felt her breasts pressing against my chest and I briefly caught the whiff-of-heaven scent of her hair. I felt a heated flush rushing to my face.

"Why think nothing of it," I said. "Rescuing damsels in distress is my sideline." I don't know why, but the dumbest things always come out of my mouth when I am flustered. 

"I'll see you at noon then." She said rushing out of the class room. I didn't have time to even raise my hand in return.

I put my materials away in my bag and pulled out my umbrella. The East Coast was being lashed by the remnants of the latest hurricane to thrash its way up the country. We had been spared the brunt of the storm, but there were still three inches of standing water in the streets. Fortunately the 9:00 was in the building just next door. Even so I was nearly drowned in the storm. I couldn't remember ever seeing a rain as hard. As far as protection went, my little umbrella turned out to be woefully inadequate. 

I was late, as is my trademark, but I made it to the cafeteria by twelve-ten. The smell that assailed me was exactly the same one stored magically and somehow electronically into the memory cells of my mind, for the past twenty years. It had not changed at all. Not since I was a student on campus at this college. Revolting. 

Upon seeing me the relieve on Megan's face was plain. "I thought you had forgotten about me." She said.

The smile that spread across my face was both immediate and sincere. "Hardly." I said.

Over lunch (I passed on the meatloaf) I slowly and thoroughly went over the concepts that had been escaping Meagan over the first half semester. She was by no means stupid, quite far from it. Her grasp of things once defined to her, was as fine as any I had ever seen. She reminded me a lot of when I was a student. A lot. It neared one O'clock and I was just about to make my final point and wrap it all up for her in one dramatic flare of inspired teaching, when the roof fell in.

By that I don't mean that my teaching failed to make impact, but quite literally the roof fell in. It seems that the three inches of water lying in the streets was also lying atop the flat roof of the cafeteria. The current thunder burst was more than the old roof could take. A huge section of the ceiling fell in just over the kitchen area. A ton of water hit the blackened grill in a flash of steam and sudden noise. A scream went up from several of the female students, some of the guys shouted in surprise. Fortunately no one was hurt, but my inspired instruction came to an unexpected end. Or so I believed. 

I helped the kitchen staff herd the student body toward the two exits. Some of the younger girls were screaming hysterically, you would have thought that they had been killed. I have never understood post teen-age hysterics and I was impressed when I saw Megan standing impassively at the door waiting for me. She watched the screaming girls run by and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Freshmen!" She said.

I stifled a laugh into my hand. Just outside lightning flashed and set off another round of screams from several points across the campus lawn. I looked at Megan who was wearing a thin pink tee-shirt that didn't quite cover her belly-button and low riding cutoff jeans. "Your going to get soaked," I said. "I would offer you a ride, but I walked over from my office."

"That's OK," Megan said. "My dorm is only three blocks up." Then she bit her lip again. It was like a fast ball pitcher giving away his best weapon, but a look that I found myself growing quite fond of. "Listen," she said with some hesitation, "I really feel like I was just on the verge of getting this. If you have nothing else to do - could we finish this in my dorm?"

I considered. There were no hard and fast rules about instructors being in the dorm rooms, nothing written in stone. But doing so could be seen as an impropriety, and even a fully vested professor such as myself, could find himself looking for work if someone took exception to my being there. As I let the debate wage the war in my mind for a moment, I saw Megan do something that I had only once see directed at myself once before in my life. She ran her tongue around her lips. It happened so quickly that I almost missed it. Then just as quickly I convinced myself that I could not have seen... - it was just insane. At forty, I was twice this girls age. No, I was sure - I had to have been mistaken. And that quickly before doubt could set in again, Megan was dashing out the door and into the heavy downpour. 

Just an hour past high noon and it looked like twilight outside. Thick black clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. Lightning frequently jumped from cloud to cloud and from cloud to the ground. I stepped outside and felt suddenly old as I paused to open my conservative black umbrella. There was a time that I too would have just run pell-mell into the rain. I struggled to catch up.

Once I caught her I managed to match Megan's gait stride for stride, but I thanked the gods that we only had a block left to go. She was burying me. The girl was all leg. At one point she even turned around and walked backward to hear what I was saying. She didn't seem to loose a bit of speed. Just then, with Megan walking backward and myself mid-sentence about something which I have long since forgotten, a lightning bolt issued from the sky and tore my field of vision in two. The sound was tremendous. I about jumped out of my skin. I froze in my tracks, almost involuntarily. Megan however - even though the lightening had struck behind her - didn't even flinch. She just kept up her long pace backwards. I pressed to catch up again. Over a second clap of the thunder, which rolled across the campus like a thing of great weight, I asked her; "Doesn't anything frighten you?"

"Yes," she said through an impish grin, her hair down across her face and water running in her eyes, "the idea that you still believe that we are going to my room to just study."

This stopped me in my tracks a record setting second time. I even lowered my umbrella to my side in surprise. "We're not?" I asked. I couldn't keep the incredulousness out of my voice.

"I don't think so." She said and turned forward to run. "Although I still hope to learn something," she yelled over her shoulder as she again put half a block between us.

I caught up to her just as she entered the dorm building. No word was spoken between us then. I stood in the lobby and shaking the excess water from my umbrella, and trying to decide what to do. I decided to play along for a while and followed her into the elevator. She hit the 15th floor and I suppressed a grin. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing." I said, but when she threw me a comical pout I volunteered more. "I used to live on 15," I said, "when I went here."

"You were a student here?" She asked, sounding more surprised that I would have liked. 

"Yes, but it was back before they invented the elevator - so I had to hike up and down all 15 floors all day long." 

She tossed me a look let me know that she understood I was just trying to have one over on her. The girl was just as sharp as I had given her credit for. Megan had been standing against the far wall of the elevator her arms crossed in an 'x' over her body for warmth. She shivered, and large goose bumps stood out on her arms. "You were right," she said dropping her arms to her sides, "I am soaked to the skin - look at me."

I took more than a look. The soaking had made Megan's pink little tee nearly transparent. She wore no bra. Her nipples stood out firm and high on her breasts and an old Bob Segar song started playing in my head. "She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes And points all her own sitting way up high. Way up firm and high ..." I tried to be gentlemen enough to look away, but my stare lingered far too long. The elevator doors opened. Megan strode into the halls making the maze of lefts and rights that I had long since forgotten. When she paused in front of room 1569 I laughed aloud.

"Don't tell me?" Megan said, as if reading my mind.

"Yep," I answered. "My old room."

"Well, come on up to 15 and 69." She said. I guess my mouth fell open slightly. "You didn't say that in your day eh?" She asked. 

I shook my head slightly.

"But that's what we are here for, isn't it?" She asked, her hand paused on the door knob.

I took a longing look at those breasts, that flat little tummy. Her soft face and angelic eyes, and I spoke the honest truth. "God, I hope so!"

She stepped into the room and I started to close the door behind us. "You'll have to leave it open." She said.

"What?" I asked.

She laughed. "I know. It's pretty arcane, but that's the rule. If there is a man in the room the door has to stay open."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, but you can't see the bed from the hallway and besides..." She took my hand and put it to her shorts, just over the zipper. She placed her hand over mine and pressed hard, grinding herself against the palm of my hand. The heat coming from her soaked jeans made me believe that the rain hadn't done all of that work. "...makes it a little more exciting doesn't it?" She winked at me. "Besides, you wouldn't want to get me in trouble would you? With the door rule? It's one rule I just hate to break." 

"I wouldn't want to get YOU in trouble?" I said laughing.

I was about to remove my hand when she pulled in her belly yanked her jeans at the belt line and stuck my hand in the opening. My fingers touched smooth chiffon like panties and beneath that felt her mound which burned with heat. I gasped and said, "Do you have any idea how effectively you are seducing me?" 

"Show me." She said, putting her free hand behind my head and pulling me in for our first kiss.

I stared briefly into her clear green eyes and saw such depth, such vitality. Had I ever been this alive? This young? Her eyes danced and sparkled with excitement. I put her head in the crook of my left arm and kissed her deeply. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and met her own. We battled fiercely and with great desire. My right hand was still in her pants, I found the top of her panties with one finger and pushed them lower. Running my fingers lightly across her I felt only the smallest tuft of pubic hair. 

She broke the kiss and pushed me back, and for one terrible instant I was sure that it had been a set up and that she was going to yell rape. My eyes flew to the open door.

"Sit on the bed," she said. "I have been fantasying about this moment for weeks now and I don't want to blow it now, just because I'm nervous." As I sat down she walked over to a small CD player and pressed a button. I knew the song before the second cord. Prince, When Doves Fly. She bit her lower lip again and - eyes still closed - started to sway in place. Then she began to dance for me. And strip.

The tee-shirt was the first to go. It came off with such ease and grace that it was gone before I knew that it was going to happen. I heard myself sucking air between my teeth. Megan was more beautiful than I had even imagined. Her long thin torso was graced by perfectly proportioned breasts, which sat majestically over a belly just as flat and firm as any man could desire. When she turned her hips a taunt little line that ran from just above her belly button to the bottom of her rib cage showed off her perfectly segmented stomach. I thought of telling her that this line was caused by the rectus abdominis muscles - but for once I was able to keep my nervous mouth shut. 

I looked again at the open door. Megan was correct, from where I was sitting on the bed the hallway was out of my line of sight, but anyone walking along there would be able to see Megan just fine. It seemed to matter to her not at all. I discovered that I didn't care much either. 

Megan sang the lyrics right along with the artist formerly known as Prince. When she got to the words; "Touch if you will my stomach, see how it trembles inside..." she put my hand on her belly and I felt her muscles rippling beneath her oh-so-soft flesh as she swayed from side to side with the beat of the music. She stepped back from me again, just out of reach. Her finger played lightly with the snap of her cutoff's and I felt my heart thundering in my chest... She unsnapped them and slowly and seductively lowered the short zipper. "This is what it sounds like, when doves cry..." The panties were pink to match the departed tee-shirt. She dropped the shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. This beautiful woman/child who could be no more than 20, 21 years old, stood before me. Her long dark hair nearly covering her breasts, her tall and lanky body so finely toned and now coated in a fine sheen of sweat. The question that I had asked myself in the morning was now answered. She was unquestionably the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. Then she looked at me with those impossibly green eyes and said; "Are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

"It is not possible for you to be enjoying this as much as I am." I said honestly.

She flashed me a smile that could have been measured in megawatts, and turned away from me - showing me her back side. Then as she looked at me over her shoulder and out of the corner of her eye, she bent slightly at the waist and slipped out of her panties. When the delicate fabric brushed over her perfect and round little ass it made a sound like a whisper... ssshhhh. I think that I stopped breathing entirely. Oh sweet heaven what an ass! 

Then she slowly turned and faced me again, dancing for me until the song's end. Her bush was neatly trimmed, shaved to nearly bald. Only a small vertical strip of black hair remained above her vagina. Before the last ringing cord had stopped echoing across the small room Megan dashed toward me and leapt into my lap, straddling me. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that!" She said excitedly. "Oh, God! I was terrified! Did you really like it?"

I opened my mouth to answer but she cut me off. "No, don't answer that - let me check for myself!" She reached down between her legs and touched the front of my pants. What she found there was something that was alive and very dangerous. "Oh!" She said, her eyes widening. "Oh, I think you liked it very much."

Any question in my mind that I had just been 'playing along' died when she touched me. I knew that I had to have her. Open door or no, I wanted her so badly that I wouldn't give a damn if all of the department heads strode into the dorm room at once. The need was something that I could taste.

"You know," she said with a smile. "I'm sitting on your lap as naked as I was the day that I was born - and you're still fully dressed. Doesn't that make you feel the slightest bit awkward?"

"Ver..." I had to cough and clear my throat. It had suddenly become rather dry. "Very."

"Would you like me to help you do something about that?"

"That," I said, "would be wonderful."

We stood and she helped me out of my jacket, hanging it neatly over a chair. She turned back to me and her eyes never leaving mine, undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. She slipped her hands inside my shirt and let them play across my chest and down my belly. She deftly unfastened my belt and ran the zipper down. My pants fell to the floor. She kissed my chest, worked her way down to my belly then wrapped her lips around my cock through my briefs and exhaled deeply. Her hot breath on my shaft sent an almost electric shock running up my spine. My head snapped back, and a moan escaped my lips. She dropped to her knees and slipped her hands behind me. She tugged at my underwear and pulled them to the floor. "Oh, my." She said again.

She pulled at my ass and drove me into her waiting mouth. As her lips enveloped me I slipped my hands into her hair. Megan slurped and sucked at my cock. She reached a hand up and pushed at my stomach - urging me back on to the bed. I fell back hard and the old iron frame loudly creaked its complaint. I laid back on the bed, my legs hanging over the side and Megan between my knees. She played her hands up and down my body, grasping my chest in her hands and squeezing with great force. She ran her teeth the full length of my cock and back, driving me wild with desire. "Megan!" I nearly yelled.

"Mr. Webe.." She lifted her head to say, but I put a finger to her soft wet lips.

"Andy." I said. "My name is Andy."




Midterm Exam



"Andy." She said softly. "What we do now?"

"At the door," I said almost shyly, "you said something about the number sixty-nine."

"A certifiable mind reader we have here." She said with a laugh as she got to her hands and knees and turned around over my body. 

For the briefest moment I looked at her body from an entirely new prospective. From the underside, looking up. Aside from her breasts of course, her torso was a perfect plain. There wasn't the hint of a belly or an ounce of fat. Her tits didn't hang, as they would with most women in this position. They just sat. Gravity defied. Then she lowered he pussy to my lips and I spread the mounds of flesh apart with my tongue. The smell was as fresh as a wheat field after a rain, and her taste was like honey. I didn't eat her pussy. I attacked it. I thrust my tongue into her body and tortured her with it. I tormented her clit as I drove my ring-finger deeply inside her. She squirmed upon my face and nearly wriggled away. I grabbed her thighs with both hands and drove my tongue even further up her snatch. All while she worked at my organ and moaned deeply. A feeling grew in the pit of my stomach, a sense of urgency and desire. I felt my balls tighten and I knew that unchecked the explosion was coming. I nearly yelled. "Stop, stop!" I said. 

She crawled back up my body pressed her chest to mine. Her pussy hovered fractions of an inch over my throbbing cock, I could feel its heat against my dick. She kissed my lips and whispered in my ear; "Tell me what you want now, Andy."

My breath came in short gulps, but the word was out of my stupid mouth before I could stop it. "Impale." I said.

She smiled knowingly. "Say it!" She said. "Tell me exactly what to do!"

"Impale yourself upon my cock." I said in a deep and guttural command.

With no hesitation at all, and only a glint in her eye she sat straight up and raised herself slightly away from me. Then she drove herself hard, down upon my waiting spike. I thrust myself into her fully and there was only the smallest feeling of resistance as I buried myself inside her. She was so tight that I nearly came with the first thrust. I grabbed a hold of her ass with both hands as she lifted and slammed herself against me the second time. She filled her lungs with air, her chest expanded and her tits rode high - and she let out a scream. "Aaaahhh fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK ME! Fuck my shaved little pussy!"

I reached up and grabbed her tits, grabbed them hard. "Oh, God!" I yelled. Matching her own volume. 

She bounced on me with a speed and frenzy that I had only dreamt of. The bed creaked so loudly that it had to be heard on every floor. I grasped her ass again and drove into her again and again. The headboard of the bed thundered against the wall as if trying to compete with the show outside. 

Megan started to roll to her side and I went with her. I found myself atop her and fucked her with abandon! I grabbed her hands by the wrists and held them far over her head. Her long body stretched even tauter and I pounded into it. Our bellies slapped out a rhythm became a three part harmony, joining the creaking bed and the banging headboard. Megan started making music of her own, each time I slammed into her she said; "Oh, OH, OH, OH!" Soon the dorm room was a chorus of "O's". 

A sweat broke out on my forehead and Megan's body was just glistening. I raised up to watch my cock disappear into her cunt and suddenly the feeling was upon me again. "I'm going to come!" I shouted to be heard.

"Wait!" She said. She put a hand to my chest. "Not like this!" She climbed out from underneath me and got on her hands and knees. She waved her ass at me and said; "Like this."

I stood on the floor behind her and entered her from behind. She reached between her legs and alternately fondled my balls and fingered her clit. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. She spoke and I couldn't understand her. "What?" I asked as I fucked her.

"Is this... how you... want to... cum?" She said between my long and deep strokes. "Or would... you like... to fuck... my ass...?"

"Dear God." I said.

She reached behind herself and guided me in... The feeling was like trying to put on a glove that's three sizes too small. At first I thought that it wasn't going to work at all. Then I felt myself pop in. I had my cock buried in her ass. I took a slow and tentative stroke. But she urged me on and ground her ass against me. I took another, and yet another. With my cock I could feel her masturbating fiercely right through her ass! It was the most exquisite thing that I have ever felt. 

As if a world away I heard her phone ring. Once, then four times. Still I thrust into her. I faintly heard the answering-machine pick up. "Hi! This is Megan, and if it's about Two O'clock I'm busy fucking my professor. I'll get back to you later. Much later".

I smiled widely, and doubled my efforts. This time when the feeling hit, I knew that there would be no stopping it. "Oh My!" I yelled. I got my hands under her belly and lifted her right off of the bed as I thrust into her. I felt her drive her hand into her snatch as I started to shake, the orgasm upon me. 

"That's it! That's it!" She hollered. "Aaarrrggg me too!" She clamped her ass so tightly around my cock that I couldn't move. Forward or back. It didn't matter, I was pumping my load deeply into her ass. She came with me.

I nearly collapsed upon her. I wound up lying on my side behind her, still engaged. 

We stayed that way for a very long time. I gently ran my hand across her belly and breasts. I whispered in her ear. "Phenomenal." I said totally at a loss for words. A rarity for me. For once in my life I felt totally at peace with myself, and more than just a little bit sleepy.

"How long have I been in your class?" She asked softly. "Why did this take this long?"

I felt suddenly unnaturally drowsy and wasn't sure that I had answered her question.

"What did you say?" I asked, just on the verge of consciousness.

"I just don't understand this..." she said. Lightning flashed just outside the window and brought me back to reality.

"I'm sorry, um... Megan is it? What did you say?"

"I said, Professor Weber, that I don't understand this... I'm not getting it at all. And I wish you could make it clearer for me."

I sighed and looked at my watch. 8:50 AM. Ten more minutes and I would be done with this stupid class... The minutes ticked slowly by.



Midterm Holiday Ch. 1



Author's Note: The first couple of "Perspectives" stories deal with the freshman year of Reed Johnson. This is the first in a group of stories about college students at Haverlawn University - a FICTIONAL school. I apologize to those who think theses stories are too long - I cannot just "get right to the sex" without telling a story. The tales would appear incomplete, inadequate, and not worth your time reading. Send comments/feedback/tips on how to change the story, with story ideas, or just your general feelings on my writing. Enjoy!

The next month and a half for Reed Johnson fell under the classification of "interesting." Academic-wise, Reed was finally grabbing a handle on 18 credits (12 of those University Requirements) - with a little "help" from his roomie Alex (though "cheating" was not always considered "help"). By the Thanksgiving Break, he figured his grades were Bs; Midterms were the week after the Thanksgiving holiday. Reed was happy to head home for Thanksgiving; real food, seeing his family, and to rest from his many "excursions." 

Ever since his decision in early September, Reed became Tamara Cooke's "good friend"; they hung out almost as much as Kevin and her did. Most of their outings ended in wild, almost animalistic, sex satisfying them both for days (sometimes denying Kevin to his dismay). Reed enjoyed his new "friend with benefits"; an untold result of the friendship was all the females that Reed became known to - UPPERCLASSMEN females. Not by his doing, his "talents" became known in certain circles... His cock, not the biggest (some basketball player had a rumored 13 inch monster), was touted as "very lively" and "energetic." His tongue, again not the longest, thickest, or most flexible (he couldn't twist a cherry stem to save his life) was praised for its vigor and hungry intensity it carried when it ate out a girl (same intensity he gave when he fucked). Suffice it to say, by mid-November Alex had a little reputation on campus as a "ladies man." He ended up with a couple more "good friends" during this time. Being a Newbie, most of the campus didn't believe it - but the few who knew the truth were all the more happy to keep Reed's tongue (and cock) to themselves.

He headed home the Tuesday of Thanksgiving... he ate enough for three people during the break. Midterms the following week were outrageously difficult; he did not spend time with Tamara (do not worry - Kevin did) as he studied late every night to make sure his B standing stayed. Alex helped a lot: studying tips ("When all else fails, cheat"), getting some "stuff" (a close remake of the "punch" from the first party), and not making too big a racket at three in the morning with other dormsters goofing off. By the last Midterm, Reed was exhausted yet relieved. 

Friday brought the last Midterm on campus and the unofficial Midterm Break. Midterm break at Haverlawn University followed the Thanksgiving Break. Many schools do not follow this practice; they either made the holiday a midterm break or did not give the students time off for midterms. Haverlawn however did not operate like most schools; a week separated Thanksgiving from Midterm break, followed by two weeks of classes, finals the days before Christmas, and the long winter break. So, many students would go home Thanksgiving and the following midterm break.

Reed was one of a few hundred that did not go back home for the Midterm break. All of the professors left that Friday - many not to return until the following Monday (with the midterm grades and report cards). Reed and Alex spent the early days of the break watching television on their "new" dish (a "gift" from Alex's cousin), took a little road trip to Arcadia University in Virginia, and a little dorm party presented by the football team (who all stayed because of the big games the next two Saturdays against Lafay College and Odeon University- road games). By the Thursday of the break, Reed and Alex (particularly Alex) were somewhat restless. They wanted more to do; the trip to Arcadia and the huge parties they went to (the campus was not on vacation) spoiled them immensely. 

That is when Chris Collings - who lived in room 221 in their building - came up with the idea for "Manhunt." Telling them both later that day, Alex nearly hugged the sophomore. "Shit, that's a banging idea!"

Reed was less enthused, but intrigued at the premise of the game. A "adult" version of hide and seek, Reed was surprised at 11 pm that night when he saw close to 20 people waiting for Chris, Alex, and himself to play the game. Gathering around the front of a faculty building, the group faced Chris and Alex. Before speaking, Reed did pass on a "hello" to Kevin and Tamara - and the teenage girl with them. He was about to ask her name when Chris began talking.

"Hey there! Glad ya all decided to get out of your room to play. The others are just lil bitches for not joining us," he chuckled, followed by half the group at that remark, "but we gonna have a blast!! Riiight?!"

"YEAH!!" came the group's reply, followed by claps and hoots of cheer. Watching the display, Reed knew this game was going to be fun...

"For those of you who don't know how to play, here's a quick summary of da rules." Chris continued. "We gonna have two pairs of Killers - a guy and girl since we have equal of each - while the rest of us go run and hide. Object of Manhunt: Killers are to catch all the Runners - that's us - within 30 minutes or the game is over. Any questions?"

Looking around and not seeing any, Chris was about to continue when Alex spoke up, "Hey, why not make it more interesting?"

"How Mr. Smarty Pants?" Humored Kevin.

"We keep the rules - but add a lil 'spice' to the mix. Say, whoever gets caught has to do whatever their captors tell them - no matter how humiliating."

Murmurs spread through the group for a few minutes. Turning to Chris and Alex, Reed asked, "Anything? No matter what?"

Nod reply.

"SOOOO... who's still gonna play?"

Hesitation, then everyone piped in with agreements. Tamara, though looked to the teen next to her and gave her a stern look. "I don't think you should-"

"Come on," the teen replied in a whiny voice, "I didn't come down here to sit around the room - or be hoarded away while you and Kevin fuck ya brains out!"

Faces flushed, Tamara and Kevin stared at the teen. Those around who overheard chuckled, embarrassing them more. "Fine," she hissed out, "if you want to play, go ahead."

"Don't worry, I wont get caught." Giggling, the teen gave Alex and Chris a thumb's up. With that, Chris continued, "The settings are here Dunbard Hall, and that building over there Miller Hall." He pointed to a building about two hundred yards from Dunbard Hall. "The 'safe house' is ugly ass Victory Square Hall - by the Water Tower. Got it?"

More shouts of "yeah" were the reply. 

"Good. I need four Killers..." 

Five minutes later, Reed was running along the halls of Dunbard Hall, three others right behind him. One of those three was that teen Tamara try to force home... must be related he thought as they crashed into one of the many darkened classrooms. Hiding behind desks, all three tried to hold their breaths - their breathing might cause them to get caught. For an eternity they all hid scared to move - for Reed he jumped at every little noise the whole time. Also, his mind raced at thoughts of the others; if Chris caught someone, what would he do to them? Especially if it's a female (and of all the females playing, none were what you would call ugly)... would he make her do anything? Soon, a blaring whistle sounded... 

"That's the signal right?" asked the teen her voice sounding right behind Reed startling him. Half jumping out his clothes, he turned back to her shadowy figure and nodded. Silence followed; realizing she probably didn't see his nod, he whispered, "Maybe. I still think we have time..."

The teen was up and heading for the door. The two others whispered for her to get back, but she ignored them. Following her, Reed stepped into the darkened hallway...

"SHIIIT!" the teen and Reed said almost simultaneously. At the end of the hall was one of the "Killers" - tall, athletic brunette with long legs, boyish haircut, wearing jeans, turtleneck, and sneakers. Laughing, she ran towards them screaming, "Gotcha!" 

Laughing uncontrollably, Reed grabbed the teen's hand and began running the opposite way. By the staircase, they both took the steps two at a time, a few times almost falling. Yet, the female was right behind them. Making it from the fifth to the second floor, Reed barreled through the doors into the long hallway. Seeing no one, he ran for any open classroom - the teen right on his heels. Finding an open classroom, he dives in hitting the tiled floor hard, the teen closing and locking the door behind them. The wait nearly killed them...

A harried twist of the locked door, then shouts alerted to the Killer being outside. "I know you in there... shit, if I only had a key!" Banging the door, the Killer walks away angry. Another anxiety-filled wait followed for both the teen and Reed, neither speaking to one another. 

She sat next to him beside the door in the darkness... he breathing was stable, soft, almost calm. But it was not her breathing... he finally realized something when they were startled by the blaring tone of the whistle again. As he inched to the door, he grinned. Opening the door and taking a peek, Reed prepared himself for anything.

"Reed! You survived!" Alex's cheerful voice boomed from the end of the hallway. Seeing him, he stood by the door laughing, the teen peeking her head out. "The kid too! Good show!" His fake British accent making him sound down right comical to the teen. 


"You make it?" Reed asked.

"Damn right. I made it to the 'safe house' just as the first whistle blew. Heard you, the teen," pointing to the girl, "Thomas and Michelle were almost caught by that cheating biatch Carrie. She used the first whistle to capture three others."

"Damn," the teen replied as the trio made their way for the "safe house" by the Water Tower. On arrival, Reed saw some laughing, smirking, absolutely upset faces. Tamara's face held a smirk; Kevin's a huge face-shrouding frown of disappointment. Looking to the Killers, he saw why...

Of the two guys and gals, they caught 10 of the 16 people - and each took a reward from their "victims." The females held shirts, money, and even two pairs of boxers; the guys held earrings, money also, and one (Chris - that SOB) held two pairs of panties - one peach, one black. Looking their way, Tamara ran over and hugged the teen tightly. 

"Jolene, you didn't get caught did you?"

"Nah," she replied, "This cutie here," poking Reed's sides, "rushed me away from that cheater to safety." Looking at him, Jolene's smile did something to Reed only Tamara's have done - melt his insides.

He was still staring at the smile when Tamara elbowed him. "Watch it mister; this here is my younger sister Jolene. She's a HIGH SCHOOL senior."

Coughing, Reed looked at Tamara with a mix of hurt and embarrassment. Alex laughed loudly; Jolene looked back at her older sister sticking out her tongue. 

"Ok... MOM." Tamara's face grew dark as Alex's laugh increased making him double over. Reed even had to laugh at that; Jolene's voice when she said it was like a little kid.

Giggling, Jolene stood an inch or two shorter than Tamara. Yet, that's where the differences ended. She had those same alert, round eyes like Tamara's; her build (nice toned legs in a pair of black tight dress pants, perky tits straining against her tight shirt, hips and thighs nice and firm) spoke similarly to their being related. The hair - raven black with streaks of blue - fell a little past her shoulders adding to her youthful look. Though she was no older than 18, Reed suddenly realized she carried herself much like her older sister - much like many of the mature females on the campus.

Again he caught himself staring at her... this time Tamara did not notice (Kevin came by complaining how he lost 50 dollars for being caught). Jolene was the only one - and her eyes were staring right back at him full of fire and energy. Minutes past; finally Reed had to break it when Chris and Alex called them all together. A second game was being played; this time Reed made sure he was a Killer (shouting "Make ME a KILLER!!!" nonstop); he was paired with Michelle (short pudgy Hispanic junior) as they counted to 50 with their eyes closed. At 50, he opened them and saw no one around - the campus was eerily silent.

Reed and Michelle headed for Miller Hall while the other duo took Dunbard (though he wanted Dunbard; he knew where some kids would be hiding). Shrugging, they walked into the older Social Science building. The halls were well lit; all the lights were still on making hiding in corners impossible. Yet, the shape of the building (a three-story X) made it hard to find anyone together.

"Let's split up," Michelle suggested. When Reed nodded, he headed for the upper portion of the X-shaped building alone; his shoes occasionally scuffed the floor squeaking (he cringed when it did). He searched the first and second floors but found no one. 

By the third floor, he wasn't expecting to find anyone. Then... 

BAAMMM!! Hearing the unmistakable sound of a textbook falling, he half hopped looking for the classroom. Passing by three, he heard whispered curses come out of a fourth on his right. Taking a deep breath, he ran to the doorway and stopped standing flat against it. He waited holding his breath, his heart racing...

Two students walked out not seeing him. When they did, they both shouted and ran down the hall to the staircases. Reed was about to chase them when he heard a scream from inside the room - 

Walking in turning on the lights, he saw Jolene standing there shocked her eyes squinting. Seeing Reed, her face grew shrouded in a frown; she was actually caught! Smiling, Reed stood by the door, "Gotcha Jolene. Don't run cause ain't no way you getting past me."

Nodding, she approached him. "Ya got me... I gotta do whatever ya say now huh?"

"What?" Reed's mind raced. He just remembered the stipulation Chris added... Will he make her do anything? If he does will she tell Tamara? Would Tamara kill him if he took her money or -

OR. He wouldn't dare of making her do anything sexual - would he? Looking at her youthful face, she must have read his thoughts for she shook her head. "No, I will not tell Tammy - I promise, k?"

Nodding before he could think, Reed turned out all but one of the light switches. A row of desks in the back were illuminated; he headed back there waving Jolene to follow him. Standing a foot from her, Reed was still reluctant to make a move. "I could just take her shoes," Reed murmured...

Jolene dropped to her knees shocking him. Her hands reached for his black jeans; he stood frozen when they began unbuckling the belt then unbuttoning his jeans. Hearing the zipper awoke him from the daze; he grabbed her hands pulling them away, "What are you doing?"

Jolene looked up at him her eyes searching. "You know you want this - just too scared to ask cause of my sis." Her tone was stern - almost harsh. "Don't worry, I have done enough of these to be pretty good at it." With that, she pushed his hands away and reached for the zipper.

When she got the zipper down, her hands grabbed Reed's jeans and yanked them down exposing his briefs. Stunned, Reed stood still not knowing what to do or how to react - 

Well, his cock knew how to react. It began to stir in his briefs; the bulge was beginning to show. Grabbing his crotch, she squeezed it hard once making Reed gasp; his shaft knew what Jolene's intentions were. 

"Just relax Reed." Jolene whispered as her hands tucked his briefs down to join his jeans at his ankles. Now his cock was free and inches from her face, growing erect in the cool night air. Inching closer, Jolene began to slowly lick the growing head. A shudder went through Reed; his moan filled the room as she began a slow licking tempo her hands rubbing his balls and his pubic hair. 

From the tip she licked the underside of his eight-inch dick slowly leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. At the base, her tongue expertly teased his balls, causing more moans to escape his mouth and him to relax more. Finally out of his frozen state, Reed's hands reached for her head. Rubbing her hair as she licked his shaft, Reed was totally enthralled in pleasure. She was very good at giving a blowjob...

He sucked in a breath when her pouty lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. Pre-cum oozed out as her warm mouth moved forward engulfing more of him into her. Reed couldn't believe it - he didn't want to believe it. His mind raced with shouts and screams about how wrong this was... but he blocked them out or ignored them. What mattered now was looking down...

Looking down he watched at Jolene's head began a slow bobbing as she sucked him. That tongue, swirling around as her lips rubbed from the base to the tip over and over was almost alive. "OOOOHHH MMMMM YEESSS," he moaned approval as his hips began to thrust back driving his cock deeper into her mouth.

Garbled groans came from Jolene vibrating on his cock; the sensation drove him to thrust harder, making her moan more and causing more vibrations. The vibrating of her lips set his body afire; his hands grabbed her head and began guiding her head to push deeper onto his cock. Grabbing his thighs to steady herself, Jolene let Reed guide her head over his cock faster and deeper. Soon, her face would be buried in his pubic hair on each thrust. Louder moans and gags escaped her as his cock fucked her mouth hard and fast thrusting a little down her throat. 

She felt her own sex tingling at the sensations his cock had on her lips and tongue. More moans came out as Reed quickened the pace driving his manhood deeper into her mouth relishing the warmth. Squeezing his thighs, she tightened her legs together but couldn't hold back the trickling of her juices. Soon the trickling would become the wet spot on her black panties; she was beginning to enjoy the forceful way he treated her mouth. Her pleasure increased when she felt a hand reaching under her searching for her left tit. Finding it thru her tight shirt, Reed gave it a hard squeeze sending shivers down Jolene's spine.

The nipple quickly hardened; her young body was melting as his hand set a steady squeezing pace to match his thrusting hips. Jolene's pussy quivered wanting some attention as it oozed more juices soaking her panties. Reed's hand found the erect nipple pushing against the shirt; squeezing it Jolene squealed and moaned onto his cock. Licking and sucking him deeper into her mouth, she took her hands from him, pulled up her shirt, and lifted her bra above her breasts. Her hands grabbed his and placed them on her now exposed tits; Reed needed no instruction as they began rubbing and pinching them sending tendrils of pleasure through Jolene. All the moaning and licking was sending Reed into the final moments...

"MMMMMMMMMM," Jolene hummed/moaned onto his cock as his hands massaged her tits and erect nipples. That sent him over the edge... feeling the churning in his balls, he tried pulling his hips away. Not letting go of his cock, Jolene kept sucking and licking his cock and balls. Reed grew nervous; he didn't want to cum in her mouth - he couldn't do this to Tamara's sister!

She's already giving ya a blowjob, his mind mused, so let her finish and just cum in her mouth. Still intent on not shooting in her mouth, he moved his hands from her tits and pushed her head off him. His cock escaped with a loud pop, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. Looking up, she smiled flashing those perky tits; Reed thought the sight was so kinky he felt the first spurt of cum escape his cock.




Midterm Holiday Ch. 2



Perspectives – Freshman Year

Chapter 2: Friday's Sparks and Saturday's Jam

Hello all... I apologize for the tardiness in finishing Reed's midterm holiday. I did not know if I wanted to make this story four short ones; I felt it better at first to make the events of Friday and at the party Saturday one story for your benefit (less wait for 4 to be submitted). Now… I have decided to combine them into two long stories – wish that works for you all! I hope those who read this and the other stories enjoy them - if not (or if you do enjoy), send the feedback my way via voting and emails. Cause if you do not like them, I will stop writing about Reed and go on to the OTHER stories I've written in between the PERSPECTIVES ones. ENJOY!!

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"You gonna do WHAT Alex?" Reed asked as he and Alex walked along the main avenue in Haverlton. The cool autumn air was brisk; both were clad in their black leather jackets and dark jeans (Reed's from Old Navy; Alex from the Gap) as they headed for one of the many restaurants in the college town. Few were on the street on that early Friday afternoon; it seemed that the town did not have anyone in it being so quiet and peaceful.

"Yes Reed," Alex said watching a pickup go by, "Chris and I want to throw a party in the dorm. We the only three people in Grissom Hall; no one would be bothered by our music and dancing."

"But," Reed retorted, "what about the music? Our CD system is not powerful enough to blast music the way you want. Plus there's the food, drinks, and not to mention the police watch-"

Alex snorted ending Reed's comment. Stopping at an intersection, Alex turned to Reed his face stern. "The police won't bother us if we do not cause an incident: I do not expect to - and neither does Chris. We gonna only invite people we know... maybe a few we don't. But, the whole campus ain't gonna be at this-"

Nodding emphatically, Alex continued to walk onward Reed following behind somewhat perplexed. Isn't 215 THEIR room? How come he had no say if this party was going to happen or not? And...

"Who is going to supply all the music and stuff? It sure as hell not gonna be me you know..."

Laughing, Alex replied, "Chris said he is handling those areas. All we need to do is get people to the dorm..." 

His voice trailed off as he entered a small pizzeria - Greyhound Pizza - and waved to the students and other patrons inside. Reed followed behind even less sure he wanted the party to happen now. Upon entering, Reed saw Marla, Kevin, a few of the players from last night's Manhunt, some others who were staying on campus - 

AND Jolene.

Reed didn't make direct eye contact with her. He could not; what happened the night before left a mark on him and her (no pun intended). Not only did she give him - a stranger by all accounts - a blowjob (though a darn good one), she let his cum splash all over her tits rubbing it all over. For all Reed knew, she slept that way (hopefully she got rid of the stain on her chin) and that unnerved him greatly. 

How was he going to talk to Tamara knowing what he did to her LITTLE SISTER (though she accepted her fate)? Though Jolene didn't say no, Reed knew better than to take advantage of her...

Or did he?

Before he could answer, Alex and Reed were by a long table where Tamara and some of the others sat. Alex greeted them then got right to the point: "Chris and I - Reed too - are having a lil party Saturday in our dorm rooms. It's gonna be two rooms, two CD players going, food, drinks - the whole thing. Who's in?"

Those at the table past glances at each other for a few moments. Reed stood by hoping most would decline; he really did not want the party to happen. Alex stood anxious and fidgety; he stepped from foot to foot waiting. Then, in a flood, all the students there agreed...

"I will be there too Reed," Jolene said winking and smiling that toothy grin of hers. Some of the students choked out laughs; Tamara gave Reed a brief but cold glare before turning to her boyfriend Kevin. Alex clapped his hands together. "Yes! Now the party is gonna be the SHIT! Catch ya all around 10 tomorrow night?"

When he received nods and murmurs of "yes" Alex immediately went to the pay phone inside the pizzeria and began dialing. Reed stood a moment longer staring before he walked up to the counter to order himself something. After ordering, Reed turns around and is surprised when he sees Tamara standing before him. He held his breath; her outfit (blue jeans, gray sweater, sneakers) was not the reason. The face she had was one of... rile. Before he could speak, Tamara whispered, "Reed, something happened between you and Jolene - don't deny it. HOWEVER, I will not kill you... yet." After that, she grabbed some napkins and walked back to the table.

None at the table saw the seen except for Jolene. Seeing his face, Jolene's grew hard as she stared down her older sister as she sat. Giving Reed one last glance, she turned to her sister and spoke in hushed tones. Reed continued to wait for his order when Alex returned whistling and smiling. "Newbie," he chimed, "Chris has most of the stuff already. Seems he drove to the big city after our talk and is getting most of the drinks and food. This party is going to HAPPEN..."

Reed's spirits shrunk more at the idea of a wild party in his dorm room. After getting his food and paying, Reed headed for his room to sit and eat in peace; Alex stayed to answer questions and chill with his friends. Before he realized, Reed opened his eyes somewhat dazed and out of sorts. Sitting up on his elbows, Reed noticed he was laying on his bed - but he was not alone. 

Jolene was with him... sitting on his lap a leg on each side of his hips. Her face lit up when she saw him wake up her toothy smile for the moment softening Reed's features and his protests. But, only for a moment...

"What the hell? How you get in here Jolene? Where's Tamara? Alex? Kev-"

Shushing him, Jolene said, "No one is around. They are all over campus running errands. I tricked Tammy to think I was asleep when she left. Silly you left the door unlocked thinking no one will sneak in and do this..." Jolene began to rub the crotch of her stretch pants against Reed slowly. 

OH HELL NO... Reed's mind raced knowing if he let her continue, anything could (and possibly WOULD) happen. Reaching out, Reed grabbed Jolene's arms and pulled her off him to his left. Not resisting, she allows herself to fall to his left on the bed. However, she moved quickly to grab hold of the waistband of his jeans tightly with both hands. Reed couldn't decide what to do; he stared into those alert eyes hoping not to see her intentions. What he saw dowsed his hopes and what little resistance he had to her; Jolene's hands worked their way to his button and zipper and were undoing each. Reed sat motionless - he fixed his gaze between her face and those alert eyes then her hands as they unzipped him and were inching their way to his briefs. Soon, Reed found himself half staring at his hardening cock in the teen's skinny, long fingers (dabbled in lavender nail polish). 

Jolene sat closer to him staring mostly at his cock grow erect in front of her; those alert eyes widened at the display as Reed attempted to cease his cock from growing. But her staring kept his mind frazzled - leaving his dick to twitch and grow mostly on its own. Licking her pouty lips, Jolene inched closer to Reed's manhood her breathing growing a little raspy...

"NOOO," Reed hissed out just before Jolene kissed the tip of his throbbing cock. The feeling of her lips on his manhood sent it twitching wildly; Reed's body shivered with pleasure making him close his eyes and moan softly. Jolene kept kissing his cock leaving little wet spots where her tongue also licked; Reed's mind shut down and biology took over. Popping open his eyes, his glare momentarily paused Jolene from her teasing kisses; raising her eyebrows, Jolene got the impression that she may have over-teased this time. 

She began pulling away - and was quickly halted by both Reed's hands. They clamped down on the back of her head and forced her back towards his vibrant penis. Staring into his face, she saw the animalistic, ravenous glare; she had gone too far and Reed was going to make sure she finished the journey - whether she wanted to or not. His hands kept the vice-like hold as they lowered her head onto his waiting shaft. Jolene tried to struggle free her hands grabbing his arms and scratching; yet, Reed was not to be denied as he kept his grip on her head and eventually lowered where her lips touched the tip. He held his breath; Jolene's eyes looked up at his scared and worried. Reed stared into those eyes but did not waver - he was not going to stop now those eyes said. 

"Open your mouth," Reed ordered through clenched teeth before forcing her head down farther.

Reluctantly Jolene opened her mouth to allow his shaft entry; she set her tongue below his cock not moving it (not wanting to add to this). Inch by inch he invaded her small, warm, moist mouth; soon the tip hit the back of her throat as she fought back the gag reflex. Sighing with a devilish smile, Reed grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back letting most of his cock slip out. When half his cock was free, he shoved her head back down on him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. A yelp, gag, followed by a whimper escaped Jolene as she fought wildly to be free. Her hands scratching and punching madly, she tried greatly to escape. Yet, Reed's hands held fast to her head forcing her up and down on his cock harshly nearly choking her. He became oblivious to the hits, scratches, whimpering; for Reed, this was something uncontrollable - almost primal. In his mind he knew this was wrong, but his body did not have the same limitations his mind had. It did not care if forcing Jolene was wrong; all his body wanted was release of pent up sexual energy.

Sitting to get a tighter grip on her head, Reed closed his eyes savoring the feel of her warm mouth on his throbbing cock. Jolene's hands stopped thrashing a few moments ago and her body became less tense; she was accepting this. She even began swirling her tongue around him as he fucked her mouth (causing moans to escape Reed). Soon his pace quickened as he drilled her mouth sending his cock a little down her throat. The forceful thrusts caused louder whimpers from Jolene as she tried not to throw up, but also assist in Reed's stimulation so this could end sooner. 

Letting go of her head, Reed's face grew dark as his breathing became rapid and hissing. Jolene took the opportunity to pull away from his cock to suck in air - her coughing filling the room. Her look of fright strangely caused a smile from Reed; he saw in her eyes what she was trying to deny - the forceful way was exciting her. Jolene crawled away quickly; Reed chased after grabbing an arm tightly stopping her. Whirling around with the other, she attempted to smack him in the head - only to be stopped then pinned down by his weight. Thrashing and writhing she tried to break free of him to no avail. A deep laughing came from Reed as he lowered his body down on her, his cock still erect, wet and now inches from her face...

It was stopped as Jolene kept her lips tight together. Reed continued to laugh that deep, eerie laugh; looking down he let one hand go and sent it under him to her shirt. Roaming, prodding, he found the nipple of her right breast through the fabric of her shirt and began rubbing and pinching it. Stifling yelps and whimpers escaped - yet she did not open her mouth. Fondling harder, Reed was determined to reenter her mouth. He began squeezing the breast, massaging it; Jolene kept her mouth shut but yelps soon turned to moans and she could feel the nipple hardening against her bra - and of her pussy moisten. She kept her mouth closed as Reed rubbed his cock along her lips, his pre-cum smearing them. However, the stimulation of her tit betrayed her body; her tongue would snake out to lick his cock and his pre-cum while her legs quivered and her pussy dampened her panties. 

"You're enjoying this..." Reed said as he let go and sent his other hand to rub her left breast. Soon, both hands were in a fast rubbing rhythm (he wasn't worried about Jolene's free hands). Her back arched, her legs spread wider and her hands immediately went between them to the zipper - all the while Reed's cock rubbed all over her lips and chin her tongue licking it like a lollipop.

Pinching both nipples hard caused yells of pain and pleasure from Jolene - to be drowned out when he plunged his cock all the way into her open orifice. Sitting up, he drove his cock deeper and began fucking her face hard and fast (his balls slapping against her chin). Hands still fondling her tits, Jolene sucked and licked his cock as he rammed in and out of her. When her hands unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans, they dove in and frantically rubbed her now aching pussy and clit through her panties. Jolene's eyes grew glassy and dazed as she totally succumbed to the situation: a cock fucking her mouth, hands rubbing her tits through her shirt, and her hands rubbing all over her pussy.

Reed's hands eventually pulled her shirt to her neck exposing her youthful tits in a thin, nearly transparent white bra. His hands again attacked those breasts, pinching and rubbing them. Jolene's moans vibrated against his piledriving cock as he continued to fuck her mouth relentlessly. Two fingers had found their way into her panties (transparent white) and were fingering her pussy as fast as he was fucking her mouth. Hips thrusting to her fingers, the teen was close to orgasm. Reed turned his head to watch the display a grin of satisfaction on his face. He too knew he was close to his climax - but he wanted her to cum first.

Doubling his efforts, Reed massaged Jolene's nipples hard between his fingers - tugging at them harshly. He slowed his thrusts into her mouth and watched her face as her eyes half closed, then widened as her body tensed. Her fingers didn't stop though; they were making sure she went over the edge in orgasmic bliss. Her scream of pleasure pulsed along his cock sending chills all over his body as she writhed under him. Her orgasmic high lasted a few moments; it gave Reed time to free her tits from the bra. When her orgasm ended, she laid there her mouth sucking his cock like a pacifier. Feeling her swirling wet tongue, he picked up the pace again until he was again fucking her mouth fast driving deep into her. Jolene's hands, still moist with her juices, rubbed his balls and his ass as he neared his own orgasm.

Feeling his balls churning, Reed's body grew rigid and stiff. Jolene's eyes grew wide and pleading; her hands fought to pull his cock out of her mouth not wanting to taste his cum. Looking down, he saw that look - and for a split second his mind retook control. Pulling out of her with a wet pop, Reed felt his hips jerk forward and he was shooting his semen. The first hit above her head onto the bed; the next few streams Reed made a point to keep from her. His last, however, made it onto her tits where he watched smiling. Sighing satisfied, Reed sat on her stomach. The teen, realizing what had just happened, sobbed quietly. 

Looking down, Reed couldn't help feeling bad for her. Yet, his brain was not back in control of him - his hands found their way into her jeans and panties and, finding them soaked, worked his way around the clit and labia. She fought his fingers at first - her hands punching, her legs trying to clamp shut. But, neither stopped Reed's hands - they were determined to finger her.

Sobbing louder, she feels her body betray her again as her hips thrust forward inviting his fingers. Obliging, he pushed them in and out in long, hard thrusts - each thrust making Jolene whimper and moan. A few more deep thrusts coupled with constant attention to her clit and Jolene was again close to orgasm. Just before it overwhelmed her, she grabbed his hands pleading loudly, "Stop! OH GOD STOP!" before the ecstasy erased all rational thought. Her body shook violently; her screams seemed far away to Reed (though they filled the room), her head shook flinging tears onto the sheets. The orgasm did not last long, but was so intense she nearly passed out. Looking over his shoulder, Reed watched his mind not back in control until...

"Oh shit!" He said as he quickly yanked her pants and panties to her knees, her limp body not resisting. He barely made it; soon after a steady stream of fluid poured from Jolene onto his sheets - the orgasm made her lose bladder control! THAT brought Reed's mind back to reality; yet he could only stare as she lay there limp pissing his bed. When she finished, he stood surveying the scene: his headboard had splatters of his semen; his sheets were soaked; once again the teen's tits were covered with his cum. She finally stirred; half sitting up, she saw the stain on his bed, her cum-stained tits, and then to Reed standing his limp cock dangling. Tears fell from her eyes; neither said a word as she gathered herself together, helped Reed remove his sheets (he wiped off the headboard with them), and left his room. He immediately washed the sheets - Reed did not want the stains to stay. He also wanted to be away from the room and her scent (he opened a window and sprayed just in case)... he didn't want to be reminded of what he just did. It was approaching sunset when he finished the laundry and was back in his room. Alex returned a while later with bags of junk food, soda, and dragging a speaker into the room.

"Hey roomie," he said cheerfully, "Got the stuff. This party is gonna be DA SHIT. I can't wait. You?"

"Yeah," Reed said glad to get his mind off Jolene, "can't wait. Chris got the alcohol?"

"Yeah... didn't know you was sooo eager to get drunk." Laughing harder, Alex mused, "If I knew, I would have told him to mix up some shit for you NOW." 

Reed joined chuckling and smiling - his mind trying hard to erase the early afternoon events. However, Saturday's party would bring Tamara, Kevin, and HER to his room... 

Reed at that moment wished he went home for the Midterm Break.

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The rest of Friday remained gratefully quiet and unexciting for Reed. He took the time to study mostly; he did go with Chris, Marla and her roommate Angela (Angie she likes to be called) to the town's only bowling alley. There he saw some of the other students relaxing - including Tamara and Jolene (no Kevin). Reed only waved their way; he did not approach them when they were together (only spoke to Tamara when Jolene went to the Food Shop). Jolene too kept her distance from him - almost to the point where Tamara asked her why.

"No reason," was her repeated answer the whole night. Shrugging, Tamara continued to bowl with friends. Reed bowled well; it was a good thing for him to roll a 15-pound bowling ball and have it impact ten pins solidly. Without him really knowing, Reed won all four games they played averaging 200 each game (his career high). He had fun though; he didn't bowl in silence... he even flirted with Marla and her roommate (though he preferred Marla over the shorter, more voluptuous Angela). Chris flirted with any female within earshot of his voice - it added to Reed's fun. By one in the morning, Reed was back in his room preparing for bed.

"Sleep tight Newbie," Alex said as he too got into bed (shockingly with NO company), "you will need it. Tomorrow night is going to be LOOOONG." Chuckling, Alex faced the wall and soon was snoring lightly. It took Reed longer to fall asleep; his mind would creep back to replay the events of earlier that day to his chagrin. By three, Reed was still awake staring at the venetian blinds and listening to the ticking of the wall clock. Getting up, he snuck into his fridge, took out a bottle of vodka (half empty), and took three quick swigs feeling the liquor feel his stomach with warmth. With that, Reed headed back to bed and with the alcohol warming his body, fell asleep.




Midterm Holiday Ch. 3



Perspectives – Freshman Year

Midterm Holiday Part Three: The Jam Continues and a Fiery Sunday Finale

Downing a cup of vodka and juice, Reed trembled a little replaying the events of the past few minutes. Looking around, he saw lots of cups in his room – most empty and smelling of alcohol. Also, Alex, Marla, Jolene, and four other students were in his room. In Chris' room were six others – out of the 30-plus students that arrived, only 12 remained… 

"Hey Jolene," Reed asked her as she stood disheveled by the speaker, "where's your sister?"

"She followed the crowd," she answered slowly, "and her boyfriend to make sure he be okay. The notion that I was here didn't cross her mind…" Chuckling, Jolene stumbled from the speaker to sit next to Reed on his bed.

Silence followed until blaring trance music entered their room – Chris was going to continue the party - no matter how many people were there. Alex looked Reed's way and saw Reed give him a shrug and a wink – the junior rushed over to the radio and began playing techno dance at a volume rivaling Chris' radio. It took a few moments but soon everyone in Reed's room was up and dancing – Reed twirling around in place with his hands out shouting the lyrics to the song (to the giggles of Jolene and others in the room). The party continued; as the clock approached three in the morning, some of the students returned from outside talking about the fight to those who did not leave – seems that the football players caught the juniors and tore them apart before the police dispersed the crowd. Many went back to their rooms; the rest made it back to the party and soon Reed's room was crowded with dancers again (Chris' room having those who decided to make out – including Alex and Marla).

By three, the music was fast but not frantic raising the level of energy from the dancers. Jolene stayed close to Reed since the earlier scene; with her sister not there (and Marla "busy") she was alone with a lot of inebriated college males. They danced close together but not touching; Reed still had doubts about if he could control himself around her (past images flashing across his mind whenever he stared into those round eyes). However, when the music went from fast Dance to fast Merengue, the level of sexual energy rose rapidly. Impulsively Reed inched closer to Jolene eventually grinding against the youthful girl; her body tensed at first, but soon her body succumbed to his grinding and probing hands. She grew wet again drenching her already soaked thong…

Hands rubbing up and down her shoulders and neck, Reed reveled in her touch as their bodies collided to the beat. Closing his eyes, he leaned in and began showering her forehead with kisses as they danced – her hands wrapping around his lower back hugging him closer to her. His hands continued their rubbing and made their way to her zipper – which he began to pull down without protest. Hesitating as he pulled the zipper down, Reed waited for any reaction from Jolene… all he got was her body matching his grinding and hip swaying to the music (which picked up bass and speed vibrating the floor more). Inhibitions nearly gone, he continued until her shirt lay open before him and those perky tits (in a sheer lavender bra – her nipples poking thru the material).

Oblivious were the others in the room; Jolene bent backward a little letting the shirt fall away exposing her bra and tits to Reed fully. Both hands wasted no time grabbing and massaging them; moans escaped to be blocked off by kisses. Her hands squeezed his ass, rubbed his thighs, and made their way to his bulging crotch – lingering there as they continued dancing. Gasps, moans, sighs… both were enjoying the special attention the other was giving immensely. Making their way to Reed's closet door, they twirled, giggled, and danced their way from the crowd to be alone. Reaching the closet door, Reed leaned against it bringing Jolene against him hard and began thrusting his bulging crotch against her overly stimulated pelvis. 

Hands locked behind his neck, Jolene thrust back trying to match his ferocity and power. Reed's hands went around to her back; snaking under her shirt, he unclasped her bra freeing her tits for his hands to maul and rub relentlessly. Freeing them, he began cupping them squeezing constantly.

"AAHH yeeeessss…" Jolene hissed and moaned as her tits and nipples were massaged. Reed's continuous humping had her pussy oozing juice down her inner thighs – she was near orgasm. 

Pulling on his neck, she forced his head low enough to forcefully French kiss him. He didn't mind; the move made her arch her back more giving his crotch more intimate contact with her raging, soaking pussy. Legs spread farther apart allowing more entry, Jolene wanted Reed to make her cum before she grew delirious. Both were unaware of the basketball player that she danced with earlier (his dancing nearing Jolene to orgasm too) approach from behind her. Halting just behind her, he waited then bumped against her ass gripping her hips. He too began to match Reed's thrusts with his own – his thrusting caused Reed to open his eyes to check out the visitor. He did grow irritated; Jolene was HIS – he didn't want to share…

Seeing Jolene's blissful face as they stopped kissing, he saw she didn't mind the guest. Reed redoubled his thrusts against her pelvis; the basketball player matched pace ramming his massive face against her ass. Their movements soon had Jolene so close to the edge her body began shivering uncontrollably. Four hands attacked her tits simultaneously pinching and pulling her nipples hard and roughly.

The shriek that escaped her mouth didn't register with the other students dancing; their world was the obscenely loud music and the space needed for them to dance. Her orgasm threatened to rip her insides apart; the waves upon waves of pleasure rocked her body making her shake wildly between her two dancers. Yet, they continued their assault on her ass and pussy while their hands rubbed her tits and stomach. Hugging Reed tightly, she buried her head against his shoulder and rode her orgasm whimpering while both collided against her body. Minutes past before her orgasm subsided and her body stopped its own tumultuous vibrating; by then the basketball player had left searching for more "prey" (staring at Reed with a bemused smirk on his face and giving a thumb's up). Looking down, Reed realized he was partly holding Jolene up; her knees were bent and threatened to buckle dropping her to the floor.

Slowly he half-walked, half-carried her to his bed finally noticing that some of the students had been watching. Reaching his bed, he sat down sitting her on his lap her back facing him. Leaning back, Jolene unconsciously began grinding her ass against his still bulging, erect crotch getting comfortable in his lap. His hands went to her legs and began rubbing just below her skirt – him feeling her juices coating her inner legs. Thrusts upward by him and soon he was humping her ass, one hand mangling her tits and the other sliding up her thighs rubbing her juices all over them. Again their surroundings blurred away to just them, the bed, and the music as they melted away into a sexual void.

Kevin's return to the room was missed by them both – few students showed awareness of his return. But, Kevin didn't miss the sight of Jolene grinding against Reed, legs spread and her skirt riding up high on her thighs, his hands pleasuring her perky big tits while hers wrapped around Reed's neck. The scene caused a smirk from Kevin; he just come from fucking Tamara "celebrating" his thrashing of those three junior bitches. He was here to get Jolene so she could head back to Tamara's room; however, perverse thoughts entered his mind causing his cock to stir in his jeans. Now… Kevin was here to GET Jolene much in the way he got her older sister. Inching closer to the bed, Kevin stared unblinking at the two fooling around while others danced and drank, some watching Reed make out with the teen smirks on their drunken, high faces.

He stood in front of them two marveling at how they didn't acknowledge he was there. He waited a few moments smiling watching them when Jolene's eyes opened, a look of joy on her youthful face. They weren't focused at first – the dim light and Reed's hands had them glazed over. Yet, Kevin knew she saw him when those eyes went wide in a mixture of shock and horror.

Those eyes were screaming "KEVIN!" her voice gone; Reed kept humping against her still not seeing Kevin. Laughing, Kevin leaned in close grabbing Jolene's head in both his hands. THAT got Reed's attention as the teen's hands pulled against his neck thrusting his face forward. Looking up and seeing Kevin, Reed's stomach knotted and lurched up to his throat. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he did know he was in DEEP SHIT NOW.

Still holding her head, Kevin thrust it against his growing bugle rubbing her face on his jeans. Reed sat stunned; he was frozen by Kevin's actions not knowing what to do. Jolene shouted thru the blaring reggae music, "KEV! STOP! STOP DAMN YOU!" as he continued rubbing her face against his jeans. Finally Reed moved… grabbing Kevin's hands, he pried them free allowing Jolene to lean back against him. The laughter that came from Kevin was cold, menacing, and inhumanly evil. Leaning down so both could hear, "Look you two. You want me to forget what I saw you two doing? I BETTER GET IN ON SOME OF IT!!!"

Jolene's lip quivered and she began sobbing. Kevin looked her dead in the eye, "YOU gonna get a REAL MAN now… so don't you say no. I saw how you enjoyed Reed's touch – mine's just the same… only BIGGER."

To emphasis his point, he thrust his crotch in front of the teen again, his nearly 11-inch cock forming a huge tent in front of his jeans. Her eyes grew even wider in shock, tears streaking down her face. Reed couldn't help but stare too; he didn't expect Kevin to be so BIG – and now THAT was going to be in JOLENE? 

"No Kevin, you cannot-" was all Reed got out before a sharp stare, followed by one of Kevin's hands grabbed his neck squeezing it hard. Reed gasped and choked; Jolene sat in horror as Reed's face quickly changed showing the lack of oxygen. Hitting Kevin's hand, she begged, "STOP… I'll do it. I'll do anything - Just LET REED GO."

Chuckling, Kevin let go of Reed who quickly coughed air back into his lungs both his hands holding his throat gingerly. Meantime, Kevin was undoing his jeans and moving his boxers down freeing his massive cock. Eleven inches of meat – a darker hue than his chocolate complexion – stuck out inches from Jolene's face looking menacing and intimidating. Tears streaking down her face, Jolene allowed Kevin's hands to grab her head squeezing it and shoving it towards his monstrous shaft. Looking down at Reed, Kevin ordered, "Continue grinding your lil weenie against her ass or THIS-" he emphasized by wiggling his hips making his cock sway in the hot room "will FUCK HER ASS and PUSSY. Got it Newbie?"

Reed's reply was his hands grabbing Jolene's hips, leaning her forward, and quickly began grinding his crotch against her ass hard and fast. Whimpers and groans escaped Jolene when Kevin's cock plunged into her mouth. Reed hoped the cock wouldn't choke her; Kevin hoped she could take him all in. Jolene hoped the students in the room who have been watching them (and she knew there had to be SOMEONE sober enough to give a damn) would come to her rescue…

Gagging loudly nearly choking, most of the 11 inches entered her mouth and partly down her throat. Kevin, not waiting for her to get used to his width and length, began pulling out halfway and slamming his cock back into her throat.

"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH… MMMRRRMMMMPPPPFFFF…" Muffled cries came from Jolene as Kevin quickened his pace fucking her face unremittingly watching Reed slam against her ass and pussy with his crotch. Others in the party were watching the scene unfold; yet, none wanted to get involved hearing what Kevin and his teammates did to the three juniors outside earlier that night. The rest were too drunk or making out to see or care what happened.

Jolene was on her own… and in deep trouble.

Kevin, savoring the teen's hot wet mouth, continued violently fucking her mouth with his massive shaft. Jolene, to her credit, had yet to vomit; she was trying to breath through small nostrils hoping Kevin would cum soon. Her tongue even began licking and swirling around his meat urging him on. Knowing this was going to last a while (since he shot a load earlier fucking Tamara), Kevin rubbed her head his eyes closed relishing the experience. Reed, still worried that Kevin may try to fuck her with that giant dick, kept up his thrusting his hands gripping her hips under the skirt. However, Reed did have to admit to himself this was enjoyable; his cock screamed to be free of his pants as he felt moisture on his lap (from Jolene's dripping cunt).

Jolene's slender hands massaged Kevin's massive balls hoping he would be done soon. Her mouth was becoming raw; her lips couldn't take much more of this abuse by his cock; she was feeling lightheaded from still not getting enough air; and her body was again nearing orgasm as Reed's persistent grinding and humping were driving her wild. Removing a hand, Kevin began mauling her tits pinching already sensitive nipples roughly. Her shouts, moans, whimpers vibrated against Kevin's cock, adding to his pleasure (causing him to redouble his assault). The attention to her tits increased her ache; she needed to orgasm NOW…

Groping under herself, Jolene reached under her skirt to the waistband of her thong. Almost ripping it, she got the thong past her ass and to her knees before sliding her hands under her fumbling with Reed's khakis. Kevin didn't see the display; he was too busy thrusting his hips forward plunging his monster in and out of her mouth (both his hands abusing her breasts). Reed slowed his grinding feeling her hands grope around his lap. His shaft twitched and ached for release from his pants… he sent his hands down there and soon both sets were coordinating his release. A few tugs, pulls, and Reed lifting up a little off the bed, and his 8-inch cock was loose inches from her aching pussy. Taking one of Reed's hands, Jolene squeezed it tightly as she lowered herself onto his lap. Feeling his penis rub against her throbbing, wet pussy, Jolene moaned loudly quivering her lips on Kevin's dick, making the jock thrust harder.

Squirming around, soon she had the tip of Reed's cock parting her labia and ready to plunge into her. She was hovering above him, her head swimming with emotions – fear, ecstasy, sexual yearning some of the more prominent ones. Sucking in a breath (making Kevin's dick plunge deeper down her mouth causing louder moans from him), Jolene lowered herself allowing Reed's member to plunge up into her pussy.

Quickly it met resistance; her hymen stood in the way of Jolene's chance of sexual release. Squeezing his hand, she urged Reed to start pushing harder her head still being assaulted; Reed replied by thrusting upwards ramming his cock into her very tight virgin hole. A few more thrusts… a blood-curdling tried to escape Jolene as Reed's tool broke through and continued its upward march into her. Kevin's cock choked it still, but her head began shaking, tears flowed anew down her face, and her hands dug into Reed's hands and lower arms. The pain soon subsided though; the night's sensations soon numbed the pain to an ache as Reed began fucking her slowly. Without warning, Jolene's body shook with orgasm, her tight pussy clenching Reed's cock milking and massaging it.

"YEESSSS. SOOOO TIGHT." Reed moaned into the room as he continued fucking her tight twat stretching Jolene making the orgasm continue. Kevin, finally opening his eyes, witnessed the look of bliss on Jolene's face and began laughing again. 

Tilting her head up so her tear-streaked eyes could look at him, he snickered, "You getting off my cock? You are a fucking slut…" pulling his cock completely out, he began smacking her wet face with it, some pre-cum oozing out mixing with her tears before sinking his shaft into her mouth again, "Here… you want more, you got it!" and began fucking her mouth again. 

She didn't care anymore about Kevin - her mouth would heal. Her pussy though… Reed's cock – though not as massive or long at 8 inches – filled her pussy to the limit. Its skin scratched the innermost itch she had; the teen didn't know pleasure until his cock began ramming up deeper into her. A slight shudder, and another orgasm overtook her – 

And another. And another… for ten minutes her body shook as a continuous wave of release flowed from her young body. An added bonus to her orgasm; during the wave, Kevin's cock was overly stimulated by her tongue and jaw. More pre-cum oozed out coating her throat and mouth helping bring Kevin to his limits. Thrusting as hard as he could, Kevin fucked her mouth for all it was worth – Reed unknowingly matching the jock's pace. Jolene felt she was literally being ripped in half by Reed's cock – but she didn't want him to stop. Squeezing and rubbing his hands, she matched his thrusts with her own.

"AAAAHHHH SHIIITTT… HERE IT COMES SLUT!!" Kevin bellowed as he felt his stomach and balls churn. The twitching of his cock alerted Jolene if she didn't hear Kevin over the loud music; he was seconds away from shooting his load down her mouth. 

Also, she felt Reed's cock twitch inside her – sending another burst of orgasms from her – alerting her he was gonna cum soon. Fear, bliss, and horror filled her mind and soul; three grunts and thrusts later, Kevin's seed filled her mouth and her throat. Gagging and swallowing what she could, she drank and milked his cock as load after thick load coated her mouth and down to her stomach. Her small orgasms combined to one big one; she couldn't believe THIS orgasm was a result or Kevin's cum. The orgasm shook her to the core; she thought her body shutdown as she grew limp in Reed's lap.

Reed gripped her hips, thrust once moaning and grunting, then joined the jizz party as he shot his sperm into Jolene. The initial shock of Reed's cum hitting filling her insides caused her eyes to totally glaze over and her mind to click off – her body was a hollow shell filled with sperm and covered with sweat. Finishing, Kevin pulled his cock out of her mouth – her lips reluctant to let it go sucking and milking him – with a slurping pop. Rubbing his cock on her face, he looked into the glassy eyes and saw pleasure mixed with hurt. Jolene's pussy assisted in milking Reed's penis - like a cow utter – free of his own sperm coating her insides finally quenching the heat there. 

The few moments of silence between them was filled with stares as the party continued around them; Kevin's mind was the first to fully gauge what he did…

"Oh my FUCKING GOD," his head shook in disbelief. Looking down at his softening member in his hand (and Jolene's face with cum and tears streaked on it), Kevin grew angry and mortified. Angry cause of what just happened… mortified cause he ENJOYED it more than he would have liked. Quickly turning his head (he couldn't stand to see those glassy, tearful eyes anymore), he finally noticed Reed was still there – and his pants weren't on right. Meeting the Newbie's stare, his eyes grew wide in acknowledgment of what HE did to Jolene. 

Kevin's heart sank… he had to get away – hide under a rock in the state of Indiana if possible. Tucking his flaccid dick into his jeans, he sat next to them and whispered, "PLEASE don't tell Tamara. I'm soooo sorry Jolene…" reaching for her hand, Kevin witnessed her cringe from him and press against Reed groping for his hands for reassurance. In shock, Kevin looked to Reed to speak – only to find he too was looking back at him with a mixture of horror and revulsion. Clenching his fist, sighing, Kevin pleaded, "Just don't tell. I'm really sorry Jolene – I am truly. Oh god I didn't know…" before standing, and pushed his way through the crowd and out of Reed's room. Looking at him go, Reed's cock free from her tight pussy (she was reluctant to let him go too), Reed wrapped his hands around her stomach, closing her shirt so her tits wouldn't be exposed - though many at the party had a good view of them during the… RAPE.




Midterm Jitters



When you're in your late 40's, sharing a house with a college student can nearly wear you out. And when that college student is your former stepdaughter, it can get downright strenuous. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. 

But truth be told, she was an engineering major for a reason. Not just because of her grades, which are outstanding. It was because she's outstanding at engineering all kinds of situations. It's a good thing, because clearly the oil business needs people who can engineer people too.

It was a Monday night. I'd spent the evening working at my home office, putting together the paperwork on a new subdivision that I knew would be big. The market sucked nationwide, but in the Metroplex things were still pretty good and my agency was still pulling in the bucks.

When I wrapped things up for the evening, I stuck my head into Randi's room to see how she was doing. She had been nervous for a couple of days. In fact, she'd traded off her Hooter's waitressing shifts all weekend to get ready for her big midterm in System Dynamics.

She was wearing her oversized green department of engineering t-shirt, kind of curled up in her desk chair. The chair wasn't oversized -- Randi's just a little thing, five-one if you're feeling generous, so she had plenty of room. She was giving full concentration to her notes, her medium-length red hair obscuring her face, chewing on the end of her pen and making more notations in her spiral notebook. She was a throwback in that way, telling me that she retained things better when she wrote them longhand and then re-transcribed them on her laptop. It was working, since she was carrying a GPA in the high 3.8's.

I cleared my throat, and she jumped. "Holy shit, Hugh! You scared me half to death," Randi said.

"Sorry, kiddo," I said. "I just wanted to check up on you to see if you need anything because I'm about to call it a night."

She shook her head. "No, I'm okay here. I'm going to give it another half hour or so, and then go to bed myself."

"Well, don't overdo it. You work yourself up too much sometimes."

She snorted. "Tell me all about it. Don't worry, I'll give it a rest pretty soon. G'night, Hugh." She bent back to her task. 

I walked to my room, undressed and got into bed after grabbing a novel. After working with numbers and trying to develop a sales pitch for houses I needed something to relax, and reading was my second favorite way of doing that before going to sleep. About 15 minutes later, I saw her light wink out and heard her mattress creak as she got into bed. I went back to my reading. Every few minutes, I heard another creak. It was pretty clear she was tossing and turning, having trouble getting to sleep since her mind was still racing with all that studying and all those pre-midterm jitters.

I was still awake and reading around 11 o'clock when she appeared in my doorway. "I can't sleep, Daddy," she said. "Can I climb in bed with you so you can tell me one of your good bedtime stories?"

Daddy, huh? That put a different spin on things. "Sure, baby. Crawl in with Daddy. I'll keep you warm." As she walked to the bed, I put my book down and lifted the covers. She slid in next to me on my right side and snuggled up to me, putting her head on my chest.

I kissed the top of her head and asked, "Did you take your car in to get it looked at yet?"

"No, Daddy. I haven't had the time with school and work and all."

"Baby, that's not good," I scolded. "You have to make time to maintain what is yours, especially your car. Without it, you're walking and campus is too far away for that."

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

As I idly stroked her lower back, I said, "That brings up a good story for you. It's about a young coed who didn't take her car in to get it checked out when it started having problems, and paid a big price for it."

She looked up at me and licked her lips. "Okay, Daddy. Tell me about this college girl and her car troubles."

"Sure. It was a dark and stormy night...." She snorted laughter, and I gave her a swat on her ass. "Listen young lady. I'm the one telling the story. No criticisms from the peanut gallery, hear?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"It WAS a dark and stormy night. It was a Friday, and she was going to a party she'd been invited to. It was off in a rural area a few miles from the college. The reason she was going was she'd broken up with her boyfriend a while back, and she was on the hunt for a new one. Well, the directions her friend gave her were shit. Having it rain didn't help. She took a right turn onto a Farm-to-Market road, deserted like only rural Texas can be. That's when her car started making some funny noises."

"Um. That doesn't sound good for her."

"Oh, it wasn't. And it got worse. About a mile and a half down the road, it made a strange grinding noise and the whole thing seized up and stopped moving, just as the rain turned into a downpour. When she pulled out her cell phone, she got the No Service indicator. She was lucky in one way, though. The car broke down close to the only house she'd seen on the road, and it had its lights on, which meant someone was home. She did the only thing she could do. She got out of the car and walked up to the front door and knocked."

"She must have gotten wet."

"Soaked. She didn't have a raincoat, so she hurried as fast as she could to get under the awning in the front, but it was a long walk because the house was set back from the road a bit. So there she was, a little bitty thing like you, dripping wet from the rain. The door opened, and there he was, the owner of the house."

"What did he look like?"

"Well, he was about my size, with gray hair, in his late 40's. You know, kind of old looking to a 22-year old college girl."

"Daddy, you're not old. And that gray hair just makes you look like you've been around long enough to know exactly what you're doing."

"Baby, that's not the way most girls your age look at things. They see 'Daddy,' not someone they'd be attracted to. Of course, that's not how he saw her. When he saw the wet and bedraggled girl on his front porch, what he saw was a little hottie that looked a lot like you. She had shoulder-length red hair like yours, only it was plastered to her skull from the heavy rain. She had a great little body like yours, including the big tits. And what really got him going was it looked like she had been in, not a wet t-shirt contest, but a wet everything contest."

"Oooh."

"Yeah. She realized he was checking her out, but she didn't have a whole lot of choice. She explained that her car broke down and she needed help, a phone so she could call for a tow truck or something. When he saw where her car was, he suggested that they push the car into the driveway for safety, just in case someone came down the road. Odds of that happening were slim, but why take a chance, right?

"He went back into his house and grabbed a raincoat, and the two of them walked to her car in the downpour. He had her put it into neutral and get behind the wheel so she could steer. She was surprised when he was able to push the car up a small hill by himself with apparent ease. He was a lot stronger than he looked. He kept pushing and got the car up the long driveway and put it in a wide parking area behind the house where his truck was parked.

"It was still raining in buckets, and he got thoroughly soaked as well. They went into the house through the back door. That's when there was a flash of lightning, a crash of thunder. She squealed and jumped, almost slipped on the wet linoleum of the kitchen floor, and he caught her as she fell.

"'It's okay,' he said. 'I gotcha, darlin'. You okay?' 

"She said she was, but she was still obviously shaken by the loud noise. They were both dripping wet, and he told her that they needed to get of those rain-drenched clothes, sending her to the bathroom while he got her something to wear."

"Wasn't she nervous about that, Daddy? You know, getting naked in a house with a strange man living alone? I would be."

"Of course she was, baby. But what choice did she have? She really was soaked to the bone. She undressed and began drying off with one of the towels hanging in the bathroom. She was drying her hair when he opened the door without knocking. She froze without making a sound. 

"There she was, bare-ass naked with her arms over her head. He was wearing a red silk robe, carrying what looked like a white silk robe in his left hand. He froze too. They just looked at each other. After a few seconds, his face broke out into a slow smile. She was still frozen, looked like a deer in the headlights. He tossed the white robe aside, slipped his own robe off and said to her, 'I don't think we'll be needin' these right now, darlin',' took the towel off her head, and led her out of the bathroom. "

Randi hung on tight and squirmed a little in my arms. "Oh my gosh, Daddy. What was she thinking, being naked in front of this man she didn't know?"

"Baby, she was doing the calculus in her head. Not the kind you do in college engineering classes, the other kind. Girl-calculus. Like, he's a lot bigger than me, I'm trapped in this room, it's pouring rain outside and running away isn't an option, and I'm naked and vulnerable, and what do I do now? You know, all the things that would run through your mind if you were in that situation. Here she was, as bare as you and I are right now, looking at this naked man knowing he could take her and make her do whatever he wanted to her without any interference, even if she didn't want to do it, and do it all night long."

She shivered a little as she idly ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. "Getting naked with a man like that can be scary, Daddy. I like being naked with you because I know you'd never make me do anything I didn't want to do."

"That's right baby," I said as I began caressing her ass. "I would never force you to do anything you really didn't want to do." As she looked up, I gave her a kiss on the lips. "And I never will."

"Yes, Daddy." She paused. "How long had it been since she'd broken up with her boyfriend?"

"It had been about three months."

"Three months! Oh my god! That's a long time. That poor girl! I get bitchy after about three days, much less three months."

"Daddy tries to make sure you don't get to that three-days-bitchy point, baby."

She let out a low purr, almost like a cat. "And I appreciate that. You forgot about the other parts of the girl-calculus."

"What are those?"

"Well, it HAD been three months, right? She was wondering if he would be nice to her. And you didn't mention, did she get a good look at his cock?"

"Of course. "

"Was it nice and long and big and thick, like yours Daddy?"

"As a matter of fact, baby, yes it was."

"That explains it. That's the kind of cock girls like, big and thick." She reached down and grasped my rapidly stiffening member in her right hand. "Just like yours, Daddy. Nice and long and big and thick. She had to hope he'd give what she'd been needing for so long."

"Hmmm, yes. Anyway, he led her to his bedroom. When they got to the foot of the bed, he leaned down and gave her a full kiss on the mouth. Like this." As I leaned in, Randi met me open mouthed and we began deep kissing, tongues deep in each other's mouths, my hand on her ass and hers on my cock. 

I broke the kiss to catch my breath. "He turned his attention to her tits. They were round and full and inviting, just like yours," I said as she rolled on her back to allow me full access, "and he began rubbing the nipples as they stiffened, pinching them gently, like this..."

She let out a small moan of "Daddy..." as I took the right nipple into my mouth, then the left, giving each the oral attention they demanded and deserved, switching back and forth a couple of times. Her breathing quickened and she put her hand on the back of my head.

When I broke contact, she let out a small cry of dismay. I slid up on the bed, sitting up slightly. "When he stopped, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She got the message and dropped to her knees in front of him. She knew what he wanted." 

Randi slid down. "Yes, I'm sure she did. He wanted her to suck his cock, didn't he?"

"Yes, baby. He wanted to see his cock in her mouth....just like that, oh." Randy had taken the head into her mouth with a soft moan of happiness and began swirling her tongue around the tip.

"Mmmm. Happiness is a warm cock, Daddy. Your cock," she said, looking me in the eye as she began bobbing up and down, taking a little more into her mouth with each stroke. I cupped the back of her head with my hand, as I watched her go to work, the sight of her wanton efforts intoxicating.

"He enjoyed watching her," I said with effort, trying not to moan, "and enjoyed watching this young girl take his stiff dick into that lovely mouth." She looked up at me, and hummed as she bobbed. And then she stopped.

"Daddy, did she lick the underside like it was a lollipop, like this?" her tone innocent, her eyes and action anything but. I couldn't help it. I moaned. "I'll take that as a yes. Was she as good a cocksucker as I am, Daddy?" She went back to work.

"Oooooh. You're a great cocksucker, baby. Ahhh." I did the most difficult thing possible -- I pushed up on her chin to make her stop. "She looked like she would love swallowing, but he didn't want to blow his load into her mouth. He had other ideas."

She smiled. "What else did you, I mean, what else did HE have in mind, Daddy? Didn't he like blowjobs and coming into young girls mouths? I know you do."

I smiled down at her. "No, what he really wanted to do was taste her." She smiled at me, and slid up the bed, laying alongside me and putting her head on the pillows. I slid down. "It went back to that moment in the bathroom, when he saw her naked for the first time. He noticed that she didn't shave bare, like some little girl. Instead, she trimmed her bush back nice and short, the way grown women who enjoy fucking do it. He just had to taste her pussy juices."

Randi raised her left leg, and positioned herself so she was straddling my face as I lay face down on the bed. I slid my hands under her taut little ass and put my face over her pussy and inhaled the tart scent of an aroused woman. Then I went to work.

As my tongue began its trip around her labia, Randi let out a hiss of "Daddy...yessss..." I hit all the sensitive spots in the first go round, teasing with my tongue tip, hitting and flashing across her swollen clit. Then she picked up the narrative.

"She looked down and saw the top of his head framed by her spread thighs," Randi said in a shaky voice. "She felt his tongue go up and down and all...around...her pussy...touching her sensitive...clit...oh, god...and then he slid his tongue inside her...oh, Daddy, yes."

I began to see how far up her pussy my tongue would go. It was far enough to get her already moist snatch even wetter. It didn't quite turn into a pond. Not quite, but close. Hearing her "Eat my pussy, Daddy, ahhhhh..." certainly fueled my efforts, not to mention the fact she held the back of my head in a vise grip, trying to pull me deeper. Of course, that was why I'd added neck isometrics to my workouts. You're not supposed to get whiplash from eating a woman out.

I pulled from her grip and she let out a disappointed moan. "He had her right where he wanted her. He wanted her on her back and good and wet. Now was the moment he'd been working toward from the moment he saw her drenched by rain on the front porch."

I got to my knees and moved forward until I was within striking distance. "And now, baby, it's time to show you what he did next. Are you ready?"

"Oh, god Daddy, yes I'm ready. My thighs are spread for you. Please, Daddy, please. I'm ready. I need your cock in my pussy. I'm so wet and horny and ready, Daddy," she whimpered.

I tormented her a little more. "You like spreading your thighs for Daddy, don't you, baby."

She was looking me dead in the eyes. "Yes Daddy yes." She licked her lips.

"You like being fucked by Daddy, baby?

Her eyes got even wider. "Oh please Daddy. Yes. Yes. Yes." 

"She begged for it too, you know. And then he took his big thick cock and slid it into her pussy." I pushed forward. As wet as she was, I could only get in halfway because she was so tight. Randi moaned and bucked her hips forward to meet me. I repeated the process twice more, and each time her moan was a little louder. And then, on the fourth stroke, I was in and she let out a little cry.

It resisted temptation and went slowly. "You feel that baby? What do you feel?

"Your cock is...inside me...Daddy...aaaahhh."

"Are you Daddy's little slut?"

"Yes. I'm Daddy's...little slut...Fuck me...Daddy."

"I'm fucking you just like he fucked her. She loved it just like you love it." 

I picked up the pace. It didn't take long until I could feel her going over the edge. "Daddy...I'm cumming...Daddeee...fuck me...Daddeeeee..." Her pussy clenched, she cried out, and her orgasm began, a strong one. I don't know how I managed it, but even with her tight little pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock I managed not to cum. I deserved a medal, but I was willing to wait a while to claim my prize.

I kept stroking in and out of her as she kept cumming. Finally the storm passed, and I was still pumping away, hard as ever. "That's it baby. You came for Daddy, didn't you?"

"Yes, your cock made me cum, Daddy. Thank you," she said in a slightly shaky voice. "Oh, god you're still fucking me, Daddy."

"That's right baby. We're not done yet. Daddy didn't cum yet. But he's going to very soon." I grabbed her ankles and positioned them on my shoulders, keeping the rhythm going, stroke, stroke, stroke. But now I was done with this relatively shallow stuff. Now for the reward. 

"Daddy, are you going to cum inside me? Please, Daddy, fill me up."

"Yes, baby. You're Daddy's little cum slut." I got my hands under her sexy little ass, lifted her up a few inches, and then went all the way in and down. I struck bottom in her pussy and she screamed out "Daddy! Ahhh! Ahhh! Deep!" 

The feeling was incredible, indescribable. I was deep all right, deep as you could go. She continued shouting "Ahhh!" with each stroke, until I was jackhammering in her as fast as I could go. Her pussy began that telltale quivering of an impending orgasm when he screamed "Cum in me Daddy! Cum in me Daddy!"

Who was I to deny my daughter what she needed? As the world exploded for me, I felt her pussy turn into not a lake, but an ocean. She may have squirted out more than I did, which is saying something. I filled her pussy to the brim and beyond, with pulse after pulse of sperm filling her and spilling onto the sheets.

About a hundred years later by my body clock, we were both done, and I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting with our exertions. I gave her a deep kiss, which she returned with equal fervor. I finally rolled off of her and we both sighed.

"I better finish the story, don't you think?"

"I agree. What happened to her after they finished what was obviously a fuck for the ages, Daddy?"

"Well, they didn't even try calling for a tow truck until the rain stopped, which was about four in the morning. The service station came and got her car, and it took all day to fix."

"So she had to wait at the station?"

"Are you kidding? She waited at his house with him. When she got dressed for the tow truck, she didn't bother putting on her bra or panties because there was no point. She knew she'd be naked again as soon as the guy pulled away with her car in tow. She had a three-month dry spell to make up for."

"I think we made up for our two-day dry spell. Except the bed isn't exactly dry."

I laughed. "It sure isn't. We'll both sleep in the wet spot. Your test is at 9, right?"




Midterm Jitters



"Right."

"Okay. I'm resetting my alarm a half-hour earlier to 6:30. I think you may need to have your jitters soothed one more time before the test. I want you good and relaxed before that midterm."

"Yes, Daddy. You know what I need better than I do."

"And now you need to sleep. I'll wake you up in the morning." 

She yawned. "And you'll wake me up the right way. Love you, Daddy."

"Love you too, baby." I turned off the light and spooned up behind her. 

Oh, the next morning? Yeah, I woke her up the right way. And the test? She got a 96, which started a pre-test tradition in the Johnson household.

Life is really can be strenuous with a stepdaughter in the house.

Not that I'm complaining.