1 comments/ 23770 views/ 0 favorites Rumors By: NeoM_25 After his first beer, he told his friend that he’d “never screw such a slut.” After his third, he noticed the glares she was getting from the other girls on the dance floor. After his sixth beer, he saw that her lipstick had little bits of blue and purple glitter, and he wondered what that lipstick would look like on his cock. And after his seventh beer, Brent decided he’d take the slut for a ride. He watched her grind against two or three different frat guys; he stayed near the staircase and made more lewd comments to his buddies. All he was really doing was biding his time; watching her move that tight ass in her jeans. He loved the way she’d put her hands above her short blonde cut, and every so often, sink them into her hair and thrash her head around as if she was cumming right there on the floor. His cock had been hard for the past fifteen minutes and was throbbing at the thought of seeing if all the rumors were true. “Oral Annie,” was one name, “Annie Anallover” was another. One story said that while she was being fucked in the ass, she begged the guy to take his cock out and shove it in her mouth. If that’s what she wanted, Brent thought…and then, he noticed her move off the floor and down the hallway. He followed, and saw her walk into the bathroom. Brent chugged down the last bit of beer, looked around, and strolled in after her. He noticed that no one else was there, and he walked to the stalls. He could hear her peeing and he pushed open the door hurriedly, as if it was an accident. “Oh—sorry,” he uttered, lamely trying to be embarrassed. Annie, with her jeans around her ankles, took a quick breath and blushed, but that soon turned into anger. “What the fuck asshole?!!” she yelled. He first apologized, and for a second, he felt ashamed. And then he remembered who he was talking to here---Oral Annie. He let out a laugh. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked. “Do you wanna take a fucking picture? Get out!” She leaned forward and tried to push him out of the stall with the door. Brent didn’t move. “Oh please…do you really want me to go?” he said with his best smile. “What??” “Come on, Annie….do you really want me to leave?” Brent reached down and put a hand around the bulge in his pants. “I’ve heard about you Annie…and I’ve got something for you.” Annie’s face turned even redder for a moment, and it appeared that she was about to scream bloody murder. But then, suddenly, her face relaxed, and a smile spread across her lips. She leaned back on the toilet and looked Brent in the eyes. “You do?” she whispered. “Well…in that case…If you’ve heard about me, you know I want it. But not here, tiger…give me a minute to clean up. Go down the hall to the laundry room and wait for me…okay?” Brent smiled wider, squeezed the bulge again, and said something about how “she was really going to take all of it” or “he was really going to give it to her” or something to that effect. Annie licked her lips, bit her lower lip, and purred, “It’s already wet.” Brent walked down the hall, his mind racing with images…Annie’s dirty little mouth circling the head of his cock….her hands pulling back the cheeks of her ass, begging him to put his cock inside…his cock smacking the sides of her face, and her eyes looking at him and pleading for more. The laundry room just made his cock harder and his mind work faster. There was the dryer that he’d put her on, holding her legs up on his shoulders. And there was the washing machine that he’d make her put her head in as he fucked her doggystyle. His cock throbbed so bad that he unzipped his fly…he had to touch it. “Ah-ah-ah,” he heard from the doorway, and Annie came in. “I don’t want you to touch that big hard cock of yours…it’s allllllllll mine.” He laughed in surprise, but he soon regained his composure. “That’s right it is. You’re going to have all this cock tonight baby,” he bragged. She moved closer to him and rubbed her hand up and down his chest, starting to pull his shirt from his pants. “What’s your name?” she whispered. “Brent.” “Mmmm……..Brent,” she cooed, the hand moving to his pants. “and tell me Brent, what have you heard about me?” “Heard? Well…ummm…..I heard you really like sex.” “Oh come on Brent. You’re a big boy, you can tell me what you heard.” Her hand was now loosening his belt. “I heard that you really love cock….and….” “That I love to suck it?” She pulled the belt out from his pants. “Yes…and that you once….ummm…” “What did you hear? That I like to be fucked in the asshole?” She smiled as she said it, unbuttoned Brent’s pants, and pushed them down to his ankles. “Yes.” “And that one time, I begged a guy to take his cock out of my ass and cum in my mouth?” “Yessss…” he uttered as her hand found his cock and gave it a soft squeeze. Annie let out a little laugh, and then a sigh. She took the belt with both hands, made a loop with it, and cinched it. She then leaned forward and put her lips close to Brent’s ear. “You know Brent,” she whispered as her hands slid the belt loop around his cock, “I do love to suck cock. And I do love a man to squeeze it into my ass.” He nervously laughed, looking at the belt holding his cock like a leash, her hand pulling it up like it was her pet. “But one thing that I don’t like,” she whispered, and gave the belt a sharp, strong tug upward, “is when you fucking jocks,” a stronger, tighter pull this time, “ONLY THINK OF US AS HOLES FOR YOUR COCK!!” With this she pulled the belt hard upward in a quick series of thrusts, and Brent gasped immediately following each tug. Her sly smile was gone, replaced with furrowed brows and clenched teeth. “Let me guess, Oral Annie? Is that right, dickhead??” she demanded. Brent first shook his head no, but another tug got the truth. “And you wanted to see if it was true? All the dirty lies you and your jock asshole friends jerk off to in the showers??” “Yes—yes!” “I thought so.” She moved her other hand up to his naked chest, and dug a nail into his nipple. He winced, and began to apologize, but she cut him off sharply. “Don’t give me fucking sorry Brent…you’ve done this shit for four years now. If it wasn’t me, it’d be some other girl, at some other party. Tell me Brent—what did you think was going to happen, huh?” He struggled and stammered, only repeating that he was sorry. Annie clenched two fingers around a nipple and began to pinch, telling him to quit with the fucking sorrys and tell her what he intended to do to her. “Did you think I’d let you put your cock in my ass? Between my tits maybe?” Brent just wanted to get out of there, fast. Her questions didn’t register anymore, they were just muffled by the pain he felt in his cock and his chest. But then, he noticed that she was leaning over….bending at her hips…and she was saying something. “Did you hear me Brent? I said, did you think I was going to swallow your cock?” He muffled something, unsure if this was some sort of trick. But soon she hovered over the head of his dick, breathing on it, and soon planting little kisses on it. “Truth is,” she said between kisses, holding the cock up by the belt, “I’m not much of a suck girl…the type who gently lick up and down your cock, look you in the eye and say ‘it’s so big’ and all that bullshit. Me, I’m more like—” Annie softly put her teeth into the head of Brent’s cock; biting it just hard enough that she could feel a bit of precum cum spurting out onto her tongue. She licked his head clean, then jerked head up and looked in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re going to fucking cum already, Brent. I’d expect more out of a big bad football stud like you.” He mumbled no, that he wasn’t ready, but she cut him off again. “How about it, Brent? Are you a limp dick? Huh? Let’s see.” She knelt down, still keeping his cock hostage by pulling it upward with the belt, but his dick was standing straight up now. Annie took one long lick—from his balls to the tip of the head—and then sunk his dick into her mouth. He could feel her tongue relaxing, coaxing his cock back farther and farther, and soft gurgling noises emerged from her throat. Then, she slowly moved back up, her tongue darting back and forth on its underside. Annie suddenly bobbed up and down on the cock; six, seven times, and then held it all in her mouth again. This time, however, she let each inch out with a strong bite. When she got to the head, she pulled his cock to the side and looked up at Brent. He was breathing heavily, his eyes glued to her, and she noticed sweat on his forehead and chest. Annie pulled the belt to the right, which pointed the cock sideways. She opened her mouth and leaned closer to it, then stopped and locked her eyes with his. “Most of you cavemen think that when a woman likes to suck cock, or likes fucking, that we like you too---that we adore and worship you.” She sank her teeth down on the side cock, squeezing, and shook her head gently from side to side. “Uh-uh. Some of us just like cock—and can do without the rest of the bullshit that comes along with it.” Her teeth squeezed down again, then vanished, replaced with her lips and eager tongue again. Annie then quickly moved the cock around again, and swallowed it hole, jerking her head even more furiously this time. Brent was panting now, moving his hips back and forth, trying to push his hips further into Annie. She suddenly stopped, frozen, with his cock in her mouth and looked at him. “Did I tell you to pump my mouth?!” she mumbled, her mouth full. He nervously shook his head no and started to apologize again. Her teeth sunk into his cock, harder than before, as if she was actually trying to bite it, and she uttered, “don’t fucking apologize!” That seemed to be too much, as Brent let out a loud groan and cum erupted into Annie’s mouth. She groaned as well, but her’s was in frustration and not relief, but her lips stuck on Brent’s cock. Her tongue massaged it, and the sucking and swallowing sounds that came from below made Brent come close to fainting. Annie let the belt go and leaned back, watching the cock fall in front of her. “Fucking figures,” she said, slapping his cock, “all that big talk and you cum like you’re in junior high.” She stood up then and leaned in close to his face, while at the same time unbuckling her jeans and sliding her legs out of them. “But guess what Brent? You’re not done.” He laughed a little and looked down at his cock. “Uhhh…I’d say you pretty much finished me for the week, Annie.” She slapped him across the face, hard. “I’m not going to fucking get you off again asshole---I didn’t mean to that time, you’re just a fucking minuteman. You’re going to make me cum, shithead!” He raised his eyebrows and tried to say something, but she grabbed the belt and tugged at it, sending sharp pain through his soft dick. Annie told him to lay down, and quickly told him if he didn’t do it quick, she wouldn’t hesitate to use the belt. Brent got down on his back, his pants still around his ankles and his shirt open, and watched as Annie straddled him. She turned around, his ass to his face, and squatted down. “Now…you have seen a pussy up close, haven’t you Brent? I mean, not just in one of your jerkoff mags? Good….then you’ll know what to do, won’t you?” She moved back so that her warm lips hovered an inch away from his face. Brent craned his neck and licked her lips softly, from front to back. He continued, giving soft, gentle kisses on her pussy and her thighs, but soon, he felt his cock being wrenched upward. “I’m not one of your fucking cheerleaders---come on!!” Annie pushed her pussy down onto his face, and he pushed his tongue as far up into her as he could manage. With that, she started to move her hips back and forth across his mouth, letting out little moans as his tongue licked her inside walls. When his lips found her clit, she demanded he first put it between his lips and suck it….and then, put it between his teeth and bite gently. Brent held her clit with his teeth, and slowly nudged his nose up under her asshole. Annie, feeling this, pushed her ass down farther, and the tip of his nose pushed on the pink button. A low, guttural sound came from Annie, and she tilted her head back. “’Bout fucking time,” she uttered. He pushed his nose in further, and moved his tongue back to her lips…sucking them, holding them for a bit, then releasing them. “What else do you boys call me?” Annie whispered between her own heavy breaths. “The other name you jackoffs have for me…Anallover, right?” Brent mumbled yes underneath her cunt, and she dug her nails into his thighs. “Then what the fuck do you think I want you to do?!!” Brent moved his tongue to her asshole, and first licked the pink button up and down. It opened for just a moment, the same moment he could hear Annie exhale loudly. It was this, the sight of her asshole opening up and her obvious enjoyment, that began to make him hard again. “Well look at this…Has limp dick returned?” She bat his cock around with three fingers, and he stuck his tongue further into her asshole. The warm, musky scent hit his nose and his tongue probed further. Her grunts and moans were soon interrupted---she spit on her hand, wrapped it around his cock and started to stroke it back to life. “Come on asshole…lick my cunt…and put a finger in my ass---now!!” Brent lapped at her pussy, feeling the clit was even harder than before, and he pushed her button with his thumb. He’d only touched a woman’s asshole once before, and he tried to move slowly, gently; Annie soon pushed her hips back, and her asshole surrounded his finger and sucked it in. “Uggghhhhhyeessssssss…” she moaned, and started to buck her body back and forth. His thumb seemed stuck, as if he couldn’t get it out if he wanted to. His attention was divided now---between tickling her clit with his tongue, pushing his thumb into the knuckle, and his stiff cock that her wet hand was jerking. “Do it you bastard---push it in me….yess…yes…” she moaned, and Brent sucked harder on her lips. He knew she would cum soon---her jerks and tugs on his cock were becoming more hurried. He quickly took his thumb out, licked his index and middle finger, and pushed them inside instead. “FUCCKKK!” she groaned, and he pumped his two fingers in as deep as he could, then sliding them out again. Annie moved her ass down hard, bring her pussy down onto his mouth and nose at the same time, and he could feel her hips shake. A split second later, he could feel her cum on his tongue and her ass clench hard around his fingers, squeezing them and keeping them there. “Uggghhhhh…..oooohhhhhhhh…,” she uttered as she stopped stroking his cock and squeezed it hard. “Mmmmm….” Breathing heavy, Annie let out a deep breath and gave Brent’s cock a slap. He grunted, and moved his hips upward, hoping that she would possibly turn around and sit on it, or possibly—hopefully—suck him off again. Instead, she stood up and walked to his feet. She picked up her jeans, slid her feet in each leg, and looked down at him. “Let me give you some advice, Brent. First, don’t judge people by what you hear. Usually these campus stories aren’t true. Second, don’t ever interrupt a girl while she’s peeing.” Afterwards, when she remembered this, she figured he probably didn’t hear anything she had told him. Mainly she thought this because of what he asked her next. “Annie?? Ummm…what about….this?” he asked, pointing to his stiff cock. She grinned and laughed. “What about it? I’ve no need for it now.” He let out a whine and was about to beg her to stay, but she quickly opened the door and looked back. “So Brent, how does it feel to be treated like a slut?” she said right before she closed the door. Rumors About Pam Pamela was the best looking girl on the Speech and Debate team. I noticed, the guys on our team noticed the guys on other teams noticed. When we were at competitions I felt honored to even be in her presence. I’d always thought that surrounding yourself with attractive women drew still more attractive women, and, with Pam at least, it seemed to work. If we were at an event I seemed to have a better chance talking to attractive opponents if she was around. Not that I didn’t have designs on Pam. We’d shared a few moments, once on an out of town trip we had kissed in the doorway of her motel room after dinner. I felt things were moving along nicely when she told goodnight and closed the door behind her. We remained friends, seldom mentioning the incident. Other advances were rebuffed and I resigned myself to the fact that she just wanted to be friends. Sure, I was disappointed, but just being in her presence seemed to bump me up a notch in other girls’ eyes. That would simply have to do. We were at an out of town event; close enough to drive back home after the competition. We piled on the bus early in the morning on a Saturday, deprived of one of the two days a High School student can sleep in. I grabbed a seat near the rear of the bus. I immediately noticed Pam as she came down the aisle. She was tall, perhaps 5’8” with short curly blonde hair and an attractive figure. She wore a long skirt that I liked and a tight fitting blouse that buttoned up the back. The blouse accentuated her round C cup breasts. She wore this outfit often for competition, it was probably my favorite. “Mind if I have a seat?” Pam stood over me in the aisle. “Not at all.” I replied, “Window or aisle?” She smiled and simply had a seat as I slid myself against the window. We talked for the entire trip, making the 30 minute bus ride seem much shorter. It was just small talk, strategy for the day’s events, who was dating whom, where we were going to have lunch. I enjoyed the conversation; one thing about girls in Speech and Debate is that they are decent conversationalists. I could never stand to be with a girl who couldn’t express herself intelligently. We arrived at our destination and checked in. Everyone wrote down their schedule of events. Pam and I compared ours, agreeing to meet between events or sit in on each other’s competitions when possible. It was a wonderful day, both of us performed well and stories flew back and forth, victories were analyzed, opponents’ faux pas were revealed. After telling Pam I had reached the finals in one of my events, she excitedly kissed me on the mouth. I looked at her for a moment, then grabbed her hand. I wanted to kiss her some more and the hallway in a High School didn’t seem like the right place. We took a little walk, hand in hand, talking little, simply gazing into each other’s eyes. We found ourselves near the parking lot, our team bus a few steps away. It was out of the way and presently unoccupied. I led her to it and we shared a seat. “I really like you,” I finally said, “you’re so funny and smart and pretty.” “I like you too, I just always thought it would be weird to get involved with someone on the team.” I kissed her mouth gently. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Being a High School boy, my cock instantly stiffened. I kissed her back even more passionately. I tried to hold onto her hands to keep myself out of trouble, but things began to spin out of control. I began feeling her left breast with my right hand, she instantly responded to my touch, moaning softly and tipping her head back. I dropped my lips and began nuzzling her sweet neck. “Oh Baby!” She gasped. “That feels so good.” I smiled as I continued to nuzzle. My left hand reached out for her right tit, her nipple stiffened against the palm of my hand. My cock was fully erect now and my hips began bucking slightly, involuntarily. I felt a hand on my thigh, gently fondling me, moving slowly up my leg. My own hand found its way under her skirt, stroking her supple thigh. I thought of the women I’d seen in porno magazines, desperately wishing that she was wearing stockings instead of the pantyhose normal girls wore. My wish didn’t come true, I realized, when my finger reached the crotch of her pantyhose. Damn the man who invented these things! Meanwhile, Pam’s hand continued its journey until finally reaching my hard tool. I was afraid I’d come when she started tracing the outline of it through my pants with a single outstretched finger. My head was swimming, I began to claw at the crotch of her panties, my mouth returned to hers. I desired her bare flesh, but to get to her tits she’d have to completely remove her blouse as it buttoned up the back. To get to her pussy I’d have to remove her pantyhose. The constraints of being on a school bus, of time and of possibly being discovered made both options untenable. Pam began fumbling with my belt. My zipper was next, pants and underwear were pushed to my ankles. She licked the palm of her hand then wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Her rhythm was slow, designed to please me, not to release me. I pulled my lips from hers. “Oh, that’s amazing!” I moaned. “It felt like you needed a little help down here.” “Yes.” “Would you like some more help?” I simply nodded. “Tell me what you want.” “Kiss it.” I replied. “Kiss it the way you kissed my mouth.” She dropped her head to my cock. She just breathed on it at first, then stuck a pointed tongue into the piss slit. I thought I was going to lose control right then. “Easy boy,” she cautioned, “don’t get off too early, I want you to enjoy this.” I had heard rumors of Pam’s oral expertise. High School boys are notorious for spreading rumors, true or untrue. The sketchy reports I’d heard about Pam seemed to be founded. She swirled her tongue around the engorged head of my cock then ran then her flattened tongue down the entire shaft. She avoided my balls, which is just as well, I was very close to coming. She gripped my cock tightly around the base with one had as she opened her mouth to take me. She took me deep immediately, gripping the base tighter with her hand. My cock now completely wet with her spit, she began sucking in earnest. Loud slurping noises came from my groin as I watched her head bounce in my lap. The feeling was amazing, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t come yet, her tight grip on me seemingly keeping me under control. She once again began swirling her tongue as she sucked, a new sensation added to those already overwhelming my brain. She released the base of my cock and dropped that hand to my balls, holding them loosely in her palm. “Oh shit!” I cried. “That’s amazing!” She kept sucking, oblivious to anything other than the bloated cock in her mouth. My hips began bucking again. Her head followed trying not to be gagged on my pole. “I’m getting close, baby!” Her sucking simply continued, she gripped my balls a little. Every other girl who’d gone down on me had insisted that I tell her when I was near my release. I had spilled my load into wads of tissue, outstretched hands and once onto a pair of heaving breasts. I had never come in a girl’s mouth. “I’m going to come.” “Mmm, Hmm!” Was her only response, the vibrations yet another sensation my overly taxed brain couldn’t handle. My hips drew back, pushing my ass deep into the bus seat. Pam’s sucking mouth followed, lips locked on my member. I thrust forward as I exploded, my cock driven to the back of Pam’s throat, gagging her. Come flew out of her mouth as she coughed slightly, my cock spasming just outside of her mouth. Another jet of come shot from me, hitting her in the chin. Recovering now, Pam placed her forearm across my thighs, pushing me back onto the seat, holding me in place as her lips wrapped around my jerking cock just in time to take the third load. And the fourth. And the fifth, the sensation of her swallowing around my cock coaxing more jizz out of me. She smiled as she looked up at me, come dripping from her chin. I glanced at my own lap, covered in come. I began to reach for a handkerchief, but Pam’s tongue was quicker, lapping up the mess we had left in my lap. Finally, a finger went to her chin. She scoped up most of my jizz and placed the finger in her mouth, moaning slightly. At the age of eighteen, I received a blowjob from a pretty, young High School girl. In the nearly twenty years since, many women have been good enough to go down on me, every experience has paled in comparison to the one Pam and I shared in the back of a school bus. Rumors Just Might Be True Becton University required students to live on campus in the dorms for the first two years of school but I didn't mind. I was somewhat lucky in that my roommate flunked out halfway through first semester of my sophomore year leaving me with a room to myself at least until the end of the semester. It was great having a room to myself, not having to share or worry about privacy, which fed into my other lucky break, Vanessa. Vanessa Michels was not the type of girl that usually hung around me or my friends. She was a typical sorority girl, easy on the eyes, hung out with the jocks and frat boys, partied, and acted dumb. I say acted because Vanessa wasn't as dumb as she appeared, she just liked to get others to do stuff for her and if she acted dumb people bought it and loved to help out the hot girl. She was definitely in the hot department at about 5 and a half feet tall with long slender legs that topped out at a surprisingly round ass. Her hips narrowed to her waist and flat stomach only to accentuate her seemingly large breasts for such a svelte girl. I would have guessed her at a large B or even into the C cup territory but they always appeared bigger given her small frame. Vanessa's round face was framed with her long dark brown hair that hung past her shoulders tapering nearly to the middle of her back. Her large circular eyes were a odd shade of blue, nearly violet and almost fake looking they stood out so much against her dark complexion. So why did this college hottie hang around me? Simple luck of location I guess. We grew up in the same town, actually on the same block, although she went to the private all girls school and I went to the regular public school. Vanessa never really saw me as the non-jock, non-party animal, regular dude I was in high school. I was just the guy who lived nearby, said hello, and occasionally stopped by her house when she had a party. She was always nice enough to invite me since it wasn't like she had a bunch of guys from school to invite and I didn't make an ass of myself. It wasn't to say she didn't have boyfriends or anything, I was just sort of around. We ended up going to the same college and living in the same dorm although the girls lived on the floor above and below mine. Vanessa also didn't have a car since her parents had spent most of their extra money on her private school so she always caught rides home with me for holidays or the occasional weekend. This lead to us hanging out quite a bit in the dorms, she loved to relax in my room since it was quiet compared to the girls floor, her roommate, or the crazy sorority house. It wasn't like I minded having her over, I even gave her a key so she could just come hang out if I wasn't there. It was exciting to come home from class and find her laying on my floor with in her tiny shorts, legs spread, reading or sometimes curled up sleeping. Vanessa treated it like her own bedroom and often came in wearing just what passed for her pajamas or lounge wear. Usually a pair of short, I mean really short, cut off sweats or running shorts, and a tight fitting tank top or t shirt, bras were optional, especially late at night. I gotta admit, when she went sans bra, she was hard to look her in the eye or pretend to study if she was sitting on my futon reading that way. It was almost like she didn't care or didn't know how much it teased me. Once when I drove her home for a weekend she wore a micro mini skirt that barely covered her ass. She was hung over and shortly after we got in the car for the 2 hour drive home she fell asleep legs apart and slumping down so the skirt rode up giving me a fantastic shot of thin panties covering her crotch. I fought the battle the whole way home of checking her out, fantasizing about her, and avoiding veering off the road or ramming another car. I came home from class one Tuesday night about 9:30 to find Vanessa laying on my floor reading a book. Her red painted toes flat on the floor and long legs were bent at the knee offering me a nice view of her inner thigh and her flexing groin muscle as she rocked her legs apart like a butterfly. I could follow that muscular tendon of her slim legs all the way up her shorts to the edge of her panties. She held the book over her head, looking up at the paperback she was reading. I noticed the lacy white bra laying on the floor next to her at the same time as I peeked at her slightly hard nipples standing on her breasts flattened against her chest. As soon as she sat up on her elbows, their firm shape returned, supported by the tight white fabric with Becton written across them. "Hey, glad your back, " her cheery voice greeted me. "I need your help with my computer again." As I said, Vanessa, wasn't dumb but she did like to get others to help her or work for her and I had fixed her computer a few times. She had a boyfriend but he was some basketball player and wasn't around a whole lot, nor was he all the good at school according to Vanessa. "Sure, what seems to be the problem with it?" I asked, sitting down at my desk where her laptop was already sitting. "I can't get it to shut down, or start up, with out waiting forever and it pisses me off." "Yeah, I'll take a look at it here in a minute." I confirmed dropping my bag on the floor. "Thanks, Jackson, I gotta run back downstairs and meet Stacy for a few minutes, she has the notes from English class that I slept through on Monday." She jumped up and zipped on a hooded sweatshirt and bound out the door barefoot leaving her things behind. I laughed thinking about her trusting her ditzy friend Stacy for notes. I turned on her computer and waited while the blank screen stared at me, listening to the hard drive spin up. After a few minutes of boredom, I glanced over at her bra again and thought about her perky tits. Leaning down I picked it up, examining the lacy edging and satiny interior. The small tag near the hooks showed a faded 32C for a size. I imagined the firm flesh that filled the cups and thought about her nipples caressed by the soft fabric. I knew from her various thin shirts she wore around the room that she had dark small nipples that seemed to be half aroused at all times. The computer's screen came to life and I dropped the undergarment back on the floor and focused on the screen. Her menu bar was hidden so I brought that back up and noticed a program was running, I clicked the bar but nothing happened. The program that was running still hadn't shown up on the screen, leaving me staring a picture of her dog screen saver. I checked around her computer and found a large file in her Start Menu that looked like it loaded every time her computer booted up. I moved it to her C drive and associated it with the media player and instantly the screen changed. I found myself looking at a movie of a guy getting a blow job while he held the camera filming the top of the girl's bobbing head. Smiling to myself at the thought of Vanessa watching porn on her computer I let the video play. The girl was really working his dick and he guided her head with his free hand, pushing her to take him deeper into her throat. As she finally backed off of him and looked up, I bolted up in my chair. Vanessa's face was clearly shown, smiling at the camera as she gulped a little air before resuming her dick sucking. I was stunned, but mesmerized by the scene. She eventually stood up, showing her naked body briefly before bending down on all fours for him to enter her from behind. The brief flash of perfect firm tits made me want to rewind the footage but I wanted to see her get fucked. A small wave of apprehension hit my stomach, I also didn't want to see the image of her boyfriend making her moan and cum. I don't know why I should be jealous, she wasn't my girlfriend but with all the time she spent in my room teasing me it sometimes felt like she was. Looking back at the camera she seemed so wide eyed and innocent as she reached one hand behind her to briefly rub her pussy as he teased her slit with the tip of his cock. She bit her bottom lip just as she started pushing her pussy back on his hard cock letting it slowly slide inside. "BAM." The computer slammed shut. "What the fuck are you doing?" Screamed Vanessa, her hand still on the shut laptop. Before I could answer she hissed, "Why are you snooping around on my computer watching my private stuff?" Embarrassed, I stammered, "I wasn't. I was just fixing it like you asked." "That didn't look like fixing it. It looked more like you watching a video that you shouldn't be seeing." "I didn't mean too," I protested. "It was caught up in the Start Menu. That was why your computer was so slow to boot up. I just moved it over and it started playing." I figured no reason to tell her I made it play after moving it over. "Well it wasn't meant for prying eyes." She pulled the laptop up to her chest. "I gotta go." Turning away she was at the door in about 3 quick steps. Surprisingly, she gave a quick thanks for fixing it over her shoulder as she left. I didn't see or hear from Vanessa for almost a week after the laptop incident. I couldn't believe I had screwed up a friendship with a girl like that but the image of her sucking dick and then just about to get fucked filled my dreams at night. I had heard rumors about Vanessa, sucking various guys off at parties, or even a story of her getting drunk and stripping at a frat party but I had never seen any of her rumored wild side until now. The stories never really seemed true to me, as if her angelic demeanor didn't have a sexy side or that her slutty little outfits were just an act. Finally, the following Monday I came home from class and found Vanessa sitting on the futon in my room. She wore black tights over her crossed legs and a white spaghetti strap top as she sat reading the book on her lap. "Hi," I greeted her sheepishly, not sure of her disposition. "Hey Jackson," she half smiled as she looked up. "I forgot somethings here last time and wanted to pick them up. I think there is a bra and maybe a pair of sandals?" "Yeah," I acknowledged, "I put them in my closet so they weren't just laying around. I mean I figured you didn't want your underwear just laying on my floor all week." "Thanks." This time she smiled as I handed her things to her. "I'm sorry I yelled at you last week." "No I should apologize, I'm the one who violated your privacy. I should have stopped the video as soon as I figured out what it was." "Yes. You should have." She scolded as she stood up and punched me in the arm. "Why didn't you?" I wasn't sure how to respond. "Well I don't know. I didn't know it was you at first. I just thought you were watching random porn on your computer. Then when I figured out it was you I just sort of let it keep going. I guess I was surprised it was you." "Well, I can't believe I did it. Russ had been bugging me for weeks to film us having sex. He wanted to have one of his friends do it but I said no way. Then he wanted Stacy to do it but I think he just wants to have a three way with her and I, so I told him he could do it if he held the camera. I kinda ended up wanting to do it just to see what it was like you know? Like how it would feel to be in a porno or something but not really." "I guess I get it. I mean you have talent." I teased, hoping she wouldn't get pissed. I was surprised that Russ wanted a sex tape to exist. From what I knew of the guy he and his rich dad wanted him to be lawyer or politician or something. "Really? You don't think I looked stupid?" She probed. "No, not at all. How could you think that?" "I don't know. Those girls in the videos are usually all made up or have these amazing bodies and perfect skills in bed." She lamented, as if her body wasn't sexy enough. "Believe me, you looked amazing." I couldn't believe we were just standing there talking about her sex video like it was the school play or something. "So you think it was as good as those professional ones or the paid stars?" "Sure." I laughed, "Do you want me to rent it from you or something, 'cause I will." Vanessa laughed, "No. It's just that Stacy and I were talking about it and she said you probably jerked off to it everyday since then." Now I laughed nervously without really responding, which of course was a dead give away. "Oh my God Jackson! You did, didn't you!" I didn't really have a response yet. It wasn't easy to fess up to jerking off to images of girl to her face. "C'mon, just admit it if you did. It's not like you haven't seen me sucking dick on video." Finally, I shrugged, "Yeah, I thought about it. What do you want me to say?" "It's O.K. I guess. It kinda turns me on to think a guy would jerk off watching me on video. Do you think about me a lot when you jerk off?" "I don't know." I lied. "I don't want to talk about this. Can't we just both move on and go back to just studying or watching movies?" "I've got an idea." She said reaching for her backpack pulling out a USB thumb drive. "How about we make a deal?" "What kind of deal?" I asked suspiciously. "The kind to make things a little more even between us," she stated. "How about I put this drive in your computer and you watch the video, the whole video, tell me what you think about it and you know, jerk off for me." My mouth hung open. The idea of seeing the whole video was tempting but whipping out my cock and just masturbating in front of Vanessa? I was nervous and excited thinking about it. I didn't have a lot of experience with girls. I wasn't a virgin or anything but I hadn't been laid in about 9 months since my girlfriend and I broke off our long distance relationship. "O.K. I'll do it." I was nervous as hell and my heart was racing but I knew getting hard wouldn't be a problem. Vanessa already had my computer on and was getting the file loaded from her drive. "I knew I could count on you. And seriously tell me if the video sucks, because I'll be able to tell watching you right?" I sat on the edge of the bottom bunk across from Vanessa who plopped on the futon with the computer on my desk nearest her. The video started just like before, showing her bobbing head on her boyfriend's dick. I pulled my jeans down and stepped one leg out of them. I snuck a peek at Vanessa who was watching me and not really paying any attention to the video. My cock was already tent poling my boxers as I turned back to her on the screen licking his shaft and sucking on his balls. Vanessa leaned back on the futon, intently following me as I slid the boxers down revealing my own lengthening appendage. I didn't really know what to say so I remained silent, letting my bare dick just sort of stand there as I pulled a pillow behind me. Slowly I began stroking the semi rigid meat until it was fully hard, just touching my belly button. I tried to go as slow as possible to keep from cumming as I was so turned on. My breath was shallow and my face flushed as I worked the slippery pre cum up and down, careful not to set off the explosion touching my head would cause. On the video I saw Vanessa getting pounded from behind as the camera focused on the shaft gliding into her pussy. She turned to look back at the camera letting out an obvious fake moan. After a few moments they changed around, her boyfriend was laying on his back holding the camera up. Vanessa straddled him giving me a clear view of her grapefruit sized boobs and dark, quarter sized nipples. She worked her hips down until he was entering her. I noticed the thin dark brown strip of hair covering her pussy as she rose up and down on his dick. Her tits bounced slowly, then faster she picked up the pace. One of Russ's hands reached up and roughly squeezed her left breast while she grabbed the other and attempted to lick her nipple, playing for the camera. Leaning back all the way she gave the camera a great shot of his cock inside her and her pointed tits sliding on her rib cage as she ground herself onto him. He must have cum inside her as the camera jerked and a white liquid leaked out of her and down onto his dark pubic hair. I had stopped jerking and was just focused on the computer screen for the finale. I finally noticed Vanessa staring right at me, not saying anything just her eyes boring into my hard cock. I thought briefly that my cock was definitely bigger than her boyfriend's. I dropped my hand and just leaned back a bit letting my hard cock just stand up and fall back against my stomach. "Why'd you stop?" She asked. "I just wanted to rest a bit. If I kept going I'd blow it in a second. I haven't cum in a long time. Well, I mean with someone in the room that is." "Whatever. You probably got some secret girl coming around every weekend to suck your dick or what not. I know how all you guys are." "Hardly, I've never even had a blow job. Amy thought they were gross." We sat in silence for what seemed like 10 minutes but was likely just a minute, an image of her still riding a cock leaning back thrusting her hips toward the camera on the computer, and me shirtless, hard cock against my stomach, pants around one ankle just staring at her. I knew her comments probably rang true for her. I wasn't naive, I knew she and some of her friends hooked up with guys and had sex on one night stands and they probably thought all guys had it that way. Finally she broke the silence, "You can keep a secret right? I mean you haven't said anything about this video." "Of course." "So you really have never had a blow job?" "No, Amy just wouldn't go for it. I tried to get her to, I offered her anything but she wouldn't do it." "What the hell," she exhaled. "I've probably teased you enough and I can't believe you've never had a BJ." She slid off the futon towards me. "Would you like me to give you a blow job? I like the idea of being your first. I don't know that I've ever been anyone's first." I just nodded, unable to speak. "Just promise not to say anything to anyone and remember this is a one time thing all right. It's just a blow job but I don't want people to know about it and honestly watching that video made me so horny again." She smiled wickedly as she moved between my legs, "And you've got one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen." I was barely listening as she closed her hand around the base of my cock. She slowly stroked it up and down licking my inner thigh as he looked up at me. I kept my hands at my sides on the bed and let her work. Air sucked in between my teeth as she licked up the underside of my dick, once, twice and then after the third time swirled around the bulbous head before taking me in her mouth. She only took about half my length inside while pumping the other half with her fist. Her head bobbed up and down, slurping and sucking as her saliva mixed with my initial secretions. She pulled her hair aside with her free hand, exposing the strap of her left shoulder sliding off letting the triangular fabric covering her boob slip down. I saw just the edge of her areola peeking out and reached down to cup and squeeze a handful of her breast. She pulled off and looked up at me still pumping the entire length now with her hand sliding in the creamy covering. "I was wondering if you were ever going to touch me," she whispered, "It's O.K. you can touch my tits." Her hand never stopped stroking me, making a point of brushing over the head of my cock and running her palm all the way down to my balls. I reflexively flexed my cock, making it throb in her hand as she played with me. "Oh my God, I love stroking you! I can't even close my hand all the way around it, let alone swallow it all." I felt the hard nipple in the palm of my hand through the fabric top still partially covering her. God how many times had I stared at her barely covered tits in this very room and now I was not only touching her she was sucking my cock. I brushed the hair away from her face with my other hand as she licked her way up me again before deep throating nearly my entire cock. As soon as she pulled back and pumped with her fist I lost it. A jet of white shot out and hit her cheek, another her chin as she reflexively moved back. A third and fourth found her chest, running down into the partially exposed valley between her tits. Rumors Just Might Be True "Jackson! You gotta warn me!" She coughed and laughed at once. "I wasn't ready for that already." "I'm sorry." Embarrassed at how quickly I blew my load, I added, "I told you I'd never had one and that was amazing." "Don't worry about it, that was pretty quick anyway. I was only teasing, but I should probably clean this up and get back to my room." She stood up and fixed her top, pulling the strap up and making sure the top half of her boob was covered once again and zippered her sweatshirt covered her cum stained shirt before grabbing her thumb drive from the computer. She leaned down and kissed my cheek, "I'll talk to you later, and remember this never happened." As soon as the door shut I was jerking my hardening cock once again thinking about what had just happened. Vanessa hung out in my room like usual for the next week or so acting like nothing occurred between us. I didn't bring it up and neither did she. I hoped it would happen again but I remembered her telling me it was a one time thing so I just kept my mouth shut. I also resisted any temptation of bragging to my friends that I finally sort of hooked up with Vanessa. They probably wouldn't have believed me anyway and I promised to keep it quiet. The following Thursday I was sound asleep at 3 AM when I felt my arm shaking and Vanessa's face appeared next to my top bunk as she stood on the bottom bunk. "Hey, Jackson.....Jackson......wake up." She whispered. "What?" I groggily answered. "What are you doing? It is the middle of the night. If your roommate has a guy over or something just sleep on the bottom bunk like usual, you don't need to wake me up." "No Carrie doesn't have a guy over. That cow never has anyone over except her other fat friends to watch Twilight over and over," Vanessa retorted. "I need a favor." "What do you need at 3 AM? " I started to wake up and think about her wrecking her car but remembered she didn't have one. "I just got done working and need a shower and the girls showers on our floor are all nasty because some idiot puked all over the floor and sinks and it reeks in there. Some other asshole busted one of the shower heads off trying to clean it up and the whole place is fucked up now. I smell like stale beer and ketchup thanks to some asshole at the bar thinking it would be funny to squirt the shot girls with ketchup." "So what am I supposed to do about it." I moaned, thinking she probably wanted me to clean up the bathroom for her. "I'll shower in the guys bathroom on this floor but I need you to watch out for me and keep any guys from busting in on me. I promise I won't take long and most likely no one will come in this late anyway so just hang out in the bathroom for a few minutes....please?" Again she knew how to get her way and I found myself trudging down the hall with her. I didn't bother with anything more than a t-shirt and my boxers for the hopefully quick journey. Vanessa walked to the last shower stall and dropped her bag on the bench against the back wall. The room was quiet with no one else around. The shower stalls were small tiled enclosures with a curtain for a door providing some privacy rather than just a communal shower like locker rooms. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and fastened it on top of her head. She was already barefoot as usual and bent down pulling her black shorts down and stepping out of them. Her quick movements caught me by surprise and I pretended to look away as she stood there in just her tight blank tank top knotted at her back to expose her stomach and her tiny black panties. She didn't seem to care as she turned to rummage through her bag and pull out shampoo, a towel, and soap giving me a great view of her bare ass split by the thong. With her back still toward me she reached behind and unknotted the tank top before crossing her arms and pulling it over her head. She turned back to face me as she hung her towel on the hook next to the shower curtain wearing only her tiny panties and the lacy black push up bra. I'd seen her in a bikini before, not to mention the video, but this was different. The high cut of the panties made her legs look incredibly long, I couldn't help noticing how small the patch of fabric between her legs was. Unlike a bikini top her lacy bra really pushed up her boobs, allowing them to touch each other forming fantastic cleavage between the curves. Before I could even attempt to turn away in modesty she reached behind, unhooked the bra and slid it down off her arms in front. Her freed tits dropped a bit but not much as their firm flesh bounced into natural relaxation before swaying down as Vanessa dropped the underwear down her thighs, bending all the way to the ground and standing back up completely naked. "What?" She asked, making no attempt to cover up. "Nothing, I just didn't expect you get naked so quickly." I turned my head to the side avoiding looking right at her. "I figured you'd warn me or tell me to turn around or something." "Well I'm getting ready for a shower, what'd you think would happen? Besides you've seen everything I have already." I stopped pretending to look away and made direct eye contact with Vanessa for as long as I could, which really wasn't that long, before I glanced down giving her a head to toe look. Her boobs barely sagged, freed from the confining bra and were topped with surprisingly small very dark areolas. Her skin was only slightly lighter in tone below her flat stomach where her bikini bottoms would normally cover her. She still sported the landing strip pubic hair but the stubble had just started to appear around it... her hands suddenly cupped her crotch. "Stop staring! I know I need to shave but I wasn't planning on showing off my cootchie when I left my room tonight." I immediately looked back up to her face, "I wasn't... I was just...," I left it hanging not sure how to explain, until she cut me off. "Whatever," she smirked as she half turned to swing the shower curtain open, springing inside and closing the curtain behind her. Her head popped back out, "Just make sure no one else catches a show." I heard the water spray hit the curtain and moved over to sit on the bench, thinking about her naked wet body just on the other side of the plastic sheet. Steam rolled out of the stall warming the air a bit as I relaxed, not sure how long she would take. The door to the bathroom burst open and two of my floor mates stumbled in laughing and talking loudly as only drunk people can. "What's up Jacks!" Eric shouted. "You missed a great time man, Waters and I, we got fucked up downtown tonight." He kept talking while brushing his teeth. "Why the hell are you showering at 3 in the morning? Check this guy out Waters, he must have pissed himself or something." Chris Waters just grunted as he kept his back to Eric while using the urinal. These guys lived on my floor but I barely knew them since they always seemed to be out partying or drunk in the hallways. I wasn't sure what to do, I didn't want them to think I was totally weird sitting alone in the bathroom in my boxers and t-shirt so I pretended to be getting ready for a shower, praying they wouldn't come any closer and see the contents of the bag. I knew if they saw Vanessa's things and figured out a girl was in there, they'd never leave. I stood up and stripped off my shirt throwing it on the bag. "I couldn't sleep so I thought a hot shower would help." I covered. Waters looked around the corner at me, "You piss the bed Jacks?" He laughed at his own joke, "I'm just fucking with you man. I'd kill for a shower right now but I'd probably pass out. Hey, Eric tell him how many shots we did at Champs?" Eric started telling me some pointless story and walking closer. I did the only thing I could think of to end the conversation and stop his advance. Giving Vanessa a little warning, I loudly exclaimed while dropping my boxers, "I really gotta get this shower over so I can go to bed." Eric stopped in his tracks when confronted with a naked guy and turned back toward the door, "Yeah I gotta get to bed too." Effectively ending his desire to talk to me. I barely opened the curtain and stepped in, as Chris Waters went to the sink to brush his teeth. Vanessa looked over her back at me, standing under the hot water, not moving to make sure she stayed quiet. I put my finger to my lips, signaling her to remain quiet and waited a few moments for the room to clear. "I think he's gone." I explained peeking out the curtain. "Sorry I busted in on you, it was the only way I could end that conversation with those drunk idiots and get them on their way." I shivered a bit in the air as she effectively blocked all the warm water from hitting me. "I can get out now and let you finish up." "It's O.K. I'm so glad you were here. I knew if anyone did come in it would be some drunk annoying perv who would probably steal my clothes or something." She noticed by skin goose pimpling and moved aside letting the water spray me as she laughed, "You look a little cold...," looking down at my dangling penis she added, "well, not entirely cold, because that is definitely not shrinkage." I wasn't hard by and means but my cock hung down a good 5 inches soft and still looked fat with all the wrinkled skin above the purple head. I just stood letting the warm water hit my stomach and chest as I moved a bit closer. Vanessa's naked breast brushed my arm as we jockeyed for position. "All right, that's enough, let me back under to finish up." She said sliding past me letting her hips and ass rub my thighs and dick. With her back to me she used the shower nozzle to slick her long dark hair back, letting the ends brush her spine. I immediately noticed the dried ketchup still on her skin a the where the waist of her shorts would have been and pointed it out to her. Vanessa half turned at the waist putting her hand on her hip to help try and get a view of her own back. I felt my cock stiffen as the pose thrust her chest out and showed her left breast off. "I can't see it," she bemoaned. "You get it." I took some soap and began rubbing her waist just above her ass causing her hips to twist back and forth. Vanessa faced away again, spreading her legs a bit to get a better base and putting both hands on the back wall to steady her body as I rubbed harder. I stood immediately to her side placing my palm on her stomach to keep her steady as my other hand scraped at the dried outline of the ketchup. Her tits swayed opposite by rubbing action, her nipples just brushing the slick tiled wall. Somehow after getting it all off I just kept making wider and wider circles on her back, spreading the soap and rubbing her muscles. Moving directly behind her, both hands worked up her spine to her shoulders and back down to her waist so my thumbs could travel up her spine again. Vanessa let out a low moan as I massaged her back, letting her head drop in relaxation. Finally, I found my hands running up her side and to the front, cupping each breast and massaging up over her nipples and back down. Not content with just the one pass on her now soapy tits, I continued squeezing, rolling her already hard nipples between by thumb and index finger. I couldn't believe how firm her tits were as they filled my hands. Pressing them together, running my palms over the hard nipples, lifting and squeezing the malleable flesh I zoned out just kneading her chest until she broke the silence, "I think my boobs are clean now." I snapped back into real time, realizing I was pressed against her back, sliding my now completely hard cock against her hip as I felt her up. "Sorry," I dropped my hands away from her tits, "I don't know what came over me." Vanessa laughed, "That's what happened to me last time." "Huh?" I asked as she turned to face me. "Last time...," Her laugh continued, "You came on me. You know in your room the last time you had a boner like that, I had to go down and take a shower after you lost it." She reached down and gripped my hard cock in her hand like she was gripping a hand rail. "You know, this time I'm already in the shower.... so clean up would be pretty easy." Her hand began slowly jerking me toward her, keeping me rock hard in her palm. My breath was coming quickly as she straddled my leg while stroking me off with her hand. I could feel the rough stubble of her pubic hair on my thigh as she briefly rubbed herself against me. "I've never sucked a guy off in the boys shower before. Would you like that?" I nodded a quick yes, reaching up past her pumping arm and giving her right breast a squeeze. Vanessa flipped the small fold away bench down and sat with her face at near perfect level. "If you were to cum all over my tits in the shower, it would be so hot. Would you jerk off later thinking about it?" Her taunting voice was only making me more desperate for the promised blow job. I didn't answer and just pushed my enormous erection toward her mouth. Vanessa opened her mouth and let me thrust forward, almost too far for her as she pushed my thighs back then leaned forward sucking me in again. Her hands slipped down the back of my thighs and began guiding my thrusts as I fucked her mouth. After a few moments she stopped to catch her breath, gripping me with her hands again to stroke me before slapping my cock off her tongue while looking up at me with those violet eyes. She pressed my cock against my abdomen and licked me from my balls to the tip before sucking me inside her moist mouth again. Her intensity increased and she sucked as fast as her head could bob while pumping my dick with her hands. Her hands looked so small grasping my veiny shaft, I loved how her mouth stretched and her breath hissed in her nose as she worked the fleshy pole into her mouth. This time I warned her, "I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!" Vanessa moved up a bit pressing her tits together around my meat and sliding up while still trying to take my bulbous head in her mouth. The water provided great lubrication as I slid easily between her tits. I had never tit fucked a girl before, Amy's breasts weren't large enough but Vanessa's perfect. The first cum shot squirted up hitting her face before the rest oozed out, mixing with the shower water and running over her hands and tits. She made a point of working my cock in valley between her breasts, letting the water clean away the evidence before standing up smiling. "See, all clean!" "Oh fucking A, Vanessa. That felt so good, I want to do something more... let me eat your pussy. I want to return the favor, I'll lick your pussy for as long as you want." I pulled her close grabbing her ass so she would straddle my leg with her bare pussy. "Hmmm, tempting. But not here. Let's get out of here and go back to your room and we'll see." She disentangled herself from me and jumped out of the shower leaving me to shut it off. When I pulled the curtain aside and got out she had quickly dried herself off and was pulling a pair of black tights up her naked legs. I saw she didn't bother with underwear nor a bra as she pulled on the tight t shirt on top. As soon as we were in my room I pressed her against the door and kissed her deeply. Vanessa pulled away, "No kissing...I have a boyfriend remember?" Confused, I backed away. "No kissing? I thought you were going to let me lick your pussy and now you won't let me kiss you?" "I didn't say you couldn't lick my pussy," She bend down and slid her tights down. "I said no kissing." She stepped past me and sat on the futon, spreading her legs. "I have to say no to something." Moving down to my knees between her legs I leaned in and licked up her inner thigh, letting my tongue run over the stubble before hitting the soft damp hair on her pubis. My hands spread her legs further, letting my face get in tight as I tasted the wet slit of her pussy for the first time. The tangy wetness covered my chin as I probed inside her opening, flicking the hard little clit at the apex. Vanessa moaned and pulled her knees up to grasp her feet, holding her legs wide open for me. I slid one hand under her ass while the other finger fucked her pussy below my flickering tongue on her clit. Her groin was trapped between my hand and face while thrusting inside her. Vanessa's leg dropped, one over my shoulder and the other back to the floor while she gyrated her hips in time with her exhales. I wrapped my arm around her thigh as if hugging it to my cheek while my hand once again pulled the flesh of her pussy taunt from the top so my tongue could reach her clit. I gave up finger banging her and used the palm of my hand to press her other thigh open further pressing my face in to be able to lick her everywhere. The small rush of fluid told me she was about to cum just before she gripped my head and squeezed her legs together, letting out moan followed by a giggle and squirm to get her sensitive parts away. I sat back on my haunches and wiped my face. Her spread legs still in front of me giving me a wonderful view of her fuzzy swollen pussy lips, glistening with her cum and my saliva. Her chest heaved up and down, still covered by the t shirt, obviously hard nipples poking upward on her flattened breasts. Her left forearm draped over her head as she rested, looking at the table to her right. "THAT, was so worth it. I would suck your cock all the time if that was the reward." "I'd have no problem with that arrangement." "I bet." She smiled sitting up and crossing her long brown legs. "What are those handcuffs for?" She asked nodding her head towards the table. "Oh those were left from Halloween." I explained. "Do you have a key?" She asked. "Yeah, it's here somewhere." "If you can promise you have it, I mean show it to me. I have a fun idea if you're game." Jumping up I dug through a desk drawer until the key was found. "What do you have in mind?" "What would you do if I was handcuffed to your bed over there? What would you do to me?" I smiled, "What would you let me do?" "Whatever you want." I could already feel my cock getting hard as she stood up still naked from the waist down and put the handcuffs on one wrist. "Every night when I work at the bars, guys tell me how they want to fuck me, or what they would do to me in the bedroom so I was wondering what you would do. Sometimes I get so horny thinking about it when I get home. Like tonight, some drunk guy told me he would love to titty fuck me. So when we were in the shower I couldn't help it. I mean I've always had thing for having a stranger just take me, sort of a fantasy, and it isn't the same if it is with my boyfriend. Call it fulfilling a couple fantasies at once, getting tied up, having a strange person...or in your case, a new person just do what they want to me." She hooked the cuff over the post of my top bunk and clicked the other bracelet around her free wrist. "Uh, yeah, I could do that..." I was almost stammering. "Not to mention getting a really big cock." She added as she looked over her shoulder at me, bending at the waist to accentuate her ass and exposed oval shaped pussy. "Sort of a three for one I guess." She spread her legs like in the shower, as I moved closer, providing a base as she leaned forward against the post with her hands bound up by her face. I pulled my boxers off and whipped my shirt over my head. My half hard cock resting on her lower back between her cheeks while I slid her shirt up to get at her tits once again. Since her hands were cuffed I couldn't pull her shirt off so I just pulled the bottom up over her head in the front and left in around her shoulders and neck. Her leg lifted up on the bed as I rubbed my quickly engorging cock against her slit. It was like she was trying to straddle the length of my pole. I let her grind her pussy over the top of my now completely hard cock, helping her get wet again. I wanted to suck her nipples so badly but was content to fondle and pull at their rubbery nubs while she slid her whiskery pussy on my dick. Rumors Just Might Be True I couldn't wait any longer and slid my hand off her chest to try and guide my member inside her from behind. My left hand applied gentle pressure to her back forcing her to bend lower and sticking her ass out towards me. Even with my right gripping the base of my cock it was tight trying to fit inside, I ran the tip up and down her opening repeatedly trying to get enough lubrication before pushing inward. After only a few inches the resistance caused a slight bend in my dick and I pulled back out almost completely before pressing forward again, this time feeling her lips release and the warm wet sensation of being inside her. With half my cock buried in her it was now just a few slow hip thrusts to get the juices flowing and with a sudden release I was all the way in to my balls. Vanessa's head was resting on her upper arm with her nose and mouth buried on the opposite arm's elbow. Her eyes were closed but I could tell from her tense body she was fighting back some sort of sound when I slid all the way in. Both my hands gripped her narrow waist, my thumbs actually touching each other while I pulled her back to meet my thrusting hips. I kept the pace slow, nearly pulling all the way out before steadily pushing all the way back inside. The sticky wetness that leaked out every time I retreated ran down my balls and coated my wide shaft in a milky residue of our mixed secretions. I looked up from my work and saw Vanessa biting down on her bicep as I fucked her slow and deep, lifting her off her heels with the extra thrust right at the end. Speeding up I began slapping into her thighs as I rammed forward increasing the intensity, squeezing her hips harder, breathing louder and letting few grunts escape. She finally spoke a breathy, "Yes, yes, fuck me harder, harder, ohhh, fuck yes..." her head slumping downward between her upraised arms still restrained around the bunk post. A more gutteral steady, "uuuuuuhhhhhhhffffffff, uuuuuuuuuhhhhfffff, uuuuuuuhhhhfff," seemed to come from the pit of her stomach. A few times I slipped out and ran my slick cock up the crack of her ass a few times before quickly and easily guiding it right back into her smooth and now gaping canal. My cock looked bigger than I had ever noticed as it seemed to grow even more inside her. Slowing the pace again I stopped completely buried inside her not moving. "What's wrong?" She panted, lifting her head to turn back at me. "Why are you stopping?" "I gotta stop for a second. I'll cum right now if I don't." As if a challenge to her she squirmed forward and managed to wiggle enough to get a couple inches of motion going again. "It's O.K., just pull out before you cum. I'm on the pill but I don't need to tempt fate too much." I let her wiggle around a bit but managed to suppress the urge to cum and pulled out completely before sliding a chair over to sit on. I moved in closer, allowing Vanessa to settle back down on my cock. My lap was just high enough that she could lift up with her legs and impale herself on me without being uncuffed. Her arms remained stretched above her head, gripping the post to add to her leverage, her legs spread around my bunk posts while she rode up and down aided by my lifting. I could finally reach around and massage her buoyant tits as they bounced in rhythm, letting her aroused nipples brush my palms as they passed by.. I let her control the pace, as she took all of my cock deep inside before pulling herself up and sliding down again. It didn't take long before the urge to explode built up again. I warned her as before but she didn't stop her steady pace, "I can't stop now!" She hissed, "I'm so close, so fucking close, keep going, keep fucking me." She was in control despite her bound hands around the pole, I couldn't have moved from under her if I wanted, pinned between her rising and falling ass and the chair. She wasn't rising nearly as far now and was mainly just moving over the last couple inches of my cock, keeping it deep inside her as she ground her lips and clit around the base. "Vanessa, I can't hold out, I am going to cum." "I don't care, just do it, I am not stopping...aaaggghhh, aaaaggghhh." I felt my own body tense and release as I came inside her, my hips thrusting up once and holding there as she vainly tried to push me back down. My lap was sticky with fluids as more leaked out with every move up and down by Vanessa. Her body tensed only a moment later as her own orgasm hit. She released the pole and collapsed back, arms suspended at her cuffed wrists. With Vanessa just resting on my lap, my sensitive cock still inside her I reached around and gently massaged her pubic area, pressing her clit from outside, sending a shiver through her and causing her to giggle, "Stop, stop, it tickles." "You know I thought you were supposed to be doing what you wanted to me, not the other way around. I feel like I did all the work." She teased leaning her head back to try and see me. "I know but you did such a good job. I suppose I could let you out of those cuffs and let you lay down to have my way with you." "Yeah, my wrists and arms are getting sore if you don't mind." I helped her to her feet and got up myself to retrieve the key and free her hands. I pushed the chair back to the desk as she rubbed her wrists and upper arms, letting the blood flow return to normal. She still looked so damn sexy standing naked except for the t shirt pulled up over her face and around the back of her neck and shoulders. Her nipples no longer stood quite so hard. The thin strip of brown pubic hair was matted and sticky with cum from both of us. I just stood, naked myself watching her as she straightened a hair scruntchie on top of her head to hold her hair up in a thick pony tail after pulling off the t shirt completely, her tits bouncing with the movements. "Time for round two?" I asked hopefully sitting on the futon. "Are you serious? It's like 4:30 in the morning?" She laughed but moved closer to stand over me. I pulled her towards me, letting her straddle my leg on her knees and propping herself up on the back of the futon, her tits right in my face. "You said I get to do what I want to you and like you said you did all the work the first time." I leaned my face forward the last few inches to lick her nipple for the first time. "And I want to have sex again." Vanessa's hand moved to up her ribs lifting her breast toward me while I sucked the hardened flesh. My hands moved up to pull her close by the backs of her thighs and ass while sitting up to keep licking and sucking her tits. She allowed my hands to support her, sitting up straighter and massaging both tits with her own hands in front of my face. Each grapefruit sized breast was round and firm, curving upward from below rather than sagging. She tried to lift one to her mouth but couldn't quite suck her own nipple, just barely able to tease it with her tongue. "Sorry, my tits aren't big enough for me suck." She pouted. "I've seen Stacy do it with her ginormous boobs." "It's O.K., more than O.K. I think your tits are perfect. Probably too firm to stretch that far, but I don't mind doing it for you." I gripped her nipple in my lips tugging gently. "Aww, you're so nice." She mocked as she let her head fall back enjoying my wet tongue flicking her nipple. "Nice enough for another blow job to get me ready again?" "Again with the blow job? I feel like I've created a monster here." "Well you said anything I want to do and I guess I want you to do that." "Do that?" She mocked again. "You mean suck your dick? You can say it you know...I don't mind. I like giving head. I know girls say they don't but I really do and you, well your cock is amazing. I could just suck it all night I think." "All right then, suck my cock Vanessa." I ordered. She slid down off my lap between my leg again, stroking the tacky skin slowly. "Do you want me to wash it off? I mean it's covered in...." She cut me off. "I don't mind. I've tasted pussy and cum before." She said just before sucking my half hard cock back into her throat. Being only half hard, the size was much more manageable for Vanessa and she sucked her cheeks in as she engulfed me. The thought of her tasting pussy before and my sudden recall of her mentioning seeing Stacy suck her own nipples made me curious. "So when have you tasted pussy before?" She looked up at me and I could tell she was smiling as she pulled my cock out of her mouth. "Oh, sucking your dick isn't enough? You want dirty stories too?" I was completely hard now as she was stroking me and taunting me. "I see your hard already so I guess I can stop but all I will tell you is that I've tasted pussy twice, well two different pussies, more than once." "Whose?" I begged getting more aroused. I knew there were stories about Vanessa but I was curious to hear one straight from her. As if reading my mind she responded, "Look I know there are rumors and gossip out there about me but I have to keep some secrets right? I mean you of all people should be able to understand that?" "I know, I'm sorry, but I was just curious. You can't toss something like that out in the air and not give me some details." "All I'll say is that I've tasted my own pussy, obviously...," sucking me in again she provided evidence, "and Stacy's. But that is all I'm saying. Maybe I'll tell you the story some other night." As if to punctuate the end of the conversation she climbed up on my lap, inserting my hard cock into her well lubed pussy to begin riding me face to face for the first time. After only a few moments I pushed her back to the floor and pounded her missionary style for fifteen furious minutes. She locked her ankles around my waist and hugged me tight as I buried my cock deeply into her. Her rule about kissing fell aside as she moved up my neck with her soft kisses before tonguing my mouth. We were locked so tightly together for the last round as I felt I could go on forever. Our mouths breathed hot air and moans into each other's ear with each slow deep thrust. I lost count of how many times I heard her whisper, "Fuck me, fuck me, don't stop" in my ear. Her tits swayed on her ribs, rubbing my chest when I leaned in close, bouncing freely when I changed positions and went to my knees holding her legs up. The final furious pounding to get me off took surprisingly long. I pressed her knees to her chin to help support her tits from flying all over during the rapid pounding as I drove into her lifted pelvis. When I pulled out to cum, I moved up to blow on her tits and face which made her laugh as she licked the thin liquid off her chin. "So that is how you end your chance to do anything? Cumming on my face and tits. You are such a typical guy." I couldn't argue with her and just collapsed next to her, pulling the blanket off the bottom bunk to cover us. The light was just coming up over the horizon and I knew classes today wouldn't be happening for me. I felt Vanessa turn her back to me and snuggle her ass back against me so I rolled over, spooning her naked body and falling asleep.