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Study Break

By: Jonathan Pryce



I walk into the University library, with its high ceilings and humongous oak tables, with rows of tall back chairs lining the side of the tables which stretch out long across the center of the first floor. The center is wide open aside from the tables, surrounded by case after case of shelves, and the library scales three stories. Three stories of books, indexed and cataloged for all the public to peruse.

I have a term paper due. Next week. As usual, I have chosen to procrastinate until the last minute. I resign myself to a long, long night, and walk throughout the library in order to find a quiet, secluded desk to hunker myself down in. Off on either side of the library are small desks with high walled sides, to ensure privacy and help minimize distractions. I find an empty one to call home. As I unload my laptop from my backpack, I see you look out at me from the desk right next to mine. You're beautiful, and I pause just long enough to make eye contact. 

"Hi." I say. You nod a greeting right back at me. You're wearing a tight black turtleneck, and short rust colored skirt. Opaque black stockings and knee high black boots, laced up the side. 

"Term paper?" I know I should be concentrating on getting my own work done, but I'm mesmerized by your presence. You look back out at me, and look me over. 

"Yes. You?" I must have passed the once over.

"Yeah. Just starting. Long night ahead of me." I take off my leather coat and drape it over the back of the chair.

"I'm just about finished myself." You smile at me. I'm wearing a white, loose, untucked collared shirt and my favorite pair of faded jeans, slightly torn from overuse. "Maybe I can help you out..."

"Really? God, that would be great!" I can't believe my good fortune.

"Sure, what are you working on?" Uh oh. I hadn't planned a response this far ahead.

"Um, uh, 19th century erotica..?" I waited for the giggle, or a sarcastic smirk. It didn't come. "It's for my English Lit class." I explained.

"Mmm," Your eyes sparkle. "I love erotica. But we really shouldn't leave those kinds of books out in the open here. Let's go grab a private room."

The library had small private rooms, with windowed doors of course, and they were primarily used for listening to audio materials or viewing "controversial" materials. I really didn't think erotica qualified, but I wasn't going to argue with the opportunity to be a enclosed room with you, researching historic porn. 

We found an empty private room up on the third floor to put our stuff in, and each armed with a reference list headed out to find our materials. We split up the research, I went off to find my texts and you went off for the illustrated works, kept in an entirely different area of the library. This place was huge and sprawling. It took me about 40 minutes to find everything I needed and get back to the room to find you waiting. By the looks of things, you had already been there awhile. One of the large illustrated books was turned open to a page, with several young men servicing an upper class woman. You were entranced in the drawing, and your cheeks were flush. I shut the door behind me.

"My god, this stuff is incredible!" You say, grabbing my hand and pulling me down beside you. "Look at this!" You open the book to another page you had marked. Two naked woman were sitting atop a lying man, one sitting on his face, the other on his cock. Both woman had expressions of total bliss. I notice you breathing a little heavy. "I love this one!" I wonder just how long you had been looking at these pictures. You turn the page to show me a drawing of a man kneeling between a woman's spead legs, her dress lifted high, licking her pussy. You groan. "This is so hot..."

I put my hand on your leg, as you continue to turn the pages. Your breathing increases I slowly ran my hand up your leg, and up under your skirt. Your stockings end, and I feel my fingers caress your bare thigh. As you view a picture of a man finger-fucking a woman as he sucks her nipples, my hand hits your panties and glides across your pussy. You gasp, and pull my hand out.

"Wait..." you say, as reach underneath and pull off your panties. You grab my hand and pull it back where it was, with this time nothing to block its way. Your pussy is soft and wet, and my fingers easily slide around it's perimeter. I run a finger across your clit, and watch as you bite your lip. "Fuck..." you whisper, under your breath.

You turn another page, as I continue to explore you with my fingers. I kneel down in front of you, positioning myself at a better angle. You are so wet, and I can hear my fingers in the quiet room, as they slide back and forth. I can't see the book anymore, so I ask you to describe the scenes to me.

"There are two women... and one man..." I move a finger slowly inside you. "Uhn... and one woman... oh... is sucking his cock... god, it's so thick..." I lift my other hand up and rub that thumb against your clit. I insert another finger in you, and began to slowly pump them in and out.

"Oh god... yessss..." You're starting to tremble. It must feel so good.

"Keep reading." I ask, "What is the other woman doing?"

"Uhn... she's laying next to him... her legs spread... he's... oh, fuck... he's licking her..."

That's all I need to hear. I remove my fingers. You immediately groan in frustration.

"D-don't! Don't stop..." You plead. I'm not about to stop. I dive beneath your skirt, and my lips meet yours. You're sweet and salty, and I suck your juices in my mouth. I'm in heaven.

"Oh, fuck... fuck me... god, don't stop..." The book slides out of your hands to your side. Now free, your hands grab the back of my head and pull me harder against you. I eat greedily.

"That's so good... keep licking me... oh, yes... right there... faster... FASTER..." My tongue is flying against your clit, huge and exposed. You're very close. I pause, licking slow.

"Oh God, you're killing me! Oh God, I want to cum... please... make me cum..." I increase the pace again. Every time I feel you reaching the edge, I slow down, deliberately avoiding your clit, alternating licking deep inside you, pressing my tongue against you.

"Fucker! I need to cum... please!" You're begging me now, crazy with lust. My cock is straining against my jeans. I can't take much more of this myself. It's time to make you cum. I plunge two fingers back into your pussy as I focus my tongue directly on your clit.

"Oh, yeah... oh FUCK! I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... oh, fuck!" Your body starts shaking and I feel you start cumming. Juices cover my fingers, pumping in and out your pussy. I look up to watch your face as you cum. I almost cum in my pants watching. "Enough!" you shout, pulling my hand away, "Oh, god... so sensitive... need a minute..."

I stand up in front of you, my cock a hard bulge throbbing against my pants. You look at it, unzip me, and pull it out into your mouth. My eyes roll back in my head. I can't take it. It feels so damn good.

You're slowly rolling your tongue around my cockhead, your small hand wrapped tightly around the base, holding back my cum. Your other hand is caressing my balls, and my head is spinning. I can't open my eyes. I don't care if we're in a library, in a small room with a window on the door that anyone walking by can look into, can see you with my cock in your mouth. All I care about is you, and what you're doing to me.

Suddenly, you stop.

"H-huh?" I open my eyes and look down on you. You're leaning back in your chair, and you've lifted your skirt up to your waist. I can see your pussy, and how wet it is as you begin to play with yourself. I know what you want. I start to stroke my cock above you, masturbating with you. 

Your eyes are fixated on my cock, as I pump my hand up and down along it's length. Your hand is moving faster, and I increase my pace to keep up with you. I'm not going to last.

"Oh, fuck..." I say, "I'm going to cum..." Your eyes open wide, and you plunge your finger inside yourself. 

"Yes! Cum for me... cum for me..."

"Oh, Gooooood..." My cock starts pumping what seems like gallons out at you. It splashes on your leg, so close to your fingers that are slamming your pussy, as you cum with me.

"Oh, yessss... I'm cumming..." You stretch out. My cock is still pumping. On your leg. On the floor. On my hand. I pull my hand away. My knees fell weak. You look at my cock, still hard, dripping it's juice. You look at my hand, cum covering my fingers. You take my hand, and bring a finger into you mouth, sucking clean the cum. At this rate, I'll be hard all night. You pull away from finger, and lick you lips.

"Thank you." You say.

"Thank me? Thank you!" I stand there, rock hard cock pointing in your direction.

"Down boy! We'll take another 'study break' later." You smile at me, run your fingers down my cock, and go back to the drawings. "It's time to get back to work!" As you look over the pictures again, your hand drifts back up to me. I guide my cock into your hand and you start to stroke. You're still flushed.

"Ok... enough studying!" You slam the book shut. "Come here, you!" You pull me on top of you, and our tongues wrestle as our bodies rub against one another. 

I was right. It's going to be a long, long night...

Study Break



Becky looked into her overstuffed book bag. She ran through her mental inventory list one last time: Calc book, Calc notes, Shakespeare notes, two bottles of apple juice and two granola bars. 'Good,' she thought, 'it's all here.'

"Okay, I'm heading out to the library now," Becky said to her roommate and best-friend Amy.

"Haven't you studied enough for one day? You've been studying for like six hours," Amy asked. She looked up from her magazine.

"Amy," Becky said, "you know I need to ace both of these finals tomorrow to keep my A's."

"I'll make it worth your while if you stay," Amy said with a suggestive pout and wink.

Becky walked over to Amy's bed and looked into her eyes. "I promise," she said putting a hand on Amy's face, "I'll make this up to you after my finals." Becky leaned in and kissed Amy softly on the cheek.

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," Amy said smiling. 

"Well, off I go," Becky said as she slid on her earphones. Becky slung her bag over her shoulder, her blonde ponytail bouncing along with her energetic step.

Becky made the short walk across campus in no time. She found the main floor and lounges of the library crowded with people studying for finals. 'I bet they're all studying for classes they haven't been to all semester,' she thought. The crowds didn't bother her one bit. She knew an area that would be deserted, where she could study without being disturbed.

The snap of Becky's flip-flops echoed in the basement stairwell. She moved quickly through the stacks to the row of wooden carrels arranged against the back wall. Several people, who looked shocked to see somebody else down there willingly, occupied a few of the other carrels. Becky's favorite carrel, the one in the back corner, was open as expected.

Becky arranged her books and was soon studying hard. Becky needed to do well on her Calc final to maintain her A. Becky pored over her notes and the last few chapters in the textbook. She worked out and re-worked solutions, formulas, proofs and theorems until she was confident she knew them all inside and out.

Time stood still for Becky while she concentrated on her Calc. By a quarter to ten Becky was the only person left in the basement. The library would close in a little over an hour.

Becky decided she had enough Calc for one evening. She replaced the vacant area left by her Calc book and notebook with her notes on Shakespeare's historical plays. Even though she nearly had all the important sections of the plays memorized Becky still insisted on studying.

She picked up her heavily underlined copy of "Richard the Third." She turned to a passage she struggled with for weeks to understand. As she silently read the passage over and over again she felt her eyelids grow heavier. The marathon study sessions were catching up with her. 'C'mon Becky,' she thought, 'only a little longer and then you can rest.' She kept thinking that each time her head bobbed from sheer exhaustion. Becky looked at her watch. As far as she could tell she had forty-five minutes until she needed to leave. 'One more read through then I'll go,' she told herself.

The printed words on the page began to blur and run together. No matter how many times she blinked they didn't become clearer. Becky found herself re-reading the same sentence three and four times without any more meaning becoming obvious. Her book dropped out of her hands and landed on the desktop. Instead of picking it up, Becky's head followed the book to the desktop.



Sam looked at his watch. "Twelve-thirty," he said aloud, "good I'm a little ahead tonight." Sam whistled as he walked through the nearly dark basement of the library. The motion sensors near the stairwell kicked on a few lights in the area but the rest of the basement remained pitch black. Sam opened his custodial closet and started to fill up the bucket with water and detergent. Luckily, he thought, this was the only floor in the library that was entirely tile so his time with the bucket and mop were thankfully limited.

Sam wheeled his bucket to the area by the elevator. The lobby area and the area by the steps took him a couple of minutes to mop. These were the easy parts as far as he was concerned. His next areas were his least favorite. The endless rows of stacks with their three-foot wide aisles took him almost two hours to clean. The constant up and down and in and out of the rows made him dizzy.

It was now nearly one o'clock in the morning. Sam pushed his bucket to the back wall. He wondered what kind of surprises awaited him in the rarely used carrels. He usually only found food wrappers, forbidden in the library, and books people were too lazy to reshelf. Once he found a single shoe, which he thought was odd but turned in to lost and found anyhow, and another time he found a pair of pink thong panties, perhaps, he wondered, from a secret tryst. Those weren't turned in to lost and found; they made their way home with Sam.

The last row of lights clicked on as Sam headed down the aisle. By the last cubicle he saw a bookbag on the floor. 'Who would leave that here?' he wondered.

If the bookbag caught him off guard, the blonde girl, sound asleep at the desk, shocked him. Sam put the bucket and mop off to one side and approached the sleeping girl. 'She's really pretty,' Sam thought. 'What's she doing down here? The library's been closed for a while now.'

Sam quietly walked down the aisle. If he was afraid to disturb her, even though she needed to leave, he was more afraid he would scare her and she would scream and run out. Sam leaned over and gingerly shook her shoulder.

"Miss," he said in a quiet voice. Sam spoke as if a librarian would jump out from nowhere and scold him for talking.

Becky didn't move or flinch at all.

"Miss," Sam shook her shoulder more. "Miss, you need to wake up."

Becky shifted her weight in the chair and groggily protested being disturbed.

"You have to go. The library is closed, miss," Sam said insistently.

This time Becky stirred from her position. "Ughh, what time is it," she said rubbing her eyes.

"It's almost one o'clock, miss," Sam said.

Becky tumbled out of her chair and landed on her butt on the floor. Her sharp piercing scream hurt Sam's ears and echoed off the linoleum tiles. "Wh…wh…, where am I? What, what am I doing here?" she asked. Finally she said, "You scared me."

"I seem to have that effect on women," Sam said offering his hand to the young girl on the floor. "You must've fallen asleep studying."

"Yeah, I guess I did," she said. "Why didn't the library staff find me here?'

"I don't know. I suppose you didn't move enough to turn the lights on and when the staff saw it was dark here they didn't bother to check." Sam shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you have to call security? After all I am trespassing?" Becky asked. For the first time she looked Sam over. Becky figured Sam stood a few inches taller than she with broad, powerful looking shoulders. Sam's head was completely bald except for a ring of short brown hair. She noticed the beginnings of a belly underneath his work clothes. Hardly the type of man she normally went for or even found attractive. But, behind his glasses, she noticed, he possessed the most sparkling blue eyes. 'And his voice,' she thought, 'it's really kinda sexy.'

Sam nervously rubbed his scalp. He could tell Becky was looking him over. He felt his face flush and he felt horribly self-conscious. 'She must think I'm hideous,' he thought. 'I know she'd never have anything to do with a fat loser like me.'

"Um, I guess I should show you to the front door," Sam said. "Here, let me help you with your books," he said motioning towards the carrel.

"Yeah, I guess I should get going," Becky said. "Oh, by the way my name is Becky."

"I'm, I'm Sam," he said shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you," she replied. Becky turned around and bent over to pick up her bookbag. Sam's eyes shot immediately to Becky's backside displayed right in front of him. The tiny shorts rode up exposing the lower part of Becky's creamy bottom. Her thighs looked smooth and well defined, just like the rest of her long lean legs. Sam drank in the sight, leering intently at the pretty creature before him, until she stood up. 

"Uck, these stupid shorts," Becky said in disgust. "They keep giving me a wedgie," she said hooking a finger in each leg and adjusting it as needed.

Sam gulped and managed a meager smile. Sam's attention was slowly drawn away from her gleaming smile to her chest. Her t-shirt stretched perfectly over each curve of her upper body. The tight fabric accentuated the gentle curve and feminine roundness of her ample breasts. Seemingly put on display for Sam's benefit, they sat high on her chest defying gravity. 'Firm' and 'perky' immediately came to his mind. 'Those are perfect tits,' he thought, 'young, and oh so yummy.'

Becky knew when she was being checked out. Unlike most other times though, she felt herself getting turned on. 'What is it about this guy?' she thought. 'It's those eyes and that voice. His eyes look so kind and intelligent, I can tell he's a good man just by his eyes. You can't fake that. Oh, and that voice! Shit, his voice is so sweet. Does he realize he could literally talk me out of my panties? Nah, he seems shy, he probably has no clue what he's doing to me. I guess I could make a move. What's wrong with me?' Becky thought, 'he's kinda chubby and bald and all I want to do is fuck him senseless.' Becky could feel her pussy start to dampen.

"Tell me something, Sam," Becky said when she had finished packing her bookbag.

"Okay, what's that?"

"Did you enjoy what you saw?"

'What the hell is this girl talking about?' Sam thought. 'How do I answer that question?' Sam felt trapped. He quickly became aware that whatever happened or whatever was said would be a matter of he-said-she-said. Sam backed into a bookcase as he tried to move away from Becky. His mind groped for a quick way out of this situation.

"Uh, uh, I think I should take you to the front door now. Maybe I should call security first. You shouldn't be here," Sam said.

Becky realized almost too late that her sudden directness scared Sam. Not that it would have only scared Sam but that any decent man would be terrified of an innocent encounter being later turned into something horrible. Becky had heard stories of good men's lives ruined by false stories from a remorseful or guilt-ridden woman. 'How do I get this straightened out,' Becky thought. 'Maybe I should just leave. No, I'm committed.' Becky laughed to herself: 'I haven't put this much work into landing a guy since I banged Amy's brother, Johnny.'

"Sam, I didn't mean to scare you," Becky said. She held her hand out as if trying to calm him down.

"You didn't scare me," he said defiantly.

Becky took a step closer to Sam. She looked him straight in the eye and smiled. Before Sam could utter another word Becky slowly began to lift her t-shirt. Sam gulped as Becky's trim waist and stomach came into view followed by her belly ring. The leading edge of her t-shirt slid over her full breasts. Sam licked his dry lips when the pink lacey cups of her bra came into view. In what seemed like an eternity to Sam, the rest of Becky's bra finally came into full view. Becky tossed her shirt on the carrel desk and stood there in front of Sam with her hands on her hips, her tits threatening to tumble out of the confines of their bra.

"Sam, a girl knows when she's being checked out. It's okay really." As Becky spoke she reached around her back and unclasped her bra. Sam felt his pulse begin to race as Becky's delicate fingers slid the straps of the bra down to her elbows. Sam's face grew hot as he cast his gaze upon Becky's ample bosom. The round globes of her breasts hung symmetrically as Sam studied their slight movement when she breathed. Each one topped by a light brown areola, the nipple slightly puckered from the cool air conditioned basement. Her tits jiggled when she threw her bra next to her shirt.

"Uhhh," is the only response Sam uttered. Nothing like this ever happened, this was the stuff of legends. This sort of thing was only found on porn movies and in the letters of girlie magazines. If this stuff did happen, at thirty, Sam was sure it had never happened to him or anybody else he ever knew.

"You really have beautiful blue eyes. You should show them off more," Becky said. This drew Sam's attention from her breasts and even from a few feet away, Becky could see him relax as his hands moved away from the sides of the bookcase.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Becky asked. "Maybe even hot?" Becky arched her eyebrows and cupped her breasts when she asked this.

"Yes, yes, you are very pretty." Sam's cock stiffened when Becky cupped her tits in her tiny hands. Those types of pictures were his favorite but it was so much hotter when the girl was right in front of you doing it.

"Mmm, that's good," Becky said. "Tell me if I'm hot," she added.

"Oh, you're very hot," Sam said, his voice seemed more normal and less nervous.

"Make it nastier," Becky said with a little playful snarl.

"You're so fuckin' hot. You've got great fuckin' tits, too," Sam's voice took on a lecherous tone.

Becky smiled and turned so Sam could get a nice view of her ass. "Do you like the way my ass looks? I bet you do," she said. Becky slid her thumbs into her shorts and slid them down to expose the tiny back of her thong and most of her pert bottom. Another wiggle of her hips and her shorts slid down her long legs to the floor. This left Becky in only her tiny panties and flip-flops.

"You've got a great ass," Sam said, his lecherous tone even more pronounced. This time Sam licked his lips not to wet them, but as a hungry animal just thrown a piece of tender, succulent meat.

Sam took a step away from the bookcase and closed the distance between him and Becky. With a quick flick of his wrist and a well-placed hand where her ass curved towards her leg, Sam smacked her rear. She yelped when she felt the sharp snap of Sam's hand. If she could twist her head, she would have seen a light red hand imprint begin to form on her tan bottom.

"Look who's mister forward all of a sudden," Becky said with a huge grin on her face as she rubbed her tender behind, "I like that…a lot."

Sam reached forward and pulled Becky close to him. The same instincts that had told him to run a minute earlier now told him to press forward, to be bold.

Sam enjoyed the feeling of Becky's lithe young body pressed against his. She let herself be totally enveloped in Sam's grip. Becky cuddled herself closer to Sam and put her hands on his strong shoulders. Becky could feel and hear him sniffing her hair and neck, his hands rubbed her bare back and occasionally brushed against the fabric of her thong. His nose gathered in the faint scents of Becky's shower gel and perfume from earlier that day. Becky could feel her knees tremble from the erotic experience of Sam taking the time to enjoy her perfume.

'Most guys would've gone for my tits or ass by now,' Becky thought. 'He definitely is different than the others.'

"Mmm…I like that," Sam said, the smile on his face hard to ignore.

"Like what?" Becky said, with a curious grin.

Sam twitched his nose to smell more of her sweet aroma. "You smell like a whore. I like that."

"A whore?" Becky said. "Coming from anybody else I'd say that was a come on. But, I think you're sincere when you say that." Becky and Sam both laughed.

'I'm glad that didn't offend her,' Sam thought, the nervous and shy part of him nearly took back over, the part that controlled his actions. 'She does smell terrific though.'

'I think I've unwittingly released a sex fiend,' Becky thought. 'I can't wait to see what else he has pent up in there, but he's taking too long to make a move.'

Becky grabbed Sam's head and kissed him hard. Becky's tongue slid between her and Sam's pressed lips. Sam was so caught off guard he could do nothing but try and breathe normally. His hands remained around Becky's waist, unable to move. His cock strained against his underwear and pushed against Becky's waist. Meanwhile her tongue explored the inside of Sam's mouth. He could feel spit from her mouth enter his, it may have been his imagination but he thought it tasted sweet.

Becky pulled her tongue from Sam's mouth and as she broke the kiss she slowly closed her teeth around Sam's bottom lip. Sam's bottom lip pulled away from his mouth until a pinprick of pain shot across his lip.

"Oww," Sam said. He ran a finger across his lip to check for blood.

Becky giggled. "Oops, I'm sorry." Becky grabbed Sam's shirt and pulled him towards the carrel. "Come here and sit on the desk," Becky said.

Sam leaned against the desk as Becky sat down on the chair in front of him. Becky had her legs spread wide and her left hand was inside her panties. Sam could see her fingers moving quickly under her panties as she fingered her wet pussy. A look of pleasure and mischief flashed across her face. The white material of her thong was soaked through from her pussy juices. Sam rubbed his cock through his pants.

After she took her hand out of her panties she grabbed Sam's belt. She slowly pulled the belt from its loops and undid the buckle. Sam undid the buttons on the front of his shirt and pulled his work shirt and t-shirt out of his pants. He kicked off his shoes as Becky yanked his pants down and let them drop to the floor. Sam stepped out of them and tossed his pants away with his foot. He also pushed his shirts towards the back of the carrel.

Becky lasciviously licked her lips staring at the hard on aching to be let out. Becky grabbed the waistband and yanked it over Sam's cock. His dick snapped back into place against his belly after she pulled his underwear down.

Becky reached her left hand up and gently started to stroke Sam's balls. Sam tilted his head back and let out a low throaty moan as Becky's delicate fingers kneaded his testicles.

"Do you like that?" Becky asked.

Sam only nodded his head.

With her other hand Becky squeezed the base of Sam's cock. Becky was impressed by the size of his hard on, even with her hand wrapped around the shaft his cock still looked large and solid. As she squeezed his thick shaft several large drops of clear precome oozed from the swollen tip of his cock. The droplets rolled down the underside of his dick and onto Becky's fingers.

Becky grinned when she saw this happen. She began to slowly stroke his cock as more drops of precome seeped from his dick. Becky stroked him faster as his dick became slick with its own juices.

Becky pulled all the skin around Sam's dick back as far as she could, exposing the bulbous tip. Gently, as if she were afraid it might explode, Becky slid her tongue over the sensitive area underneath the tip. She tasted the delicious salty precome.

She then closed her lips over the tip. Her tongue wrapped over the top and down the other side. Sam groaned as Becky dragged her moist lips along the underside of his cock. Drops of saliva wetted his dick. Becky slid her tongue back down the length of his shaft. She could feel every contour and vein with her tongue. Drops of precome oozed from his tip with every squeeze of her hand. Before too long Becky's hand and Sam's dick glistened from the glow of fluorescent lights.

Becky looked Sam in the eyes while she caressed his balls. With a wink and a sly grin Becky wrapped her lips around Sam's shaft. Sam moaned loudly and thrust his hips towards Becky's face forcing her to take more of him into her mouth. Sam was mesmerized by the hypnotic sway of Becky's ponytail as it swished across her shoulders. Becky worked her head and mouth back and forth and in circles around the huge cock stuffed into her mouth. Her cheeks occasionally bulged out as Sam's tip pushed on either one of her cheeks. Sam especially liked when the tip of his cock would brush against the ridged roof of her mouth. It sent shivers down his spine.




Study Break



Each time Becky moved her mouth towards Sam's tip she left more spit on his cock. The spit accumulated until it began to run off of his shaft and balls and down Becky's hand. Before too long even Becky's forearm grew wet. 

The sounds coming from Becky's throat hinted at her efforts. With all the spit flowing from her mouth gurgling and slurping sounds escaped with every bob of her head. Becky considered these sounds rewards for her hard work. The squelching sound of spit and the gobs of saliva rolling down Sam's cock only urged her on more.

Sam began to thrust his hips forward urging his cock deeper into Becky's inviting mouth. All the lubrication helped make that all the much easier. Sam felt his cock slide along Becky's cheek and slipped towards the back of her throat. He felt it slip over her tongue and nudge the deep recesses of her throat. It was too much for Becky to take at one time.

"Unghh," Becky groaned as she recoiled from his cock. Sam's dick slipped out of her mouth with a popping noise. Loose spit and saliva trailed from the tip of Sam's dick to Becky's mouth while other drops rolled off his cock only to land on Becky's chest and slide between her firm mounds. Becky continued to hack and cough for a few seconds, a few wayward tears rolled down her cheeks while she composed herself.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked looking a little considered.

Becky wiped the tears from face with the palm of her hand and shook her head. When she finished, Becky grabbed her breasts and raised herself off the chair and wrapped her tits around Sam's spit covered cock. Becky smiled at him and began stroking his cock with her lush tits.

Sam groaned as he watched the head of his prick disappear into the confines of her soft, fleshy valley. He was on the verge of shooting his load all over Becky's pretty face and down her cleavage, but he wanted to return the favor.

"It's your turn," Sam said. He pulled Becky up from her chair and switched places with her. She bent over the desk and rubbed her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties. Sam ran his hands up the back of Becky's taut thighs. Her bare skin felt silky and smooth to the touch. His hands caressed her perky bottom while he squeezed and kneaded her ass. He relished the lovely sensations under his fingertips and the cooing and moaning coming from Becky.

Turning things up a little Sam smacked her ass with a hard flick of his wrist. Becky squealed and laughed in delight as she wiggled her hips seductively.

"Smack my ass again," she said. Becky thrust her ass towards Sam to emphasize her wishes. "Oohh," Becky cooed as Sam's large hand snapped across the already red area of Becky's behind. "That's it," Becky laughed, enjoying every second of attention her bottom received.

Sam laughed too. "Mmmm," he moaned while he slid his fingers under Becky's thong and began to pull the panties slowly down over her rear. Becky wiggled her hips again from side to side to help Sam. Sam inhaled the sweet fragrance of Becky's tight pussy as it came fully into view. Her slick wet lips glistened alluringly from the overhead fluorescent lights. Becky stepped out of her panties and slid them across the floor.

Sam leaned in and dragged the tip of his tongue over Becky's swollen pussy. She jumped as his tongue moved along her slit and dipped into her wet, juicy hole.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. Sam lapped at her tangy secretions and buried his face deeper into her snatch. Her juices coated her thighs and dribbled onto Sam's chin. Sam kissed and licked her thighs, he kissed her bald pussy. Becky moaned louder with each stroke of his tongue. She continued to push her pussy closer to Sam's nose urging him on. Sam could feel the heat rising from her body.

"Do you wanna feel my cock in you?" Sam asked, his lecherous and throaty tone of voice still very pronounced.

"Oh, please, yes," Becky whimpered. She looked back at him with lust smoldering in her eyes, her ponytail had come loose making her look wanton and lusty. "Please fuck me, I'm so close to coming," she whimpered again.

Sam stood up; his steel hard cock had lost none of its firmness. Sam's cock ached as he positioned it to enter Becky. Sam pushed the swollen tip of his prick against Becky's opening. Her pussy parted easily to accept Sam's member. With a loud moan Sam penetrated her wetness fully with one stroke.

"Ohhh, yeah," Becky moaned as she felt Sam enter her. Sam gripped her hips and began pumping his cock into her slick hole. Sam could feel his come heavy balls slap against her clit. Becky's tits slapped against the desktop while she bounced on Sam's cock, the friction caused her nipples to grow harder against the cool desk.

Becky could feel her orgasm begin to well up inside her. Her moans grew louder and more insistent. Becky reached back and held onto Sam's one arm for leverage as he pounded away at her snatch harder and faster. With his free hand Sam smacked her ass again.

Becky moaned loudly when she felt his hand across her bottom. That one smack nearly sent her into orgasm, another would certainly do the job. "Fuck, smack me again," she demanded. Sam was only too eager to obey the naked blonde in front of him. The sound of hand against flesh echoed off the walls in the confines of the library basement. "Ahh, oh shit," Becky moaned loudly. At that moment she felt her pussy contract as an orgasm rippled through her body. Becky collapsed her head onto the desktop panting heavily as her pussy convulsed and clasped at Sam's hard cock.

Sam gritted his teeth as he felt the warmth of Becky's juices wash over his dick. Becky reached between her legs and gently stroked her clit, she moaned as a second, smaller orgasm coursed through her supple body.

"I'm so close to coming. I want you to suck me off," Sam whispered to Becky.

Becky quickly slid off the sweat-covered desk and sat down. Her left hand fell to her soaked pussy and gently rubbed her outer lips. With her right hand Becky grabbed Sam's shaft and lowered it towards her mouth. Becky licked the entire length of his shaft enjoying the heady taste of her own juices on his cock. When she got to the swollen tip she flicked her tongue at the sensitive underside before she wrapped her lips around it.

Picking up where she left off, Becky began sucking him at a frenetic pace. The final strands of her ponytail hung limply on her shoulder as her head and hair bobbed rhythmically. "Fuck, that feels good," Sam groaned. Becky moaned into Sam's cock as spit began to run down her hand again.

"Shit. That's it," Sam moaned. At that moment Sam felt a hot torrent of come unleash into Becky's mouth. Becky pulled Sam's cock from her mouth and jerked it as a second and third gooey string of jizz streamed from his cock. His load splashed all over her tongue and chin and formed dangling strands that fell on her luscious tits. Becky saved Sam's first hot blast in her mouth and allowed that to run out of her mouth in one large gob onto her left breast and then down over her stomach towards her wet pussy. Holding onto his cock Becky used Sam's tip to gather up as much of his come before she cleaned his dick with her tongue.

Sam admired Becky's sweat and come streaked features. Several long strands of hair partially covered her face. Sam reached down and pushed the errant strands away from her eyes. "Somebody pinch me. I must be dreaming," he said to her.

Becky stood up and kissed him quickly. "Nope, you're not dreaming."

Sam glanced at his watch. "It's getting late, huh?" Becky asked him.

"Yeah, I still have a lot to do here."

Becky pulled her shirt on and stuffed her bra in her bag. Sam had pulled on his pants and was just buttoning his shirt.

"Where are my panties?" Becky asked. "I don't remember where I tossed them."

"Here they are," Sam said bending over by the bookshelf.

"Oh, okay," Becky said as she pulled her shorts over her legs. "I'll take them back," she said holding her one hand out towards Sam.

"Actually, I…um, was wondering if I could keep them?" Sam said. Sam sheepishly looked at the floor and blushed a little.

Becky's smile beamed, "sure, if you want a souvenir. I have plenty more where those came from." Sam neatly folded and pocketed Becky's lacey little thong.

Becky followed Sam up the basement steps and across the dimly lit library. The only sound either one of them could hear were Becky's flip flops or the jingle of Sam's keys. Once at the front door Sam unlatched it and held it for Becky.

"I really had fun," Becky said. She leaned up and kissed Sam on the cheek.

"Me too, I never imagined something like that would ever happen to me. You know I'm kinda shy around…"

Becky put a finger over Sam's mouth to quiet him. "Don't say a word," she said. "My roommate and I have another final to study for. I'm sure I could convince her to study in the library late into the evening."

Sam didn't say a word, or perhaps he couldn't even speak if he had wanted to at that time.

"Okay, see ya later," Becky said. She trotted down the front steps of the library and headed back to her dorm room at a brisk pace.

Once she got back to her dorm she ran down the hall to her room. Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the keys in the doorknob. She threw her stuff on the floor and skipped the last few steps to Amy's bunk bed.

"Amy, Amy," Becky roughly shook her. "You're not going to believe what just happened." The words tumbled from Becky's mouth almost faster than she could properly speak them.

"Where have you been? It's after one," Amy barely opened her eyes when she spoke.

"Wake up damn it," Becky pushed Amy harder.

"What is it?" Amy said.

"You're not going to believe this…." Becky said.

I'd like to thank my editor, geronimo_appleby, for his helpful comments and suggestions.  Also, BatsandGlamour's series on Literotica, "Blowjobs for Dummies," proved a useful guide.  Becky also appears in my "Sister's Best Friend" series, also on Literotica.




Study Break



Kelly and Lindsay visit the library.

There are other stories about Kelly, but each one can be read independently. Please read those too if you enjoy this one. I have started writing a couple of others and will post them, should readers continue to like reading about her experiences. There was some fun stuff that happened before the end of school and over the summer already. 

If you want to read the posted ones in chronological order, start with "A Party at Jeni's, then read "What is There to Do", "Dinner for Three", and "Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together". I have a couple of other stories up too that aren't about Kelly. 

Study Break

March, the first year

"Reach under your skirt, take down your panties, and leave them around your ankles."

I looked sideways at Lindsay. She wasn't looking back at me. In fact, in the quiet of the library, it was hard to even know the silence had been broken. I looked around. There was practically no one in our section. Those few who were seemed intent on their studying.

I knew I had heard her correctly. I lifted from my chair, slipped my hands under my skirt and curled my fingers under the waistband of my thong and tugged. Once it was free of my bottom, I sat again to ease it down my thighs and past my knees. Letting go, my thong fluttered down around my feet. I could feel it lying there.

"Thank you," Lindsay said softly. I looked over to her again, and this time she turned to give me that devil smile of hers.

"You're welcome," I whispered back, returning to my reading.

"Let your legs fall open."

I did as she instructed. My knees fell apart about seven inches or so, but my ankles were bound together by the panties loosely locked around each one.

We studied silently for awhile. No one passed by our table to notice I was sitting there with my legs spread and my thong gathered at my ankles. It was fun to think about it being there though. I could feel how naked I was too, in an odd sort of way. I felt sexy. I was researching the work of seminal photographic artists for a report I had due in a few days. She was studying for a test in her economics course. It was Tuesday. Tom was out playing his guitar in one of the clubs downtown, and we were to meet him there around 11:00.

She spoke after awhile, not even raising her head from her book. "What do you have on under your blouse?"

I felt a little flush. "A cami," I whispered.

Lindsay turned and beamed at me. She already knew I was probably not wearing a bra because I rarely do. If I wear anything at all it is usually a camisole, but she knew there was just as good a chance I was bare under my shirt.

"Take off your blouse," she murmured.

I looked around again. No one was paying any attention to us.

Setting my book down, I unbuttoned my blouse. It was a lovely sage color, matching the floral inserts in the pleats of my yellow skirt. The skirt was not terribly short, falling to mid-thigh. I was dressed for going out later. 

Tugging the hem of the blouse from out of my skirt, I slipped it from my shoulders, trying to look like I was just removing it because it was warm in the library in March. As if. The tiny little thing I wore beneath my blouse was not at all the sort one would normally wear out in the winter. It was snug and very very thin, so my nipples and areola could clearly be seen through it.

"Comfy," Lindsay whispered.

I shot her a look. Why was I doing this? Because I am a shy exhibitionist and needed to be prodded into it? Or am I some sort of sexual submissive, pliable under the will of a dominant other? What a year this has been. Twenty was certainly turning out to be a most interesting age. I was discovering so much about myself and who I was. It doesn't matter if I am an exhibitionist or a submissive or even bisexual. I am just Kelly.

More and more, I felt like I really needed to have a long talk with Mom.

I thought about Lindsay's question. I had my thong around my ankles, my boobs on display under a sheer bit of lingerie and an oversized book of black and white photographs in front of me. Sure, I was comfortable. I laughed silently at how ludicrous it was. I kind of liked it. I felt sensual and daring. Edgy and a bit nervous too. No, not especially comfortable, but not uncomfortable.

"Would it make any difference, Mistress?" I whispered, adding that last word to tease her.

"No." she whispered back, turning the page of her economics book. A good half hour had to have passed before she spoke again. A few people passed by. One guy took a long look at my chest. I pretended not to notice. I certainly didn't arch my back and thrust out my chest for him. I was just stretching. I'd been bent over my book for a while. That is all it was.

We studied a bit longer, half an hour or so. It was getting late. Finally, Lindsay slipped me a torn piece of paper from her notebook with "E78.S63 M15" written on it. "I need this book. Would you mind getting it for me?"

I looked at the scrap of paper. I was tempted to ask if she had suddenly lost the use of her legs. But I had played along so far. There were few people still in the library. I could do this.

I slipped out of my heels and let my thong fall from my ankles before I stood. I looked at the paper again, then at the stacks around us. We were in the "G" section. "E" was not too far away, I was sure. I padded barefoot to the end of the stacks that surrounded our area of study tables and looked to see which way the letters ran. I turned left.

Moving along the tall rows of books, I was conscious of being bare under my skirt. It was exciting. That my nipples were standing up very stiffly and very visibly under my top was another matter. No one I ran into was likely to be looking up my skirt, but he or she would get an eyeful of my boobs under my top. 

There was no one.

I turned into the correct row, scanning the shelves for the right number. I finally found it on the bottom shelf and bent from the waist to get it. As I did, I was conscious of how I just might be exposing myself. I gave a quick look over both shoulders as I came up again. Still alone.

When I read the title though, I had to stifle a laugh with one hand: McGillycuddy, Agent; a Biography of Dr. Valentine T. McGillycuddy, by Julia B. McGillycuddy. McGillycuddy is my last name. No one ever believes me the first time I tell them. I've even had to produce my license to prove it.

There was a note taped to the front of the book. "Lift your skirt to your waist, Kelly." I looked around. There was no one around, no sounds. I shimmied my hips and drew my skirt up to my waist. I was completely bare from the waist down now, not even any hair left on my mound anymore.

Now what? Was I supposed to keep my skirt up and take the book back to Lindsay at our table? I stood very still, very quiet. That must be it. I couldn't do it. There were people around. It might be after ten on a Tuesday night, and we were in one of the least populated parts of the library, but still. Lindsay had planned this. She led us to that particular study table. She had looked up a book by an author with my last name. She had left the note taped to it and already had me half naked in the library.

Maybe I could do this. It was kind of fun. A shiver of excitement ran through me.

I moved to the end of the row and peered around the corner. No one. I moved into the main lane that divided the stacks. I was in "E", "G" was only four rows away. (Each letter took up more than a single row.) I began to tiptoe back, holding my skirt up to my waist as I went. I heard steps and ducked into the nearest row, barely even breathing as I stood there holding my skirt at my waist. The steps faded, and I moved forward again, checking both ways before I stepped from the stacks.

I scurried now, up on my toes again, hurrying back to out table. I suddenly wanted to be there with her, rather than alone and nearly naked in the stacks. I wanted Lindsay near me. I crossed from behind the "G" stack by our table and saw her. Two tables away, a guy was studying, but he had his back to me. I moved quickly to my lover. 

My blouse and my panties were not where I had left them.

"I can't believe you did it," she rasped lowly, but she had that big wicked grin on her face. Pushing her chair away from the table, she drew me to her, the table behind me, and pushed me gently backwards so that I plopped my bare ass on the wood as I stood between her legs. "Are you wet?"

I knew. "Yes." I had felt the rush of excitement settling in my cunt as soon as I lifted my skirt to my waist.

"Kelly your nipples are so hard."

I looked down. Through the thin white of the camisole, I saw my little areola clearly, but my nipples looked huge, rising up stiffly to press through the material.

Lindsay pushed my thighs apart and leaned forward in her chair, kissing my naked thighs. I looked nervously over my shoulders once more, afraid that someone would appear suddenly. I was still looking around when I felt Lindsay's tongue touch to my pussy. I fought back the whimper that flooded to my throat.

"Lindsay, no," I hissed. I didn't move away though. I think I even spread my legs more.

"Kelly, yes," she whispered back between licks. She slipped to her knees, her warm hands gliding over my thighs as she licked me, her tongue washing over my clit, then flicking. She knew very well how to make me cum. And she was intent on getting me off right there on our study table. I looked over my shoulder, but no one was looking our way. I needed something to stifle my moans or the guy two tables away would hear me though. I tried biting a finger, but that hurt. I picked up Lindsay's pencil and bit down on it. I heard and felt the wood crunch under my teeth.

Her fingers were going in me too, two of them, curled together, twisting and turning in my pussy as her tongue danced with my clit. I had a little cum right there. I lifted my legs, opening myself more to her, and she licked me and fucked me until my body curled and I shook and gasped, biting the pencil until it snapped in two in my mouth. My orgasm roiled inside of me, and I threw my head back and stretched until it had coursed through me and out of me. I breathed slowly again.

Slipping from the table, I bent to catch up Lindsay's hand and lead her back to the stacks. I literally dragged her behind me, my skirt dropping a little, my bare ass still on display, but Lindsay was the only one to see. Back in "E", I turned her back the shelves and leaned in to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips as I put a hand on top of her breast and fondled her through her blouse and bra. My other hand slipped into her jeans, into her panties and down. Lindsay sucked in her tummy to allow me to go further. My fingers touched to her sex. She was hot and wet already. Her indifference to my exhibitionism was belied. I had excited her by obeying her, by coming back with my skirt up.

I kissed her harder as I teased around her clit. She bent her knees for me, and I wriggled my fingers over her. Under my other hand, her nipple rose up magnificently and she whimpered with desire and longing. The book she had sent me for dropped from her fingers and thudded loudly on the tile floor. Bending my knees, I rubbed my pussy on her thigh as my fingers went into her. I could barely move them because her jeans were so tight.

"Open your pants," I gasped between kisses. Her hands glanced between our bodies and suddenly my hand had a place to go as she popped the button of her pants and ran down the zipper. My fingers shot up into her, fucking her. Her pussy was wet with her excitement for me, so ready she almost seemed to suck in my fingers. She gasped and brought her arms up over my shoulders, wrapping them around my head and pulling me tighter into our kiss.

The kiss deepened. I reached up one hand to the back of her neck, holding her to me as my fingers moved into her. She spread her legs more, letting me fuck her harder as we kissed. Her pussy was wet and hot, taking my fingers as I moved with her. She likes that better than direct attention to her clit. Me? I don't mind having my clit touched, not at all. Please do. But except for during oral sex, Lindsay's is too sensitive for rubbing.

She began making those growls I was coming to know so well. My love sounds different when she orgams depending on how she is getting off. She grunts when Tom fucks her, growls at finger fucking, and keens when I lick her. Her growls got louder and louder. Someone might hear. I didn't care. I wanted her to come. I love when she comes.

Her thighs clamped around my hand to stop my fingers from moving. I kept my fingers still in her, feeling the contractions of her sex around my hand as she came.

Breaking the kiss, she laid her head on my shoulder and opened her mouth, screaming silently as she pushed down on my fingers.

I kissed her chin, her nose, her cheeks and eyebrows. She inhaled deeply, her body gave a shudder, and she wilted.

I pressed myself to her, holding her as she came back to herself again. Slowly, lovingly, I drew my fingers from her pussy and raised my hand. Smiling, I looked into my lover's eyes and wrapped my tongue around one finger and then another, cleaning her sweetness from each one. Lindsay watched, her brown eyes twinkling as she saw what I was doing.

"Mmmm, Kelly," she murmured, her arms around my waist and her fingers draping to touch my still exposed bottom. "I should spank you for being such a wicked girl. Fucking me in the library"

I wriggled my hips and stuck out my ass. "Oh, yes. You should."

Lindsay looked at her watch. "We need to go and meet Tom at the bar," she said. "He'll be expecting us. Can't keep the guitar boy waiting."

I rolled my eyes back so that I could see again. "What?" 

"Time to go." Bending, she put the book back into its place on the shelf, the note to me still taped to it. Taking my hand, she led me through the stacks and back to our study table. She gathered her books, slid one strap of her backpack over her shoulder, and turned to me. "Come on."

"Like this?" I asked. My skirt was still around my waist and all I had on on top was that nearly sheer camisole. 

And what about my spanking?

Lindsay laughed lightly, the gravel making it sound like a roar. "Of course not. Put your shoes on."

I slipped into my heels and stood up in them shakily, my knees still a little wobbly from my own orgasm earlier. Rolling my hips, I forced my skirt to slide down my hips, covering my bottom once more.

"Lindsay," I called after her in a hoarse whisper, "what about my blouse?"

"What blouse?"

I scurried after her, heels clicking loudly in the quiet of the library. The library was quiet, hardly anyone there anymore. Still a head or two turned when we passed. Lindsay's hair seemed to flounce as she walked, her hips swaying in an exaggerated way. She was doing it on purpose. She had my coat too, tucked under one arm. I was going to be cold when we got outside. 

Very cold. The library is on the west side of the campus, Maddy's, the bar we were headed to, was north of the east side. It wasn't a terribly long walk, but it was March. I hugged myself and felt the cold night air under my skirt. I asked Lindsay for my coat, but she pretended she didn't hear me. I pleaded with her. First no spanking and now cold torture. She obviously hated me. I was freezing! 

She gave in to my pleading while we still had a few blocks to go. I shivered into it and walked fast, eager to be warm again.

Finally, just before I dropped dead, we arrived. The heat in Maddy's was almost oppressive, but after the cold night it was a relief to me. My nipples were still standing up, even in the warmth. Anyone looking closely could also see my areola under the material of my cami. I was sure one or two or a dozen did. The bar was crowded, body-to-body. Tom was jingling and jangling up on the little stage. Lindsay and I worked our way through the throng to a place to the right of the stage, on Tom's left as he looked down. We smiled and waved and he gave us a big smile between lyrics.

I stood behind Lindsay and rested a shoulder against the wall. She leaned into me, pressing against my boobs and wriggling her shoulder blades a little so they dug into my breasts. There was a table just in front of us, with four people at it, but they were not looking our way. I reached under Lindsay's arms and put my hands over her breasts. 

"Stop it," she whispered. "Someone will see."

I just laughed into her neck and kissed her throat.

"Let them." 



Study Break



I got to her place just after noon -- She was still studying and wanted to finish up this last chapter before we went out to lunch. 

Her husband was away for the day -- some big conference in Toronto or something, and since she'd seemed so stressed over the past few weeks, I figured I'd come over and hang out with her for a bit.

The chapter turned out to be longer than she figured, and all apologetically, she said she had to finish it before we headed out. I wasn't in any kind of a rush, so I sat back and watched the rest of Fight Club on TV.

We'd spent a lot of time together in the past, but ever since I moved out of town we'd barely seen each other. Too bad, too... She had this 'hot bookworm' vibe to her that's really hard to explain, but suffice to say I was never able to hang around her long without my mind drifting towards sex.

As I sat there watching TV, my mind drifted back to some of the fun we'd had in the past -- Sex in my truck on a blindingly hot summers day, right in her neighbours parking lot, sex on a cool spring night in the middle of a park path, trading stories, experiences and orgasms back and forth.... Sometimes fighting the urge for hours, but ultimately failing just about every time.

I glanced over to her, sitting there as she studied, completely engrossed in her work and playing with her hair.... every now and then giving me a glimpse of the back of her neck.

I should point out that we're both married now -- The worst (best!) of our sexual exploits happened the better part of seven years ago. MAN, time flies when you're not paying attention..... We'd both been with other people at the time, the same people we'd ended up marrying, now that I think of it, but we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. 

I dragged my attention back to the TV -- Brad Pitt was getting slammed around by Lou, the owner of the bar, and for some reason, he seemed to be having a fantastic time. 

My eyes wandered back to her.... Her back was to me, and now she had drawn her hair up into a ponytail. She was still absently playing with her hair, exposing almost her entire neck, and the loose collar on her shirt showed just the top of her back. I was getting really worked up now -- just the thought of going over there and nuzzling into her neck had me hard. Back to the TV.... I shifted in my seat to get comfortable again, and just couldn't follow what was going on.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, then she stretched -- that 'big cat' stretch -- and I caught the sight of the side of her breast as the fabric of her shirt tightened over it. That's really where I lost it, now that I think back on it. At THAT point, I knew what I was going to do.

I got up as quietly as I could, and walked up behind her. She was deeply engrossed in the physics book she was reading, and didn't notice me. I watched her for a while, and slowly tickled my finger up the back of her neck. She shifted her head back and forth for a second, but she didn't say anything. 

Slowly, I started lightly rubbing her shoulders and massaging her neck very gently. She still wasn't paying attention, but she did give me an appreciative "Mmmmmm." I broadened my range, and was soon lightly rubbing between her shoulder blades and lightly tickling her neck as I went up and down. She was still studying, but I could tell that she was really getting into the massage, too. 

I slowly bent down and kissed the back of her neck, and slowly planted kisses up to the top of her neck, just behind her ear, all the while continuing with the massage. 

This brought her out of it, and all of a sudden, she said "Hey! I'm studying here!" I laughed a little, and then reached under her shirt with both hands from behind and tweaked her nipples. 

Shocked, she turned around and yelled, "I'm married!" I still had her breasts in my hands and I pinched both of her nipples, probably a bit harder than I should have, and kissed her hard. 

I held on as she struggled, but pulled my mouth back just long enough to say, "I'm sorry, was I *bothering* you?"

She shot daggers at me with her eyes. Her MSN avatar is this brunette with long flowing hair and -white hot rage- in her eyes... She couldn't have chosen a better picture to represent herself at that moment. I pulled away, smirking/sulking, and went back to the couch.

She sat there dumbfounded for a minute, sighed, and then followed me back to where I was sitting. "I'm sorry, I've had a lot going on, and that just freaked me out. I didn't mean to yell at you." 

Like a wounded four year old, I simply replied, "I'm not talking to you. You yelled at me."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed, sounding annoyed. "Fine!" she snapped, "Act like a child. See if I care" She then grabbed her book and kept reading, though she seemed to be reading the same thing over and over again, not really concentrating on what she was reading.

Not sure if I made a huge mistake or not, I went back to watching the movie, taking time to marvel at the braveness of the guys riding in the back seat of the stolen limousine were driven around by a guy that was clearly nuts. I kept almost-catching her sneaking looks at me while I sat there, so I headed over to her again.

I nuzzled into her neck again, kissing her neck softly and rubbing her shoulders some more. Then, stirring up the bees nest again, I poked her in the ribs. "QUIT IT!", she screamed. 

Smiling innocently, I looked back at her, and simply said, "Accident!" as I went back to sit down.

The fury in her eyes was exciting, but not as exciting as noticing the blush she had in her face and neck.... I was getting to her. She glared at me, but a tiny smile appeared briefly before she replied "Well, be more careful next time"

I sat back down and look in the general direction of the TV for a few more minutes without noticing so much as a single frame of what was going on. I crept back up behind her, nuzzled back into her neck, and this time I lifted her shirt right up and boldly played with her nipples for what seemed like a minute before she turned around to speak.

When she did, I kissed her again and said, "THAT'S what I meant to do last time."

"Oh." She replied, sounding a little breathless "Well, it didn't hurt that time." She shook her head as if trying to clear it and smiled "Now, behave"

"And what if I don't?" I asked as I looked over at her with a smirk.

"Um..." she hesitated "I'll smack you with my physics book!" she held up her physics textbook, which is a hardcover and looked heavy. Smirking, she added, "We'll start our own Fight Club."

"No you won't." I said, as I took the book away from her, and pulled her shirt completely up over her head, trapping her arms inside. I boldly mouthed both of her breasts, licking around the nipples lightly to get them rock hard, and then biting down on them to make her jump. When I had done both nipples, I slapped her on the tummy and said, "Don't you have studying to do?" As I sat back down on the couch. 

Her breathing is coming a bit quicker as she visibly tried to collect herself. "I need my book back, please."

She sat there for a full minute as anger, frustration and, very clearly, arousal played across her face. I walked up next to her and dropped the book on the floor in front of me. Grinning, I looked at her and said, "Whoopsie!"

As she went to bend over to pick up the book, I stepped on it and looked her in the eye. "How badly do you want that book?" 

She glared at me with a fierce look in her eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." She sighed "I have a quiz in a couple of days and I need to finish reading the chapter."

"So it's really important for you to get this book then? The way *I* see it, you invited me over, and then you've done nothing but ignore me, YELL at me, and get me all worked up. I'm not going to give you your book, but I might trade it for something."

Her jaw dropped and she glared up at me and yelled, "Excuse me?? YOU'RE the one who's been molesting me!" Crossing her arms under her chest, she snapped, "How about you give me that book in trade for your life?"

I arrogantly pulled her up out of her chair, pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her deeply while roughly massaging her now rock-hard nipples. I pulled back and whispered into her ear, "I was hoping for something like..... a present. I know, I know, it's already YOUR book so it's not worth an ENTIRE present, but maybe just.... 60 seconds worth."

She tried to push me away and yelled "You'll get nothing! Now get out!"

I giggled a little at that, and said "Maybe I'll read the section that you're working on out loud while you're doing it, so you don't lose any study time. That sounds like a decent compromise to me."

She tried to glare at me, but ended up laughing instead. "If you let me finish the reading, we can go get lunch." she added with a grin

I looked her deep in the eyes for a minute, and since I still had her up against the wall, took both of her hands in one of mine, and I slowly unbuckled her belt. She struggled, HARD -- that Pilates course she was talking about was taking effect already, but I was just able to hold her. When she calmed down a bit, I was able to unbutton her jeans and get one hand inside. I teased her while she struggled, just enough to make sure she was completely wet, and then handed her the book. "Hurry up." I said, "The lunch menu ends soon." 

I took her over to the table where she was studying, and opened the book in front of her. I pulled the chair out before she went to sit down, and stood behind her. "You can study just as well standing up." I said, and pointed to the book again. She gave me a strange look, and read for a few seconds before glancing back at me, still standing behind her. "Study." I said, and turned her back around.

She read for a few minutes, and actually managed to get into it before I started playing again. Her unbuckled jeans looked too uncomfortable to study in -- They *had* to come off.

She was standing there, aroused, but determined to study. I could see her hips swaying back and forth, just a little as she subconsciously tried to stimulate herself with the friction. I slowly started pulling down her jeans, half an inch at a time while she read. She wasn't even fighting me anymore, but I took my time, easing them off as slowly as possible. 

She continued to read as I took her pants the rest of the way off. Finally she stepped out of them, and went to turn around. I pointed back towards her book and said, "No distractions. You've got to read quickly if we're going to make it to lunch on time."

She gave me another odd look, and went back to reading standing there wearing nothing but a pair of panties.

She continued to read, and I started rubbing her neck and back again, letting my hands roam over her mostly-naked body. I strayed briefly to her nipples here and there, and I tickled her armpits once or twice to make her jump, but she kept right on reading as I worked my way down. Finally, I eased her panties down and bent her forward a little bit more. 

"Promise me something," I said, "no matter what, just keep reading."

Looking confused, she glanced over her shoulder and replied "Um... ok." She then tried to go back to reading, but looked a bit distracted by the fact that she's naked, clearly wondering what I'm going to do next.

I eased her legs apart, and started gently rubbing her. Using the wetness that I had developed before to lubricate my fingers as I teased her clit from behind. I eased a finger slowly into her, and smiled as she pushed back against it and let out a little moan. 

She continued to read while I slowly worked her up. Soon she was breathing rapidly and bucking hard onto my hand. I eased back a bit, and she groaned, "Don't stop! I'm so close!" 

"Don't worry," I said, "I'm not stopping for long."

I quickly removed my clothes and stepped in behind her. As I was rubbing my cock up and down to pick up some wetness, she twisted around to kiss me. I kissed her quickly, but pointed back to her book. "Hurry up and read. You're almost done."

I slipped in, and instantly felt the hot tightness that I remembered so well. I slowly worked my way in, and heard a low groan come from both of us when I bottomed out inside her. Using every last ounce of willpower that I had, I fucked her as slowly as I could, pushing in and pulling out as maddeningly slow as possible.

She clearly wasn't satisfied with what I was doing, and kept trying to force herself backwards onto me. "Read." I said, as I kept a firm grip on her hips to keep the speed under control. "And don't forget to let me know when you're done."

"Just two pages left." She whispered and turned back towards her book. I continued to slide into her and out of her, as slowly as possible, every now and again giving one quick stroke, or a long strong push into her as deep as possible.

"One page *left*." She said in a shaky voice that ended in a growl, as I pushed hard into her.

I reached around and started to play with her clit as I fucked her from behind, increasing the speed of my thrusts and rubbing her faster and faster and she got closer to the end of the chapter.

"Almost there.... .Almost there...." Her eyes were half lidded now and she was holding onto the table with both hands to steady herself while she read.

"Last p-paragraph........ almost there.... ALMOST there....." She was frantically pumping her hips back towards me now, and I was thrusting as hard as I could into her. sweat shining on both of us and she studied harder than she'd ever studied before.

"Last sentence.... Come on, come on COME ON! ..... DONE!" She screamed as she finished the last word and convulsed hard as she came, pushing me over the edge and making me come deep, deep inside her.

I know she still feels guilty about that day, seeing as we were both married and all. But deep down, I think she knows why she got 96% on that test.



Study Break



This is story that happen years ago I'd like to share with my horny readers, I hope you enjoy it. 

*

After my divorce, I decide to go to college and to live near the campus but I didn't want to be alone. So I put an ad in for a roommate that's were I meet Donna. Donna worked on campus, and liked the ideal of living in walking distance of work. She was a little older than I was. She was heavier than me, bigger in the tits and hips. She was a wild lady, loving life and enjoying herself with anyone she could. She loved sex and wanted it all the time. It took a little to get me out of me shell. Donna got me believe in myself, that I was a desirable woman, that sex was for my pleasure, too. 

Please, understand that before my last two years of my marriage, it was bad but during the last two year of my marriage, my ex-husband was verbally abusive and sex was pump-pump cum, thanks for holding still along enough for me to get mine. The only sexual fun I had was cock-sucking. I discovered that I was a born cock-sucker a long before I got married, the feel of a hard but silkie soft cock in my mouth is a huge turn-on, a man musky manly scent, and that sweet and salty cum that fills my mouth. The power of know that I could make a guy cum at anytime with my mouth, excite me. I loved it from the first time believe it or not. 

This adventure happen a few month after Donna and I had been roommates. Donna had gotten me to feeling better about myself pretty quick and I was even dating a little. This adventure also happened a few days before my first sexual encounter with Donna. That was incredible week. 

I was doing homework with a classmate at my apartment. His name was Jeff, he was his first year in college like me but he was fresh out of high school and my ten year reunion had just past. 

After a couple of long hours of study, I put my book down and stretched, throwing my arms up and making my breasts press put against the fabric on my thin sweater. It helped that I had not worn a bra that day. I remember watching Jeff's Adam's apple bounce up and down as he stared at my pointed nipples and swallowed again and again. That this young man was turn-on by me was so exciting. the fact that Jeff probable didn't have that nerve to ask a girl out or to make a move if he did go on a date. Didn't matter to me want matter was his was male, young and had a hard-on about to rip through his pants because of me. 

I giggled, Jeff was a cutie, sweet and shy. I know he never make a move on me. So I made a move on him. I told Jeff that he could have a better look at my breasts if he wanted. I thought for a second that he might pass out. He said he shouldn't as he stuck his nose into a book. I knew then he wouldn't touch me so I again decided to help by taking off my sweater and throwing it at him.

That get his attention "they're bigger than I thought." he stammered just staring at me as I sat top-less. My hands cupped my soft breasts and I lifted a nipple to my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Jeff mouth fell open as he watched my fingers gently tease my hardening nipples, and the look of raw lust on his face sent a jolt of electricity straight to my moistening pussy. I reached out, unzipped his fly and fished his stiff dick out of his pants as though I had done it a thousand times. I discovered that as much as a guys enjoys my hot mouth on their manhood they also enjoy me trapping their throbbing members between my soft breasts. I like the look on a guys face as I put his stiff throbbing cock fresh between my soft pillows and tilt my head so I can suck the crown on their every upstroke. And I had a feeling that Jeff would love every second of it. 

I help him kneel on the sofa cushion beside me. I circled the crown of his twitching shaft with my tongue, and was rewarded with a groan of lust as he told me how terrific it felt. I can honestly say that I was surprised he didn't shoot his load then and there. I unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the floor.

That's when I tilted his straining pole downward and brushed the crown of his cock against my nipples. Jeff seemed quite willing to let me control everything. So I rubbed his cock against my breasts, my face, and my lips. Then positioned his cock so it rested in the valley between my breasts. Then I pushed my breasts together, making a tight warm tunnel for my horny young man. 

Jeff caught on quickly, and began to thrust his cock up and down the crack between my breasts. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the head of his cock, lubricating our makeshift cunt as his strokes became faster and smoother. I watched him fuck my breasts for a while, and his excitement increased, so did my own. I wished I had decided to wear a skirt that night so I could have slipped my fingers into my wetness. I began to squeeze my legs together, was so that my clit also got a stimulating massage. As I did so, I tilted my chin and flicked my tongue across the crown of Jeff's thrusting cock.

I wanted him to shooting off in my mouth. I told him want I want and, three or four strokes later, he groaned and pushed the crown of his spurting cock into my mouth. He was just in time to spatter the back of my throat with his sweet cream. We didn't get dress for the next few hours we'd study, taking a several breaks for me to suck his cock and slide that hard cock between my soft pillows. It was a little embarrassing but exciting when my roommate Donna came in and found me top-less and Jeff bottom-less. But more on that later.



Study Break



I was lying on my bed wearing only a pair of lounge pants when I heard a tap at the door and Radhi pushed it open. Seeing me lying there, she asked if I'd been sleeping and I told her that I'd just been taking a study break and giving my eyes a rest. She came in and closed the door all the way behind her, turning the deadbolt, and said that she'd been down in the study lounge with Mamta but needed a study break herself, which was why she'd stopped by. As she went right for the drawer where she knew I kept my condoms, I asked her why she hadn't brought Mamta along with her. Without missing a beat, she told me that maybe she would next time as she tore a condom of the strip.

I'd noticed early on that Radhi always seemed to wear short skirts which I guessed in part was because she played tennis. They were of great convenience, though, when it came to a quick fuck. Since I hadn't moved, she came to the side of the bed and reached down to massage the growing bulge in the front of my lounge pants as I slid my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. By the time I reached her panties and discovered them to be pretty wet, she had her hand inside my lounge pants and was stroking my rigid tool. Almost simultaneously, I reached up under her skirt with both hands to slide her panties down and she started working my lounge pants down until my cock sprung free. I only took her panties down as far as her knees before I had a hand back on her pussy, feeling the wetness accumulating between her lips. Meanwhile, she was rolling the condom over my tool.

She pushed her panties the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, moving away from my probing fingers to also take my lounge pants completely off. She straddled me on the bed and reached under her skirt to guide my throbbing tool into her slippery depths. As she started to slowly ride me, my hands went from sliding up and down her muscular thighs up to pull her shirt over her head. She was wearing a sports bra, which was really restraining her large, full breasts, so I pulled that over her head, too. I fondled her round globes, her hard, dark nipples brushing against my palms.

We'd been fucking each other long enough that it wasn't unusual for Radhi to stop by, ride me without even undressing, and be gone in half-an-hour. If we were both really busy, this was beneficial for both of us, but there were also times when she came by or I went to her dorm room and we spent several hours indulging our carnal desires. This visit was somewhere in between and, since she had stopped by, I let her control the action. She didn't seem to be in a rush, so I didn't think she'd mind if I helped her out of some of her clothes; I tried not to pass up any opportunity to see her naked. She was on our college tennis team and her body definitely showed that she was physically active. The short skirt she was wearing on this occasion was made of some stretchy material, so I could probably have pulled it up over her head, but instead I just rolled it up around her waist so that I could see her trim bush as she rode me.

Her big tits bounced as my hands settled on her thighs again and I watched her pussy engulfing my cock over and over. She'd been hot and wet when she first slid down onto my shaft and had only become more so as she'd ridden me. She started out just riding me slowly, rising and falling on the full length of my shaft but gradually increased her pace as her pussy got hotter and wetter and she started breathing harder. My hands slid up to her hips for a while, pulling her down on me as I pushed up into her, then moved around to run over her muscular ass. As she got closer to cumming, it was better to let her run with it and just lie there enjoying the feel of her pussy on my cock, the feel of her ass in my hands and the sight of her big titties bouncing before my eyes. My own orgasm was just beginning to build but I wasn't worried because Radhi always took care of me in one way or another.

When she finally slammed down onto my cock and seemed to go into slow motion as she let out a long moan, I knew she had reached her goal. She took a few minutes to fully experience her orgasm, then opened her eyes and smiled down at me before leaning down and slipping her tongue into my mouth. Instead of beginning to ride me again then, she moved backward until my cock slipped out of her, and positioned herself on her knees between my legs. She removed the condom and tossed it toward the trash can, then lowered her mouth over my stiff shaft while pumping it in one hand. I moaned in appreciation of her hot mouth engulfing me and slowly sliding up and down. I watched as her head bobbed up and down over my cock, her beautiful brown eyes turning up to look at me occasionally and her dark hair brushing against my thighs.

Her mouth felt so good as she sucked my cock and I definitely appreciated the fact that I had a beautiful, nearly naked woman, her ass up in the air, running her lips up and down my shaft. I wondered what our classmates would think if they could see us or what her tennis team would think, for that matter. I'd met some of the other team members and I surely wouldn't mind if they were standing around watching us, especially if they were all naked. I wondered if they all showered together after practice, all of their tight bodies dripping wet and lathered up. I would have loved to see that with all of the variety on her team; they all had tight, athletic bodies but there was at least one other Indian girl, a couple of Asian girls, a couple of blondes, a couple of brunettes and I was racking my brain to recall if there was a redhead or an African-American. The image of all of them naked in the shower, cleaning themselves up, had my cock beginning to swell.

The other Indian girl on Radhi's team led me to think of Mamta again and wonder how her mouth might feel sliding up and down my cock and how hot she probably looked naked. I hoped that Radhi was serious about bringing her next time because the thought of it had me right up on the verge as Radhi continued to expertly suck my cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of Radhi's hot mouth while visualizing Mamta stripping down and kneeling between my legs with Radhi while they took turns sucking me off. Mamta had large tits like Radhi, so I thought about them swaying or bouncing as I fucked her or wrapped around my cock as I titfucked her. It was all too much for me and I soon exploded into Radhi's hot mouth. She swallowed my load completely before letting my softening cock fall from her mouth. She crawled up next to me and we lay quietly for a few minutes, our naked flesh pressed together.

I know I was still thinking about Mamta but I didn't realize she was, too, until she said, "How hot would it be if I did bring Mamta with me next time?" I don't think my smile has ever been any bigger.



Study break



Summer sessions were a grind. Three hours of classes each morning for six weeks were followed by more hours of studying before I waited tables at night. It was shaping up to be a summer with no fun.

No fun for me, anyway. My kid sister Erica and her friends were having plenty of it, usually right outside my window.

Of course, they were hardly kids, and that made it all the more distracting. Erica and her friends had all graduated high school in June, and our house was where they would have one last fling before heading off to college.

It was a good site for it. Our parents worked, and the pool out back was secluded, surrounded by a five-foot wooden fence.

The routine was the same that summer. When classes got out, I would eat lunch and then go to my second floor bedroom and study. I had a clear view to the pool where Erica, Christy, Danielle, Lisa and Jen gathered each afternoon to sunbathe.

It was the typical case of knowing each of them for years and then suddenly seeing them as full grown, no longer clumsy, gawky or timid. And seeing what they had grown into was far more interesting than my physics books. 

My windows were usually closed because of the air conditioning, but I always knew when Danielle arrived. About five four and on the chunky side, her laugh boomed around the pool and her trash talking as the girls played volleyball in the water or badminton was boisterous. She was a bouncy and buoyant redhead, easily a d-cup held firmly in the blue one piece she wore when she came over. It always seemed painted on and I readily imagined peeling it off.

Christy was longer and leaner, maybe five nine and about 120 pounds or so. Often as the others cavorted, she reclined on her elbows on the patio, her feet swirling through the water. She was no more than an a-cup, and was often wrapped into an orange floral bikini with a halter top. I would look out the window and see her at the edge of the pool and imagine licking the insides of her thighs all the way to her pussy as I stood in the water. 

Lisa was petite and perky, her blonde hair always in a pony tail that dropped just below her shoulder blades. I think she belonged to the bikini of the week club, and every day I peeked out to see what she was modeling that might be new. My favorite was pink with green trim, a string full bottom and triangle top that framed her b-cups so nicely.

Lisa, who could not have weighed more than 115, always seemed to be on tiptoe, and as she bounced around the yard or stood on the diving board, I loved to watch her energy and the way her high cut bikinis rode up her hips.

Jen was part asian, maybe five seven with long black hair and slender. She was angular and her nipples always poked through the top of the racer's suit she wore. The suits were usually dark blue or green, often cut away at the middle to show her flat tight stomach.

It was about a week before finals and I was trying to be interested in equations as my head dropped over my desk. I needed to nap. I left the book open and stripped to my boxers and t-shirt.

In bed, I knew I had to jerk off to really fall asleep. My mind flashed on Christy, wearing the new blue bikini emblazoned with dark blue palm trees and an orange setting sun she was showing off outside my window. My cock stiffened, and I stroked lightly with two fingers and my thumb, coaxing it up but wanting to savor the feeling building all summer.

My eyes were closed as I imagined Christy's fingers instead of mine, gently caressing me as she told me how much she liked my seven-inch cock.

"Don, do you know where the towels are?" came a voice. "Oh my God, I am soo sorry," I heard as I opened my eyes to see Lisa at my bedroom door.

With my cock out and exposed, there was no way to hide what I was doing. Still, I pulled the sheet over me. I expected her to run out, already imaging what she would tell Erica and the others out by the pool.

Instead, she came into the room, shutting the door behind her. 

"Looks like someone is having a party for one," she said, kneeling on the edge of my bed.

"So, just who are you thinking about when you do this?" she asked as she pulled away the covers. My dick jutted into the air, inches from her slender fingers. "It must be somebody good, just look at that thing."

"Uhhhh," was all I could say.

"Which one of us gets you that horny? Christy? Danielle? They all look hot today. Maybe it's more than one of us. Should I go back and tell them so we can have some real fun?"

By now, Lisa was leaning over me, hands and mouth so close as she smiled. "Whose name do you call when you cum?" she asked.

"What if I said you?" I asked. The string on the front of her top was within reach now. Her perky breasts hung low in it, the nipples hard as she smiled at me.

"Where do you think about cumming? In my mouth? My pussy? Maybe all over my titties?"

"All over you," I said. "Especially on your lips."

Throwing caution to the wind, I reached out and slowly tugged at the string in the front of her top. It draped to my chest as her breasts emerged.

"Now who said you could do that?" she asked with a giggle.

"Well, you get to see a lot of me right now. Fair's fair," I said as I cupped her right breast. It fit my palm perfectly and I rubbed her nipple as she giggled.

"Who says I shouldn't just leave you here alone?"

"Who says you should go get Jen too?" I leaned up and sucked her nipples, drawing them into my teeth. She pushed back from me and looked down.

"Who says you could handle me and Jen? Shouldn't you start with one of us?" With that she climbed into bed, straddling herself over my rigid dick.

I reached up, pushing her top aside as she began to press on my cock

My thumbs covered her nipples, pressing against their stiffness. I pulled her to me for a kiss. She teased me a bit, pulling her head back as I leaned up, so I moved my mouth to her breasts.

I sucked each nipple hard, biting gently, circling them with my tongue and I grabbed Lisa's ass and pulled it down over me.

"Ohhhh, aren't we the horny boy?" she asked as she pushed me back to the pillow. She slipped off her top and tossed it just as the bedroom door opened again. Her top hit Jen's face she walked in.

"What the?" asked Jen as she shook her head. She bent down and picked up Lisa's top.

"Oh, hi Jen. Don was just asking for you," Lisa said as she straightened up. I kept my hands on her breasts, pushing them up and down.

"I should go," said Jen. "You two have fun."

Lisa sprang from the bed and caught Jen by the shoulders. 

"No Jen, stay with us," she said. "Look what he has for us."

Lisa led Jen to the bed and pushed her hand to my cock. I was surprised I didn't cum right than and there, especially as Lisa pushed Jen's hand over my cock before caressing her breasts.

"Mmmm, it is nice," said Jen, her fingers spreading over the shaft, then cupping the head.

"I caught him jerking off – we shouldn't make him do that alone, should we," asked Lisa as she kissed Jen's neck and tugged at the straps of her one piece.

"Noo – we shouldn't let him be all alone like that," Jen said as she shrugged her shoulders and let the top of her suit slide down. Her nipples jutted out, chocolate on tan skin.

I reached out and rubbed Jen's pussy through her suit. She jumped a bit, then pressed against my fingers. Her wetness began to seep.

"Oh my God, you two are crazy," Jen said as she spread her legs. Lisa pushed the one piece down further until I caught her wrist and pulled her to me.

I sat up to kiss her, drawing her tongue into my mouth. I moved my hand from Jen's pussy to Lisa's, slipping it inside her bottoms as we French kissed.

Lisa was soaking. As she shifted to let my fingers slip inside her tight hole, I felt a warm sensation on the head of my cock

Jen had leaned over to give it a tongue bath, traveling up and down the shaft with the tip of her tongue. Back and forth she went as Lisa pushed me back on the bed. 

"Go girl," Lisa said, then climbed into bed again. She snuggled in next to me as we kissed.

"Why don't you suck it for a while?" I asked her as Jen's lips drew the head of my cock into her mouth.

"Wanna switch, Jen?" Lisa asked her as she turned to face her.

"Sure, but save some for me," said Jen.

Where Jen was slow and sure, Lisa was wild and aggressive, taking my cock into her hands then sucking at the top third loudly. Her ass pushed up in the air, so I slipped a finger inside her sopping pussy again.

Jen curled into bed with me, her one piece still half off.

We kissed through the sounds of Lisa sucking and stroking my cock. I pulled out my finger from Lisa's pussy and let Jen lick it.

I pushed my finger in and out of her mouth as I sucked her nipples. Lisa stroked the base of my cock as she sucked the head, and still had the balance to slide her hand inside Jen's one piece so the three of us were simultaneously kissing, licking, fingering and sucking each other.

My cum was boiling as my cock throbbed in Lisa's mouth. I moaned and my hips rose as I tried to fuck her mouth.

That was when she pulled back. Looking towards me and Jen with a smile, Lisa, caught Jen by the wrist and turned her to my cock.

"He's gonna cum, want some?" she said.

The two of them were on all fours, each licking at my cock.

"Ohhh baby, here it cums," I shouted, feeling a surge rushing through me. The first splatter hit Lisa in the forehead. The second splashed across Jen's breasts and she sucked at the head as the third flew out.

Jen pulled back and stroked my cock, aiming it at Lisa's open mouth for a fourth and fifth spurt. My hips were still raised as they giggled and bathed my cock, stopping to roll their tongues together over the head.

My head dropped back to the pillow, my cock still quivering.

"So, was that better than your hand?" asked Lisa. She had straightened up and loomed above me as Jen continued to lick my rod.

"That was amazing," I moaned, "But what can I do for you now?"

Jen stopped licking my cock and climbed to the other side of Lisa. I reached out to rub my cum into her skin.

Jen pushed her suit down over her slender stomach, wriggling as it dropped to her thighs. A small wisp of black pussy hair was already wet. She stood up and shimmied out of her suit, then stretched her leg over my face as she climbed back into bed.

Her pink pussy lips met the tip of my tongue as Lisa held Jen's waist and guided her over my face. I tasted her with long laps of my tongue, sliding it inside her as I could. With a free hand, I resumed my work Lisa's tight hole, now running two fingers deep inside her.

Jen began rocking over my mouth, then cupped the back of my head with one hand as she pressed herself down over me.

"Ohhhh, you look so hot riding him," said Lisa as she leaned over and kissed Jen.

"Yeahhhhhhhhh, oh yeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhh, he's amazing," cooed Jen. She and Lisa kissed more, I looked up to see their tongues entwined before Lisa leaned down and sucked Jen's nipple.

"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh," moaned Jen, bucking over me. She gripped my neck with both hands now, writhing over my face.

"Are you gonna cum for him? Are you gonna cum for us?" asked Lisa, breaking the kiss and wrapping her arms around Jen. She pulled her close as Jen's juices flowed over my chin.

By now I was holding Jen's hips tight, she could barely move as her orgasm tore through her.

I thought her wails would break my window, I was sure everyone outside could hear us. As Jen spasmed over me, I found Lisa's clit with my thumb.

And suddenly they were coming together, Lisa squirming as her orgasm built and Jen's subsided.

She came with grunts and groans, thrusting herself at my thumb as it pressed her bottoms.

I was rock hard again, my cock jutting upwards. As Lisa steadied herself on my leg, she brushed against it. Without missing a beat, she slid over and mounted me. Slowly she lowered herself over my cock. Her silky pussy lips engulfed the head.

Down she went, as Jen turned to watch.

"He's so big, how does it feel?" she asked as Lisa began rocking up and down.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, I think he's getting harder," moaned Lisa

She stretched herself all the way up, letting her pussy lips grip the head of my cock before slipping down and letting it fill her. As Jen spun around to watch, I sniffed at her pussy and kissed it more. She repositioned herself into a reverse cowboy as I opened her pussy lips and sucked.

Lisa and Jen hung on to each other's shoulders as round two began. Then they shared a kiss.

Jen pulled herself from my tongue and stood up.

"Let's make this little slut cum," she said as she straddled me behind Lisa, whose ponytail was bobbing up and down as she rode my rod.

Jen cupped those perky tits and kissed Lisa's neck.

"Do you like his cock you little slut?"

"Yess, oh my God yess..."

Jen kissed her again and pinched her nipples. Her hand moved over her stomach, caressing her skin as she rose up and down, then pressed at her clit over her bikini.

"Do you want to cum for us? Do you want to scream and wet his cock?"

Lisa simultaneously clenched my cock and soaked it as a second orgasm rocked her body. As she had held Jen down, now Jen pushed her hard over me, wrapped in a grip as Lisa turned to kiss her.

That was enough for me. With a hard thrust upward I fired my cum inside Lisa, a long spurt that seemed to weigh pounds. Jen pushed Lisa over my cock, holding her down as my hips flared up with each splash. 

"Oh my God ladies," I moaned as my cock began to soften and Lisa rose up to let is fall against my stomach.

"How am I going to wear this outside now?" asked Lisa, pointing to her soaked bottoms.

"Just dive in the pool real fast," Jen said, reaching down to catch cum dripping from Lisa. "Maybe horny boy will come out and swim with us."



Study Break



How many hours can anyone spend studying in the library? Yes, it's quieter than the dorm room, but there's also too much of a good thing. I was tired of studying and needed a break. College students with backpacks slung over one shoulder came and went by my table. My bleary eyes were aware of the movement but unfocused. In a daze I felt a frisson of awareness penetrate my foggy mind. What was it? My gaze sharpened and surreptitiously I glanced around the room, past the shelves to table after table until -- eyelock. Caramel-brown eyes locked with mine. My eyes skittered away, registered a nicely built male physique and took a second involuntary look back. Our eyes locked again. Five o'clock shadow bristled a chiseled jaw, full lips that pulled back into a crooked smile. A tawny brown eyebrow rose upward in invitation. "Interested?"

I glanced away. I don't usually get come-ons in the library. I was intrigued and flustered. He was cute. What to do? I scribbled my phone number on a scrap of paper, folded it and meandered my way to the right of his table back toward the musty stacks. When I glanced over at his table he was gone. Now what? Might as well visit the water fountain then drop off the note by his table for Mr. Golden Eyes to find. 

One long sip of water later, I turned to head back and nearly ran into him. I started and flushed. He smiled that crooked smile that had my stomach doing a slow flip, and said, "hi," in a mellow baritone. Yum. I smiled back, completely blushing, and said, "Hi there, Golden Eyes." So much for brilliant conversation. 

His name was Mark and he wanted to know if I liked Kahlil Gibran, a Lebanese writer and artist. "No, I don't know him." "Oh, you'll love him, let me introduce you to one of my favorite authors." And with that he took my hand and led me into the stacks, back into the fiction section. The number of students in this section was noticeably fewer. 

I was intrigued and happy to follow behind him sneaking glances at his tight, well rounded buns. He had the lanky build of a runner. Tall and lean, with great biceps. He looked like an athlete, but he said he was in architecture. 

I bumped into him when he stopped, and he caught my elbow to steady me. Heat speared through me and I blushed again. He laughed softly, a contagious rich sound in the quiet of the stacks, then reached up and pulled out a book and handed it to me. His fingers brushing mine, sending more tingles through me. I couldn't help beaming at him, and he opened the book to a section on Happiness, then flipped to another on Love. I glanced at the simple pencil sketches of dancing nudes and I was hooked. "Oh, I can tell this is my kind of philosophy book! I can't wait to read it! Thanks!" "Happy to share it with a pretty lady." I leaned over to kiss his cheek, and the mischievous fellow turned his head. My lips brushed his soft lips in surprise and then returned to sample and taste and explore. More heat and the flavor of lemon drops on his breath. Tart and hot. "Wow!" I said, and Mark laughed in delight and gave me a quick hug. "Have you ever been to the map section of the library he asked, throwing me for a loop. My lips were still tingling, my breathing uneven. I looked at him blankly. "Noooo. I don't think I have. What's down there." 

He tugged my hand and said, "it's a surprise. Come with me." And laughing at the double entendre, I followed him deeper into the stacks back where I'd never been before. He led me to a wrought iron grilled elevator and as we descended into the basement by ourselves he backed me into the corner and kissed the breath out of me. I could feel myself getting wetter and hotter. I'm surprised my miniskirt and tanktop weren't steaming. The chemistry was amazing. 

The elevator lurched to a stop just as his hand started to inch up my cotton skirt toward my ass. He just smiled and gave one cheek a quick squeeze. Before I could protest he was holding my hand and leading me down a deserted aisle to a quieter, and quieter section of the library. Nobody was around. And there we were facing a cabinet with skinny long drawers. He pulled one open and started showing me the treasure inside... maps. Old maps. Lots of maps. I started laughing and had to ask, "what's so special about these maps?" Mark just raised both eye brows and grinned at me, "one word: privacy." Then he backed me into the cabinet and kissed me until I melted. 

I wanted to eat him up and he just kissed me senseless, until I couldn't help it. I was pulling him closer, gripping his buns in my hands until I could feel his erection against me. I looped a leg around his hip, and aligned our bodies until the friction of our bodies rubbing was strategically located. Finally his fingers slipped under my skirt and traced the crack of my cheeks. He traced the tiny triangle of material of my thong and groaned in my ear. Then buried his teeth in my neck and bit gently, sliding a blunt finger under my thong and into my dripping wet pussy. 

I thought I'd lose it completely. "Oh my God Mark, I'm so wet and aching. I want you inside me." His fingers felt me up, spreading my lips apart, seeking my wetness. Teasing. I wanted his fingers inside me badly and whispered, "touch me, fill me... please..." "Mmmm... you are delicious, " and took his finger out of my panties and sucked it into his mouth. Then he traced my pussy opening and fingered my clit and eased his finger an inch into me and repeated the process until I thought I'd lose my mind. At some point he backed me onto a table and lifted my skirt to better admire my thong and my weeping pussy. I was so close to climax I couldn't think straight. "Mark, please fuck me. Don't tease me anymore." 

He pulled down his sweats and his cock sprang free and proud. He was big and circumcised. The head of his cock glistening. He fisted himself and tugged his cock from tip to balls. "Is this what you want little girl? Are you ready to be my little cum slut." 

He rubbed the head of his cock in my wetness, teasing my fully aroused clit. "Yes, I'm your little cum slut. Please, fuck me." And then he pressed his cock inside my pussy and filled me up and up and up. I thought I'd cum apart at the seams he felt so good inside me. He started to thrust in out, a steady rhythm. I kept trying to pick up the pace, worried someone would walk in on us, but he gripped my hips in his big hands, and said, you're a hot little cum slut. You want it bad don't you? Tell me you want me to fuck you . Beg me, and I might give it to you real good. Tell me what you need, Slut." And I did. I begged for his cock to Fuck me. Please. 

Was I his? Yes, I was his slut. Where did I want him to fuck me? In my pussy, please fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy deep and hard and fast. Yes, faster... harder... Oh God. I came and came, and came, spasming and contracting and gushing. Then the turned me around and pushed my chest across the table and slid into me from behind and fucked me some more. My vaginal walls were clamping down on his cock harder and harder and we were both groaning and gasping until he pulled out and came all over my ass. 

His body cocooned against mine, breathing in deep gasps in my ear, catching his breath. "God that was amazing. You are so hot. I'm going to rub my cum into your ass. I don't want you to wash it off. Is that understood?" I could feel his fingers massaging his cum into my ass and into my asshole. Incredible. 

Smack! 

"Is that understood?" 

"Yes, I won't wash it off." 

"Who am I?"

"My master?"

Smack!

"My master!"

"Very good. And you're my little cum slut when we play. Ok?"

"God yes!"

We lay there panting until we caught our breath. I was turned on doing something so illicit and risky in public, and by the graphic demands, and the sex itself. But now that it was over it was time to get back on even footing. We rearranged our clothes, smiling at each other, and exchanging lingering kisses. I could feel blush after blush creeping up my chest and face, but the exhilaration was there too. Taking my hand, he led us back to elevator and through the stacks. We collected our books and he walked me home, a true gentleman. 

We go to the library often to study. That was the first of many study breaks back in the stack section and the map room. Good study habits are important after all.



Study Break



With a groan Laura sat back in her chair and stretched her arms over her head. She was long past tired of studying for her final exams for her first semester of Vet School but with a sigh she lowered her arms and turned to the next page of her vet genetics notes. She was in one of her University's main libraries, off in a corner looking at the wall where she wouldn't be quite so prone to getting distracted by the other students scattered about doing studying of their own. She was on her fourth straight day of marathon studying, with one exam down and three more to go.

She continued to read through her notes for another half hour or so until the urge to pee forced her to take a short break from her studies. Pushing her chair back from the table she stood, stretched, and made her way to the bathroom, leaving her books and backpack where they were. 

After relieving herself she wandered back to her table, letting her mind wander and not paying too much attention to where she was going. It wasn't until she was almost back at her chair that she realized all of her books had been picked up and she felt a momentary panic until she noticed her boyfriend, John, standing next to her chair with her backpack over his shoulder. 

"Oh! Hi." She said, surprised to see him.

"Hey." He responded quietly as he leaned in to kiss her briefly. Breaking the kiss he wrapped his arms around her to pull her into a hug. "Its break time" he said into her long blond hair as she leaned against him. 

"But my genetics exam is tomorrow." She protested weakly. 

"I'm sure you've already read through your notes five times, and you'll still have all evening." He said, adding "Plus, I won't keep you too long." with a slightly mischievous smile and sassy note to his voice. "Come on" and with that pulled her gently by one hand toward the elevator.

"The elevator? But we're on the first floor." Said Laura, confusion evident in her voice. 

"I know. Which floor the stacks on?" John replied as he pulled her in to the elevator.

"Umm, I think any floor above the second." She responded, a hint of a question in her voice.

In response John simply pushed the button for the sixth floor and waited as the doors began to close.

As soon as the doors finished closing John turned to her, put her hands on her hips and gently but firmly pressed her against the wall of the elevator as he kissed her passionately. Laura moaned slightly as she eagerly responded to him, feeling her body pressed against hers, keeping her trapped against the wall. John's hands slipped underneath the shirt she was wearing and she gasped and shivered slightly as she felt him gently caress her sides from her hip to the bottom of her bra strap. 

As the elevator came to a stop John's hands slid out from under her shirt and he stepped away from her, again pulling her by then hand. "Which way are the stacks?" he asked. 

"That way I think." She replied, point to the left.

They quickly came to a door leading to a moderately large room filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves, the "stacks". There were two rows of shelves set off a center aisle, with the ends of the shelves running all the way to the wall. Each shelf was quite close to the next, leaving no more than two feet between shelves. 

John pulled Laura down the center aisle until they reached the final shelf set against the far wall of the room. Here he turned in between the shelves, pulling her along behind him. Turning to face her John dropped her backpack behind him and again kissed her, his tongue brushing her lips. She opened her mouth to admit his tongue and put her hands on his hips as his tongue twined with hers. 

When he had first pulled her into the elevator asking about the stacks Laura had guessed his intentions, and his hands unfastening her belt dispelled any lingering doubts. While they had had sex in public before the previous times had been outdoors, at night, where they would have had a least a bit of advance warning had anyone been approaching. They hadn't before had sex during daylight hours, nor in a public building, and while bookshelves concealed them they would also hide if anyone else was in the room with them. 

These thoughts flashed through Laura mind in less time than it took for John to loosen her belt and unsnap and unzip her jeans, and with the excitement of her thoughts came a surge of arousal, accompanied by an increasing wetness between her legs aided by John's attentions. 

Laura wiggled her hips to assist as John pushed her jeans down to her ankles, then moaned into his mouth as his hands cupped her ass, now clad only in a skimpy black thong. Her moan turned into a gasp as the fingers of one of his hands gently traced the line of her thong passing lightly over her anus before brushing across her slit. She broke their kiss and leaned against him while burying her face in his shoulder as he continued to caress her folds through her thong.

She felt his hand lift from her momentarily before returning to grasp the edge of her thong in order to lift it away from and pull it to the side, exposing her pussy. Expecting his touch right away she shivered in anticipation as he withheld from touching her folds for a moment. She gasped and pressed her face against his shoulder as his fingers gently brushed her lips, running from the back near her opening nearly to her clit, as far as his hands could reach given the angle of his reach. 

She felt him shift slightly to allow his hand to move the extra inch forward to her clit. Here his fingers pressed into her little button and rubbed in circles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She turned her head sideways against him and noticed that she could see over the top of one level of books in the shelves next to her, allowing her to see a thin section of the whole, well-lighted room. She shuddered in delight both at the attentions of John's fingers and the naughty feeling she felt from being exposed and pleasured as she was in the well lit, public building of the library, even if they were quite concealed. 

Pushing her body away from his Laura reached down to fumble at John's belt. She undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and as she reached in to grasp his erection she looked into his eyes and, in an urgent and sultry, if soft voice said "I want your cock inside me. I want you to bend me over and fuck me right here."

Immediately he spun her around so she was facing back toward the aisle between then shelves. Laura looked back over her should as John freed his cock and positioned himself behind her. As he was taller he placed his feet outside her and bent his knees slightly. One of his hands grasped her hip as she felt the head of his cock press against her nearly dripping cunt. 

He started to slowly press into her but wanting more Laura thrust her hips back against him and both of them gasped as his cock slid deep inside her. Taking the hint John grabbed both her hips and pounded his cock into her again and again, like he knew she liked it. Leaning over slightly he whispered "Is that what you want you little slut? Do you like having my hard cock deep in you?" 

She just moaned in reply as his words spiked her arousal. She could feel his cock hitting her g-spot with each thrust and could feel herself building to an orgasm. Suddenly she felt him wrap his hand in her hair and pull sharply. This pushed her over the edge and with a shuddering moan that she tried to stifle she pressed her hips against him, burying his cock deep inside her stopping his thrusts in order to not be overwhelmed by the sensations.

As she came back to her senses she moved her hips against him he took his cue and resumed his thrusts, still pounding her hard and fast. After another minute or so she could feel another orgasm building. She heard John's breath start becoming more ragged as he approached his own orgasm. 

Suddenly she heard a girl giggle followed by a male voice that sounded like it was in the aisle between the bookshelves. Either John did not hear this or chose to ignore for he continued thrusting into her depths. She turned her head to look through the shelves but bent over as she was could only see a few feet of the aisle beyond the shelf they were hidden behind. Almost immediately two pairs of feet appeared and before she had time to reach another young couple stepped into the aisle directly in front of them. 

The other couple was obviously on much the same errand for as they appeared the girl, quite attractive Laura noticed, spun around to grab her partner for a kiss. The other couple was so distracted with each other that they didn't notice John and Laura for a moment but then the girl spotted them and with a squeak jumped and faced them, bringing her partner's attention to them as well.

John had briefly slowed his thrusts as the couple appeared but quickly resumed once he processed that they were there for the same reason. Laura gasped as John's thrusts became even harder and faster and met the other girl's eyes. She had flushed when she first saw them but her gaze remained fixed on them. Laura's gaze shifted to the guy and felt her arousal spike as she saw him look her over appraisingly. 

John's breathing was again becoming ragged and she felt another orgasm building in herself, fueled further by the feel of the other couple's eyes on her. Her own breath began coming in gasps. Looking again at the girl watching them she moaned in delight as the girl's lifted the edge of the skirt she was wearing and slid one hand under her panties to finger her sex. 

John too moaned in response to the girl's display and rammed his cock deep into Laura's tight pussy. Suddenly the girl took two quick steps forward and fell to her knees in front of Laura. Grasping Laura's head in both hands she pulled her in for a kiss, immediately forcing her tongue into Laura's willing mouth. This proved too much for both Laura and John and as her own orgasm gripped her she heard John groan and felt his come spurting into her depths. 

After a few more thrusts Laura felt his cock slip from her as the other girl stood up and stepped back toward her partner. As Laura straightened up she felt a gush of John's come from her lips. Turning, pants still around her ankles, she kissed John before bending over proudly displaying her ass to all to pull her pants back up. 

"Wow." She heard the guy say as turned around. John had buttoned his own pants up and after retightening his belt he picked up her backpack. Glancing at him to make sure he was ready she flashed a sexy smile at him before turning back the other couple. With a naughty look on her face she strode to the girl and boldly grabbed her hips to pull their bodies together as their lips locked together for another kiss. 

Breaking the kiss she stepped back, grabbed John's hand and pulled him with her past the couple. "Now you two have fun." She said teasingly as they passed. 

Back in the elevator she leaned against John and, with a contented smile, said, "That was a good study break."



Study Break



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Study Break



It was a hot muggy night with very little activity in the three dormitory buildings on the north end of the university campus. David made his normal rounds patroling through the sparcely populated halls. It was summer school, there were not many students living in the coed dorms during the summer session. Most universities have a much smaller student population during this time. It is a time for students to make up some ground academically or for graduate students to continue their education towards an advanced degree.

The main floor tv lounge was the focus of social interaction by the summer students. It allowed them to take a break from the rigors of the concentrated classload most of them had. There were a wide variety of students attendingclasses, but one and all generally came downstairs at some point during the night.The lounge was a good hangout between rounds. It was a way to be entertained and scope out any potential trouble makers at the same time. Most of the students knew who David was. The nightclerks were the students' contact for any emergencies or maintenance issues and the campus police's eyes and ears after normal office hours at the desk.

David was hard to miss as he patroled the halls. He stood 6'3" tall and went about 225 lbs. with blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a very athletic build as a result of love of any and all intramural sports on campus. He was very amiable and was able to handle most any sort of situation encountered in the residence halls. Whether a couple of drunks fighting or an overflowing toilet. He was a student too and knew what it was to want to have a good time and yet be able to study when it was time to focus. He tried to be fair with everyone. Warning the loud ones to be conciderate and the potheads to do something about the "smell" coming from their room.

He had met Amy in the tv lounge earlier in the summer. She was a frequent visitor to the lounge, usually late at night. She would often come in at one a.m. and stay until four or five in the morning. David's shift got over at five a.m. so he got to know her pretty well. He had found out that she was an elementary teacher in a small Eskimo village in Alaska. She had graduated five years prior to that summer and had accepted the postion at the school right after graduation. She had come back to the university to complete her bid for a Masters of Education degree. They often talked about her students and life up in Alaska. David was fascinated by her tales of life in the isolated Eskimo community. She was funny and very captivating. She was 5' 5", medium build. Her shoulder length black hair framed her brown eyes and enticing smile so well. He was flattered an older, intelligent woman like Amy would seek out his company. As the summer progressed, she would offer to let him throw his mountian bike into the bed of her pickup truck rather than peddle the two miles home every morning. He was grateful for the ride after walking up and down the halls and stairwells of the three buildings every night. Plus, it gave them an innocent excuse to spend more time together when he was off duty

That particular night was hotter than usual in the dorm. The university did not have air conditioning in the dorms because of the small number of students living in the dorms. Nor, did they furnish fans. David had a mid-term to study for and tried to study between rounds,but it was so hot he just could not concentrate! So he decided to make another round to try and take his mind off the heat. As he got to the second floor hallway, he saw Amy at her room door. It was eleven p.m.,she had just gotten back from a dinner date with a couple from town. David stopped and chatted a bit. He complained to Amy about the lack of a cool spot to study for his exams. Without any hesitation, she chimed in that she had a fan in her room and he was more than welcome to bring his books over and study there. She said it would not be an inconvienence because she had more classwork to do before she turned in for the night. Not giving too much thought to the offer, he gratefully accepted. 

After he finished his round, he grabbed his books and headed back to her room. When he got there, he knocked and Amy beckoned him in. He had never been in her room before. She did not have the standard two desk set-up most of the rooms had. "You can have the desk or you can sit on my bed." she told him. "Thanks!" David said. "I appreciate you letting me come down and study here. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get anything done tonight." He stated. "If you don't mind,I'll take the bed. Those wooden chairs they provide are worse than a hard church pew!' David sat down and began to study the text for his "Management Principals" class. It was going to be a tough mid-term, the professor was an old military man and had high expectations for his students. He had a lot of studying to be properly prepared. Amy was restless, she just could not seem to sit still in chair across the room. Finally, David asked her,"Would you prefer to come and sit on the other end of the bed?" "Sure!" she replied. "You're sure you don't mind?" "No problem, it's your room!" he said. David noticed that how good she looked in the form fitting jeans and yellow tank top she was wearing. He felt a slight blush come to his cheek as she sat down facing him. He flashed her a smile and buried his eyes into his book. It did not take long for Amy's real intentions to become clear--- He felt a bare foot rubbing the lower part of his right blue jean covered leg. "We're not going to get much studying done if you keep that up!" David laughed. Amy coyly smiled, then began to study her textbook. The playful foot massage went on over the next twenty-five minutes on and off.

"I've got to go on my rounds. I'll be back in fifteen minutes or so." David told her as he got up and headed out the door. His head was swimming! This beautiful lady was obviously interested in him! He seemed to be flying through the hallway and bound up and down the stairwells faster than ever! Her jet black hair and brown eyes were all he could see in his head. He could barely contain the excitement and his chest felt like it was going to explode! He had been attracted to her, but did not ask her out because she was older and the only time he saw her was while he was on duty. He could not afford to risk losing his job by "hitting" on her. He did not have to worry now though, she had made the first move and the door was opened. 

He felt his heart pounding up into his throat as he knocked on Amy's door after his record paced round! She was still sitting on the bed as he entered the room. She looked up from her book and flashed him a warm smile, but did not say a word. "What is she thinking?" he wondered silently. He attempted to refocus his attention on his textbook. However, the anticipation of the moment filled his every thought! Amy did not let much time pass, before she resumed distracting David. She began to rub the inside of his thighs and touch his growinghard-on with her bare feet! He could feel the heat of her body through his jeans. He looked up and shyly smlied at her glowing face. David began to reciprocate the stimulating rub down with his sock covered feet, while unsuccessfully trying to keep at least partial attention on his studies.

Giving into the moment, David began to rub Amy's crotch through her jeans. The heat of the night exploded into passion for them both. Amy came down and joined David on the other end of the bed. He met her as she layed down. He pulled her toward him and slowly kissed her waiting lips. He gently caressed her face and felt the silky touch of her skin in his large hands. "Are you ok with this?" he asked her. She smiled with such a broad smile, no answer could not have been more obvious, even if she hadscreamed her approval at the top of her lungs.

He reached for the light and turned it off. As he rolled over to face her, his hands slipped underneath Amy's tank top and lifted it off. She looked so beautiful in the bluish moonlight beaming through the window. He slid his hand gently behind her lacey bra exposing the mountains of treasure hidden there. She had two very firm breast that were supple,but firm. He'd never seen nipples sticking up like that and inviting his desiring lips to nibble first the left, then the right. "I don't have any protection." he whispered to her as they embraced."That's ok!" she replied."I cannot have any kids, so we don't have to worry about it. I'd rather you not use that anyway." His nimble fingers unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off in one fluid motion. Amy got up and stepped out of her lacey panties. The moonlight backlit her form and his eyes beheld the wonderous sight of her nakedness.

David reached for her breasts as she leaned over to loosenhis pants and slipped them off. His hands totally enveloped and caressed her breasts in unison. He lovingly massaged them and tittlated her nipples with his fingertips. She desired him so! Amy strattled his legs as he rolled to his back and kicked off his underwear in excited anticipation! She lowered herself down onto him reaching down to guide his hot,throbbing penis inside her wet, willing pussy. The heat was so intense as he fully penetrated her, it almost burned! It felt so good, as he thrust upward to give herthe fullness of himself. She moaned in ectasy as they stroked up and down creating a rythum of pleasure and passion. David reached down and stimulated her clit with his fingertips each penetration and brought her to a climax three or four times.

His head was reeling! He'd never done anything like this before! But Amy was so special! Her experience showed as she tighten herself on his stiff cock and stimulated him so much that he arched back and came inside her over and over. "You feel so.... goood!" he cried out, as his back when limp and his form sunk back into the matress.

Amy layed next to him and kissed and nibbled his ear gently. David recovered his composure and climbed between her legs. He bent over her and began to kiss the inside of her warm and silky thighs and tease them with his tongue. She quivered as he lower himself over her and began to tease her clit with his tongue. It was warm and wet as it probed first her clit then deep inside her viagina. Her salty, sweet taste spurred him onward. His tongue moved faster and faster, probing deeper and deeper inside her. No one had ever touched her this deeply emotionally and physiically at the same time! "How did he know what to do, and so well?" Soon she felt the warm, flush feeling of a strong and satisfying climax wash over her body from head totoe.

David never forgot that night of passion they shared that night. It lasted till the wee morning hours of the next day, between rounds and reports. He often wonders what ever happened to that exotic woman he had shared a solitary night of ectacy with. Was she telling him the truth about not being able to have kids or was she leading him on to plant the seeds of love that he would never see grow?        



Study Break



I had gone to the library to get out of my dorm room to get away from the sweet memories of our time together. I was missing you so much, and it was really starting to depress me that you weren't there, and I wouldn't see you for several weeks (or so I thought!).

Luckily, you had seen my suite mate Shannon and our friend Jennifer, and they were able to tell you that I was in the library. So, you go on there, and find me on the second floor, in the back corner where no one was around. You walk up silently behind me, and I am too engrossed in my investigative reporting notes, that I didn't hear you. I have my hair up in a clip, leaving the back of my neck exposed.

Unable to resist, you place your hands on the back of the chair, and lean down to kiss my neck. You chuckle as I jump in my chair, and let out a little squeal. Scared to death, I jerk around, only to squeal again when I see you standing there. I jump up and throw my arms around your neck, my lips finding yours. After a heated kiss, I whisper, "What are you doing here?!"

You just arch an eyebrow, "Well, hey to you too Lisa. If you want me to leave, I can-"

"What?! Don't you dare!" I said and hold you tighter to me. "I just didn't expect to see you-not for a few weeks!"

You just grin at me, and kiss me gently, "What can I say? I couldn't wait to see you again."

I just giggle, and lean up to kiss you slowly but passionately, and you return the kiss. Your hands go to let my hair down to stroke it, moving down my back. Your lips travel across my cheek to my earlobe. I moan softly, and pull away reluctantly. "Andy, no...we are in the library."

You just smile and continue to nibble on my ear, "Yes dear, I know." "We can't!" I whisper, trying not to moan out loud from pleasure.

"Yes we can," you say, "remember when you mentioned one time about how you wanted to in the library?" I open my mouth and laugh, "well yes, but I really can't do that!"

"Sure you can," you whisper. You look up, "we are in a private part of the library, no one will come this way."

"How do you know?" I ask, my eyes twinkling, and my body turned on by the idea of actually sucking your nice cock in the library. I look around, and notice the rooms that groups of students can study in. "hey, I got an idea!"

I walk over to one door, and sure enough, the door was unlocked. I turn around to you, and grin. You grin back, and grabbed my books and followed me into the room. 

With the light already turned out, we just shut the door, and got down where no one could see us, laying on the floor. I begin to giggle as you kiss me, and you place your finger against my lips. "Sorry," I whisper, after I had stopped giggling, only to start again. Laughing yourself, you kiss me. Feeling your hands slide up my shirt, I stop giggling and soon, I am lost to the pleasure you are invoking in me.

After our eyes adjust to the dark room, I move to remove your shirt, unbuttoning each button. With each one I unbutton, I kiss your chest, kissing my way down.

Hearing your breathing quicken, knowing what I intend to do turns me on. Soon, I am at your pants, and I move my hand over the coarse material, feeling the hardness beneath. I unbutton them, and slowly lower the zipper. I then slide my hand down your boxers (or briefs?) and we both moan as my hand touches your hard cock. I move the pants and boxers down, and begin to my my hand up and down your shaft.

"You know what turns me on the most at the moment?" I whisper to you in the dark room of the library.

"No," you whisper back, "but I do have an idea...OHHHH" you moan.

"MMMMMMM," I moan, "the thought of sucking you in here turns me on sooo bad." And to prove my point, I take you in my mouth, fast and hard, and begin to suck for all I was worth. It must have been too much for you, because it was not long after when you moved me off your cock, and had me lay on my back. Next thing I know, you are kissing my breasts, as one hand moves down to tease my hot and wet pussy. I arch my back and moan, biting my lip from the pleasure.

"Now it is my turn to repeat the favor," and I feel your lips latch onto my clit, and flick it with your tongue. Nibbling on it with your teeth, and making me jump from the pleasure. I bring my fist to my mouth to cover my cries. "Ohhhh...mmmmmm" You hear beneath my hands covering my mouth. It was not long before I reach an orgasm, and my juices spurting out.

You then lean above me, and kiss me deep, my juices mingling with the taste of your mouth. You whisper in my ear as you nibble on the earlobe. "I also want to get you on your knees, and take your ass in here." 

Turning over to comply to your wish, I feel you spread my cheeks, and slowly slide in my tight hole, letting me get used to the sweet invasion of your cock.

Again we both moan in pleasure, and begin a sweet slow rhythm, rocking back and forth, our bodies meeting in the most erotic way that any two bodies can meet. Soon you were pumping against me, your fingers playing with my clit, and one hand squeezing my bouncing tit. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again, and feeling me constrict around your hard cock, you soon get close. Feeling you grow in me, I gasp, and feel yet another orgasm come on. Knowing that I had come one after the other, you explode inside me.

We lay on the floor for a few minutes, catching our breaths. I looked at my watch, and realized that the library was going to close in the next 15 minutes, we both jump up and get dressed. We then walked out of the library as if nothing but "studying" had been going on. After we get outside, we both begin to laugh, not completely believing that we got away with doing what we did.

We then went to my dorm room to relax, clean up, and begin again with what we had done earlier. Only this time, we took our sweet time. 



Study Break



“Britt, which one do you multiply pi to?” asked Jenn

Jenn and I were studying for our math final exam tomorrow in her living room. Finally, high school was almost over, and summer vacation would start soon. Jenn was standing, holding her notes in both hands. Her face was almost buried into the paper, searching for her answer. I was sitting on the loveseat, holding my book in my lap. 

Suddenly, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen walked into Jenn’s backyard. He was tall, had brown hair, and had muscles almost everywhere!

“Oh, my god!” I exclaimed. “Who is THAT?”

“That’s our pool cleaner, Mark” replied Jenn. “Isn’t he hot? But seriously, Britt; we need to study.”

“We’ve been at it for over an hour, now. I think its time for a break,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she responded. “Last week he took his shirt off. I thought I was going to die!”

She came to sit next to me on my right, on the small loveseat. From where we were, we could see straight out her sliding glass doors, and enjoy the perfect show. I put my math book on the floor, and stared at this gorgeous man. 

“Oh, he’s so hot!” Jenn said. “If he’d want, I’d let him fuck me here right now”

“Whoa, Jenn!” I said. I couldn’t even stop staring at this guy while talking to my best friend. “You haven’t even gone all the way with any guy before, and you’d--”

Just then, he took off his shirt. His perfectly shaped body glistened in the afternoon sun. We both let out squeals in excitement. While he continued his work, we both just sat and stared.

“I am getting so horny looking at this guy, Britt” said Jenn. Trying to be secret, she slid her she started lightly rubbing the crotch of her Levi shorts. 

“Jenn, what’re you doing?” I exclaimed. “You’re gonna do that right next to me?”

“Well, why not? We both know that we do it in private. We don’t have any secrets, do we?” she reasoned. “Besides, it’s not like I’m doing it to you. I’m not a lesbian. That guy just got me so hot”

I wasn’t sure what was going on. I was getting pretty horny too, and she did have a good point. Actually, I felt like I was about to explode if I didn’t do anything right now too. 

“Yeah, you’re right” I said.

Britt unzipped her shorts, and began to rub her pussy through her satin panties. I was curious about what she was doing, and occasionally looked over. I pulled my mini skirt up to my waist, and spread my legs a little wider. I rubbed the crotch of my blue flower cotton panties, and already I was getting wet. 

Britt leaned forward, and lifted up her shirt over hear huge C-cup breasts. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. She leaned back again, and started pinching her nipple with her left hand. Following her footsteps, I took my shirt completely off. I unstrapped my black satin bra, and threw it across the room.

“Scoot over, will ya” Britt said with a smile. “You’re leaving me no room!”

We were both scrunched up together, and our legs and arms were pressed up together. I was having a hard time rubbing my clit, because my legs couldn’t get any wider. I lifted my right leg up, and put it over hers. Now both of our legs were wide open, and we both began to finger ourselves under our panties. 

“Mmmm…..” moaned Britt. For some reason, I started feeling curious about her, for the first time. Maybe it was because I was already so horny, but when she started moaning, I thought I could cum right then. Her smooth leg under mine was writing, as her hips were humping her fingers. 

Britt’s head was laid back on the couch, as she stared at Mark’s topless body. I couldn’t help stare at the hand in her panties, and at her breasts. I started to think how great it would be to just start sucking them right then. Why was I thinking that? I’m not a lesbian.

“Oh, god. I’m gonna…. I’m gonnnna… cummmm” I moaned loudly. I was about ready to have an orgasm

Just then, Mark began put on his shirt.

“Shit” Britt yelled. “I think he’s gonna leave.” Sure enough, he started to gather his equipment, and left. Neither of us even stopped masturbating. We were openly fingering ourselves, legs intertwined.

“Let’s just keep going, for a little bit” I panted. “I’m almost there”

“Mmmhhmmm,” Britt moaned again. She closed her eyes, and cocked her head back. 

I stared at her breasts, heaving back and forth as her whole body seemed to be humping her fingers. Why was I thinking this way? 

“Ohhh….” I moaned. I leaned my body a little closer to her. My head was just inches from her face. God, I wanted her. I wanted her to make me cum so badly. She kept fingering herself, and was moaning pretty loudly. 

“Jenn” I said. I didn’t even realize I had said her name, until she looked over to me. I don’t know where I got the courage, but I gave her a little kiss on the lips. Neither of us stopped masturbating. She stared at me for a couple of seconds, then kissed me back. 

This time, it was much more passionate. She put her left arm around my neck, pulled my head towards her, and french kissed me. She was breathing heavily into my mouth, as she ran her tongue over mine. Our lips were pressing together, as we panted deeply into each other’s mouths. We must have kissed each other for at least 5 minutes, as we both kept masturbating ourselves.

“God, I need to cum so badly” I whispered.

“Me too. This stays between us, right?” She replied.

I didn’t say anything. I just took the hand she was fingering herself with, and pressed it into my crotch. She instantly went underneath my panties, and began to finger me. She was slow, at first, tenderly rubbing her two fingers in and out of my dripping cunt. I just sat there, stunned at the intense feelings she was giving me. 

I reached under her panties, and began to rub her clit. It was the first time I had ever felt another’s girl’s private parts. What I was doing felt sorta wrong, but it also made me feel so horny. 

I gently dipped my index finger into her pussy. Her body gave a little shutter, and she inhaled sharply. She kissed me again, this time she was shoving her tongue down my throat! I moaned while my lips were pressed tightly against hers, and knew she was going to make me cum. 

I opened my legs a little wider, over her knee. My hips were bucking with unison to her finger, fucking my wet cunt. 

“Oh, god… I’m gonna cum soon.” I panted. She pressed her face into the side of mine, lightly licking my cheek. She ran her tongue down to my neck, and began to lightly suck. 

“Oohhh… I’m gonna cumm….. I’m cummmiiiiinnnggg!!!!” My hips were humping her hand, as she continued to finger me. I felt her huge tits pressing against my arm; her whole body was pressing into me. She breathed heavily into my ear, lightly licking around it. 

“Ohhh, god…. Mmmm…” I cooed. She removed her hand, and kissed me again. “That was so fucking hot” she told me. “I’m about to cum, soon”

I would make this easy for her. I stood up, and kneeled down in front of her open legs. 

“Britt,” she asked. “What’re you doing?”

“Just lay back.” I grabbed each side of her panties, and pulled them down her legs. She moved her hips toward the end of the couch, anticipating what was going to come. I kissed her knee, slowly licking my way down to her pussy.

God, it looked so good. Her pussy was shaved, except for on top, where there was a small strip of hair. I kissed the top of her pussy, lightly. She let out a small yelp. I ran my tongue from the bottom all the way to the top, adoring my first taste of a hot cunt. 

After licking two of my fingers, I put them into her wet pussy. Jenn closed her eyes, and slowly began bucking her hips. I ran my tongue over her clit a couple times, as I continued to pump my soaking fingers in and out of her juicy snatch. I kissed her hard clit, and sucked it into my mouth.

“Mmmmmm… ohhh, yeah” She panted. 

She grabbed her right breast, and pinched the nipple. I thought she had the loveliest breasts. I continued to finger my best friend, as I sucked and licked her clit.

“Oh, god… I’ll cum if you keep….” She gasped. 

I wrapped my left arm around her leg, as I still fingered her. She grabbed my head and pulled it into her pussy, humping my lips. 

“Oh, yeah! Oh….. I’m cummmmiiiinggg.!” She screamed. I opened my mouth widely, and took out my fingers. I licked roughly. My mouth filled with her pussy juices. She continued to hump my mouth, as I moaned into her crotch.

“Mmmm….. ohhh…” She cooed. I writhed my body up to her tits, and gently kissed each nipple. I slowly moved up her neck, and onto her face. I kissed her deeply, my tongue intertwined with hers. She grabbed the back of my head, and pressed my face into hers, as she kissed me.

We just lay there like that for a while. It felt so good to just be in her arms. I loved her so much, and I didn’t want this ever to end.

THE END



Study Break



i threw my pencil down and sighed with frustration. A girl can only look at math problems for so long before she goes nuts.

i had passed the six-hour mark a while ago, pushing to finish the chapter, and figured i was coming dangerously close to the point at which i’d lose it entirely.

i brought it upon myself, of course. i’d been putting this off since September of last year. it was my own damn fault that i now had to work on it for hours at a time.

my frustration and exhaustion were apparent in my sprawled position upon the couch. The hem of my short grey skirt had crept dangerously high over the past several hours, a flash of cream-colored skin peeking from between carelessly splayed thighs.

the pink cardigan i had been wearing earlier was wadded up on the floor across the room, having been thrown across the room in a fit earlier in the afternoon. i’d opened the top few buttons of my shirt, allowing a glimpse of the tops of my creamy breasts to no one in particular.

i breathed a deep sigh and stretched languidly, shooting a contemptuous glare at the math book balanced in my lap. i closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift to You.

i looked up and saw You standing beside me. You lifted the cumbersome book from my lap and set it on the coffee table, taking a seat next to me on the couch. Smiling softly, You pulled me to Your lap. my arms slipped around Your neck and i snuggled close, resting my head on Your shoulder, breathing in Your familiar scent. i held tight to You as Your fingers brushed through my hair, immensely grateful for such a distraction.

You twined my hair more tightly around Your fingers and guided my face toward Yours. Thick lashes brushed my fair cheeks as i closed my eyes, fluttering gently at the soft touch of Your lips on my own. You traced the line of my lips with Your tongue, parting them and kissing me deeper. i shivered as You explored my mouth with Your tongue, as You caressed my tongue with Your own, as You sucked and bit and tugged at my full, pouty lips.

Your hands ran slowly down my sides to my hips. You lifted me up and pulled me closer to You, the sensitive inner flesh of my naked thighs pressed tightly to Your thighs as i straddled You. Kissing me harder, more fiercely, You slid Your hands around to my ass and pulled the hem of my short skirt higher. You tucked the hem into the waistband, leaving my ass exposed. A smoldering pain steadily grew as You brought Your hand down hard onto my bare flesh over and over.

The kiss became tender, more subdued. You caressed my stinging bottom, soothing the heated skin.

"Unbutton your blouse, pet" You whispered as You broke the kiss.

I leaned back a little so You could watch as I deftly undid each button and let the shirt fall open. Your strong hands gripped my ass tightly and pulled me closer to You. I slipped my arms around Your neck again as You leaned in to kiss me once more, sending shivers raping up my spine as Your exquisite lips met mine.

You pulled away slowly, planting a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, then my cheek. Kisses traveled along my jaw line, Your lips brushing briefly over my ear, Your warm breath caressing my skin, raising goosebumps all over my body. You kissed and nibbled my neck drawing a soft moan from between my parted lips.

As You kissed my neck, Your hand inched slowly lower, Your finger lightly stroking and pressing against my tight ass. i rocked my hips a little, grinding my soaking wet cunt against Your growing cock, pressing my ass back against Your hand. i groaned as Your finger entered my ass. Burying my face in Your neck and shoulder, i tried to stifle my moans while You forced Your finger deeper.

my lips found Your neck and kissed and licked and bit at the tender flesh there. my hips rocked back and forth of their own volition as You began fingering my tight little ass. i felt my cunt soaking Your pants clear through, Your cock straining at the wet material.

Pausing a moment from suckling Your earlobe, i whispered "Please, Sir. Let me feel You inside me?"

You nodded and i unwrapped my arms from around Your neck, running my hands down over Your chest, quickly undoing Your pants. i reached inside Your pants and pulled out Your hard cock, smiling to myself as i felt it pulse in my hand. Leaning forward, i pressed the head to my dripping hole, biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

Burying my face again in Your neck and shoulder, i let out a long, throaty moan, feeling Your cock stretching me as You grabbed my hips and thrust up into me. i whimpered my disappointment when You stopped fucking my ass and pulled out Your finger, but my whimpers were quickly replaced with gasps and moans as You held my hips tighter and fucked me harder.

i bounced up and down in Your lap, my tits bouncing lightly as Your cock filled me, stretched me. You wrapped those delicious lips around one of my little pink nipples, sucking and biting at them, sending stinging pleasure through my body. I felt Your cock growing as You fucked me harder, stretching me wider, filling me more. my cunt ached and throbbed with a need for release.

Hardly able to control it, i groaned "Please, Sir."

You nodded again, replying "Cum, girl."

i cried out, throwing my head back as the waves of pleasure began to take over, my entire body quivering. i collapsed lightly against You, my head resting on Your shoulder. i rocked my hips as You fucked my shaking body harder and deeper, finally cumming deep inside me. i wrapped my arms loosely about Your neck as Your own snaked about my waist and held me close.

Smiling weakly, i whispered "Thank You, Sir" and closed my eyes.

When i opened them again a moment later i was lying on my couch. my short grey skirt was pulled up around my waist, two fingers buried deeply in my dripping pussy. I noticed my math book and schoolwork had all fallen to the floor. Sighing, i withdrew my fingers from my cunt and brought them to my lips, sucking them into my mouth. i whimpered a little, disappointed at the realization that it had only been a daydream. 



Study Break



This is my second posted story. Read this one or the other and please let me know what you think. I'm interested in hearing from other writers... and cute college girls. Enjoy!

It was a Wednesday and Marie had come over to my place to study. We were in a political science class together and had only known each other a few weeks. I met her after I had skipped a class and wanted to find out what I had missed. So, being the smart guy I am, I asked the cute girl sitting a few seats down from me. When she started to tell me, I moved down and sat beside her. We chatted for a few minutes before class and I looked her up and down as casually as I could. She had really curly chestnut hair that fell in swirls down across her face as she talked. Dark brown eyes regarded me calmly from behind her small stylish glasses. She was very tan for March, but it made her skin glow warmly. She was sitting, but I could tell she was about 5’6” with a nice athletic frame and on this soft southern spring day, this lovely girl was wearing a short denim skirt, cute sandals, and a light orange shirt that stretched across her curvy breasts. I thanked her for the information and introduced myself. She told me her name was Marie.

Anyway, we started sitting next to each other and had some nice conversations before and after classes. It was fun to debate issues with her sharp mind and I found her to be quite clever in a very sarcastic way. She always smiled at me, even when she disagreed with my opinions. Once or twice, we went out for a cup of coffee or met up at the library to study. I found her more and more attractive as the weeks passed and was always touching her or flirting with her. Then on Monday, while we were sitting in class, she took my hand and put it on her thigh, just below her short shorts. I grinned and stroked her smooth skin while I took notes. As soon as class was over, we bolted out the door together and went straight to her place for several hours of wild, hot sex.

Back to Wednesday; the exam was next Friday, but we had decided to go ahead and do a little prep work. She came over and kicked off her flip-flops as soon as she walked in the door. Marie was dressed down today, but it was still an alluring outfit: little blue athletic shorts with “TIGERS” written across the rear in orange and a simple white tank top (wifebeater is the technical term). I knew it would be difficult to concentrate while she lounged around in that cute little costume. Somehow we managed to spend several hours going over our notes and highlighting important ideas in the textbook. The coffee table, couches, and floor were soon covered with papers displaying her neat, girlish handwriting and my terrible, illegible scrawl. By midnight, I was brain-fried and decided it was time to put the books away and hang out. 

We were just relaxing on my couch. I was sitting up in the corner with my feet up on the coffee table. Marie was lying down with her head in my lap; her long, curly hair draped over my legs, my hand slowly running through it. Watching TV, we laughed and chatted, glad we weren’t talking about political theory anymore.

I slid my hand down from her hair and began to stroke her earlobe with my thumb and softly trace random shapes on her neck. I knew she was very sensitive there and I could hear her start to breathe faster. She shifted her body and put her arms up, putting her hands behind her head. I looked down and saw a sly grin on her face as I felt her hands start to tickle my thighs. I smiled too and walked my fingers down her neck and across her chest. I playfully pinched one of her nipples through her shirt, making it stand up.

“Mmmmmm…” she moaned and pushed her body back against me. I closed my hand over her breast and massaged it gently. Moving from one to the other, I teased and squeezed them, the feel of them under my hand turning me on. I dropped my other hand to caress her face and she licked my fingertip as I ran one over her lips. We kept up this playful petting for several minutes. I loved the look of her reclined body and the smell of the fruity body lotion that made her feel so smooth.

She stretched against me and slowly sat up. Marie removed her glasses and put them on the coffee table before crawling into my lap. She straddled me, her inner thighs hugging my hips and her feet tucked up under me. I could feel her press her hips down against my body and my cock began to throb between us. She grinned and bit her lip, her face hovering just inches in front of mine.

I slid my hands up from her smooth thighs, over her ass, and up her back. My fingernails tickled her skin as I pushed my hands under her top. I stroked and massaged the tight muscles in her back as she leaned forward and put her arms around my neck. I sat back, trying to act cool as she continued to grind her cotton-clad pussy against my hard shaft. She was shivering slightly as her body moved slowly up and down in my arms. Damn, Marie looked so good like that. Her face was a little flushed, making her freckles stand out. Those gorgeous eyes looked a little glazed as she concentrated on the feeling of our bodies pressed together. She bit her lower lip and tilted her head so that our foreheads touched, her curls framing our faces. We moved together for a moment; looking at each other, our hands absentmindedly exploring each other. Then she pressed her face to my cheek and breathed hot air against my neck. 

Moving things up a notch, I turned my lips to suck on her earlobe and kiss down her delicate neck. At the same time I scratched down her neck with my teeth, I lowered my hands back down to cup and squeeze the firm globes of her ass. She gasped and pressed our bodies tighter together, her breasts flattened against my chest. 

I could feel the heat of her passion through my jeans as she bounced and pushed herself on me faster and harder. Her nipples were hard under her tank and she dug her fingernails into my shoulders. I kept licking and sucking on her neck and earlobe, occasionally catching her lips as she trashed her head from side to side. Her hair tickled my cheek as she thrust her tongue into my mouth for a wild and passionate kiss. She sucked on my bottom lip and scratched her nails down my neck. Our mouths opened and closed rhythmically, our lips sliding against each other and our tongues wrestled and conquered new ground.

Moving my hands around her body, under her shirt, I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them, pinching her nipples as she rode my lap. Marie broke the kiss and leaned back at little from me. She quickly reached down and jerked her tank top over her head and tossed it aside. It fluttered through the air like a flag of surrender and landed by her flips-flops. Her tits jiggled and swayed and I was again reminded that they were much bigger than they appeared in her shirt. She put her hands over mine as I massaged her big breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. With a sparkle in her eyes and a flush in her face, she put her left hand behind my head and cupped her right breast with her right hand. Pulling my face down and lifting her tit, she guided her nipple right to my lips. She watched, soft moans of desire escaping her open mouth, as I licked and sucked on her nipples. I kissed the soft flesh of her breasts and swirled the tip of my tongue around her hardened nipples. Moving her hands and my lips, she led my mouth to the points of her desire, pressing my face against her chest, all the while, she was riding the growing bulge in my jeans.

Marie was driving me out of my mind. She was on top and controlling the pace. Not that I minded at all, but I wanted to let her know that I wasn’t completely conquered. I slid my hands down her back and started massaging her firm ass. Reaching under her, my fingertips went between her thighs and started rubbing her pussy. I remember thinking that she was going to have to borrow some shorts from me, because she was already too wet for her g-string and shorts to hide. She moaned again as my fingertips pressed into the wet spot, fiddling with her swollen lips and clit.

She dropped her hands to my wrists and tried to pull them away as she gasped and shook in my arms. I persisted and kept teasing her, making her moan and spasm. Her hair waved and whipped about as she tossed her head from side to side. Throwing her body against me, she whimpered and slowly calmed as I abated my teasing of her warm, wet pussy through her cute “Tigers” shorts. 

Marie put her hands on my shoulders and pushed away, sliding to the floor between my legs. She wouldn’t look up at me as she rested her head in my lap for a moment. I ran my hands through her curls and was worried that I had upset her.

Apparently I hadn’t, because once she caught her breath, her hands opened my belt and slid down the zipper of my jeans. I lifted my hips for her when she reached up to the top of my jeans and pulled them, along with boxers, right down my legs and off.

My hard cock stuck straight up in the air in front of her. Marie pushed my knees apart and scooted up into the space between my thighs. I quickly took off my own shirt and settled back to watch her. I couldn’t help but gasp as her small smooth hand closed around the base of my shaft. She focused her total attention on my cock and seemed so interested in the way it felt as she slowly moved her fist up and down my throbbing shaft. Her left hand snuck up between my thighs and started rubbing my balls, making me moan and thrust my hips up in the air. Marie grinned and squeezed the head of my dick, sending a small stream of precum bubbling out. Her small pink tongue darted out of her mouth and she flicked it across my smooth cockhead. It seemed so erotic and sexy to watch this cute college coed paint my shaft with her tongue. Her saliva mixed with my precum and made it nice and slick. She quickened the pace of her stroking and I increased the volume of my moaning.

With another one of those naughty grins, Marie dipped her head down and took my cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around the shaft and pushed her mouth down as far as she could. I stroked her hair and watched her mouth slowly take my cock deeper, inch by inch. She moved her head back up and let it pop out of her mouth.

“MMMMmmmmmm, you’ve got such a nice cock. I love giving you head,” she whispered sexily as she held my hard cock in her hand and let the wet tip brush against her cheek. She massaged the tip with her delicate fingers and started to make long licks from the base up. It felt very good, but the real prize was watching her do it. I remember every detail: her red-painted fingernails on her slender fingers, the wetness of her lips catching the dim light and glistening, and the electric gleam in her eyes as she took my shaft into her mouth.

If it was possible, I got even harder when Marie raised herself up on her knees and pushed her breasts against me. With a firm grip on my cock, she slid it into her cleavage. Slowly, she moved her body up and down, letting my rigid dick slide between her swaying breasts. A long streak of precum and saliva coated the inside curves of her tits as I tried to thrust my dick up against them.

“You’re gonna love this…,” Marie teased. Then she lowered her mouth and tightened her lips around the head of my throbbing cock, while she took her tits in her hands and pressed them in to enclose my shaft. I could feel the soft warm flesh of her tits from my balls to halfway up my cock, where her lips moved slowly up and down. Wet slurping sounds got louder and louder as she took me deeper into her mouth.

“Uhhhhh… Ohhhhhh… yessssss,” was about all I could mutter as this cute twenty year old gave me the best blowjob of my life. She went at it with all the energy and lust of the horniest of sluts. The pressure building was undeniable.

My eyes were locked on her while she bounced her tits against my cock and sucked on the head. When she swirled her tongue around the tip, it sent shivers through my body. My fingers danced across her nipples and stroked her hair. I was seconds away from exploding and she knew it.

“MMMmmmm, like that?? I know you do. You didn’t think I could be such a wild horny slut, did you?” She teased and smiled up at me, while keeping the pace of her breasts sliding up and down my shaft. The swollen, purple head of my cock played peek-a-boo, occasionally brushing against her chin. I couldn’t take anymore.

“Ohhh, Marie, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned through grinding teeth.

“Yessssss, baby. Cum for your slut,” she giggled as she dropped her breasts away and grabbed my cock roughly in her tiny hand. Aiming it at her mouth, she pumped the slick shaft up and down. Her other hand cupped my balls and just when Marie flicked her tongue against my cockhead, I exploded. 

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” I gasped as I came like a geyser. I wish I could have kept my eyes open to see the first spray of hot cum spurt onto her tongue and against her lips. Her hand kept stroking me as she jerked me off into her open mouth. I came and came. My thick cream flooded her mouth, coated her lips, and trickled down her chin. She tried to catch it all, but some dripped down onto her heaving breasts. My body shook and shivered and she slowed her handjob as the last of my cum ran down my shaft.

“Mmmmmmmm, that was good,” Marie giggled and licked her lips. She gave me another adorable smile before lowering her lips and tongue to clean my tingling cock. She stroked and licked my semi-hard cock for a minute, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

The sparkles eventually faded from my vision and I looked down to see her resting her head against my left hip, her face turned to watch her fingers tease my tender cock. She blew cool air over it and I chuckled as her curly hair tickled my thighs.

Hearing my chuckle, she looked up at me and grinned.

“Well, my snack was delicious,” she said, licking her lips suggestively, “but I hope you’re hungry, too.”

Marie giggled and stood up in front of me. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and turned around. Damn, Marie knew just how to perform for me. Bending over slightly, she pushed her shorts down slowly, revealing the top of her ass inch by inch. The orange letters spelling “Tigers” disappeared in the folds of her blue shorts and the soft tan of her skin went unbroken as she exposed her gorgeous cheeks. Wiggling a little and moving her feet a little wider, she dragged the shorts and thong down her legs until they puddled around her feet. Looking over her shoulder at me, still wearing that naughty grin, she reached back and gave her right asscheek a little slap.

“Like that, don’tcha?” she giggled. She shook her ass a little more and gave me a nice little show as she kicked away her shorts. “Well, if you like my ass, you’re gonna love this,” she said and turned on her toes to face me.

That’s when I found myself at eyelevel with her glistening, wet pussy. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find this girl. I could tell she loved standing in front of me nude, teasing me with her sexy body. Her hands moved up and down her body, cupping her breasts. Winking at me, she lifted them up a little so she could lower her tongue and lick away the cum that had landed there. Dropping them, they bounced and jiggled and I already felt my cock hardening for round two.

Marie’s hands then slid down her belly and over her hips. Standing with her feet slightly apart, she brushed her fingertips through her trimmed hair and against her wet lips. She moaned slightly as she began to rub her warm slit.

I slid forward on the couch and pulled her close to me. I closed my lips around a nipple and teased it while my hands massaged her ass. Kissing down her belly, she moaned louder when I started licking her inner thighs.

Moving with grace and urgency, Marie pushed me back against the couch so I was sitting up. She then stepped up onto the seat and put a cute bare foot on either side of my body. In this position, she stood over me, her knees against my shoulders. She ran her fingers through my hair and tilted my face back to look up at her.

“Pleeeaseeee,” she moaned and then lowered her hips towards me. I watched with eager lips as her pussy spread and hovered down to my mouth. She put one hand flat on the wall behind me for balance and used the other to hold my head still. My hands grabbed her supple ass and helped guide that sweet pussy to my waiting tongue. When it was close enough, I flicked the tip of my tongue against her wet lips. Pressing my face against her, I pushed my tongue inside her and licked her up and down slowly. She moved her body slowly, rolling her hips and grinding her pussy down against me. My tongue and lips served her pleasure as she had served mine. Her soft girly voice got deeper and she moaned and gasped as I ate her delicious slit.

“More… more… more,” she begged sweetly. So, should I give her more? Tell me what you think.



Study Break



The pleasure. I could feel that it was there but I could not reach it. My fingers were buried deep inside my pussy. I tried everything with them, but I couldn't get myself to climax. "Ok that's it. Time for the big gun" I said. I got up and walked over to my dresser. I opened my panty drawer and dug down to the bottom to find my 8-inch vibrator. I ran back and jumped on the bed. Now I would finally reach my orgasm.

I started by sucking on the smooth plastic toy to lubricate it, even though I was already so wet it didn't need it. Then I slid it down to vibrate on my nipple, while I pinched the other one. My nipples became rock hard. Then I slowly let the vibrator move towards my wet lips. 

The next stop was to circle my swollen clit a few times. God this felt so good. I let a soft moan escape my lips. I definitely needed this. My roommate and I had a huge test the next day and I was exhausted from studying. My roommate was in the next room still trying to cram as much information as she could. I didn't want to disturb her. Well I asked if she wanted to join me but she refused so I left it at that.

Now it was time for the coupe de gras. I slid the vibe down into my vagina. I was momentarily paralyzed from the sheer pleasure of it. As soon as I recovered I started to pump the vibe in and out as quickly as I could. I felt great. I could feel the orgasm build up inside me until I thought I would burst, and then I did. My body was racked with spasms. I couldn't help myself as I screamed "God yes. That felt so good."

Just then the door opened and my roommate/girlfriend walked in and said "Would you keep it down Sabrina, I'm trying to study like you should be doing." I noticed her staring at my naked form and the wet spot on my bed.

"Well if you'd just join me this wouldn't be a problem. Besides you have to take a break sometime." I said with my evil little grin.

"Maybe you’re right I should take a little break." She said with a glance at the door. I knew she still wanted to study but I was not going to miss this chance. I jumped up and grabbed her hand and yanked her to the bed. I instantly started to kiss her. I parted her lips with my semi-moist tongue. Pausing our kiss I undid her bra and then removed it and her shirt at the shame time. Now I could fondle her breasts while I kissed her.

That didn't last long either, we both need more. (One orgasm is not enough for me) I undid her pants and was surprised to see that for the first time ever she was not wearing panties, I liked it. She was dripping her sweet juices. I bent my head forward and started licking her up and down her slit while she moaned in ecstasy. I knew she was ready to try something we had never used before. "Wait I want to use my new toy on you." I said with the grin she loves so much. I ran over to closet and pulled out the box with my new strap on in it. I pulled it out and started to do up the harness when she looked over and saw it.

"Is that a strap on?" She asked with delight. She came over just as I finished buckling it up. She got down on her hands and knees so that I was facing her pink snatch. I leaned down and guided the cock into her tight pussy. She moaned so I pushed it in farther. As I started pumping I reached down and started fingering myself. That's when I got an idea. I reached over and grabbed the vibrator I had earlier. I stuck it into my pussy while I was fucking my girlfriends. 

"Oh God Sabrina that feels great. Faster" She moaned. She began to scream just as my orgasm hit. We sat on the floor together for a few minutes trying to recover from the jolts of pleasure that shot through us. I looked at her and she panted "Ok we had fun and relaxed now take that off and lets get back to work."

"God you sure know how to ruin the mood don't you." 



Study Break



I was in the library, where I was supposed to be working on a paper, but I couldn't concentrate. I'd been horny all day, with no way to relieve myself in class or the student lounge. I'd thought about masturbating in the bathroom, but that seemed too disgusting. The thought of it, though, as I sat in the carrel trying to read, aroused me further, and I snuck a hand under my skirt.

No one would know, I thought, touching the wet spot on my panties. I stood up halfway and quickly pulled the panties down just below my crotch. My skirt was one of those flirty little ruffly things that stopped just above the knee. I sat back down with my legs parted.

The panties were in my way, though, so I slipped them over my knees and to the floor. What if someone saw? I thought, and that sent a ripple of excitement straight to my pussy. I grabbed the panties from the floor and stuffed them into my backpack.


Pulling the skirt up discreetly in the center, with the tops of my legs still covered, my eager fingers found my wet slit. I lubricated my clit with juice and began to stroke it, opening my legs a little wider.

I found that touching myself in public made me feel like quite the nasty girl, and I liked it. Keeping my eyes on the open book in front of me, I leaned forward a bit and inserted just the tips of two fingers into my warm cunt. I began to move my hips back and forth slightly, teasing myself with my fingertips. My thumb found my aching clit, and I flicked it a few times, making it throb, and then circled it slowly.

A moan escaped as my arousal level climbed. The girl two carrels down leaned back in her chair with a frown on her face. 

"Paper cut," I lied, showing her my left hand, while the right stayed busy.

She pressed her lips together and returned to her book.

My legs were now wide open, my pelvis rocking rhythmically. I allowed my forefinger to enter all the way and added the middle finger as well. This was great – why hadn't I ever done it before? I was so hot I was almost ready to come, but since I need direct stimulation for that, I reached down and with the fingers of my left hand I pulled back the folds of skin covering my clit.

Rubbing faster, I leaned back in the chair to watch my hand. I was really turning myself on by being so bold, and I wanted to witness my audacity. My fingers were a blur as they moved from slit to clit, covering my sensitive little knob of a clit with thick pussy juice so that it could take the vigorous contact I loved. I looked to both sides to see if anyone was watching, but all backs were bent over their respective desktops. 

My clitoris was bright red and swollen to a size I'd never seen before. It felt so good to touch it that I couldn't hold back much longer. I was just about to finish myself off when a young man sat down in the carrel facing me. He had a direct view of what was going on.

I stopped momentarily but kept my hands where they were. He smiled and nodded, and it was then I decided to kick it up a notch. As he watched with obvious pleasure, I began to rub my clit again, this time more slowly. I slouched in the wooden chair and spread my legs as wide as possible. If I was going to be such a bad girl, I might as well act the part. Smiling seductively, I paused to slide a finger into my snatch, watching his eyes flicker in appreciation. I pulled it out and brought it to my lips. Making them as pouty and sexy as I could, I sucked the juice from my finger.

"Nice," he mouthed silently, on hand dropping under the desk to cover the growing bulge under his jeans.

I was again on the verge of coming, but I didn't want this to end yet. I moved my left hand to my breast, cupping it through my shirt and pinching the nipple. My right hand continued to stroke my pussy, but with my throbbing clit covered, the effect wasn't quite as intense. Still, I really couldn't wait much longer.

His hand was moving slightly over the denim-covered mound between his legs.

The library was quiet, the only sounds the turning of pages and the occasional cough. No one knew of our game. "Do it," I mouthed, writhing under the desktop. 

I fondled my right tit and my pussy lips as he unzipped his jeans and reached inside. His face reflected his excitement as he touched his cock. My ass slid in the wet pool under me on the chair seat; my cunt felt like it was on fire. I finger-fucked myself some more, letting him see how much I enjoyed it.

Then I got serious, I exposed my clit again and rubbed it in fast circles, my hips jerking uncontrollably. My orgasms are usually violent, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but it was too late to stop.

Just then out popped his cock, thick and red. He grabbed it and started to pump. I rubbed my dripping pussy frantically, panting loudly as I neared climax. When it hit me, I threw my head back in ecstasy, almost convulsing with the waves of pleasure. He pulled down hard with his fist, stretching the skin taut on the head of his cock. His eyes opened wide as he blasted the underside of the desktop with a huge wad. 

We grinned at each other. Suddenly I noticed his eyes travel up, over my head, and I turned around. A girl stood behind me. Softly she began to clap. She had seen us; in fact, he had known she was there all along. My face, already flushed, burned with shame. 

I watched as he zipped his fly, stood up and left the library with the girl by his side.