2 comments/ 114840 views/ 15 favorites College Days By: Jonny Cakes Hi, my name is Jonny. I am a twenty eight year old lawyer from Toronto. I work for a large law firm and specialize in divorce cases. I must say that this is a really good way to meet some extremely interesting people. Despite my young age, I have come to be very well respected by my colleagues. I have started to get a large number of cases directed to me due to my high success rate. Because of this, I started to really get stressed out. Being only 28, I really did not want to suffer a nervous breakdown this early in my life. I figured it was time for a break and figured I better use up some of those holidays that I had banked. I talked to one of the partners at the firm and he reluctantly granted me permission for a couple weeks vacation time. Friday finally rolled around and by 5:00 I was itching to get out of the office and start my vacation. I did not have any real plans, just was going to take it easy and hang out. It has been a long time since I have done that. Now that I think about it, the last time I really hung out was when I was in college. Ah yes, college. Those were the days. I cherished those days sitting in the quad and watching all the chicks. Man, there was something about college babes that is so sexy. The way the dress maybe is partly what it is, but I really think that it is just their attitude. They are at that point in their lives when they want to try new things, and I guess you could say, a little wild. With that in mind, I can't help but think about how much I miss my college days. Maybe for old times sake I should go and have a seat in the quad and watch the babes strut their stuff. I could hardly wait for Monday to come now that I got this whole college chick thing in my head again. Well, Monday finally rolled around and I got myself out of bed at about 10:00. It sure felt good to sleep in for once. I wonder how things were going down at the office. Shit, I gotta stop thinking of the firm for the next two weeks. This is my holidays and I'm gonna be damned if I spend it thinking about my case load. I got myself showered up and had a quick bite to eat before I made my way over to the University of Toronto. I live relatively close to campus so I thought I would take a walk. It was September and the weather was still very warm. Speaking of warm, that should really bring out some great outfits from the students. I noticed that I was getting close to campus when I started seeing students walking with backpacks and having that care-free look on their faces. "Oh, there's a couple right there, at eight o'clock," I thought to myself. Man, I swear that the average chicks tits have gotten bigger in the last few years. I don't know if they are all getting them augmented, but they are definitely more noticeable. These two were both tight shorts that really showed off their tight little asses. One was wearing a tight, white tank-top that covered about half of her belly. Her tits were so crammed in there I thought they were going to explode. Her short brown hair waved in the wind as she laughed at something her friend said. Her friend was easily as hot as she was. Here tits were not quite as big, but they were still a good size. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt, and I'm pretty sure that she had no bra on. I swear these kids don't care about shit anymore. Fuck I wish I was going to school still. As I passed the two girls I made sure they noticed me looking at them, just like old times. I took a deep breath and savoured the sweet aroma of the perfume they were wearing. Exquisite. I stopped and turned around to get a view from behind. Their asses swayed back and forth as they got farther away from me. "Hmmm, I wonder if they like getting their asses fucked," I thought? I continued onward to campus and was thinking that it could only get better. I finally made it to the quad where it was packed with students. It was almost lunch time and lots of them came out here to eat. I found a nice place on the grass to sit down and watch. They were all over. Girls were sitting there talking, some were playing Frisbee, or kicking around a foot-bag. I was in heaven. What I wouldn't do to take a couple of these chicks home and have a good time. Wait a minute. That sounds like an excellent idea. I'm still young and fuck, I'm pretty good looking. Shit, I flash a couple of chicks my wallet and let them see the wad of cash I got and I'm home free. I knew being a high-price lawyer would really pay off someday. Hmmm, let's see. Who will be my victim. As I scanned around all I could think of was getting a good fuck. "Hey man, could you throw that back to us please". I turned around to see if that girl was talking to me. I looked up and there was two chicks standing there staring at me. I looked down at the ground in front of me and saw a hackey-sac sitting in front of me. "Oh yeah, sure," I responded as I reached for the bag and through it back to them. "Thanks," said one of the girls as she gave me a smile. I winked back at her and just watched them for the next few seconds. "Hey, do wanna bust in maybe?" the second girl asked. "Sure, what the hell. It's been a while, but I think I can still do it." I got up and walked over to where they were playing. Christ, maybe I don't even have to do any work here. I think two girls have just found me. "So, what are you taking here?" the first girl asked me. I was not really paying attention to what they were saying because I was too busy looking at these two hotties standing in front of me. I'll just give you a quick description of what I am seeing. The first one, who's name I found out was to be "Kelly" was a brunette with straight hair down to her shoulder. She was wearing one of those baby tees that really accented her tits. Just by looking at them I would say there were probably a C-cup. Quite impressive. She was about 5'4" and had on a pair of blue jeans that really showed off her sweet ass. "Fuck, I think I am getting hard," I thought to myself. Here friend Sara, was about 5'2" tall, but had a killer body. She had short blonde hair, kinda like Anne Hesche. She was wearing a white tank-top that barely contained her boobs. I swear, these things were a D-cup. They were definitely bigger than Kelly's. I could barely take my eyes off of them. She was wearing a pair of cargo pants that accentuated her perfect ass. "Hello? Can you hear me?" I was quickly brought back to my senses and responded to Kelly. "Oh, actually, I'm not a student anymore. I graduated a few years ago from the law school here" "Ahh, you're a lawyer, eh? Cool. So what are you doing here," inquired Sara? "Yeah, besides checking out all the co-ed tits," laughed Kelly. Both girls started to laugh as they looked at me with some very wicked grins. Well, I guess there was no point in denying it. I was here for one reason and I may as well find out their intentions now, rather than wasting my time and finding out they wanted nothing to do with me. "Ok, you guys caught me. There's no point in lying. I just really miss all the hot babes at this school. I just had to experience it again. Can you blame me?" "He sure seems to like your tits, Sara. He can't take his eyes off of them." "Lots of guys like my tits Jonny. Do you like my big titties?" "They are gorgeous Sara. Fuck, they are so big. I bet you really know how to use those things on a guy." "Oh, does she ever," remarked Kelly. "But doesn't Jonny like Kelly's titties?" I was finally able to tear my eyes off of Sara's chest and looked at Kelly's. "Ooh baby, you're tits are fucking awesome too, honey. Tell me, do you know how to use those things as well as your friend?" "Oh, maybe you'll have to wait and find out," smirked Kelly. Kelly turned around and bent over to pick up the forgotten hackey-sac off of the grass. My eyes were glued to the show in front of me. She bent over without bending her knees, making sure to give me a clear view of her tight ass. "Hey Kelly, Jonny seems to really like your ass too. He can't take his eyes off it. I bet he wants to slide his cock in there." Sara turned to me and asked, "Well Jonny? Do you want to fuck Kelly's ass?" Christ, this was getting intense. My hard-on was raging in my pants and need to get out. I had to get us out of here and get to business. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you. You two little sluts would like me to fuck your asses, and you know what, I'm gonna. I'm gonna take turns fucking those little asses of yours. What do you say we head over to my condo?" And with that we were off. I figured we did not want to waste our time walking to my place so I got us a cab in front of the student centre. We were back at my place in less than ten minutes. I unlocked the door to my condo and led Sara and Kelly in. "Nice place Jonny. You must be a pretty successful lawyer," said Sara. "I guess you could say that. I work hard so I can have the best." "Oh don't worry, you are about to get the best," remarked Kelly. "Why don't you girls have a seat," I offered. Both girls walked over to the couch and sat down next to each other. Fuck they looked hot. I manage to get laid quite a bit, but it is usually from the same old professional ladies. Don't get me wrong, it's great, but college chicks are just on another level. I made my way over to where they were sitting and stood in front of them. I unbuckled my belt and started to remove my pants. I swear their mouths were watering as they both anticipated what was to come. As I removed my pants Sara turned to Kelly and planted a big kiss on her. Kelly quickly obliged and it was not long before their tongues were exploring each others mouths. I stood there and watched as these two vixens made out on my couch. While they made out I quickly removed my underwear and shirt, revealing my semi-hard cock which was dripping with pre-cum. I just stood there, waiting for them to notice. Finally, when they came up for breath, Kelly noticed my 7" prick inches away from her face. "Ooh, look at what we have here," she moaned as she reached up to grab it. She took it into her hand and held it, watching it grow to full hardness. Her hand started to slowly pump the shaft, coaxing more pre-cum from the head. She then pointed it towards Sara's face. Sara moved her head to it and took the head into her mouth, sucking with intense pressure. I thought that she was going to suck the head right off. It felt unbelievable. "Oh fuck yeah, suck it Sara," I moaned as she continued her assault on my prick. She then removed her mouth from my cock and looked at me with the sexiest grin on here face. "Your cock tastes so good Jonny. I just love you the taste of your salty pre-cum." And with that she took me into her mouth again, this time taking me all the way to the base. I arched my back and groaned as she held it there. Fuck it felt good. She was now moving up and down my cock, letting it come almost all the way out of her mouth, and then suddenly plunging back down to the hilt. This chick definitely had experience in sucking cock. Kelly now was playing with my balls as her blonde friend fucked me with her mouth. Sara let the cock fall out of her mouth and Kelly was immediately there to take over. Now Kelly was using her mouth to get me off. Kelly was really moving fast up and down on my prick. I thought she was going to make me cum right there, but I managed to hold myself back. "Oh yeah Kelly, suck Jonny's big cock. Doesn't it taste so good It feels so hot in your mouth, doesn't it?" I moved my hands to Kelly's head and held it on both side. I started to guide here head back and forth along my cock. I started to slowly move my hips forward and back, feeding Kelly my prick. "That's it Jonny, fuck her mouth," coaxed Sara as I started to pick up the pace. I was now holding Kelly's head still while I moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I started to fuck faster now, my cock pistoning in and out of her mouth. This girl could really take a good face fucking I though as I drove my cock in and out of her tight throat. Every once and a while, my cock would slip out of her mouth and slide across her cheek leaving a trail of her saliva and my pre-cum. "Come over here and fuck my face now Jonny. Come feed me your big cock. Make me feel like the little slut I am," moaned Sara. Who was I to argue. I pulled my prick out of Kelly mouth and pointed it towards Sara. It was glistening in the light from Kelly's spit and my sticky lubricant. "Just wait a second," said Sara as she got on her back and hung her head over the front of the couch, positioning her legs over the back of the back rest. I moved over to her head and straddled her face. I pushed my cock against her mouth and she opened it slightly, making me push a little harder to get it in. I slowly eased it into her mouth, ensuring that she was ready. I just let my prick sit there for a moment and then slowly started to push it in deeper. Sara now moved her hands around to grab my ass and pulled me in. I guess she really wants me to go. With that signal I forced my cock in as far as it would go, letting my sweaty ball rest on her nose. I pulled out a bit and then drove my cock in again and Sara let out a moan. Now I was fucking her mouth at a steady pace, in and out. It felt incredible using this sluts mouth as a cunt. Meanwhile, I looked over to Kelly and she was in the process of removing Sara's pants. She finally got her pants and panties off and was now fingering her soaking cunt. I watched Kelly work Sara's pussy over as I continued to slide my cock in and out of her mouth. Kelly now had moved her mouth down to Sara's cunt and was running her tongue over her little clit. Sara was trying to moan but was finding it difficult to get it out since my prick was deep in her throat. "Eat her cunt Kelly. Make her cum. How does she taste. I bet she tastes like honey," I moaned. Kelly looked up at me and removed the two fingers she had in Sara's mouth and moved them towards me. I leaned forward a bit and took them into my mouth, savouring the sweet nectar she was offering me. I was right, she did taste like honey. I continued to suck on Kelly's fingers for a while and fuck Sara's face. I then placed both hands on Sara's chest and felt her big tits, making her shudder. They must be really sensitive I thought as I also noticed how soft they were. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and started to slide it across her face. "Oh yeah Jonny, rub your cock all over my face. I love how you make me feel so nasty," said Sara as she reached to her pussy and started to tug on her clit. I was now mauling Sara's tits as she and Kelly continued to finger her shaved cunt. I had enough, I had to see these things. I pulled her shirt off her and got an eyeful of cleavage from her bra. I reached under her and undid the clasp and pulled it off. I looked a the label and sure enough, a D-cup. I threw the bra aside and looked at her gorgeous tits. Fuck they were something else. I leaned over and took one into my mouth, tasting the salty sweat that had accumulated there. Sara was moaning uncontrollable as I moved my tongue over both here nipples. Her tits were really sensitive as I had thought. I was being extra sloppy as I sucked her boobs, leaving a nice amount of saliva to coat her tits because I had something in mind. Still straddling her face, I positioned my cock over her chest and started to rub it over her tits. Sara screamed with an orgasm as soon as I made contact. Kelly continued to eat the blondes fuck hole while I rubbed my slippery dick over her tits. Sara moved her hands up to her tits and squeezed them together. That was my cue. I forced my cock into the tight tunnel of tit flesh that she was creating for me. It slid in easily from all the spit and sweat that was present. I was now pumping my cock between Sara's tits as she held them together, trapping me in there. My cock was totally enveloped in her tit-flesh as I tit-fucked her. "Oh Jonny, fuck my titties. Fuck I love a hard cock between my tits. Do you like how it feels between my meaty tits, Jonny," asked Sara in a little girl voice? "I love it between your big tits Sara. God they feel so hot and soft around my cock I pulled my prick out from its confines and forced it into Sara's mouth, as far as it would go. I fucked her face for about a minute and then moved my cock back to her tits. I placed it between them again and Sara wrapped them around my throbbing member. I was really fucking them now, thinking of nothing but my cock and this college slut's titties. Kelly now had moved up to Sara's tits and was licking them as I tit-fucked her. Kelly looked up at me as she tongued the tits I was fucking and started to whisper nasty little things to me. "That's it Jonny, slide your prick between Sara's titties. Make them all wet and slippery. Fuck her big, sweaty tits. They feel so soft around your cock, don't they? Make her cum by fucking her tits." I couldn't believe it. This chick was able to get off from getting tit-fucked. My cock slipped out of the tit-tunnel and Kelly grabbed it and took it into her mouth. She sucked on it for a while, making sure it stayed nice and wet. She then placed it back between Sara's tits and squeezed them around my prick for her. "Now make her cum," growled Kelly. Sara reached around and started fingering her own cunt again as I slid my hard-on between her boobs. Her screams started getting louder and she finally yelled, "I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" Her orgasm finally subsided and I stood up and started to slowly jerk my cock off. Sara also got up and moved over towards me and took my cock in her hand. She leaned in towards my ear and whispered, "I love a good tit-fuck." She let go of my cock and told me to sit on the couch. I did so and noticed that Kelly had finally got all of her clothes of too. She looked even more hot naked. She walked over to me and spun around so her back was facing me. She took a hold of my cock and lowered herself down onto me. She rubbed the head on her lips making me almost lose control. She then lowered herself down further until I was totally enveloped in her tight cunt. She then started to move up and down on my cock, fucking me like the college slut she was. I leaned back on the couch and enjoyed the ride. Sara moved over to us and got between Kelly's legs. She started to lick her pussy as she fucked my prick, every once and a while moving her tongue against me. Kelly was now moaning with delight. Every once and a while she would let me slip from her cunt and Sara would take me into her mouth, tasting her friends nasty juices on my hard-on. She then put my cock back into Kelly's pussy and she would continue to ride me. I sat straight up and reached around to hold Kelly's tits. Man, these were awesome too. I pinched her nipples and manhandled her meaty funbags. Kelly was now fucking me hard, pounding her pussy down onto my cock. I could not believe how tight her cunt was, taking into account all the guys she has probably fucked. I could feel the cum start to boil in my balls and knew what was coming up. Sara some how seemed to sense it too and she crawled up to me and whispered into my ear, "Cum in my mouth Jonny". She made her way back down to the action and waited for her prize. I was really close now and started to buck my hips up into Kelly's snatch. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I screamed, as Sara pulled my cock out of Kelly's cunt and took me into her throat immediately. I let a large blast of cum out of my cock which went straight down Sara's throat. She then pulled me out of her mouth and started to jerk me off onto her gorgeous face. My cum sprayed all over her face and tits, making her look like a professional whore. She managed to squeeze all of my seed from my cock. Kelly was now on her knees and took me into her mouth, tasting my soiled cock. She sucked whatever remaining jizz was on my prick. She then looked over at Sara and they embraced in a very sensual kiss, sharing my spunk. They continued to swap my load between them. I made my way over to them and noticed that there was still a good amount of cum on Sara's tits. I moved my head to her chest and started to lick her tits, tasting a nice mixture of her sweat and my semen. College Days The rain continued to beat against the roof and the windows on the west side of the cabin. Paul sighed and rolled over. He didn't know what time it was, but it was still dark outside, so he figured it must still be early. He was muzzy from sleep, but awake enough to wonder what had disturbed him enough to waken him. Usually he slept right up until the alarm went off. Realizing his bladder was full, he assumed it had been that which had made him wake up. He slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom down the hall, the cooler air in the house chilling his nude body. There were other people in the house, his roommates, but he felt sure the partying they had done the night before would keep them unconscious until midmorning. Paul had stayed in because he had an early U.S. History class the next day. Andy and Jerry were phys-ed majors and had wisely scheduled all their classes for afternoons and evenings. That left them free to party hardy all week if they wanted. The dim glow of the nightlight in the hallway guided his way to the bathroom. He saw the twin glow from the nightlight in there as he neared the partially closed door. Pushing his way through the door, he stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly wide awake. There was a naked woman seated on the toilet, her eyes closed, voiding her own bladder. As she turned to reach for the roll of paper hanging on the vanity, she saw Paul standing there and let out a little "Yipe!" sound. It wasn't too loud, but it sounded immense in the silence of the sleeping house. Shock had rendered Paul mute and frozen. It was only a couple of seconds, but it was long enough for him to realize that, A.) This was a woman who, while attractive enough, was considerably older than he -- and his roommates; B.) That she had large nipples that poked out at least an inch from the surrounding aureolae; and C.) That after her initial surprise, she didn't seem uncomfortable at finding a strange, naked man watching her pee. He came out of his shock suddenly. Realizing that his cock was erecting, he felt his cheeks redden. Mumbling a stammered apology, he backed out into the hallway quickly and retreated to his room, pushing the door almost closed. Standing in the dark of his room, he heard the toilet flush. It made him realize that he still had to pee, himself. The need was even worse than it had seemed initially, in fact. He decided to wait a few seconds until the woman must have gone back to wherever the hell she'd come from. The fact that she'd been naked logically suggested that she wasn't a burglar. She must have hooked up with one of the guys during their night of barhopping and had stayed over. Still, she was older than most of the girls they brought home. The woman he'd just seem had to be at least forty, he thought He poked his head past the frame of the door. The hallway was empty and silent. Wondering if it was Jerry or Andy who had brought the woman home, he tiptoed to the bathroom. He lifted the lid and seat of the toilet and listened to the stream of urine break the silence. Shaking off the excess, he flushed and checked the hall again. Paul hurried to his room and closed the door. He had started to crawl back into bed before realizing that he was not alone. There was just a bit of light from the window, but enough to see that it was the woman from the bathroom. "Wha...! Who are you?" Paul demanded. He realized his voice was only a loud whisper. Illogically, he didn't want to make noise and waken anybody else. "What are you doing here?" "My name is Phyllis. Yours is Paul. I've heard a lot about you from Jerry and Andy." Incongruously, she reached a hand out for him to shake, which he did without thinking. She tugged him toward her and he found himself next to her under the covers. When she grasped his cock, he once again realized it had popped erect without his noticing. Before he could think of anything else to say, she had skipped down and taken him into her mouth. He felt the heat from her body radiating out and the wetness of her mouth as she sucked him expertly. "Mmm..." she moaned, sending a thrilling vibration through him. His mind was spinning and conscious thoughts receded behind a veil of sexual sensations. Her hair tickled his hips as her head bobbed up and back down, all the way to the base of his cock. No other woman had ever deep-throated him this way, and the feeling was incredibly erotic. Her hand fondled, then scratched his tightening scrotum, his orgasm approaching. The approach ended when she slipped a finger down to prod at his anus in rhythm to the blowjob. He exploded into her mouth and she didn't let even a drop escape. As the orgasm ebbed, Phyllis kept a firm hold on his cock with a hand. She rose up and kissed him, spearing her cum covered tongue deep into his mouth. The sensuality of this had the effect of returning his softening cock to full erection. She chuckled when that happened and rose up to straddle him. She rubbed the head of his cock into her folds before sinking down fully onto it. She rode him like a wild horse, squeezing him with her vaginal muscles until she reached her own orgasm. As if she somehow knew what buttons to push, she triggered another orgasm from him when she pinched both his nipples -- hard! -- and twisted them. Paul felt a roaring in his head as the remaining cum squirted deep into Phyllis's juicy sheath. She leaned forward then, and relaxed on top of him. A few minutes later, she rose up and slowly raised her crotch from him. His limp penis flopped onto his belly with a slap. The growing daylight outside was enough to show him her satisfied smile as she leaned in to kiss him again. "Thanks, Paul. I'll see you later." With that, she turned and Paul watched her pleasantly broad ass as she walked to, and then out, the door. Suddenly he was exhausted. His eyes closed and he drifted off into a sleep that lasted until the beep of the alarm woke him at 6:00. He rushed through a shower and pondered the woman in the night. He would find out later who she was. Doubtless she would be gone when he returned from his classes. As he crossed the living room, he noticed a strange jacket hanging on the hook by the door. He went out into the gray day. Sometime during the early hours, the rain had stopped, but the skies were still overcast. The rain came and went through the morning. Paul managed to stay awake through History. He grabbed a cup of coffee at the Student Union before going on to his Philosophy class, which was immediately followed by Psych 103. By noon, he was finished for the day. He ran through the rain to the parking lot and his dented beater of a car. It started after a couple of tries and he smoked his way out of the lot and down the street toward home. He saw that the jacket was still there when he hung his own up to dry. He heard a heavy beat, but not much else coming from the second floor. Jerry liked heavy metal, so it was probably his stereo. Paul went into the kitchen and found Andy sitting at the table, his anatomy text open in front of him. "Hey, Man," Andy said. "How was class?" "Okay," Paul answered, wondering how to ask his friend about the strange woman. He was opening his mouth, having just decided to ask about the jacket when she walked in. She was dressed in worn jeans and a sweat shirt bearing the logo of their university. She smiled at him. The question died in Paul's throat. She held out her hand, saying, "Hi. You must be Paul. I'm Phyllis, Andy's mom." Paul took her hand, suddenly cold with dread and shock. "Oh." Andy said, not breaking his gaze from the open book. "Yeah. I forgot to tell you she was coming up for the week, Man. She ran into us at the tavern last night. At least she knew where to look." Phyllis winked at Paul and gave his hand a squeeze before releasing it. "Uh...Pleased to meet you, Mrs...." "No. Just call me Phyllis. I want to feel more like a friend to you guys than a parent. I expect I might even want to party with you guys a little." Paul felt like his head would explode. He'd fucked his friend's mother! No, he corrected himself, she had fucked him! He smiled back at Phyllis then. It was going to be an interesting week. College Days My first two years in college were less than ideal. By my third year, I had transferred to a new school and ended up living in a solo room in an all Freshman dorm. Being a Junior was definitely an advantage. All of the Freshman girls were eager to make friends, and I had learned enough in my first two years to have a leg up on everyone. On the first weekend, I met Joanna at a frat party and soon found that she lived in the same dorm as me. I took her back to my room and we fucked for hours. She ended up being a total slut, but it was a great night, ending with me drenching her tits, stomach and face with a gigantic blast of my jizz. Joanna was extremely impressed with my cock size; I was a bit above ten inches with well above average girth. What she seemed to love most was the massive amount of cum that I saturating her with. I have always produced very big cumshots, and if I went more than a day without cumming, I would produce more than anyone could handle. What I didn't realize at the time was that Joanna was a pretty big gossip. The word spread about me between the Freshman girls. Joanna and I fooled around a couple more times, but eventually she found a couple other guys and I was content to drift away. I ended up befriending a group of girls and we all became pretty close. I flirted with one of them all the time and was hoping to pursue her, but there always seemed to be something in the way. Maria was the girl. She was a beautiful, sexy Latina, had great curves, 38D breasts, big beautiful eyes and a smile that lit up the room. Maria oozed sex appeal. Everything about her turned me on. She had the typical Latin sass and a subtle accent that made me want to terrible things to her. Maria roomed with Christina. As soon as the two of them had met it seemed as if they had known each other forever. Christina was a little on the heavier side but still very pretty. She had a very cute face and was very sexual. Christina's best feature were her giant tits. Even at 18, she was very open about her breast size being 40E and wasn't shy with using them to tease me even though our relationship was platonic. The last in the group was Jane. She was very slender and couldn't have weighed much more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Jane had a beautiful face and didn't have much going on in terms of curves, but she still knew how to drive a guy wild. Jane had two perfect little tits and often went braless so that you could see her perky little nipples through her shirts. Jane was the biggest flirt of all, always batting her eyelashes and just loved to play games. Jane also roomed with Joanna, though they weren't close, she was the one that told Maria and Christina about me. One night, I met up with a few guys for a poker night and ended up wandering back to my dorm around 3 am. The girls had gone out clubbing. Even though that typically included Maria or one of the other girls rubbing up against me all night, I wasn't much into the club scene. When I got back to my room I noticed someone leaning against my door. As I got closer I noticed it was Jane, fast asleep, slouched down in the sitting position. Even though she was passed out, she looked good. She was wearing a very short, black dress which showed off her slender figure nicely. She clearly had some sort of push up bra going on, I knew she was getting some help up there, but I wasn't complaining. "Hey, Jane." I tried to wake her with a gentle nudge. "Wake up, beautiful." Jane peacefully came to. Slowly opening her eyes and turning her head to me while realizing the situation and smiling at herself. "Hi." "Good morning," I said sarcastically. As I helped Jane to her feet, she explained to me that Joanna had a guy in her room and she didn't feel like dealing with trying to sleep with that going on. I couldn't imagine sleeping in that room either; I knew from experience that Joanna was pretty loud. I lead Jane into my room, figuring we could sleep together without anything happening. I was really hoping to jerk off tonight, it had been like 2-3 days and I was definitely backed up, but I didn't see much of a choice at this point. Jane jumped in the bed and snuggled up facing the wall, I offered her a t-shirt and boxers, but she ignored me. Since she was turned, I figured I should quickly get changed. I took of my shirt and dropped my pants. Typically, I slept in just boxers, but I wasn't sure what to do tonight. Before I could make a decision, I felt Jane behind me. She put her hands on me and I turned around into her, she brought herself closer and went in for a kiss. I kissed her right back. Her lips were soft and her motive was clear, when we parted she looked up at me with a smirk on her face. She knew what she wanted and she was ready to take it. She kissed my chest and rubbed my body with her hands. I began to untie her dress and kissed her wherever I could. The dress dropped to the floor as I gave Jane a nice, deep kiss. She was as sexy as could be, with a lacy black bra and matching thong. I moved down to kiss her neck and she pushed me away. "Hold on," she ordered. I wasn't sure what this meant as I waited to see what she was going to do next with a noticeable bulge in my shorts. Jane looked really good backing away, wearing just her sexy, black lingerie. She was on her phone, sending a text or something. After a minute or so she giggled out loud and turned her attention back to me. "Sorry about that." She was finally finished. "I see that famous cock of yours is still a little hard... I want to see it fully erect... I want to see that notoriously big load I've heard so much about... So, where were we?" As she said this, she unhooked her bra and stood in front of me topless. My cock was just about as hard as it gets. Jane looked so good that I had no control over it. She pulled me to the bed, laid me down and climbed on top of me. Giving me a big kiss and working her way to my neck, past my chest and stomach, sensually touching just about every part of me with her tongue. As she got down to my crotch, she rubbed my cock through my shorts and kissed the thin fabric right where my balls are. She had begun stroking me through my shorts when there was a knock on the door. I didn't even have time to register who it could be, but Jane didn't miss a beat. She smiled her wicked smile and let out a giggle as she got up to let the mystery knocker in. I was a little surprised to see Maria and Christina walk through the door with big grins on their faces. "Looking good, stud," one of them said as all three girls jumped into bed with me. Both Maria and Christina seemed to be wearing what they slept in. This consisted of short shorts and thin t-shirts with no bras in sight. "We heard the stories about you, and we want to see that big cock of yours in action. How would you like the three of us to take care of you tonight?" I was blown away. I had jerked off to each of these girls multiple times. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been dying to fuck all three of them. I must have nodded as they all smiled and looked me up and down. Their hands were all over me as my cock continued to stir under my shorts. I was lying in the middle of the bed, Maria was on my right, Jane was at my feet and had begun rubbing my cock again, and Christina was on my left with her hands exploring every part of me. Maria knelt in to kiss me passionately on the lips. I felt her chest against me and could feel my cock twitching. Jane and Christina slowly reached into my shorts and put their fists around my hard prick. Maria and I finished our kiss and she brought herself back up to take of her shirt. Her tits were a work of art. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in them and to feast on her perfect nipples. Christina was still holding my cock as Jane brought it out through the hole in my boxers and was slowly bringing it in and out of her mouth. I moaned in pleasure, Maria came back down with her tits out and kissed me again. She started with my lips and then to my neck and my ear. Her hands were rubbing my chest as she kissed my earlobe and began softly speaking to me in Spanish. I have no idea what she was saying, but it felt like she was worshiping me. Her accent was so sexy that I could barely contain myself. Christina had pulled my shorts down and her and Jane were now taking turns putting my dick in their mouths. I looked down to see that Christina had removed her shirt and her gigantic tits were now out in the open. I needed a closer look. "Wait... wait," I begged mercifully. There was no stopping the girls. They were in awe of my cock and wanted nothing more than to see me spray them with a massive load. Eventually, they decided to help me out and listen. "What do you want, baby? Tell us anything and we'll do it for you." Maria's voice was so sexy. All three of the girl were looking up at me, waiting for orders. Maria was still on my right, while Christina and Jane were both sitting at my crotch, Jane's hand around my shaft while Christina gripped my balls. Christina's tits were enormous. I needed them in my face, to be smothered by them. I ordered Christina up to me and she happily obliged. I told Maria to go down and take her spot next to Jane so that they could work my cock together. As soon as Maria got down there, her and Jane began making out while Jane slowly jerked me off. Christina began to straddle my chest and put her big jugs in my face. I was in heaven. After a few minutes the girls decided to mix it up. Christina got off me and went down to join the other two. "If you love my giant tits in your face, then you are going to love this," she said as she positioned herself in the middle. Seeing her tits next to Maria's was a dream come true. Maria took hold of my cock and placed it right in between Christina's giant mounds. Christina began working them up and down as they engulfed the entire length of my rock hard dick. I was so close to exploding I could barely hold back. Maria and Jane crawled up to my sides and simultaneously kissed my neck and rubbed my body with their hands while Christina continued to bounce her big tits around me. "Cum for us, baby... We want to see a nice, warm load explode out of that huge dick of yours," Maria cooed with her accent. "That is by far, the biggest cock I have ever seen.... Please, please , please cum for us..." Jane begged. "I'm going to cum, ladies... I'm so close," I warned. "That feels amazing." Neither of them wanted to miss the grand finale. Maria and Jane scooted down next to Christina as she continued going up and down and up and down.... She released my cock and Maria and Jane both grabbed it and continued jerking. All three girls were spitting on my cock to lube me up as I got closer and closer. Jane put her mouth right around the head and the girls all moaned to me, begging for me to release and spray them with my juices. "Oh yeah... there it is girls. Here I cum...YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" I let out a loud grunt of release. My cock was pointed straight up as the first shot blasted out. A huge stream of cum fired straight up, one of the biggest blasts any of us had ever seen, shooting up so fast and so hard that the girls let out a shriek of surprise as it almost reached the ceiling. "OH WOW, BABY!" "WHAT A HUGE LOAD!!!" "KEEP IT COMING!!" I heard all three of them cheer me on as they continued to pump my jizz out of my bright red cock. Maria was looking up at the first shot as it elevated into the air and quickly descended right back down. It came back so quickly that it hit her right in the face and left a huge string on her face. She loved it. The second shot may have been even more impressive than the first. Firing just as high and seeming like an even longer string of cum. Maria saw it coming right back down for her and she opened her mouth in anticipation, getting a good serving of my jizz right onto her tongue, as well as some splattering on her chin. Christina was holding up her tits so that they looked even bigger for me. Jane and Maria knew what to do, aiming my cock directly at the enormous titties that were sitting right in front of me. The third blast was a dead shot right on the top of Christina's left tit. Another strong blast that coated her in my thick cum. The fourth did the same to her right jug, soaking her huge breasts with just 2 shots, everyone was impressed. For the fifth string, Christina opened her mouth and aimed my cock up at her so she could take the shot right down her throat. She kept coming towards me and wrapped her lips around my member to take the sixth shot straight into her mouth. My jizz was still coming out with such power that Christina couldn't take it and had to pull me out as she began to choke on my semen. As soon as she let it go, Jane grabbed my shaft again and put her lips around the head, absorbing the seventh, eighth and ninth blasts. She did the best she could, but 3 strings was too much for her, and she began choking just like Christina did. Maria jumped in and began milking the rest out of me, I seemed to be done blasting as she jerked me off, but there were still thick globs oozing out of my cock and pouring down my shaft. "Oh yeah, baby, that's right, let all that cum out," she encouraged before throwing her mouth around my dick and slurping up all that she could until I finally finished. When Maria released me, I caught my breathe and looked down at these three beautiful girls that were now drenched in my monstrous cum load. Jane had cum drooling out of her mouth from the blasts she tried to swallow. Christina had been drooling a bit too, but collected herself and was now preoccupied with wiping my cum off of her giant tits that I completely glazed with my juice. Maria's face was still covered with the first two blasts, she had licked up all she could, but it was still too much for her. All of the girls looked so enamored with the amount of cum that they had gotten out of me. Each of them proud of themselves, my big cock and the giant load that now covered them. Jane helped Maria by licking some of my cum off of her face. Then, Jane and Maria turned to Christina and began scooping piles of cum off of her gigantic rack and feeding it to each other. I still just laid there in awe, my cock still standing rock hard, straight up in the air as I felt complete relaxation. As they were finishing up, I began to plan out what I wanted to do to each of them next. The girls were all preoccupied with each other. As soon as I gained feeling back in my legs, I stood up and walked around the bed to stand over them. Maria and Christina were making out, their titties pushing up against each other was so unbelievably sexy. Jane was close by, ready to get involved again when she noticed me standing over her, my cock still hard and right below her chin; she didn't hesitate to put it right back in her mouth and begin to jerk me off. "That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Get me nice and wet." Jane looked straight up at me as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. Christina and Maria continued to kiss and fondle each other while Jane began to deep throat me as well as she could. Once my cock felt wet enough I pulled Jane up to me, gave her a big kiss and forced her against the wall. I kissed her hard and lifted up her leg to slide myself inside of her. "Oh yeah, baby... Fill my cunt with that huge cock of yours!" Jane was more than ready. I slid into her slowly, listening to her moans grow louder and louder. I got pretty deep before I started quickly thrusting myself in and out, hard. "Oh yes. Yes. Yes! YES! YES!!! YES!!!!!" Jane screamed as I worked her pussy like a jack hammer. It was a tough angle to take full advantage of her wet pussy. Luckily, Jane was small enough that I was able to bring my arms beneath her legs and lift her up onto me. Jane wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her into the center of the room while continuing to work myself in and out of her tight pussy. "OH YEAH, BABY!!!" She screamed. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!!!" There was no stopping me as I continued to push myself deeper and deeper inside of her. "I'M CUMMING!!! I'M CUUUUMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!" Jane was screaming louder and louder as I continued to fuck her senseless. I felt her tight cunt spasm around my dick as I continued to plunge into her depths. As she screamed louder and louder, I buried myself as deep as I could go inside of her, bringing her to even higher levels of pleasure. Jane was still coming down from her state of ecstasy as I collapsed us onto the bed. This got Maria and Christina out of their trance as we hit the bed with a thud. When we landed, Jane was on top and continued to slowly ride her orgasm out. Maria began to kiss her as she rode it out and Christina came up to my lips to kiss me. I accepted the kiss on the lips, but quickly worked my way down her neck and back to her tits. I began to furiously suck on her right nipple while I groped her left breast. Her tits truly were incredible, I couldn't even grip the entire breast it was so unbelievably large. Maria was eventually able to pull Jane off of me and climbed on top while I continued to bury my face into Christina's rack. I was impressed as Maria was able to slowly work just about all of my big cock into her wet pussy. Once I was in, she began to work her hips like only a Latina can. Making sure my cock hit every inch of her pussy to give her the most pleasure possible. She was extremely loud, riding herself to orgasm very quickly, rocking back and forth on my cock while I was happily being suffocated by Christina's tits. Maria was screaming in Spanish as she quickly reached orgasm. Jane was still laying next to me, trying to catch her breathe after I gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Christina finally set me free as I begged for her to bring her tits back to me. Maria was lowering herself off of my cock as she tried to catch her breathe with Jane on the other side of the bed. I got up and laid Christina on her back at the end of the bed. I stood over her, looking down as she rubbed her big titties and waited for me to fuck her. Instead of going straight in, I jumped up on her and straddled her stomach so that my cock was right over her tits. She knew I wanted to fuck them again and lifted her face up so she could get me nice and wet for them. Once my cock was drenched in her saliva, Christina pulled my cock in between her massive tits again and let me start titty fucking. I couldn't believe how big and beautiful they were as my cock was completely buried as I thrust like a mad man. I kept this up for a few minutes while Christina gave me some words of encouragement and held the side of each breast for me as I fucked them. It wasn't long before I couldn't take it anymore and needed to feel her pussy around my shaft. I pulled myself out and stood up over her again. I grabbed both of Christina's legs and brought them up to my shoulders as I positioned my throbbing cock right in front of her pussy. "Please fuck me, baby... I want to feel that big cock inside of me." This was all I needed to hear as I shoved my cock straight inside of her and immediately went as deep as I could go. "OH MY GOD!!!! FUCK ME, BABY.... FUCK ME!!!!" I began pumping myself in and out, watching Christina's big titties bounce with my vibrations. Christina was rubbing her nipples as she screamed in pleasure with my cock inside of her. Meanwhile, Jane and Maria had finally come to and stood up to join me. Maria came up to my right, hugged me and pushed her big tits up against me as I continued to fuck her best friend. Jane was on my left, kissing my ear and whispering for me to go faster and faster so I could finish up Christina and she could go again. College Days My eyes were fixated on Christina's bouncing jugs as I continued to hold her ankles and thrust all the way inside of her. Maria must have notice this as she carefully pulled my hand from Christina and brought it to her own magnificent chest. She held Christina's ankle for me while I felt her up and worshiped her breasts with my right hand. Jane had gone down to kiss Christina and make sure I didn't fuck her too hard up the bed. Christina gripped the sheets tightly as her screams grew louder and louder. I was running out of energy, but nothing could stop me from burying myself deeper and deeper into this wet pussy. "I'M GONNA CUM.... I'M GONNA CUM.... DON'T STOP, BABY... PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!!!!!!!!" Christina's pussy tightened around my cock as she felt the power of her orgasm through ever inch of her body. The girls all smiled as they watched their friend feel the same pleasure they had experience just moments before. My cock was harder than ever before, and I wasn't going to last much longer. As Christina was just about finished, I withdrew my cock and fell back onto my desk, exhausted from hard fucking I had just given these three beautiful girls. "I know you're not done yet," Jane said walking towards me with her evil smirk. She pulled me back to the bed and threw me down next to Christina so that my cock was straight up in the air. As soon as I went down, my cock was back on Jane's mouth. I looked down to see her bobbing on my cock, eager to get me ready for her tight pussy. Maria was down there with her, rubbing my balls with care and watching Jane intently as she deep-throated my rock hard prick. Jane finished up and began to position herself to ride me again. Before she could get on, Maria kissed her hard on the lips to stop her. I looked over to Christina who appeared to still be in another universe, recovering from her powerful orgasm. "Me first," said Maria to Jane as she positioned herself to straddle me. Jane was so turned on by Maria getting into the reverse cowgirl position that she was forced to comply. Maria stuck her fat ass out towards my face; I wanted nothing more than to take a bite right out of it. Maria lowered herself onto my cock and Jane came up to kiss me. Maria worked magic as she rode me, moving her hips in ways that drove my cock wild. Jane and I watched as her perfectly round ass bounced in front of us. Maria was even louder than before as she rode me with purpose. Jane was caressing and kissing me all over as Maria bounced higher and higher into the air. "Ay, Papi!" She yelled. "Ay! Ay!!! AY!!!!!" Maria was closing in on an orgasm as I lifted my hips to go even deeper inside of her. She began to scream uncontrollably as she hit orgasm number two. The pleasure became so intense, and my cock was so deep that she was forced to spring herself off of me and onto the floor as she tried to catch her breathe. As soon as my cock was free, Jane reacted. She jumped right up on top of me and began to ride me out. "You're doing so good, baby.... Let me make you cum.... I want to see another big load spurt out of that big cock of yours." It wouldn't be long until Jane got what she wanted. She was riding me like a pro, screaming in pleasure as my cock explored her tight pussy again. Christina had recovered and crawled up on my right to kiss me. She had a big smile on her face as she appeared to be ready to fall into a deep sleep. Maria scooted back up onto the bed and was now on my left. I kissed them both as Jane continued to bounce up and down on top of me. Christina smiled again like she had just come up with a great idea. She moved up a little bit more so that her gigantic tits were right in my face. "Oh yeah, baby.... Let's see that big load... Come on, baby.... Give it me..." Jane continued to encourage me as I buried my face in Christina's tits again. My hands were on Jane's hips as she bounced higher and higher and I sucked on Christina's nipple. I felt my balls tighten and knew it wouldn't be long before I showed them another big blast. I was barely able to remove myself from Christina's heavenly rack. "Keep going, baby... It's coming soon...." Jane smiled as I updated her on my status. Maria was coming to and Christina was getting up to prepare for my cumshot. "Stand up for us. Spray your jizz straight down our throats." Jane jumped off of me and I stood up and turned to face them. All three girls were now lined up, starring at my cock and waiting for my second load. I had started to jerk off, figuring that would be how I finish, but they were having none of that. All three girls put a hand at my crotch to help me get to the next level. Christina was massaging my balls as she stuck her titties out to give me a nice view. Maria did the same with her chest as she stroked my cock quickly. Jane used both of her hands to rub all over my legs and spit on my cock to help lube me up. "OH YEAH, LADIES..... HERE I CUMMMMM!!!!!!!" I was able to grunt that out as what felt like a gallon of semen pumped out of my balls and onto the three smiling beauties in front of me. The first shot hit Jane straight in the face. She threw her neck back with the surprising power of the blast. She was immediately covered in my cum and loved every second of it. For the second shot, Maria aimed me right at her face, leaving a big string all the way from her chin to the top of her forehead. The third blasted straight onto her tongue; she worshiped the flavor. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to handle anymore in her mouth, she then aimed me down at her beautiful titties and let me send a blast straight at them. "Quit hogging it all!" the other girls complained as they pulled me back towards them. My fifth blast hit Jane right in her chest. She let out a squeal of joy and immediately began rubbing my seed all over her perky tits. Once she let go, Christina had full control and aimed me right towards her. A massive sixth blast soaked her tits. She pulled herself towards me and stuck my pulsating cock right in her mouth to take my seventh blast. She quickly withdrew before the eighth shot which hit her right on her chest again. Jane then pulled me back and put her lips around my head to drink whatever else I had in me. My body convulsed as the rest of my cum shot straight down her throat. I was completely drained when she finally released my cock from her lips. I collapsed onto the bed, totally spent and barely able to keep my eyes open. The girls all snuggled up against me as we slept in each others' arms. I woke up a few hours later with Maria snuggled close on my left, Christina on my right and Jane next to Christina. I smiled to myself as I confirmed that this definitely was not a dream and fell right back to sleep. College Days I would like to thank Samantha for providing the ideas for storyline and characters that this story was based on and for her critique. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1 Dave was walking happily down the street. He was so happy that he felt like whistling, but he had never worked out how to do it. He had just won the science prize on the last day of his school career and was heading over to his girlfriend's house to celebrate. Practically everyone that Dave met seemed amazed that he even had a girlfriend. The reason for their surprise was that Dave was a short, thin, very pale nerd. He had practically no muscle definition and wore thick glasses to correct for his extreme short sightedness. If people were surprised that he had a girlfriend then they were stunned when they saw her; he had done very well for himself. However, Dave could never understand their surprise. He had been with his girl since they were both twelve. Of course it is a lot easier for a nerd to pick up a girl when he is twelve as twelve-year-olds look for different things to eighteen-year-olds. Having a girlfriend felt completely natural to Dave; they had been together through the entirety of both of their puberties. Their courtship had been a sedate affair by almost anyone's standards. When they first started going out it was very childish and they were really just good friends who maybe stole the odd peck on the cheek; although even these stolen kisses we completely asexual; they were fun and silly. As they grew up and made their way through high school and the dramas of puberty their interest in the opposite sex, and hence each other, grew. However, Dave was brought up in a very strict religious household in which sex before marriage was strictly frowned upon as a terrible sin. In fact sex after marriage was pretty much only tolerated for the sake of procreation. Dave was completely indoctrinated and whilst he certainly fancied his girlfriend he never tried anything on; even now when they were both almost nineteen and about to leave home for college. Their kissing had progressed to French kissing and he enjoyed touching her boobs and bum but they were rarely alone together and he never pushed it. He had thought that it would be nice to try and make love with his girlfriend when they move to college but he would never suggest it to her. He knew it was wrong and so would only do it if she initiated it. Dave finally arrived at his girlfriend's house and he rang the doorbell. The door opened and Jill, his girlfriend, was standing in front of him. It is fair to say that Jill was out of Dave's league. She was quite pretty, with a cute round face and a straight blonde bob. She had a flawless pale, although nowhere near as milky as Dave's, complexion with full, juicy lips and massive beautiful eyes that were the richest shade of green you could imagine. Her eyes sparkled; they drew you in. Jill would say that they were her best feature and she may be right; most of the boys at school would have said that her best features were her very big boobs. Jill wore F-cup bras and was a little self conscious of their size; especially with all of the juvenile comments she got from the boys at school (and strangers in the street for that matter). The rest of Jill's body was equally curvy. She was by no means a thin girl but she was certainly not fat. She had big hips a cute round ass and was carrying a few excess pounds on her little belly. 'Well?' she asked; all smiles. Dave broke into a toothy grin, put his arms in the air and exclaimed, 'I won!' Jill screamed and practically threw herself at Dave. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. 'Oh well done. I knew you would do it.' Dave was getting distracted by the feel of Jill's boobs pressing against his chest; he loved that feeling. Jill lead him inside and they spent the rest of the evening with Jill's parents talking about Dave's success and their impending departure for college. Jill's parents were also very religious which meant that Jill had similar views to Dave but she was slightly more open-minded; probably as a result of the almost continuous stream of vulgarity she was exposed to through puberty as a result of her big breasts. She certainly never considered going against her parents' wishes whilst she lived at home but was beginning to think that her and Dave should use the freedom they will have at college to finally consummate their relationship. She had to admit to herself that her friends' talk about their own sexual exploits was becoming less and less shocking to her and more and more intriguing. A couple of weeks later Dave and Jill were walking in the park when Jill said, 'Only a week to go now.' 'I know. I can't believe we are really leaving home.' 'It is going to be so exciting. I can't wait.' 'Me too.' 'I've been thinking,' Jill muttered, suddenly feeling a little unsure of herself. 'We have been dating for a long time now; over six years.' 'I know. Time flies.' 'Yes but....I think maybe....we...err...maybe we should think about...maybe, like....err...maybe we should, you know, have sex sometime when we are at college. Only if you want to though.' Jill felt embarrassed and could feel her face getting red. 'Oh, okay.' 'Is that all you've got to say?' Jill asked sternly. 'No. I am just a bit surprised. I thought we were waiting 'till we got married. I really don't mind you know.' Dave's heart was pounding so hard he thought it would explode out of his chest at any moment. He truly never thought this would happen until they got married. Now Jill had suggested it he was excited and nervous at the same time; he fancied her like crazy but he knew deep in his heart that it was a huge sin. However, as with most eighteen-year-old boys, libido won out. 'I can't wait.' Jill smiled and kissed him on the cheek. They walked off hand-in-hand. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2 When the day to leave for college arrived both Dave and Jill were extremely excited. Ever since that walk in the park both of them had been anticipating their first time. They had agreed that they should probably settle in for a couple of weeks and then chose a time that felt right. By the time that Dave had loaded his stuff into his dad's car, said his good-byes to his family, driven to Jill's house, loaded her stuff into the car and waited for her to say her good-byes it was already past two in the afternoon. The drive to college was six hours; seven with stops for gas, food and toilets. They chatted happily all the way there about their future at college. They finally pulled up outside Jill's hall of residence at a little after nine. Dave helped her move her stuff into her room and even unpack a little. Jill was sharing a room with a nice religious girl called Rachel. He did not say anything but he was relieved; he had not wanted Jill to share with a wild child or some kind of slut who would try to lead her astray. It was almost eleven by the time Dave got to the door of his room. He was getting nervous; the thought of sharing a room with a complete stranger for a year was very unsettling for him. He knew he would have no choice but to stick it out with whoever was on the other side of the door. Dave had got amazing grades that got him on the wanted list of many colleges but they only way he could afford to go was with a scholarship that he had been awarded; it was a generous scholarship that paid for his place in the hall and his tuition fees but he certainly could not afford to move out of the pre-paid hall. Dave was suddenly knocked out of his thoughts by a little feminine squeal emanating from the other side of the door; he was full of curiosity. He put the key in the door and pushed it open. It took him a second to register what he saw before he dropped his bags, covered his eyes with his hands and turned around. 'Oh I am so sorry. I...err...I...' Dave stammered. The site before was of a huge buff naked man. His massive muscles were rippling as he supported himself over the top of a stunning blonde girl who was almost bent double with her legs over his shoulders. She was completely naked except for a tiny cheerleader's skirt. The man was pile-driving her and she was obviously loving it. The man stopped briefly, but did not take his cock out of the girl, who was now giggling at the sight of the coy Dave. 'Hey dude, don't sweat it. You must be my new roomy. I am Ged and this is...hey what is your name?' A slight frown came over the girl's face. 'Hey you.' She punched Ged in annoyance. 'I can't believe you don't remember my name you bastard. Hey hon, my name is Beth.' She held out her hand. Dave saw it out of the corner of his eye and did the best he could to shake it without looking. He was completely in shock. He was fully prepared for the fact that most people at college have a lot of sex but why weren't these two getting up and dressed now that he had arrived? 'Oh stop your moaning Beth, or whatever your name is. Do you want this?' He rammed his pelvis down hard and deep. Beth's eye's widened and she let out a loud gasp as his large cock filled her. 'Oh God yes.' 'What's your name dude?' 'I...err...I am Dave.' He could not stop himself stammering. 'Well Dave. As you can see I am a little busy here so you just make yourself at home and we can meet properly when I have finished up here.' 'Oh no. I couldn't possibly. I'll wait outside.' Ged had already started to pound Beth again as Dave started to make his way out of the room. 'Your choice dude but you could be in for a long wait.' The last thing Dave heard as he closed the door was Ged and Beth laughing shortly followed by Beth gasping with pleasure as the monster between Ged's legs did its work on her. Dave was miserable. His first night at college was not at all what he had hoped for. He was stuck outside in the corridor sitting on his cases waiting for his huge jock roommate to finish having sex in his room with a girl whose name he did not even know. Dave was worried about the future; he was right to be. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 Dave had never been a fan of porn. He had seen a few magazines that his friends had but he had never been interested and he had never seen any porn movies. However, despite his sheltered existence he was pretty sure that Beth and Ged were both having orgasms when he heard girly screams and Ged voice saying, 'Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah,' on the other side of the door. He was disgusted but a little relieved; at least they had finished so he could finally move into his room and get some sleep; it was nearly midnight now. He began to get confused when Beth did not appear ten minutes later. He knew nothing about sex but he was pretty sure that Beth was not a keeper for Ged and that she would be out of there as soon as they had finished. It wasn't long before he knew why she had not appeared. He heard Ged again. 'Come on girl, suck it good. Make it hard so I can fuck that sweet-ass pussy again.' Dave could not believe it. How long would he have to stay out here? As it turned out he waited out there for another forty minutes. He had to listen to Beth cumming twice more and Ged once before she appeared out of the door. She looked at Dave, shook her head and walked away laughing. Dave picked up his things and carried them into the room. Ged was nowhere to be seen; he must have been in the bathroom. Dave started to unpack a few things when he was suddenly caught in Ged's vice-like grip. Ged had thrown his arm around Dave's shoulder and pulled him close. 'Man, that was good. That little slut was dirty. Know what I mean.' Ged laughed heartily and slapped Dave on the back. The pain was immediate and reverberated through Dave's body like nothing he had ever known. His breath had been knocked out of him but Ged chose to not notice. He just stood there next to Dave, who was now bent double over his bed trying to catch his breath. Dave eventually turned round and he saw the full naked magnificence of Ged. He was at least a foot taller than Dave and his muscles were truly enormous but the thing that caught Dave's eye, the thing that made him horrified, was the ten inches of prime meat hanging between Ged's legs. Dave was in pain and in shock. Did this man ever wear clothes? How can someone have a penis that was so big even when flaccid? Dave's own was just short of five inches fully erect and it was thin. Ged's was almost as thick as Dave's arm (well that was probably a bit of an exaggeration but that is what it seemed like to Dave at the time). 'You could have stayed in you know. That slut would not have minded.' 'Oh I couldn't impose on such a private moment.' 'Shit man. Who talks like that?' Dave heard that hearty laugh again. No matter where he looked it was as if he could still see that huge cock. Ged continued. 'Can you believe we are at college man? We are gonna get so much pussy.' 'I...err...I have a girlfriend.' Dave muttered quietly. 'Shit man. Who comes to college with a girlfriend? I mean, what's the point? Everyone knows there is pussy on tap at college. Oh well more for the rest of us.' Ged suddenly looked thoughtful. 'Well I suppose for a dude like you having your own personal pussy on tap is good.' 'I would prefer it if you did not speak about my girlfriend like that.' Dave tried to feel strong but he failed. 'Oh come on dude. We're both young and horny. You can tell me. I bet you hit that girl of yours every chance you get. Am I right or am I right?' Dave was almost unbearably uncomfortable. He had already formed a significant dislike of his new roommate. 'We...err...we are, you know, sort of...well waiting.' 'Holy shit dude. Are you like from the Middle Ages? Fuck, I thought everyone was doing it. What you waiting for dude? Do it while you're young dude.' 'I'd rather not talk about it. It's personal.' 'Fuck you dude. You saw me fucking that cheap slut and you won't even tell me about your sex life or lack of it? Go on, tell me. When you gonna do it?' 'Soon. All right? Will you drop it now? Please.' Ged laughed and got into bed. Dave had difficulty getting any sleep that night. He did not know how he was going to manage to live with this brute for an entire semester. How was he going to bring Jill over here? When would they get chance to make love? They certainly could not do it in religious Rachel's room; that would be too disrespectful. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 4 Dave felt physically sick the next morning; he had a long day yesterday and almost no sleep. He also could not get the horrendous sight of Ged's massive member out of his head. To make things worse Ged was doing an impressively long set of morning exercises, mainly push ups and sit ups, whilst wearing nothing but a tiny pair of white undies. They were obviously having difficulty containing Ged's massive bulge. Dave turned away and pondered his forthcoming first day at college. He had three hours of class before he was going to meet Jill for lunch. He could not wait to see her; to get some normality back into his life after last night's horror show. 'Hey. You awake dude?' Dave was rudely shaken out of his reverie. 'Err, yes. Good morning Ged.' 'Shit. I still can't get over the way you speak man. Anyway, I was thinking. We should celebrate getting to college. You know, as roomies. So, you are coming out with me tonight. We are gonna get so wasted dude.' 'I...errr...don't drink.' 'Shit dude. What's wrong with you man? You don't fuck your girl and now you don't even drink? Are you some kind of monk or something?' 'I just don't. I am seeing Jill tonight anyway.' 'Oh now I get it. You're finally gonna fuck her aren't you? Man, a virgin at nineteen. I bet she is gagging for it. Have fun dude.' Dave felt his face burn with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. How could he talk about his Jill in such a manner? 'Look. I told you I don't want you to talk about her like that. Okay?' 'Shit dude. Calm down. Take a chill pill. I'm only fucking with you. Okay, so tell me. What are you going to do with sweet innocent Jill tonight?' 'I don't know. Just meet up and chat I guess.' 'You not even gonna kiss her?' Ged was taunting him and had a big smile on his face. Dave was really beginning to hate Ged. 'Of course I'm going to kiss her.' 'You gonna use tongues?' Ged laughed. 'You gonna touch her boobies? Nah, I reckon you're an ass man. Am I right?' Dave felt ready to explode with rage but he controlled himself. He ignored Ged and ran to the bathroom to wash up. He heard Ged laughing as the morning exercise session continued. Half an hour later Dave was full of relief to be leaving his room and heading for class. He wouldn't have to see that oaf again until this evening. Hopefully he could be tucked up and asleep in bed by the time Ged got home from what was undoubtedly going to be a night of heavy drinking. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 5 Dave was for the first time since arriving at college actually enjoying himself. He had just finished his first set of physics classes and he loved them. They were challenging, interesting and they really appealed to his inherent geekiness. In fact he enjoyed them so much that he had almost forgotten about his nightmare roommate as he made his way to meet Jill. He approached the little grassy area where they had agreed to meet. As he got close he saw Jill chatting to a couple of girls he did not recognise. He hoped they would go away when he reached them so that he and Jill could have some alone time. She saw him approaching and gave a little wave and a big smile. 'Hi Dave.' She said as he reached them. She kissed him on the cheek and gave him a little hug. She introduced her new friends; they were both on her art course. After a few awkward moments of conversation Jill led Dave away to the cafeteria. He was relieved to be spending some time with Jill alone; well as alone as you can be in a massive student cafeteria. They selected a table with no-one else at it and began to chat and eat. 'Soooo. What's your room mate like?' Jill asked happily. 'Oh he is absolutely awful.' Dave sounded and looked dejected. 'Oh now come on. Don't be like that. You only met him last night. He can't be that bad.' 'You have no idea. He is a big jock and he was having sex with a cheerleader when I walked in last night.' Jill laughed. 'Oh my. That must have been a bit embarrassing.' 'It was for me but it was not for them. They didn't even stop when I walked it. I couldn't stay in there so I waited outside for over an hour for them to finish.' 'Oh no. That sounds awful. He told you to get out?' 'No. I just could not stay in there with that going on.' 'Look. I know that sounds bad but he maybe thought that you weren't going to arrive last night. It was very late by the time you got there. You know I hear that it is hard to stop once you have started and well, you know, I think we are going to have to get used to the fact that most people have a lot of sex at college.' Jill was trying to sympathise but she did find the whole scenario funny. They ate in silence for a few minutes before they heard a large group of rowdy football players enter the cafeteria. Dave's heart dropped. 'Oh no.' 'What's the matter?' Jill's face was full of concern. 'My roommate just walked in.' 'Oh yes? Which one is he?' Jill seemed very interested; almost excited. She always liked meeting new people and she wanted to meet this terrible jock so that she could put Dave's mind at rest. 'He's the one with the brown hair in the middle.' 'Really? Oh my. He is big isn't he? And he is so pretty.' Hearing Jill say that sent a dagger through Dave's heart. He hated hearing her say something nice about the awful Ged but he knew she was right. It was obvious to everyone that he was astonishingly good-looking. Suddenly he heard Ged's booming voice. College Days 'Hey, there's my little dude.' This made Dave almost shake with nervous anticipation of what was going to happen next; it turned out to be worse than he had feared. Ged lead his team mates over to the table. 'Hey Dave. How's it hanging?' 'Hello Ged.' 'Hold on a minute. Don't tell me this is Jill.' Jill stood up and extended her hand. 'Hi. Pleased to meet you.' She was all smiles. Her initial impression of Ged was good. Unlike almost every other man she met Ged did not once look at her boobs; he maintained eye contact. Surely this was not the same oaf that Dave had been talking about. For her part she had noticed a very obvious and very large bulge in Ged's shorts as he had approach. She found it a little hard to stop her eyes being drawn back to it. Ged maintained his eye contact with Jill and kept on holding her hand as he spoke to Dave. 'Dave man. You said you had a girlfriend but you never said how beautiful she is.' Dave remained silent and so Ged continued, this time to Jill. 'Well it is a pleasure to meet you Jill. And I must say that Dave here has done very well for himself indeed. You are truly gorgeous; those eyes of yours are simply stunning.' Jill felt her face get red but she loved the compliment. Ged was the first man other than Dave to comment other eyes before her breasts. 'Thanks,' was all she could manage to say. Ged finally dropped Jill's hand and slapped Dave on the back. Dave had not seen it coming and so his glasses fell off and he began to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. The group of footballers all laughed at him. Dave felt utterly humiliated. However, it was Ged, the only one who was not laughing, who told his team mates off for mocking Dave. He then laid a hand on Dave's shoulder. 'Sorry man. Sometimes I forget my own strength.' Jill thought that Ged was nice. He was showing a lot of grace; he seemed thoughtful. Of course it helped that he had been so nice to her. 'I must say Jill that I admire Dave's restraint. I am telling you the absolute truth here. I honestly know that if I had a girlfriend who was as drop dead gorgeous as you then I would not have been able to wait so long. I would not have been able to control myself. You would have driven me wild with desire. I hope that doesn't shock you?' Jill's face was bright red. She was completely flattered by this beautiful hulk of a man but she was also suddenly very angry with Dave. 'What?...err...no that does not shock me. What does shock me is that you...' she was talking to Dave now, '...spoke to Ged about our sex life.' 'Or lack of it,' one of Ged team mates said and the rest of them laughed loudly. Dave was out of his depth. What could he do? Ged was acting like a completely reformed character; he was acting, and Dave knew it was an act, like a nice guy; not the boorish oaf he actually was. He had also managed to drop Dave right in it. Dave could not say anything and Jill stormed off in anger. Dave did not know what had just happened. After all he had said about Ged to Jill her first impression of him would turn out to be really positive with Dave being trashed in the process. Dave was unhappy. 'Shit dude. I dropped you in it good there, man.' Ged and his friends laughed at Dave. Dave remained silent. 'Did you see her tits? Man they were awesome. You could suckle on those bad boys all night long.' One of Ged's friends then chipped in with, 'And those lips. Man, that mouth is just made for sucking cock.' Dave felt sick as the football team talked dirty about his Jill. 'And that ass man. I wanna see that jelly wobble as I fuck that fine ass.' For the next ten minutes Dave had to sit in silence unable to eat whilst each member of the team talked about what they would like to do to Jill. The bell that indicated the start of afternoon classes came as sweet relief for Dave and he practically ran to his first class. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 6 When Dave got back to his room after class he was happy to find that he was alone; no Ged. He started to do some studying but found it hard to concentrate. He was not used to Jill being mad with him; especially about something so personal. He tried to call her but there was no answer so he sent her a text. He persisted with his studies for another hour or so but finally gave up trying to make himself concentrate. He sent another text to Jill; still no answer. He felt completely deflated. His girlfriend was mad at him and he could not even talk to her. He could not cope with his emotions any longer and he started to gently weep. He was mad at himself for being so week but he just could not help it. About half an hour later he heard a knock at the door. He got up, dried his eyes and opened the door. To his massive relief Jill was standing there. She walked into the room without as much as a peck on the cheek; she was obviously still mad at him. Jill sat on the edge of Ged's bed. Dave made them some drinks, gave one to Jill and then sat on the edge of his own bed. They were silent for what seemed like an age. 'Well?' Jill finally said. 'Well what?' Dave did not like this. He did not know what she was expecting from him. 'Well, why would you tell someone you hardly know; someone that you say you hate; something so personal to you and me?' 'I...err...I don't know what happened. He forced it out of me.' 'What do you mean he forced it out of you? Did he hurt you?' Even in her anger Jill still showed her concern for her Dave. 'No. He just sort of tricked me into it.' Dave knew that he sounded pathetic. 'So basically you just told him?' 'Yes but...' 'No Dave. You just told him. No tricks. You are the cleverest person I know; I do not see how someone like Ged could trick you into saying something so personal.' Dave knew he could not win here so he just said, 'I am truly sorry Jill. It won't happen again.' 'Okay I suppose.' They sat in silence and drank their drinks for a few minutes. Dave was about to say something when the door burst open. Dave's heart sank. 'Hey dude, how's it hanging?' Ged was back. 'Hello, hello if it isn't the delightful Jill.' Jill stood up to give Ged access to his bed but instead he grabbed her, kissed her cheek and gave her a friendly hug. 'Hi Jill. Don't get up. I just need to get cleaned up then I am out of here. A big night out with the lads.' 'Hi Ged.' Jill noticed that Ged was very sweaty but his odour was somehow intoxicating, just like the feel of his impressive muscles as he hugged her. She really did not see why Dave hated him so much. Yes he was an outgoing, confident jock but he seemed lovely. 'You don't mind if I take a quick shower do you Jill? I can try and find somewhere else if you want me too.' Dave felt sick at the sound of what he was convinced was fake concern. He was certain that Ged was just trying to make Dave look bad. 'Hey, it's your room.' 'Okay cool.' What Jill had not expected was that Ged would strip off down to his jockstrap right there in front of her. She knew it was naughty but she could not draw her eyes away from Ged's body. She had never seen anything so perfect and the sight of his huge bulge in his jockstrap made her feel a little bit giddy. Dave noticed that Jill was looking at Ged's body but knew he could say nothing. Ged made his way to the bathroom. Jill's eyes were fixed to his rock hard flawless buttocks. She was amazed that any man could be so beautiful. Just before he entered the bathroom Ged look back over his shoulder at Jill, noticing that she was checking out his ass. He gave her a cheeky wink and a smile. Jill was mortified that she had been caught out; she quickly averted her gaze and was all flustered. Once she had composed herself she had decided to forgive Dave; her guilt at ogling Ged helped a lot with this. They began chatting about each other's courses. Things seemed almost normal again until Ged emerged from the bathroom. Dave was horrified to see that he was dressed only in a tiny hand towel that was wrapped around his waist. It just about covered everything but it was a close thing. Ged moaned about there being no proper towels in the bathroom. He went over to one of his suitcases, opened it and bent over to search through his things for a larger towel. Ged kept his legs straight but slightly apart as he bent over and so Dave and Jill had a perfect view of his ass cheeks and, more notably, the end of his huge cock as it swung freely between his legs. Dave saw Jill's eyes almost popping out of her head. She had never even seen Dave's cock but she was aware of its small size. As far as Dave knew this was the first cock that she had ever seen up close; he was right. Dave feared that Jill fancied Ged a little bit; he was right about that too. The sight of part of Ged's cock made Jill feel giddy again. She could not believe how much bigger it was than Dave's. She had no idea that they got that big. She began to feel some stirrings deep inside her. Eventually Ged departed for his big night out. Jill chatted for a while longer to Dave and then left to go and do some of her own studies in her room. Dave spent the rest of the night filled with worry about how Jill reacted to seeing Ged almost naked. He finally dropped off into sleep at around ten. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 7 Dave was woken at about midnight by the sound of the door opening and Ged coming in. He pretended to be asleep to try and avoid any kind of interaction with Ged. His heart sank when he heard a female voice say, 'Hey, there's someone in here.' 'Don't worry about that pussy. He won't bother us. If he does I will just kick his ass. He is asleep anyway.' The girl laughed and said, 'He won't be asleep for long. I am a screamer.' 'Well what you waiting for you dirty little slut?' For the next three hours Dave had to listen to Ged fucking his girl four times. He was convinced that one of the times was even anal. The girl was right; she was a screamer. Ged must have made her cum at least six times. Dave was thoroughly miserable. Over the next three weeks the same thing happened every night. Ged would have a different girl every night and his sessions would last for at least two and half hours each. For a lot of young guys having this going on in the same room as you would have been an enjoyable free sex show but not for Dave. He never once sneaked a look. He always pretended to be asleep. His relationship with Jill was back to normal but he remained concerned that she seemed to really like Ged, who continued to compliment her and flirt with her at every opportunity. Dave had built up the courage to ask her if she was ready to make love. She had said that she was not. She could not do it in her room because of Rachel and she would not do it in Dave's because they never knew when Ged would turn up. Dave could not afford a hotel but even if he could Jill said she did not want that as it would be too contrived; too much pressure. She suggested that they wait a while longer. Generally Dave was comfortable with this; albeit a little disappointed. The persistent thing that lessened his comfort was the effect that Ged had on Jill. She was somehow more girly when she was with him. It made him a little jealous. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 8 One evening Dave and Jill were sitting on Dave's bed chatting when Ged walked in with another guy from the football team and three cheerleaders. Dave was sure he recognised one of them as Beth from his first meeting with Ged. 'Hi Jill. You are looking particularly stunning this evening.' 'Hi Ged. Thanks.' 'Hey, we are heading off to a party. Everyone is invited. It is going to be wild. You two should come.' 'Oh no I don't think so.' Dave did not want this to happen. 'Oh come on dude. You never go to parties. Let you hair down a bit man. Jill wants to go don't you Jill?' Jill turned to Dave and said exactly what he did not want to hear. 'Well I would like to go to a party Dave. Can we please? I mean, we have been at college for almost a month and I haven't been to a party yet. I feel like I am missing out.' Dave could not resist Jill's pleading, especially with an audience. 'Okay, I guess.' Dave hated parties and he dreaded going to one with Ged. They all piled into a cab and headed off to the party. Someone got out a bottle of champagne, popped it and took a swig straight out of the bottle. The cheerleaders squealed and took turns drinking the golden liquor. Dave refused when it was his turn; he did not drink. So the bottle was thrust into Jill's hands and much to Dave's amazement she drank deeply from it. He had never seen her drink before. She saw his look and laughed, 'Well we are at college now. Let's have some fun.' Everyone in the cab apart from Dave and the driver cheered agreement and carried on drinking. The party was hell for Dave. Loud music, lots of people and none of them paying him any attention. To make it worse Ged had monopolised Jill's time. He had her engrossed in conversation. She found him charming, interesting and witty. He also had the knack of keeping their conversation going naturally for a long time. The loud music meant that Dave could not hear what was being said and so could not join in. He hated Ged more every time he leaned into Jill to whisper the next snippet of conversation into her ear. Jill on the other hand was enjoying the attention. Every time Ged whispered something she felt his breath in her ear and it sent shivers through her entire body. After a couple of hours Dave was feeling weird. He could not see straight and standing up was getting very difficult. He found a seat and sat down. He did not know what was going on. If he did not know better he would have said that he was drunk but he did not drink. He had stuck to fruit juice all night. He fell asleep. Ged laughed and pointed and said to Jill, 'Wow, Dave looks wasted.' 'Oh no. He does not drink.' 'Well he has tonight. He has been knocking back that punch. He must have finally let his hair down.' They both laughed. 'Well that would be a first.' They laughed again. Jill felt a little bit mean but it was true. Suddenly a slow track was playing on the sound system. Ged immediately made his move. 'Hey, do you want to dance with me?' 'I don't know if I should. Do you think he will be all right?' 'He is just a little drunk and tired. I will make sure he gets home safe and sound. You have to have at least one dance at your first college party.' She was convinced. Ged led Jill to the dance floor and pulled her close. Their bodies touched and he wrapped his arms around her waist; she followed suit. They danced for three songs whilst chatting happily. Ged never broke eye contact with Jill throughout. It made her feel special; like he was looking into her very sole. The feel of his muscles through his clothes made her feel unusually excited. She felt guilty about it but she could not deny that she was very attracted to this man. She still loved her Dave but this man was new, exciting, beautiful and sexy as hell. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 9 When they arrived back at campus it was just past two in the morning. Dave was still passed out and so Ged was carrying him fireman style over his left shoulder. He had his right arm around Jill's shoulder to provide her with a bit of warmth against the chilly night air. Ged led them to his and Dave's room. He unlocked the door, took Dave inside and threw him on the bed. He then turned to Jill. 'Well I guess I better get you home young lady.' Jill giggled. On the way across campus Ged gently grabbed Jill's hand. She did not resist; it felt nice; it felt right. When they reached the door to Jill's hall they turned to look at each other. 'Well goodnight sweet Jill.' 'Goodnight Ged. I had fun tonight.' Before she could turn away Ged put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close. He looked down into her eyes and kissed her ever so gently on her luscious lips. Jill melted in his arms; desire was suddenly coursing through her body. He kissed her again; this time she responded. It was long and gentle. Jill marvelled at how such a big man could be so tender. He started to plant a million sweet little pecks all over her lips and even on the end of her nose. Jill felt like she never had before; she felt as horny as hell. Ged moved in for a deeper, more passionate kiss. Jill responded by sticking her tongue into Ged mouth. When their tongues met and played with each other the sensation sent shivers right through Jill's body directly to her most personal areas. She tried to pull him even closer to her; it was impossible but she squeezed herself against him as hard as she could. When the kiss finally finished Ged started to gently nibble her lips; another sensation she had never experienced before. He kissed her again, very gently this time before turning her around and showering her neck with tiny little kisses. She was so sensitive; her entire body was covered with goose bumps. His every touch sent electric shocks through her body; waking her dormant sexuality. He started to tenderly nibble on one of her ear lobes, whispering sweet nothings as he did all about how beautiful she was. Jill was beginning to seriously fall for this man. After twenty minutes of bliss Ged finally gave her one last kiss and said, 'Well I guess you should get some sleep. I will see you soon beautiful.' Jill let herself into her room quietly so as not to wake Rachel. When she got into bed she could not sleep. She just kept on thinking of the gorgeous Ged and his electrifying touch. She started to do something she had never done before; she started to play with her surprisingly wet pussy. She gently rubbed her fingers over her inflamed labia as she imagined Ged doing all kinds of naughty things to her. She imagined that her fingers were his and it felt wonderful. She allowed her fingers to penetrate a little deeper and she felt something a little harder that sent shock waves through her body when touched. She guessed that it must be her clitoris. She rubbed it whilst dreaming of Ged's muscles; Ged's cock. She felt herself getting breathless and then suddenly an explosion happened in her body. This was something she had never felt before. Her whole body shuddered as an intense feeling of pleasure filled every fibre of her being. She had to bite hard on her lip to stop herself moaning and waking the very prudish Rachel. Jill had just had her first orgasm and she wanted more. She knew then that she had to have Ged and soon. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 10 After Jill had calmed down from her orgasm she tried to get some sleep but she failed. She just could not stop obsessing about Ged. She turned round and looked at the clock. It read 03:15. She made her mind up that she could not wait. She picked up her phone and sent a text to Ged. 'I am coming over.' Suddenly Jill was very nervous. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to destroy her Dave? She hated those questions but they were all insignificant compared to her overriding thought. 'I have to have Ged.' She was horny and filled with lust for that beautiful man. She was also nervous about losing her virginity, especially to such a huge cock, but she was sure that Ged would treat her tenderly; be gentle with her. She did not know what to wear. She wanted to be sexy but did not really know how. She decided on an old cliché and set out for Ged and Dave's hall. On the other side of campus Dave was still dead to the world. Oblivious to the fact that for the first night since he got to college Ged did not have a girl in their room. That was about to change. Dave did not stir at the sound of the little knock on the door. Ged jumped out of bed and opened the door. Despite what Jill was about to do she was shocked to see Ged standing they completely naked. She smiled and looked hungrily at his cock. Ged was still being the gentleman (well he was if you ignore the fact he was naked). 'Are you sure you want to do this? Here?' He glanced over at Dave. College Days Jill took a quick look in both directions down the corridor and summoned up all of her courage. She opened her coat and dropped it to the floor. For the first time in her life she was standing naked in front of a man and Ged just stood there and enjoyed the view; she really was all curves. He was amazed at how such big tits could remain so perky even at such a young age. But Jill did not notice his gaze examining every inch of her flesh. She was distracted by the sight of Ged's enormous member springing to life. It was truly a sight to behold. The sight of it filled her with lust and fear at the same time. Ged grabbed her and pulled her into the room, kicking the door shut. 'Oh Jill you are so gorgeous.' He pulled her close. She could feel every inch of meat pushed against her stomach and he could feel her breasts against his. They kissed for a long time as if they were oblivious to that fact that Jill's boyfriend was asleep only three feet away. He nibbled on her lips and then licked them softly with the tip of his tongue before their tongues danced a Waltz in the midst of a long lingering deep kiss. Jill could hardly stand; her knees were weak. Ged spun her around and again started to plant kisses all over her neck. This time he used his fingertips to draw little lines over her ample chest. He gently squeezed her nipples and drew imaginary circles around them with his fingers. His touch was electric and Jill's breath had already begun to shorten. He spun her back around and they kissed again. This time Jill touched Ged's cock with her hands. She loved how it felt; how hard it was. She was amazed that she could barely get her fingers around it. She began to slowly rub it as Ged kissed her with loving tenderness. He pushed her towards the bed; she let him lead her. Jill lay back on the bed. Ged leaned over her and kissed her on the lips before planting a trail of kisses all the way down to her breasts. He began to gently suck and lick her. She could not believe how good it felt. Dave had played with her boobs before but never like this. Ged kissed and licked every inch of her boobs and then began to suck and nibble on her extremely sensitive nipples. They were sticking out more than they ever had before. Jill was in such a state of bliss that she instinctively pushed Ged's head down towards her most private area. He kissed her all the way down. Jill kept herself neatly shaved. Ged saw a small bit of well groomed hair that was shaped almost like an arrow pointing the way to heaven. He kissed her on the hair and then teasingly kissed her all around the area without getting to where she really wanted him. Then he gently parted her curvy thighs to reveal a very wet pussy. He played with it for a while; using his fingers to stimulate her further. He pulled her lips apart to reveal her clitoris. He gently flicked it until he saw her back arch and her beautiful green eyes roll back in her head. She was on the verge of cumming. He buried his head between her thighs and tipped her over the edge using his soft tongue to caress her ultra sensitive clitoris. Jill could not believe what she felt. She had thought that her first orgasm a mere one hour ago was intense but this was on another level. It was as if fireworks were exploding between her legs and fizzing through her body. She embraced the involuntary body spasms. She stopped breathing. She let out several loud moans and even murmured, 'Oh my God, that's amazing.' Ged climbed on top of Jill. He was between her legs, which were wide apart now. He kissed her softly. She could smell and taste her own sex on him. It drove her wild and she grabbed his head and kissed him deeply and passionately. Her hands were all over him. He was simply holding her face gently between his big hands. They kissed for a long time. She loved the feel of his weight pressing her body deep into the bed. Jill whispered, 'That was so amazing.' 'We have only just started babe.' Ged smiled at her and kissed her again. He reached a hand down between her legs to make sure she was still nice and wet. 'Are you ready?' 'Mmm, yes.' Jill had lust in her eyes. Ged positioned the end of his length on Jill's engorged lips. Just this little touch made Jill shiver with anticipation. He slowly pushed himself about one inch inside her vagina. Jill's eyes opened wide and she gasped loudly. It hurt so much but the feeling of fullness and of cock pushed against clitoris was astonishing. It somehow made the pain bearable; almost enjoyable. 'Are you okay?' 'Yes. Just take it slow. Let me get used to it. It's just so very big.' 'Don't worry.' Ged leaned in and kissed her slowly and ever so tenderly. He did not move his cock at all as he kissed her for a couple of minutes. He waited for her body to get used to his penetration. When he was confident that she was ready he pushed a little deeper. Her reaction was the same again so he waited and kissed her whilst looking lovingly into her eyes. For such a young guy he was really good at this. Several minutes later he had about six inches inside her. He guessed she was as full as she could manage for now. So he started to slowly make love to her. He slowly pulled out and then pushed back in over and over again. Jill was almost instantly breathless with the intoxicating mixture of pain and intense pleasure. Every few minutes Ged would pause and kiss her as she recovered slightly. He gradually got faster and in no time at all Jill lost complete control for the third time that night. This time was just as intense as the last except this time Jill was a bit louder. She shouted, 'Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes...' Over and over again until she finally finished climaxing. She was now utterly taken over by lust and she grabbed Ged's head and pulled him down for a deep passionate kissed whilst he continued to pump her full of his meat. Jill instinctively began to push back with her pelvis in perfect time with Ged driving him ever deeper. Although he was ever careful not to go too deep and really hurt her. In the next bed Dave began to move slightly. Jill and Ged were oblivious to this; they were in a world of their own. Dave did not fully wake up but he subconsciously recognised the sounds of sex and fell back to sleep. He was still very much worse for wear from unknowingly drinking alcohol. Ged and Jill continued kissing as they made love right up until Jill approach orgasm yet again. She stopped kissing when she could no longer breathe. Her back arched and she let herself fall into the welcome feeling of bliss. She made even more noise than last time. About half way through her climax Ged began to cum. He held himself deep inside Jill as he squirted load after load of his plentiful juice into Jill virgin womb. They both collapsed back onto the bed and immediately entwined themselves in each other in an amazingly intimate cuddle. They kissed for what seemed like hours until they gradually dropped off to sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 11 The next morning Dave began to stir. His head felt like it was splitting in two and his throat was as dry as a bone; he was suffering from his first ever hangover. Dave realised that he must have been drinking alcohol without knowing it at the time. He suspected that Ged probably got him drunk but he could not remember anything from last night. After a few moments he turned over and saw the blurred outline of a girl's coat on the floor. He was about to put his glasses on when he heard some sounds coming from the bathroom. His heart sank; Ged was obviously entertaining a girl in there. That was all Dave needed; he was desperate for a drink and his bladder felt like it was about to explode. He turned back over, pulled the duvet over his head and tried to ignore the sounds and his own discomfort. On the other side of the bathroom door Ged had Jill pinned against the wall of the shower. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and he supported her with his hands on her curvaceous ass. He was happily sliding his monster cock in and out of her tight pussy. Jill looked amazing. All of her curves were wobbling wildly; encouraged by every forceful stroke of Ged's weapon. Water was bouncing off her perfect skin as the shower cascaded is warmth all over them. Jill's eyes were rolling back in her head. She had been looking forward to starting her sexual journey at college but she did not know it was going to be this good this fast. She could hardly breathe when he was inside her. Her body started shaking even more wildly as she reached another ecstatic climax. Dave moaned to himself as he had no choice but to listen to the blissful screams from under his duvet. He prayed that Ged would finish soon so that he could relieve himself and get a drink. It was another three minutes or so before Ged felt himself ready to fill Jill with his potent juice. As he approached the moment he started pounding faster and deeper. Jill gasped with the extra depth; she had not thought it possible for him to go deeper. Her pelvis reacted violent to his pounding; driving him deeper still and it was not long before they both exploded. Ged pumped string after string of his hot sticky cum deep into Jess as she screamed with delight. Ged held Jill in same position for many minutes after, kissing her deeply. He left his cock softening inside her; it still left her feeling very full even when fully flaccid. Eventually he lowered her and they got out of the shower. As much as Dave did not want to see Ged or his girl he was glad they had finished; he might get to use the bathroom he so desperately needed. He almost got his wish but Jill bent over to dry her calves and her feet. Ged found the sight of her bent over too much to resist; he began to harden again. He walked behind her and placed his hands on his hips and gently pushed himself against her ass. Jill murmured, 'Mmmmm,' and wiggled her ass playfully against Ged's body. He responded by grabbing his cock in his hand and rubbing it against Jill's recently used labia. Even after just being fucked so completely the feeling of his rubbing sent shock waves through her body; she gave him another wiggle to indicate she up for what he was about to do. When Ged saw that she was not resisting he slipped back inside her wet pussy and pumped her rapidly from behind whilst Jill supported herself by placing her hands on the basin. Ged was mesmerised by Jill gorgeous bouncing ass as he fucked her brains out. He could not stop himself from giving it a hard slap. Jill responded with a loud squeal; the pain intensified her almost unbearably intense pleasure. It was not long before he had her cumming hard again. In the bedroom Dave really thought he would wet the bed if they did not finish soon. He was once again cautiously optimistic when he heard Ged's moans as he came for the second time that morning in whatever girl he had picked up last night. Would he now get to use the bathroom? A few minutes later the door opened. Dave did his usual trick of pretending to be asleep. He heard an oddly familiar whisper. 'Shhhh. We don't want to wake him.' 'Okay.' He heard Ged respond. Ged walked Jill to the door and began to kiss her; tenderly and gently at first but the kiss never seemed to end and it got increasingly passionate. Jill began to playfully grab Ged's cock (which was still hanging freely) and rub it a little bit. The kissing got more and more passionate until Ged began to direct Jill's head downwards. She kissed his body all the way down until she was on her knees. She grabbed his cock in her hands and began to rub it vigorously as she gently sucked on the head. Ged grabbed her head and drove it a little deeper. He began to rock back and forth; making love to her mouth. Those full luscious lips felt amazing against his rock hard cock. Dave could not believe it. When would they finish? When would he be able to empty his dangerously full bladder? When would he get a drink? After ten minutes he could not wait any longer. He turned over and put on his glasses. 'OH GOD NO!' Dave felt like his life had been destroyed in an instant. How could Jill do that to him? And with Ged of all people? He started crying uncontrollably. Near the door tears began to stream down Jill's face as the full force of her guilt at what she had done to Dave hit her. But she could not get up because Ged chose that very moment to cum down her throat. His grip on her head was both gentle but immovably firm. He squirted his load down her throat; she had no choice but to swallow. When Ged finally pulled out Jill collapsed into tears. She managed to gain enough control to stand up and stutter, 'I...I..I...am...I...am s..s...so sorry,' before she ran out of the room. Ged turned to Dave with a massive grin on his face. 'Shit dude. You would not believe how tight her virgin pussy was man. Damn that was hot. You should've nailed her when you had the chance loser. You will never get the chance now. Now she has had this.' Ged grabbed his cock right in front of Dave's face. 'She will never want this.' 'AAAAGGGGHHH!.' Ged had grabbed Dave's crotch in a vice-like grip. Ged laughed, got dressed and left. Dave hobbled to the toilet, sat down and painfully relieved himself. He sat there for over an hour crying. He did not know what to do. He did not know how it could have happened. ~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 12 The rest of the semester was torture for poor Dave. He still had to live with Ged. At least Jill had the decency to refuse to have sex with Ged in Dave's room. Dave never saw them together again. However, that did not stop Ged telling him every fine detail of his and Jill's extremely active sex life. They obviously fucked many times a day in an almost inconceivably large number of different positions and locations. Dave was given no choice but to listen to it all. He knew Jill would be horrified if she knew but he knew he could never tell her; Ged would kick his ass. For her part Jill felt incredible guilt about Dave but she could not help falling hard for Ged. He treated her like a princess whilst teaching her to be a dirty slut in the bedroom. She was addicted to sex with Ged. It made her feel so amazing; all of those orgasms; she would try almost anything with him. The guilt gradually began to fade and she was happy. However, there was no fairy tale happy ending. Jill and Ged did not stay together forever, get married and have kids. They dated for almost a year before going their separate ways. However, Ged was always good for a few sympathy fucks every time Jill split up with a boy. Sweet relief came for Dave at the end of the semester. He was able to move in with another nerd and they became firm friends. Neither lost their virginity until way after college. College Days I would like to thank all my editors: CambriaRose, KET1965, Sweetmary21 & tanglegirl. Without them this would not be up here. ---- Her slim, well-formed body jumped, and her large breasts jiggled as she turned the unfamiliar knob. The water cascaded down hotter than expected as she moved hastily from under the suddenly scalding shower. Her intent hadn't been to burn herself, but to wash away the traces of last night, and this morning. Her cute face shifted as someone entered the washroom. "Brad, is that you?" The girl asked turning her head sharply, attempting to make out the large figure beyond the blurry barrier that was the glass shower door. Having taken out her contacts, even if the glass wasn't blurred, seeing would still be pretty hopeless. "Who else would it be Jennifer? The washroom is attached to my bedroom." "Give me a break; this is my first time here," Jennifer said as she continued to turn the knob around and around trying to get it to an acceptable temperature. "Yeah that's true. Mind if I join you in there?" Brad asked directly beyond the shower's glass door. "Actually I need you in here, help me out with this fucking thing," Jennifer said with an urgent giggle as Brad opened the shower door. As it opened, all Jennifer's movement caused her long, wet blond hair to cover her left eye. On top of that, all about her was steam, now making even what was right next to her difficult to see. Jennifer, with her unblocked right eye, aided by her other senses, was quickly assured that it was the body that had been atop her last night and this morning. Although she had heard his voice, her raised fingers ran over his enormous biceps reassuringly, and the chiseled features of the skyscraper-like, Brad Weston. Brad towered over the five foot six girl, with his solidly built six foot seven frame. He typically rose above most in the real world, but it was just the right height to get him a basketball scholarship to Bryce University; the college they both attended. Jennifer ran a single polished finger over his cut body, advancing toward his massive biceps. She looked past his dimpled chin to his dark-blue eyes. Above his masculine frame and sexy face was his fashionable short, spikey hair. She didn't say a word as she dropped to her knees with the water cascading down over her head. "Suck my cock baby, please?" Brad pleaded as he quickly turned the shower to a tolerable temperature. He moved his hand over her wet bust, completely covering her double-d chest. His fingers caressed her soft mountainous peaks before they dropped from his range. Jennifer teased Brad, licking around his sizable package, moving inward, sucking each of his balls into her mouth. After he was well heated up, she took his long hardening shaft in hand licking the cock head possessively. Her delicate mouth easily engulfed half, seconds later she had worked most of the eight and a half inch cock into her wet, heated crevice. Her small hands rotated along the length, maximizing the effect of her enticing tongue. Using the beating water to her advantage, her hands and mouth worked the pole in-sync. Moving her full luscious lips once again, she focused on his cock head, licking the underside of the large pole. His murmurs became louder and clearer. She moaned as his enormous hands forced her down balls deep, momentarily humming over his rigid tool. Brad was hoping she would do what she had done for him this morning as he neared the end. Instead, she pulled her head back; Brad had wanted her to swallow his load, but her body language said not this time. Respectfully he heeded this, allowing her to fully retract her head. Her hands pumped away as spurt after spurt of white joy landed all over her, but mostly on her French tipped nails. Up on her feet, Jennifer washed her face off in the shower grabbing her hunk of a hookup for a deep sensual kiss. "Fuck me, now!" Jennifer demanded as Brad complied with a grunt, lifting her off her tip -toes, gripping her firm round ass with his large hands. He easily picked her up as he aligned his cock with her bald pussy. Thinking she had now adapted to his length and girth after their previous activities, he didn't ease in. Aided by her hand, he slammed away. Brad moved his cock in and out with his weight pinning Jennifer against the wall. He held her in alignment with his cradling hands. Jennifer screamed as Brad crushed his body into hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist like a vise, her hands now busily exploring his golden godlike frame. His cock aggressively hammered away in Jennifer's tight glove. To her sadness, after a few seconds he erupted, ending their little tryst, like he had before. Jennifer was still pinned against the wall as they kissed aggressively; their tongue's mirroring their bodies. Jennifer had been looking forward to last night's hookup since freshman year. But just like this morning and last night, she was let down with her lack of stimulation. Sure, he had the tools and the body, but he had no clue how to use it. He was quick to please himself and be on his way. However, Jennifer was mesmerized by Brad's handsome traits. She was happy enough to finger herself to where she needed to go. Her eyes followed him as his tight ass and dripping meat exited the shower. Brad had gotten what he wanted; after all he had fucked her every which way last night and early this morning. Well, except for anal. He'd pushed her, and she'd refused. In his mind, he added her answer up to the result of him refusing to go down on her. He never went down on a girl, and he never planned to. After she was clean, Jennifer went back in the room where the previous dirty deeds had gone down. She quickly got dressed, while Brad readied himself for a workout that would start on the bedroom floor. Jennifer put her short white dress on as Brad jumped into a tight workout shirt. Next, she began to put on her six-inch heels. She knew it wasn't a typical Monday morning dress code. It was blatant evidence of a walk of shame. If it was later in the day and not Seven A.M, her fifteen-minute walk to campus wouldn't be so scandalous. "Have fun in philosophy." Brad started laughing as he dropped to the floor doing a one-handed pushup. Jennifer looking on wished she was below him, blocking out the sure fact that he wouldn't last and the fact that she was just his latest conquest and he hers. "I'm not going. I'm going back to my dorm room to sleep," she said as she finished sliding her tiny feet into her black stiletto pumps. "Did you drop philosophy? I don't understand, doesn't it start in an hour?" "I'm skipping today. After last night, I don't think I can sit down and listen to Bertram drone on for three hours." "Did you hand in your essay early?" Brad asked as his body rocketed up and down. "It's due next week; how did you know about it?" Jennifer asked, surprised that Brad knew what was happening in her boring three-hour class. After all, he was just a casual fuck. "My cousin, I mean my roommate, well he's my cousin and my roommate, Peter...." "Yeah I get that," Jennifer said as she grabbed her larger than life Gucci bag, thinking how stupid Brad sounded. "Well, I'm sure he's in that class, and he's been working on it for weeks now. The date's been on the freezer since the beginning of the semester. Trust me; Peter doesn't fool around with shit like this; that's why our parents encourage us to live together. I mean, he refuses to do my work for me, but he still helps me a lot. He's great to study with." Jennifer stood there partially ignoring him as she went through her iPhone. There were so many missed texts. Then, there it was, the one that changed everything. "Saw u W Brad gueS u finshd d modrn philo essay erly" Jennifer looked at Brad with shock as if he'd told her he had AIDS. "That paper's worth forty percent!" She yelled. "Yeah I know, Peter's been pissing on about it forever." Brad said going on and on as Jennifer stood there in a dream-like daze, thinking about her options. "He worries about maintaining his 4.0 GPA so much he writes two different copies, for everything." "Peter does what?" "He writes two essays then picks the best one to hand in." Brad stated as he shot up onto his feet walking towards her. "I'll see if he's home, but he isn't going to let you have his backup. I mean, he wouldn't even do it for me, and I'm blood. Him and his morality bullshit!" "Just show me where he is!" She adjusted her bra pushing up her large breasts. Figuring she would flirt with what she pictured as a total geek, and he'd hand over the paper forthwith. She had never done something like this before, she wasn't the greatest student, but she always did her work. The truth is, she never really put all herself into it. But now she only had an hour to get the minimum twenty page essay done, or risk failing the class. If she failed this class that would blow her B average, meaning her parents would stop paying for college. She actually wanted to do well here and get her business degree, hopefully securing a good job, with dreams of working in Manhattan on her mind. Jennifer hated the fact that the Faculty of Business at Bryce had made a Philosophy minor mandatory, for the Bachelors in Business Administration. It was killing her. They walked into a bedroom toward the front of the house. The room was the complete opposite of Brad's; it was tidy and completely organized. "He's a bit anal, isn't he?" Jennifer asked aloud as she noticed the, "Never give up!" Winston Churchill poster. Below it, was a long bookshelf with autobiographies, encyclopedias and books unknown to her, with tabs throughout most of the pages. "A little I guess," he said with a shrug. Jennifer moved her hand to pick up one of the thickest and clearly well read books on the shelf, with "James Joyce," written on the spine. "Oh," Brad said looking beyond the window. "What?" "He must have been in the kitchen having breakfast." Brad said, pointing through the window to a black Ford Escape moving slowly down the driveway. Jennifer began her run downstairs immediately. "I'll text him to wait." He said as she made her way to the front door trying to run in her six-inch heels, as she tried not to fall. She stopped, abruptly removing her heels, catching Peter and his Escape in the middle of the street. Now out of breath, she opened the passenger door. For the first time, she looked at Peter. She hadn't met him before, but she was sure he heard her last night and early this morning. She regretted that now. "Brad just texted me, you needed a ride to campus?" He wasn't bad looking, she thought, his mop-top hairstyle made him look younger than he probably was, and his rectangular glasses simply did nothing good for him. In contrast to his cousin, he could be categorized as not worth her time, he was also much shorter than his cousin at what she guessed was five foot eleven. He was cute in an innocent, nerdy way. She was out of his league by miles. "My name's Jennifer," she said as she climbed into the seat. She quickly pulled down the mirror in the visor and touched up her make-up. She figured she only had a few minutes to flirt with him and get the paper before they arrived on campus. "I'm Peter," he said extending his free hand. She noticed his eyes weren't wandering over to her side, as he stared straight ahead almost clueless to her presence and her intent. She thought that was odd, and for a second she hoped he wasn't gay. As she thought that, he turned slightly and spoke. "You're in Early Modern Philosophy 304 aren't you, which philosopher did you focus on?" "Yeah, well that's why I needed to talk to you." "We have forty minutes before class if you want me to quickly edit your Term Paper. Although, I know it's the last minute, you've probably polished it already." "That's the thing," Jennifer said, brushing her still wet hair out of the way. "I didn't finish it... I thought it was due next week," "What?" He asked as the Escape passed the iconic century-old statue of the founder, Benjamin Bryce. "I thought it was due next week." "Professor Bertram doesn't allow late papers, and I mean never, unless..." "Yeah I know medical reasons. She's a real bitch!" Peter laughed at that and Jennifer smiled at the fact that she got him to lighten up. "So I..." She got out before Peter cut her off. The Escape headed down past the rows and rows of Elm trees that covered the campus road, toward the old gothic buildings, which was Bryce College, the undergraduate school within the greater university. "No!" "You don't know what I was going to ask?" "Yeah I do, my cousin told you about my backup paper. You can't have it. How ironic is it we're supposed to be learning about ethics, and you're...." "I'll fail the class!" She exclaimed as Peter parked. "You could have written it last night; instead of forcing me to endure your constant fake hollering. Just because you're hot doesn't mean... Look, I don't want to be an asshole, but I just can't do it. I'm sorry." "Fuck!" Jennifer thought under her breath that it sure did come back to bite her. She was losing ground fast. As Peter spoke, she decided there was only one thing she could do. She knew she wasn't the kind of girl to do it, but she had no other options and no alternative card to play. She felt this was a 'do or die' moment. She got over her nerves and hoped it would work. After all, he wasn't bad looking. She took off her seatbelt and lowered her head to his waist. "What are you doing?" He asked unable to make sense of the moment. Jennifer said nothing as her little hands busily unzipped Peter's khakis. She smiled as he turned hard instantly. She looked up; his face and lips seemed frozen with momentary shock, as if somebody had pulled a gun on him. She dropped her head taking most of him in right away. "Oh my God!" Peter shot out with his eyes on alert for passersby. His cravings and desires were more than in full swing, as his morality temporally exited his conscious state. His eyes rolled back. She layered his seven-inch cock with saliva as her head dived down the length slowly twisting around the head licking it with care, before repeating herself. As her head bobbed urgently, she quickly tied up her hair to keep it from getting in the middle of things. After minutes of working the length, her mouth focused on his cocks head, as her tongue licked away like her life depended on it. Her mouth grew tired, but she kept on. Unlike before, there was no extraordinary visual stimulant. Her hands now became entwined with Peter's as she pulled them under her dress, to her breasts. His fingers touched her large soft mounds, and that did it. "God I'm gonna, oh..." Peter blurted out as Jennifer engulfed the head. Seconds later he exploded in her warm wet mouth. "The double Ds did it, I guess!" She said with joking pride as he sat there speechless. "No one saw us, did they?" "No," he replied, his chest heaving. "Good. Okay, here's the deal. You give me that paper, so I can change the cover letter before class, and you can do whatever you want to me this Friday." Jennifer hoped he would accept. He looked like he was fighting himself as his teeth bit his inner lips. There was a pause and uncertainty for about a full minute before he spoke, "I want Saturday too." "You'll let me have it?" Jennifer said, her face glowing with joy. Looking straight at her with desire and conjured up assertiveness, he said. "I want something else right now, too." She looked a bit worried. Sure she could back out of fucking him this weekend, but right now wasn't something she could wiggle out of. "Anyone could see us if we have sex here." "I don't want to have sex with you. There's just something I like to do to girls that may be weird, I don't know. I've only done it a few times with this one girl. I'm kind of addicted to it, but haven't had the opportunity to do it much." "Okay," Jennifer agreed hesitantly, thinking she was lucky he'd parked in the back amid the thousands of cars. She watched as Peter reclined her seat, he placed his head where she had hers moments before. "You're going to..." She began to say gleefully as his tongue grazed her bald opening. Inching forward his fingers opened her tight flower. He licked her clit as his lips brushed her labia. Jennifer's flexible legs landed on Peter's back forcing him down. Her hands did the same to his head. Peter loved the smell and the taste of her pussy. This was proven as he ate her out with every lick and flick of his tongue. She was increasingly wet as he brought her fingers into the fray. He hadn't planned to, but it seemed like the natural course of action. He slowly moved a finger in and out, as his tongue, lips, and mouth intensified around her clit. "Oooommm, yeah, please just like that." She cooed uncontrollably and truthfully. He tongued the delicate flesh for minutes, with naval precision. With a purpose in mind outside his own enjoyment, he intensified his focus. Peter now fucked her with two fingers, her body moving with his every whim. When he pushed in, her hips moved forward to accept the forthcoming sensation of tongue and fingers. He was hitting all the right spots. Now at the brink Jennifer pushed his head down further as she went orgasmic. "Oh yeah, yeah, yes!" she moaned softly in fulfillment. However Peter kept up his licking, like oxygen was a foreign need. She didn't want him to stop, but she had to print out the cover letter. There was only twenty minutes before class would start. The parking lot also began to buzz with activity, "That was great, but we need to stop." "Did I do something wrong?" "No you were great, the best I've ever had to be honest, but I really need to print out the essay." Looking down she noticed he was hard again. 'He must really like this.' she thought to herself. "Did going down on me make you hard?" "Yeah, I really love doing it," he replied with a sheepish grin. She couldn't believe it; he was quite talented. If Brad could do that he would be perfect she thought. She began to wonder if Peter made up for the shortcomings of his cousin in other ways too, meaning stamina. He handed her the essay from his bag, but he did so hesitantly, "all Friday and Saturday?" He asked wanting to make sure they were clear. "Sunday too, please I need this now." With that Peter handed her the twenty five page paper. ----- Seventeen minutes later, Jennifer arrived at Early Modern Philosophy 304. Lecture hall B-27 was uncharacteristically full with about three hundred pissed-off business majors dragging themselves into the mandatory class. Dr. Bertram wasn't there but her TA. Kelly Metcalf was. She handed her the term paper titled, "Descartes: Thought & Existence." Not being able to read the essay, she simply reused Peter's title before she ripped off his cover letter. Jennifer began to sweat as the stolen paper now entered the pile. She regretted this; she wished she had remembered this beast of an assignment was due. "Jennifer?" called out a tall red-haired girl who stood across the lecture hall. "Sophie, hey," she said nearing her friend, as they walked to the seats at the back of the lecture hall, Sophie being one of her roommates back in the sophomore dorms. As Jennifer sat down Sophie started in on her. "So what happened with you and Brad Weston, is his cock really as big as they say?" She just blushed as all she could think about was Peter's fifteen minutes of going down on her. At least, it felt like it was that long. She began to get wet thinking about it. "Looking at you blush, you are so totally crushing on him." College Days "No, shut up I am not." Jennifer said broken from her thoughts. In her mind, she thought Sophie was talking about Peter. At that moment, her eyes caught Peter siting at the front, his laptop up and out. He wasn't doing the typical browsing; he sat there jotting down note after note. Sophie's gossiping had eclipsed the beginning of the class. Jennifer said one last thing. "That essay was a bitch; I texted you a reminder, but your phone was off; I'm glad you remembered." ---------- "Ooomh, look at you," a deep male voice moaned, as the voice's owner impaled his cock into the blond beauty beneath his toned defined body. It was before noon on Friday, and Jennifer was enjoying another hook up. He wasn't as muscled or as tall as Brad, but he had a GQ quality face topped off with medium cut wavy blond hair. As a symbol of his golden privilege, from time to time Luke liked to slip in that his last name was Bryce. No one questioned it because he seemed quite well off, due to the fact that he had an excess of cash and always wore something Polo, Lacoste, or Brooks Brothers. The Bryce name worked to get the most out of your league girls, anywhere. When you added the fact that the college was founded by the family, and that Luke was already higher than a ten on all scales, he went home with a different girl every night or sometimes two or three at a time, unbeknownst to his girlfriend of course. "Right there, fuck me Luke!" Jennifer hollered out, but as she said this it ended. "Urgh urgh," Luke grunted cumming, seconds after he pulled out one of the widest cocks Jennifer had ever been fucked with. "What?" She said as she felt the twitching void. "Sorry Babe, you're gonna have to finish yourself off; I was supposed to be somewhere like an hour ago." He jumped off the bed throwing on his clothes like he was a criminal making an escape. "Can you probably, you know," Jennifer said pointing at her just used vagina as a signal to ask Luke to replicate the acts of Peter days before. "No way, I don't do that- plus I just came inside you that's disgusting. You're joking right?" Luke asked with a laugh. Jennifer's disappointment was vividly stamped on her face, as he gave her a huge kiss. "I'm sorry; my parents are supposed to meet me at the MB 'Margaret Bryce' dorms, they're going to be staying with family around here, for the next week and a half until homecoming, so they can meet my..." Luke suddenly stopped before he put his foot in his mouth, which would totally kill his game. "To meet your what, and why are they meeting you at MB that's an all-girls dorm?" Jennifer asked as she began to rise to her feet confronting the now clothed six foot two man, whose seed now trickled down her leg. Pausing looking for a way out, Luke decided to put his cards on the table, "They're coming to meet my girlfriend Cassie." "Get out... just go!" Jennifer yelled. Luke just smiled as she pointed him to the door as she grabbed for a robe not feeling comfortable exposing herself to him anymore. As he walked out under his breath, he whispered, "Fucking slut!" She began to tear up as she caught the tail end of the whisper. She had only slept with a handful of guys in her twenty years on earth. All through high school she'd dated the same guy. The relationship ended when he decided college wouldn't be a part of his future, staying in their Charlotte neighborhood doing God knows what. They had planned to attend state college together. However his decision freed her to leave North Carolina and accept admission to the best college in New York State. Her freshman year she had sex with two different guys, the same number as this year, although the school year had just started a little over a month ago. Then she thought of Peter, could she really consider what they did as sex? If so she didn't want to think of the revised number, due to her other hook ups. Then she remembered her deal with Peter, and it seemed he would be number six. She regretted it now, the last thing she wanted was to feel even more used after Luke's comment. She didn't want to legitimize the slurs of a spoilt brat. -------- Jennifer jumped into the shower, and fifteen minutes later she was out the door; she dressed her mood. The whole Luke thing had made her a bit depressed. She wore jeans an Ivey league blue, Bryce University sweater and her pink Nike's. She took the shortcut through College Park, which separated the college campus from the student village, where most seniors lived, and where the student population went to party, escaping the confines of campus security. As Jennifer crossed the path, something hit her. She noticed a couple walking together hand in hand. She reflected on what she saw and what she remembered about having a boyfriend. She missed just cuddling with a warm body without the pressure of sex. With thoughts running around her reflective mind, she arrived at the edge of Mack Street. Her final destination was only steps away, but she had doubts. "I don't need to do this." She thought to herself. But something about her perception of Peter encouraged her to go. Yes, he gave in to her proposal but a lesser guy would have resisted less, and she did force herself on him after all. Jennifer convinced herself that everything would be okay, as she hoped to put this behind her quickly. She walked up to the big black door of number ten. She rang the doorbell waited and there was no answer. She buzzed a second time; she counted her blessings, but before she could develop a full thought about leaving, the door swung open. Peter stood there in a red apron, for some reason Jennifer expected him to be less clothed. "Sorry I took so long. I was cooking, and the fan was on. Come in." He ushered the blond into the house. As Jennifer followed Peter into the kitchen, her nose took over. "What is that... it smells good, really good?" "Well, Publix's had this crazy half-price sale on lobster, so I decided to buy two." Before he could finish speaking, she cut him off. "You cook?" "I try. You seem surprised." "Well it smells like you're succeeding, to be honest I've never met a guy who cooked before." Jennifer said loosening up, mentally and literally as she dropped her bag and took off her unnecessary sweater. "Thanks," Peter said smiling. "Why don't you put your stuff on the couch over there, and we'll have lunch." They sat in silence eating. Before she broke it, "are you a philosophy major?" "No, business, I'm assuming you're not one either." "Why would it be hard to believe that I'm a philosopher?" "I wasn't attacking you, sorry. I just figured you were one of us business majors stuck with doing the mandatory philosophy minor." Peter said attempting to defend his words. "Why'd you assume that?" She had another bite of the most delicious thing she had since being home. "You don't dress like a philosophy major or look like a philosophy major. I wasn't calling you dumb. I just don't see many girls that naturally look like they could be walking down a runway, studying philosophy." He stated digging himself into a deeper hole. "Okay well, you're right. I'm a lowly greedy business major, and I do hate the class." Before Jennifer could continue, all she could remember from Peter's comment was that he thought she naturally looked like a model; she was blushing on the inside. "Are you a sophomore too?" He asked with a slight chuckle to Jennifer's statement, as he attempted to change the subject. "Yeah I'm a sophomore; I figured that you were a senior like your cousin, how do you live off campus I thought only seniors were allowed off?" "Well, it's complicated. I do enough courses during the year, and in the summer that I will probably graduate next school year, but technically, I'm still a sophomore. Juniors can apply to the housing office for exemptions, but they only grant a few. Oh, and Brad's a junior not a senior." "Yeah, that's true," Jennifer lied not really wanting to talk about Brad. Peter stood over the table scratching his head, awkwardly, his mind somewhere else. She moved the plates to the sink. "That was a great meal, by the way," she said. Peter turned toward her as he began to speak. "So, ah we should go to my room." He said, making it sound more like a question than a statement. "Yeah we should, I guess." Jennifer said blindly following Peter up the somewhat familiar stairs. Thoughts of Brad's jealously didn't come into to play; the kind giant was quite the player off the court, both of them knew that they were simply fuck buddies. However, as they neared Peter's bedroom and passed Brad's, the question escaped her lips. "Is your cousin home?" "No he's away at a friend's cottage for the weekend." "Enough said." "No actually it's not. I know you don't want to do this, and to tell you the truth, there are parts of me that are fighting other parts of me about this decision... I'm going to ask you to do something for me, and it's not sexual." Jennifer stood there stunned at the turn of events. "What? I don't understand?" She said in surprised relief standing in the bedroom, which screamed 'I don't have a life.' "I want you to write me an essay." He said as her eyebrow rose. "What do you mean?" "I've been trying to shake the thought since Monday, I have this guilt nestled inside me, and this is the only solution I could think of." Peter said as he pointed to the pile of books on his desk. "You want me to write you an essay, I don't understand, for class?" Jennifer asked both confused with a mix of surprise and relief at the same time, as she picked up the book at the top of the pile it read, "Second treatise on Government, John Locke." Besides the pile of books, she noticed a legal pad. At the top was written, "The Longevity of Society & Morality." -------- To Peter's surprise, his plan went off smoothly, Jennifer actually seemed happy to read the passages he laid out for her, promising to come back tomorrow to type it up, with this new agreement superseding the one formed in lust and poor reasoning, five days ago. Hours later he stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of them; he had just opened the oven to check on the tray of pork chops. Somebody came up behind him and gave his rear a slap. His body propelled itself forward, yelling out in pain as if he had burnt himself. "I'm sorry! Are you okay? I was just playing around, is your hand ok?" She asked as he turned around smiling with his oven mitts on. "That wasn't funny; I thought I really hurt you." She said with a straight face. "Well that's what you get for grabbing my ass." "Is that all your going do about it, yell like a bitch?" She teased, her face now baring a mischievous smile, daring him to reciprocate her actions. He smiled and took off the gloves with one swoop, as Jennifer took off, and he bolted after her. She headed into his bedroom, and Peter followed, as he playfully pushed her onto his bed. He landed on top of her staring into her light-blue eyes. Looking into the blue wonders opened up his hunger to unimaginable proportion. Peter felt so hard it hurt; his head lowered, and she accepted his lips as they kissed. Peter's fingers began to unbutton her blouse; she was trying to lift up his shirt. Their hands and arms working against each other, they laughed into each other's mouths. As if their minds were now in sync, they both took of their own tops. Jennifer's display was clearly more impressive than that of Peter's scrawny chest. He marveled at the stunning blond as his fingers cupped her double D bust encased in a black and pink bra. After the initial glance, he was fixated on the beauty in front of him. His hands cupped her breasts and breathed in the same glorious scent his nostrils were surrounded by. Peter surrendered to his emotion, as he lost control of himself kissing her neck, moving up to her ear lobe. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. In another breath meant for himself, he said, "God, I'm so lucky." Jennifer smiled as she began to blush under his scrawny frame. Staring into her eyes without hesitation, he peeled off his pants. Next he quickly took off his boxers. As Peter lay atop of Jennifer he began to pull away her thin black panties, but she stopped him. "You're going to have to beg if you want to, you canceled our deal remember?" She said with a wide seductive grin. Peter lowered his body and his head to her large breasts kissing her hardened nipples as his fingers encircled her areolas. "Please?" he begged, as he lowered his body further. "Please?" he asked again as he now kissed her chest and her stomach. She began to lower her panties very slowly matching the lowering of his body. "Please?" he asked once more, kissing her belly button, and she responded with a little uncontrolled laugh as he tickled her. His cock head was now aligned with her moist vagina; he stopped and looked up at her as she surrendered her hold on her panties. She looked into his eyes knowing what he wanted, refusing to give in. He tongued the outside of her bald mound grazing the entrance of her tight vagina. Jennifer bit her lips before the word he waited on escaped her lips. "Please," with that Peter pushed his tongue into the quivering tight hole that dripped at his tongue's every movement and whim. His tongue seemed to be trying to wrap itself around her clit, as it licked busily. He tongued her wet flesh, opening it further with his fingers. His hand returned up top to her large breasts. His fingers squeezed tenderly; her hands landed on top of his, guiding his fingers to her erect nipples. As the moment intensified her hands dropped to the side of the bed gripping it tightly as his tongue caused her legs to thrash about. "Oooommmgh, oh ugh, ugh, God!" Peter's tongue licked at the top of her vagina driving her mad with ecstasy, as her clit absorbed the intensity of the keen sucking and licking motions. His tongue focused intently on its target. His hands made the sacrifice of leaving her breasts, but before they could reach her vagina Jennifer's own fingers tightened on the sheets and the bed, gripping them. Her toes curled back. She more than moaned as she screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Without missing a beat, he pulled his lanky body on top of the goddess. He positioned his cock at her entrance. He moved his flesh along her opening teasingly. "Fuck me, please!" She begged. "Fuck my pussy." He slapped at the wet welcoming entrance. He did so while staring in her eyes. He eased his cock head under the pressure of her succulent pussy, pausing and holding in place to take in the moment and to adapt, as his cock eased into the drenched but grippingly tight crevice. Peter now pushed in and out, his ass bustling away. He was ready to explode at any second. "Fuck I'm cumming!" Jennifer took this warning unexpectedly as her legs rose up to wrap around Peter, pulling his body down deeper. As he began to pull out she wouldn't give way, "cum inside my pussy!" Jennifer smiled looking into his eyes seeing the bliss as he filled her cunt. Even after he came, she wouldn't release him as he began to speak she gave him a bold unyielding kiss, his cock went balls deep and snuggled into her increased tightness. Staring into her light-blue eyes, his cock solidified beyond what it had been previously. He began to fuck her harder and harder on his own; he took her legs, pulling them next to her shoulders in a contorted fashion, pinning them as he fucked her into a frenzy. He didn't know where he got the energy, but he kept this up for quite a while. "You have the most beautiful eyes." Peter said truthfully as he took a deep look into her blue wonders. "So beautiful," he moaned truthfully as he pulled half his length away to return it twice as hard the next time. Jennifer blushed and moaned under Peter's honest kind-hearted effort. He slowed down, slowly pushing his hips into her as they French kissed. His hips pushing and pulling her tight wet pussy for a period elapsed of time. Jennifer had a thought as she sat there twitching about. She grabbed for a pillow putting it under her back. Peter picked up speed as he rammed away into the arched goddess now hitting somewhere he hadn't before, and she went crazy. As she screamed in orgasmic fulfilled ecstasy, so did the house around them as an alarm beeped away. Peter was quick on his feet as he opened the door releasing a thick amount of smoke into the room. He grabbed for the fire extinguisher and ran to the oven. He quickly jumped into action releasing the extinguisher and turning the oven off. While Peter tackled the burning pork chops, she stood there a bit stunned and weak legged. More than an hour had fluttered by as they had sex, and she stood there surprised content and happy. Even though the problem was quickly resolved, a fire truck showed up. Jennifer was outside dressed in her jeans, blouse, and sweater trying to hide her disheveled hair. They reeked of "just been fucked," with Peter standing there with his pants and a wrongly buttoned shirt. As the lead fireman asked Peter what happened a few of the firefighters tried to deduce how it was possible for someone like Peter, to be alone with someone like the blond bombshell. They muttered amongst themselves about how impossible it was that those two were together. With one fireman actually trying, but failing, to get her cell number. With all said and done, the firemen left the mismatched pair to a smoke-filled house. Jennifer took charge right away opening up the windows. "It's going to take a while for this place to smell better. Why don't you stay with me for the weekend?" She offered as she pressed her body against his as he helped open a sticky window. Not being stupid, Peter accepted. That evening he packed a bag and, and they piled into his Escape and drove to campus. As they were in the SUV, she lowered herself abruptly dropping her head to his waist, as she released his recently well used cock. "Jesus Christ, Jenn!" Peter called out accidentally giving her a nickname. Her full lips locked around his cock. She worked it twisting around and going deep, as Peter simply tried to focus on the road. He almost hit a car. Her head popped up slightly and the guy in the other car who appeared to be a Bryce student gave him thumbs up. Peter blushed, a little as he gave the stranger an acknowledging smile. She dropped her head back down not knowing she had been spotted. Well, of course, the guy in the car had no clue who she was. Peter felt as if Jennifer's tongue had wrapped itself around his cock as her lips moved down and up quickly. "I'm a," He began to say. In response, she lowered her head further, taking his entire cock in as he released himself in the depths of her throat. Minutes later the two walked hand in hand through the campus proper. "So that paper I asked you to write?" "Yeah, I was like two pages in before we you know." "Oh you're going to do it." "Yeah it's actually kind of fun. I get the irony of the topic you chose; I think it'll be fun." Jennifer responded once again befuddling Peter. "I don't get what's happening here." Peter stated as they began to cut across the perfectly manicured quad. "We're just having fun..." Jennifer said as she was cut off by a loud quickly approaching voice. "Mr. Weston!" Called out the male voice, that neared in on the two of them. "Do you know who that is?" Jennifer asked staring at the white-haired man in the tweed blazer. "It's the dean of business." Peter said as Jennifer's stomach went into tangles. "Ah, Mr. Weston I sent you an email but since I have you here, well I digress." College Days "Yes, Mr. Rice." "I had a meeting with President Trotter and Provost Bertram yesterday. They were asking me to recommend a student to show the campus to a special guest, who'll be visiting the campus for Home Coming next weekend." "Sure I can do that." "Who's the guest?" "Someone from Administration usually handles this specific tour. But since John Bryce is in a coma, Mark Bryce is making the trip, and they figured a student would make a better guide." "Mark's twenty two so it makes sense that he'd relate to a student better, on top of that he's the family patriarch. He controls the money and owns the company, not his dad who married into the family," the Dean said as Peter looked on like a deer in headlights. "You want me to give a tour to the great, great, great-grandson of the schools' founder." "I think you missed a great or two." She said chiming in. The Dean burst out with a scholarly laugh to Jennifer's less than funny comment. As he removed his large round glasses, he gave them a needless wipe with a cotton cloth. "We believe this is the first-time Mark will be visiting the campus; The Bryce family founded this school 180 years ago, but less than a handful of the main family have attended the school. They primarily attend Dartmouth. Mark's mother Margaret was the first family patriarch to attend Big Blue." "I don't get what you want?" Peter asked as Jennifer stood beside him patiently and statuesque in posture. "Provost Bertram had the idea of a student taking him out, bring him to parties, you and your friends would bring him to the homecoming game, and the homecoming parties, teach him about the spirit of the Brigadier's and Big Blue." "In truth we want to develop a long-lasting connection with him. He's studying for a joint JD/MBA at Harvard right now, but we wouldn't mind if he switched to the home team." Dean Rice said with a smile. "I don't have..." Peter began to say; mentioning his lack of friends before the glowing blond to his left intuitively cut him off. "Peter will do a great job, and I'll help if I'm allowed," Jennifer said displaying a radiating smile that could disarm the tensest conflict. "Sorry, I never introduced myself to you Miss?' "I'm Jennifer Miller," she said accepting the dean's hand. "Great to meet you Miss Miller, I'm Albert Rice, Dean of Business." "Nice to meet you Mr. Rice," she said shaking his hand. "What's your major?" "I'm in business like Peter." "Ah, you're one of us realists, I bet you have great contempt for the Philosophy component of the degree?" "It's not that bad!" She lied as Peter gave her a knowing look. "Most business students hate it, but I'll tell you what it's a main part of the reason why our business school is ranked amongst the top three in the country. Plus we produce an above-average amount of CEO's with one unique difference..." the Dean said as Peter chipped in. "They're not afraid of showers," Peter said rolling his eyes, as the Dean began to laugh hysterically, and Jennifer stood there confused at what was apparently an inside joke. The Dean looked at the confused face of Jennifer. "You don't get it; all the other CEO's are getting locked up. Peter here has heard me say it like a thousand times." The Dean said tapping Peter on the shoulder. "Yes I have," he said waiting for what was now a painful moment, to end. They said goodbye and just before they parted way's the Dean gave them a warning. "You should stay on the path." "What do you mean?" Jennifer asked. "The path in the quad," the Dean began to say. Peter wanted this to be over quickly, he usually loved conversations with Dean Rice, but he felt out of his comfort zone with everything this week; he wanted to rush to the presumed safety of Jennifer's dorm. "The quad's path is reminiscent of your life path. As an undergrad you don't have the critical knowledge, and the foundation to live the life of virtue and consequence, required of a good member of society. I think it's a British tradition that says only Professors or graduates can walk across the quad." "Very good Mr. Weston. A bit rough around the edges but spot on. You're well on your way to cutting across." Dean Rice said as he ventured back across the Quad to head to his own campus residence. Peter continued walking as he was until Jennifer pulled him onto the marble covered walkway. "That was annoying; I hate hearing him pontificate!" "Not really, I like him; he seems dedicated, he reminds me of someone I know," she said turning directly toward Peter with a chuckle as he gave her a playful shove. "You're just anxious to get me back to my room." "No, I never expected." "Of course you did, and I expect you to do it all night; however, you want me." Jennifer said licking his ear, "but you have to wait until I finish some more of this essay, okay?" "What?" He asked genuinely surprised. "I have all the books in my bag; I want to fix this, so we... So we can start fresh." Jennifer said as they finally passed the marble covered path of the near two-century-old quad affectionately called "The Green," by all "Brigadiers." Brigadiers being the Bryce University varsity team name. Increasingly, it surpassed the school nickname, which historically had been Big Blue. ----- A few minutes later, they cut through campus by the way of tunnels and carefully followed paths. Jennifer's bedroom was in an apartment of four; it was one of the newer dorms on campus. It was a well-kept place with a flat screen in the living area; Peter was a bit envious. The apartment was clean with illuminating posters, the popular "Keep calm and carry on," poster hung on the wall. Together they walked into her room, which was pretty tidy. "Wait outside while I at least add another page, it won't be long." "So you want me to wait outside the apartment?" "No, in the living room don't be stupid, you'll distract me." Peter sat in the living room twiddling his thumbs about as a figure exited a room on the opposite side of the apartment. She thought she was alone, as she walked to the kitchen with a loosely wrapped towel, which only really covered her upper half. Peter didn't know if he should introduce himself or not, he didn't want to startle her. The tall red head went into the fridge bending over muttering something. Her long red hair fell just above her waist, as she bent down her hair blocked her side view and her beautiful long legs became ever present. Down she went in search as she unknowingly displayed her firm ass and a trimmed vagina. The red head pulled out a carton of orange juice drinking straight from it. By this point Peter thought it would be weird just to pop up, what would he say to her. "I've been watching your half-naked body, nice shaving down there, wink!" Just then, a knock came at the apartment door, and he was sure the red head would spot him now. "One second." She yelled as she ran to her room by-passing the front door. She emerged void of a towel, but to Peter's disappointment, she wasn't naked. She now had a robe on. Looking through the key hole she smiled as she loosened her robe and opened the door. Peter wasn't expecting what happened next as a blond girl appeared. "My roommates are out." The red head stated as the blond placed a bag on the floor, as it made a clinking sound. "Okay let's hurry before the others come over to start pre-drinking," the blond said as she began taking off a short colorful dress. It had splashes of oranges and blue and an array of colors on a white background. Peter thought it looked to be a designer dress; the same as her fancy encased heels and prominent golden earrings. She was well made up; her long golden hair moved to amplify the glow of her bronzed skin. The two girls headed to the bedroom as they began kissing each other. Their hands became entwined, the cohesive pair moved slowly to the bedroom. Peter sat there like a statue as they began to move out of his line of sight. Just before this happened, the blond, whose eye lids had been closed as she kissed the red head, now popped open. She spotted him with her left eye. She didn't skip a beat as she gave him a wink unbeknownst to the red head. He was hard and ready to overload at any time now. The blond kept the two bodies in transition to the bedroom as she gave the read head a deep French kiss her fingers dropped to the redheads opening; she began fingering her right there. The red head gasped pulling her head back as the two escaped into the room. Peter heard whispered moans, and he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted in on the fun. He got up and barged into the room with the two girls. He hurried as he fucked the two girls mercilessly. That didn't happen, the part where he barged into the room and fucked the lesbian pair mercilessly. In truth after seeing the lesbian action in the kitchen, Peter jumped from the chair and headed toward Jennifer's room. She was busy typing away. "Jenn, are you done yet?" He jokingly whined. "I actually like that name it reminds me of home." Jennifer said as her fingers tapped away on the keyboard. Peter got behind her bending down as he kissed her head. "I guess I made you wait long enough," she said as she closed the laptop. Then she paused as a light went off in her head. "I'll be back, take off your clothes." She said as she went into her closet grabbed a bag and left. Peter complied, sitting there naked; he began jerking his cock, as he imagined the two girls fucking each other. He imagined the blond with a strap on as she fucked the red head in missionary. The blonde's breasts jiggling with every thrust inward. He was broken from his shameful dream as Jennifer re-entered the room. As he witnessed what stood in front of him with his fingers busily running along his cock, he erupted furiously. Jennifer stood in front of Peter wearing a sexy revealing superwoman outfit, clad in blue with most of her body exposed. "I take it; you like it?" She began to straddle the already hardening cock; she got on top of him as her hands aligned his cock with her pussy. Her inviting pussy swallowed his manhood. Their eyes never broke from each other as Jennifer rode Peter to the edge. She moved her gripping warm wet pussy up and down with cheetah-like speed seeing in his eyes that he could cum at any time. In an abrupt turn, she slowed as her eyes closed, her hand covering over Peter's fingers that were busy working at her clit. Rolling her eyes back she screamed, "Oh my God Ughhhhhh." His hand went straight for her large breasts as he fondled them through the blue material hoping in his mind that he could lick them later. Her hands now ran over his skinny frame. She smiled as his face contorted, and she knew he would blow in any second. She dropped her body down on his cock, lower and lower. He began to speak, but she cut him off. "I know," she said, "cum inside me baby." "God you're beautiful," he said as he exploded in the blond goddess. She collapsed on top of his body. He brushed her wavy blond hair away as he stared into her blue wonders. As they now spooned together he rubbed his cock against her ass and her thigh. With turned heads, they kissed passionately. His cock parted her pussy lips once more as they continued to spoon. Peter's fingers rubbed her clit intuitively, his length steadily moving inward, as their sweaty flesh became one. ----- Saturday passed with the same passion that encompassed the ending of Friday night. Except the times when Peter was taken hostage by Jennifer's stunning roommates, with their barrage of questions. He met Sophie, the red head, but never met the blond girl from the night before. It seemed Sophie had no clue that she had been spotted. All the coeds were excited about the tour he would be giving the young billionaire, and all agreed to help out. Right then he felt like Hugh Heffner. Jennifer finished her paper that Saturday night. The roommates tried to drag the mismatched couple out to some house parties late that night, but Jennifer was drained. She fell asleep like a rock and so did Peter, in her bed as they cuddled together. Sunday, the two entranced sophomores tired and needing to catch up on work stayed in their own homes. While checking her emails Jennifer discovered that Early Modern Philosophy 304 was canceled for the following morning. Later, that night, she found an email from the Provost's office, requesting an immediate meeting. Distress replaced joy as she tried to call Peter. It was late Sunday night, and she figured he was in bed; she tried to fight her fears and did the same. Early Monday morning one of the roommates let Peter into the apartment. As he saw Jennifer, a large smile appeared on his face. They embraced, and he could feel her distress. She showed him the email. "Did Dr. Bertram report me to her husband or something?" "No I'm sure everything will be fine..." Peter paused. "You don't know, do you?" "Don't know what?" "Professor Bertram and Provost Bertram they're the same person. The rumor is when she was promoted years back; she would only take the promotion if she could still teach a few classes." "Thanks. That bit of information helps, now." "Sit down with me," she followed his words as they sat on the bed. "Everything will be fine, do you trust me?" "You're probably the only guy here I actually trust." In an hour Peter walked with her to the GAB 'General Alexander Bryce' administration building. Peter and Jennifer sat outside the Provost's office hand in hand. A familiar, gracefully-aged black skinned woman looking quite vice regal walked out, passing a younger attractive raven-haired secretary. "You know you're going to have to get used to the intercom, or I'm going to be redundant," stated the raven-haired secretary. The black woman ignored the words, turning her shiny heels toward her guests, and her eyes toward the walnut encased grandfather clock that she set her life by. "Miss Miller, please join me in my office. Mr. Weston?" The provost said in surprise. "Nice to see you again, you can wait for Miss Miller out here," she said giving him a suspicious once over. Jennifer Miller walked behind the woman she thought was simply a Professor, days ago. Jennifer passed a long hallway to the office, plastered with portraits of old white men. Portraits dedicated to the memory of past Provost's. They walked into a large plush office. After politely refusing tea Jennifer's fears were realized. "Miss Miller, do you know why it is that you sit here today?" "No," she lied. "I received a package of about thirty percent of the marked Modern Philosophy term papers back. You had one of the highest marks in this batch. Even after I read it, I had to agree with my marker. Then I asked myself how is it someone who averages a seventy five percent per assignment received a ninety-three, on the longest paper she's probably ever written." She waited for an answer, with a hawk like presence. "I searched for plagiarism, but couldn't find one, now I see one of my brightest pupils sitting outside waiting on you like a school boy crush. Quite unusual don't you think? Tell you what I'm going to do I'm going to quiz you on your essay." Right then Provost Bertram pulled out an essay, Jennifer's eyes widened as they saw the title. The title was, "The Longevity of Society & Morality." The essay she had written for Mark. And not his, "Descartes: Thought & Existence." Jennifer answered every question with in depth and precision, as she smiled inward. Provost Bertram ended the meeting with a smile. "I would like to apologize, but I warn you I expect this quality of work from you from hence forward. Not to produce good works when you're more than capable of it, is a great disservice to yourself and your fellow woman." "Aristotle says, we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit. Miss Miller I'll be making sure my colleagues raise their expectations as well." With that Jennifer had escaped hell. She exited to a smiling Peter, who explained how Kelly Metcalf the T.A owed him, and how he had made the switch yesterday. After escaping the GAB building, she pulled Peter close for a deep kiss as they rolled on the green. All Peter could think was; I love this girl. As they rolled around Peter froze as the word love escaped a mouth. It wasn't his! College Days The cabin had been built in the 1950's by a wealthy Boston couple that wanted an excuse to escape the city life without having to leave their beloved Massachusetts. Every summer they would drive their children across the state to visit with nature in the "wild lands" of Western Massachusetts for a few weeks. Massachusetts was their home and they wanted to stay there even in vacation. The cabin was sold by the couple's children in the 80s when the upkeep became too much and it was bought by a moderately successful investment broker in New York City who couldn't afford to join his colleagues in the Hamptons. He tried to pretend that his cabin in MA made him edgy and adventurous, but it was a poor cover for his failures. During the decade that he owned it his visits only increased as his potential for promotion and drive slowly decreased. He sold it shortly after he lost his job. He was able to get a less stressful job in Texas and ended up settling down with a fairly pretty wife and decently bright kids who, despite a few rough patches, turned out all right. A struggling, reclusive, but talented writer bought it from him for quite the bargain, but he only lived there for a few years until he realized that being the "reclusive writer" was no longer the image that he wanted to maintain. He moved to Jersey due to its proximity to New York City and cheaper rents, and while he was able to publish a few short stories and a novel that sold decently; he was never able to put aside his desires to be a writer in order to fulfill his talent and write. He sold it to a couple who wanted to raise their children away from the city and suburbs, but hard times forced them out of the wilderness and into the home of her parents in 1998. This caused an understandable friction in their marriage. She accused him of not working hard enough and he accused her of not being supportive of his struggles. Her parents thought he was a nice boy who couldn't handle the pressures of work and marriage. He eventually was able to right the ship, and they moved to a small house in the suburbs 15 months later. Their marriage never recovered from those hard times and they divorced in early 2000. They would both privately admit that they had not tried hard enough to save the marriage during those difficult years. The house struggled in the early 2000's, but was bought in 2004 by lesbian couple who had grown tired of the Texas heat. At first, they had lived there full time, but eventually moved to North Hampton in order to be closer to their work. One taught at Smith while the other owned an erotic boutique that catered to the more adventurous students and housewives in the area. A commute of any sort is Hell during a Massachusetts winter; especially if you are Texan. That is how the cabin fell into the hands of Cat. Her Aunt, being the young entrepreneur in North Hampton, offered it to her during any long weekends or vacations. Cat had failed to utilize the cabin during her first two years at college, but junior year, on a whim, she invited two of her friends along for spring break. Jackson and Amanda were two of her apartment mates who were not planning on leaving campus for break and they were more than willing to spend a week in the middle of nowhere with her. The details were worked out easily enough and all that remained was to pack. "It can get pretty chilly up there at night, but my Aunt says that it is generally pretty warm during the day," Cat reminded them as they headed to their rooms to pack. Jackson and Amanda nodded before heading off to their rooms. Jackson tossed a few clothes into a bag and got ready for bed. He had underwear, layers, jeans, and would bring a jacket or two, so he felt he was fine. He normally didn't stress too much about packing. It was only eleven and he wasn't quite sure how to entertain himself for the rest of the night. He didn't feel up to reading, and porn, while it would do in a pinch, really didn't hold his interest at this moment. He could hear Amanda talking on the phone in her room. Their rooms shared a paper thin wall and he could often hear her putting around in there. When they first moved in, Jackson assumed he would be able to listen in on her having sex with her boyfriend on a regular basis, an exciting prospect, but while he did occasionally hear moans and bed squeaks coming from the other side of the wall; it was not nearly as much as he had hoped. Amanda had always been more reserved when it came to sex. Jackson assumed that they were usually very quiet or strategically waited to have sex when no one else, or at least he, was out. Jackson sat down at his desk that was shoved against the shared wall, turned on his computer, and stared at the ceiling while he waited for the computer to load. The ceiling was made up of those fragile tiles that are so common in office buildings and cheap apartments. On a boredom fueled whim, Jackson climbed up on his desk and pushed up a ceiling tile to explore what lay hidden above his head. He pushed up the tile and shoved his head through the opening and he was immediately met by the stale musky air. There were a few old pipes, some spider webs, and little else. He thought about thumping the floor of the upstairs apartment to see if he could get them to think it was a ghost, but decided to avoid a puerile and unexciting activity. He was getting ready to give up and look at porn for the evening when he saw a sliver of light coming from Amanda's room. He looked closer and saw he was looking directly into Amanda's room. She was walking around the room while talking on the phone and packing. She was still wearing her corduroy pants, but she had taken off her shirt and was wearing only her black bra. Jackson's eyes widened in surprise and he knew that he should look away, but the whole experience was too exciting for him to quit. She was trying to fold a shirt while the phone was tucked between her ear and shoulder. "But R," she said—talking to her boyfriend Roland who had already gone home to New Hampshire—"You already said that there wouldn't be time for me to go visit you anyway, so I don't see why you're so upset about this." Jackson watched her tanned back as she continued to struggle with her multi-tasking. "It sounds like you're just pissed because now I have something to do while you're gone," she hissed into the phone. Jackson briefly ducked away from his voyeuristic activities to turn off the lights in his room; hoping that it would keep him from being seen. "That would certainly kill a friendship," he thought. When he returned to his perch Amanda was sitting on her bed facing Jackson's room. She looked a little flushed and Jackson assumed that whatever Roland was saying was making her less and less pleased. While he was gone she had taken her hair out of the pony tail and her straight brown hair hung around her neck and shoulders. Her round cheeks were slightly flushed and she closed her eyes as she brought her shoulders back to crack her back. Her breasts, which Jackson assumed to be a C cup, strained against her bra; Jackson slowly slipped a hand to his crotch. He loved her tanned, toned skin and her big brown eyes. He had often wondered, if things had gone differently, if he and Amanda would have made a good couple. Amanda leaned back on the bed and spoke into the phone, "R, I have a better idea." She her right hand down to her pants and unbuttoned them; "why don't I tell you what I'm wearing," she whispered as she unzipped her pants, showing Jackson a glimpse of her black underwear. "I don't care where you," she whispered again as she ran her fingers along her stomach, "you don't have to say a word." She was now lying fully on her back with her eyes half closed and her fingers slowly running along the length of her torso when she stopped and bolted upright, "phone sex is not weird," she hissed into the phone. "All I know is that you are gone for a week and I'm horny. I don't care if you're at your mom's house; I know you've masturbated there before." She listened to the phone with a flushed face and the heavy breathing of anger. "Fine," she said, "I'll call you before I leave tomorrow. Cat said cell reception is pretty bad." She paused and quickly rolled her eyes before saying "no, I'm not mad. Irritated, but not mad." She stood up and walked to her laundry hamper at the other end of the room; "Yeah, I love you too. Night, honey," she said as she shimmied out of her jeans. Jackson quietly undid his jeans and reached down to grab his cock as he stared at Amanda's ass; highlighted by the tight black panties. He slowly pulled his cock out as she shrugged off her bra, and he had to fight back a moan at the site of her tan back that was now unmarred by the thin black strap of the bra. He held his breath silently begging her to turn around, but she did something better: she stepped out of her underwear. The sight of her ass caused a hitch in Jackson's breath and a bolt of pleasure to his cock. Her ass was fantastic, firm, yet large; made all the more alluring by the paleness of her tan lines contrasting with her dark legs. She bent down to pick up her panties with only a minimal bending of the knees, and thrusting her ass out towards Jackson. Jackson closed his eyes overcome by the vision of his cock disappearing between her cheeks, her pussy gripping his cock, her whimpers of pleasure. When he opened his eyes she was walking across the room toward the shelves by her door and he took her profile in. Her breasts softly bounced with each step, her small brown nipples leading the charge. Jackson tried desperately to see all of her. Her ass as she walked, her toned legs, the glimpse of her shaven mons pubis. She caught a glimpse of herself on the mirror hanging from the door and slightly changed course until she was standing in front of it. She and Jackson both studied her figure in the mirror. The angle was poor and the lighting was bad, but Jackson strained to see her slit in the mirror. Jackson licked his palm and continued to slowly masturbate and Amanda lifted her left breast and rubbed below it where the bra had left its mark. She moved her hand down to her pussy and gave her vulva a gentle rub, seemingly to determine if she needed to shave again. She turned to walk to her bed when a low moan drifted through the apartment; Jackson jumped at the unexpected sound, but Amanda smiled and kept walking. Cat was a vocal masturbator; a fact that Amanda had come to terms with and even, at times, been aroused by. Jackson, still enamored with Amanda's naked form, suddenly wished he could also spy into Cat's room at this particular moment. He quickly bent down and bent over his desk to open the second drawer where he kept his lube and popped back up to his secret spot in the ceiling. Amanda was doing some last minute organizing before bed and he returned right as she was crawling onto her bed giving him a nice view of her ass and pussy before she gave a little roll and ended up naked, in bed, and on her side. Jackson stifled another moan as he slowly poured the lube onto his cock to sear the image of Amanda's pussy, framed beautifully by her strong thighs, into his mind Amanda was horny. She had wanted to have phone sex with Roland, but was shot down by her boyfriend's prudish ways; and now her roommate was fingering herself while making only the most minimal of efforts to hide her enjoyment. It seemed that arousal was just being forced her way. She rolled onto her back, closed her eyes and began to run her fingers down her stomach and along her thighs. She let out a soft sigh as another moan from Cat floated across the halls. Jackson watched as if enchanted by the unwitting seductress that lay before him. Amanda's pussy had long thick lips that looked as if they had been created separately from the rest of body and then molded on by a master craftsman. Her inner lips made their presence known with a gentle persistence that hinted at an endearing delicacy, and kept her vulva from uniting. Jackson cupped the head of his penis and slowly twisted and rolled his hand over it as Amanda gently drifted her fingers from her inner thigh to her pussy. She gently spread her lips with her ring and pointer fingers while her middle finger slowly wandered up towards her clit, stopping just short of the prize. Her finger slowly detoured around her clit, moving in slow circles around it. The signs of her arousal, which had been present before, now rushed forward to take center stage. Her cheeks flushed red; her nipples hardened as they ached for a caress or a twist, and a thin tear of fluid escaped her pussy and began to flee towards her hidden hole, but was caught by her roving finger. She slowly inserted her finger inside her pussy; letting out a soft, short gasp as she entered herself. Her digit only remained for a few seconds, and she pulled out and brought her now wet finger back up and hovered over her clit, while her left hand caressed its way up her stomach and gentle brushed her dark, hard nipple. Cat's moans still played in the back ground, but Jackson could barely hear them through the pounding of his own arousal. His hands were caressing and kneading his balls—his cock couldn't take much more without cumming—but time seemed to have stopped; the world holding its breath and waiting for Amanda's finger to come down for that first contact with her clit. Her breasts heaved with each pant, her legs demurely spread and quivering in anticipation at what they knew was about to come, her eyes closed as she erotically teased herself, and sweat formed on her forehead. Jackson realized that he was holding his breath, but he couldn't release it. Every ion of his being was waiting for her to continue. Every single aspect of him needed her to continue. Every part of him wanted her. Then, as if on some secret cue, her finger dropped and time started again. A soft "oh, God" rolled from her lips, her hips bucked, her hips bucked up to meet her fingers, her knees dipped together, her shoulders arched, and her head rolled back, while her fingers froze—one on her nipple and one on her clit. Slowly her fingers began moving again; softly spinning her clit and her nipple in near unison. Jackson's cock ached from the strength of his arousal and he brought his left hand down to bring his the extra attention it craved. His well lubed right hand ran down his shaft, under his balls, and a lithe finger gently caressed his ass hole. His body gave a shudder and his knees almost gave out, bringing his face down against the cool, faux-wood paneling of his wall. He forced himself to release his cock and raised himself so he could continue to watch Amanda. He quickly added more lube cock, lifted it up, and pushed his hips forward so he was rubbing himself against the chilled wall. Amanda had shifted slightly so her head was in her pillow, but he could still hear her soft moans of "Oh, God. Oh, God." Her finger still moving in slow but hard circles over her clit, but now she was flicking her nipple back forth with her finger. Her eyes were clamped shut, and her legs were quivering. Jackson's hips were thrusting against the wall—his last ounce of concentration was used to keep himself under control. Their reverie of bliss was broken by Cat's orgasmic wail of "Oh, I'm cumming." Amanda's eyes shot open and then rolled back in pleasure. Jackson's cock started pulsing as it prepared for orgasm, and waves of pleasure emanated from his cock throughout his body. Amanda's legs lifted up off the mattress and she pulled them close to her body; her mouth was opened and making almost inaudible groans and pants. Cat's orgasmic cries of "Oh, fuck me, fuck, oh fuck, fffuuuuuuck me," goaded them onto their own release. Amanda coiled herself like a loaded spring, with her legs to her chest, showing off her glistening pussy and bare ass hole before orgasm gripped her, and her legs slammed down onto the bed; her hips bucked wildly, biting her lip not to scream out. Jackson's orgasm felt like it turned his cock into a fire hose. His knee's buckled and held onto the top of the wall with one hand and his cock with the other as his cum shot against the wall and blasted back onto his stomach, chest, face, and a myriad of other different directions. After he caught his breath, he peaked back over the wall. Amanda was still lying in her bed with her legs spread wide; giving him a clear view of her engorged pussy. Her hands were lying on her chest, a small smile on her face as she caught her breathe. Jackson smiled down at her as he caught his breathe and climbed down from his desk. His legs were still weak and he part sat-part fell into his desk chair, wincing as his sensitive cock head rubbed against the rough material of that composed the seat of the chair. He almost fell asleep right there in his chair, but he forced himself to get up. He grabbed his towel off of his door and headed to the bathroom. Cat had tossed on one of her sexy teddies to go to the bathroom. She hadn't expected anyone else to be up and she didn't feel that just having had an orgasm was any reason to stop feeling sexy. She loved walking around the dark apartment after she masturbated. She loved how the cool are would rush up against her bared and soaked pussy, and how her Teddy showed nothing, but hinted at everything. The exhibitionism of it thrilled her; wandering around her apartment while reeking of sex and almost nude would almost make her want to do it again. She exited the bathroom; planning on going out to the enclosed porch for a bit before bed. It was poorly ventilated and cold, but there was something wonderful about sitting in the cold night air after a sweaty orgasm. She began to softly hum to herself, reveling in her post orgasmic rush, when she almost ran right into Jackson. "Oh, shit," she let out. "Damn, Jackson, you scared the shit out of me." Jackson gave an apologetic smile and said "sorry about that," not wanting to admit she had scared him too. He backed up to let her pass and stood in the faint beam of light from a street lamp outside. He watched her as she passed. Her long auburn hair was in a messy bun and her face was still a bit flushed. Her purple teddy clung to her body and he could make out the faint outlines of her nipples pressed against the fabric. The shimmery material hugged her stomach and waist; he allowed himself a slight smile when he couldn't make out any interruption in that fabric that would suggest there were panties lying beneath. Cat glanced at Jackson as she walked by and let her eyes linger until they briefly widened with surprise. She gave Jackson an enigmatic smile and quickly walked back to her room. She closed the door behind her and let the teddy roll of her shoulders, and stood naked in the moonlight thinking of Jackson. His sweaty hair had been plastered to his face, his cheeks were flushed, and he had cum his chest. It had to be cum. He had made a halfhearted attempt to wipe it off, but it had invisibly held his chest hair down. It had to be cum. He had been masturbating to her. Her orgasm had set him off. She crawled into bed allowing the sheets to rub her nipples and sensitive lips. She lay on her stomach and slipped a finger into her pussy. "Oh, dirty boy; you dirty, dirty boy," she softly moaned to herself. Arousal was burning in her pussy and desire in her chest. She slipped two fingers into her pussy and let out a breathy sigh of pleasure. She pulled her fingers up to her lips and licked her arousal, loving the way she tasted. She grabbed a pillow and pulled it down between her thighs and rubbed her wanton clit against its fabric; her lips spread wide as her hips begun bucking the pillow in barely contained circles. A flurry of images flashed through her mind as she fucked her bedding: a hard cock belonging to a faceless stranger taking her from behind, Jackson masturbating to her moans, the wet pussy of a former lover—all of them lasting for just a second before another flash of pleasure caused her mind to go blank. College Days She imagined being fucked just like this: face down in her sheets, nipples roughly rubbing the fabric, her cunt spread wide—all that was missing was a hard dick slamming into her. She moaned as the first roots of orgasm took hold; "dirty boy, oh my God, you dirty boy," she panted softly in her sheets. Her orgasm pounced and attacked, forcing her to shove her face into the mattress to stifle her squeals of pleasure, and her hips shook in rough spasms around the pillow until she lay panting in a wet pile of orgasmic euphoria. She rolled over, admiring her pale skin shining in the moonlight, and pulling her masturbatory aid up to her face. She loved sleeping with the smell of her own arousal. She rolled onto her side and rubbed her thighs together; feeling the softness of her legs, her wetness and the heat emanating from her pussy all melding together. She smiled and basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. College Days It was noon, and the restaurant seemed packed. A good choice for a first meeting, I thought... though if I were honest with myself I didn't really feel the need for such precautions with him. As I scanned the crowded tables, I gave myself a mental once over. Did I look alright? God, I hoped I didn't have lipstick on my teeth. I'd been getting ready since this morning, knowing if I didn't give myself plenty of time that I'd forget something in my haste, and I did want to look perfect. A button-up blouse (unbuttoned as far as decency would allow), and a short (but not too short) skirt, with nylons and strappy sandals. I prayed I wouldn't disappoint him. I looked up and glanced around again, hoping I wouldn't have to bother the wait staff. Then I saw him. Biting my lip, I try to appear confident and inconspicuous as I walk towards the table. I say hello, and slide into the booth... and soon all awkwardness fades as we talk, comfortable even in the silences. Then I make my confession. I study his face anxiously for any hint of his thoughts as I tell him that when I was getting ready, I simply couldn't resist the temptation to leave my panties at home. Consequently, I was nearly dripping. He says nothing. I bow my head, trying to hide my dejected expression, my cheeks flaming with humiliation. Had I disappointed him? Perhaps my brazen actions had disgusted him, and he had decided he didn't want me after all, I thought. We finish the meal in silence, and the waitress brings the check. We settle our respective bills and leave the restaurant. Not looking at him, I walk towards my car, fumbling for my keys as I reach my door. "What do you think you're doing, slut?" he says, spitting out the last word as though it were something vile. Surprised, I turned with my head down, trying to hide the fervent hope in my eyes. I had been so consumed by my humiliation that I hadn't heard him come up behind me. "I... I don't know, Sir... I thought... "I trailed off as he abruptly turned and walked away. "Leave the car, and follow me," he tossed over his shoulder. I slumped briefly against my car door, elation crashing through me, then hurried after him. He approached his driver's side, and unlocked the doors. "Get in." We both climb in, and close the doors. Not looking at me, he put the key in the ignition and began backing out of the parking stall, heading towards the road. "Such an eager slut, aren't you?" he says. "Raise your skirt, and show me that cunt." My eyes widen with shock. We were in the middle of town, at mid day! "But, Sir..." "Did I stutter, whore?" he snaps, looking at me with contempt. "No, Sir... "I say, licking my lips nervously as I raise my skirt, spreading my legs wide. He ran his hand firmly over the mound of my freshly shaved pussy, smacking my lips lightly, and I moan softly. "I want you to masturbate for me, whore. But do not cum." I needed no further encouragement. My fingers quickly found my clit, and I was soon grinding my ass into the seat, beyond caring that my pussy was exposed for the world to see. I wanted to please him, I only prayed that I would be able to keep myself from cumming. "Please, Sir," I whimpered, knowing I couldn't take much more. When he didn't respond, I slowly became aware that we were no longer moving. I glanced about, and found he had pulled into the driveway of a decent sized house that I assumed to be his. "Get out," he demanded. I quickly straighten my skirt and climb out, and wait by my closed door for him to come around. He walked past me, and I eagerly followed him to the front door, as a neighbor stops him to say hello. I smile nervously and say hello, humiliated beyond belief as I feel my wetness literally drip down my thighs. When the neighbor had moved on, he unlocked the door and stepped into the foyer. I follow, closing the door behind me. He turned to face me, an evil smile on his lips. "Self centered bitch... so eager to have your fun, you didn't even think about Me, did you, slut?" he unfastened his pants, letting them pool at his feet, and his cock sprang to its full glory. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging me slowly to my knees, and then rammed his cock into my open mouth. I gag slightly in surprise at the length, feeling the head of his cock against the back of my throat, but quickly recover. My hands seem to move of their own violation, my right wrapping itself around his shaft, my left resting against his thigh to steady myself. I pull my head back slightly, leaving only the head of his cock in my mouth, and use the tip of my tongue to make slow small circles around the hole. I pray that I am performing well, and try to remember even the slightest hint of anything I may have heard about giving great oral sex. I take him as deeply as I can, pumping his cock with my right hand, letting my left drift over to massage his balls. I feel them tighten in my hand, and he tightens his grip in my hair, yanking my head back. I close my eyes as I feel his hot cum hit my face. He released my hair as he finished, and began to fasten his pants. "Clean yourself up," he said with disgust. "There's a bathroom to your right. Find Me when you're finished." He turned on his heel, and walked away before I could respond. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. Had I not done well? I enter the bathroom, and turn on the tap. Finding a washcloth folded beside the sink, and a jar of antibacterial liquid soap, I begin to wash my face. Rinsing out the washcloth, I set it to the side and look myself over in the mirror. Shorrt of my hair, he had not touched me, I realized, and I colored with shame. My eyes fall, and I turn towards the door. Stepping out of the bathroom, I look around, trying to decide the best direction in which to start. The front door was to my left, the kitchen was directly ahead – though it was plain to see that he was not there. At the other end of the hall was a staircase, and off to the left side of it was an open doorway. I turn towards the staircase, and glance inside the open room. It was a large, beautiful living room – without a soul in sight. No help for it, then, I thought... up the stairs it is. I mount the stairs, climbing them quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting. I stop at the head of the stairs, looking at my options. Two closed doors, and another slightly ajar. I walked towards the open door, and gently push my way inside. "Undress, and get on your knees and elbows in the center of the bed, with your head down, and do not move. Quickly." His voice sounded from my left, and I jerk my head to see him standing in a doorway of what looks to be a bathroom. Ah, the master bedroom, I thought. How appropriate. I quickly comply, my heartbeat quickening. Perhaps he does want me! My fingers shake slightly as I push the buttons through their holes, and slide the blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I shimmy out of the skirt, then reach behind me and unhook my bra, adding it to the pile at my feet. I step out of my shoes, and bend to pick up the pile. "Did I say to pick them up, you stupid slut?" Leave them there, and get in position. Any more fuck ups, and you will be punished." I lower my chin to my chest, humiliated at my stupidity in trying to anticipate his desires. I climb up on the large four poster bed, keeping my eyes averted. I hear the soft thud of his shoes on the carpet as he walked towards me, and start slightly when he placed his calloused palms upon my ass cheeks. He slid them down slowly, his fingers brushing my lips slightly, then the insides of my thighs, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning at the sensation. In one quick movement, he jerked my thighs outward, adjusting my position on the bed. He ran a hand down one calf, then the other, and I felt the cool metal around my ankle as I hear the cuff clink shut. "Sir?" I ask, a tremor in my voice. A resounding "thwack!" filled the room, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain as my ass cheek burned. "I told you not to move, you stupid whore. That includes your lips." He said, obviously angry at my disobedience. He moved around to the side of the bed, running his hand along the underside of my body as he went, pinching my nipple in passing, trailing the hand up my arm to my wrist, and I feel the cold metal wrap around my wrist, clinking shut. He walked quickly to the other side of the bed, and repeated the process, then seemed to stare down at his completed work. I hear the scrape of the night stand drawer when he opens it, though I'm afraid to look. He took something out, then shut the drawer. He walked away, and after a moment I hear a sharp "pop!" and I tense, feeling the cold liquid dripping into my ass. He shut the bottle, and used his thumb to rub the lube in, and I relax with the good sensations. "My my, still so eager," he says, amusement in his voice. "Completely at ease, and yearning for the prospect of a cock in your ass, aren't you, pet?" He removed his hand, replacing it with something hard and round, pressing against my hole. "Well then, your wish is granted," he said, twisting and pushing the plug into my ass. I bit my lip harder, moaning in pain. I hear his footsteps, and for a moment I wonder what's next, but it's a fleeting thought as I can't think much beyond the throbbing pain. Again, he opens the nightstand drawer, and it occurs to me he's putting the lube away. The drawer shuts, and I hear his footsteps heading towards the end of the bed. "Good girl... A little bigger than you're used to, isn't it? And you didn't scream. My, I am impressed. You've earned this," he says, a glint of approval in his voice. I heard the click and hum of the vibrator when he turned it on, then began to rub it against my clit. I moan in pleasure, quickly regaining the steps to my earlier denied climax. My stomach muscles clench, and I shudder, feeling myself on the verge of my release. Then the vibrator was gone, and I hear his footsteps retreating. The door opens, then closes. Silence. My heart stopped for a second, realizing that he had left me tied in such a position to his bed, the door unlocked. Then rationality returns, and I reason that I've likely heard the bathroom door, and he's simply gone to clean the vibrator. I should be hearing the water running any minute now. I wait. Nothing. In the distance, I hear a thud. Was that the front door closing? Fighting off a wave of panic, I tell myself it can't be. He wouldn't do that to me. I wait. Time drags on, and with it, I realize that he had in fact left me. My muscles were weary, and I began to sway slightly from exhaustion. I touched my head to the comforter beneath me, and found myself dozing off. I was unsure of how long I'd been asleep when I jerked awake, uncertain of what had startled me, but every ounce of my being was tense, listening for more. Did the front door close? Had he returned? The sound of a woman's laughter floated up the stairs, and waves of panic wash over me anew. He had not mentioned roommates... but a man alone in a house this size? I imagined a roommate was quite possible, even likely. Worse yet, I was fairly certain there wasn't a lock on the bedroom door. Even if there was, I knew I had not heard him lock it. Would she have reason to come into his bedroom? I prayed not, but there I sat paralyzed in fear, listening to her every movement, real or imagined. "Alright babe, well I've got to go... He says he's left me a present upstairs. I'll talk to you later," the woman's voice says. "'Bye!" I hear the snap of the phone closing, echoing up the stairs. I let out a cry of dismay, praying that You had left something for her in her room, even if in the back of my mind, I knew it was in vain. Every footstep felt like a nail being pounded into my proverbial coffin as she mounted the stairs. The door opened, and she uttered a surprised "Oh!" She stood silent; staring, I imagined. "He's certainly outdone himself this time," she muttered, as though to herself. She walked around to my side, inspecting me as though I were prime cattle on the auction block. "What a pretty pussy... mmm, freshly shaved, too." A cool, slim hand reached out and cupped my breast, as though weighing, then massaging and rolling my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Nice breasts, full, firm... definitely young. God, he's an asshole... teasing me with such a lovely gift, and yet I know he won't let me keep you. Lord knows, he'll want this for himself." It seemed as though she had addressed this last comment to me, but You had instructed me not to move, and I didn't dare disobey again. At any rate, she didn't seem to mind or even notice my silence. "Ah, well... may as well enjoy it while I have it." I heard the scrape of metal on metal, and feel a gentle nudge on my right wrist. The cuff sprang open with the turn of the key, and relief of being released crashes through me. I immediately felt guilty, my elation at the possibility of rest for my aching body making it seem as though I were ungrateful for his attentions. I heard the woman's footsteps, moving around to the other side of the bed, and felt her unshackle my left wrist. Her footsteps retreated, and I contemplated the wisdom of moving. He had ordered me to stay put... but, if he had given me for her use... "Up, on your knees," her voice sounds from near the end of the bed. Panic returns – what should I do? I feared his reprisal, should he hear of my disobedience... yet what if I was disobeying by not following this new order? With quick purposeful steps, she rounded the bed. Taking a fistful of my hair, she yanked my head back with such force that I was certain my neck would snap... "Did I stutter?" She slapped my face, and I looked up, shamefaced, into beautifully angry brown eyes. "N-No, Ma'am," I stuttered, unsure of my ground. She released my hair, and I fell onto the bed with a plop. "Pick yourself up, and get onto your knees. Do not delay." I pushed my upper body off of the bed, every muscle screaming with the effort. I rose to my knees and straightened my back, trying not to stretch noticeably, feeling a twinge of pain as the plug shifted slightly in my ass. She climbed up onto the bed and stood, staring down at me. Catching her eye, I quickly lowered my head, running my gaze down the length of her, fixing my eyes on her feet. She was tall, for a woman, with long gorgeous chestnut colored hair, perfectly complimenting her beautiful eyes. Long lashes, full lips on a thin, but not gaunt face. Large breasts, on what looked to be an hourglass figure... hard to tell, with that oversized sweater She as wearing. Long shapely legs clad in tight blue jeans, and bare feet. Subconsciously, I licked my lips. Who was a present for whom? "Arms up. Reach for the ceiling." She ordered. I quickly complied, wondering what She had in mind. She took hold of one wrist and then the other, I found myself shackled again, the cuffs obviously having been mounted to the top of the bedposts. She stood back, seeming to consider me. "How old are you, slut?" She asks. Surprised, I stutter, "T-twenty one, Ma'am. Just turned." "Hmm. Barely old enough to enjoy yourself. I was told He had a slut waiting for Me... yet you can't possibly have earned such a title, in so few years. What experience do you have?" She asked, Her voice filled with skepticism and scorn. "I'm sorry to disappoint You, Ma'am," I found myself saying, as it seemed the appropriate response. Much to my surprise, I was sorry to disappoint Her. "I'm afraid I haven't any experience, but if You should be willing to have patience, Ma'am, I'm eager to learn." She was quiet, then, and I knew She was taking in the sight my painfully erect nipples, and prayed She couldn't see how aroused I was by Her mere presence. I felt as though my entire body were blushing. "Yes," She said, a smirk in Her voice. "I can see that you are." Slipping a finger beneath my chin, She turned my face towards Hers, and I was struck anew by how beautiful She was. "Tell Me, have you ever been with a woman?" "No, Ma'am," I looked away, embarrassed by my lack of experience. "It has always been one of my fantasies, but..." I trailed off, unsure of how to continue, hoping perhaps I wouldn't have to. "But what?" I blushed deeper, shamed. "I'm humbled by such beauty, Ma'am. To see a woman such as Yourself, and be able to have the nerve to approach Her... I do not wish to annoy Her with unwanted advances from someone so unworthy." She seemed to consider this a moment. "If I had thought you unworthy, I'd have left you to await his return," She said, gently. "Present, you may be – but I've certainly the capability of rejecting said present, do I not?" "Yes, Ma'am" I mumbled, feeling bashful. "Still..." She said, giving me a considering look. "Many can be considered worthy of an audition. It's up to you, to earn that second interview." With that, She turned and stepped down off of the bed. She opened the nightstand drawer, surveying the contents. Unable to restrain my curiosity, I tilted my head, trying to catch a glimpse inside of what had all the ear markings of being the treasure trove of a sexual deviant. Sensing my movement, She turned, a smile playing about the corners of Her mouth. Knowing what I was about, She stepped back, allowing me an unrestricted view. "Look all you like dear... Only good girls get to play with these." Her tone made it clear that I was in fact not a good girl. I peered inside, amazed at the mass of jumbled items. From such a distance in the fading light, I was able to identify just enough to wonder that if a good girl were to receive these – would I survive my bad girl punishment? "His collection is decent... but alas, he is male, and does not know the true extent of what you can handle. I do." My mouth had gone dry, and I gulped audibly, trying to summon enough moisture to speak, rather than croak, a response. She laughed, and strode purposefully out of the room, leaving the door open. I listened as the sound of Her footsteps faded quickly down the hall, my mind working furiously. My knowledge of toys was admittedly limited, and she was obviously experienced enough to have amassed quite an impressive arsenal, should she choose. I trusted him implicitly... however, I did not know this beautiful and strange woman. That he would give me to her, even temporarily, suggested she was one of his trusted friends... No, I thought scornfully. I was not one of his possessions yet, and it was arrogant of me to assume I should be given a moment's thought, outside of what pleased him. I licked my lips, remembering the taste of his pleasure. I thought perhaps I didn't mind his lack of concern, so much, given the benefits. I yelped as Her hand slid between my legs, Her fingers parting my pussy lips. So engrossed in my thoughts, I hadn't heard Her return. She rubbed my clit gently, making my already soaking pussy wet to the point it threatened to drip as I ground my pussy against Her hand, moaning in earnest. Then Her hand was gone, and She rounded the bed, climbing up on Her knees. "Thinking about Me while I was gone, were you?" She said, a smirk in her voice. "I've brought you a treat." She held up a set of three clothespin-like clamps with bits of rubber on the ends, connected by a chain that made sort of a Y. I was instantly relieved. I had a set of clamps at home, and used them often. I could handle this. She squeezed the end of one nipple clamp, opening it, and I thrust my breasts out eagerly. Ignoring me, She began to remove the bits of rubber, revealing three slightly dull metal teeth on the insides of the clamp. I gasped as I felt the bite on my nipple. She quickly removed the rubber on the second nipple clamp, attached it, and then picked up the clit clamp. She seemed to stare at it a moment, weighing Her decision, then proceeded to remove the rubber from it as well. Reaching down, spreading my lips with Her left hand, She let the teeth gently close around my swollen clit, and I screamed. College Days In my college days I tried to be open minded. I wanted to experience all that the world had to offer. I remember one particular escapade that forever changed my life. I shared a number of classes with a girl named Lucy. She had chestnut brown hair that reached her waist and deep brown eyes. Her waist was tiny and her breasts were ample. Soft, pouty lips. She was the epitome of beauty. Lucy wore her jeans tight and lowcut. Her shirts always showed off her flat stomach, complete with belly ring. If there was one thing Lucy wasn't, it was modest. She was also a lesbian. We became close friends and spent many nights dancing at clubs or sitting at home, getting drunk. One night at her place, after many shots of rum, Lucy leaned in close. I could smell her perfume, a subtle coconut scent. I tried to ask her what she was doing, but before I could say anything she grabbed the back of my head and pressed her lips to mine. She held me there and I could feel her tongue slide into my mouth. I parted my lips to allow it. She slid one hand up my side, under my shirt, and began to caress my breast. I was drunk, stunned and suddenly aroused. I knew that what was happening was wrong. I pulled away from her. "Lucy, we can't do this." "Why not? Come on, beautiful, give me another kiss." I blushed, knowing she was the beautiful one. "But Lucy, I'm straight. I...I like penetration." I said, blushing again. She laughed, "Oh honey, you don't need a man to be penetrated." She pushed me back on her sofa and climbed on top of me. She tore my shirt off my body, exposing my fair skin. Her hair brushed across my bare skin and I broke out in goosebumps. Lucy took off her shirt and bra. Her nipples were erect and she pinched them as she leaned in to kiss my neck. She quickly bit me and I moaned softly. "Lucy, no." I pleaded half-heartedly. She smiled and brought my hand up to her perfect breasts. Guiding my hand, she caressed herself. She reached under me to unsnap my bra. I sat up so she could reach and took her nipple into my mouth. She moaned and ran her fingers through my blonde hair. I swirled my tongue around the hard nob and lightly fluttered my tongue across it. A moan escaped her lips, "That's it honey." She threw my bra to the floor and grabbed one of my breasts in each hand. Her soft hands cupped them delicately as her thumbs rubbed against my nipples. I could feel her grinding against me and I could feel my hips thrusting up despite myself. My panties were wet and I could feel my clit thobbing. Lucy pushed my back again and unbuttoned my jeans. She grabbed the legs and pulled them off of me and removed her own. I laid there, not sure what to do next. But Lucy knew. She crawled up the couch, kissing up my leg as she went. I could feel her closing in on my cunt. "You smell delicious. I can't wait to lick up your juices, honey." I bucked my hips into the air as her mouth skirted across my pussy. She moved my thong to one side and slid her fingers up my wet slit. I closed my eyes and shuddered. She reached down and began playing with herself as she was rubbing my clit. I began to wiggle on the couch. She plunged one finger into my pussy, then a second. I looked down and saw her slip them into her mouth. "Mmm." I grabbed her and pulled her to me, kissing her hard and sliding my own hand down to her wet cunt. My bush was natural, but hers was well trimmed with just a narrow landing strip. My finger circled her clit and I felt her begin to thrust against my hand. Just as I had committed myself to what I was doing, Lucy stood up. I looked at her with a puzzled expression and she smiled. "I'm not done with you yet honey. We're just changing location, come on." I took her hand as she led me down the hallway to her bedroom. My head was swimming from the booze and the new experiance of a woman lover. She sat me down on the bed and took off my thong. Pushing my body backwards, she slid her face back up to my opening. This time her tongue slid across my clit instead of her finger and I moaned loudly. She swirled her tongue around as she fingerfucked me. Her fingers driving in hard and fast. It was penetration alright, but not enough. She pulled her fingers out and reached down, mixing her juices with my own. I was so aroused at the sight that I nearly came right then. Her tongue darted into my cunt and she lapped up my wetness. She went again to my clit as she played with her own and when she sucked hard on it I came. My hips bucked in the air wildly, my cum spilled into her mouth and she greedily sucked it up. As I lay on the bed shuddering and moaning weakly, Lucy stood up and walked to her closet. "You like penetration, honey? I've got you penetration. Get on your knees, mama's gonna take you from behind." She turned and I saw the eight inch black strap-on for the first time. I didn't think I could handle cumming again, but I was willing to try. The strap-on had ribs and nubs along the sides and Lucy coated it with lube as she approached the bed. I obediantly got onto my hands and knees and prepared myself for a good fucking. Lucy grabbed my hips and I felt the tip pressing against my hole. She thrust hard into me. I screamed in pleasure and she pulled almost completely out of me, leaving just the tip. I pressed my self backwards, trying to shove the cock deeper in. Lucy thrust into me hard again. And a third time. My back arched and she began to thrust faster, working up a rhytm. My breasts bounced fast and hard. "Do you like my cock? Does it feel good? Am I fucking you good honey?" "Oh yes, oh YESSS!!!" I yelled as I came again. I collapsed on the bed with the cock still deep inside of me. I lay there shuddering as Lucy withdrew and licked up my juices once more. "See, I told you, honey, you don't need a man for penetration. You just need a girl who knows how to use a strap-on." I just smiled weakly and drifted off to sleep. Lucy changed my life. Don't get me wrong, I still love the feel of a real cock throbbing inside me, but now I know not to pass up that hot chic at the bar.