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Wild College Days Ch. 01

By: Lionheart72



"Dude, she is a total fucking slut," Kevin was saying. He was at least trying to say it quietly, but he'd obviously had a few too many beers and the drunk freshman's voice was carrying. "She even lets me fuck her in the ass."

"No way," Brad slurred. Kevin's buddy sounded even more drunk than he was. 

"Totally," Kevin grinned. "She fuckin' loves it."

We did anal once, asshole, Liz thought. It hurt like hell and I couldn't walk right for a day. 

Nevertheless, Liz was smirking in spite of herself. She might not have loved anal sex, but she definitely enjoyed sex. What Liz really enjoyed was driving guys crazy. She loved it when they looked at her hot body, and she refused to be a cock-tease. Once she started to get to a guy, she was more than happy to let him fuck her. Knowing that Kevin was totally hot for her gave her a rush. Seeing how his drunk buddy Brad was looking at her was even better. 

All around, the party was in full swing, complete with loud music, dim light, dancing college students and the essential keg. If it hadn't been for one of those odd lulls in the noise, and the fact that she'd been standing fairly close to them, Liz probably would never have overheard Kevin's comments. As it was, lots of people nearby were snickering at Kevin's announcement, though none of them seemed to know exactly who he'd been talking about.

Still smirking, Liz sauntered over to Kevin and Brad. Liz knew she made a pretty hot picture. Her bright blue eyes twinkling wickedly, she swept her dark wavy hair back from her aristocratic face with a flirty toss. She knew her loose, low-cut blouse displayed her considerable cleavage to good effect. Her tight jeans hugged her long, sexy legs and the firm, round ass that Kevin has just bragged about fucking. He watched her walking over, looking a little sheepish. Brad was just openly admiring her. Liz added a little wiggle to her hips as she got closer. 

"Well," she said sweetly when she reached them, "make some room."

Kevin's sheepish look disappeared into a wide grin as he scooted over to make a space on the ratty looking couch. Liz made a quick pirouette, dropped herself between the two freshmen guys and looped her arms over their shoulders. She leaned over and gave Kevin a firm, unabashed kiss. Then she dropped back and turned to Brad. 

"Hi," she said brightly.

Obviously drunk, Brad just stared at her, slack jawed. He was plainly having trouble deciding whether to stare at the expanse of her considerable cleavage or lean forward in hope of getting a kiss of his own. He appear to be compromising by leaning blearily toward her breasts. Liz laughed. 

"What are you boys up to?" Liz said, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

"Just drinking some brews," Kevin smirked, "shootin' the shit, nothing much."

"Yeah?" she asked.

Brad just dumbly nodded, still drunkenly looking down her blouse. Liz shifted a little, pushing her chest out to give him a better view of her full, round breasts.

"Hey man," Kevin growled, leaning across Liz to shove Brad back into his seat, "knock it off."

Liz laughed again, snuggling against Kevin's side while still smiling at Brad. Kevin looked down at her and smirked. Then he leaned down and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and crushing her against his strong, muscular body. Liz obligingly melted against him. She reveled in Kevin's passionate embrace and the knowledge that Brad, and anyone else who cared to, was watching her. 

Drunk and horny, Kevin mashed his face against hers. His hand groped along her side and grabbed her tit, squeezing roughly. She moaned and rubbed herself against him. Then she grinned inwardly as she felt a second pair of groping hands fumbling over her legs and ass. This, Liz thought, was the best. Two guys, out of control, wanting her. 

Suddenly, Liz pushed Kevin away. Giving him a lusty stare she said, "Let's go find someplace quiet."

"Yeah?" Kevin grinned.

"Yeah." Liz hopped to her feet and tossed a quick smile in Brad's direction. 

Kevin jumped up after her. Wrapping one arm around her shoulder, he led her through the party until they found a small, quiet bedroom away from the rest of the party-goers.

Laughing, Liz pushed him down onto the bed and jumped back, her hips swaying in time to the music. Time to give him a show, Liz thought to herself. She made a slow turn, her hands high over her head. Then, in her best sexy striptease style, Liz brought her hands down along her sides until she could grab the bottom of her blouse. Slowly, she pulled her top up, revealing her taut belly and the sexy push-up bra that was squeezing her full breasts together. A quick gesture tossed the blouse aside. With a slow, sultry smile, Liz slid her hands down across her tight belly and unbuttoned her jeans. Turning slowly, she struggled to push her tight jeans off, pushing her firm ass, barely covered in lacy panties, up into the air. As she straighten up, she unsnapped her bra, turned and tossed it at Kevin. 

Still swaying her hips to the music, Liz sauntered over to the bed, squeezing her full breasts together and pinching her nipples to make them hard. She knew Kevin loved watching her play with her big, sensitive nipples. 

When she reached the bed, Liz dropped to her knees between Kevin's legs. With practiced fingers, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. 

"God, Lizzy, you are so fuckin' hot," Kevin groaned.

"Yeah?" she purred coyly, sliding her fingers up his powerfully muscled legs. "Am I a totally hot fuckin' slut?"

"Uuhh," Kevin looked a little worried.

Liz slid her hands up between his legs, cupping his heavy balls. She lowered her face until it was inches away from his long, hard dick. 

"Well?" Her tongue flicked out brushing along the length of his shaft. "Am I a hot... mmm... fucking... mmm... slut?"

"Fuck yeah!" Kevin moaned, "You are one majorly hot fuckin' slut."

Liz moaned, wrapping her lips around Kevin's hard shaft. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down on his dick, feeling the hard spongy length fill up her mouth. She purred as Kevin wrapped his strong hands in her hair, holding her head firmly. His hips started to thrust up at her, pushing his dick deeper into her mouth. She gagged a little as his tip hit the back of her throat. He groaned and she struggled to relax and let his length push down her throat, like she knew he loved.

"Oh yeah Lizzy," Kevin moaned, "you are such a great cock-sucking slut. Oh yeah, take it! Take my cock down your throat, you hot little cock-sucker." 

Liz found she was struggling a little, as Kevin held her head in place. His hips were starting to piston back and forth, furiously fucking her face as if it was a pussy. His dick pounded into her mouth and down her throat, thrusting too hard for her to relax completely. Liz started to gag again, her throat convulsing around the long, hard intruder. Her struggling just seemed to spur Kevin on, making him thrust even harder.

"Dude," a drunken voice slurred from behind her, "that looks so fuckin' wild."

Kevin released her head and Liz, no longer held down, pulled her mouth up off his dick. She coughed, saliva streaming down her chin, and took a ragged breath to settle herself. She was dimly aware of Kevin talking to someone else, but it took her a moment to collect herself enough to know what was going on. She was therefore a little surprised to see an unfamiliar penis hanging in her face. 

The strange penis was thick and still mostly flaccid. It dangled between a pair of pale meaty legs, in front of a hairy ball-sack and just below a ratty looking T-shirt. Still breathing deeply in an effort to settle herself, Liz found she could do nothing but stare at the heavy looking dick. Almost hypnotized by its swaying motion, Liz realized that the dick was steadily getting closer to her face.

"See man, I told you she was a total slut," Kevin said.

His voice snapped Liz out of her daze. Looking up, she saw Brad standing over her, leering drunkenly, his pants around his ankles. It was his semi-hard dick hanging in her face. Liz smiled up at him, arching her back and pushing her bountiful breasts toward him. She was totally thrilled that Brad was so turned on by her he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

"You like what you see?" she purred. 

"Fuuuck man," Brad groaned, looking at Kevin. 

Kevin leaned forward, grabbed Liz's breast and pinched her nipple so hard she yelped. Liz smiled up at Brad while pushing her breast into Kevin's hand. Brad stared, open mouthed, and his dick started to harden even through his drunken haze. 

"What do you say, Lizzy," Kevin said huskily, "you wanna give him a thrill?"

"Mmmm, yummy," Liz purred, "two hard cocks for me."

Something dark flashed across Kevin's face and he pinched her nipple hard. Liz gasped and looked up at him. Was he jealous, Liz wondered. She found the idea both thrilling and ridiculous. After all, Kevin wasn't her boyfriend or anything. He was just a fuck-buddy. She gave Kevin an indulgent smile and wrapped one hand around his dick. The smile turned wicked and she reached over to Brad, running her hand up his leg and cupping his balls. 

"Two for me. This one," Liz said firmly, giving Kevin's dick a painfully hard squeeze, " and this one."

Giving Kevin a vicious grin, she turned to Brad and took his mostly flaccid dick in her mouth. The whole thing fit, its spongy bulk bulging in her cheeks. Liz rolled her tongue over the soft mass, sucking it gently while she rubbed Brad's hairy balls. Her other hand was pumping up and down Kevin's hard shaft almost of its own volition. 

Liz felt very pleased with herself when Brad's dick started to swell in her mouth. The salty taste of precum oozed from its tip as the whole mass of it rose and hardened in her face. Liz pulled her lips off the newly hard dick and wrapped her hand around it. 

She sat back on her haunches, each hand wrapped around a different dick. Looking at them, Liz found herself fascinated by the differences in front of her. Kevin was an athletic young man whose long hard dick curved upward from between his muscular legs. Brad was stockier, tending toward chubby, and his dick was shorter, thicker and straighter. Liz watched with amazement as her hands pumped up and down on each man's shaft. 

Kevin reached out and, tangling his fingers in her hair again, pulled her toward his dick. Liz opened her mouth and relaxed her throat, ready this time when Kevin pushed his long shaft into her mouth. She looked up at him, smiling inwardly as his hard face dissolved into a look of pure pleasure. Kevin started thrusting slowly but deeply into her mouth. She wrapped her free hand around his ass as if to pull him further in. He groaned. She could hear the groan echoed by Brad, as her other hand continued to pump his thick dick vigorously. 

After working on Kevin's dick for a while Liz pulled back again, releasing him from her throat. Turning back to Brad, she lowered her lips down over his thick shaft. She worked her head up and down, trying to take his whole length into her mouth. His shaft was definitely shorter than Kevin's, but its considerable girth presented problems of its own. Still, she was determined to take them both as fully into her throat as possible. For Liz, it was a point of pride. 

When she had finally taken Brad's whole length down her throat, Liz bobbed her head on his shaft. Unlike Kevin, he seemed to prefer to remain still and let her do the work. She found she couldn't keep it up for long. Her jaw was starting to ache. With a loud moan, she pulled her face up off his shaft.

"Ohhh," she purred up at him, "you're so big and thick."

She settled back again, pumping both dicks with her hands. 

"You guys are both so great," she said in her most sultry voice. "I just love these hard cocks."

"I wanna see her snatch, man," Brad slurred at Kevin.

"Come on Lizzy," Kevin said, "get up on the bed and show Brad your little naked pussy."

"Ok," Liz grinned. 

Releasing her grip on both dicks she stood up, inwardly glad to be up off her knees. She crawled onto the soft mattress, wondering briefly whose it was and what the owner would think of what was going on in their room. Pushing the fleeting thought aside, she looked over her shoulder at Brad and pushed her lacy panties down to her knees. Turning to lay on her back, she faced him. Show time, Liz thought as with one hand she caressed her full breasts. Her other hand slid down her taut belly to her shaved pussy. 

"You like what you see?" she purred. She slid her fingers down over the folds of her pussy, knowing how wet and puffy they must look to Brad. She moaned, arching her back and pushing one finger between the folds to rub her clit. Liz closed her eyes as pleasure surged through her, and her next moans were far more genuine. 

"Dude," Brad groaned, "she is so hot. I wanna do her."

"Do her man," Kevin replied huskily.

Liz felt the mattress shift as Brad climbed on. Brad's hands fumbled at her legs, pushing them further apart as he climbed between them. Liz agreed with Brad, she was definitely so hot. They were just out of control and she loved it. 

"Hey, hang on man," Kevin said suddenly, "flip her over. I wanna fuck her face some more."

The mattress shifted again as Kevin climbed onto the bed. Opening her eyes, Liz saw Brad kneeling between her thighs, pumping his thick dick in his hand. Kevin knelt next to her head, his long shaft pointed at her face. She smiled and rolled over, lifting her ass toward Brad and reaching over to hold Kevin's dick. 

The guys adjusted themselves, and Liz felt Brad's thick shaft bumping between her legs. He seemed to be fumbling around trying to find his way. With a grin she reached back, took hold of him and guided him to her wet pussy. They moaned together as his girth penetrated her. 

Meanwhile, Kevin had positioned himself by her head and was rubbing his hard tip against her face. His sticky pre-cum was oozing all over her cheek and jaw. Liz turned to face him and his dick popped into her mouth.

Liz quivered with the thrill of it. Two hard dicks pushing into her, one in her face and one in her pussy. Two guys completely crazy for her. She felt just incredible, feeling like she had these guys totally wrapped around her fingers. 

Brad had started thrusting raggedly into her pussy, his thick shaft filling her up. Kevin started thrusting into her face. With each thrust, Brad was pushing her toward Kevin. After a few moments, Kevin started matching Brad's rhythm, pushing his dick deep into her throat while Brad shoved into her pussy. 

"Oh man," Brad slurred, "Oh fuck. This is... oh, fuck."

"Oh yeah," Kevin groaned, "Yeah, Lizzy, take it. You like this, don't you. I know you do." 

Kevin wrapped his hands around Liz's head, holding her steady as he started pushing harder into her face. She tried to keep herself relaxed, letting him pound into her throat. He was making it hard to feel the great sensations Brad was causing in her pussy. 

"Oh fuck, Lizzy," Kevin groaned louder, "Fuck yeah, you fuckin' cock slut, fuuuuck."

Kevin's shaft swelled in Liz's mouth and his first spurt of cum sprayed down her throat. She was a little surprised when he pulled back and his dick popped out. The second spurt caught her on her cheek and the next splattered against her forehead. Grabbing his dick, Kevin jacked off furiously, pumping a huge load of cum over her face. When he finished, he rubbed his dick against her face, making sure that she was covered in his semen.

Liz realized that Brad had stopped thrusting when Kevin came. He must be watching, she thought. It must look so hot to him, she guessed. 

As Kevin lay back on the bed, Brad started pounding into her with great vigor. Liz moaned. His thick shaft felt good inside her. In fact, it felt fantastic. She could feel her body building toward a climax. She started to push back at him, crying out with each thrust. Suddenly, her whole body tensed and she shrieked as an orgasm washed over her.

She was still quaking when Brad suddenly pulled out. Liz whimpered. She wanted him to keep going. His urgent hand pulling at her shoulder told her what he wanted. With a grin, she obliging turned her cum-covered face toward him. At the sight, Brad let out a violent groan and unloaded a torrent of semen onto her already sticky face. She felt streaks of cum spatter against her forehead, nose and cheeks. With a final moan, Brad dropped onto the bed beside her. 

"Damn girl," Brad slurred, "you are one hot fuck. That was great."

"That was incredible," she purred as she started to wipe the semen off her face.

Wild College Days Ch. 02



"You fucking slut!" Becky shouted.

Startled by the outburst, Liz turned to look at the other woman. 

The two coeds were standing in the ladies' room of the Art Building. Liz had been standing at the mirror, straightening her hair and clothes to make sure she looked good for art class, particularly for the art professor. With her curly dark hair, attractive face, full round breasts emphasized by a push-up bra and low cut blouse, and long, athletic legs, presently being shown off to good effect by her short skirt, Liz thought she made a pretty sexy figure, and the guys she knew agreed.

Becky, Liz felt, was not making as good an impression. The other woman was blonde, younger, a sophomore to Liz's junior, a bit taller and definitely, Liz though uncharitably, a bit heavier. Dressed in a simple T-shirt and sweats, the younger coed wasn't making much of a fashion statement. She still might have been pretty, in a frumpy kind of way, except for the unpleasant red mottling of anger marring her face.

"You fucking slut," Becky repeated viciously. Since there was no one else in the ladies' room, Liz was pretty sure the sophomore was talking to her. 

"What is your problem?" Liz snapped.

"You are, slut!" the sophomore snarled back.

"A slut is just a woman who isn't afraid to admit she likes sex," Liz replied loftily, "and is able to get it when she wants it."

"Like last weekend," Becky snarled, "at Pat's party... with my fucking boyfriend!"

"Who?" Liz said, startled.

"My boyfriend! Brad!" Becky shouted, "You remember... or did you fuck too many guys to keep them straight?!"

Liz blinked. She had actually fucked a guy named Brad at a party that weekend. She hadn't planned to. She started out just being a little flirty with a guy she regularly messed around with, Kevin, and one of his friends. She and Kevin had gone to a back room to screw. The other guy had walked in while she was giving Kevin a blowjob and one thing had led to another. Liz felt her face, and other parts, flushing warmly at the memory of two hard shafts simultaneously filling her mouth and pussy. Still, how was she supposed to know Brad had a girlfriend? It wasn't like she had really talked to him at all. 

"Oh, Brad," Liz said, feeling suddenly mischievous, "I remember Brad. He was really hot for me. He had a nice thick cock and he just loved fucking me."

Becky froze in shocked silence. She had probably been expecting denials or excuses. Certainly, she hadn't expected this. 

"You're very lucky," Liz continued, turning back to the mirror, "Brad was really good. He bent me over and fucked my pussy 'til I came on his thick cock." 

Liz bent over the sink, pushing her ass at Becky as if to show her. Liz knew her short skirt was riding up, exposing the lower curves of her ass, unconcealed by her tiny thong panties, to the sophomore. Liz looked over her shoulder at the younger woman. Becky's face was flushed and she seemed to be quivering. 

"Was I a bad girl?" Liz purred mockingly. She fully expected the blushing sophomore to turn and leave, so she was very surprised at what happened next.

In two quick steps, Becky closed the distance between them, her open hand swinging to deliver a stinging blow to Liz's half-bared ass. Liz gave an involuntary yelp of pain as her body rocked with the blow. It was Liz's turn to be frozen in shock.

"Yes," Becky's voice was thick and husky, "you were a bad girl."

Becky's left hand slid up, wrapping her fingers around the back of Liz's neck. Her right came up again. Liz could see it reflected in the mirror, poised high above her ass.

"Now you're going to be punished," Becky growled. 

The sophomore's hand fell, sparking another burning flare of pain on Liz's ass. The older coed jumped, but Becky's hand around her neck pinned Liz in place. Becky paused to flip Liz's mini-skirt up out of the way, exposing her firm, round ass cheeks, framed and split by the thin black thong. Becky started to spank Liz in earnest.

"You fucked my fucking boyfriend," Becky snarled as she rained down blow after blow on Liz's bare ass, "you fucking slut."

Liz had been spanked by guys before. She'd known a couple who had been turned on by it, either as part of foreplay or while fucking her from behind. This was different. Becky wasn't playing around. Becky was remorseless. She alternated from one ass cheek to the other, striking harder and harder as her anger fueled her blows. Liz's ass burned and with each new blow; a flare of pain spread through her. 

"Take it," Becky barked, "you little slut. Take your punishment."

With Becky's hand around her neck holding her still, Liz felt trapped, as if she were helpless to resist. Some distant rational part of Liz's mind suggested that she could fight, but she didn't. Inwardly, Liz felt Becky was right. Liz was a slut. Becky was right to be angry. Becky was right to spank her. Liz surrendered herself to her punishment. Her ass burned, and Liz felt the warmth spreading through her. She wasn't even particularly surprised to feel the warm wetness growing between her legs or the tingling hardness of her nipples. She was almost disappointed when the blows stopped.

Panting, Becky stopped as if to catch her breath, resting her hand on Liz's red, burning ass. The sophomore's fingers unconsciously traced Liz's curves, sliding along the fabric of her thong until they brushed between Liz's legs. 

Liz gasped as she felt Becky's fingers brushing her swollen pussy though her panties. Slowly, Becky pressed against her, stroking the wet fabric and the hot flesh beneath. Liz groaned and pushed back against Becky's hand. Becky's fingers reached under the side of Liz's thong and slid without resistance into Liz's soaking wet pussy. Liz moaned and her body quivered as the sophomore coed's fingers probed her wet folds.

"Oh my god," Becky whispered, "you like that don't you? You like it when I touch you?"

"Yes," Liz moaned, pushing back harder against Becky's hand, "touch me. Please touch my pussy."

Becky ripped her hand away and laid another stinging blow on Liz's ass.

"You're fucking lez-bi-gay, you slut!" Becky roared. "Is that it? You're a fucking lez-bi slut."

Liz groaned, quivering with denied lust.

Suddenly, Becky released her. Liz sagged against the sink, feeling weak and shaky. 

"Come here," Becky barked. Liz turned to see the young coed dropping down on the ladies' room's small couch. Becky was pushing her sweatpants down around her ankles. She spread her thighs, revealing a wild patch of blonde pussy. 

"Come here, Lezzie," Becky commanded again, "get your lez-bi-gay face over here and eat my pussy."

Liz looked at Becky, shocked for a moment. Then, too drained to think of anything, she turned and started toward the coed.

"No," Becky snapped sternly, "crawl."

Liz froze. I should leave, she thought to herself, I should just walk out the door, go to class, flirt with my professor and forget about this. Instead, she got down on the cold tile floor of the ladies' room and crawled on her hands and knees toward the lewdly spread legs of this frumpy blonde sophomore.

"That's it," Becky said, resting her hand in Liz's dark curly hair, "that's a good little lezzie slut. Now eat my pussy."

Liz lowered her face between Becky's legs, smelling the coed's warm tangy scent. Liz hesitated. She had only tasted another woman two times before and felt unsure. Becky, feeling Liz pause, wrapped her hand more tightly in her hair, pulling her closer. 

"I said eat me!" Becky urged. "Come on lezzie slut, lick my fucking pussy."

Liz surrendered again, giving herself over to the other woman's commands. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at Becky's pussy. She tasted Becky's tangy flesh and the sticky wetness within her folds. Becky arched her hips and pulled Liz's face closer. As she did, Liz buried her face between Becky's legs. She licked and sucked and tongued the younger woman in a passionate frenzy. All the while, Becky moaned and cursed her.

"Yes, eat me you fucking slut," Becky cried as Liz's tongue thrust into the younger woman's pussy, tasting her rich, sticky depths. 

"Oh yeah," Becky moaned as Liz licked and sucked at the outer folds of her pussy, "Oh suck me, lick me you fucking slut whore. Lick me."

"Oh god, yes!" Becky growled, holding Liz's head hard against her as the older coed fluttered her tongue over Becky's clit. "Yes, yes, yes... you fucking... lezzie... slut... whore... I'm coming!"

Becky's body spasmed. She clamped her thighs around Liz's head, holding her face firmly buried in Becky's pussy as she came. Liz's nose was trapped in Becky's curly blonde pubic hair, her mouth crushed around the sophomore's pussy. She couldn't breathe. She struggled desperately as the younger woman thrashed in her orgasm. 

Suddenly, Becky released her and collapsed back onto the little couch. Liz fell in a heap at her feet, gasping and shaking. Liz felt completely wrung out, but at the same time her whole body tingled. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in ball and frig her clit until she came as hard as Becky just had. 

Standing above her, Becky pulled up her sweat pants and straightened her hair. She looked down at Liz. The sexy brunette coed was a mess. Her usually arrogant face was a sticky and flushed, her dark curly hair was a tangled ruin, her clothes were in disarray and her nearly naked ass was bright red. 

Becky took a deep, shaky breath. She hadn't expected things to go that far and, now that it was over, she was a little afraid of what had just happened. Looking down, Becky saw Liz's fingers stealing between her thighs. The ruined coed gave a whimpering moan as she started rubbing her own clit. 

"God, you loved that didn't you," Becky whispered, amazed.



Wild College Days Ch. 03



"What the fuck am I doing here?" Becky said to herself. 

The young college sophomore was standing alone in the middle of Kevin's empty dorm room. Turning slowly, she took in the two beds, set on either side of the long, narrow room. Every visible surface was covered in mounds of smelly laundry, piles of old pizza boxes and towers of empty soda cans. Posters of race cars and bikini-clad models covered most of the walls. A makeshift book case, overflowing with dog-eared paperbacks, old magazines and a few pristine textbooks, and a heavy dresser, a clone of which existed in every dorm on campus, took up the rest of the space.

Becky had planned to burst into Kevin's dorm room, seduce and screw him. That way she would get even with her cheating boyfriend Brad and further punish Kevin's slut girlfriend Liz, who had screwed Brad at a party. Now Kevin's absence, and his smelly dorm room, was forcing her to rethink the whole plan. 

Turning to leave, Becky caught sight of herself in the dresser's full length mirror. Her reflection was tall and pretty, her medium length blonde hair carefully teased and styled, her curvy body covered in a long dark coat that came down to her knees, showing off her lower legs and high heels to good effect. Becky struck a sexy pose, hips cocked, a pouty smile on her face. Poor Kevin was missing out, she thought to herself. 

Watching her reflection, Becky thrust her chest forward and pulled the coat open. Underneath, she wore a lacy powder blue nightie and matching thong. Her perky breasts were pushed up and together, revealing lots of creamy white skin. Anyone looking closely could see her puffy nipples through the blue lace. The frilly bottom of the nightie came just below her waist. The thong was tiny, barely covering anything and, for the first time in her life, Becky had shaved her pussy bare. She turned, sweeping the coat back to look at her full, round ass completely bared by the tiny thong. Becky grimaced, thinking to herself that her ass was a little too full and round. She gave herself a little swat on the backside. 

Suddenly, the dorm room door opened. 

Becky jumped, hastily covering her nearly naked body with her coat. Her face flushed bright red. 

Kevin stood in the doorway, staring at her with a stunned look on his face. Becky's blush deepened. Kevin had obviously just gotten out of the dorm showers, and apart from a ratty towel tied loosely around his waist, he was naked. His dark hair was slicked back. His broad, muscular chest and arms were still wet and shiny. Becky refused to let her gaze drift any lower as Kevin stepped into his room.

"Uh, hi?" Kevin was clearly puzzled. Becky wondered how much he'd seen when he opened the door. She though if she blushed any more, her face would catch fire.

"Hi," she replied, completely failing to sound sexy or seductive or anything but nervous. 

"What's... going on?" Kevin asked. He was standing between her and the door, taking up a lot of space. Becky suddenly wondered why she'd never noticed how big he was. Again, she refused to let her eyes look downward.

"I..." Becky started, suddenly feeling completely off balance. A flash of anger sparked somewhere deep down in the confusion, flaring into a need to take back control of this situation. "I came to see you."

"Yeah," Kevin said, sounding a little too cocky for Becky's taste.

"Liz fucked Brad," Becky blurted out. 

"Oh yeah?" Kevin said, his voice sounding strange, but Becky pressed on.

"Yeah," Becky said forcefully, "your girlfriend fucked my boyfriend. Now we're going to get even."

With that, Becky threw her coat open and tossed it down onto the piles of dirty laundry that covered the floor. She put her hands on her hips and glared defiantly. Kevin smiled slowly, his eyes unabashedly checking out every inch of her body. For as little as she was wearing, Becky was amazed by how completely Kevin was undressing her with his eyes. 

Without looking away from her, Kevin reached into the dresser and took out a coat hanger. He quickly turned and hung the hanger on the outside of the room's doorknob. Closing the door, he turned back to Becky and dropped his towel. Almost involuntarily, Becky looked down. Kevin's legs were as strong and muscular as his arms. His penis hung between then like a club, glowing and thickening even as she watched. 

Kevin walked deliberately up to Becky, his eyes locked on her breasts. Grinning, he reached around and gave her ass a hard swat. Becky flushed red again. He had seen her when he'd come in.

"So," Kevin said, his voice almost gloating, "how do you want it?"

"Sit down on the bed," Becky said firmly.

Kevin laughed and dropped to sit on the edge of one of the beds. 

With a deep breath, Becky dropped to her knees in front of him. She gave him her best sexy smile as she slid her hands along his powerful thighs and lowered her head toward his hard shaft. He was huge. Becky noticed that his pubic hair was trimmed short and even his heavy balls looked shaved. He smelled of soap. 

Leaning forward, Becky quickly licked the length of his firm shaft. Kevin moaned. Becky started to vigorously slide her tongue up and down, rolling it over the thick tip and tasting his salty pre-cum. 

Kevin groaned louder. His hands came up to rest on her head. He stroked her hair while she ran her tongue along his dick. He slid his hands down her shoulders. Becky jumped a little as Kevin suddenly pushed the top of her nightie down. The rough lace scratched against her nipples as her breasts burst free. With one hand, Kevin started to roughly fondle her breast, while his other hand gripped the back of her head.

"Keep going, Becky," Kevin moaned, "suck my cock." He pulled her head back down into his crotch. 

Becky rolled her tongue over his tip again. Kevin reached down with both hands, squeezing her breasts. She squealed as he pinched her nipples. 

"That's it," Kevin groaned, "you love that, don't you." 

"Not so rough," Becky protested.

"Keep sucking," Kevin growled, releasing her breasts. "Suck my cock!"

Becky started to return to tonguing his shaft, but Kevin grabbed her head. Pulling her toward him, he started thrusting his dick at her face. His tip poked at her mouth, smearing pre-cum over her lips and cheek.

"Open your mouth and suck it," he growled. "Suck my dick."

With a loud bang, the dorm room door snapped shut. Kevin's dick popping from between her lips, Becky spun around to look at the door. 

Kevin's girlfriend Liz, her arrogant face smiling from within its frame of dark curls, stood in front of the door, hanging up her coat. 

"Hey lover," Liz purred in her smug East-coast-snob accent, "I see you started without me."

"Becky wanted to party," Kevin grinned.

"How is she?" Liz quipped, pulling her blouse off and dropping it and her bra on the floor on top of Becky's coat.

"She's OK," Kevin replied.

"OK?!?" Becky barked, finding her voice again. "OK?!? You son of a bitch!"

Becky started to push herself to her feet, but Liz's hands came to rest on her shoulders. Liz pushed Becky back down to her knees, as she knelt down beside her.

"He's just teasing, honey," Liz purred at Becky. "Kevin loves a good blowjob."

"Did she tell you?" Liz continued, turning to look up at Kevin. "About how she spanked my ass 'til it was red and made me eat her pussy?"

"No." Kevin's eyes were wide. 

"Oh yeah," Liz grinned.

"And you loved it," Becky chimed in, starting to feel things going her way again. "She was so horny, she lay at my feet and rubbed her clit 'til she came." 

"Fuck, yes," Liz smiled, "it was incredible."

"Damn!" Kevin breathed. "I wish I'd seen that."

"Let's show you, then," Becky growled. 

Pushing herself quickly to her feet, Becky glared down at Liz. She hated the other woman for barging in, hated her for not being angry, and above all hated her for being a big-titted horny slut. Without thinking, Becky shoved her thong down and tossed herself onto Kevin's bed. 

"Come here, slut," Becky barked, "show your boyfriend what a little lezzie slut you are."

Liz gave Kevin a slow, sultry smile as she crawled up between Becky's legs. Becky shuttered as Liz's hands stroked her thighs, pulling her legs apart to reveal her naked, shaven pussy.

"Such a pretty pussy," Liz purred as she lowered her face between Becky's legs. 

Becky felt flushed, short of breath and suddenly very, very horny. She felt Liz's hot breath against her skin and then the brush of Liz's lips against her folds. 

"Oh, yes," Becky sighed as Liz gently kissed her pussy, teasing Becky's lower lips as she might kiss her mouth. Liz's tongue fluttered out, coaxing her folds apart and softly probing inside. 

"Oh, god, yes. Eat me, Lizzy. Eat my fuckin' pussy," Becky moaned, tangling her fingers in Liz's curly dark hair and arching her back to press her pussy into the other coed's face. 

"Damn, that is so hot," Kevin groaned. 

"Shit," Becky gasped. She had almost forgotten about him for a moment. Now he was kneeling next to her on the bed, looking down at Liz's head buried between Becky's thighs. 

"Oh, Kevin," Becky smiled, reaching up with her free hand, stroking Kevin's long, hard dick. Things were starting to go back her way. "Oh, Lizzy's such a good little box-licker. Oh, she so good."

Kevin moaned. Shifting closer, he grabbed Becky's tits and started roughly mashing and pinching her nipples. He pushed himself forward until his hard dick was right in front of her face. 

With an inward sigh, Becky leaned up and took his shaft back into her mouth. Kevin moaned louder. His hips rocked, poking his shaft into Becky's face. Becky groaned, struggling to comfortably accommodate Kevin's thrusting dick while trying to focus on the pleasurable sensations Liz was teasing out of her pussy. 

The door slammed again. Becky jumped, Kevin's dick popping from her mouth for the second time. 

"What the fuck?!" Kevin shouted.

"Dude!" A second male voice yelled. 

Becky looked up to see Kevin's roommate Gary leering down at her. He couldn't seem to decide whether to look at her naked breasts, her face which was smeared with Kevin's pre-cum or Liz, topless, with her face in Becky's pussy. Becky blushed so furiously she thought her face would catch fire. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm. Worse, Becky realized, Liz wasn't stopping. In fact, she had started vigorously tonguing Becky's clit, causing her body to spasm with involuntary pleasure. 

"Dude, the coat hanger! On the fuckin' door, like we agreed!" Kevin cursed. He was waving at the door with one hand while trying to cover his crotch with the other. The gesture was pointless as his erection was simply too big to be hidden.

"Wasn't one out, man," Gary laughed. 

"Oh," Liz purred, finally lifting her head from Becky's pussy, "I used it to hang up my coat."

Becky stared at her in shock and fury. It dawned on her that Liz had done that deliberately.

"You bitch!" Becky shouted.

"I'm not the one who came here to bone Kevin," Liz smiled with false sweetness, then she laughed, "Oh wait, I guess I am."

"Dude, I'll go to the library or something," Gary said, still chuckling.

"No!" Becky barked. "Liz wanted you here, she can fuckin' deal with you. So why don't you go blow him while I fuck your boyfriend, you slut!"

Liz looked at Gary and smiled wider. "Ok."

"Wha..." Gary gasped. 

Liz turned and walked over to Gary, her large bare breasts arched proudly toward him. "Come on, Gary, Becky wants me to suck your cock while she fucks Kevin. That cool?"

"Uhhh, yeah," Gary said as Liz knelt in front of him. "Hell, yeah."

"Now," Becky snarled, turning to Kevin, "get down here and fuck my pussy."

"Yes ma'am," Kevin grinned.

Kevin hastily crawled between Becky's legs, leering down at her. Becky closed her eyes. Suddenly, she didn't want to look at him. She just wanted this to be done with. She could feel the heat of his body over hers, feel the weight of his legs against her thighs. She felt the tip of his shaft pressing against her pussy, wet with Liz's saliva and her own lust, lust that had next to nothing to do with the large, swollen dick bumping roughly against her. 

"You look so hot, Becky," Kevin moaned above her.

"Fuck me," Becky sighed. Fuck you, she added inwardly. 

"Oh god," Becky grunted, as Kevin thrust into her in one hard push. Then she moaned as he filled her completely. He started to move inside her with long, steady thrusts. His dick was big, long and full. 

"Oh fuck... fuck...Oh fuck!" Becky moaned, with each thrust. In spite of herself, Becky realized it felt wonderful. With her eyes closed, she could ignore that it was Kevin. She could forget about Liz and Brad and, God help her, Gary, and just focus on the simple, animal pleasure of a long, hard dick inside her, filling her with increasingly passionate thrusts. 

"Oh god... yes... fuck... yes!" Becky's moans grew, involuntarily, into cries. Her fingers dug into the mattress, as pleasure rose like a wave in her body.

"That's it baby," Kevin groaned above her, "yeah, you like that. You like that hard cock pounding your pussy. Just like that, huh?"

"Fuck," Becky groaned. Shut the fuck up, she cried silently as the bastard's words threatened to bring her back down. Shut up and let me enjoy this. 

"Oh yeah," Kevin howled, "you fuckin' love it! Take it! Take my big cock!"

"Oh, fu-uh-uh-uh-uck!" Becky moaned in mingled lust and frustration. 

Pleasure built as the wonderful dick, attached though it was to a total dick-head, pounded into her. Her body arched under him, tensing, desperate for release. A hand grasped Becky's breast, squeezing and caressing. A spark leapt from her nipple to her pussy, pushing her over the edge. 

"Oh fuck... fuck... yes... yes... yes... I'm coming!" Becky's whole body spasmed, squeezing tightly, blocking out everything in a crashing thunder of pleasure.

Becky collapsed onto the bed, her body still shaking with little spasms while a hand continued to massage her breast. Each brush against her nipple caused her to twitch again in fading pleasure. 

Suddenly, Kevin pulled out of her. Dimly, she wondered why. She didn't think he'd come yet. Lazily, Becky opened her eyes and saw a glistening, hard penis in her face. She groaned inwardly and then gasped when she realized it wasn't Kevin's penis. Gary was kneeling over her head, frantically rubbing his hard shaft. Kevin was scrambling up the bed to kneel at the other side of her head. Liz, that fucking bitch, lay beside her, grinning while her hands lovingly caressed Becky's breasts.

Gary started grunting and let out a loud groan. A forceful jet of hot and sticky cum struck Becky's face, then another and another. The bastard was coming on her face! She opened her mouth to protest and a spurt of semen landed directly on her tongue. Hastily she closed her lips as more cum spattered over her lips, nose and cheeks.

"Right in her mouth," Gary moaned above her.

"Dude, score!" Kevin grunted, then unloaded his own powerful spurts of semen.

Becky tried to glare at them, but a sticky jet of Kevin's semen landed in her eyes, forcing her to close them. Becky could feel the semen covering her. It was slowly oozing down into her eyes, sliding down her nose, over her lips and even dripping into her hair. Above her, Becky heard Kevin and Gary cheering and the slap of hands as they high-fived over her cum-soaked face.

Liz, still massaging Becky's breasts, leaned forward and whispered, "Now who's the fucking slut, huh?"



Wild College Days Ch. 04



"You told them to come on my fucking face?!" Becky shouted as she grabbed Liz and pulled the naked coed down on her lap. 

Becky hated Liz. She hated the older coed for being a total slut who had fucked Becky's boyfriend. She hated Liz for not being even a little jealous when Becky had fucked Liz's boyfriend right in front of her. She hated Liz for somehow arranging it so that revenge fuck ended with Liz's boyfriend and his roommate spraying jizz all over Becky's face. Above all, she hated Liz for having big tits, a tight belly and a firm, round ass that Becky just couldn't get enough of. 

Becky poured every bit of that hate and anger into her arm, fueling the powerful, open handed slap that made Liz's firm, round ass jiggle. The older coed yelped and jumped under the stinging blow but made no move to escape. Liz just turned her head to look over her shoulder at Becky.

"Owww," Liz purred, "Was that wrong?"

Becky looked into Liz's sultry blue eyes peering through a curtain of wavy dark hair and her breath quickened. Becky could feel her nipples hardening in the cool air and warmth kindling in her bare pussy. 

Becky was as naked as Liz. After wiping the cum out of her eyes, she had stormed back to her dorm room, wearing only a skimpy blue nightie under her long coat. She'd only just finished pulling off the rumpled, cum-stained lingerie when Liz had arrived at her door. The bitch had been fully dressed when she'd arrived. Becky wasn't entirely sure why her first thought had been to command Liz to strip naked, at least she wasn't quite ready to admit to herself why, but Liz hadn't hesitated. Part of Becky wanted to run her hands over every inch of the older brunette's body, but right now most of her wanted to beat the bitch's ass until she couldn't sit.

"Was it wrong?!" Becky snarled, "You told them to cum on my fucking face!"

Liz yelped as Becky rained a series of harsh, anger-filled blows down on her ass.

"Yes," Liz cried, jumping and wiggling under Becky's punishing hand, "I told Gary to cum on your face. I knew if he did Kevin would too."

Panting, Becky stopped. Her hand stung. She stared down at Liz's round ass, already reddening from her furious spanking.

"Why?" Becky panted.

"Sweetie," Liz purred, "if you tell a guy to cum on a woman's face, he will. And I know Kevin. I knew he wouldn't pass up a chance to spooge on your face, even if it meant he had to stop fucking your pretty pussy. He just loves it." 

Becky snarled, laying another furiously hard blow on Liz's round ass. 

"And those bastards did it," Becky yelled. "Why did you fucking tell them to do that?"

Liz moaned, wiggling, "Ooo, you were trying to mess with me, so I made a mess of you."

"Bitch!" Becky shouted, spanking Liz's red ass.

"Yes," Liz moaned, "Yes I am. I'm a bad girl. Ooo yeah, spank me baby."

"You are a fucking slut," Becky growled, raining blow after blow down on that firm ass.

"I wasn't the one with cum on her face an hour ago," Liz sneered.

"Eat me," Becky yelled, suddenly pushing Liz off her lap.

The brunette coed rolled over onto her back. Her face was flushed and panting. Becky saw that Liz's full round breasts were also flushed red and her large nipples were hard. Her shaven pussy made her swollen lips plainly visible. Becky realized she must look the same.

"Yes, please," Liz moaned.

"Oh, God," Becky cried, throwing her legs over Liz's body as she moved to straddle the older coed's face. 

Becky had never thought of herself as anything but straight, but she as she lowered her wet pussy down onto Liz's face she knew that what she wanted more than anything was to have this stuck up bitch eat her again. As Liz's searching tongue started to probe Becky's wet folds, the younger woman let herself moan in wild abandon.

"That's it," Becky cried, "eat my pussy."

Looking down, Becky saw Liz's sultry blue eyes looking up at her from between her tights. Liz's tongue licked and probed deep into Becky's wet pussy. Becky ground her pussy down against Liz's face. 

"Yeah, eat me you fucking lezzie slut," Becky moaned. Reaching down, Becky grabbed a handful of the brunette's curly hair and pulled, shoving the coed's face even harder against her crotch. 

"You fucking slut whore," Becky moaned. Liz accepted anything, eagerly tonguing and sucking Becky's pussy. Liz did anything, Becky realized. Anything Becky told her to do, she did. Liz was her fucking slave. 

"You're mine," Becky moaned, digging her fingers tighter into Liz's dark hair, "Oh, God... you're mine... my fucking... slut.... oh... my... oh... I'm coming... don't stop... I'm coming!"

Becky spasmed, her whole body tensing with the power of her orgasm. Slowly, it faded away, then suddenly she spasmed again. Liz's tongue continued to flick against Becky's clit, sparking little sparks of pleasure that coursed through her body. Finally, Becky rolled off, collapsing limply next to the other woman. 

"Mmmmm, am I forgiven?" Liz purred. 

Becky sighed, looking down at Liz's naked body beside her. The brunette's face was sticky and still flushed. Becky realized that Liz was pinching her own nipples with one hand, while her other hand was between her thighs. Becky watched as Liz's fingers moved up and down, rubbing her own clit. The older coed moaned softly, her blue eyes looking into Becky's face. 

"You made them cum on my face," Becky said softly. 

"They came on my face," Liz sighed, her fingers working more quickly.

"Kevin and Gary," Becky said, watching.

"No," Liz purred, "I've never fucked Gary. Today was the first time I've even blow him. Kevin and Brad."

"What?" Becky said, suddenly confused. "Brad, my boyfriend, came on your face? Wait, Kevin AND Brad?!"

"Mmmm," Liz sighed, her hips starting to arch, "Kevin fucked my face while Brad fucked my pussy... Oooo... and they both came on my face."

"Stop," Becky barked. "What?" Liz sighed, her fingers vigorously pumping her clit.

"Stop!" Becky grabbed Liz's wrist, pulling her working fingers away from her pussy. Liz whimpered. "You don't get to cum yet. Tell me everything that happened that night. Everything."

Moaning with denied lust, Liz told her. 

"Please," Liz said when she finished her story, "please let me cum."

"No," Becky sneered. "I've got an idea and I want you super horny. You get no release until I say so, slut."



Wild College Days Ch. 05



"Dude," Gary said, tossing himself down in a chair, "is it true you and Kevin spit roasted Liz?"

The music pounded through the walls as another wild college party raged in the next room. Brad and Kevin stood in the doorway of the otherwise empty back bedroom where Gary had unaccountably dragged them. 

"Yeah, totally," Brad smirked.

"Right there on that fuckin' bed," Kevin added.

"Dude, seriously," Gary grinned wildly, "you both hit that? At the same time?"

"Fuck yeah," Brad's voice rang with bravado, "I banged her snatch while she gagged on Kev's dick, then we blasted her face."

"You shit!" a woman's voice shrieked, "You total fucking asshole!"

Brad turned to see his girlfriend Becky standing in the doorway behind him. The curvy blonde sophomore was dressed to thrill. Her tight, short skirt showed off her long legs and the tightly laced corset top emphasized her perky breasts. Just behind her stood the recent topic of conversation, Liz. The busty brunette's halter top and mini-skirt matched Becky's outfit so perfectly the woman must have planned it. 

Brad cringed, tossing an evil look over his shoulder at Gary. 

"Dude, you are totally fuckin' busted," Gary grinned.

"That's right, sweetie," Becky snarled. "Oh, I already knew you fucked Liz. That's why I fucked Kevin the other day."

"What?!" Brad yelled, turning his glare to Kevin, who seemed suddenly fascinated by his beer bottle.

"Shut up, honey," Becky interrupted with mocking sweetness. "See, what nobody bothered to tell me is that you and Kevin had fucked Liz together. But now I know 'cause Liz told me and Gary here just confirmed it. Thanks, Gary."

"Anytime," Gary grinned. 

"You son of a bitch," Brad snarled.

"So here's the deal, guys," Becky continued, ignoring Brad. "Neither one of you is fucking me again. That's right sweetie, we're through."

Brad stared at Becky, red faced and horrified. Kevin continued to stare at his bottle, while Gary grinned.

"And you, you shit," Becky snarled, wheeling to glare at Gary, who suddenly paled, "you came on my fucking face! So don't think you're getting any."

"You what?!" Brad yelped. Gary shrugged sheepishly.

"I'm not finished," Becky growled, "'cause just to show you guys I'm not a totally heartless bitch, I will give all of you one last fuck."

"Cool," Kevin and Gary said together. 

"But..." Brad started.

"Don't worry. sweetie," Becky purred at him viciously, "they're not going to fuck me... and neither are you. But you guys can all fuck Liz one last time. Isn't that right, Liz."

"Yes, ma'am," Liz smiled, "you guys can all have me, right here, right now."

"But..." Becky added, giving Liz and evil grin.

"But you all have to cum on my face," Liz finished.

"Cool," Kevin and Gary said together. 

"But babe," Brad whined, stepping close to his apparently now ex-girlfriend and trying to blot out the others in the room, "I... I'm sorry. I fucked up. How can I fix this?"

"Do what I tell you, you fat fuck," Becky sneered, "Fuck her and fuck her good, 'cause it's the only pussy you're going to get for a while."

>

Ignoring Brad and Becky's whispered confrontation, Liz sauntered to the center of the room. The lustful looks she was getting from Kevin and Gary filled her with a sense of power. Becky hadn't really believed that Liz would have all three guys tonight, but Liz knew that she could have any guy she wanted, and tonight she wanted these guys. Ever since Becky had come up with this idea, the younger coed had been doing everything she could to keep Liz hot and horny, while refusing to let her come. While there had been plenty of times she could have found release without Becky knowing, Liz had obeyed the blonde's commands without question. Finally, tonight, Becky had promised Liz she could come, as long she got all the guys to fuck her. Liz would have them all before the night was done.

With a slutty grin, Liz sank to her knees in front of Kevin and Gary. She quickly pulled her halter top over her head and tossed it aside. Liz squeezed her large white breasts together, pinching the big hard nipples while she licked her lips.

"Come on boys," Liz purred, "whip 'em out. I want to suck those big hard cocks before you fuck me."

"Fuck yeah," Kevin laughed, hastily pulling his jeans open and hauling out his already stiffening dick. Liz smiled at the sight of that long, thick shaft. Kevin was kind of an asshole, but he sure had a great dick. 

"Oh yeah," Liz sighed, wrapping one hand around Kevin's proud shaft.

"Dude," Gary chuckled uncertainly as he nervously unbuttoned his jeans. 

"Mmm," Liz purred. Turning to Gary, she reached her free hand down into his boxers and grabbed hold of his semi-hard dick. "Let's have it, big boy. I really want to suck your cock again."

Liz laughed as Gary's dick practically leapt from his pants, growing rock hard in her hand. Smaller and thinner than Kevin's, Liz still loved the sight of Gary's penis, like she loved all dicks. With a deep sigh, she slid Gary's shaft between her lips, easily taking him deep into her mouth. After deep throating Kevin's long shaft, swallowing Gary wasn't all that bad. 

Gary groaned, wrapping his fingers in Liz's curly hair and pulling her face down to his belly. Liz gagged as his dick pressed into her throat, but she pushed the reflex aside, swallowing convulsively around Gary's shaft. He moaned again, louder as her throat massaged his dick. Satisfied that she had impressed him, Liz eased back on Gary's shaft. She bobbed her head, steadily fucking her face on his dick for a few moments before taking him once more to the root. Gary thrust his hips hard against Liz's face and she gagged again. 

With a choking gasp Liz pulled her head up off Gary's dick. A sticky line of saliva connected Liz's mouth to Gary's shaft as she grinned up him. He was panting, his face flushed. With a deep breath, Liz settled herself and then turned her attention to Kevin's long, hard shaft, still gripped in her other hand. 

"You ready for the big dog now, baby?" Kevin leered at her.

"Oh yeah," Liz growled, her throat already a little raw, "give it to me, stud. Gimme that big cock."

Kevin grabbed Liz's head, pulling her face toward his dick. Smiling inwardly, Liz turned her head as her lips met the shaft, licking down the side instead of taking it in her mouth. Kevin groaned as she teased her way down his hard member, then crouched lower to nuzzle his balls. Liz loved the fact that Kevin was so vain he shaved his balls. She also loved rolling her tongue over his shaven sack and listening to him groan and twitch. 

"Oh fuck," Kevin groaned, "Oh suck me, you slut. Lick my balls. Oh god Lizzy, that's so good."

Liz knew how sucking his sensitive testicles tormented him, especially when he was longing for her to swallow his shaft, so she lingered. Her tongue pulled each round orb into her mouth. Her nose, buried against his crotch, drank in the musky scent of him. 

"Fuck, Lizzy," Kevin growled, pulling at her head. "Enough, enough! Suck my dick, you slut. Suck it hard."

Moaning, Liz licked her way up his shaft again, rolling her tongue in teasing licks across the tip as she lapped up his salty pre-cum.

"Suck it!" Kevin growled, holding her head and thrusting his hips. 

Liz opened her mouth wide and let him thrust into her face. His dick filled her mouth and pressed hard into her throat. Gagging, she pushed back against Kevin's thighs, slowing him down until she could steady herself. Then, with a deep moan, she swallowed him whole, pulling his length all the way down her throat. Holding her head firmly, Kevin rocked his hips, fucking her face with slow, steady thrusts.

"I said fuck her, not choke her, Kevin." Becky's voice penetrated Liz's lustful daze. 

"She loves it, don't you, Lizzy," Kevin groaned. With Kevin's dick still pistoning down her throat, Liz couldn't answer. 

"God, Lizzy, you are such a slut," Becky sneered. "Get her up on the bed. Brad, I want to see you and Kevin spit roast her again. How 'bout it honey. Show me how you fucked her. "

"Yeah, let's give her a show," groaned Kevin. 

"Oh for God's sake, Kevin," Becky snapped, "get your dick out of her mouth and let her breathe."

Kevin laughed and pulled himself from Liz's throat. Liz, feeling lightheaded and slightly nauseous from his relentless face-fucking, knelt on the floor, breathing deeply. She knew she was a mess, with saliva drooling down her chin onto her breasts. With a quick gesture, she wiped the worst of the mess from her face. Then more slowly, she rubbed at the wet mess on neck and chest, turning it into what she hoped was a sensual performance of massaging her tits.

"Get up on the bed, slut," Becky commanded, and Liz pushed herself to her feet. 

Standing, she looked steadily at the guys. Kevin and Gary stood on either side, their hard dicks still in their hands. Brad stood in front of her, next to Becky. Liz noticed that his pants were off and smiled. He looked just the same as he had the first night she had fucked him, his thick dick and hairy balls hanging between his pale, meaty legs, below his ratty t-shirt. Becky, probably without thinking, reached out to hold Brad's thick dick in her hand, rubbing it slowly as her eyes devoured Liz. 

Liz stretched herself, reveling in their lustful gazes. She slid her hands down, along the sides of her wet, shiny breasts and down her belly to the waistband of her mini-skirt. Hooking her fingers through the elastic, she pushed the skimpy skirt and the tiny thong below it down to her ankles. Standing tall again, she turned a slow circle, showing off her shaven pussy and round ass to her audience. Turning her back on them, she swayed her way over to the bed and crawled up onto it.

"Remember this, Brad?" Liz purred over her shoulder. She turned to lay on her back, her hand sliding down between her legs, her fingers parting her swollen pussy lips. She smiled at the four sets of eyes watching her.

"Remember fucking my pussy," Liz moaned, her fingers sliding into her wet folds, "Come fuck my pussy, Brad. Fuck my pussy and cum on my face."

Brad glanced at Becky then stumbled toward the bed, his face grimly determined. 

Kevin, remembering his part, grinned and clapped his hands together as he turned toward the bed.

"Hey," Gary snapped suddenly, "what about me?"

"Come over here," Becky purred, dropping herself into the chair.

"What?" Brad stopped suddenly, spinning to face Becky. "You said you wouldn't fuck him."

"Not that it's any of your business who I fuck from now on, Brad," Becky snapped, "but I'm not going to fuck him. He's going to eat me. But if you do a good job, I'll reward you." She added to Gary, sliding a finger into her mouth and sucking it.

"OK!" Gary said, dropping to his knees in front of Becky's chair.

Brad stood, frozen, watching as Becky pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide. Liz sighed inwardly, remembering the taste of Becky's pretty pussy and the feeling of the blonde coed bucking and moaning. Liz felt her own twinge of jealously as Gary lowered his face between Becky's lewdly spread legs and Becky moaned. Liz saw Brad's fists clenching. 

"Fuck her, Brad," Becky commanded, giving Brad a sultry smile. "I'm going to watch you fuck her, then maybe I'll let you watch me."

Brad spun, turning his back on Becky and Gary, and faced Liz. His face was red and twisted with fury. His dick looked so hard it could pound nails. Looking at him, Liz felt a thrill of lust that took her breath away. Remembering what Becky wanted, Liz quickly flipped over onto her hands and knees, presenting her wet pussy to Brad. Kevin already knelt by Liz's head, his hard shaft in his hand, though Liz honestly couldn't have cared less about him. It was the thought of Brad pouring his lust and rage into her willing body that fired her.

Brad entered Liz with a single savage thrust and she screamed. He grabbed her by the hips and pounded into her, thrusting with brutal force. Liz's whole body rocked under the relentless assault of Brad's thrusting dick. Then Kevin grabbed her shoulder, steadying her while he rubbed his own dick against her face. Gasping, she remember his role in things and accepted him into her mouth. For the second time, she felt their two dicks penetrating her face and pussy. The pleasure of having them both, of knowing they both lusted for her, was amazing. Liz moaned. Brad continued his violent pounding into Liz's wet pussy. Kevin just held her steady. The force of Brad's wild thrusts was enough to force Kevin's dick down Liz's throat. It seemed to Liz that Brad was fucking her from both ends, using Kevin's dick.

"Oh God, yes!" Becky's voice reached Liz though the pounding of her pulse in her ears, "Yes Gary... eat me... oh that's so good."

Brad snarled, hammering himself into Liz even more brutally. She gagged as she was forced forward, her throat muscles spasming around Kevin's shaft.

"Oh yes," Becky cried, "oh God, yes... lick me, Gary... yes... like that..."

Brad roared. His dick pummeled Liz as she struggled to breathe around Kevin's shaft. Kevin moaned, his hips rocking as he started to thrust against Liz's face.

"Yes, Gary," Becky moaned, "Yes.... Yes... Don't stop..."

Kevin groaned. Liz felt his dick pulsing against her abused throat. He wrenched himself back, filling her mouth with cum before pulling out completely to spatter his final spurts over her face and hair. Semen and saliva drooled from Liz's battered lips as she gasped and choked. She fell forward onto the bed as Brad continued to savagely drive himself into her. 

"Yessss!" Becky shrieked, "I'm coming!"

With a savage grunt, Brad pulled himself out of Liz's battered pussy. Violently flipping her over, he straddled her face and started whacking his dick. Brad's face was red, his eyes were glazed with lust and rage. 

"You fucking slut," Brad snarled down at Liz, "You lousy whore."

"Yes," Liz whispered through her raw, abused throat, "Do it Brad. Cum on my face, baby."

Brad gave a final roar. His body tensed and he unloaded a torrent of semen. The first powerful sprays covered Liz's eyes and she closed them against the painful sting. Hot, sticky streaks of cum continued to rain down on her cheeks, her forehead and even into her nose. Finally, panting and sobbing, Brad seemed to fall off her. 

Liz lay there panting. Her throat and pussy ached. Her eyes burned from the semen that covered them, but she knew Becky would be furious if she wiped them off yet. There was still Gary to finish. She heard him moan and even with her eyes closed, she knew that Becky was giving him his reward for being a good box-licker.

"Oh man," Liz heard Gary groan a short while later, "Becky, you are a great cock-sucker."

Brad, still laying next to Liz, made a faint sobbing groan.

A wet popping sound preceded the sound of Becky's voice, "I'm glad you like it, but that's enough for now. Liz is waiting for you. Aren't you slut?"

"Yes," Liz said, her voice raw, "come here Gary. I want your cum on my face."

"Yes ma'am," Gary's voice replied.

Liz felt the bed shift under Gary's weight. She tried to open her eyes, but the semen stung too much. 

"Press those big tits together Liz," Gary said as he straddled her chest. "I want to fuck your boobs."

"Oh yes," Liz purred, pushing her breasts together around Gary's hard shaft. She lay back and enjoyed the feeling. The mixture of Gary's pre-cum and Becky's saliva made his shaft slick, and it slid easily between her firm, full breasts. As Gary thrust his dick back and forth, Liz played with her nipples, moaning and sighing to encourage him. Suddenly, Gary gave a deep moan. Liz felt his shaft harden and then pulse. His warm, sticky cum pooled between her breasts. 

Groaning, Gary heaved himself upward and let the last spurts of his load fall among the semen already coating Liz's face. 

"Thanks, Lizzy," Gary said softly.

"My pleasure," Liz whispered back honestly. 

The bed shifted as the guys climbed off it. A few moments later, Liz heard the party outside grow louder as the door opened. Carefully, Liz started to wipe the semen from her eyes and peek out. She saw Kevin strutting out into the party, no doubt looking for another beer. Brad slouched as close to Becky as he seemed to dare, glowering at Gary, who was pulling up his pants. 

"Will she be ok," Gary was asking Becky, rather sweetly, Liz thought.

"She's fine," Becky sneered, pushing Gary out the door while he was still trying to button his jeans.

"Come on, Brad," Becky added, pushing her boyfriend out the door after Gary. 

Becky cast a quick look back at Liz. Liz smiled, her hand creeping down to her battered pussy. Sighing, Liz started to rub her clit, pleasure filling her. Becky grinned at her and walked out the door as Liz closed her eyes and started furiously frigging her clit.



Wild College Days Ch. 06



Derrick stood in the doorway of the back bedroom, wondering at the sight within. Usually, he found college parties a waste of time. Cheap beer, overly loud music and a bunch of mindless posers bumping and grinding amid a crowd of sweaty drunks. This was something else. Well, the cheap beer, overly loud music and sweaty drunks surrounding him were the same, but the bumping and grinding going on in the back bedroom was of a different order.

In the middle of the small, cluttered bedroom, sprawled on a cheap bed, lay a seriously hot and totally naked coed. She had milky skin and dark curly hair. Her long, firm legs were spread, framing a completely shaven pussy into which her long fingers slid in rhythmic motion. Her breasts were large, firm and smeared with cum which oozed between them and down her neck. Her pretty face too was covered in sticky cum. Streaks of semen even lined her hair. Her eyes were closed and she sighed in pleasure as her fingers continued to work her pussy.

Derrick thought he recognized her. She looked a lot like the brunette coed who kept flashing her panties at the art professor, and the rest of the class besides. Still, this coed was a lot more naked and cum covered, so it was hard to tell for sure. 

"See, dude," the drunk standing next to him slurred, "I knew I heard fucking in here."

"Fuck, man," another drunk, this one muscular and blond, groaned, "I'm getting' me some of that."

His friends laughing and whispering a mix of encouragement and warning, the muscular blond marched into the room, fumbling with his jeans. 





Wild College Days Ch. 06



With a deep shuddering breath, Becky turned back to the naked penis in front of her. Closing her eyes and trying to blot out everything else, she leaned forward and rolled her tongue over its slimy tip. Working quickly, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible, Becky licked her way up and down the stranger's hard shaft. Opening her lips, she took the tip of this strange shaft into her mouth, trying not to gag at the mere though of sucking this stranger's dick. The guy moaned and rocked his hips, pushing his dick deeper into her mouth. Why, Becky wondered, did guys always try to fuck her face? The stranger pushed harder. His shaft pressed at her throat and Becky gagged in earnest. She pulled her head back and the strange dick fell from her mouth with a lewd popping sound. 

Becky gasped as the guy grabbed her arm and pulled, hauling her to her feet. 

"I wanna fuck," he slurred, shoving her at the bed. 

Becky dropped down onto the mattress next to Liz and tried not think about the wet sticky mess she landed in. The stranger loomed over her, holding his hard red dick like a club. 

"Over," he grunted. 

Becky flipped quickly onto her belly. She didn't really want to look at him anyway. Her mini skirt was quickly pushed up and Becky found herself regretting the decision to wear a thong tonight. Heavy legs straddled her, pinning her down, and the spongy hard tip of a dick pressed against her butt-cheeks. 

Becky gasped, suddenly even more horrified as she remembered what the drunk had said. She hadn't thought this guy literally meant he wanted to fuck her ass. She'd never let anyone do that. His hard shaft was now sliding between her butt-cheeks, poking insistently at her back-door. The thought of a total stranger penetrating her ass terrified Becky. Desperate, she wiggled her hips, trying to shift herself and guide his seeking dick down between her thighs. The drunk pushed with greater vigor, his dick poking Becky's butt, her thighs, and finally shoving against her pussy. With a hard grunt, the stranger suddenly penetrated her. 

"Oh, shit," Becky yelped, wincing in pain as the hard dick pushed its way into her dry pussy. "Shit... it's inside me!"

"Fuck yeah," the drunk slurred. He started to thrust with in a wild, irregular rhythm, forcing his shaft deeper into her horrified body.

"Oh shit... oh fuck," Becky moaned as the strange dick plunged into her. "Oh shit... oh fuck... oh fucking... shit."

Something touched Becky's hand. Looking over, she saw Liz's hand slipping into hers. 

"Oh god, Lizzy," Becky whimpered, "Oh shit... Lizzy, he's fucking me. He's fucking me."

Laying by her side, Liz gave Becky a warm smile. Becky tried to smile back, but it was hard with a stranger's dick savagely assaulting her pussy. He was holding her hips, pounding his shaft into her relentlessly without any thought for what she felt. 

"Yeah baby," the stranger slurred, leering at Becky, "I'm fuckin' you... fuckin' your tight ass."

No, Becky thought quietly, thank god you're not. His brutal assault on her pussy was bad enough. If he had been in her ass, Becky was sure she'd never have been able to take it.

"Oh fuck!" the stranger bellowed suddenly. With a final, brutal thrust he buried his hard shaft deeply inside Becky's violated body, his whole body tensing.

"Oh shit!" Becky groaned as a wet load of cum flooded her naked pussy. 

The stranger slumped onto her, like dead weight crushing her. A moment later, he was lifted off and propelled out the door by a furious Gary. 

"Show's over, folks," the dark man called to the crowd with his deep commanding voice. Shouts of protest faded quickly as he stepped forward and pushed the door closed in their faces.

Turning to Becky, he added, "You have a lot to learn."



Wild College Days Ch. 07



The shower sprayed water down. Liz sighed as the water pounded against her naked skin, soothing her aching body. She scrubbed at her face, washing away the sticky mass of dried semen. She could feel it gumming her hair and sticking to her breasts and thighs. 

Liz opened her bloodshot eyes to see Becky standing with her in the shower. The shower sprayed a gentle dew of water over the tall blonde's pert breasts and curvy belly. Becky's soft hands rubbed soap over Liz's body, gently washing the cum from her. Liz sighed again as Becky rubbed her breasts, her soapy fingers squeezing and caressing Liz's mounds, teasing her nipples. Becky's hands rubbed firmly down Liz's taut belly and sides, sliding over her hips. Becky's fingers scrubbed at the sticky mess that stained Liz's thighs and grazed gently upward. Suddenly Liz jerked back, giving an involuntary pained gasp as Becky's touch brushed against her abused pussy. 

"Oh god," Becky said, her voice heavy, "I'm sorry, Lizzy."

"It's OK," Liz whispered, "just a little sore after everything tonight."

"No, Lizzy," Becky said firmly, looking in her eyes. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't left you like that, those men wouldn't have..." She broke off with a choked sob.

"I'm ok," Liz said steadily, sliding her hands along Becky's bare arms. 

It wasn't strictly true. Liz's pussy, ass and throat all ached from repeated battery. She'd been ready and willing to be gang-banged by Kevin, Brad and Gary, just like Becky had planned. Liz hadn't been ready to take all comers. (She groaned inwardly at her own unintended, unpleasant pun.) With a stomach churning shock, she realized she had no clear memory of how many penises had entered each of her openings. Things had definitely gotten wildly out of hand. Still, Liz felt it would have been much worse if Becky hadn't intervened.

"Lizzy," Becky started again huskily.

"I'm OK," Liz repeated. 

Liz leaned close to Becky, looking slightly upward and wondering at the difference in their heights. The warm water of the shower pounded over them. Liz could feel the warmth of Becky's skin. Liz felt her breath quickening. Her full, round soapy breasts heaved and bumped against Becky's smaller, perky mounds. Becky gasped, looking down at their breasts rubbing together. Suddenly she laughed, a deep, embarrassed giggle overwhelming her. 

Becky's laugher washed over her and Liz started giggling with her. Grabbing the blonde's shoulders, the busty brunette shook her soapy chest, rubbing her breasts against Becky's body while the two wet, soapy, naked coeds laughed uncontrollably. 

Slowly their laughter died away, leaving the two women holding each other under the warm spray of the shower.

On impulse, Liz leaned up and kissed Becky's lips. Becky went suddenly still, looking down into Liz's bright blue eyes. Liz realized that she had never kissed Becky on the lips before. Not those lips anyway. Becky smiled slowly. The two coeds slid together, kissing slowly at first, then with growing passion. 

Becky broke the kiss, smiling down at Liz for a moment before leaning down to kiss the busty brunette's neck. Liz moaned, her hands tangling in Becky's hair as the blonde kissed her way down Liz's neck and across her chest. Liz gasped and moaned as the younger woman's tongue slid over Liz's breasts. She yelped as Becky took a nipple firmly between her teeth, flicking it with her tongue. Becky nipped and sucked adamantly on each of Liz's breasts, then slowly licked her way further down.

"Becky," Liz said huskily as the blonde lowered herself to her knees. Liz had gone down on Becky a couple of times, but the younger coed had never done the same for her.

"Hush," Becky purred. Laughing softly she added, "It's my turn... lezzie Lizzy."

Becky slid her face between Liz's legs and brushed her tongue against Liz's pussy. Liz whimpered and moaned. She was still sore and suddenly worried about the stranger's spunk that was still oozing from her pussy. Becky's tongue probed her gently, teasing apart Liz's swollen pussy lips and flicking softly against her clit. 

Liz moaned as Becky's seeking tongue sparked pleasure and pain. Her breath quickened to ragged gasps as feelings spread like fire from between her legs. Liz's hand shot out, pressing against the water-slicked wall of the shower stall as her knees grew weak. Becky's hands teased Liz's thighs and pressed against her ass. Liz moaned more loudly as her pleasure mounted. Becky's fingers gently parted Liz's swollen, sore pussy and her tongue fluttered against Liz's clit. Liz whimpered, shoving her hand into her mouth to keep from screaming in pleasure. Her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. 

Knees buckling, Liz sank down to floor to kneel next to Becky. The water poured over them like rain.

"Oh," Liz sighed.

"You liked that," Becky smiled, trying to hide the hint of a question in her voice. "I've never done that before."

"Oh gods," Liz laughed softly, "I think I love you."

>

Standing in the bathroom doorway, Becky watched Liz, still unabashedly naked, walk to the bed and lay down. The busty brunette wrapped a blanket around herself and closed her eyes, seeming to fall quickly asleep. Becky stood and watched her for a long time, her emotions tangled and confused. A week ago she'd passionately hated the older coed for stealing her then boyfriend. Now, she felt stirrings of emotion she'd never experienced for another person and never expected to feel for a woman.

Sighing, Becky wrapped a terrycloth robe around herself. Liz may be completely comfortable in her skin, but Becky wasn't. She also knew they weren't alone.. Liz's apartment was a large single room studio, with the bathroom set to one side. The bed was set on the far side of the space from the apartment's small kitchenette and dining table.

Sure enough, the man who had brought them here from the party was sitting quietly at that table. In the dark, all Becky could clearly see was the pale skin of his face and hands. Dressed in dark clothes, with dark hair and dark eyes, he seemed to fade unnaturally into the shadows of the room. 

She didn't know what to make of him. He had helped them, in a way, but at the same time there was something about it, a dangerous strength of will, now carefully contained. Becky shook herself. She didn't know what this guy's deal was, but she wasn't going to attribute it to supernatural powers. Not quite anyway. Warily, she stalked across the room and lowered herself stiffly into the chair opposite him, carefully holding her robe closed. 

"I suppose I should thank you or something," she said after a time.

"I didn't really do so much, Becky," the dark man answered. "You're the one who rescued her in the end."

"My responsibility, right?"

He nodded, then quietly set a business card on the table between them. "If either of you need someone to talk to, I know a good shrink."

"You do this a lot?" Becky snapped. "This a typical Friday night for you?"

"No," he answered softly, "I just know a lot of people with demons. Hell, in the circles I run in it's practically trendy." He sounded suddenly weary. 

"Right," Becky muttered, "You know, I don't even know your name."

"Derrick," the man answered gently. 

"So what's your deal, Derrick," Becky sighed, "You want some kind of reward? Is that it? You want a fuck?"

"No offense Becky, but you aren't really my type," Derrick smiled. "Liz could be, under other circumstances, but even then I wouldn't poach your sub without permission."

"I'm sorry... poach my what?" Becky stared at him. "Did you just use words that make sense to someone?"

"Your sub," Derrick answered. "Gods below, you're new to this, aren't you."

"New to what?" Becky continued to stare.

"BDSM," Derrick said, "Dominance and submission, Master and slave... or Mistress in your case."

"You mean like whips and chains," Becky said incredulously, "and freaky leather hoods."

Derrick smiled, "Whips and chains, leather hoods and handcuffs, nipple clamps, needles..."

Becky cringed, wrapping her arms tightly around her breasts to protect them, "I'm not into that."

Derrick chuckled a moment. 

"It's all just window dressing," he said. "It's not about pain or power, though those are part of it. What is important is the relationship, which you said quite plainly before. Liz is yours. She will do whatever you say, when you say. She will do it because she accepts your dominance over her. She trusts you to exercise that dominance properly. You failed in that tonight, but I think you know that... and I don't think you will again."

Derrick paused. Becky was staring at him, still incredulous. He smiled again then stood up slowly.

"This is a lot for one night," Derrick said softly. "I wrote my number and email on the pad by the phone. If you want to talk more, get in touch with me. Or don't. The choice is yours. Good night, Becky."

With that Derrick turned and walked quietly out the door, pausing only to add, "Good night, Liz."

Becky looked over at the bed. Liz lay quietly but her eyes were open, shining in the dark as she watched Becky. 

"Mistress," Liz whispered slowly, as if savoring the taste of the word. Slowly, with a surprisingly liquid motion, Liz slid from the bed, dropping to her knees on the floor. 

"My Mistress," she purred. 

Sinuously, like a cat, Liz crawled across the floor toward Becky. Becky's breath caught in her throat as she watched Liz's lithe, curving body slinking toward her. Almost involuntarily, her legs fell open, parting the terrycloth robe. Liz crawled up between Becky's legs, her long fingered hands gliding along Becky's thighs.

"My Mistress," Liz sighed, leaning down to kiss Becky's foot. Becky gave a shuddering sigh as Liz slowly kissed her way up Becky's leg. 

"Oh god Lizzy," Becky moaned in surprised pleasure as Liz's tongue touched the back of her knee. Liz's lips grazed slowly up her thigh. "Yes, Lizzy. Yes."

"My Mistress," Liz sighed, her warm breath blowing against Becky's moist pussy. 

"Yes, Lizzy," Becky moaned, her fingers tangling themselves in Liz's dark, curly hair. "My Lizzy."

Liz's tongue darted out, parting Becky's wet folds. Pulling the brunette's face harder, Becky ground her pussy into Liz's face.

"That's it," Becky moaned, "just like that. It feels so good. Oh god, Lizzy... my lezzie Lizzy... my fucking lezzie slave... eat me!"

Liz's fingers parted Becky's folds. Her tongue teased and fluttered over Becky's clit. Slowly, she slid two fingers into Becky's warm pussy, gently touching her inside. 

"Oh god," Becky moaned, "Oh yes... Lizzy, yes... don't stop... my fucking slave...don't stop... I'm... I'm... I'm coming!"

Becky spasmed, arching back against the chair as her whole body tensing with the power of her orgasm. Slowly, it faded away, then suddenly she spasmed again. Liz's tongue continued to flick against Becky's clit, sending little sparks of pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Enough," Becky moaned, "enough."

Liz rocked back on her heels, smiling up at Becky from between her legs.

"Whatever you want, Mistress," Liz grinned, "whatever you want."



Wild College Days Ch. 08



"Hey, Liz!"

The voice reached Liz over the pounding music and general noise of the party only because she had literally just bumped in to the speaker. Liz turned, her bright blue eyes studying the face of the guy behind her, trying to place him. He was tall, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, vaguely good looking in that generic college guy way. There was nothing about the way he looked that Liz thought was immediately memorable, but the sound of his voice had made something lurch painfully inside. His eyes were making a thorough exploration of her body, from her curly dark hair to her shapely legs, skipping past her pretty face to linger on her full breasts and the lower edge of her, admittedly short, shirt. 

"You're Liz, right," he said smiling. 

The memory hit her like a punch to the gut. It has been at another party, last semester. A party that had gotten wildly out of control... 

-- --

A man's weight lay heavily across her back and thighs. A dick thrust slowly into her violated pussy. 

"You're Liz, right."

The man chuckled. She moaned as his dick withdrew from her. She felt filthy, used and spent as cum oozed from her aching pussy and dried on her sticky chin. Her whole body was sore and abused. She had no idea how many strangers had fucked her already, thrusting into her pussy or down her throat. He was the first one who had recognized her, but she had no idea who he was. Not that it mattered. She thought he was finished. 

She didn't really notice his hands spreading her ass cheeks until his thick shaft was pressing against her anus. She gasped. It hurt, a lot. He pushed harder and his dick, slimy from the wet, sticky mess of her pussy, penetrated her tight sphincter. She worried her ass was about to tear. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Whimpering, she tried to relax, to let him in. Grabbing her hips, he shoved the full length of his dick deep into her ass and started fucking. She screamed. 

-- --

"I'm Rick," the guy continued, obvious. "We... uh... we had a couple of classes together last semester."

"I remember you," Liz said, her mind spinning. The memory threatened to overwhelm her and for a moment she couldn't look at him. Her eyes scanned through the crowd and came to rest on her friends, gathered nearby. At the sight of them, the spinning chaos of her mind stilled.

"Um, you looking for someone," the guy, Rick, asked hesitantly. 

"Found them," Liz replied. Her eyes flashed as she turned back to Rick. 

"I remember you." Liz repeated. She stepped closer, resting her hand Rick's chest and smiling up at him. "I remember that wild party."

"Yeah?" Rick asked hesitantly.

"Oh yeah," Liz purred. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against him.

"Yeah!" Rick's eyes widened. 

Liz tipped her head back, arching her body upward to bring her lips close to Rick's. Her hand slid down his chest. "Why don't you go into that room back there and maybe we can renew our acquaintance. How does that sound?"

"Hell, yeah," Rick panted as Liz's fingers brushed across his thigh.

"I just need to talk to my friends for a second," Liz continued. "then I'll be right... there." Her fingers traced the outline of the bulge in his pants.

"You're goin' ditch me, aren't you?" Rick said grimly. 

"No," Liz purred, "I'm not."

Then she turned and walked away from him, making sure that the sway of her hips would keep his attention. 

-- --

"Hey, Derrick," Liz said to her friend with a dazzling smile, "can I borrow something?"

-- --

"I told you I wouldn't ditch you," Liz grinned mischievously from the bedroom door.

"I'm glad," Rick grinned back at her. "Say, whose room is this?"

"I don't know," Liz mused, tossing her purse on the bed, "but I bet he has to wash his sheets a lot."

Rick chuckled, leering at her. Liz smiled back, ignoring the renewed stab of memory.

With a firm demanding motion, she pushed Rick down onto the bed. She smiled as he laughed. If Rick had really known her, he might have recognized that smile. Instead, he reached out to grab her as she straddled him. His hands groped at her breasts but she swatted them aside. He reached for her again and Liz grabbed his wrists. She held tight, pushing his arms up as she leaned into him, kissing him passionately. He moaned into her mouth, relaxing back onto the bed so that she lay on top of him.

Rick's tongue probed her mouth as they kissed. Liz pressed herself against him. Her hands caressed his muscular arms. Her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her hips rocked against the growing bulge in his pants. Liz wasn't adverse to sex, and she knew how to drive men wild. In fact, she had always reveled in her sexual power. Tonight, she was putting every bit of experience she had to work in order to drive Rick to distraction. 

Rick reached for her again, and again Liz pushed his arms down. Growling, he pushed back, his powerful arms forcing hers up. With a gasp, Liz let him push her up so she was sitting up, her hips straddling his. Rick reached for her breasts and, with a playful grin, she swatted his hands away again. Before he could react, she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. 

Rick grinned at the sight of Liz's full round breasts, pressed together by her tight, black lace bra. His hands reached up, grabbing and squeezing her. Liz moaned in involuntary pleasure. She always loved having her breasts played with. Rick's hands were sending sparks of pleasure through her. Finding the front clasp of her bra, Rick fumblingly unhooked it and Liz's breasts tumbled free, her large nipples already hard. Rick leaned up, burying his face between her white mounds, licking and sucking at her firm flesh. 

Liz moaned again. Her hips rocked steadily against Rick's hardness, the rough denim of his jeans pressing through the thin fabric of her panties, sparking even more pleasure. She grabbed his hair, pushing his head against her breasts and laying her cheek against the top of his head. Her eyes fell on her purse. With an inward grin, Liz pushed them both down onto the bed again. Rick continued to suck on her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple. She slid her hands up his arms, lifting them over his head. 

Quickly, she glanced over at her purse. Her hand shot out and pulled from it the item she had borrowed from Derrick, her friendly local dom. She rocked and twisted, pressing her body against Rick while her hands slipped the object around the slats of the headboard. Then, with a quick, determined move, she snapped the handcuffs around Rick's wrists and sat up.

"Huh?" Rick grasped, startled. His hands rattled the cuffs. "What the hell?"

"Relax, lover," Liz purred, stretching over him like a cat. "I just don't want you running off on me."

Rick rattled the cuffs again, but a slow grin spread across his face. Liz smiled back down at him, that same smile anyone who knew her would have warned him about had they cared to. With slow, catlike movements, she leaned down, kissing Rick's lips, then his neck, working her way down his chest and belly. Rick groaned and chuckled. 

"Damn girl," Rick said. "Ok."

"Ok?" Liz purred, her lips brushing the waistband of his jeans. "You're ok with this?"

"Hell yes," Rick groaned as Liz's fingers unbuttoned his jeans. 

"I can do what I want?" she purred, as she pulled his jeans aside.

"Yeah," Rick groaned. 

"Yeah?" Liz whispered, her face nuzzling at his boxers. "Anything?"

"Anything you want baby," Rick growled.

Liz grinned savagely, pulling Rick's jeans and boxers off with a quick motion. Her fingers brushed along his inner thighs, along his heavy balls and up the length of his long, hard shaft, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Rick moaned. She pushed his thighs apart, spreading his legs wide as she lowered herself between his legs. With a lusty sigh, Liz dragged her tongue along the length of Rick's shaft, tasting his salty pre-cum and musky skin. He groaned and thrust his hips at her face. 

Liz continued to tease his shaft with her tongue. She lowered her head between his legs to suck gently on his balls. Rick gasped and moaned as she rolled her tongue over his hairy sack. Her fingers slid along his inner thighs, teasing and grazing lightly against the curve of his ass. Slowly, Liz kissed and licked her way up his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip. Rick arched his back, rocking his hips to rub his dick against her face.

"Suck it," he groaned demandingly. "Come on, suck my cock."

Liz smiled to herself. Parting her lips slightly, she lowered her mouth over the tip of his shaft. Rick growled and thrust at her face. She let his dick penetrate her mouth, sucking as she lowered her mouth down around his hard, spongy flesh. She started to gently bob her head up and down his length. One hand gripped his shaft, while her other caressed his ass. 

Rick twitched and moaned. Liz's fingers grazed against his anus and he tensed for a moment, before relaxing again. She knew that the teasing sensation of her light touch was adding to his general pleasure. She continued to suck and lick at his dick, making little moans of pleasure as he thrust against her mouth. 

Her lips still wrapped around his shaft, Liz glanced up at Rick's face. His eyes were closed and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. She could feel his dick growing harder and knew he was approaching the edge. Slowly, she reached out to her purse and took a second item from it. Gently, she brought her hand back between Rick's legs. He tensed again as she pushed against his anus. His hips rocked. She pushed harder and he gasped. 

"What?" Rick's eyes flew open, looking down at Liz in startled panic as something much larger and harder than a finger pushed between his ass cheeks.

Liz released his dick from her mouth and smiled savagely up at him. She pushed even harder, pressing the handle of her hairbrush against his tight sphincter. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Rick demanded.

"You love it," Liz purred viciously. "I heard that about you." 

"What the fuck?" Rick demanded. "Aaaaaggh!" He shouted as Liz shoved, driving the handle against his sensitive ass ring.

"Quiet down," Liz admonished, pumping her arm slowly back and forth as she drove the hard plastic against his ass. "If someone hears you, they might come in and see you... cuffed to the bed with a hairbrush in your ass. Think what that will do for your party rep."

"Oh, god," Rick groaned, "It's hurts."

"Yeah, it fucking does!" Liz snapped, shoving harder. 

Rick gave an incoherent yell as the brush handle finally penetrated his anus. Liz stopped pushing. For a moment they both lay still, panting. Rick whimpered.

"You fucked my ass, you son of a bitch," Liz growled. "I did not ask any of you bastards to fuck me and I certainly did not ask you to fuck me in the ass!" 

With a shriek, she pushed the handle deeper into Rick's ass. He grunted painfully. Eyes flashing, Liz started to fuck his ass with the handle. Rick groaned. His hips rocked as he tried to pull away from the hard plastic painfully invading his body.

"Do you love that?!" Liz snarled, "Is that so good?!"

"Oh, god," Rick groaned, "Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Oh, fuck."

Grinning savagely, Liz lowered her face toward Rick's bucking hips. His dick, slick with saliva and pre-cum, had gone limp when she had started her assault on his ass. Still relentlessly pumping the plastic shaft into his ass, she took his entire flaccid member into her mouth and sucked. Rick gasped. His hips rocked. 

"Oh.... Oh.... Oh, god," Rick whimpered. 

Liz was surprised when his dick started to stiffen in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft while her hand thrust the plastic member into his ass. In moments, he was rock hard and thrusting into her mouth with wild abandon.

"Oh fuck!" Rick shouted. 

His body tensed. Liz sank the brush handle completely into his ass. With a wild cry, Rick unloaded a powerful surge of cum into Liz's mouth. Surprised, Liz pulled her head away, spiting his cum into a white puddle on his chest. She watched as powerful spasms added lines of sticky white cum to the mess. Slowly, his orgasm faded, his body twitching and white goo pooling on his abs. Liz watched in fascination, awed by the intensity of his reaction. 

Stunned, she pushed her soaked panties off and straddled his head.

"Eat me," she demanded, her own lust swelling inside her. "Eat my pussy, you bastard."

Rick's tongue lashed wildly, parting Liz's wet folds and probing inside. She moaned as he licked and sucked at her pussy. His tongue searched inside, finding her clit and licking it passionately. She rocked her hips on his face, pushing her sensitive bud against his searching tongue. His body moved under her. In shock, she realized he was rolling his hips, fucking himself with the brush still lodged deep in his ass. The thought drove Liz wild. Her orgasm rushed over her like a wave and she came screaming. 

Finally, she lifted herself off Rick's face. She looked down at him and smiled. He was flushed, cuffed to the bed, his own cum drying on his belly and even streaking the t-shirt he had never bothered to take off. She could plainly see the hairbrush protruding from his abused ass. His eyes were glazed and distant. 

Calmly, Liz leaned across him and picked up her purse. She set the keys to the cuffs on the table beside the bed, re-fastened her bra and pulled her top back on over it. She tucked her panties into her purse and, hips swaying, walked out the door.

As she left, she heard Rick moan: "Can I have your number?"



Wild College Days Ch. 09



"Oh god, yes... yes, Lizzy, yes " Becky moaned. The blonde coed's fingers tangled in her lover's dark, curly hair, arching her hips under the lusty assault of Liz's tongue. "Oh god... don't stop, Lizzy...don't stop... I'm... I'm... I'm coming!"

Becky spasmed, her whole body tensing with the power of her orgasm. As the surges of pleasure faded away, she lay back on the bed panting. With a pleased chuckle, Liz slid herself up the younger coed's body, her fingers brushing lightly over her lover's skin.

"I pleased you, mistress?" Liz purred, smiling to herself.

"Oh, yes," Becky replied distantly, sighing faintly. Despite Becky's words, Liz heard a faint note of dissatisfaction in her lover's voice. 

"What is it?" Liz asked.

"No, it's fine," Becky squirmed, forcing a smile.

"No, something's bothering you," Liz insisted. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just," Becky stammered, sitting up to look down at her lover. "Liz, this is wonderful. I mean, I've never... well... it's just..."

Liz looked up Becky, puzzled at the usually domineering younger woman's discomfort. Slowly, she smiled in dawning realization. Becky may be commanding and powerful where their sex life was concerned, but she always got flustered when she tried to talk about their feelings for each other. 

"It's ok," Liz prompted gently, "you can tell me."

"Liz, I'm... I'm straight," Becky burst out.

Liz laughed, her fingers tracing a line along Becky's naked thigh to brush lightly against her lover's still sensitive folds. "All evidence to the contrary."

"Aaahhh...," Becky quivered. She sat up further, pulling herself away from Liz's teasing fingers. "No, Liz... I mean... this, what we have... I mean what we do!... it's great... I just..."

"You want cock," Liz finished with a smirk. 

"What!" Becky jumped, her face flushing. "No... I mean... well..."

Liz just grinned, letting Becky stammer. 

"Ok, yes," Becky finally burst out. "Ok... yes, I do. I love... this, but I just want..."

"A good hard dick inside you," Liz finished, enjoying her friends discomfort.

"Yes..." Becky sighed. "Fine, yes. I want a good hard dick. I'm sorry. I miss it."

"It's alright," Liz said gently. "I feel the same way sometimes. Just go and get yourself some. I don't mind."

"What?" Becky flushed even more. "It's not that easy."

"Becky," Liz laughed, sitting up to face her friend. "This is a college campus. There are thousands of guys out there. Just pick one."

"Liz," Becky glared, "I can't just walk up to some total stranger on the green and say 'let's fuck.' Maybe you can, but I can't."

"You've been with guys before. I know you have," Liz countered slyly. "I've watched."

"Argh," Becky hid her deepening blush in her hands. "Liz, since I've met you I've doubled the numbers of guys I've had sex with."

"Oh," Liz struggled not to smile. "Well, look you don't have to grab some stranger. What about someone you know? What about Kevin?"

"Kevin's an asshole," Becky snapped.

"Yes, he is," Liz agreed without missing a beat. "but he's a great lay and he has a nice big dick."

"Oh, god," Becky shrieked, "you are unbelievable!"

"Am I wrong?" Liz laughed. "I mean his thing is just immense and he really knows how to hit just the right spot."

"OK, yes," Becky laughed, "he's an incredible lay."

"So, call him," Liz leaned over her lover to reach for the phone.

"No!" Becky snapped. "I will not. Now get off me. I'm getting dressed and going to the library. I have work to do."

"Oh, alright," Liz sighed, flopping back onto the bed.

-- --

Standing in front of the full-length mirror that hung from her bathroom door, Liz turned slowly to admire herself. Her dark, curly hair, still tousled from Becky's grasping fingers, hung down to her shoulders. She wore a tight dark red silk vest, really little more than a corset, which emphasized her full, round breasts. Her tight blue jeans hugged her legs and firm ass, and her low heels looked great, while still being practical enough to walk in. 

Behind her reflection, Liz could see Becky stuffing her textbooks into her bag as she headed off to the library. For a moment, Liz stood still, admiring the sight of her young lover, even in her plain t-shirt and sweats. Becky had been wearing a t-shirt and sweats when they had first met and, though she never admitted it to Becky, Liz still got a strange thrill seeing her lover dressed like that. 

"You're going out?" Becky looked up, taking in Liz's outfit.

"I thought I might." Liz turned and smiled slyly at her lover. "If that's alright with you.... mistress." She added with a teasing purr.

"Fuck," Becky muttered, closing the distance between them. "Have fun. One of us ought to."

"I will." Liz leaned up and kissed the taller woman softly on the lips. Becky sighed gently. 

"Don't study too hard." Liz added as she turned, waved and swayed out the door. 

-- --

The bar was deafening. The drum beat felt like it was vibrating deep inside Liz's body as she wove her way through the crowd of college guys, coeds, townies and assorted others, all hunting for something or someone in a haze of cigarette smoke, perfume, cheap beer and loud music. Pausing only to grab a beer, Liz threw herself into the hunt with eager abandon. 

Her first catch was a freshman named Tony. He was skinny, dark haired and had snuck into the bar using a fake id. He was, in fact, proud of that and even waxed philosophical on the matter, arguing that since he was old enough to vote and die for his country, he ought to be able to get a beer. Liz just smiled, reasoning that he was at least statutorily legal and, as a young man, he hopefully had a lot of stamina. Tony was also obviously enamoured of his intro to philosophy course, as he was going on at some length about it. 

"What do you think of love?" Liz interjected when the young man paused long enough to take a drink. As she did, she leaned forward to give him something else to think about. 

"Uh," Tony stammered, struggling to pretend he wasn't looking at the considerable cleavage she was now displaying. "I think love is the highest emotion."

"I think you're right," Liz tossed in a sultry smile. 

"It's the best thing two people can share," Tony continued, "The bringing together of two spirits and... uh... bodies, in a perfect union."

"Just two?" Liz purred.

"Ah, wha?" Tony stammered.

"I mean," Liz leaned toward him, her fingers running down his arm. "Why should this perfect thing to be limited to just two people. Surely we can love many people through our lives."

"Uh, yeah," Tony replied. 

"And surely, if the union of two spirits... and bodies... is great, the union of more... spirits... would be even better." Liz purred.

"Uh, wow," he breathed, his eyes locked some distance below hers. Liz wondered briefly if she'd fallen out of her top. She'd really hate to get banned from another bar for that, but given the thought in her head she doubted that was the biggest worry.

"I'm looking for a person to help me with that," Liz continued. "Someone special, someone open, someone smart, someone with... stamina and other... important traits."

"Yeah?" Tony asked.

"Oh, yeah," Liz purred in her best sultry voice. She tossed a quick glance around the crowded bar, to make sure no one was paying too much attention to them. Quickly and gracefully, she slid under the table.

"What?" Tony's voice sounded shocked, embarrassed and hopeful all at once. 

"Shut up, stud," Liz growled.

Kneeling under the table, she quickly undid his jeans and yanked them down far enough to release his dick. His long, thin member was already swelling, half rising from a nest of thick, dark hair. Tony gasped and shifted above her, but Liz ignored him. Her attention was focused on his shaft, giving it a frank, appraising examination. After all, she thought, if she was going to bring a cock home for Becky, she was determined to make it a good one. 

She wrapped her fingers around Tony's dick, feeling the length of it. The thin shaft was hardening quickly in her hand. Above her she could hear the young man stifling a groan, clearly trying not to let on what was happening. Liz rubbed her fingers up and down the length of his dick, now rock hard under her touch. Her other hand slid down into the freshman's jeans to cradle his tight balls. The young man's body twitched and jumped at her touch. She could hear him panting. 

Teasingly, Liz flicked out her tongue, brushing the underside of shaft just below the tip and tasting the drop of pre-cum that blossomed there. A sudden sticky jet exploded from young man's dick, spraying across Liz's face, laying a white line across her cheek, nose and up to her forehead. 

With stifled, guttural moan Tony unleashed a powerful load. Wild sprays of cum splashed over Liz's face. Hurriedly, she clamped her lips down on Tony's spurting member, trapping his powerful surges in her mouth. Her mouth quickly filled with sticky spunk and Liz swallowed, sucking down the flood of the young man's orgasm.

Slowly, Liz pulled herself up from under the table, doing her best to keep her cum-covered face turned away from the crowd. Grabbing a small paper coaster off the table, she did her best to wipe off the tracks of semen while Tony sheepishly stuffed his wilting dick back into his pants.

"Wow... Thank you, Tony," Liz said with an insincere smile. "I'll definitely be giving you a call."

Before the freshman could point out that she didn't have his number, Liz slipped from the table and disappeared into the crowd. 

-- --

Disheartened and a little embarrassed with herself over Tony's premature ejaculation, Liz threw herself onto the bar's small dance floor, trying to lose herself in the deafening music. For a time, she let herself drift in a sea of bodies, dancing first with a crowd of frat boys, then a sultry goth chick - whose number she regretfully failed to get - and finally a townie who was up trawling the college bars. 

Randy was a rough looking guy. He had powerful arms decorated with cheap tattoos, a ratty t-shirt and jeans clearly chosen for durability rather than style. He was also, Liz discovered to her joy, a very good dancer. He moved with her perfectly, a hand always on her hips or back, their pelvises often locked together in synchronized movements. He had a sweaty, rugged attraction that Liz decided was kinda sexy, and he was clearly interested in her. Liz could feel his interest poking her every time they moved close.

"You wanna beer?" Randy asked her during a breathless pause between songs.

"Sure," Liz agreed, allowing herself to be led off the dance floor.

Several beers later, Liz laughed and swatted playfully at Randy's hand as it wandered over her thigh.

"Are you trying to get me drunk," Liz laughed. 

"Well, you've sure had a fair bit to drink, little lady. Maybe I should walk you home," Randy replied, slurring slightly.

"Whose home," Liz chuckled, "yours or mine?"

"Well, if you'd like to come to mine," Randy offered, leering at her breasts.

"Hang on there, cowboy," Liz laughed, "It was a question, not an offer."

"Come on, I'll walk you out," Randy offered her his arm. 

Liz accepted, leaning heavily against him. She guessed that she wasn't quite as drunk as he thought, but she enjoyed the feeling of his muscular body against hers. As they made their way through the crowd to the door, Liz felt her legs wobble. She wondered if maybe she was that drunk after all.

"Your boyfriend won't mind you leaving with me?" Randy asked, a touch smugly, as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Liz replied, puzzled.

"That skinny kid you were with at the bar?" Randy said, puzzled.

"Tony," Liz laughed, "So not my boyfriend. I just met him tonight and he didn't work out."

"Yeah?" Randy leered at her, putting his arm around her shoulder and steering her down the sidewalk. "So, am I working out?"

"Maybe" Liz purred coyly. 

She realized he was steering her into the darkened parking lot behind the bar. Part of her mind fluttered with worry. She was definitely a little drunk, and a strange man was leading her, alone into a dark place. She pushed the thought aside. Randy certainly might be planning to take advantage of her, but she had already planned to take advantage of him, so it balanced out. 

Decided, Liz stopped walking, digging in her feet firmly. Randy staggered slightly, and tried to pull her on. 

"Come on," he said firmly.

In reply, Liz grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled herself up to his lips. For a long moment, they stood together in the shadows, their mouths locked together, tongues thrusting and exploring in passionate embrace. Randy's hands slid up and down Liz's body, caressing her back and squeezing her ass. She responded in kind, enjoying the feeling of the townie's muscular back flexing under her hands and finally grabbing and squeezing his tight buns.

"Damn, lady," Randy swore, braking away from their kiss. "I knew you were one hot little number when you blew that kid at the bar but damn..."

"You saw that?" Liz asked, startled.

"Fuck, yeah," Randy laughed. "You still had jizz on your face and hair on the dance floor."

"He popped before I was ready," Liz chuckled. Her hand slid around to the front of Randy's jeans. "That's not going to be a problem for you... is it, cowboy?"

"And miss a chance at gettin' into your tight jeans?" Randy leered. "Hell, no."

"Put your money where your mouth is, cowboy," Liz sneered.

"My mouth ain't there yet, little lady," Randy grinned as his fingers slid down the curve of Liz's ass to reach between her legs. Liz gasped as he roughly poked sensitive places. 

With a grunt, Randy suddenly lifted Liz off her feet and dropped her, sitting, on the hood of a car. Liz laughed. Her hands flew to the buttons of her vest, rapidly pulling them open. Randy groaned, smiling widely at the sight of her naked round breasts and hard nipples. His rough hands grabbed Liz's milky curves, squeezing and kneading her flesh. She moaned in pleasure. 

Hastily, Randy reached down, fumbling at the buttons of Liz's tight jeans. Liz moaned again, leaning into him to kiss his hair and neck while he tore at the tight pants. Finally, she pushed him away.

"Here, let me do it," Liz moaned, standing up and quickly unfastening her jeans. Randy watched her, his eyes glazed with lust, as she shimmied the tight denim down her hips. 

"Damn little lady, you ain't wearin' panties," Randy groaned.

"No panty lines," Liz grinned, her jeans halfway down her thighs. "You like?"

"Shaved bare?" Randy said, leering at Liz's naked pussy. "You're like a wet dream come true."

He reached for her, pulling her close. His hand slid between her legs, rough fingers probing at the damp folds of her pussy. 

"Ooohh, yes," Liz moaned as his thick fingers penetrated her. "I shaved it for my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Randy looked startled.

"Yeah," Liz said, rocking her hips to hump his hand. "We ate each other's pussies before I came to the bar."

"Oh, yeah," Randy growled, his voice becoming rougher. "You come to the bar lookin' for something?"

"I came looking for cock," Liz moaned. "I need a big, hard cock." 

Her fingers reached down between them, squeezing the bulge in Randy's pants and grabbing at the buttons of his jeans. With a growl, he pushed her away. Liz staggered back into the hood of the car, jeans still around her knees. With quick motions, he opened his jeans and pulled out his dick, thick and hard and already slick with shiny pre-cum. 

"That what you're lookin' for, little lady," Randy growled.

"Yes," Liz groaned. "Yes, please."

Liz started to move toward him, but he pushed her back again. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her around. Smiling, Liz spun around, laying her face down on the hood of the car and raising her hips toward Randy. Distantly, she wondered just whose car this was and whether or not the outline of her naked body would be visible on the hood. She hoped so. 

Randy grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. His thick dick pressed between her legs, bumping against her thighs and ass. She reached behind her and seized his shaft, guiding it between her wet folds. Randy paused, resting the tip of his member against her. She rocked her hips slightly, urging him on. With a slow, deliberate motion, the man sank himself into her. Liz groaned. 

Randy moved in her with slow, steady thrusts. Liz moaned and shivered. She had expected him to be rough, thrusting hard and fast. Instead, he would withdraw himself almost completely and then fill her again inch by inch. Liz pushed back against him, urging him on. His rough hands grasped her hips, holding her still and forcing her to endure each steady, patient thrust. He was driving her wild. 

Slowly, his pace quickened, thrusting harder and faster. Liz cried out with each thrust. Her body quivered and her hips arched back at him. Pleasure built like a slow, steady wave. His hands caressed her hips and ass. Liz whimpered as his fingers brushed against her sensitive anus. 

"Do you want that?" Liz whimpered, her voice husky with lust. 

"What?" Randy groaned, dazed with lust.

"My ass?" Liz moaned. "Guys just love fucking my ass."

"Damn, lady," Randy moaned, his thrusts quickening involuntarily. "This must be a fuckin' dream and I'm sure gonna be pissed when I wake up."

"Oh fuck," Liz moaned. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Liz shook with pleasure. Her arms flew out to her sides, hands spread wide, as her muscles tensed. She screamed as the slow building wave of pleasure crashed over her in an intense orgasm. Slowly, her spasms faded and she lay, panting on the hood of the car. 

Liz groaned as Randy's hardness withdrew from her, then sighed as his fingers entered her, probing inside. The fingers withdrew to spread her wetness over her tight anus. Liz sighed, taking deep breaths to relax. 

Randy's fingers probed lightly at her ass, lubricating it and gently teasing her sensitive anal ring. Liz moaned softly, gasping as one finger slipped inside her back passage. Randy groaned over her, slowly sliding his finger in and out. Then his finger withdrew, and Liz felt his weight across her thighs. His hard dick pressed against her anus and she groaned. 

Slowly, Randy pressed himself against her, the pressure building. Liz clenched her fists and moaned. She felt her anus part and his thick dick penetrate her. Liz groaned at the intensity of it. With a sudden growl, Randy's hips thrust and convulsed. Liz cried out as his dick pulsed and surged, emptying jet after jet of cum into her ass. Slowly, Randy withdrew from her backside.

"Ohh, God-damn, lady," Randy moaned. "You are amazing."

"You... aren't so bad yourself, cowboy," Liz moaned.

Slowly, the coed pulled herself up to her shaky legs. Randy, refastening his pants, watched her, his eyes taking in her naked breasts and bare, wet pussy as if trying to memorize the sight. She let him stare for a long moment, before pulling up her jeans and re-buttoning her vest.

"Let me give you my number," Liz said with a smile.

"Uh, about that," Randy said. "Your girlfriend..."

"Trust me, she won't mind." Liz gave him her best sultry smile.

"Yeah," Randy ran a hand through his hair, "but my wife might..."

-- --

"Had some fun at the bars, I see," Becky asked as Liz stumbled in the door.

"Yeah, some," Liz agreed. "You're right though. It's not so easy to find a good guy."

"Hey, about that," Becky turned to beam a blinding smile at Liz. "I ran into Gary, Kevin's old roommate, at the library. We're going out next week!"



Wild College Days Ch. 10



"Oh hi, Liz," Gary smiled. "Is Becky here?"

Liz leaned against the door to the small apartment she now shared with Becky, looking up at Gary with a slight smile that would have worried the younger man had he been paying attention.

"No, she's not," Liz replied. "She had to go to the library to work on a group project for one her classes. Last minute thing."

"Oh," Gary sagged, clearly disappointed. "We were gonna go out..."

"I know," Liz smiled. "She told me to tell you she wasn't breaking your date. She's just going to be a little late. She also told me not to let you leave. So come on in. I'm supposed to make sure you stay here and keep you entertained until she gets back."

"Uh, ok," Gary looked confused and a little concerned. 

Liz's smile widened. She knew what he was thinking. Her reputation and Gary's experiences with her both suggested her idea of keeping a guy entertained wasn't exactly the sort of thing a fellow was supposed to do while waiting for a date with another woman. The thought was exciting. She'd seen him check her out as soon as she'd opened the door. She knew he'd appreciated the way the short sundress she wore emphasized the full curves of her breasts and barely covered her shapely legs. Liz loved the fact that guys found her attractive and the thrill of someone giving in to their desire. Of course, she also had specific instruction from Becky, and she wasn't about to let her lover down.

"So come on in," Liz added, when it became clear that Gray was still hovering at the door. She wrapped her hand around his muscular arm and pulled him into the apartment. 

The apartment was a large single room studio, with the bathroom set to one side. A bed was set on the wall next to the door, and the apartment's small kitchenette and dining table occupied the far side. Since Becky had moved in at the start of the new semester, the once open space in the middle of the room had become filled with Becky's dresser, shelves and modest entertainment center. 

"Have a seat," Liz said brightly, pushing Gary toward the large, heavy frame bed. "I'll put in a movie."

"Uh, should I sit on the bed?" Gary asked, looking around.

"It's the only place there is," Liz replied over her shoulder. "At least, the only place with a view of the TV."

As Gary settled himself on the large bed, Liz turned to the entertainment center. Unseen by Gary, her smile turned wicked as she bent over to set up a movie. The hem of the sundress, she knew, had slid smoothly up her hips. As a rule, she only wore this particular dress on those occasions where she planned to, or at least didn't mind, flashing her panties at anyone nearby. The effect was even more interesting on days, like today, when she neglected to wear panties.

After taking an unnecessarily long time fiddling with the player, Liz got the movie started. She straightened and tossed a smile at Gary. She caught him turning away quickly, his face slightly flushed. She wondered if Gary had been thinking about last semester and the gang-bang. Smiling, she sauntered over the bed. With a long stretch, she crawled across the mattress and settled herself against Gary's side. The young man stoically fixed his attention on the opening credits of the movie.

After a few minutes, Gary started to relax. He was clearly enjoying the opening gun battle of the action movie Liz had chosen. Liz smiled and leaned against him. She knew was being obvious enough without resorting to just putting in a porno. 

"So," Gary said into a break in the cinematic action on screen. "Becky lives here too?"

"Yeah, she moved in at the start of the semester." Liz replied, looking up into his face. "After... everything... that happened, it just seemed like the right thing to do."

"She's got another room?" Gary asked, looking around.

"No, silly," Liz chided. "It's a studio. What you see is what you get."

"Where does she..." Gary started, then flushed.

"Sleep?" Liz purred. Arching her back slightly, she dragged her breast against Gary's powerful arm. "Right here... with me."

"With... you," Gary repeated, his eyes sliding down Liz's body. 

"With... me," Liz said in a breathy whisper. 

Liz drew her leg up across his, pressing her breasts against his arm as she leaned closer. Her lips brushed his lightly. She felt him shudder under her. Her tongue flicked out to part his lips. With a groan, Gary pushed himself against her, kissing her hungrily. His hand grabbed her neck, holding her against him. His other arm wrapped itself around her waist, roughly grabbed her thigh and squeezing her ass. Liz moaned and threw herself into the desperate kiss, reveling in Gary's desire for her. 

Panting, Gary broke their kiss. His hands continued to wander over Liz's body, while he stared at her. Smiling, Liz grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her full, round breasts and already hard nipples. Gary groaned and practically lunged forward. His mouth locked down on her firm round flesh. Liz moaned in pleasure. 

Gary's hands wandered over Liz's body, squeezing her ass, caressing her hips and finally sliding up between her thighs. Liz sighed as her legs fell open. Gary's fingers danced across Liz's wet folds. She moaned and arched her hips, pushing herself against his searching hand. A finger pushed between her folds, entering her. She groaned. His thumb slid along her, brushing her clit, and her hips bucked in response. Two more fingers penetrated her, filling her, and she gasped. 

Liz moaned and writhed. Gary's weight was on top of her now. His fingers pushed into her pussy, thrusting in and out while his thumb brushed against her clit. His mouth devoured her breasts, his tongue swirling over her nipples. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head firmly against her chest. His teeth grazed her nipple and she whimpered. His fingers thrust deep into her pussy, filling her. Her back arched and she moaned wildly. He bit down, his teeth crushing her sensitive flesh. Liz screamed. Her body shook. His thumb rubbed relentlessly against her clit. Pleasure and pain blurred together. Liz's body convulsed and, with a wild cry, she came. 

The door slammed shut.

Gary jumped. Liz quivered as his motion sparked new surges of pleasure through her. Over Gary's shoulder, Liz saw Becky, her room-mate and lover and Gary's date, tossing her book bag onto the floor. The tall blonde coed, in her usual study attire of ratty t-shirt and sweats, looked down at the pair on the bed.

"Becky," Gary gasped, "I... we... it..."

Liz wondered what exactly Gary was trying to say. With her sundress bunched around her waist, her naked breasts slick with saliva and Gary's fingers buried to the last knuckle in her stretched pussy: it isn't what it looks like, just didn't seem sensible. Fortunately, Becky really didn't care.

"Shut up," Becky said firmly.

"Becky," Gary stammered. 

He pulled his hand out of Liz and she moaned again. Distantly she wondered if he planned to reach out to Becky with a hand slick with Liz's juices. She suppressed a giggle. This was simply too much fun.

"I said shut up," Becky repeated. 

"Don't torture him," Liz chided lazily.

"Why not?" Becky snarled, then suddenly smiled. "It's fun."

With one quick motion, Becky pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it aside, revealing her perky, bare breasts. Before Gary could react, Becky leapt onto the bed and straddled him. She groaned as she settled her hips down over his thighs, grinding herself into the hard bulge in his jeans. Odd, Liz thought, Gary looked no less terrified now than he had a few moments ago.

"What are you waiting for?" Becky snarled. She leaned down, grabbing Gary's head between her hands and kissed him hungrily.

"What the hell's going on?" Gary demanded when she finally released him.

"I told Liz to entertain you," Becky replied. Grinding her hips against Gary's hard dick, she continued, "I can tell that she did just as she was told."

"I try to please my mistress," Liz purred, sitting up and brushing her lips against Becky's shoulder.

"You're fuckin' with me," Gary growled.

"Not yet," Becky replied, writhing on top of him. She stopped suddenly, glaring down at him. "If you don't want to play, you can leave."

"Or," Liz countered, kneeling beside Becky, her fingers caressing the blonde coed's perky breasts. "You could stay... and play."

"Fuck me," Gary swore in stunned disbelief.

"That's the idea," Becky purred, leaning down and kissing him passionately. 

As Becky lay herself down on top of Gary, her mouth glued to his, Liz pulled her lover's sweats down, carefully maneuvering them off. Becky and Gary moved against her other, hands caressing each other. If Gary was surprised to find himself squeezing Becky's naked ass, Liz didn't see any sign of it. Maybe they had already pushed him past surprise, Liz mused. 

Becky moaned and rolled off Gary. She smiled up at Liz.

"I think Gary's overdressed," Liz suggested, her memory briefly flickering back to another time, another man and another blonde coed. She pushed the thought away, forgetting it completely as she reached out to help Becky pull Gary's jeans off. Gary squirmed and kicked to hasten the process, while desperately pulling his t-shirt off. 

For a moment, the three lay naked together on the bed: Liz, with her wavy dark hair, full breasts, curving figure, taut belly and shaven pussy, Becky, taller, with her short, straight blonde hair, small, perky breasts and trimmed blonde bush, and Gary, athletically built, with a fresh tattoo on his muscular arm and a long, hard shaft straining between his powerful legs. They smiled at each other, each admiring the others' bodies. 

Finally, Becky and Liz exchanged a knowing glance. Together, they sank down on either side of Gary's hips. Liz glanced up at Gary's face, his eyes wide and lips split in a lunatic grin, as she settled herself down and kissed his hard shaft. Becky lay down beside her, running her own tongue up and down the length of Gary's dick. Gary moaned desperately as the two coeds kissed each other across the tip of his shaft, their tongues dueling over the swollen head, tasting his salty pre-cum. They separated. Liz kissed her way down, nuzzling Gary's balls while Becky sank her lips around his shaft, bobbing her head up and down on his hard flesh.

Liz kissed her way further downward, her lips moving down Gary's thigh, across to Becky's belly and downward still. Liz lifted her room-mate's leg and lowered her face between Becky's thighs. As Liz's tongue parted Becky's wet folds, Becky moaned, her voice muffled by the length of hard dick filling her mouth. Expertly, Liz licked and sucked Becky's pussy, her tongue flicking over her lover's clit. Becky moaned and grunted, inarticulate sounds escaping her lips around Gary's hard shaft.

"Oh god, Liz!" Becky cried as, with a wet pop, she pulled her mouth off Gary's dick. "Ooooh god... lick me..."

"Fuck," Gary moaned. Liz wondered distantly if he was disappointed that Becky had stopped sucking him, awed by the sight of Liz eating his date's pussy, or just making a request. It hardly mattered.

"Liz... oh god, Liz," Becky moaned, pleading "oh god... stop... Liz, stop... stop."

Defiant, Liz swirled her tongue in a savage assault on her lover's clit then sat back, stopping as abruptly as possible. Becky lay, panting. She smiled down at her lover and the two exchanged a glance heavy with meaning. Then Becky turned to look up at Gary and they both smiled at him. 

With a quick motion, Becky pulled herself up and straddled Gary again. She lowered herself onto him as she had before, but this time no fabric separated them. Becky groaned as Gary's hard shaft slid across her wet folds. 

Liz watched as the two rocked their hips together, Gary's hands on Becky's waist. She watched Becky's eyes go wide as Gary's shaft found its way between her folds. Gary thrust with his hips and Becky gasped as he penetrated her. Fascinated, Liz saw Gary's hard shaft disappearing into her lover's pussy. 

"Ooooooh," Becky groaned. "Oh, god... oh... my... god... that feels... so... good!"

Liz stared as Gary's dick slid down, sticky with Becky's juices, and then disappeared up inside her again. 

"Oh yes," Becky cried. "Oh god, yes... that's so... that's so good... oh, god."

Liz's fingers slid down between her thighs, teasing her clit as she watched her lover bounce up and down on Gary's hard shaft.

"Ooooh... ooooh... ooohhh, yes," Becky yelled. 

Becky's hands wrapped around Gary's head, pulling him against her chest. His mouth latched onto her perky beasts, sucking and nipping as he continued to thrust into her. Liz's fingers worked furiously as she watched.

"Oh god... that's it... don't stop," Becky moaned. "don't stop... harder... don't stop... oh... oh... oh... god!"

Becky spasmed. Her body arched, closing fiercely around Gary's as her orgasm surged through her. Gary continued to thrust wildly into her. Becky's cry became a scream as her body tensed harder, quivering uncontrollably with each thrust. Gary gave a wild cry, driving into Becky with a powerful thrust. His arms crushed her against him as he too came. Liz closed her eyes and whimpered as her own orgasm rolled over her. 

When Liz looked again, Becky had rolled off Gary and was laying beside him. Liz could see the slow trickle of thick white cum oozing from her lover's swollen pussy. Gary lay panting, his hard, slick member softening. 

"Wow," said Gary, looking at Becky and then at Liz. "Wow!"

"Oh, thank you," Becky purred toward the ceiling. "I really needed that."