0 comments/ 45880 views/ 9 favorites Incestory: Campus Daze By: sex2xs2 "You fucking SLUT!" Sara Jensen's voice snapped my attention away from my math notes and brought me back to reality with the quickness of a slap to the face. I didn't have to look around to know who she was referring to. She stood at the top of the winding stone staircase that wound the back wall of Wessler hall. She was overlooking my perch on a lower wall that ran around the base of the Nineteenth Century brick building. Her long blonde ponytail bounced as she folded her arms and tried to look tough in her little blue and grey school uniform. She was surrounded by three of her snottiest social climbing tagalongs. "Hey, Douchebag," I said and smiled up at her, "I see you got some new friends after I kicked the shit out of the old ones." She swept her arms out dramatically and pointed at me with both hands: "Come on, girls." It was comical and I laughed out loud at the spectacle as they strutted down the steps behind her like a stupid-bitch limbo line. They spread out at the bottom of the stairs to encircle me. I thought for a moment that maybe - just maybe - I was supposed to be scared but I couldn't remember why. I framed my tits with my hands like I was displaying a kitchen appliance on TV: "Don't get mad at me 'cause your little-dick Boyfriend pops a woody when he sees The Girls!" "You think your so hot, Ginny DelToro, well I got news for you," she put her hands on her hips, "You don't have anything my boyfriend wants!" I spun around and tugged my panties down with my right hand while pulling my short grey uniform skirt up with my left. "Just this, Perra!" I laughed and wiggled my brown ass so they all got a look at my clean-shaven snatch. "OH MY GAWD!" Sara squealed, "That Mexican bitch is crazy!" They turned and ran back up the steps with Sara pushing at their backs to make them go faster. "Argentinean, you stupid cunt!" I shouted after her. I straightened myself up and looked around to see if anyone else had happened to catch the show. Like Oscar Wilde said: "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about." ***************************** Wearing a smile and watching from the shade of an Oak tree was relatively hot, if not somewhat scraggly looking, thin blonde girl. She wasn't wearing a school uniform and probably wasn't supposed to be on campus either, at least not from the looks of her. Probably just some runaway. She probably needed somewhere to stay ... It wouldn't be the first time a stray hoochie had ended up on campus. The upper class guys on this side of town attracted those kinds of sluts. The arrangement seemed to be convenient for everyone. The tramps got to party and a place to sleep. The guys would get them drunk. Most of the girls were eager to give up the ass and the guys were more than willing to accept it. She certainly looked the part with her ripped jeans, dirty black shirt, and beat up leather backpack. Even from this distance I could see that her eyes were a bright ethereal green. They were captivating ... and familiar somehow; otherwise, she looked like shit warmed-over. "Damn Girl," I exclaimed "What happened to you?" "Ginny?" the girl asked hopefully. She knew my name... I ran through my list of trashy blondes who would know my name, starting with the most dangerous and working my way down - she saved me the trouble. "It's me," she stepped closer. "Tabatha." I squinted and tried to imagine who would name such a pretty girl 'Tabatha'. "Tabby!" she cried, "Your Cousin?" This wretch standing before me was my Uncle Mark's daughter. Her family was wealthy enough to afford the tuition at this dump and I couldn't figure out why she'd be in such a horrid state. "Tabby Fitzgerald!" I cried, ran to her, and threw myself around her. She laughed and hugged me back. I let her go and looked her over. "How's your brother?" I asked. "You always did have a thing for Jaime, didn't you?" she asked in return, a touch of tease in her voice. "Not as bad as the thing I have for you," I said smiling. I'd spent a few summers in Chicago and our childhood sleepovers had been some of my favorite times. We'd discovered a few things about our young bodies together and ... I guess you never really get over your first crush. Tabby had always been gorgeous ... just not at this moment in time. She smiled back at me but the smile held something in it I didn't recognize. "Let me see you, Slut!" I laughed. She spread her arms and twirled slowly. She wasn't too scrawny; she had been eating decently enough. Her hair would have been nice if it wasn't so dirty and tangled. She was tall like me ... we were eye to eye, as a matter of fact. The best part about her was the way her t-shirt fit; tight on top and not quite long enough to conceal her sexy little belly button ring. The low-riding jeans were fashionable enough and I followed the curve of her flat navel and thin hips until they disappeared into the loose waistband. She had the body of a ballerina but she would really need to clean herself up a bit if she wanted to draw some good attention on campus. She gathered herself up and looked at me defiantly. "Do I pass inspection?" she asked. There was a glint in her eyes that said she'd been places and wasn't going to be fucked with. "Baby, you got fuckin' hot!" I wasn't above a compliment. "I could say the same to you," she looked me up and down, "In fact; I believe I will do just that." "Come with me!" I tugged her arm. "NOW!" I guess she thought I was going to turn her in or something because she turned to run. "No you don't!" I grabbed her by her nappy hair, and dragged her towards the gymnasium building. "Ginny ... ow ... ow ... ow ... please!" She tried to resist but failed. "OW ... ow ... stop ... STOP!" "Are you gonna cooperate or do I have to kick your ass?" I asked her. "Yes," she cried. "I swear!" "Alright." I let her go and when we turned back we were standing face to face a pack of the sweatiest, dirtiest, and shirtless football players I'd seen for awhile - well, since Friday night's party at least. "What you got there, Ginny?" Wayne, our Punt-Returner drawled. He said my name like geeeny, and it irritated the shit out of me, but it wasn't necessarily his fault since he was a Texan after all. "I need a favor," I said. "Again?" James, our not-so-great Quarterback, asked. Some supposed he was gay and I tended to agree with that speculation. How he had managed to make Team Captain was still a question of much debate and speculation around campus. I pushed my Cousin towards the guys. "Whoa, Dude!" Wayne stepped up and brushed Tabby's blonde hair out of her face, "Are you okay?" He actually seemed concerned about my hot gringa Cousin. Having a dick can do that to guys sometimes. "Now that Ginny's done dragging me around by my fucking hair I'm okay, I guess," she replied. "Alright," James put his hands on his hips like a girl. "What do you want us to do with her?" I imagined Tabby and James painting their nails together then quickly brushed away the thought. He would probably enjoy that and I preferred not to imagine him enjoying himself. "¿En serio?" I asked, "If you can't think of at least one thing you could do with her, Trolo," I said as I stepped up and squeezed his bulge "then why don't you let the 'men' handle it?" He had a good-sized pecker. I supposed he'd make his boyfriend happy one day. Tabby noticed as well and smiled politely. "Can't you put 'er up in the loft of the sorority house for a few days?" James offered. "You want us to hide her?" Wayne asked hopefully, "She can stay with the us ..." "¡Ni pensarlo!" I laughed, "We just need to use the showers." "Again? Coach is gonna chew me a new asshole!" James whined. "I bet he's gonna do worse than that to you but you can handle it, right?" I chuckled. Wayne smiled and simulated gagging on a cock over James' shoulder. "What's wrong with the girl's showers?" "Too many girls." ***************************** I pulled my Cousin into the Men's Locker room. As we rushed past the ten or so guys in various states of undress Tabby apologized non-stop. "Sorry ... sorry ... sorry ... so sorry!" When we passed by Brad Tomler - I swear she checked him out. He wasn't bad looking, light brown hair and not too muscular - but he was really really really really stupid ... and he was dating Sara which only made sense somehow. Tabby looked up at him steadily from under her hair; I jerked her towards the shower. "Ginny!" Brad yelled. "I been lookin' for you!" "Not now, Brad." She didn't apologize to Brad. "Go!" I ordered. Fortunately, there were only two guys actually in the shower area this time. I dropped Tabby off at the entrance and strolled in. "Out, OUT, OOOUUUT!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the concrete walls. "Damn, Ginny," Marcus 'Skinny' Johnson said. "Why you always bustin' in here like that?" he grabbed a towel but didn't bother to cover up. He was proud to be a giant and very well-endowed black man. "Cover up, Marcus, and by the way, it isn't true what they say about black guys." I informed him. I tried to keep him humble when I could manage it. "That water's ice cold, baby!" He shook his flabby six inches at me. "This is shriveled up!" "Get the fuck OUT, Marcus!" I laughed. The other guy, a pudgy white boy, ran between us and covered himself with his hands. It was a futile attempt to hide the little part of his dick not covered by his fat belly while simultaneously trying to avoid getting smacked by Marcus' wagging black monster. "Hey, Squishy!" I hollered after him. "You'll make Varsity next year, Okay?" ***************************** "You're kidding!" Tabby protested. "Fine, watch me." I stripped off my blue vest and tossed it on the wet concrete floor. Tabby looked over at the entrance separating the lockers from the showers and could see the crowd of jocks with their faces pressed against the long rectangular windows running down the center of each door. None of them dared to try to enter although the doors were unlocked. The jocks around here knew that to interfere with my show would be to end the show - and any chance of fucking any of the girls on my Dance Squad for a very long time ... I kept my bitches in check. "There must be fifty guys out there!" she cried. "Less than that," I said as I tossed my blouse. "Junior Varsity has an away game ... Besides I shower in here all the time ... it's sort of a tradition." "What kind of tradition is that?" she asked. "Mine." Now I was only in my lift-up black bra and the short skirt. The cheers from the boys in the locker room grew louder, more insistent. I stepped forward, bent over at the waist, unzipped her fly, and unsnapped her low-rider jeans. I was now eyelevel with her sexy little navel and tight midriff. My legs were locked straight at the knees making my short skirt ride up my back and expose my ass. I shook it invitingly to draw more cheers from the locker-room. "Alright, Bitch!" Tabby said smiling wickedly. She put her arms in the air stretching languidly and wiggled her hips in my face at the same time. The move let her loose jeans fall to her feet in a heap so that my nose was only a few inches from her puffy little muff hidden behind white panties. More cheers from the locker-room. She slid her foot out of her sneaker, lifted her left leg up, and grabbed her knee. She pulled the knee to her chest and twisted sideways while bouncing her little white ass towards the cheering boys. For the coup-de-grace she straightened the leg so her bobby-socked foot hovered over my shoulder then lowered it gently, resting the heel on my shoulder. She held the pose effortlessly. The cheers became a roar! The doors creaked from the strain of the boys smashing each other and against the thin steel frames to get a better view. "Oh, it's like that, huh?" I challenged her. No one was sexier than me - at least not on my campus. I ran the tips of my fingers down the inside of her long thin leg from ankle to thigh and flipped her hair up into her face with the back of my hand. I let my eyes wander over her flat abdomen before dropping them to her sexy little panties. They were stretched tight and soaked through; I could make out every detail of her lovely pussy. The boys began to beat against the thickly painted cinder-block walls and steel doors chanting. "GINNY! GINNY! GINNY!" Tabby's show was for me, not the guys, so I returned the favor. I lifted my left leg over hers and spun so I was bent over with my ass pointed at her and my legs spread on either side of her thigh. "GINNY! GINNY! GINNY!" the chant continued. I put my hands on my knees, looked over my shoulder at her, and ran my moist panty-clad muff up and down her bare thigh. She had to feel the heat and moisture building up in me through the cotton. Leaning back and laying my weight against her, I slid up the front of her body seductively making her firm perky tits slide down my back while her shirt slid up to reveal her midriff and sexy little waist. I pulled my panties down to the middle of my thighs and swayed against her so that my short skirt flipped from side to side giving the boys a good long look at my pussy. She pulled me up and turned me around by my shoulders so we were face to face again and ripped her t-shirt off over her head. Next, she slipped her thumbs into my panties and slid them down as she ran her wet tits down my body. I jiggled my hips to let my panties fall. She dropped hers as she slid back up my body. She laughed and her eyes twinkled like a little girl's as she leaned back to press her hot wet mound into mine and ran her fingers through her hair. My heart fluttered. I pulled Tabby to me forcing her to stumble out of her wet bunched jeans. We ended up in a shower-stall just out of sight of the guys, nipple to nipple. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Ignore them," I panted. My pussy was soaking wet from more than just the shower streaming over our bodies. Tabby started sniffling with tears in her eyes. "Oh shit." I pulled her to me and she sobbed, wrapping her arms around me and crying softly into my shoulder. "It's gonna be alright," I said. Whatever had happened to her, I was determined to do something about it. "Ginny!" Brad called back through the doors, "I love you!" "Bring us some soap then, Boboso!" ***************************** I snuck Tabby into my dorm room. By 'snuck', I mean we boldly walked through throngs of whispering and pointing college kids in our wet clothes. Apparently, we had caused quite the uproar on campus. "Everyone's dressed like some old perv's fantasy," Tabby said referring to our uniforms. I kinda liked them because I didn't have to worry about what to wear so much. "If you think this is slutty, you should see our Dance Squad outfits," I laughed. The room was small and there were two single beds. The decor was old Texas hunting lodge and it made me want to puke - that's why I spent as much time as I could in the guy's locker rooms - it was less repulsive. Tabby picked out my bed intuitively and sat down. She looked around as if she was afraid to touch anything. Just then, my freshman roommate, Linsey, rushed into the room squealing: "Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God!" "You're repeating yourself again, Linsey," I warned her. Linsey was awkward but cute; that was the best way to say it. Her hair was short and curly and she was still a little on the scrawny side for her age. She could still land a good man one day and she was definitely fuckable. She was the youngest member of our Squad and was one of those girls that seemed to somehow come out pretty but never realized it. She could move her body well enough on the floor and I sensed there was more to her than she let on - but I played along with her anyway. If she wanted to act the bimbo, I was happy to oblige her. She was definitely alright as a roommate too. Partying in the room was not her style and that suited me fine since I preferred to destroy other people's rooms. "Ginny! Everyone in school is talking about some urchin you took in and how you put on a strip show and ..." she saw Tabby and her flapping gums stopped flapping suddenly. "Oh!" she stammered, "No offense, really!" She rushed in and sat next to Tabby on the bed, "It's the coolest thing I ever heard, honestly!" "Linsey... Tabby ... Tabby ... Linsey ..." I hated formalities; it was always too much work. I suppose that's one of the reasons my Mother had banished me to Texas. "Wow!" she gushed as she looked over Tabby, "You're so beautiful!" Tabby politely smiled. "You'll have to forgive my Linsey," I said flicking my wet top at my mesmerized roommate, "She's a little excitable." ***************************** We spent the rest of the day shopping for clothes and supplies arm in arm like we were ten years old again. Tabby wouldn't let me get her a new backpack to replace the beat-up leather one she carried now but I made sure she had some sexy underwear and plenty of bathroom stuff. Eventually we found ourselves together in the dressing room of one of the trendy boutiques just off-campus. "Promise me you won't let yourself get that funky again," I demanded as we tried on clothes. She lifted the hem of the black mini she was trying on and ran a finger under the band of the shear white panties I'd picked out for her. "Being 'dirty' has its advantages sometimes," she purred. ¡Una Pinturita! The fingertip found its way to the tender spot between her legs. "Keep that up and I may have to clean you up myself!" I stated, licking my lips. "What are you waiting for then?" she asked, "I feel a little dirty." I pushed her down onto the bench and knelt between her legs quickly before she could change her mind. She squealed and wrapped her beautiful thin white legs over my shoulders as I buried my face in her blonde muff. I used my tongue to work the panties away from her little honey-pot - soaking them through in the process. She groaned, wrapped her legs tighter around my head, and thrust her hips so that my mouth covered her pussy and my tongue found its way into her. "That's it!" she grunted. It only took us a few seconds to get her frequency down. She was gushing an orgasm over my face a few seconds after that. "Ooooh, yeah, lick my pussy!" She banged against the thin wall with her head as she jerked. I concentrated my lips and tongue on her clit. She rolled her hips and smeared herself over my face making my chin sink into her as I bobbed my head and sucked the tiny nub. "I'm going to cum again!" she cried. I smiled and looked into her green eyes. She panted, her cheeks puffing with each exhalation through her pouty pursed lips. She groaned loudly and seized my head between her thighs, spasmodically tightening and releasing her grip on my hair. She was a squirter. When she was finally done cumming on my face, her legs fell open to let me go. I spread the generous wetness to the inside of her thighs with my tongue and lips while I was there. I looked up her perfect, milk-white gringa body, to see into her dazzling eyes. The look on her face made my heart pound - it was a look that said: "Get ready for the fucking of your life." A loud man's voice came through the door: "We will have to insist that you purchase those garments now, Ladies." "Shit! I haven't had my turn yet, Dude!" I giggled between Tabby's thighs. Of course, I loved the outfits we'd picked out together. I was going to buy them all anyway. ***************************** Incestory: Campus Daze Party Time! I didn't want Brad to be there at all but Tabby had insisted. I'd tried every trick in the book to no avail. She finally broke me down and I gave in. I even let her talk me into letting her use my cell to call him. There was no resisting her now. ***************************** We raided my liquor stash and Marcus hunted down some goodies from the Heads at Peterson Square. It wasn't too long before we were drunk and stoned; dancing to country music in our underwear despite the fact that half of the Offensive Line was crammed into our room. Marcus, Wayne, and James played Quarters in the corner ... Marcus kept stealing glances at Linsey but Linsey was too engaged in trying to get Brad's attention to notice. I laughed to myself when I imagined the mental and physical trauma his giant black cock would cause my clueless roomy if they ever hooked up. Brad watched us intently as he chugged his beer. I had been ignoring him and I knew he wasn't happy about it ... that made me very happy. "This shit should be online," he chugged his beer again and took a swig of Tequila from a bottle, "we could make a fortune." "Oh, Brad!" Linsey ran to him and slowly danced in front of him, "I'll do it if you want!" Tabby spun and fell into Wayne and Marcus laughing and holding them for balance. "SKINNY!" She cried dramatically, hugging Marcus from behind, "We need more beer!" He took her hand, rose from the table, and gracefully spun her like they were Two-Steppin' - Tabby fell right into it and spun him in return. "Whoooooa!" James yelled and ducked, "Don't fucking fall on me, Skinny!" "Damn!" Tabby laughed, "You can dance you big Lug!" She spun him again so his back was to us. "Get us that beer so we can finish this dance in style!" "I'll be right back!" He laughed, "Come on guys - the ladies are waitin' on us!" The three boys stumbled out into the hall laughing and shoving each other. Tabby shut the door quickly and spun around. She saw me watching her and shrugged guiltily. She'd gotten rid of Marcus for Linsey. I felt a twinge of alarm, she was clever, and if anyone understood the power of manipulation it was me. "Where's the webcam!" Linsey asked me. "Fuck that, Linsey," I snarled, "Get your scrawny ass back over here!" I'd smashed it a long time ago anyway. The last thing I wanted was a camera in my room - especially one connected to the Internet. "Let her be," Tabby rubbed her breasts against mine and ran her hands sensually over my ass, "she could be useful, if you know what I mean?" "¡Mina!" I giggled. Linsey "fell" between Brad's knees and draped herself over his legs. "I'll do whatever you want me to, Brad," she said, "I even swallow!" I guess getting a chance at a popular jock like Brad was something she'd never expected to happen to her and she was going all out for it. "Go on then, Bitch." Linsey obliged him, fishing out his little cock and going down on him expertly. He grabbed the back of her head and pumped his hips so that he was fucking her mouth. I couldn't believe Linsey was actually deepthroating him ... not that there was a chance he'd choke her or cause her to gag ... I just never thought she had that kind of balls. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said. "You want some o' this?" he asked us with a shit-eating grin on his face. Tabby grabbed my arm to hold me back: "Don't waste your energy." ***************************** Tabby and I found our way to the laundry room at the end of the hall somehow. "What're we doin' here?" I asked. I was tanked and starting to slur now. "Turn on the dryer!" Tabby pushed me hard and I fell over the appliance. "Ow, Bitch! Take it easy!" I laughed and turned the dryer on. Tabby spun me around and kissed me. I melted into her and relished the sensation of her pouty lips and tongue. She lifted my hips and pushed at me insistently until I figured out that she wanted me to sit on the dryer. When I finally slid up onto it, she spun me so that the corner of the machine was between my legs. "Ooooh, I like that!" The vibrations stimulated me and I got wet fast. She knelt and tongued my clit through my panties. I scooted up until the very tip of the corner of the dryer was vibrating my pussy and leaned back on my palms so I could rotate my clit between her lips and against the tip of her tongue. The delicate suction her pouty lips produced on my clit sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. The vibrations of the dryer made my tits vibrate against the material of my shirt and the energy seemed to want to discharge from my nipples - they got so hard it was painful. "Oh shit!" I grunted as I felt my pussy flood with liquid. "You aint seen nothin' yet!" she said. Tabby pulled the soaked crotch of my panties aside and plunged two of her fingers into me and roughly fucked me with them. She started mixing in tiny nibbles between licks while still maintaining the lovely suction on my clit. "Yeah you fucking slut!" I cried out as I started to cum and ground my pussy into her mouth. She twisted her hand and curled her fingers so that the tips were inside me but directly behind my clit. The back of her hand was against the dryer causing her fingers to vibrate at a high frequency too. This bitch knew how to work a pussy! "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I moaned involuntarily as I began to tremble from the pressure built up inside me. I couldn't take it anymore ... the Locus of my orgasm was squeezed between two points, compressed into a ball of fire between her lips and vibrating fingertips. I grabbed her thin hair and brutally ground out the single most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life all over my cousin's face. ***************************** In my dream: It seemed like I was walking down long halls passing wooden doors with stupidly large door handles but I couldn't feel the floors or the walls I stumbled into. The halls seemed to go on forever. The whole house would tip one way and I would fall into the wall. Then the house would tip the other way and I would stumble and fall into the wall on the opposite side. I was lost until I found a balcony that encircled the back of the swaying house ... the freezing air kept the balcony from moving too much so that I could finally stop falling down. The moon was too bright and it hurt my eyes. I stumbled away from it and down along the balcony until I came to glass sliding-door. I saw movement through shear curtains ... James, our not-so-great Quarterback, was standing on a bed and Brad knelt in front of him. Brad had his mouth around James' long fat dick and bobbed his head while jerking on him. James pumped his hips and flexed his ass muscles as he came in Brad's mouth. Brad didn't stop jerking James' cock as he took the full load and then he came himself - in Tabby - who was face-down and ass-up on the bed rocking back and forth on his little cock. "Cum in me again, Brad!" she cried. He let James' cum dribble out of his mouth and onto her ass in long thin strands as James slid behind him, mounted him, and proceeded to pump his cock into Brad's ass as Brad continued to pump in Tabby's pussy. Her green eyes glowed like a cat's. ***************************** I felt a wave of sickness and woke up shivering in the chill of early morning. It was still dark and I was in my panties and t-shirt on the hardwood floor of my dormitory hall - in a puddle of my own vile acidic puke. My head pounded and I wretched again for several minutes before I had the stamina to find my way back to my room. Marcus was fucking Linsey and she was taking his giant black cock like a champ - quietly panting with each of his powerful thrusts. His massive body smashed her tiny little white ass into her bed so hard that I was surprised it hadn't collapsed yet. Brad and Tabby were gone. ****************************** Tabby came back around the time my first class was supposed to start. She tried to come in quietly but I pounced on her as soon as she stepped in the room. "What the fuck, Bitch?" I screamed at her. "Holy shit, Ginny ... Get a hold of yourself!" Linsey cowered under her covers as I stalked across the room. "How could you run off with that no-dick loser?" Tabby's face alternated between shame and resignation: "I had to ... I don't know ... I'm sorry, Linsey." Linsey just nodded. "Sorry Linsey?" I shouted, "What about me?" Tears started to run down her cheeks. "Nice try with that bullshit, Tabatha Fitzgerald! I'm not falling for your tricks again," I stuck my hand in her face, "¡No te sarpés!" She sat hard on Linsey's bed with tears streaming down her face and hurt in her eyes. "Fine," she said, "Just get me to Chicago then, okay?" I wasn't ready to forgive her yet. "No problem!" I looked over at Linsey, "Give me the keys!" Linsey looked at me defiantly, the first time ever. I cocked my head at her but she didn't bat an eye. "Linsey ..." I warned her. "Only if I go too!" Linsey looked sympathetically at Tabby then back at me, "Can't you see she's crying ... that's got to count for something?" "Fine," I looked back at Tabby but she turned away from me and crossed her arms, "Vamos." Tabby stood and turned to leave the room just as Mr. Hanson, the Headmaster, entered blocking the exit. "Hello, Ladies!" he said in his big booming voice. He looked down at Tabby and paused then He looked around the room seeing the empty alcohol bottles and mess from our party. "I will need to see the both of you in my office in one hour." ***************************** Mr. Hanson stood behind his huge stately Mahogany desk and glared at me. His grey crew cut hair and strong square jaw would've made me wet if he was any younger, although, now that I'd considered it, I guess I could still picture myself fucking him - if he asked me too. "How could you?" he asked me as if I'd killed a puppy. "You are going to have to be a little more specific than that, Bob." I knew he preferred Robert ... Bob just seemed to suit him better. "Mr. Hanson," he said rhetorically. We'd played this game before and we both knew how it would it end. He'd still be Bob at the end of the day. He fanned a sheaf of papers and laid them on the desk like a hand of poker. "These," he paused dramatically and I had to assume he meant the papers because his eyes were riding up and down Tabby's slightly parted legs, "are the infractions I have documented for you." She was wearing a short tennis-style outfit from last season. A tried to talk her out of it but Tabby had insisted. I had to admit that she looked sexy in it. I was in my school uniform, of course - skirt, blouse, and vest. Tabby sat on my right in one of two small antique wooden chairs facing the desk. They must have been uncomfortable on purpose because I couldn't think of any other reason to own them. I never could find a good spot on them the last dozen or so times I'd been in here. He ran through the list. There weren't quite as many infractions as I'd imagined there should be - or else I'd tuned out most of it. "Can you pick up the pace, Bob? I'm missing my classes," I yawned. "You lack discipline, Young Lady!" He slammed his palms down on the desk and bolted up out of his seat, "When I Was in the Corps ...!" "Oh my Gaaaawd!" Tabby squealed, making me jump in my seat Mr. Hanson froze mid-sentence and glared at her. "I just love Marines!" she gushed. Hanson instinctively straightened up with a pride born of years of Service. "My Daddy was a grunt in the 3rd Marine Regiment in Vietnam!" she stated proudly. What? No he wasn't ... she was up to something! She let her legs fall open a little wider than even I considered polite - and that's pretty generous. She leaned forward so that her tits filled out the top of the thin-strapped white top. "When I stayed with my Daddy in Q-Town last year," Mr. Hanson's eyes filled with recognition at the name, "I fucked every Devil Dog I could get my hands on!" Mr. Hanson's cock twitched in his pants - I could see it from where I sat - and obviously it was a very large penis! "That's interesting." he said, "Tell me more. I was in the 3rd, Khe Sanh." She looked over her shoulder at me and winked. I uncrossed my legs; just for backup. Besides, no one is sexier than me - at least not on my campus. "No way!" Tabby jumped up, making her tits bounce in the process. She extended her hand, "Please, allow me to shake your hand, Sir!" His eyes darted between my legs and then back to Tabby's creamy tits. He slowly held out his giant right hand like he was an automaton and Tabby wrapped it in both of hers, leaned across the desk, and pulled his hand to her chest. Her silky blonde hair slid around her shoulders and fell over his bare forearm. "Marines are sooo strong," she ran one of her hands up his arm, "they know how to take charge," she looked up at him demurely with her bright green eyes and batted them innocently. "Yes," he mumbled, "we pride ourselves on our fitness." I could literally see his reasoning bugging out. "My Daddy was strong too ... I liked the way my Daddy would ... take charge of me sometimes." I squirmed in my seat; this was either going to go over very well - or very badly. Hanson's pecker 'sprang to attention' and a wet spot appeared on the front of his beige suit pants just at the tip of his straining bulge. "I can tell that you are a man who likes to be in charge!" Tabby purred. I could always go back to Argentina if I had to ... my Spanish was getting sloppy anyway since I'd only been conversing with Tejanos lately. "I think a strong man is so hot!" I'd finally had enough time to think everything through, so I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my vest and blouse while Tabby caressed Mr. Hanson's arm. "It's warm in here, Bob," I whined in my little girl voice, "Can I take off my vest?" I spread my top open and lightly caressed 'The Girls' with my fingertips. He stared at my tits and nodded stupidly. I leaned over Tabby, laid my tits on her bare shoulder, and ran my hand over her ass and down between her legs. "I visited the barracks every chance I could," Tabby purred as she leaned back against my hand. Mr. Hanson was wearing his Thousand Yard Stare now, his mouth slightly agape. I dipped my fingers into the gap between her thighs. My fingers found her spot and it was hot and slippery - she wasn't wearing panties and they slid into her hole like they were sucked in. "¡Turra!" I growled at her. Bob had been able to see her little blonde snatch the whole time we'd been in the office. "Sometimes ... Daddy and his friends ... when they drank too much ... they would make me do things!" She rocked slightly from the movement of my palm swirling over her cunt while my fingers dipped in her. "Naughty things!" She fluttered around my fingers in a mini orgasm. "Mmmmmmmm ... yeah," she moaned, "I'm so fucking hot just thinking about it!" His dick jerked comically in his pants in reaction to her voice and the wet spot continued to spread. I had to moan and bury my face in her hair to keep from laughing. "So many cocks in my face... spurting red cocks ... Daddy's throbbing cock in my throat." She pulled his hand to her lips and sucked each of his large thick fingers in turn like she was working a row of peckers in a porno film. I swirled my fingers faster in and over her steaming wet mound until I was practically smacking her pussy with each stroke. "Sometimes they would line them up behind me and fuck me all night!" She looked into his eyes, "Every Marine I fucked had a big cock ... do you have a big cock too?" He simply nodded and I knew then that his reasoning was definitely gone now. "Well then," she said as if she was talking to a child, "I want to see it!" In a flurry of movement, he ripped his fingers out of her mouth, jerked his zipper down, and fumbled his twitching dick out of his pants - like a Soldier presenting his weapon for inspection. It was giant! I felt a twinge in my crotch. I definitely would have fucked him back-in-the-day, no doubt about it. "Oooooh, Baby," she cooed and reached out to take the oozing penis in her hand, "I want to see your cum!" She stroked him furiously and within a few seconds his whole body was vibrating uncontrollably. I jammed three fingers in her sopping wet snatch and fucked her with them like a machine. The wet squishy sounds all the hand jobs were making were drowned out by the long low moan that Tabby was jerking out of Hanson. "I want to make you cum like Daddy did!" "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!" he roared suddenly, like he was charging a bunker. Tabby daintily pressed his dick down with her fingertips and directed his enormous jets of semen all over the papers that contained the record of my rebellion. "¡Que Dios me ayuda!" I blurted. I'd never seen such a huge volume of jizz and I've seen my share. It looked like quarts of the stuff. Tabby grabbed an oversized coffee cup from his desk and milked his last few generous spurts into it! I'll never be able to forget the sound it made: "SPLUURT - SPLUURT". He pulled away roughly and fell back into his huge leather chair panting and gasping for air. His fat cock was still oozing an impressive amount of thick white jizz in a steady flow. Tabby stood up straight and I was forced to let my fingers slide out of her. "What do you want?" he asked simply, "I'm ruined now - but you know that, don't you?" Sweat rolled down his face. "I need to get to Chicago," Tabby said, "Then, you will never see me again." He nodded his consent. "Your car," I said, hoping I could get around using Linsey's, "I need your car, Bob." "Again?" he asked looking past her at me. "Sorry about that! It was a Frat thing, and we needed more liquor! Besides you can't even tell anything happened to it ... at least not now." "You're not in a Fraternity, Ms. DelToro," he put his fingers to his forehead, "And you're certainly not old enough to buy alcohol!" "Didn't you read the Police Report?" I laughed, "We used your ID!" "We don't need your car," Tabby said, rudely interrupting us, "Genevieve will be back in a few days." He nodded his consent again. "Pleasure meeting you, Bob," she said as she ran her fingertips around the rim of the coffee cup before slamming it down so hard that it splashed all over my freshly cum-soaked disciplinary reports. It wasn't until that moment that I noticed the big red emblem on the back of the cup. [ 3RD REGIMENT / Operation Pegasus / USMC ] I licked my sticky fingers and smiled at him. "You gonna drink that or what?" "You're kidding!" he grimaced. "I'm not the fucked up pervert with a family to support, Bob," I stated, "Now ... I wanna see you drink it." ***************************** I waited a few hours into our road trip before I tried to talk to her again. "Tabby?" "Just take me to Chicago; my Brother's got an apartment at the college." "Don't be mad at me because you fucked that loser," I always liked to get the first punch in. "Fuck you, Bitch," she spat back. "I saved your ass with Mr. Handjob back there." "You saved your own ass!" I retorted, "And you didn't seem to mind my hand in your pussy then, did you? So what's your problem?" "You think 'cause you fucked me you got the right to tell me what to do?" "¡Ma', qué ... bancáme un toque!" I cried, "Can't you see I love you!" She looked out the window. I didn't care that Linsey was overhearing everything from the backseat. I just wanted her to be kind to me again to stop the pain. "You don't fucking know me, alright?" she retorted finally. Incestory: Campus Daze "What do I need to know?" She dug in her trashy backpack for a second before answering. "You'll figure it out soon enough, I guess. Just shut the fuck up and drive." I was so hurt I didn't know what else to say and I didn't know if I could say anything at all without sobbing. There was no way I was going to let Linsey see me cry. We travelled the entire rest of the way in silence except for the absolute minimum of communication required to get to our destination. I couldn't ever remember being so hurt. ***************************** When Jaime answered the door, he looked surprised and extremely happy to see her. It was a look of honestly pure love and at that moment I knew that he was the best person to be with her right now - at least, if I couldn't keep her. He was her brother after all. I couldn't be mad at him, he couldn't have any clue what was going on between us. He pulled her to him and wrapped her in his arms. She spun him around and pressed him into the doorjamb so that he couldn't catch sight of me. Their lips met in a lover's kiss just as our eyes met ... the look was nearly indescribable, a jumble of emotions - a look that only another young woman could understand. It was a look that was repentant yet defiant; sad but happy; hopeful yet resigned - it was a heartfelt apology. I nodded my acceptance silently although my heart was screaming in agony in my chest. As the door swung shut, she smiled and blew me a kiss over his shoulder and I knew at that moment that she'd forgiven me as well. Linsey was eventually forced by the cold to come get me and lead me back to her car. I was crying so hard that I had to let her drive. ***************************** ***************************** I sat on Bob's lap facing away from him, his legs splayed out to balance me as I pushed back against him as far as the chair would allow. He held me by the waist, lifting and dropping me onto his giant cock, practically knocking the wind out of me with each vicious thrust. I had my heels on the edge of his desk, my skirt and bra bunched up around my waist and my panties pulled to the side so he had access to my pussy. My uniform vest and blouse were undone, the Girls bouncing rhythmically with each powerful thrust. "I'm gonna cum already!" I moaned. I rocked my hips in time to his thrusts as I swirled my fingertips over my clit. "I love you!" he moaned. "Shut the fuck up, Bob!" I barked at him as I felt myself reaching that peak and didn't want him to ruin it by being stupid. He moaned again and I pulled him out just as he came. Massive globs of his generous hot thick cum splashed my pussy, belly, and tits. A few shots even made it to my chin before tapering off to finish coating the Girls. I grabbed his rod and held it still as I stroked my pulsating snatch up and down his shaft as he splattered me. It was hot and I let myself have an orgasm too as he writhed and twitched in my grip. "You made me late for class again," I said noting the time on his wall clock as his cum drained down my belly to pool between his shaft and my cunt. "I can write you a pass!" he lifted me up and tried to slip his giant spongy tip back into me. I hopped off of him and he sat up straight in the chair shooting me a disappointed look. He wanted another nut badly but he knew when to stop ... I kept my bitches in check. "I'm gonna need to use your bathroom, Bob," I laughed, my clothes were trashed. "Fine," he grabbed a handful of tissues and attempted to mop up the cum he'd managed to get on himself. "What do I have to do to see you again," he asked. "I fucked you 'cause you got a big cock, okay," I stated, "Trust me, you'll get another shot." "I thought you were ... you know," he looked around nervously as if someone might overhear him, "in a relationship of some sort with your cousin." "I am."