6 comments/ 104265 views/ 28 favorites College Daze By: The Avenger Nineteen year old Jeremiah Nelson, or Jeri, as everyone called him, was enjoying his college life. He was a high achiever, one of the top students in his Business Classes, and first quarterback of the junior football team. Add to that, he was dating Stacy, one of the hottest girl's on Campus. Jeri was a tall, muscular guy, with a handsome hunk next door face. He had short brown hair, and cobalt blue eyes. He was from New York State, and had polite manners. Everyone liked him. Life could not have been finer for Jeri. And then Dee came into his life like his darkest nightmare. Dee, an African American from South Central, LA, transferred to Jeri's college on a sports scholarship. Dee shared Jeri's room, soon took his position as quarterback, and was giving him tough competition in Business Class. Dee was a twenty year old, black male of medium height. His face was dark and handsome, his nose big, his lips thick and full. He had a friendly face. His hair was short cropped. Dee had a lean, athletic body. His torso was like a sculpture, well defined and muscular. Dee was an ambitious, driven black man, who wanted to win. His Motto of life was, work hard and play hard. Jeri felt very threatened by the black man. Although he was a head taller, and more muscular, he felt dominated by him. Dee liked walking around the room dressed in nothing but tiny boxers that outlined his thick cock. He moved lightly on his feet, like a dark, graceful predator from the African jungle. Dee oozed sexual energy, and had an animal attraction. The girls loved him. And he had an easy, smooth way of getting them. He was a notorious womaniser with an insatiable lust for sex. Jeri was surprised at how white chicks, even seniors, just seemed to throw it in the African's face. "Yeah, just because he is black, and a wanna be college sports star," Jeri thought bitterly. To make matters worse, when Jeri introduced his girlfriend, Stacy, to Dee, she was absolutely fascinated with the black man. Stacy came from a small southern town where there were no blacks. She beamed at Dee like a kid in a Zoo. When she came to visit Jeri, she and Dee would chat away and laugh together. However, as time went on, Jeri could not help warming up to him. Dee was a good natured guy, who faced life with a smile. He just couldn't be bothered about the chip on Jeri's shoulder. He did not feel threatened by his white room mate. He kept being cordial to him till Jeri became embarrassed with his own stupidity. Chapter 1 It was a hot, sunny, humid summer day in Boston. They walked hand in hand across the campus green lawns, a young, handsome college couple, deeply besotted with each other. He was Jeremiah Nelson, or Jeri, as everyone called him, and his girlfriend was Stacy. Jeri the tall, muscular 20 year old, with short, brown hair and a handsome hunk next door face was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, which was glued to his impressive muscles. Stacy, 19, was a good natured Southern Belle. Her face was sweet, and ever smiling. Long lashes framed big, green grey eyes. Her lips were full, pouting, and heart shaped. Her hair was dark brown, long and curly. Stacy was a tall, busty, bootylicious, corn fed young lady of the south. Her bust was awesome, the big, firm, pride of the south. When she laughed heartily, which was quite often, it set them jiggling beautifully. Her belly was toned, and she had curvy hips, and a thick, heart shaped bubble butt. She played lots of sport, but it never got smaller. Once, it had caused her pain, but now she loved it. It was taut and ripe, it did not droop or sag. And men loved it, the way they always leered after her, looking like they wanted to dive in there. Since J-Lo and Beyonce, all men were suddenly into big butts. She laughed when she read about people even reaching out for silicon, just to get a thick butt. Hers was real, with a certificate of authentication from the dirty South. Stacy was dressed for the heat, in a thin, short, white top with spaghetti shoulder straps. It was hugging her generous cleavage, and her thick nipples were poking against the material. A short jeans skirt was glued to her curvy hips. The two lovebirds had met each other at a party on Campus. A friend had introduced them. The hot Southern Belle had instantly fallen in love with the handsome, muscular, football playing hunk. Being a tall, busty, curvaceous woman, Stacy always liked her man tall and muscular. She was a wild, energetic Bronco that needed a strong man of the range. Jeri adored Stacy. She was a happy, uncomplicated person. She lived life lustfully, and she was such pleasant fun to be with. Jeri loved spending all his free time with her. She knew how to make a man feel loved and appreciated. "So, what are we going to do on this hot, humid day?" Stacy asked in her sweet, southern accent. "Lets go to my room and relax, and have a cold beer and a smoke," Jeri responded in his clean cut New York accent. "Is Dee there. I haven't seen him for so long. How is he doing?" "Oh he is fine..." "Is he still womanising?" Stacy giggled. "No, he is dating a girl from Venezuela now. He swears he is in love, but I wonder how long that will last." "He is a real rogue isn't he?" "But you like him all the same, don't you?" "Yeah, he is cool. And anyway, if those girls keep throwing themselves at his feet just because he is the quarterback, then its their fault." "They throw themselves at any guy on the team, those sluts!" "Well, you better keep away from them, coz if I catch you cheating on me, I will show you how mean a Southern Belle can get..." They laughed. Jeri squeezed Stacy's butt cheek fondly. She wiggled her bubble butt. "Lets go to your room darling. And if Dee is there, you need to get rid of him fast," Stacy said, in her come fuck me voice. Chapter 2 Dee was sitting in front of his computer in the Hostel room he shared with Jeri. He had just returned from a long day of lectures and sports practice and was enjoying a cold beer, and a computer game. A couple of his college mates were meeting for a beer, but he was too lethargic for that. Dee stood up yawning, wiping sweat from his brow. He pulled off his t-shirt. His chest was muscular and defined, his abs a perfect six pack. He eased his long shorts down his hips. A pair of tight black boxers were glued to his hips, outlining a thick bundle. Dee sat back in his chair and continued with his computer game. The door opened, and Jeri walked in, followed by Stacy. "Hi there buddy," Jeri greeted his roommate happily. "Wassup, wassup?" Dee greeted him, getting up and taking his hand. Jeri was almost a head taller. The two boys bumped shoulders. "Hi there Stacy," Dee moved in to the busty, tall brunette and hugged her. He pressed her soft, curvy body to his taut, warm torso and kissed her cheeks. His hands slid down her curvaceous hips, lingering. "Hi there," the sweet, adorable, busty southern belle said warmly. She wiped back a strand of long, dark curls from her face, a twinkle in her big, green-grey eyes. "You feeling hot, huh!" she teased, looking at the semi naked, black athlete, obviously liking what she saw. "Yeah man, its hot as hell in Boston. And so humid," Dee stretched his body languidly, making a show of it. Stacy could not take her eyes away from his gorgeous dark body. Even Jeri was watching. "Want me to put some clothes on." "Never mind. I am enjoying the view..." she giggled, patting his six pack. "Hey, don't be catching jungle fever here..." Jeri joked, pinching a pliant buttock. "Yeah you are scared that once she goes black, she is never coming back?" Dee teased, punching his shoulder lightly. "Mmmm. Maybe I will come back for more..." Stacy joked and they all laughed. "Here, you love birds?" Jeri took out a six pack of cold beer. He passed one each to Dee and Stacy. They twisted the tops and all took a deep gulp. Dee burped loudly. "You pig!" Jeri laughed. "Lemme roll a fat joint. I just got a bag of some kick ass grass," Jeri said walking across the room to his bed. "Now that's the best thing I have heard all day. And thanks for that ice cold beer." He took another long sip and burped again. "Take a seat Stacy," he said, rising from the chair. He perched on the edge of his desk as Stacy planted her gorgeous bubble butt into his chair. She sat back, thighs parted slightly, her skirt riding high, just covering her crotch. Dee gazed at her juicy, smooth, tanned thighs. He licked his lips thinking, "Damn! Stacy is such a hot southern belle for sure!" Dee took his cold bottle and slowly rolled it all over his dark muscular chest. Stacy gazed at his dark muscles, seeing them glisten from a light sweat. Her eyes roved down to his gorgeous abs, and then down to the thick bundle in his boxers. Dee looked up and caught her ogling. Stacy blushed and giggled. Jeri walked up with a big joint. He fired it up, took two deep tokes and passed it to Dee. "Ladies first," Dee responded, and passed it on to Stacy. "Thanks. At least someone here knows how to treat a lady!" "I didn't notice there were any here, sorry..." Jeri responded, and smacked her generous ass cheek. The three of them smoked several joints. When Stacy went to the bathroom, Jeri asked Dee if he could leave for a couple of hours, so that he and Stacy could get naked and cosy. Jeri was feeling real horny from the grass. And so was Dee. "Shit man, I am feeling so horny from that grass. It is like a fucking aphrodisiac. You gotta take a hike buddy, so that Stacy can take good care of me," Jeri said, swivelling in Dee's chair. Dee was perching on the desk, in front of Jeri. "Come on man, what kind of a friend are you? You get me all horny with that grass and now you wanna kick a brother out on the street, with a big, hard dick. How am I supposed to walk with that?" Dee indicated the now very prominent bulge in his boxers. It was like he had stuffed a thick sponge in there. Jeri's eyes were glued to it. "So what should I do about that big black cock?" he teased. "Let your girlfriend see about it man. We are roomies and good friends, aren't we? Share and share alike, man." "Yeah, so now you wanna make her go black and never come back, right? Hell no! I don't want that black cock anywhere near my girlfriend." "Then you will have to see about it," Dee teased. "On your knees white boy! Suck my big black cock!" "Is that all you want, a nice wet blow job, or do you wanna stick it up my lily white ass as well?" Jeri teased in a slimy, faggot like voice. "Hell yeah! Take that! That's anal, right there!" Dee hit Jeri's shoulder and they both fell over with laughter as Stacy came back in. Her face had a blissful look and her eyes were drooping. She staggered slightly and giggled. "What you guys laughing about?" she asked, leaning against Jeri. "Nothing, just a silly boy joke.." Dee responded. "Not for a lady's ear." "Come on, you guys are so mean. You were probably laughing at me coz I am so stoned." She pouted playfully. "No. You are the last thing we would laugh about." Dee said, bending over to pull his shorts on. Jeri and Stacy both gazed at his firm black ass, cupped in the tiny undies. Without noticing it, both of them licked their lips. "You are getting dressed. And I thought the party was just about to begin..." Stacy pouted playfully. "Your boyfriend wants me to go so the two of you can party." "No, Dee. You don't have to leave just because of us," "Its alright. Where's my money boy?" Dee reached out and Jeri passed him ten dollars. It was the house rules. If one of them wanted to get laid and they paid the other one 10 bucks to go and get pissed. "Nice doing business with you." He laughed. "Bye Dee!" Stacy slid her arms around him and hugged him warmly, tightly. "Mmmmm!" Dee groaned in her hair, and kissed her cheeks, lingering. "Get your hands off my girlfriend, you rogue. I told you she doesn't like black men." "That's not true," Stacy giggled, and they all laughed as she let Dee go. "Have fun Dee," she patted his ass. Dee wiggled his ass. As the door closed behind Dee, Stacy slid into Dee's chair. She wrapped her arms around Jeri's hips and rested her head against his crotch. Jeri stroked her hair and she purred like a cat, nuzzling his crotch. "Is that your cell phone or is that you?" she giggled, feeling a hardness against her cheek. She opened his zipper and pulled out his erect manhood. Jeri had a nice, long thick cock. "Mmm. Just what I need, a tasty Vanilla loly!" she purred and started licking her boyfriend's dick like a lolly. "Oh yes baby. Thats it," Jeri groaned, dropping his pants to pool around his feet. "Oh yeah! Yeah!" was all he could groan as Stacy gobbled him up into her mouth. Jeri liked Stacy when she was drunk and stoned. When she was sober, she was rather shy. She would kiss his cock a few times, but would not suck it . However, when she was stoned, as present, she turned into a wanton, filthy dirty slut. Stacy was the first girl who had gone down on him and let him cumm in her mouth. She handled his dick like a real bitch, throwing her lips to the shit, sucking and chewing him into ecstasy. "Oh yes. Oh darling. Yes, suck my dick baby. Chew it nice and good..." Jeri moaned, his hips dancing. "Oh yes baby, I love sucking you..." Stacy purred, taking him deep down her throat. He groaned and grunted, as he watched Stacy's lips ride up and down his cock, as she sucked him like she was sucking the meat off a chicken bone. "Mmmm" she moaned, licking and slurping away. She sucked him long and good, enjoying it just as much as he was. "Oh yes! Oh baby! Yeah!" Jeri groaned, huffing for breath, his pace quickening. Suddenly he jammed it deep down her throat and his face contorted and his body shuddered mightily. His first shot hit her right at the back of her throat. She stifled her instincts to gag and felt his cumm seep into her belly. As Jeri's balls leapt and spurted their thick load into her mouth, she sucked and milked his cock, drinking down his cumm. Finally, his flopping cock slid out of her mouth. "Oh damn you Jeri. You get me so turned on and then just leave me with an unsatisfied itch! That's no way to treat a lady," Stacy pouted... "How can I help it when you suck me so wonderfully? That was like heaven baby!" Jeri lit another joint. "Shit! Maybe I should call Dee and ask him to help out!" "Oh, he doesn't like white women..." Jeri teased and laughed. "Yeah right, with the way he is always ogling my butt!" "He isn't the only one who likes your bubble butt, you know..." So saying, he slid to his knees right before her. He handed her the joint, and started stroking her gorgeous, silky thighs, easing her skirt up. He kissed the insides of both thighs, licking and nibbling here and there. He left wet, blazing trails up to the thick pussy mound that nestled between her thighs. It was cupped in a semi transparent, tight white gusset. The thick lips of her shaved cunt were plastered to the material. "I think I have just found heaven..." Jeri sighed, and sweetly kissed her mound, licking all over her gusset. "Oh yes baby, that's it," Stacy groaned leaning back in the chair and hooking her legs over the arms rests, spreading her thighs wide apart. "Oh, this is wonderful darling. You do that so well..." she groaned, as he eased her gusset to the side, sliding a thick finger up between her dripping lips. She pushed her crotch up at him. He fingered her exquisitely, both of them gazing at his finger sliding in and out of her pink, shaved glory. He groaned with lust, feeling his dangling, spent cock coming back to life. He dipped his face between her thighs. He kissed her pussy, made love to it with his lips. He sucked on her clit and flicked it with his tongue. Stacy writhed and moaned, making the chair creak. Jeri slid a second digit into her. His fingers were sucked up into her slimy, hungry hole. "Oh yes. Suck my pussy. Suck my fucking cunt!" she growled, grabbing his hair and jamming her cunt into his face. Jeri finger fucked her hard and fast, torturing her clit! "Fuck yeah! I am fucking cumming all over your face!" Stacy growled at the ceiling, locking her thighs tightly around his face. She came gasping and writhing and twisting her body like she was possessed. Finally, she flopped back in her chair, gasping for breath, huge bust heaving. Her face and chest were flushed a deep red. "Oh thanks darling...." Chapter 3 The two lovebirds lay in bed, on top of the covers. Jeri lay on his back, naked, his muscular body propped up on two pillows. Stacy, who had stripped down to her tiny white thongs, was lying on her side, a thigh thrown over his. Her palm was wrapped around his cock, and she stroked him gently, as they passed a joint back and forth. Jeri had a hand on her bubble butt, and he was stroking and fondling her. "So, you like Dee's dark muscles huh? Don't lie. I saw you ogling him shamelessly." He teased his girlfriend, his dick resting in her warm palm. "Come on, I wasn't ogling, I was just looking. And you were looking too." "He is just so sexy, isn't he?" "Hey, keep your hands away from that black man. This belongs to me, alright?" she teased and squeezed his cock, wanking it so tantalisingly. "You know why we were laughing? He said the grass made him so horny, and he could not possibly walk with such a log. "And you chased him away, you dumb fool." Stacy teased, slapping his chest playfully. "Well, first he said I should let him fuck you. When I said no, he said I should suck him off fast, before you came back from the bathroom..." "Did you do it?" "Are you crazy!!!" they both laughed. "Oh, that would be something funky. You on your knees, sucking on his big black cock! I bet you would look beautiful, with his thick, dark penis in your mouth!" Stacy giggled. But the thought excited her, thrilled her, made her skin prickly. "Have you ever gone down on another guy?" "No! I aint no fag!" he said, but he realised that the idea of going down on Dee was not entirely unappetizing for him. In fact, the white guy felt thrilled and excited. His skin was all prickly, just like his girlfriends. Have you ever done it, I mean, go down on a black guy?" "No. I told you I never had a black guy. There weren't any in my town." "Would you like to do it? I know that Dee wants you. He is always ogling your ass." "He is your friend. Besides, I am not a cheating slut!" "What if I said it was o.k?" "Whats this Jeri? You want me to sleep with your room mate or what?" "No, I just wanted to know if you have ever thought about it." "Maybe..." Stacy teased. "But all I am thinking of now is that big cock of yours..." Stacy slid on top of Jeri, trapping his cock between their bellies. "Maybe you can pretend that you are having his big, black cock, yunno..." Jeri suggested. "You want me to pretend that I am fucking Dee. Alright. But I hope you can take it," Stacy teased. "Of course I can. Now rub that white pussy all over my black cock!" Jeri giggled, his heart leaping as he said those words. The two of them liked experimenting around when they were high. These types of dirty fantasies were just up their street. "Mmmm. Darling, your big black cock feels so good against my pussy," Stacy moaned, as she kissed her boyfriend's pink lips. She started rubbing her cunt against his stem, bathing it in her wetness. Jeri groaned and reached for her big tits. He kneaded and fondled them, tweaking on her nipples. "Yeah, that's it. Pull those large black hands all over my tits," she groaned, shuddering. Then she reached for his cock, positioned it at her opening and sank her hips down it. Jeri slid up to the hilt in her hot, tight pussy. Stacy started riding him like a good old cowgirl. She planted her hands on his chest, grabbing a handful of muscle and started whipping up and down. Her tits were bouncing all around in his face. Jeri grabbed one, and sucked on it, chewing and nibbling the pink, excited nipple. College Daze It was a hot night. Even with the windows of our dorm room open, there was very little circulation. Jack was snoring away; that guy could sleep through anything. I glanced at my clock – 2 o'clock in the morning. I got up to take a piss and wipe my face with a damp cloth. My eyes had adjusted to the night and I could see that Jack had kicked off his sheet and was lying on his back buck naked. I paused for a moment and stared at his body. He was no athlete, but he was in pretty good shape. I looked at is flaccid cock and thought to myself that he was probably a bit larger in that department than me. I was just about to continue to the bathroom when his dick jumped a bit. I quickly looked at his face to see if he was awake. I relaxed a bit when I saw his eyes closed and his breathing deep and sound. He was out. I looked back at his cock and it continued to move – he was getting an erection. I watched with fascination as his cock came to life. I smiled and hoped he was having a good dream. As it grew, it stretched up toward his naval until he was fully hard. At least seven inches – a good inch longer than me and a little thicker, I watched with some envy as it began to pulse with his heart beat. My own cock was beginning to stir, so I decided I should continue on to the bathroom, do my business and get back to bed. I couldn't get the image of Jack's cock out of my brain as I stood to pee. My dick grew in my hand as I did my business. The more I thought about Jack, the harder I got. I began to wonder.... I finished in the bathroom and headed back to bed, but I could help but stop and admire Jack's dick once more. He hadn't moved; he was still hard and a tiny bead of pre-cum had formed on the tip of his dick. I found myself wanting to touch it. Nervous as hell, I carefully reached over and, with the tip of my finger, touched the bead of pre-cum. As I pulled away, a small, clear strand connected my finger with the tip of his cock. About 12 inches out, the strand broke. I rubbed the tip of my finger with my thumb and felt the slick, slippery pre-cum between my fingertips. My heart was beating like crazy. A quick glance at his face let me know he was still sleeping deeply; I got bolder. I reached down and lightly ran my finger along the length of his cock starting at his balls, ending at the mushroom tip. The feeling was exhilarating and I knew I wanted to do more. I carefully rested my right hand on his balls, feeling his heat. More firmly, I moved my hand up his shaft until I could wrap my fingers around his cock. A stream of pre-cum connected his dick with a little pool of the stuff on his stomach as I pointed his cock up. I could feel it pulsing in my hand. The hot, spongy, but firm cock felt different but similar to my own. I squeezed gently and watched more pre-cum erupt from his piss hole. It dripped down the side of his cock. My own cock was throbbing by this point, so with my left hand I grabbed my own dick and started jacking off while I very gently begin to stroke Jack's cock. I closed my eyes and slowly worked the two cocks. A moan from Jack brought me back to reality, but his eyes were still closed. He was producing a huge amount of pre-cum and soon I was using his natural lube to coat his cock. The slippery, sticky feeling was very erotic. My own pre-cum was providing me with plenty of lube for me as well. Jack's head rolled toward me and a sigh escaped his mouth. His lips remained slightly parted as his breath increased in tempo. An evil thought crossed my mind and I began wondering what Jack would do if I touched his lips with the tip of my cock. I carefully released my grip on his cock. I brought my right hand up to my nose to smell his scent. The scent was strong. I hesitated only a moment before licking my hand to taste Jack's pre-cum. MMMM, not bad. I dropped my underwear and positioned myself so that the tip of my cock was close to Jack's mouth. With a steady hand I guided the tip to graze his lips. At first, he didn't move. Then he closed his mouth briefly and then he licked his lips and opened his mouth a little wider as if offering me an invitation. I pointed the tip of my cock at his open mouth and slowly moved in. I shuddered as I felt his lips touch my cock. Ever so slightly I pressed my advantage and Jack's mouth opened to accommodate. Perhaps it was some natal response on his part, but soon I began to feel a very gentle sucking motion as Jack's mouth closed around my cock. The feeling was incredible as I continued to feed him my cock and then slowly start to pull back. I was actually fucking my roommate's mouth while he slept. I felt myself close to cumming, so I reluctantly pulled out. I doubted he would appreciate waking up to a hot load of cum in his mouth. I decided to return the favor, so I bent over his cock and began licking his crown. I carefully grabbed it with my hand and guided it into my waiting mouth. His moans told me he was enjoying what I was doing so I continued to gently lick and suck his dick. Should I let him cum in my mouth? I was debating this as I felt his cock begin to expand in my mouth and I knew I had brought him to the point of no return. I closed my mouth over his cock and prepared for the blast to come. In an instant, his dick erupted into my mouth, filling it with his seed. Having never done this I was not prepared for the volume of cum, but did my best to swallow as fast as I could. Some escaped my mouth, but was caught on my hand and I quickly recovered and was able to lick my hand while sucking his cock until he finished. I looked at Jack and a smile appeared on his sleeping face. My heart was beating wildly and my own cock was throbbing. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I quietly returned to my bed. The taste and smell of Jack's cum was strong. As I lay down on my back I grabbed my cock and started slowly masturbating while thinking about what I had just done. I looked over at Jack who was still sleeping. He let out a sigh, and I squeezed my cock. I felt my orgasm beginning to build and I continued to massage my dick until I exploded with pleasure, my cum shooting up on my chest and hitting my chin. I grabbed a sock nearby and cleaned up the mess, feeling very contented. I glanced at the clock; it was 2:40 in the morning. It was still hot. I exhaled deeply and fell fast asleep. College Daze by ProfessorR © by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________) COLLEGE DAZE Sophia sighed and tumbled off of me. My dear friend was on vacation from her administrative job at the School for Social Expression -- well, that's the cover name for the Marin County based establishment known within select circles by its real name -- the School for Sexual Expression. Sophia and I had enjoyed a wonderful dinner downstairs, during which I had teased her about whether working in the school with all the young studs learning advanced hypnotic and NLP seduction techniques might have taken away her interest in older guys -- like me, for instance. She had just proved otherwise, leading me up the stairs to her room in the old Oxford Hotel and mounting me with a delicious grin on her lips -- the same lips that had tempted my penis into rock hardness -- and we had fucked as intensely as back when we first met. That meant tenderly at one moment and wildly in the next. As always, I came deep inside her, something she loved. She had never understood how an average guy like me felt so big, so long, inside. I was about to tell her. For some reason, I felt very candid with her tonight. I was in a storytelling mode, even though both of us were perspiring and needed the cuddling that followed. Still, I felt a stronger than normal need to talk right then, and she seemed interested in trying to stay awake long enough to listen. I kissed her cheek. "You always wondered why I would fill you so completely, from such an ordinary start, didn't you?" I queried. Not very subtle, I thought to myself. But Sophia did not seem surprised. "Yes. I mean, I understand how the size of a man's erection doesn't necessarily relate to his size in a cold shower. But you seem to fit me exactly... and you can explore and caress inside me like you want to stay there forever... or at least till I can't stop the room from spinning." She laughed a deep, sensual laugh and snuggled herself closer. "And then you come when I'm ready for you. When I'm begging for your semen?" Her last sentence was meant to be declarative, but emerged as a question. "Doesn't that happen with all your men?" I teased her. She laughed, but then turned serious. "I have to admit that with all those young men around, I've fallen to temptation a few times. Does that make me a bad person?" Sophia offered a rueful smile. "No, it makes you human," I replied, and kissed her. Our lips stayed together for a long, sensuous kiss, stoked hotter by our shared intimate knowledge. "But a couple of them... well, three to be exact, never really were all the way in when they came. And they never turned me on from deep inside the way you do every time." "Was it that they were wearing condoms?" "That wasn't the reason. I think they were too excited and focused on their own pleasure." "Well, there you have it," I pronounced in a radio voice. "I'm focusing on your pleasure. That's the difference." "But how do you do that? Were you always that way?" Her voice was fading. "If you stay awake for a few minutes longer, I'll tell you." I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hypnosis!" I asserted. "What do you mean? I know that our students learn to use hypnosis in their seductions, and you've told me stories about other people doing that, but how do you use it? Am I just imagining that I'm being fucked by a master cocksman?" She actually sounded a little peeved when she gave a sarcastic tone to the end of the sentence, as if all her orgasms-upon-orgasms had been revoked. "It wouldn't matter in your mind if you imagined it deeply or it really happened -- you'd enjoy it either way. It's more fun for ME, though, if it really happens, true?" [Dear reader, if you are a woman, you've already imagined what Sophia is experiencing, yes? And if you are a man, you know what I was just experiencing. There's a thin border line between a good visualization and reality.] "True," she agreed. "But, start at the beginning, and as long as its a good story, I'll stay awake." "Well, the beginning was in college. I was in love with a Psych major who came from ____________ (overseas)." "You never told me about that," Sophia observed -- in that tone that women reserve for comments on information that they feel should have been provided to them on some application form except that the subject had never come up before. "You didn't ask. It was really love, and I somehow was doing all the right things and that had never happened to me before. I can still remember when I first slipped my hand into her bra. I thought she was going to slap me, but, of course, she had been waiting for me to get up the nerve and she enjoyed my struggle to get in there. It felt so good to discover her nipples pushing up, just like I'd read in some naughty paperbacks that I had run across. And then on the next date, to have her nipples already erect as she thought about me touching them. "It was the same thing at each stage. I was sure she was going to slap me when I slipped my hand down the front of her jeans and into her panties. Oh, and that was made easier by her change in fashions to wearing loose-fitting, bulky sweaters. To my innocent amazement, she sucked in her tummy to make it easier for me to get there. And her clit -- I had read about women whose clits were hard to find -- her clit was quickly firm and proud. And the next time, I seem to remember it was reaching out from between her lips. "It wasn't too long before we were thinking in terms of when we would "make love" rather than whether we would have sex." Sophia smiled at me. "But what about hypnotism?" she queried. "I'm coming to that. But it wasn't until after we had "done it" a few times." "What was it like? It's hard to imagine you ever having been a virgin." She laughed at the absurdity. "Everyone has to start sometime. I was still sure that first time that something was going to go wrong. Even though I had practiced putting on a condom, it seemed to take forever. I remember her wiggling her vagina at me and her tongue touching her lips with eager excitement. Every step of the way, I kept thinking of things that could go wrong, including the possible intrusion of the school's janitor in the room we had appropriated. It felt wonderful to feel her tilting her hips just right for me, and then her heat surrounded me, the scent of her dizzied me, and I came. "Did she enjoy it?" "We were in love, so she must have enjoyed the concept and the idea that it was finally happening between us. She glowed, of course. I even noticed certain campus big shots finding excuses to chat with her, attracted to her, so I experienced my first jealousy, too. But I realized from my reading as we progressed that I was shortchanging her. "I didn't want to say the word, but, yes, I saw an opening. She was learning hypnosis in her psych classes. I had read some chapters in her textbook and had talked with her a bit about it. "Did she hypnotize you?" "That's an interesting question. I asked her if she would like to try it on me, without saying what purpose it might have, other than helping with her homework. She told me that she didn't want to hypnotize me. We were too close. Perhaps she was insecure about my motives or feared that she would do some harm. "Things went on as they typically do in college, until that Spring, when the news from her home country turned ugly. Riots, conspiracies, and then a dictator in power, executing real or perceived enemies. Suddenly, her situation had changed. Her family was on the outs with the new ruling circles, so if she went home, she'd have no way to stay out of trouble. "All of this came spilling out in a long, sad discussion, in which she explained in effect that for practical reasons, she would have to look for an American to marry so that she could stay in this country. We were wonderful together, but I was not ready for marriage, and perhaps we really were not well suited as a couple for that. She admitted that she had tossed and turned trying to think of a way to make things up to me. She felt that she had taken my time away from other relationships that might have turned out to be right for me. I, of course, disagreed, because I still was in love with her. That made her feel even more guilty. "After our long, sad exchange, I went home and slept deeply. When I woke up I still felt saddened, but not so frazzled about things. I could think things over without getting hung up on my own feeling of hurt. "So.... as I asked, did she hypnotize you?" "She never said she did. But after a long Sunday afternoon looking out the window at the grey sky, I began to feel numb instead of upset. And then that night I dreamed about all kinds of possibilities for my future, including other women. And in the morning, I felt more positive. "It sounds as though you were hypnotized." "I'll never know, I suppose, but what happened over the next four weeks really did seem to relate to hypnotism, or some form of suggestion." I paused and Sophia nuzzled against me. I took it as a sign to go on. "I was walking back up to the dorm past the women's dorm where my girlfriend was a floor counselor. That dorm was known - whether fairly or not - as home for the most conservative of the co-eds. Having a girlfriend from there meant that you either had a real, potential marriage, relationship or just a friend. That dorm even had voted to keep a curfew for freshman women, if you can remember back to that sort of thing." Sophia grimaced and admitted that she was old enough to remember that. "Of course, a lot of things can happen before midnight if you want them to happen. Anyway, I was walking past her dorm when a freshman girl from her floor came by. I nodded and started to walk past her. Out of the blue, she stopped me to ask a question. Except that she couldn't remember what the question was. "That gave me the time to notice that she was somewhat dressed up, with her blouse opened one button lower than I would have expected from her dorm. I wasn't a quick thinker in those days, and tried to help her remember what the question was. But she couldn't remember. It was like her real purpose was to get me to talk with her. As we fumbled through our conversation, she stood with her pert breasts outthrust as much as she could. I tried not to look down. "Now, you might think that I would have taken advantage of that. But remember, I had just broken up with my girlfriend, and it didn't even register with me that this girl wanted my attention. We wound up our halting conversation and she and I went our opposite ways, both puzzled. "The next week, the same thing happened with another girl from her dorm floor. This time, she had a question to ask me. Did I remember the date of the Winterfest carnival and dance? It was coming up. This girl was a sophomore, just a class year away from mine, and she had developed more than the first. I got the feeling that she was more comfortable talking with a guy, but things went pretty much the same as with the first girl. I was still moping around and not getting it. "The third week, I was thinking that it was silly of me not to be having any social life. Just a cup of coffee and some conversation was really all that I would need, I thought. "That's when Linda stopped me to ask about the old library section where I had been a student staffer. Linda was hot, as we would say now, but what was more interesting was the way she stood close to me while asking about the Psych section of that library. She was saying something about wanting to learn more about hypnosis, and that maybe I could help her find an old book that was probably mis-shelved. "I shouldn't be shy about knowing soooo much about the old library, she said, her eyes sparkling. She suggested that I probably knew about the creaking stairs to the Psych stacks. She had never been up there, but somehow knew about it. Maybe that's where the book that she needed was, and if onlllly I would help her. I could be a BIG help." Sophia started to laugh. "Was she really that blatant?" she challenged. "Yes, and I took a lot of that with a puzzled look on my face before it dawned on me what she wanted. I also was puzzled because almost no one knew about that part of the old library, but my girlfriend and I had been there. "We headed across the quad, past the new library and into the old building. It was more quiet than usual, because it wasn't quite time for finals and the old library didn't have very good study desks, so it was mainly used by students using special collections that were housed in it. "Linda, I began to notice, had a nice figure. Her breasts were small, I supposed, and then I realized that she had no bra on. You must remember that this was back when that was a naughty thing for a co-ed to try. I watched her hips moving as she walked in front of me, and it seemed that she was exaggerating her movements for my benefit. She was wearing a skirt, which would have seemed odd on that casual campus, but it was some kind of pleated style that was part of a uniform for a drill/dance group that she belonged to. "I noticed something else interesting. It was about myself. It was exciting thinking about Linda, and suddenly I could imagine what I could be doing with her. I guess that isn't surprising, but what surprised me was how confident I felt. I felt a new feeling of calm strength flow through me, a feeling that I was in charge and could deal with whatever happened. I didn't know yet what that meant, and another part of my mind still was thinking of all the negative possibilities. "Once in the library, Linda made a perfunctory search for the book she needed, then rolled her eyes." "I guess we'll have to find that other collection," Linda said in an inviting tone. She did not seem disappointed. "You can show me how... to find it." "Sure," I agreed. "Let me show how the way," and I took her hand almost teasingly and led her back between the stacks to a rickety ladder. It led to a hatch in the ceiling. "I'm a little nervous about climbing that," she said. It seemed like a reasonable concern to me. "You go first and I'll follow below, so if you fall I'll catch you," I teased. She simply agreed and headed easily up the ladder -- not nervously at all, but eagerly. I looked up from below and my eyes were drawn up her shapely legs and -- I took a deep breath -- on to her unpantied vagina. I really didn't see a lot, because the light was poor and I almost lost my grip on the ladder. "Then the surprise again. Instead of blushing or getting agitated or getting a big hard on, I felt that feeling of being in charge, of quiet confidence. "She pushed aside the hatch cover -- it wasn't too heavy, but did take some muscle. And then we found ourselves in the storage area. It really was just meant to be an attic, but you know how college libraries just grow and grow. There was a work table at one end by a window that I knew had a fabulous view of the campus. I knew that, because my girlfriend and I used to stretch out on the table after sex and spy on the campus activities below. "Before we hunt for that book and get all dusty," I directed, taking her hand and guiding her, "have a look out this window. It's got a great view." Linda was looking high and low in this new-to-her environment, but did as I asked. I found myself standing close to her, so close that a year ago I would have backed away or gotten grabby. Instead, I felt that same wave of calm strength, and simply stood behind her for a moment as she looked out the window. "Standing behind her, I placed my hands on her waist. They were steady, I noticed, not jumpy as I had expected from past experiences and disappointments. She turned to me as if to ask a question, then paused facing me, my hands still on her hips. Wordlessly, she answered her own question, tilting her head upwards and parting her lips for the kiss that she knew I would offer. "We embraced and kissed intensely. When we paused for air, she whistled as if surprised, grinned and then we dove into each other's lips again. Pressing hard against her, the heat from her vagina lured me on. Her arms swept around me when she felt my hardness; she held me close to her. My kisses were on her neck now and I felt her legs buckling. I pushed her against the table. "My hands took on a life of their own, and somehow I touched all the right places. Our clothes were coming off by some method, the quiet of the study room interrupted by the tell-tale sounds of zippers, snaps and clips, and then her panties floated to the floor. Her nipples pouted for my kisses, but as I pressed into their swollen surroundings, I had to stop kissing for a moment while her hands struggled with my briefs. Down they want, and up I went. She giggled triumphantly as my freed penis assumed the shape that she wanted. "Of course, this sounds like a lot of stories that you've heard, but what was different was the inner calmness that I felt. I was completely concentrating on her pleasure and the sense of panic that I had felt before was gone. I was not going to come until she wanted it. And, the more that I focused on her, the closer she came to that point of absolute need. "But I didn't know that it was going to be this way. It was almost frightening to me, this the first time that I had truly commanded a woman's pleasure. As I drew increasingly powerful orgasms from her through my touch and carefully directed kisses, I kept thinking that would be it, that she would faint or something." Sophia laughed with me as I recalled my wonderment. I could still remember how surprised I was and how beautiful Linda's lust made her. Finally, catlike, she had pulled loose and seated herself on the table. Her legs were spread slightly apart, her head tossed back to present her breasts. I remembered how it felt to caress her thighs, how she opened wider and wider till I stepped between them. I kept that memory, but continued with more for Sophia. "That was back in the day when people weren't being very careful, and I didn't have a condom within reach. It was down there somewhere in our mess of clothes. The tip of my penis sparkled with a growing drop of silvery pre-cum. How did I know to aim my penis to coat Linda's clit? It just popped into my head, as if someone had put it there. I never knew how powerful that it would be." Sophia smiled and shuddered through her whole body -- especially a certain area of her body -- as she thought about that feeling. She had long ago concluded that some men's pre-cum suited her more than others, that there was a biological factor at work from prehistoric times. Mine, she felt, was addictive for her. [Her theory is that our body chemistry connected, not that mine was better than someone else's. She took the romantic view, that every man's pre-cum was a match for some specific woman's needs.] "I caressed Linda's opening with the tip of my penis. I couldn't have done that before without exploding, but now, concentrating on her pleasure gave me a deeply positive feeling. I could take advantage of the sensitivity in my velvety tip to feel her excitement and tease her to higher levels. And then, she begged me. "I need you inside me.... fuck me, Richard." Remember, this was back when nice girls were supposed to never let that word pass their lips. "I went in so easily, and more gently than I had before. I was headed for the G-Spot, except how did I know what the heck a G-Spot was? Somehow, something in my head was telling me where to pause, and then where to stroke with my velvet power. It dawned on me that a man is built perfectly for a woman's pleasure and more deep feelings of command flowed through me. I could watch the amazed, almost shocked, look of joy on her face as I treated her to this unexpected stop on my way in. College Daze "And then, I felt something else that I had not felt before. From deep within Linda, a wave of heat hit my hard staff. Again, I responded just as I should have. Before she could finish getting her desperate need for fucking into words, I was sliding my power as deeply into her as possible. She cried out with delight, scratching my shoulder a bit as her nails bit into me. Hanging tightly to me, her pussy worked just as agressively as my cock. Yes, those were the words that she was using now, more language that nice girls weren't supposed to let pass their lips. "I pulled back out a little ways and teased her G-Spot again. Her eyes rolled up into her head, she blinked, and she whispered hoarsely, 'Dammit, Richard, I want your semen NOW!'" "I rammed myself easily back into her before I could think of how unladylike she was becoming. Her heat now was overpowering, I had no choice but to join her in coming, filling her deepest need from the perfect distance." "Of course," interjected Sophia, "that was before we knew that healthy women need at least a weekly dose of pre-cum and semen for the enzymes in them." I smiled at her, and teased that "... and some women need it more than once a week." She giggled. "Yes," I continued, "the science wasn't there, but somehow I knew that by filling this need, that I was doing things right. Just as when I realized that I could focus on her pleasure, rather than my own. "And something else came floating to my mind as I held her. For a while, I couldn't think of anything except how good our flesh felt against each other, but something was trying to come up from my subconscious. Some words. Just the right words. "Linda swayed woozily in my arms atop the table, her pubic area wet with her own fluid and mine. She enjoyed a tremble or two as I caressed her cooling clit with my sagging cock. More of the precious pre-cum coated her, shining in the now late afternoon light. I suddenly wondered if the library was going to be closed before we got ourselves organized. I started to grab up our clothes, but then the right words hit me. "Linda's mind was completely open to me. I had penetrated her psyche, not just her vagina, with a power that she had never experienced. And now, the words that I had not composed came smoothly to my lips. I told her that it was good to feel so relaxed, and that because she felt so good now, she could trust me. "Step by step, I took her into a hypnotic trance that evolved from her natural post-coital trance. Her nipples hardened again as the sign that I requested to show her pleasure at being hypnotized. But what was I going to ask of her? "Again, the words came to my lips. She had enjoyed sex with me because of her own body's needs, needs which she now would be more intensely aware of. She had enjoyed sex with me because I penetrated her deeply, not because I had been hypnotically trained as a cocksman (which I suddenly realized). And, though she would find it desirable to think of me when masturbating, she would understand that many other women might need my attention, too. She would proceed with her normal social life, normal sex life, but would tell me when she needed more. And she would find it satisfying. "Oh, and the other words that came drifting into my lips were to tell her that it was okay to tell her best friends a bit about this." Sophia's eyes grew wide. "Now," she murmured, "I think I understand many things. Your first girlfriend left you a parting gift, didn't she?" "Yes, I think so. Whether she had started in to improve me for her own benefit or not, I'm not sure. But when she had to break up with me, I knew she felt terrible about it, and wanted to do something for me. But it gets even better when you think about it. "How's that?" "Remember, she was the dorm floor counselor in a building where the nicest, most conservative girls tended to take up residence. She had to keep the lid on all those hormone-loaded women who weren't having sex. Sophia's eyes grew large and then she laughed and laughed with understanding. "So, she put you to work satisfying them, didn't she? Linda just had to tip her friends off, and you were the tip, right?" "Apparently. And every so often, when she was between boyfriends, Linda came to me for her weekly fix. We became good friends. And, as similar connections developed with other women from this dorm, my lifestyle changed. You know, I didn't start out to be a professor, but I could never get away from the campus again. So, I changed my focus. And, of course, the experience of being hypnotized brought new interests and so I headed into the field that you think of me as always having been in. Just recently, for example, I started reading David Shade's stuff and it clicked with my college days' experiences." "But what about my sensation that your penis is so large in me, when I can see that it's normal outside? And, why is it that I always think of you when I'm masturbating?" Sophia was not teasing with this question, but I have to admit to teasing with the answer. "Do you think that I hypnotized you? If that was true, all I'd have to do is raise this finger -- and I wiggled my middle finger -- and you'd feel obsessed with how huge it's becoming." Sophia started to laugh at the idea, told me that was silly, and then a look of total slutness crossed her face. "Damn," she burst out. "Give it to me now!" "Why?" I asked coyly, as it began to grow with the thought of where it was about to go. Sophia laughed again, the words bursting through: "because all I can think of right now is having you big and hard in me." College Daze and Nights It started as a joke. Darlene knew I was having the blues, the winter blues. She suggested that she should come over for dinner, to help cheer me up. I laughed and thanked her for the thought. I told her it would be nice to have some one over, since my roommates were all away this weekend. Darlene Mayer was a friend of my sister. I had known her since I was 13, when she came home for dinner one night. I had a crush on her for a while, but quickly grew out of it when she had made it clear that I was not the type she would date. After she graduated high school, she went to work at a local market, where I saw her often. In high school, she was chubby, a little overweight. I think what appealed to me back then was her eyes. Dark, heavy, and mysterious, they drew me into her. They were still dark and mysterious, but I wasn't drawn so much to them. Her face was loving, sensual, round, with full lips that begged to be kissed. Her hair was long, black and went to her mid-back. They all turned me one, but something else was better. It was her body. Short, she stood about 5' 2", but had a wonderful voluptuousness to it. Plump, amble hips and round, large breasts got my juices flowing whenever she was around. "They are?" Liz asked as she sat next to me. "Yes," I began and told her and Darlene where each had gone. "And they left you all alone?" Liz cooed. She batted her eyes and moved closer. I knew what she was up to. I smiled and nodded. She hugged me tight, tighter than ever before. And she held on to it for a while. Elizabeth Hale, Liz to everyone, was an 18-year-old girl I met the first day at school. Actually, I met her at Freshman Orientation. She was sitting with a family friend, and I had sat next to the both of them. I was introduced to Liz, and from then on, I was the object of a crush. When not in class, she would show up at the Student Union and sit near or next to me. Whenever I had a soccer game, she would be in the stands. And before the first semester break, she found out where I worked, and would have dinner twice a week. It was suggested that I have a talk with her, and I did, right after the first of the year. We had a long talk, and I explained that, though I was flattered by the attention, I could not date her. She was not my type. Yes, physically she was. She was 5'4", a large gal with large hips and belly; her breasts were small. But she was not emotionally what I liked in a girl. As a friend, yes. And from that talk on, her and I were friends. "Can I get a piece of that?" Darlene asked. I smiled evilly; she kissed my cheek and playfully hugged us both. Liz giggled, squeezed me once more before letting go. Well, I'm off," she announced as she stood. She smiled and touched my knee softly. "If you'd like, I could stop by, too." "I was joking," Darlene said, her voice hinting at laughter. Liz frowned then leaned forward. "Then, it's just you and me." She punctuated her comment, her whisper, with a warm, long kiss on the lips before smiling broadly. She looked around, blushed, and turned. As she walked briskly to the student lounge doors, Darlene called out. "Wait up for me. I think we need to talk." "What was that I saw?" a female voice asked from behind. "Looks like I'm Mr. Popular," I sarcastically answered, turning to the source of the question. It was Becca, another big and lovely friend. Rebecca West was a 19-year-old that had a body that made men cry from instant hard-ons. She had long legs, stood 5'10" tall. Her blue eyes made everyone fall instantly in love, and her brown hair framed her face perfectly. But that was not her best body feature. She had curves. In the early 1980s, trends were beginning to change, change to the waif look. But Becca made us forget about that. She had curves, and she loved to flaunt them. She always wore jeans one size, and a sweater two sizes too small. Her breasts were large, naturally large. And she loved them. "I could have told you that," she said as she took the seat Liz just vacated. "You're one of the few men here that we girls can trust." She winked as the final words left her mouth. "But I suspect there is more to you than what everyone else sees," she added as Darlene returned. "It's set," she said as she sat. "Liz and I will be at your place after work tomorrow." I was shocked, surprised. "After whose work?" I asked as the shock wore off. "Yours, silly," she answered. Darlene tapped my leg and squeezed it as she looked into my eyes. "What will you feed us?" "Probably something from the restaurant," I answered, though my voice cracked. "She made you nervous?" Becca questioned. I couldn't voice my reply. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, my ability to speak was lost. "I think we did," Darlene laughed. "Oh my God, stud muffin Roger is nervous." "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself," Becca quipped. "Wow, all these months of you flirting with us, and a simple meal made you scared. Wow. "You want to join us and see how he acts with us?" Darlene asked, looking past me and to our friend. "Oh God, hell yes!" "Let me write down where he lives, so you can meet us all there, around 7," Darlene said as she reached into my book bag and pulled out some paper and a pen. * * * * * Most Saturdays I worked from 10 in the morning until 6 in the afternoon, and this one was no different. I worked hard in the hot kitchen of a popular Italian restaurant, one that served to the needs of an affluent cliental, yet was inexpensive enough the local 4-year college kids ordered pizza from us. The owners liked me well and treated me fairly. In so much they liked me, they allowed me to take home, free of charge, some day-old fried chicken cutlets - ones used for the chicken Parmesan dinners and subs - two large tossed salads, two large cheese pizzas, and a chocolate cake. It was fortunate that my apartment was a few blocks away or the walk would have been terribly difficult. I arrived home and placed the food on the kitchen table. Quickly, I stripped and headed for the shower. I needed one, because I was covered in flour, oil, and sauce, my usual Saturday grime. I ran the hot water a bit and let the steam coat me before I stepped in. The water felt great. I was tired, not so much from a long and difficult day, but from the stress and nervousness of entertaining. Though my roommates and I had held several parties, this was my first solo. As I applied the soap, for the second time, to my body, the front door bell. "Hold on," I screamed as I hurriedly dried and dressed simultaneously. The bell rang for a fourth time as I reached the door. "About time you answered," Becca said as she stepped inside. "I've been waiting for forever out there," she added as a cold wind blew into the foyer. "Well, I was in the shower," I said as I followed her up the stairs. "Well, damn, I missed the fun," she added as she walked into the apartment. I was about to quip back something when the bell rang again. "We see you," Darlene said as I stood on the penultimate step. I quickly opened the door before anymore cold air hit my still wet body. "Just out of the shower?" Liz asked as she ran an ungloved hand across my chin. I nodded as we walked quickly up the stairs. "God, wish I was earlier," she added when she hit the top. "I said the same thing," Becca said as she greeted the others will hugs. I took their coats and placed them in a roommate's room. She wasn't going to be home, a good enough place. "Oh, I brought some wine," Darlene said. "But I left it in the car." She excused herself and walked back to her car. "I have some food in the kitchen," I said, being a good host. "Help yourself. I need to finish dressing." I ducked into my room and closed the door. As I removed my throw-ons, I heard the girls talk. They began to talk about the food; how good it looked and smelled. Darlene called in to my room, asking where we had plates and flatware. I was going to tell her, but it was better I showed her. The plates were placed, unfortunately, in a cabinet that had a tendency to fall when the doors were opened. "Give me a minute, and I'll get them," I said as I threw on a pair of shorts, green polyester track shorts. I was showered with several whistles as I walked out. I blushed as well. "Here," I said as I reached for the cabinet. I opened the door, quickly put my freehand up, and held them in place, so they wouldn't fall and break. I pulled them out, slowly, and put them on the table. I turned and opened the flatware drawer. "Excuse me, ladies, let me finish." "Shake that ass, baby," Becca chided as I walked past. I shook my head and blushed again. * * * * * Dinner went better than I expected. The girls were impressed by what I had brought home, well, mainly that I brought salad. The dessert was consumed and so was the wine. Since I was the only person that had not consumed the drink, I was elected to go to the store and get some more. I took some from the others and walked to get my coat. "Get something like what we just had," Liz said, her voice somewhat slurred. "I really liked it." "Like we couldn't tell," Becca joked. Liz looked hurt by the comment, but was hugged quickly. "It's okay, we all liked it," Becca said, comforting our friend. She kissed the top of her head. I left. The walk wasn't far, three blocks, and the wind had died down. It was close to the store's closing time: the clerk was sweeping up some. I quickly went to the wine selection and pulled out two bottles of what the girls brought. He smiled, never asked me for my identification - being in the neighborhood has some advantages. He placed the bottles into a paper bag, and thanked me for my patronage. It was back into the winter's scene and back to the girls. It was a quick trip, less than 10 minutes. When I returned, I heard the shuffling of cards. I walked up the stairs and into the apartment. "Hi, hon," Darlene said as I put the wine down. I had to take a double take. She was in just her bra and panties. I looked at the other two. Becca was dressed wonderfully, but now was sitting in her bra and jeans. Liz was the most dressed. It looked like she had just removed her socks. I giggled when I realized what they were doing. "Liz wanted to learn the game," Darlene said as she put her blouse on. Becca was doing the same, and I must have shown some disappointment. "Aw, hon, we'll play some with you," Darlene said as she finished dressing. Becca opened a bottle and topped off the glasses. "Come sit next to me," Liz said, her excitement palpable. I went to the kitchen first and grabbed a couple of cans of Dr Pepper. I sat and exhaled. My smile was broad, and I was excited. This was going to be good. "Do you mind if we move this to the living room?" Becca asked before sitting. "My ass doesn't like these chair," she giggled. "Mine is hurting, too," Darlene added as she stood and walked out of the dinning room, her full wine glass in her hand. "Okay, I guess we move," I said, grabbing my cans. Becca and Darlene sat next to the stands my roommates insisted I place near the couch and chair. Liz found a spot between the two and in front of the television, placing her wine glass with Darlene. I took a spot in front of Liz, a great place to see all three of the lovely women. * * * * * Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the company. Perhaps it was just the excitement of the game. For whatever reason, the night became fun rather quickly. Darlene had not consumed much wine, but there was something that was making her lose most of the early hands - she was in just a bra and panties in less than eight hands. As I sat with just my socks removed, I dealt the next hand; seven card stud. My hole cards were great, a pair of Queens. I dealt out the first round of up cards. In order to Darlene, Liz, Becca, and myself were deuce, three, Jack, and another Queen. I was in great shape, there was no way I was going to remove any clothing this hand. Another round, and more terrible cards were dealt: four, ten, eight, and an ace for me. Darlene was squirming a little, acting uncomfortable. She finished her glass of wine and poured herself another. Before I dealt the third round of face-ups, she finished that glass. "Looks like someone's going to be showing tit," Becca giggled as the last of the exposed cards were dealt. Darlene had nothing, she was going to remove her bra. She quickly finished another glass and poured herself more wine as I finished dealing the hand's cards, face down. I had all four ladies. "Let's see who has what," I said nervously. I was excited yet nervous. For as long as I had a crush on Darlene, I had wanted to see her at least topless. And now, I was about to. Coyly she put her cards down; no pair, only a King high. "I can beat that," Liz said as she laid a pair of sixes. "I'm not that good," Becca said, showing that she had a pair of fours. "I win," I chuckled as I showed my hand. "Wow," was all Darlene could whisper as she knew she would be exposing her large breasts to us. She said not a word, took a shot of wine for courage and put her hands behind her back. "Oh hell," she said as the black undergarment became lax. Without hesitation, she removed it. I gasped as she through out her arms and smiled. "Ta da," she added before grabbing her DD-cups and held them up for us to marvel over. "Wow, those are big," Liz whispered, her voice telling me, at least, that she was excited at seeing them. "Let's get back to the game," Darlene said after a long moment of us gawking. "I don't want to be alone in my nudity." And it wasn't long before she wasn't alone. Darlene's luck changed, as she did not lose another hand until the rest of us were in our underwear. "Oh shit," Liz said as she lost her hand, meaning she'd have to take off her bra. She blushed for a moment before downing the last of the wine. She looked around, seeing if the other two girls would give her some support. Darlene smiled back, her nipples now rock hard. Becca licked her lips as her nipples pressed hard against the animal print of her lacy undergarment. Liz turned slowly, faced the television and pulled down the straps. She pulled down the bra and turned it, the hooks facing the front. She removed it and tossed it over her shoulder, it landing near my feet. She wrapped an arm around her chest before spinning around. "You tease," Becca said. "I know," Liz answered, laughing. "Now deal," she added, looking at Becca. "Okay, okay. I'll deal." And she did, dealing herself a losing hand. She was not as shy as Liz. She stood and quickly removed her bra, letting her breasts fall. "Great nipples," Darlene said as I took the cards and shuffled. I smirked as I dealt. "I swear you cheat when you deal," Darlene said. "I can never get any cards." I chuckled, seeing that her four face-up cards were nothing. "Here goes nothing," she said when she lost the hand. Sitting, she squirmed out of her panties and flipped them at me. The girls laughed, and I smiled. "I'm out," she added as she stood, showing us her entire body. My jaw dropped as I saw it, a shaven pussy. I tired not to, but I stared. "You should take a picture," Darlene said, catching me gawking. She teased me some by sitting on the couch and spreading her legs slightly. Becca chuckled. The rest of us lost in quick succession. Becca was first. She dropped her panties, showing us her trimmed pussy. I was next. Is stood and dropped my shorts. I was glad that I was not totally erect, but my half-risen cock did cause Liz to stare. I gave her a show, wiggling my hips. "Now what do we do?" Liz said, her shyness gone. She stood and removed her floral prints. For a moment, no one spoke. Becca looked at Darlene and an evil smile came to both. "How about a game of 'Truth or Dare'?" "Cool," Liz answered quickly. Before I could speak, Darlene headed towards the kitchen and towards my bedroom. The others followed. "I think this is perfect," she said as she sat on my bed. Thank God I had cleaned my room that afternoon. "How do we start this?" Liz asked as she sat on the bed. There was an awkward quiet moment before Becca smiled. "I think we should just jump right in. Roger should be the first to ask, since he fed us." Darlene agreed and patted a spot on the bed next to her. "Okay, let me think," I whispered. "Okay," I started, my mouth dry with nervous anticipation. "Darlene, truth or dare?" "Truth," she answered without hesitation. I breathed a sigh of relief, since I didn't have a dare in mind. "What in a man do you find most appealing?" I asked, using a question my roommates used when we last played the game. "Well, I find his eyes most appealing," she answered quickly. "I do love eyes." It was not the answer I was expecting, but I believed it. "Okay, now my turn to ask," she said, looking at Becca. "Truth or Dare, Rebecca." "Truth," she answered. There was a slight show of disappointment on Darlene's face, but she had a truth question. "When did you lose your virginity?" A blush came across Becca's face, and she swallowed hard, but she answered. "I was 13, and he was my brother's best friend," she said, her face turning red. "I don't want to admit, but I liked it, and liked it a lot." She giggled as she rolled her eyes. "God, he was so good," she added as she sat with us, nudging Liz over some. For an hour, the sexually charged questions were asked. Darlene asked me who I lost my virginity to, and was shocked. I asked Liz is she had ever swallowed, and we all were taken aback when she answered 'Hell Yes!'. It was Becca that first accepted a dare, from Darlene. "I dare you to get on your knees and lick my feet," she giggled. "Yes, mistress," Becca quipped as she lowered herself onto her knees. Nervously, we laughed, but my jaw dropped when she did as dared. Darlene's breathing became labored as Becca's tongue worked her way from her ankle down to the toes. She sucked in Darlene's big toe, and it seemed as if Dar had a mini-orgasm. Becca sat on the bed and looked devilishly at me. She smiled and began to speak before asking "Liz, truth or dare?" "Dare." Her answer without hesitation took me aback for a moment. Liz had always been a little shy, especially around me. But I guess the combination of wine and lust made her lose most of her inhibitions. This action also caught Becca off-guard. She waited a few minutes quietly, though Dar - still breathing very heavily - kept the room from being totally noiseless. She smiled brightly before coming up with a dare. "I dare you to suck Roger off until he cums." A smile came to Liz's face, a smile I've never seen before. She moved closer to me, put her hand on my chest and pushed me down onto the bed. "I've waited a long time to do this," she whispered as she took my hardness in her hand. She gently stroked me as she lowered her head. Her lips, hot and wet, kissed my engorged head. She looked at me one last time and smiled. She took half my cock into her mouth and sucked hard. "Oh God," Darlene moaned as she moved closer to us. She kissed my cheek, her hand rubbing my chest. "Is she good?" she asked as Liz began to bob her mouth on my cock. I leaned back and moaned. "She must be good," Becca speculated as she joined us on the bed. I looked up for a moment, though I was thoroughly enjoying Liz's work. I saw Darlene lean into Becca and take the larger woman's nipple into her mouth. "Oh my," I moaned, more for Liz's work than what I had witnessed. "Enjoying baby?" Liz asked as she released me from her hot lips. She continued to stroke me as she looked at the other two. "You are so hot," she said before returning to me hot hardness. I leaned back again, ignoring as Becca and Darlene began to kiss. I was more interested in Liz's actions. She was good, damn good. I could feel my balls ready themselves to explode as she forced my cock down her throat. She released my cock again, stroking it as she looked into my eyes. College Daze and Nights "Fuck me," she whispered as she pushed me again, putting me fully on the bed. "Liz's going to fuck him," Becca said. I looked at the two: both had their hands on each other's breasts. "Damn straight," Liz said as she lowered herself onto me. Slowly she slide down my cock, her wetness making it easy. She rose up slowly before lowering herself again. She began to move her hips, grinding herself into me. "Oh fucking God," she loudly moaned. Becca and Darlene broke their embrace. Darlene came to my head, kissed my cheek, and moved her hips over my head. "Suck me, honey," she whispered, her pussy lowering to my mouth. I put my tongue deep inside; her wet box so hot. I felt someone take my hand, I assumed it was Becca. "Put in a finger," Becca said as my hand slid up her thigh. I put in a finger, my tongue still working on Darlene. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Liz screamed as I felt her hips grind faster and harder. "Oh so am I," Darlene screamed. I felt Becca work my fingers in her pussy, her hips causing her clit to bounce off my palm. "Shit, yes," Liz screamed as she fell back, my cock springing out of her. "Baby, you're fucking great," Darlene said as she fell forward, her pussy flooding my face. "Yes, yes, yes," Becca said. She worked my hand faster before leaning over onto my body and taking my cum covered cock. She stroked the length as she sucked hard on my head. I felt myself explode into her mouth. I don't know how long we four slept, but I remember waking up and going to the bathroom. I looked at a clock on my way back: it read 4 AM. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a Dr Pepper. As I opened the bottle, a naked Darlene came out of the room. She smiled and walked to the bathroom. I worked on the cold drink. "I would have never thought you were this good," Darlene said as she returned from the bathroom. She kissed my cheek and took the bottle from my hand. She took a sip before returning it back to me. "And I hope we can do this again," she added before returning to the bedroom. I smile, thinking what these women had in store for me.