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What I Learned in College Ch. 01

By: JazzBoneDawg



This all started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences. What it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. 

Chapter 01 - Lenore

Some people are just slow to catch on. Oblivious...clueless. I had spent my high school years figuring out that despite what any so called "adults" might have been able to dredge up from their delusional minds, my "High School Years" were most definitively not the "best time of my life".

High School for me had been an attempt to earn good grades, get serious about playing music as in band, orchestra, jazz band because I had discovered at age 16 being paid for playing music in churches, musical theater shows, weddings, dinner music gigs, etc. Listening to my parents bitch about work had given me a "Fuck Day Jobs" mentality, so high school was study and practice for me.

If you don't know, "Band Geeks" don't exactly get all the girls and being at least "half-ass smart" and in Band...forget it...and I was in band and orchestra with the biggest bunch of stuck up cunts one could imagine. The "hot" band girls dated other guys leftover by the cheerleaders and drill team girls, you know...the 2nd string 'Jocks". The "cute and sweet ones" had some other boy friend, French Club or some such shit...could it be that I was exuding a little bitterness...nah.

Disillusionment is a bitch. I got a car from my Grandmother the summer before my Senior Year. It was a blue '78 Chevy Monte Carlo that had sat on the lot way past a year waiting on me to choose it and make as good a "deal" as possible. My impression was that if that car wouldn't get me laid, I was hopeless. I should have never said that out loud. What I did get was carting buddies, male and female, to lunch and other such places. 

I did date some and had one "serious" girlfriend that mostly teased the hell out of me for about half of that year. I'd tell that story, but since I didn't get as much as a good hand job out of that good "Christian" girl who was perfectly fine with me getting her off, but I'll save it for a multi-chapter series called "Slutty Little Teases ". And don't ask if I got any Prom Night Sex.

I was so glad to get out of town in my life and go to college. I went from high school band nerd to fairly cool college freshmen in about 3 weeks after going to college. That how long it took for me figure out what the fuck was going on. Having turned 18 early in my Senior Year, I was 19, 6-4, 220 lbs. and sporting a full beard that was grown to piss my Mom off that summer. 

I was in the best shape ever from working a summer job with a brick and stone Mason. His red headed stepdaughter was one of the girls I would have gone down on gladly. The moral of that story is this; if you date a girl and her Mom likes you a lot...try and Fuck the Mom...'cause daughter likes the boys the Mom hates. Some truths are hard...like my cock after a date with the red headed girl!

Back to college...little did I know that after being fairly tame before, I was ready to discover booze, grass and casual sex. Sand Bar Parties on the river happened after the Saturday Football games. I quickly sorted out the groups. 

The "Hangers" liked the scene but were not into all the "goodies"...churchy, "goody-2-shoes" that had to go, so they could have something to talk about. The "Partiers" drank, beer, Bourbon, PGA Punch, whatever...the "Dopers" smoked Pot. Funny thing was that it seemed that the really straight arrows knew when to leave before things "evolved".

At the second Sand Bar Party of the fall I had given a ride to a girl "buddy" I knew from back to 4th grade and a couple that we both knew from High school band. Lenore was a "hot girl" by anyone's description, being 5-8, with curly black hair cut short and skin in a color between caramel and milk chocolate. Her build was athletic with long legs, a tight bum and what I remember as 36 C-ish tits. Several years her in band during "sweaty" out door rehearsals, I also knew she had silver dollar size "puffy" nipples with hard little nubs. 

Why was she with me? I was long established as safe and she had a boyfriend at another College, Moorehouse to be exact! To say she was the hottest Black girl at our High School would not have been fair...she was damn near the only black girl in that High School. 

Lenore and I had a couple of rum and cokes while hanging by one of the fires. The couple that came with us had blended into the crowd, but we had at least six other couples or groups adjacent to us. Besides the usual drinking, others were grilling hot dogs and burgers and a few of the guys were fishing as well.

We were enjoying being outside, a little buzzed and a watching the "scene". Being there with Lenore had been enough to hold my attention, even though I had listened to her complain about her long distance boy-friend whose parents had said in front of her that there son was "to good" for state college...blah, blah, blah...I zoned a bit until Lenore said, " I think we stayed too long". "Hunh" was my response..."Check out Stacy and Tom." 

Lenore and I sat there, literally "bumps" on a washed up log, around the campfire, Stacy and Tom across from us laying on a blanket kissing and groping. His hand was outside of her denim shirt, rubbing one of her audacious tits. 

We were very still, as if afraid to disturb the other couples. Lenore scooted closer, saying,"It's cold." I pointed to Tom and Stacy saying, "So I see." 

Looking over their way, we could see her hard nipple atop one pale breast when Tom's palm wasn't cupping as much of her tit as possible. 

A whisper of "Oh, shit..."was all she could manage. It was the first curse word I had heard from Lenore's mouth. What I suddenly realized was that she was tight up against my left side, slightly turned into me, right arm around my back. 

This placed her plump boobies around my left upper arm..."Oh. Shit..." was my echo at the realization that purposefully on her part or not, I was as close a I had ever been to her "twins". I turned away from gazing at Stacy's tit toward Lenore who had her chin on my shoulder. 

Just when I was about to try to kiss her, she nudged me saying softly; "Look"... to our right was another couple Scott and Laura. While still clothed, they were kissing, fondling and making a bit of noise. We were close enough to hear him groan as her hand rubbed a large, long bulge in his jeans. We both scanned the area around the fire and took in the tableau of lovers. 

My arm was still wedged firmly between her breasts. At that moment, I was not sure that I had ever been as comfortable with a girl I was actually dating. Just when I had second-guessed myself out of trying for a kiss, she leaned up as I turned my head towards her face, planting a kiss square on my lips. She was a bit surprised when I quickly stood up and straddled the log to get here a little closer to me. We kissed again. I felt the tip of her tongue graze my bottom lip and opened my mouth to give her a more passionate kiss. So much for being cold!

A lot more kissing gave way to her to standing up so she could sit on my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. Being a "gentleman" and an idiot, the next thing after she was well seated and about to give me a chance to be face first in her cleavage, I heard myself ask her, " Are you sure about this?" 

She put her hands around my neck and answered. "I don't do what I don't want to...besides, we're just kissing...right? You are hard though.", she said teasingly.

And with that she pressed her jeans covered groin against mine just a little more firmly with a slight grind. "Damn Lenore..." was all I could say. I can't say she had ever been in my thoughts in this way. I just could not have imagined it. 

I was holding her on my lap with my hands just above her waist rubbing her and reaching back to massage just above her ass cheeks. I was sure I was moments from a slapped face...this couldn't go right...not for me?

" Rub my ass...I like the way your hands feel." Lenore whispered into my ear before she began to suck on my earlobe. Maybe this was going to get better? 

It took a few more wet kisses and some rubbing of her tight ass for me to get brave enough to risk more. Lenore's untucked "Cards" jersey made it easy for me to slide my hands up to smooth, firm back just above her jeans. It still gives me a "tingle" if I see a busty woman in a baseball jersey.

'That feels good...rub me more.", was her reaction. I rubbed my way up her back as she nuzzled my neck. She raised her head up, looked me in the eye and said " Just a second." She reached under her jersey and guided my left hand up under her shirt to cup her bra-less, naked, hard nipped tit.

" Oh, fuck" was all I could say, which gave her the giggles. So here I am out by the river, a hot chick gently grinding on my hard cock and putting a very sweet titty right in the palm of my hand. As much as would fit anyway. 

"Let's go", said Lenore as she led a very stunned young man down the "beach" towards the car.

"What...where...?" "What about Tom and Stacy?" 

"They'll make a plan. Drive us down the road to the park."

Just down the road was a park and picnic area about a quarter mile form the "beach" area of the river. Now I was really excited, making the short drive seem like a hundred miles.

"Good...no one's here." Lenore jumped out the passenger door and sprinted to the far side of the picnic area and on towards the playground heading right for what looked like a fort. 

The first landing of the collection of ladders and slides was up several stairs and about three feet of the ground. She backed up hopping up to sit down at the edge of the landing. She didn't really need to beckon to her, but I appreciated her enthusiasm. 

After a couple of kisses, she nudged me back a little. Taking off her jacket she proceeded to skin off her shirt and her unclasped bra giving me the first full view of her torso. "I need something on" was all she said as the jacket went back on. 

For the second time she beckoned me nearer so I could kiss her lips, kiss her full breasts and lick and suck her nipples. I reached down to scoot her a little closer to the edge of the landing and step in between her legs, spreading them further apart. I rubbed her left thigh as we continued to kiss. Working my way up her thigh, I could feel warmth from between her open legs. 

Something made me say, "I'm going to rub it." She feigned surprise and ask, "Are you sure?" My answer was to firmly cup her hot pussy through her jeans, pressing my palm against her. Rotating the palm of my hand started a moan from her. A breast in one hand, a nipple in my mouth and my hand squeezing and rubbing her crotch generated more heat. 

"Unzip your jeans." Came out more an order than a request, no doubt a result of previous "gentlemanly" patience on my part. The fact that I had known Lenore since grade school gave me some leeway, I suppose.

She looked up into my eyes, bare breasted in the cool fall night, and let me hear the sound of her zipper coming down. "I won't take my jeans off." 

Ignoring her admonition, I reached down to get middle finger in between her hot, moist pussy lips thru her silky panties. This would do for a bit. 

She was biting her bottom lip and not looking into my eyes. My hand left her panties for just a moment before I went "in" to caress her sopping wet cunt lips. Not quite allowing a finger to enter her moistness, I used the back of my thumb to give teasing her clit a try. 

For the second time she uttered "Oh, shit..." followed by "oh, fuck". I pulled my hand away and quickly stood her up. Slipping her jeans and panties down to mid thigh, I cupped her now parting pussy lips. We kissed as I wiggled my fingers in between her moist cunt lips and drug my finger up to the juncture of her slit. 

My fingers went back down, the middle finger slipping in and as my thumb brushed her little hard nub; she came with several shudders, stood up on her tiptoes and went from kissing me to biting my shoulder.

As she came from my teasing of her cunt, I heard her say, "Goddam Malcolm. You got me good." 

"Lenore, you have a dirty mouth", I commented on her cursing, as if I gave a shit about her doing so. I was hoping to find out the full truth of that jibe.

She sat back down without pulling up her jeans, pulled me forward and grabbed my belt. In a moment, my jeans were unzipped and down to mid-thigh. She put a hand around the base of my cock, halfway cupping my balls from the front and surprised me back taking more than half my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue on the underside of my cock. 

"I'm not gonna let you get away with that..." she said as she stroked me with her hand and then her mouth, before speaking again,"...making me cum that hard..."

She kept doing me that way, teasing and "dirty talking". Taking me in her mouth almost fully, now and then pursing her full lips around my hardness as she drew her head slowly back to say things I never imagined I hear from her.

"You're just like all white boys,...they all want a black women to suck them off..."

Almost every time she stopped sucking, she'd make a slurping sound as my cock withdrew from her mouth. 

"What you want is to fuck me...dirty white boy... you fucker..."

My eyes were clenched shut, but I had to watch her take me back in her mouth, her nose touching my pubes. "Oh, shit..." was all I could say.

It was only a few moments and a few more trips into her hot, wet mouth before I tried to be good, but all I could say was "Hon, I'm..." as I shot a first stream of cum into her mouth. 

Not even flinching, she took me out of her mouth, taking a second shot across her cheek and pulled me a little closer as she pointed my cock downward, licking the top of my rod and working her thumb across the underside just at the head. About another spurt and a half went into her cleavage. 

I was holding on to her shoulders, eyes clenched and saying, "oh, fuck...oh, fuck..." and trying to breath.

She pushed me back saying, " I swallowed the first part." All I could do was take out a handkerchief and try to wipe my other shot off her face. What happened next surprised me even more. "Don't" was all she said. She wiped off her cheek, rubbing my cum on her tits. I was speechless.

I leaned down to kiss her again. " But you came in my mouth..."

"I want to..." was all I could say as we kissed. Standing up, she started to pull up her panties and jeans. 

"Let me lick your pussy", I offered.

"I couldn't take it now. Let's go back and find Tom and Stacy." I helped her with her jacket as she put on her jersey, but folded up her bra and put it in the inside pocket of her jacket.

We walked back to the car, holding very close. And then I got the bad news...

"Mal, we can't do this again." 

You can fill in the list of reasons: boyfriend, inter-racial dating in the south in the early 80's, etc. I wanted to fuck her so bad...

Back at the party, found Tom and Stacy and got a few stares from friends and acquaintances. We both were interrogated repeatedly for many sides. Very little "negative vibes" came our way. I did verbally threaten one little country-ass shit-bird who had the sense to back down from my offer to "explain" things to him off campus and with "witnesses". 

I never was "pushy" with Lenore, of course. But I did try to get her to see things my way on more than one occasion. Thirty years down the road, I still think we missed out on some good times.

What I Learned in College Ch. 01.1



This all started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences. What it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

Ch. 1.1- Lenore and the Revenge Fuck

I was so glad to go to college! I went from high school band nerd to fairly cool college freshmen in about 3 weeks after going to college. That how long it took for me figure out what the fuck was going on. Having turned 18 early in my Senior Year, I was 19, 6-4, 220 lbs. and sporting a full beard that was grown to piss my Mom off that summer.

At the second Sand Bar Party of the fall I had given a ride to a girl buddy I knew from high school and couple that we both knew. My buddy Lenore was a hot girl by anyone's description, being 5-8, with curly black hair cut short, athletically built with long legs, a tight bum and what I remember as 36 C-ish tits. Do to our many years together in band during sweaty"out door rehearsals, I also knew she had silver dollar size puffy nipples with hard little nubs.

Why was she with me? I was long established as safe and she had a boyfriend at another school, Morehouse College to be exact! To say she was the hottest Black girl at our High School would not have been fair...she was damn near the only black girl in that High School.

This all would have been fine if we hadn't both gotten turned on by the "fireside cuddling" of the other actual couples we saw late in the party. It wasn't exactly a like porn show but we were both surprised that we were able to see as much as we did that night. And I was surprised to have Lenore on my lap kissing and fondling with me.

We didn't fuck, but we did enough that we both got off and enough that Lenore knew where this would go if we hooked up again. I got to hear a phrase that I would hear again from different potential lovers:

"Mal, ...we can't do this again."

You can fill in the list of reasons: boyfriend, inter-racial dating in the south in the early 80's, not ruining a friendship, etc. To hell with all that, I wanted to fuck her so bad. And little did Lenore know that seeing her with me sparked interest in me form a young woman whom I would come to think off as the best lover I have ever had. But that's another story...

I saw Lenore almost every day after our "session" and we kept out shit together and remained friends even though she figured out that I was changing from "safe" to a way more experienced young man that she had previously known.

Lenore and I took meals together from time to time. I gave her rides to shop and generally maintained my buddy status. She even rode home for the weekend with me a few times when her Dad, "The Colonel" was tied up. Having to thank me chapped his ass greatly.

I think it was the turning down of the offer gas money that really pissed him off.

It was a momentary fantasy of mine to have said, " That's okay...your daughter gives great head." just so I could see his reaction! It was best kept a Fantasy.

Nothing else unusual happened between Lenore and me for most of that fall. She was quite aware that I had a thing going with Rhonda. In fact, Lenore had teased me frequently about Rhonda.

"I see you had to get a girl you could handle. What's a matter, "chocolate" was to much for you?" she asked with a teasing grin.

Even though we had been friends since about 4th grade, she got no quarter from me:

"I didn't get a taste of "chocolate". All you did was get a taste of some "cream" from me."

She gave me the "stink eye" saying, "Really! You talk that shit to me. Fuck you, Mal!"

"You're such a tease. You had a chance to fuck me and blew it."

It was all bullshit and bustin' on each other. WE knew where we were with each other, which was pretending that we didn't get each other of after a party, or so I thought until the weekend before Thanksgiving.

Campus was fairly shut down already. I didn't want to spend extra time at home, but that was my story, that and a theory teacher with a mean steak. This Prof. had announced a test on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving to an audible group groan. What a bitch. Weather and travel time meant that many students would have disappeared for the whole week.

Lenore caught me after Friday's band rehearsal and ask my plans for the weekend.

I told her I was at school until after the music theory test the next Tuesday. She had tests the next Monday and Tuesday as well. When I ask if she had a lot of Studying to do her unusually terse (for her anyway) answer was, "Oh, Hell No...at this school?"

I laughed hard, as I felt exactly the same way.

Then I got the question from Lenore. "Is Rhonda Big Titties gonna be keeping you busy this weekend?"

I answered, "Put ya claws in... bitch kitty."

"I know she worries about me after what she saw us doing." This was Lenore's way of giving me more bullshit.

"She doesn't worry on you at all, Miss Thing." I teased back.

I saw Lenore's face change from confident to a flash of a little pained as she answered," I guess I'll have to tell her your in play..."

"Good luck with that..." I said as I started to walk off...

"Malcolm...wait." she said, "I'll stop...I was being a bitch...sorry..."

Dismissing any idea of offense, I offered, "You can bust my balls anytime, hon...you know that...you have too much shit on me for me to act uppity with you..."

Sometime being sincere and open is harder on others that keeping things light.

I got to see Lenore have another stray thought of whatever was troubling her. It should have been a clue, but I'm dense that way.

Again she recovered by offering, "Diner and a movie on me... you drive...?"

"Now...?" I asked.

"Pick me up at my dorm in an hour.", having played me and reeled me in, she left.

I was stunned, but not as stunned as I would be later.

About an hour later, I called up to her room from the main lobby and within just a few minutes Lenore appeared in tan slacks, medium heeled "fuck me" pumps which made her at least 5"-11' and an low cut wrap-around multi-colored blouse that show quite a bit of her full "C" cup 36 inch bust.

We were quite a pair with me in cowboy boots, jeans and a golf shirt and her all dolled up...I felt very under-dressed to her. Which made me comment, "Damn, you look great Lenore. You should have told me."

She interrupted, "...not to dress like a red neck...no such luck with you."

What a crazy evening. After dressing up like that she insisted on going to a

Barbecue joint. It was a really good one though. I was I could say the entire evening was memorable, but it was the usual eating, laughing, etc.

I couldn't tell you what movie we saw. I basically spent the time wishing there was enough light to see down the gap in her blouse. Having seen her pair before did nothing to ease my longing.

Although we were towards the back of the theater due to the crowd, it never occurred to me that any "contact" was going to be on the agenda. Imagine my surprise when most of the way through the movie, Lenore leaned over to whisper in my ear. As she said," Don't freak." as she put her right hand on my thigh.

I followed order, but was "freaking" and thinking, "What the fuck..."

Despite the fact she had sucked my off just weeks before, I sat there and let her tease me to her hearts content. In a couple of minutes she had me rock hard and leaking pre-cum into my boxers. She was rubbing the underside of my cock with middle and third finger of her hand when not hand jobbing me through my pants.

I leaned over to get her to stop, but before I could say more than "Lenore..." my left hand was in her lap. The hand that pushed it there stayed above mine and began to guide me in rubbing her hot cunt through her pants. Fuck me...

A couple of minutes more of this mutual "orture, and she leaned my way again to ask, "Are you close?"

All I could do is shake my head "No", as I was way to nervous to cum in a situation like that. She smiled and stopped fondling me, but kept my hand locked at her crotch. I swear I could almost smell her.

Then the credits started, she got us up and out of theater to the car in record time.

I opened the door and as I helped her in, she flashed me most of her left breast and copped a feel of my mostly still erect cock.

"Jesus, Lenore...what the fuck?" I said as I got behind the wheel. She looked nervous now, after all she had put me through one would suppose she was wondering what my plans for her might be.

"Lenore, ...what the fuck is going on...? Please tell me...!"

Lenore blurted out, "Robert dumped me and I want a do-over with you."

"What are you talking about...you and Robert are almost engaged..." I answered as I tried to make sense of the scene.

Lenore blurted out the same thing again, "Robert dumped me and I want a do-over with you. Will you please fuck me...? You love me more than that asshole does...", she asked, holding my hand.

I ask you, what 19 year-old guy is going to turn down revenge sex with a hot girl?

Since we were at a light, I looked her right in the eye and said, "All you had to do was ask..."

"Good...", she said, "Will you take me to your room? I want to be slutty."

This is funny shit. Lenore is about the least likely chick I know to get slutty...but what the fuck did I know?

Then my brain wanted to get in the discussion...

Oh my fucking gawd...how is this not gonna come out fucked up? I'm gonna fuck Lenore, as long as she wants it...but how will this not end badly...?

AS to be expected, my cock won the debate cock didn't give a shit about later.

Not following her plan, I drove us to the only nice hotel in town. AS soon as told her I was going to get a room with a Jacuzzi tub, she stopped arguing.

I needed to settle one more thing though, so I asked her, "Lenore, do you want to high?"

She looked at me like a little uncertain and answered, "Only with you..."

Fucking first-timer...nice...in her state, I had to wonder what pot will do for her?

I got us checked in and from the car to the room somehow. I remember it as a nervous, horny blur with me sure that she was going come to her senses at any moment. I was already trying to figure out if I should tell Rhonda.

Within seconds of opening the door, we were on the bed with me on top of her, both of us still fully clothed. The blur continued to be in effect. We kissed searching, full mouth-to-mouth, tongue chasing kisses with roaming, caressing, groping hands beginning to undo buttons, zippers and clasps as we worked our way towards naked and ready to fuck.

By the time we got down to undies, I thought for a moment that she would ride me and that it would be a quick dirty fuck with us partially dress, cock hanging out of my boxers and her panties pulled to the side. Lenore took charge again, by jumping up off the bed and pulling my boots and jeans off while cursing me for wearing shit kickers. It still didn't take long for us to get naked.

When Lenore said, "I'm gonna fuck you now.", I corrected her and eased her back on the bed so I could kiss her pussy, telling, "I get what I wanted first..."

She rolled her eyes at me, but quickly squeezed them shut when I licked he from taint to clit gently and slowly. She was still slick and wet from the theater teasing.

I loved her spicy, sweet taste and dove in from more.

I'm not sure how long I worked her pussy over with my lips and tongue, but she got the full treatment; pussy lip licking and slurping, light stabs at her pussy with the tip of my tongue, clit kissing licking and sucking, thumb to her nub while I tongue fucked her hole, finger fucking while I slurped her clit, etc.

The winning combo was clit sucking as I flutter tongued her pussy all over, while the first joint of my middle finger rimmed and penetrated her tightly puckered asshole.

Moments after the tip of my finger fucked into her ass, she tried to shove my head into her cunt as she came ever so hard as she face-fucked me. She rocked herself on my face for a few seconds and then went limp. I put my cheek down on her mons and kissed her where her torso and thigh met.

The scene before me was an almost naked Lenore in post-orgasmic bliss, having just said, " Jesus, Mal...I had no idea anyone could eat pussy like that."

"I tried to tell you at that the party." I teased.

"I'm told now." she said. I watched her rub her clit and with the other hand, she reached inside the cup of her bra squeeze a breast and pinch her own nipple.

"Do you want some more?", I asked, blowing her pussy a kiss.

"I need a minute. That was intense...what you just did to me..." she sighed.

" We should get in the Jacuzzi. I checked it before we got busy." I said. As she got up from the bed, I offered her my hand to steady herself, as her legs were a bit wobbly from orgasm.

When she was upright and steady, she shed her blouse and bra, which had not been removed during our kissing and fondling. Lenore was self-conscious enough with me to do a funny little "here I am naked" pose for me...she was if anything quirky and funny.

I simple said, " Beautiful..." and pointed the way to the spa area of the suite. Getting to watch her firm ass as she padded her way barefooted and totally naked towards the Jacuzzi tub was a wonderful sight. It should always be this way.

We made it into the tub and both of us seemed to relax even further. Lenore was a feast for the eyes with her full breasts and gumdrop-size nipples peaking up out bubbling water.

After taking some time for both of us to relax, it was time to get even more relaxed.

"Lenore, let's get high." I suggested.

I got one of those, "What are you up to?" looks from Lenore. I let her have time to answer me and didn't push, but wondered how she could have any trust issues since I had just been face first in her pussy?

Like so many things unknowns, smoking her first joint wasn't that big a deal. A few hits and all she had to say was; "I'm very relaxed. Maybe too much..."

Lenore was snuggled next to at my left. While I took another hit or two, she began to rub my balls and fondle my cock, getting me from half to all the way hard again.

Then the spew of filthy commentary started. I had no idea Lenore was such a rude girl and could talk so dirty:

"There's that hard cock I like to suck. Should I suck you again or put you in my pussy? I want a big load like you shot in my mouth...will you give it to me?"

To make sure what I thought was about happen actually could, I eased my hand across her thigh and as I made contact with her neatly trimmed bush, my middle finger rubbed her outer lips and sunk in slightly with were little resistance.

This was just exactly what I wanted to find. Everybody needs to beat at the best before trying to fuck in water. Lenore was doing more than her share to be ready.

It was time. "Honey," I said to her, "...why don't you see what else you can do with me?"

Lenore smiled her shy smile, as she sat up and held herself over my hard cock. I let her get me where she wanted and do the deed at her pace. Holding her by the waist as she rubbed her pussy along my cock, teasing both of us. Well, fuck patience! It wasn't long before I adjusted the angle of my hips just as she was about to reach the knob end of my cock and it slipped into her wetness.

The look on Lenore's face was priceless! It was somewhere between a surprise and her "Oh!" face. She wiggled her hips a bit and I was all the way in and we were as close together as we could be with out being in a bed.

Lenore kept her eyes closed and began to make circular motions with her hips as she ever so slightly lifted up off my erection, giving us the bare minimum of "in and out" as she fucked me. I say she fucked me, because I left her do what she needed. If we were just going to do this once, I wanted her to remember me as a really good "fuck".

She began to alternate her hip swivelin' with humping my public bone with her clit. I could feel her hard, not so little nub press against me just above the base of my penis. I let her balance herself by holding on to my shoulders and began to palm and squeeze her more-than-a-handful tits. My fondling got her nipple hard and the size of ripe berry in no time at all. I began to capture each nipple at the crook of each thumb so that they would be pinched a little as contracted my hands around her breasts.

Rather than continue rotating her hips and barely stroking herself on my cock, Lenore began to rock her pelvis back and forth, occasionally stopping to grind her clit on my pubic bone. I continued to let her drive because she was obviously enjoying fucking me and it was working out fine for me. I wouldn't have felt too bad if she made me cum first, but I did very much want her to cum again and preferable with me.

I had let her do most of the work for long enough. Just as she was about to grind on me another time, I pull my cock out of her just enough to be able to stroke her twice, hard enough to make her groan. She also began to rock her hips more rapidly.

A little more of this and she began to babble in the way that we all do sometimes right before an orgasm, saying, "Oh, God....shit...fuck me..." etc. When she clenched her eyes shut and let her head roll back, I held her hip in place and hump her as hard as I could, considering we were in a tub. She slumped forward on about my fourth hard stroke, wrapped her arms around me and bit me on the shoulder!

Her teasing cunt orgasmed and spasmed around my cock, as with one final thrust, I came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Lenore sat up, kissed my neck and whispered, "I felt you cum in me.", into my ear.

"Well, I felt you cum too...thank you....", I said sincerely. This fucking old friends thing needed to be "researched" more. So far it had been everything I could have wanted and more.

Then Lenore said, "Thank me...Thank you! Have you had a "If I'd only known" thought yet...", I have. I got one for you: "If I had known you were such a great lover, I would have fucked you silly long before now...Jesus, Mal...I'm shaking..."

"Maybe you're cold, let's get out of the tub and into bed." Cheesy bastard that I am, I winked at her and she giggled at my bullshit and we disentangled got out of the tub and began to dry each other off.

Just as we were about to head to the bed, Lenore put a hand on my hip and said, "Wait...you need a little cleanup.", as she went got down on her knees and took my cock into her sweet warm mouth. After a few sucks and slurps she told, "You had our stuff on your cock and I wanted to see how we tasted."

"Well?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, "It's not honey, but I like sucking you..."

Reaching for her, I helped her up, kissed her and gave her ass cheeks a squeeze, saying, "Get yer ass t' bed. I have plans for you..."

Lenore and I took a little time to kiss and cuddle. I got the feeling she was going to make the most out of this. I was also trying not to think about how I was sure we wouldn't do this again. I knew Lenore cared for me, but when push came to shove, she was going to find a more "suitable" boyfriend. After all, what the hell...this was just a chance encounter courtesy of her cheating asshole prep school douche bag ex-boyfriend/fiancé, right...?

Somehow or another, we ended up laying on our sides with me behind Lenore, kissing her necks and ear with one hand underneath for holding a ripe breast and the other rubbing her hip and ass. She was pushing that ass up against me trying to make a "connection".

I had to tease her a bit, asking, "What you want Lenore?"

Not mincing her words at all, she told me what she wanted and clearly.

"I want your cock in my pussy again. I'm very wet for you. Please...."




What I Learned in College Ch. 01.1



She didn't wait for an answer. I felt her grab my hardness and aligned us just so.

With what we had done earlier, she was very slick and so warm and creamy inside that it felt like exactly where we I should be...anytime.

We took it easy on each other for quite a while. I thought we might even cum together that way. Lenore had other plans, however.

"Mal, fuck me harder..."

Obliging her request, I began to make shorter, hard thrusts into her wet pussy.

She was about to teach me what fuck me harder meant, as she began to meet my thrusts with a counterstroke of her own. I had never put it to a girl this hard, and Lenore was all about it.

I was very glad I had cum hard earlier. If we had started this way, I would have been done in no time. Before long, I found myself wanted to give her just a bit more...so I did...

Something made me get up on my knees and straddled her right leg and lifted her left leg while pushing it forward. This position let me hammer her pussy from behind and above at the same time.

She began to grab the sheet and hang on for dear life while chanting, "oh, yeah...fuck me...hit it...fuck my hot pussy..." and other filthy talk I had never imagined I'd hear from her.

Before long, she grabbed a tit with one hand and began to rub her clit with the other

to bring her orgasm along. She succeeded in the next minute and as she spasmed, drawing herself up in a ball, I slipped out of her pussy and when the knob end of my cock came in contact with her tightly puckered anus, I shot cum all over her asshole and bum cheeks.

She reached back and pushed my cock in between her ass cheeks as she gave me a few final strokes to finish me off. I slumped over her with and kissed her shoulder and neck as she continued to rub and squeeze the last of that orgasm out of my cock onto her ass and crack.

It didn't take me long to slide down behind her again. We stayed that way for a long time until she spoke.

"Mal, do you want to get back in the tub...and maybe smoke a little more?"

We never had a night like that again. I had Rhonda and Lenore needed to find another prospect that her family would accept. We would only be at college together through the next fall. Once I went to school out of state, we lost touch.

I guess it's best not to live in the past and wonder what could have been. But sometimes I do.

- To be continued? - 



What I Learned in College Ch. 02



This all started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences. What it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

Chapter 2.0 -- Rhonda

Within the first few weeks of my freshmen year of college, I had been at more parties, drank and toked-up more than I had ever thought about doing in High School. I had also played more gigs and had more private students than ever before. I was busy, but I had more than enough cash for my needs and for fun.

So far, my only college experience with girls was a one-time-thing with Lenore, a hot black girl I had known for years as a classmate back to elementary school and fellow band student from Jr. high on. The situation was both thrilling and frustrating. We had used each other at a party and it was what it was, a horny fling. 

The possibilities of a more than a "fling" situation developing between us were blocked by her out-of-state boyfriend and the dangers of inter-racial dating in the south during the 1980s. It's hard to believe that I'm saying that now, but that's the way things were back then.

Checking out the other band girls and the general scene had been mostly a fruitless endeavor. Due to my usual level of clueless-ness, I had been unaware of a few girls checking me out. About this time I first learned to appreciate mentoring. 

I had a good friend from my hometown who was one of the few real working musicians in the school and was a Resident Assistant. He saw my naïve self being cruised by one of the female seniors in the band. He told me she was a slut and that I should steer clear. It was doing me a solid. She had gone through about 4 to 5 freshmen by the time I got another tip. 

According to his girlfriend, a freshmen French horn player was hot for me, but shy. Part of the shyness had to do with having had the slutty senior talking to me frequently. I was too nice to tell "Miss Slutty" to piss-off, so she continued to hit on me about every day for the first few weeks of school. Every day was about how quickly she went from guy to guy.

I had noticed Rhonda the horn player too. She was a 5-9 fair-skinned blonde with curly hair that would be best described an "Anglo-fro". She tended toward just a bit plump and had two outstanding features- her as I would soon find out 40D tits. 

There is no way even the gayest guy in band hadn't noticed her puppies. She was usually dressed for rehearsals in a semi-modest manner with no bikini tops under a cut-off t-shirt or tank tops for her. It took more of a top to manage her assets, but her clothing choices didn't detract from her charms.

I should have caught on to her early in the year. I took my tank top off to pour some cool water over my head during a pre-school rehearsal and was razed by a couple a female friends and few of the guys. Just about the moment I told all of them to fuck off, Rhonda walked up, slightly flushed, hot and sweat-ish. Whipping off her t-shirt, she showed off a bright blue bikini top barely containing her bosoms. 

Leaning over in front of me, she doused herself with cold water. Her burdened bikini top held up to the continuing strain of a full load of tits, but let everyone see her hard nipples poking at the fabric. The consensus was that the show was for me.

"Nice" I thought, along with now stop looking at her tits flashing thru my heat-addled brain. As Rhonda stepped away from the cooler, Curt, my friend, Resident Assistant in my dorm and soon to be roommate asked me:

"Did you SEE her TITS?" Jesus Christmas, she wanted you too. She was looking after you to gauge your reaction" 

"Oh, don't fuck with me like that," was my usual answer to his goading and taunting of me. "She was just coolin' off." I continued.

" We will talk later, Son. You need to get yer head out of your ass in so many ways". 

Brilliantly, I answered, "Curt, ...Fuck off!" 

"Some people are beyond help, Mal." 

And we did talk several times about how and why I was so oblivious to signals, how many girls he thought would date me and/or blow my candle out. In the long run, he was saving me years of cluelessness and potentially some therapy bucks.

It was at the third or fourth Sand Bar Party that Rhonda ended up sitting by me fireside. She had been within a few feet of me all night and had certainly managed to get me wondering where she was at any given moment. I had developed both longing and paranoia where she was concerned and tried to gather enough courage to speak to her.

When I got about drink past keeping track of her, she came to sit down by me and touched my shoulder as she sat, using for support and getting my full attention at the same time. She was barefooted on this early autumn night with no shoes in sight and about the sexiest thing I had seen ever, never mind my booze consumption. My slight foot fetish is no doubt to be blamed on her.

She was dressed in jeans and a halter-top. The top had no choice but to display her amazing cleavage even though a light knit zipper front jacket covered her shoulders and arms. I was buzzed, horny and enraptured. 

Then she spoke, "You look like a man having a good time." All I could do was try to maintain eye contact and nod. Coming out of my trance, I managed to notice her cup was empty.

"How about a rum and coke, Rhonda?" 

Now she nodded as she handed me her cup for me to fill. Rum..., ice..., coke...and a lime wedge. I was glad that I didn't fuck that up.

"You're sweet. Thanks for sharing..."

Holy shit, I think I have a clue now. She just made a choice to ignore my head being so far up my ass and to make the first move her self. In all truth it was probably more like her 10th or 12th move and likely I had missed the others.

The evening went by with Rhonda edging closer to me with out making real contact, but being very present and keeping me talking. It took about half a drink more for me to get caught looking at her tits. 

I re-established her gaze in time to figure out she was leaning in towards me to give a sweet kiss with a tip of the tongue icing. I was immediately hoping that would not be all for the night.

From across the fire, Curt and his fiancé Linda were grinning like they had a secret as they stared across the dwindling fire, keeping an eye on the two of us and observing our kissing and very light fondling. I'd have taken a moment to wonder about what they were thinking, but I was way more interested in getting a better look at Rhonda's tits.

Rhonda changed my temperature again by asking, "Mal, did you drive here yourself?" 

She damn well knew the answer, as my blue Chevy was parked at the top of the stairs leading down to the river. 

"I did. Do you need a ride back to campus?" 

What a Snappy Line, hunh? 

She then told me, " My roommate and her boyfriend must have left early. They probably went back to our dorm room to fuck." 

What did she just say? I had almost never heard a girl say "fuck" before? Now I was getting really excited.

"We can go when you're ready." I said, always the gentleman, half hard or not.

She nodded as if to say, "let's go then". I emptied our cups, got my cooler with a few cokes, ice, limes and a little less than half a bottle of rum. We were good to go right quick like. 

I watched her ass all the way up the steps to the parking lot. I heard Curt give a short whistle and turned to my right to see he and his girlfriend Linda give me the thumbs up. 

With the cooler and open container safely in the trunk, we pulled out and headed down the access road past the rest of the park facilities. 

Something made me ask, "What do you say we go to your dorm, bust in the room and flash a couple of camera shots of your roommate fucking?" 

Holy shit, she actually laughed. Stopping her giggles to say, "Yer an asshole...I like that." Not the first time a girl had called me an asshole, but the context was much improved. 

So, were gonna talk like guys..."Well, what the fuck do you want to do, Miz Rhonda?" That earned me a quizzical look from her. Eyebrows still arched a bit she asked, "You get high...right?" 

"Jazz musician..." was my only answer. 

"Want to go to the park by the 64 bridge? The Cops don't bother checking it out, especially late Saturday night. They're waiting by the Beer Bars for easy D.U.I.s."

Talent, boobs and brains...I was in lust already. 

We got there in less than five minutes. This was, after all, a small southern college town. The park was empty and had decent lighting, except for the far picnic tables closer to the river. That's where we headed. Being in the city limits, no one partied there in groups and no one else happened to be there that night.

I parked the car and surprised Rhonda by leaning over the console with my head almost in her lap, so I could reach under the dash. She put a hand on my head, tousling my hair and said, "Leave your stash alone. I came prepared." 

As I sat up she produced a cough drop tin from the front pocket of here cargo pants. Opening it up, she showed me two pre-rolled doobies and a big, fat blunt. 

"It's local shit. I lef' the Okie Skunk Weed ta home." she said, mocking our shared dialect and giving me even more reason to enjoy her company.

As we walked down to the far picnic table, she asked, "How come Linda had to tell me you smoke. You're not the only one in band, ya know." 

Wishing I could sound less like an asshole, I answered, "I actually practice a lot...and teach some of the junior high and high school kids lessons...and play gigs...and other shit."

"That why you're second chair out of 52 trombones as a freshmen." She added, "Linda and Curt said you play really well and you not totally full of yourself..."

" I'm still an asshole though." 

That got a "Jeezus"...and an eye-roll from Rhonda.

We smoked her blunt and talked more. She broke the ice, by saying, 

"I saw you and Lenore kissing awhile back." 

Fairly high already, all I could do was arch an eyebrow and let her continue.

"You two were very kissy. It got me hot watching her on your lap." 

I had to ask, so I did. "How much did you see?" 

"Everything until you two left. Did you get Naked Boobs that night, or just Bra?"

"Rhonda! What the fuck...?" She leaned forward, kissed me. I met her tongue with mine. She broke the kiss saying, "Mmm,...can I sit on your lap?" 

Not waiting for me to answer, she sat on my lap nudging against my hard-on not so gently. Even I had things figured at that point, high or not.

"Well, Lenore has nice tits... and she said you have a nice cock."

"Dayum, Rhonda, what else did you hear from Lenore?" 

"That you're very sweet and NOT her boyfriend." 

"And everyone has been talking about you two making out at the Sand Bar."

A little disturbed, I asked, " You want to clue me in on the "KKKers" thoughts." She pulled back a bit...

A little tersely she said, "Not that I'd know?" 

"You seem to hear lots." I mentioned. "I can't see you being that way, or you wouldn't have got me all high and hard."

She laughed. "I told you it made me hot...I had to go back to the dorm and...take care of myself."

"Do tell..."

"...and Lenore said you were nasty.

"What don't you know?" I was very curious.

"What went on after you two left... except she said it was very satisfying.

"You two talk too much." I said with a nervous lap. Or maybe their talks had gotten me in the situation I was hoping for...inside Rhonda!

Rhonda stopped talking as she reached down to squeeze my hardness before undoing my belt and the buttons of my fly so she let my cock out for some air.

"You're are slicked up."

"Yer fault..." and it was...I was spewing pre-cum like a hose.

The cool air and her smooth hands were nice on my shaft.

She got off my lap and on her knees, blue eyes flashing before mouthing the end of my cock, darting her tongue around the head and under to lick at the loose skin and make me even harder. I was breaking a little sweat in the cool of that night.

Just as I was afraid she might make me cum to soon, she took her mouth from around my cock, licked the top of my hard-on and lightly pinched the "turkey waddle" under my cock head.

"Oh, shit...that feels really good." was my response. 

Keeping her hand on my cock, she stood up and with my help, got ready to step out of her pants and panties. Fuck, she had been playing with herself while sucking me! 

Straddling my lap, she made one pass of her wet cunt lips over the head of my cock before she sat down most of the way. It wasn't a difficult job as I don't have a ten inch cock...more like six and a half on a good day, and not that big around either. 

Rhonda continued to slip me in her tight wet, pussy. Reaching around to clutch her butt cheeks, she and I stroked her wetness up and down my cock. 

She started shedding her jacket, her shirt and then her bra, freeing her large, but perky boobs. Her nipples pointed slightly upward. She offered the nipple of her right breast to my mouth. I sucked it in a grazed her nipple with my teeth. " No biting" was her whispered request.

Taking her hand from under her breast, she slide it between us to touch her clit and began to alternate touching herself and leaning forward to get her little hard spot rubbed by my pelvis. How she could have been any wetter, I wouldn't know.

She rode me a bit harder and suddenly pulled herself as close as she could, wrapping her legs around my body. An "Oh, fuuuuck..." proceeded a gush of moisture which I would remember as the hottest and wettest my cock was to be for a long time. I lifted us both up to give a harder thrust and came in her wet cunt. 

"Dayum, Rhonda...you made me cum hard." 

"Malcolm, I want more of you." 

Is there anything that a man, or in my case "green-as-grass" nineteen year-old would want to hear?

In total agreement with her, I offered; "Rhonda, this was good, but I want you in bed and both of us naked...please?" 

We went back to my dorm, snuck up the flight of stairs and continued to enjoyed each other fully. I had never had a bed-mate for the night, taken a date out for breakfast the morning after, or taken a shower with a girl in her dorm suite, much less anywhere else. I sure as hell had never cum four times in one night.

...and I had no idea how good the school year would be...with Rhonda's help.



What I Learned in College Ch. 02.1



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. 

Chapter 2.1 -- More Rhonda 

Rhonda...if anyone had told me I would have a curly-haired, big titted, pot-smoking, low maintenance blonde for a fuck buddy within weeks of starting college, I would have said, "No Fucking Way!" 

That's pretty much what I thought about how other details of that fall as they too fell into place. I had gigs and private students to generate a more than enough cash for needs and fun. The final piece of the puzzle was figuring out that I could party and fuck my way through at least my first year of college without a moment's effort.

Being friends with Rhonda was a revelation. It had not in my experience to not have to date a girl, not have to kiss her ass all the time and to be able to get some lovin' without all that bullshit. It's sort of fun in the beginning, when you do have to do that shit, but to me it always felt like a battle for control. And to have a girl that could actually hang. I didn't have any idea that life could be that good.

We really got to know each other in October and spent the next seven months fucking and sucking each other silly at least once a week. The unspoken plan was that neither of us were to give in to emotion and said shit like "I love you" or some such bullshit. I wanted to, but she had never offered. I had my ass kicked by love the year before making it easy for me to be bitter and fight any tendency on my part to offer my heart. 

We weren't exclusive. She was my first fuck buddy before I ever heard that phrase, as well as the first girl I was around that I treated more like a guy friend than a chick. 

She broke the ice on the exclusivity by tell me beforehand about a guy she was on out with and telling me,

"I'm pretty sure I'll fuck him." 

What the fuck! I guess honesty might not always be the best policy? I was nearly speechless. All I could say was " I hope he's good to you." and walk away without any further comment. At the time, I felt like the hurt might not be worth the rewards of being whatever I was to Rhonda. 

I sure as hell never ask how her date went. And she never really reacted to my "drama". 

That situation taught me several lessons. I initially wanted to kill him, but I would have cut my own throat before saying that out loud to Rhonda. She told me about her date on a Thursday afternoon right after rehearsal. I spent the weekend savagely drunk. If not for Curt my R.A. roommate, consequences would have intervened. 

In addition, I explored the parameters of how much fucking up one guy could accomplish in a weekend. My attempts to get several female friends to fuck me that weekend, earning me four pissed off NOT gonna be a fuck buddies, three of which eventually forgave my unusual forwardness. 

Rhonda and I never spoke of her date, nor did she inform me of any others. I suppose that was some kind of a compromise.

She was her usual self with me before Monday's rehearsal and wanted to see me that evening. It was just as good as I had come to expect. But once again, nineteen...sucking, fucking and smoking pot...not a likely situation to turn down.

I have a lot of good memories from that year though. Rhonda and I, after initial hook up at an after-ballgame party, became very tight considering the fact that we never considered ourselves as going steady or any of that bullshit.

A few weeks after our initial get to know each other sleep over, we had a weekend at the end of October without a football game for the band. I could have gone home with all the rest of the freshmen, but I had other plans that included Rhonda and a weekend get-away.

I had offered up a plan to Rhonda that involved the two of us at a cabin on the lake for the weekend. It didn't take much discussion for her to be totally in on our chance to be away from campus for the weekend. 

As chance would have it, the weather turned Indian summer at the end of that week, giving us temperatures in the low 90s during the day and mid 60s at night. It was perfect one more trip to the lake weather. Normally, there should have been a risk of cold weather even though we were in what passes for the south. I suppose it was just more good luck that smiled on us.

We found ourselves at our cabin by early afternoon and were settled in fairly efficiently and quickly. Another piece of luck came our way. At check-in, the grandmotherly owner/operator of the grounds explained to me that we virtually "...had the run of the place." A family with two kids would be coming in

Sunday afternoon. Until then, it was just the two of us.

She also showed me on a small map of the grounds which cabin was ours for the weekend. It was at the far end of her property and just a short walk from one of the small man-made beaches. 

I was hoping this was going to be a weekend to remember. Considering Rhonda was here with me, the chances were pretty good that I would be relaxed and satisfied long before Sunday night.

As soon as things were squared away, Rhonda began to shed her clothes and reveal a bikini that was a sight to behold. It was sky blue with white stripes on both pieces.

The top was like a shelf bra and did a great job of putting her 40D breasts on display. 

We had both lost a little weight from the hours of marching band drill that we had been put through since the end of August. Rhonda had tended toward a very slightly towards plumpness at the start of the school year. She looked much harder in a good way with the V cut bottoms showing of her juicy, firm ass.

This was our first trip to the lake or pool to swim, so both of us, regardless of our tendency to be fair-skinned, had a bit of color rather than fish belly skin. As a matter of fact, since we were sorted hooked up, we had been having a little fun putting sunscreen on each other before rehearsal. 

Some of the more prudish folks were, or pretended to be offended when I would rub the lotion on the exposed parts of Rhonda's breasts and she would somewhat unnecessarily lotion the inside of my thighs. It took only a few days for a handful of the other slightly exhibitionist members of the band to do the same. Compared to what went on at some of the after-game parties, it was really pretty tame.

When Rhonda and I started sun screening each other this time, I caught on pretty quickly that she was going to start the teasing right then. My first clue was when she lightly pinched my right nipple. Of course I returned the favor by slipping the tip of my thumb under the edge of her bikini bottom as I took extra time to lotion the inside of her thigh.

Rhonda knelt down in front of me when she did my legs and took advantage of her position by reaching into to my swimsuit and managing to expose part of my ball sack which she giving a thorough licking and mouthing.

"I'm going to get you later," she said as she got up off her knees and gave my now hard cock a good stroking. 

"Let's get in the water first." That was her next plan. I saw no reason not to oblige.

While the sun and air temperate were warm, they had done little for the lake. It wasn't exactly like taking a polar bear swim, but we didn't last long in the intemperate water. It was nice to towel each other off and stretch out on the lounge chairs in the warm sun.

Within a few minutes, Rhonda asks one of the all-important questions for us: "Mal...you would have some weed with you, would you?"

I nodded my head affirmatively, got up and went inside to get the old fashioned, leather-shaving kit that I used for my stash, papers, pipe and lighter. By the time I got back to the patio facing the lake, Rhonda had gotten herself topless and was rubbing more lotion on her breasts. Her nipples that had gotten hard in the in-temperate lake water were crinkled tightly and resembled little dried apricots. I certainly wanted to pop one in my mouth!

"You could have let me help with that, you know..." I said as I took in her nakedness.

"If I'd let you "help", I'd have ended up totally naked with your cock somewhere in me," she said, grinning, "...I want to get a little high first." 

She was totally correct, but in my defense, who wouldn't have wanted to fuck her? She looked so hot, relaxed and ready for anything. How her boobs could be so full and so perky was a mystery to me than and now. 

Knowing that she was going end up naked with my cock somewhere in her gave me a bit of patience. I also knew I wouldn't need much patience do to her general level of arousal, especially after lighting up.

I lit the joint and passed it to her, watching carefully as she took a hit. The first thought in my head wasn't about taking my turn with the smoke; it was all about her lips and the knob end of my cock. 

She had this thing she would do that involved sucking just the head of my cock while tonguing the underside immediately behind. Done for the right amount of time and with skill, it was a guaranteed load of cum on her face or in her mouth every time!

Instead of passing me the pot, Rhonda stood up and proceeded to sit on my lap with a little grind on my hardening cock and give me an assist with the joint. Well, okay then. Since I was getting high hands free, letting my hands roam over her almost naked and sun warmed body seemed like a good plan.

Going for the tits first would have been too amateurish, even for me, so I began to rub the tops of her thighs. Her lightly tanned, soft let firm thighs that were going to be wrapped around my ears before too long! Before long, I had my hands on her firm but soft bum cheeks.

When Rhonda took a hit, she would rock swimsuit-covered crotch against my cock very so gently, groaning just a bit. I'm sure I was groaning too and thinking about how nice it would be to fuck her out her outdoors.

When we checked in, the women was working the reception desk was kind enough to let us know that we were the only one's there today and that we would be at the opposite end of the grounds from the guests checking in Saturday morning. She finished by saying, "...unless you want to be by a bunch of noisy little school kids?"

I allowed as how she had been very considerate of our plans and thanked her. 

It's not often someone gives you a go ahead to be as inappropriate as you could want. I planned to make use of the situation!

Knowing Rhonda was not adverse to ''showing off", I figured it wouldn't take long to get her to fuck right here. I left my right hand at the top of her thigh, giving it a squeeze as I slipped my thumb under her bikini bottom so I could stroke her pussy lips. 

The tip of my thumb was grazing her slit and ever so gently penetrating her. It didn't take long for my thumb to be in her pussy as far as it would go. She kept on rocking with my thumb fucking her and switch hitting the last of the smoke between us until it was gone.

With the joint finished, Rhonda stood and drooped her bikini bottom. I expected her to sit right back down on my cock and had taken my swimsuit off in preparation for a really good fuck.

Rhonda straddled me, put both hands on my shoulders, asking me to "Scoot down flat. I need you to eat my pussy."

Well, okay then! I got into position and let her ride my face every which way. She took full advantage as I tongued and sucked her cunt while squeezing her ass causing her to get near to cumming in a very short while.

In a slight frenzy, Rhonda hopped off my face and targeted my cock with her very wet pussy. The funny thing about Rhonda was that although she was not petite, she was very tight even when fully aroused. I felt her ease herself down onto my hardness rather than just shove me in her cunt.

I loved watching her face as my fleshy tube split her cunt lips. It was the same face I would I see in the future with other women when having anal sex. The "Is this going in me?" face is always a wonderful thing to behold.

For some reason, I need to feel what we were doing and not be distracted by the sight of Rhonda naked, curly blonde hair glowing in the sunshine and her much bigger than a handful breasts and hard pinkish-brown pointy nipples.

I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensation of Rhonda fucking herself with my cock. My hands found there way to her thighs and then up to her hips. Mostly, I just let her ride me, but when I held her at the point of having the tip of my cock in here cunt and no more, I could feel her try to push herself down on me. In a peak of frustration, she swore at me, managing to say, "You fucker..." before I gave her several quick strokes that amounted to me short stroking her teasing slit without allowing deeper penetration.

Opening my eyes to help access the results of our fucking so far, I could see a blush across Rhonda's upper torso. She was certain to cum before long if she was to the point of "blush" already.

I let go of her hips as she pressed down hard and was surprised to be suddenly so suddenly and so fully inside her. Our fucking made wet, a slurping, and squishy sound as her wetness dripped onto my crotch, and was in turn distributed thoroughly over my balls and inner thighs. We fucked with total abandon with all the accompanying sounds of rutting. Getting Rhonda this worked up always made me wonder when we were going to be too sore for the next fuck. It never happened.

As much as this was fun, I wanted to get the first fuck of the weekend behind us so I began to subtly pinched Rhonda's nipple and thumb her clit all the more rapidly. Her eyes were the ones closed now and her top teeth were giving her bottom lip a g going over. 

Rhonda was almost never coherently vocal while fucking and/or cumming, but she was a moaner and groaner. I felt a little pride at giving her an above average fuck, as she was occasionally uttering an intelligible syllable and even a word or two.

I even got a "Fuck...Me...harder...Fuck..." out of her. This might be a big one...for her.

I had no idea why I was still not getting anywhere near the feeling of anticipation, or more likely in this case, surprise. I should have already gone off like a hose...fuck it.

It was all the more reason to get her off and settle down a bit. 

She clued me in by managing to say, "Close...oh, fuck..." as she slammed against my pelvis. I managed to get my thumb and two fingers around her clit and give the little slick nub a good tweak. I caught her on an up stroke and she frozen for a second before her wild, wide open eye's fixated on me as she slumped forward to wrap her arms around my neck as she gave an occasional twitch either full body or a squeeze of my cock by her spasm prone cunt.

I had cushioned her fall by grabbing both tits and was gently massaging her breasts as she began to kiss my face, lips, cheeks, forehead, eras and my most potentially ticklish spot...my ears. I took like a man.

Stopping the kissing torture, she whispered into my ear, "Mal...I..."

And then she caught herself and paused...

I was glad that we weren't face to face at that point. Although I was afraid I had given away my need to hear her words with a hitch and holding of my breath.

My exact thought was, "For Fuck's Sake, say it...!"

She continued saying "I've never had anyone get me off like you do."

I should have been proud, but I was thinking, "MOTHERFUCKER!" but I did manage to get a smile in as she kissed me. That was the start of more than 20 years of sorting out all the "love 'em and leave" bullshit, the "committed relationship" bullshit and several other topics in dealing or not dealing with whatever love and relationships means. Fuck me if I know!

Rhonda got up stretched and offered me a hand as she asked, "Did I fuck you into the lounger?"

"No, hon...you fucked me into the middle of next month." I answered with a slight smile and accessory laugh. All I could think of was asking myself why she couldn't "say it" and why I needed her to so much.

Rhonda, in her totally relaxed immodest manner, ran a middle finger through her cunt lips and showed me a finger slicked up with her own juices only...saying,

"Are you shittin' me...all that fucking and you didn't cum...are you okay?

"I got distracted with getting you all worked up...it just didn't happen." I answered with a shrug.

Rhonda wrapped her hand around my well-lubed rod and gave me a light tug or two. It didn't take much for me to get back up to all the way hard. She turned her head and half tiptoed to get another kiss before asking, "Can I try something?"

I nodded affirmatively and released my cock and walked just as she was down to the strip of man made beach about thirty yards from the cabin. I picked up a couple of towels just in case and followed Rhonda.

When she reached the narrow strip of sand, she turned and got down on her knees facing me. Walking up to her, I dropped the towels and placed my hand on her cheek give it a caress before she could bury her face into my crotch. She rubbed her face on my cock and balls, getting the residue of our fuck all over her cheeks, lips and chin. The sensation got me much harder than her brief tugging on my cock.

Once again, I closed my eyes and let the late afternoon sun wash over me along with the feel of my cock in Rhonda's mouth. She started with working on the bundle of flesh and nerves right behind and underneath the head of my cock, both licking at tit with the tip of her tongue, sucking that very sensitize juncture and taking just enough of my cock into her mouth to rub her tongue against the area and suck and squeeze my cock with her mouth.

Unusually for her, Rhonda stop for a moment and asked, "Am I doing good, Mal..."

Yes, Hun...suck me more please..." I answered with out looking down at her. 

I gathered that I should have, because although she went right back to doing excellent work, she reached up with her left hand and tweaked my right nipple, not really pinching it, but not entirely playful either.

I had been mostly gentle with Rhonda while we were making love, but I was feeling more than a bit pissed off about her foreshortened announcement. I'd have time later to think about the how and why of our fuck buddy alliance, or whatever one would call a similar arrangement. Later I would learn the meaning of "passive-aggressive behavior", but for the moment, exacting a little punishment was feeling like the thing to do.

Rhonda had gone from working the knob of my cock to taking nearly all of me in her mouth. Hey, it's not that big an accomplishment. About 6.5 inches and not quite three inches around is the best I can come up with on any given day. I would call that a "porn cock" by any ones measurements.

About two-thirds of me that making it's way into her mouth before I put my hand on the back of her head and wrapped my fingers in her bushy, curly blonde locks. When I did that, Rhonda must have read my mind because she moved the hand that had been wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and did some hands free sucking.

Curiosity got the best. I looked down at her on her knees and saw in her eyes a glint of something anticipatory, as if she wanted me to go ahead and fuck her face rather than let her set the pace. Keeping a little surprise in play, I went back to my eyes close pose and very slightly encouraged her to take a little more cock in by both nudging her head further towards me and by holding her face steady and using my hip action to fuck her mouth.

Gradually, I fucked her face more than letting her suck me. After a particularly long and somewhat deeper incursion, I pulled my cock all the way out of her mouth. The next sound I heard was her taking in a deep breath and saying, "Holy shit..." as she exhaled.




What I Learned in College Ch. 02.1



Looking down at her again, I spoke saying, "Ask me again...!"

Rhonda looked surprised. I was sure she was, as that was not in a harsh tone of voice, but it was a more forceful and insistent than she had heard me use ever. She looked confused...

I clarified the situation for her by ordering her to "Ask...It...Again!" She could know what I was actually thinking was "Sat it!"

Then she got the point of my direct intent and spoke the required words.

"Am I doing good, Mal?" 

"Have I cum yet? Did you swallow it all?" I asked her.

Looking down, she would have taken my cock back in her mouth had I let her. Holding her head at a slight distance from my cock and putting a second hand at the back of her head, I eventually said "Now.", as I gave her my cock again.

About the fourth stroke into her mouth the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Rhonda made a gulping noise and the entire length of my cock slide into her mouth with no more than the head at the opening to her throat. I held us that way for a second and then took my cock out of her mouth fully.

Rhonda's eyes were a little teary from the effort. She looked up at me and said, "I don't like that."

Without answering her, I laid her back on the sand to her surprise and relief. As soon as her bottom hit the sand, she spread her legs for me in vain. Her surprise continued as I straddled her midsection and gave her another directive, "Hold your tits, baby..."

She had gone from not wanting to be face fucked, to thinking she was about to be fucked, to wary of facing fucking again as I mounted her torso. She looked relieved. I had tit fucked her before, but more as foreplay than a full act. Who the hell could have sex with a woman with 40D tits without fucking them?

She held her breasts leaving me a valley to slip into and enjoy. I spit on her directly into her cleavage more than twice and got another look of surprise.

I railed her tits and helped her wrap them almost all the way around my cock. I also pinched her nipples while fucking her tits and reached back between her legs and spanked her still wet cunt. At the first slap of her nether lips her eyes open wide in shock and pleasure. Reaching down and getting a hand to the back of her head again and lined her pursed licks up with the tip of my cock. 

Just as Rhonda start making the most of giving me quick sucks to the head of my cock, I came on her lips, chin and across her chest with the last burst directed at her cheek. As soon as I was through coming, I lifted up my hips and put my cock into her mouth again. She sucked from me the last dregs of my cum.

I held her down saying, "Don't move.", as I rubbed cum into the skin of her neck, face, torso and tits.

I even took a dab and rubbed it on her clit.

Looking up at me, she joked, saying, "You missed a spot."

"...First round Hun, ...first round... we have all weekend to wax the rest of you."

I got off of her and helped her up, asking, "Shower?"

She nodded, still trying to figure out what had made me do what had been done and all over her...

We walked towards the cabin, both of us still naked and me carrying the unused towels, intent of cleaning up and otherwise refreshing ourselves. As we almost made inside, Grandma campgrounds came around the corner of the cabin not acting shocked to see us naked.

All she said as we stood there in all our nakedness with my cum drying on Rhonda was,

"Y'all have a good time, but remember the Sunday afternoon folks. Come up to the office if you need to."

She spun on her heels and laughed as she headed back to the front of the grounds.

I went ahead and ask what we were both thinking, "Do you think she was watching us?"

"As long as I don't hear any chainsaws, I don't care." Rhonda answered in her typically flippant way as she barefooted it into the cabin.

I was picking up after our mini orgy when she stuck her head out of the door, saying, "I'll help later...come wash my back..."

...to be continued...



What I Learned in College Ch. 03



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

If you are in a hurry to get to the fucking and sucking part, this story might go a little slow for the quick stroke folks. Just a heads up! 

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Chapter 3 -- Spring Fling 

My first year of college was shaping up to be way more fun than anything I had experienced before. Within a few weeks of the start of school that fall, I had figured out that classes so far were not taking much of my attention to pass. I filled up some time with teaching high school and middle school students private lessons and even playing a few gigs at local churches, recording sessions back home and other sundry money making ventures.

I had also figured out that I was going to drinking, smoking pot and fucking like I had just discovered all three. I had what was supposed to be a one time fling with a girl I had none since elementary school that was a very hot and sexy black girl. The one time status lasted until her boyfriend at an out of state school cheated on her. 

I got the benefit of the revenge/break up sex. So far, we had only been together twice. I respected her wishes but kept my fingers.

The major development of the fall was hooking up with Rhonda, a wild curly-haired blonde with 40D boobs and a great sense of humor. We partied and fucked like bunnies, but without any of the relationship/kissing your girlfriend's ass bullshit that I knew all too well. I kept waiting for the shit to start, but it never really came to be, at least not in the way I expected.

Rhonda and I set aside time to be together and mostly never broke what passed for a date. We went to parties as a couple, we ate together sometimes, but expectations were kept in check. I knew Rhonda saw other people, but it wasn't my business. She knew about both times I had been with Lenore. Rhonda's only comment was "How could you not do her...she's fucking hot!" I'm pretty sure the only thing in way of a three-way was Lenore's unlikely acceptance of the possibility.

Sunday afternoon about 3 pm become our time. The record was 10 Sundays in a row from January through mid March. We also made some trip and got away from campus and all the bullshit that goes with living in dorms. My time with Rhonda lingers in my mind as a very happy time.

You might have thought that would be enough, hunh? No, it wasn't and I was soon to learn a lesson a mocking other guys that slept with every girl they could get naked or near enough to get the job done.

In the spring, several beauty pageants happened in the area. At that time, each event contracted musicians to play in the show band for incidental music and for the talent portion of the show as needed. The pageants too paid well and I glad to play three local events that spring.

My roommate and hometown buddy got me those jobs and set me up as one of the arrangers for the contestants on two of the pageants. If you have any clichés in your mind about what that might have been like, focus on the ones about how bitchy the contestants can be. My buddy Curt kept the biggest bitches for himself and let me work with what he called the "cup cakes" with the additional admonishment of: 

"Don't try to get to be the cream filling ...it never goes well."

I did fine until the third pageant. One of my writing projects at the "Miss Lake You've Never Heard Of" pageant was a stunning 5"-8", short haired, brunette 20 year old with a swimmer's body, a 34D bust and a nice ass that was a combination of firm and lush that one doesn't see on a Caucasian girl very often.

The worst problem in not becoming interested in Joy was that she happened to be nowhere near the zip code of being a bitch. She wasn't a trained singer, but she had a lovely voice. Where I'm pretty I got into trouble with her was the extra attention she got from me to get her ready for the show. I even set her up with some vocal coaching from another friend who did a great job helping Joy have more confidence and skill with her voice.

After about the third or forth lesson with her vocal couch, Joy found me in the Fine Arts Building lobby and gave me a hell of a hug and a kiss on the cheek saying she could wait for me to hear her sing "Now That I know what to do..." etc. No one missed that show and it earned me another bit of advice from Curt.

"If you're going to fuck her, wait until the week just before the pageant. She'll have some nervous energy to work off and you might as well be the one..."

When I asked him how he knew that, I got no answer except for a "been there, done that" smile. I put it out of my mind as I was treating my relationship with Rhonda like a "relationship". Why screw it up over a little strange? It also occurred to me that Rhonda wasn't my girl friend even if we did hang out, get high and fuck on a regular basis. What could Rhonda possible say to me as long as I didn't rub her nose in any affair I might choose to have?

The other "sticky part" was that Joy ended up owing me money for the arrangement I orchestrated for her. Curt had taught that the deal was half the money up front and the other half at the pre-dress rehearsal for the contestants that used the pit band as accompaniment for their talent.

Joy didn't have the money at that rehearsal. I don't even remember her excuse. Over the few weeks before the pageant, I had learned that Joy wasn't a spoiled little bitch whose adventures were funded by Mom and Dad. She was working for her money and had been too busy to think about this rehearsal and when she last got a paycheck.

She also started tearing up and blubbering about the situation. I declared it to be not a problem, mostly because I had enough money to more than make ends meet and secondly so she would stop fucking crying. Fuck me and I don't mean literally.

I'd rather take an ass whipping that deal with crying women!

No more was said of it until the night of the pageant. Joy sang great and finished second in the talent category as well as finishing runner up. She was happy with the results and that was all that I needed to know.

The money was far enough out of my mind that I was more interested in getting to the musician's after party at Linda's house. Curt and Linda were fiancés and would marry after they graduated.

As I cleared the loading dock door of the auditorium, I heard Joy say, "You're in a big hurry, but you forgot something..."

As I stopped and turned she tried to hand me something. With both of arms full of the trapping we needed to get through the show, she dropped the unsealed envelope and the money spilled out. We almost knocked heads making sure the twenties and tens didn't fly away on the breeze.

Once we got the job done and made eye contact the negotiation began with me saying:

"Joy, it's too much...you don't need to overpay me...please..."

"Mal, I screwed up and I want you to take what I owe you and some interest." She countered. "Don't make me beg you. I might cry again..."

That made me snap a bit and I answered, "Fuck it. I'm not going to argue with you..."

She beamed as if she had won another award and flowed up with; "Good. I didn't want to argue either."

She paused before blurting out: "Since you're not arguing with me, take me to the musician's party please. I did a good enough job to go...right?" 

Joy was doing a fairly good imitation of a being needy. It was all for show, but she was serious about wanting to go. Being the only one of the dozen or so girls in the pageant that had bothered to thank the pit band, she had earned her way to the party. Besides, showing up with her in tow would shake things up a bit and make me look less like Rhonda had me "whipped". Everyone knew Rhonda was in rehearsals for a play all weekend, or most likely, she would have been there with me, but not as my girl friend...fuck me...

Joy followed me to Linda's and we found ourselves there in no time. When she got out of her car, it occurred to me how beautiful she was without all the gowns, outfits and such from the pageant. 

While I had been putting away my trombone, helping pick up the music and other sundry after gig tasks, she had been scrubbing herself fresh and changing into a really simple outfit of figuring hugging jeans, a short sleeve v-necked black knit blouse and black slides with a bit of heel. She was gorgeous and ready to party.

We went into the scene fashionable late and were at least two drinks behind everyone else. The party was in such full swing that our entrance was hardly noticed. I did get to enjoy Curt almost doing a spit with a swallow of beer as he saw us walk in together.

Joy was not by nature a "clinger". She was not there to hang on me and make a show.

I did the gentlemanly thing and got her a Bourbon and 7up and then didn't really feel the need to keep tabs on her whereabouts. She worked the room and visited with folks she knew and so did I. That was the way things were for a while. 

The party progressed in the way that all gatherings do and sometime near midnight the crowd had thinned to the usual suspects which meant that things were about to shift from drinks and snacks to toking up.

By the time the bong made it's appearance we were only eight in number and had found our way to the couch and overstuffed chairs squared up around the fireplace.

The other six folks made the well defined couples and were all members of the university band. Joy was the odd duck in that way, but seemed to be able to hang in all other ways. 

There had been a little episode of gathering up debris from the party. We had all helped and made the job go quickly. Somehow, the other seven of us had made our way to the den without Joy. She rounded the corner from the kitchen just in time to see Curt lighting up the bong and one of the other guys packing a pipe.

My curiosity as to Joy's reaction to the marijuana was short lived. Her eye's widened as she spoke, saying, 

"I knew this was the right party. This beats the hell out of hanging out with those spoiled bitches..."

Everyone cracked up at the substance and honesty of her observation.

Joy needed a seat unless she was going to take a spot on the floor. When got up to offer her my seat on the end of the coach, she looked me in the eye and said,

"Sit down, hon...I'm good..."

Not only was her remark familiar, but also she parked herself between my legs at an angle that let her use my left leg as a backrest while draping an arm over my thigh. I saw Linda's eyes narrow a bit as if to say, "Well...this is interesting."

The bong and the pipe were making counter circuitous routes around the group and most of us were doubling up and taking hits from both vessels. The result being that it didn't take long for at least six of us to be totally stoned. Linda always maintained control, as did one of the other girls.

Joy and I were totally gooned on the weed. After the third double pass, she helped herself up by grabbing both my thighs and flopped herself onto my lap with her left ass cheek firmly against my quickly become more than half hard cock.

It was just a moment before Joy looked me in the eyes and winked. What a little tease. You rub my thigh ever so slightly with your elbow not quite in my crotch and then sit on the result of your work! I was way stoned and horny enough to wish she would be sucking my cock soon. It's likely that I might have well as wore a t-shirt stating that thought.

Linda was looking at us like in an amused manner. Or maybe it was her "some bodies about to fuck up and or get fucked" face. It didn't concern me.

Joy received what had to be an almost empty bong and hit it hard before handing it across the table to Curt. She held the smoke, turned my face towards her with a gently hand and shot gunned the smoke to me with a full on lip lock! I barely noticed the mellow smoke. What I did notice was Joy's soft, slightly wet lips and lightly probing tongue.

All I could think was "keep your hand on her thigh...no groping and no tit grabbing!"

She had me right then and she and everyone else not too stoned to pay the least bit of attention knew it.

Joy kept eye contact after the kiss and then did a horrifying thing considering my condition. My swollen, agitated cock was bowed up in my pants, half escaping from my boxers. I'm not huge, but only a blind man wouldn't have noticed. 

Joy got off my lap saying, "Be right back..."

Fuck! I'm sure my face was red.

Linda did nothing to defuse my embarrassment by asking, "Did you poke her with that thing or use it to help her up?"

I wasn't too stoned to let that go. "You can come over her and find out for yourself.

There's plenty to get around."

Curt piped up saying, "Make 'em buy a ticket, Mal!" which broke everyone up and let me off the hook, at least for the moment.

When the laughter eased up, Linda redirected me to something useful by saying, 

"Go check on Joy. She looked really wasted." She could have checked on Joy, women do that for each other. It was way more fun for Linda to give me a nudge as see what happens.

As I shambled up and walked towards the back of the house and the bathroom, Curt caught my eye and gave me the international blowjob signal, you know the one, fist toward face and tongue poking cheek. Linda slapped his arm as she and the other cracked up.

When I got to the start of the hallway, I called out her name. As assumed, she was in the bathroom. The door opened and she pulled me in, pushed me against the linen closet door and with a hand to the back off my head, she kissed me again with an intensity that made me pretty sure about where this was going.

I had noticed a few other clues about Joy's condition as well. Whatever else she had done while in the bathroom, she had splashed some cold water on her face in an effort to sober up a bit. The results of her efforts were disclosed by her general forwardness and that fact that while her pants were pulled up, was only about three-fourths the way back in them with her top button undone and her zipper at least halfway down.

Leaning against me in a sort of hug that was helping her stand up position, she had made a discovery of her own.

"Mal...you're still pretty hard. I thought if I got off your lap for a minute, you might not be so stiff."

I answered her; "I was doing a little better until you kissed me again."

"Are saying it's my fault?"

"I'm saying I can't help myself. You're hot." I answered, telling the truth.

Then she offered up a spew of information that cleared up any doubts I had about the evening's weirdness.

"Mal, this is sort of fucked up. I am so horny... you have been so sweet and you're very tall and handsome. This pageant stuff was a bitch and my loser ex-boyfriend blew me off over the holidays. He was really selfish, but at least I was getting something...I really like you..."

Oh, shit...exhausted, stoned, break-up, rebound sex...we were doomed to be a one-night stand. It didn't matter how nice I was to her, she had to get up in the morning remembering this and feel like an easy lay. The only question left is how big an asshole she would think I was for us using each other.

I was stoned and my cock did not give a damn. If she was into it, why should I be the one to put on the breaks?

Taking the first chance of the evening, other than letting Joy come with me in the first place, I kissed her briefly and then spun her around with her back to me pulling her close to me and leaning against the counter a bit so my hard on would be rubbing her ass crack. 

I rubbed her left breast with my left hand through her top and let my right hand rest on her stomach at where her pants would have meet, had they been properly done up. Her left hand was clasped over mine so as to encourage the breast massaging. Her right hand was between us and gave her the advantage as it was caressing my ball sack through my pants.

Emboldened by her efforts, I eased my other hand into her panties on my way to her nether lips. She was very wet and juicy. It was as if we were on round two for the evening. She most of been as turned on or more than I had become. She had shaved her pubic hair down to a narrow "landing strip" that was amazingly soft and downy for trimmed pubic hair.

Not knowing her sensitivity, I left her clit alone for the moment and instead rubbed my middle finger through her slit as gave her cunt a bit of squeezing. The bathroom began to smell like Joy's pussy. The slightly spicy aroma made me wanted to eat her, lick her clit and see if I could make her cum several times with my lips, tongue and fingers only.

While she was groping my cock through my pants and trying to get the buttons undone back-handed, I was distracted her by continuing the finger her slippery lips while rubbing the general area around her clit with the tip of my thumb. In addition to having her pants half way down to her knees, her front clasp bra was now undone (her doing) and my other hand was palming and squeezing both of her way more than a handful tits.

She was making progress exposing my cock as she had managed to undo several of the buttons of my fly but was not doing so well with the belt or getting her hand into the front of my boxers. She groaned in frustration from one situation or another.

"Damn...help me! She pleaded.

I cup her left breast and lightly pinched the extended nipple between my first and ring fingers as I "tuned in" her clit with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand.

I was rewarded with feeling her give a full body shiver and hearing her say, ever so softly, "I my fucking gawd...I'm so close..."

Using three fingers gathered closely together, I began to spank her pussy lips and occasionally her clit and continued working over both breast alternatively as I got her getting her ever closer. Using my middle finger to penetrate her as I continued, she would have doubled over in orgasm if I hadn't held her tight.

Something made me turn her around and push her against the counter as I kissed her and finished dropping my pants. After leaning down to pull her panties and jean off one of her legs, I kissed her right on her engorged clit before lifting her up enough to get her bum on the edge of the counter. As I edged in toward my goal, she through a leg over my hip to help give my hard on access to her wet cunt which I slipped into about half way at first stroke.

Reaching around to pull her in a close to me as possible, I got a handful of her wonderfully firm ass. Reaching underneath her to lift her ass of the counter, my middle finger brushed across her anus. Something made me start rubbing her tender hole in small light circles, not unlike I would rub an engorge clitoris.

Joy pushed her ass back against my caressing finger saying, "Doit...touch me there."

Before I could thing about turning her around and ass fucking her over the counter,

I began to have a case of twitchy balls. That told me about how long I was going to last, so I put it to her hard for what couldn't have been even a minute. 

She held me by the arms groaning at each thrust. I had to know, so I quickly licked the tip of my middle finger and put it in her ass. She took my finger to the second joint no problem. I fucked her in both holes

All she managed to say before I flood her with pent up cum was "Give it...oooh!"

My last strokes had made wet smacking sounds as our juices combined.

For a moment, we were just breathing. Then Joy said, "I just came again...", just before we heard Linda say from just outside the door: "You two go to bed. Mal, you know where the guest bedroom is...'night..."




What I Learned in College Ch. 03.1



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all that talking actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I Learned in College- Ch. 3.1 – Later That Night

Then we heard Linda say from just outside the door: 

"You two should go to bed. Mal, you know where the guest bedroom is...'night y'all."

We both laughed. Kissing her as I gently withdrew what was left of my erection. I had the funny sense of this not being as awkward as it could have been. Neither of us gave a shit that we had just fucked in the bathroom at a party or that we weren't "dating" or whatever. Maybe it was a moment of mutual need? Sometimes that's all it is or has to be.

Joy interrupted the fantasy a somewhat by nervously asking, "Linda's cool with this right? Your really good friends with them...we're not imposing?"

"Joy, It's fine. They're very fucking cool. We are too fucked up a couple of different ways to even think about driving back to school. Are you good being in bed with me? I'll sleep on the couch if..." I ask, trying to be gentlemen.

She interjected, "Am I good with it? WE just Fucked. It was great and I am totally fine being with you tonight. You're sweet to ask though."

She kicked her panties and jeans the rest of the way off, saying, "Give me a minute, okay Mal?"

"Sure..." I said and exited the bathroom. Linda had lit a candle in the guest bedroom, turned down the bed and generally made things as nice as possible. Everyone needs good friends that don't mind if you come to their parties, get wasted and fuck in their guest bathroom.

By the time I took my turn in the bathroom, Joy was under the covers looking like she had crashed hard. By candlelight, I could see that her clothes were folded up on the dresser, panties and bra in plain sight.

I stripped off all the way and slipped under the covers hoping not to disturb Joy, if she was out cold. Lying down on my back, I was greeted by Joy rolling over and draping her naked, lithe body over the right side of me.

Her nipples were hard and poking me in the ribs. Her pussy was wet, slick and warm against the side of my leg. Joy gentle rubbed my chest with her right hand before she began to make a small circle around my left nipple.

"Malcolm, I'm gonna suck you and get you hard again if you'll let me?"

Was she really asking me if that was okay?

"If you do that, I think you'll have to fuck me again. Are you sure you want to take a chance on that, Joy?" I answered.

Joy slid the covers off both of us so she could position herself between my legs and get my cock in her mouth. Her tits brushed my thigh as she took me in her mouth. Settling down to work, she tongued the head of my cock and as I got harder and somewhat longer, she used her hand not to jerk me off as she sucked, but to keep the skin of my erection stretched tight. No loose skin was going to interfere with this blowjob.

Just when I started thinking this was all about me, Joy repositioned herself head towards my feet and backed her wet cunt onto my erection. She used me like a dildo and firmly and steadily fucked herself with my cock. It felt great and the view was wonderful.

It was impossible for me to resist caressing her firm ass cheeks as she herself on me.

I wasn't sure I would be able to cum without banging the hell out of her. The first cum of the night has been so good and so needed I didn't feel the "urge" to orgasm...yet.

What I did do was wet my index finger with some spit and position it so the tip was just barely penetrating her tight little asshole. She surprised me by taking my hand and instead of removing it; she pushed my finger into her anus past the first joint.

"Oh, fuck...I didn't know I liked that." She purred. "You started something in the bathroom, Mal..."

I saw a small tube of hand lotion on the bedside table. Taking my hand away from her pucker for a moment got a sigh of frustration for my new fuck buddy.

"Joy,...thumb or two fingers, baby? I asked. After all, I am a Gentleman.

"Somethin..." was all she could answer. 

My balls were soaking wet from all her pussy juice. Joy was a hot fuck for sure!

I lubed my index and middle finger before inserting firstly, my middle finger and allowing her time to take it up her ass to the second joint. Secondly, I got both fingers in the first joint immediately. She was digging the probing.

I heard Joy say, "Leave your fingers in my ass...please?"

She fucking said "Please?" Hot and cute with good manners is a winner with me.

"Joy, whatever you want, sweetie."

As a matter of fact, I'd have been glad to try sticking my cock in her ass. 

Joy was going with "If it feels good, do it." In no time at all, she was getting into being fucked in two holes at once.

"I want to cum so bad." was the next thing out of her mouth. She was so easy to get wound up and ready to cum.

'Touch your clit hon,...that'll do it for ya." Unless she was wired differently, that was the right thing to say.

And about that time, I got the message from my balls that yes,...we were going to pop again.

Just because I didn't know how she would react, I let Joy in on the secret by saying, emphatically,

"I'm gonna get it. Cum with me Joy." 

That did it. She went off and her ass spasmed around my fingers as I spewed cum deep in her hot, tight cunt. I had a hand on each ass cheek rubbing her as we both tried to settle down from our cumming.

"Oh, fuck...I felt that." Joy explained to me as she laid herself flat over my right leg, and sort of collapsed as little waves of orgasm went through her.

We lay there for what seemed like a long time until my cock slipped out of her.

Joy popped up, kissed me and headed for the bathroom again. I couldn't move until she came back into the room with a hand towel and a warm washcloth.

Joy washed hands and my pecker, drying me off, before planting a kiss on my balls. What a sweetie. 

I was already thinking about (pardon the pun) the backend of this little fuck fest. To me it felt like cheating on Rhonda. However, at Rhonda's insistence, she and I were decidedly not exclusive, regardless of my feelings on the matter. In fact, Rhonda would probably be glad I was getting some strange. Rhonda knew I wanted to be more to her than just a fun fuck to her. I could imagine her response in a word, as being "Whew! No the pressures of me..."

Why in hell was I lucky enough to be on Joy's list? Or was this extra payback for being nice and patient with her the least few weeks? Maybe I was a "sneaky fuck" behind the back of some jock boyfriend that was going to want to kick my ass?

Even after tossing and turning some, I woke up early the next morning ass cheek to ass cheek with Joy. I have had way worse awakenings.

My next thought was, "What have I started..."

- To be continued -



What I Learned in College Ch. 03



We both laughed. Kissing her as I gently withdrew what was left of my erection, I had the funny sense of this not being as awkward as it could have been. Neither of us gave a shit that we had just fucked in the bathroom at a party, or that we weren't "dating" or whatever. Was it just about "need"?

Joy interrupted the fantasy a somewhat by asking, "Linda's cool with this right? Your really good friends with them...we're not imposing...?"

"Joy, It's fine. They're very fucking cool...and we are totally fucked a couple of different ways. Are you good being "bed buddies" with me? I'll sleep on the couch if..." I tried to ask.

She interjected, "You're asking if I'm good with that? We just fucked. It was great and I am fine being with you tonight...and your sweet to ask that..."

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What I Learned in College Ch. 04



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I Learned in College- Chapter 4 – Summer 

I'm just not able to say that I was thrilled about being home for the summer after the eye opening first year of college I'd just completed. Having spent over eight months making money from various musical endeavors, partying, fucking and passing classes without much study at all and then being thrust back into dealing up close and personal with my parent's mostly good intentioned over supervision had me pissed off, sober and horny. Not a good combination.

Receiving a "Dear Malcolm" letter from my fuck bubby informing me that she was headed out to California soon for college next fall put me in a huge black mood. My cousin who usually provided we with at least a 3-4 day window of escape had just moved to Chicago to be with his fiancé, the rat bastard.

I had no problem getting work, but painting was the last thing I gave a shit about doing. Nothing can make things worse than being a narcissistic almost twenty year old. The world owes you right? There's nothing like another thirty years to give you some perspective.

I had some playing work, but nothing regular and even a few students. Painting, a few students and some gigs would have to do. It would be mid August soon enough.

By the second week of being home things had settled in, or so I thought. Coming home from work after a long Wednesday of apartment painting, I found a note in my Grandmother's hand that said: 

Call Liz, she has a gig for you both!

Love,

Grandma

(I'd talk about Grandma more...but this is supposed to be about sex at some point...)

Liz! 

We had none each other since grade school and had lived in the same neighborhood for just as long. She was a pianist and had been my only regular accompanist for solo contests or auditions since seventh grade. My biggest regret up until that time was going to college at a different school than Liz. I wanted to keep her because of our report as performers.

We knew things about each other that I am pretty sure almost no one else knew.

Her biggest not so secret thing she held on to was that I had wanted to date her best friend Janice. Janice knew too, and she was a cock-teasing bitch in the best possible way. I had been sprung over Janice since middle school, but the real crush started when I was invited too a pool party the summer between 10th and 11th grades at Janice's house.

Not only was the house and pool fantastic; but also tall, lanky, late-blooming Janice grew tits sometime during our 10th grade year and her bikini put them on display. Besides her tits, the cut of her swimsuit bottom showed more ass cheek than I would see in a bikini until visiting South America years later. 

Liz and Janice made quite a pair. Janice was at least 5"-10' flatted footed while Liz was maybe 5"-4' in high heels (which made her legs look great!). Janice had dark brown, shoulder length, straight hair and blue eyes while Liz's sandy blonde hair hung to the middle of her back and had a slight natural curl. Her hazel eyes were flecked with brown.

Neither girl carried much in the way of extra weight, but Liz had a slightly plump ass that was accentuated by the wider set of her hips. Janice had been the more athletic of the too, but Liz swam like a greased otter and her build made me think of a mermaid, except for her swim floats. Both girls were about a 34-C. What was a nice set of tits on Janice were made extravagant but the difference in height and frame.

Liz's 34-Cs were awesome!

Speaking of being a tease, I had seen plenty of her tits and cleavage. She was demure to a fault out in public and at school, but she did have more than one strikingly cut "little black dress" for gigs and parties. She also wore peasant blouses, tube tops, halters and other revealing tops when we would rehearse at her house.

She had the nerve to say, "My eyes are up here." to me once when see was pushing the limit with a scoop necked t-shirt and no bra on a particularly warm spring afternoon when I need to have her work with me as I prepared for an audition.

I answered her with, "I know where you eyes are, there hazel colored. I like your tits. They fucking gorgeous. She grinned and pulled the shirt down to give me a look at one hard brown nipple.

I said "Thanks". She smiled again and we went back to work. I'm an idiot. That's perfectly clear to me now.

I called Liz and found out we had a gig playing a piece we had played together many times. This time it would be part of a memorial service the next Saturday afternoon and we would make $60 a piece for 4 minutes of playing during the thirty-minute service.

Rehearsal with Liz- and a challenge

Liz meet me at her front door at the assigned time looking tanned, fit and damn hot.

It seemed the first year of college had been good to her too. Her hair had natural streaks of lighter blonde to go with her tan, which was set off by the white flower print sundress she was wearing with no fucking bra! I have to say I enjoyed her enthusiastic hug quite a lot.

We got down to business and ran the piece down in less than fifteen minutes. We were all business! We had no more finished than Liz's Mom popped in the room and offered "Lemonade on the deck if you don't have to run."

Done deal. We got to their backyard deck overlooking an undeveloped wooded hillside and were promptly served fresh, homemade lemonade and ginger snaps. Liz's Mom was the best. She asks a few of the usual questions of me: How was school? What was I doing this summer? etc. Then she excused herself saying,
"You kids have a lot to talk about, I'm sure..." June Cleaver in a fairly "hot" sundress

Covers Liz's Mom to aptly.

Liz waiting about 10 seconds before she said, "Be right back..." In just a moment she retuned with a mostly full bottle of Stoli and topped off both of out glasses before disappearing for another moment.

Liz returned, offered her glass to clink with mine and said, 

"Mom's not going to be the only one starting happy hour at this house..."

All I could say was 'Thanks..."

We did chat about our various school situations. About the time I absentmindedly noticed that they had a spa and some new decking to go with it, Liz pointedly said

"Janice is dying for you to call her." With a Cheshire cat grin.

"A little bitterly, I answered, "And exactly why should I do that. The last time I saw her, she made sure and told me all about her engagement to Dumbass."

"Dumbass" was Janice's rich boy, assholish and talentless boyfriend. He played trombone, went to private school and was my "bitch" at every audition we both took. I took some solace in that fact. It didn't keep me from being bitter.

Liz explained, "Right before school was out, Dumbass cheated on Janice with a 'little sister' of his frat at a party when Janice was present. He thought Janice was asleep in his room drunk. He had just fucked her right before."

All I could say was, "Get the fuck out...so he lives up to the rep...that's fucking amazing!"

We had to laugh. And we did...

Liz got a breath and a sip of the vodka lemonade and reiterated, "Call her...or you're an idiot."

"I'm not doing a rebound with Janice. She's all but wiped her ass with me twice..."

Liz blurted out, "Pussy..."

I countered, " Not getting' any from your girl..."

Liz knitted an eye, almost spoke and stopped herself briefly, then issued, "You won't if you don't call her...pussy..."

She knew how far to push me but wasn't ready for me to be quite so blunt as to say,

"Liz...I love you a lot...but you are about a bitch some times. What the fuck is it to ya?

You know the whole story. I offer...she rejects...she comes on a bit...I end up discarded. She likes having me as a discard...it's just fun to her."

"Gawd you're so dark...so serious...really...fuck..." 

She let that settle for a few seconds before reaching over for my hand. I felt a "charge" between us, but I was so fucking horn she could have beaten with a stick and I would have gotten hard. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck up things with Liz. Of course I would have loved to fuck her, but there was too much to lose.

Caving fully, I offered up "I'll do it."

Liz grabbed my hand again, walked up in the house to the phone in the kitchen and dialed Janice's number. I was speaking words of protest as soon as I realized she was moving this along.

It was a brief but fruitful call, with Janice glad to hear from me, ready to go "out on a date" and about like I expected, wanting to be taken out to diner and a movie, her picks on both counts. Janice didn't lack the ability to be in charge. In fact, she fucking loved to be in control. No surprises past her actual acceptance of an offer to take her out.

I left Liz's after getting a lingering hug and a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to ask her,

"Can't I take you out instead?"

I thought it best to keep that to myself.

A Date with Janice

Picking up Janice and the trip to Lombardi's was surreal and like I was stoned. I knew Janice was glad to see me and made all the right gestures. Her patented toothy smile, great hug and a surprisingly lingering and somewhat awkward kiss on my cheek that was more than halfway to be on the lips.

This was totally fucked up. I felt like she actually wanted me in some not quite sexual way, or was testing the waters. I felt like the cool and savvy I had found in the last year or so was disconnected, or maybe on hold. Not quite engaged.

I got us in the restaurant and seated before I made a fade away to the men's room

after we managed to get through ordering drinks (fuck I needed a cocktail...and that wasn't going to happen. No one wanted to get carded...). I needed a moment to get my shit together.

As I approached the table, I would have sworn that Janice was showing more cleavage and had undone a button on the sleeveless, checked pattern dress she chose for the evening. Her light to the point of see-thru summer sweater was now on the seat beside her and I was pretty sure she was well outfitted in white lace underwear under her dress, if the bit of her bra I could see was any indication.

Janice had always spoken in a girlish, southern way that could be taken for an affectation. I knew it was the aural mirror of her mother's Georgia accent.

"Buttah dozen meylt ihn huh maoth." would be the saying.

(Please feel free to apply that to Janice's dialogue as you like- I'll say you the full phonetic onslaught...)

We got through the meal which included a reminder of the why and how of Janice's high maintenance nature. She ordered a Caesar salad as her meal connived me into ordering linguine and clams in marinara and helped herself to a goodly amount of what became our shared pasta. 

Things took a turn for the interesting as time to leave for the movie approached.

At the mention of leaving, Janice leaned forward and touched my forearm to see if she could get even more of my undivided attention and started the rollercoaster ride by saying,

"Mal, I'm not really into a movie...it's too nice out to be inside." 

Pause...wait for it...

"Let's go back to my house and drink some wine and maybe take a swim...okay?"

My very laid back reply was short and to the point.

"That's a great idea."

I have no idea what she thought I would say, but I got to see a flash of confusion and then a very cryptic, yet satisfied smile. She thought she was in charge of things.

That assumption was very much a "We'll see..." for me. I was feeling really sure of myself, experienced and relaxed now that the initial disbelief had worn off. And I had really seen Janice use any new tricks yet. If she did, fuck it....

I would have to write the off as "should have known better" and let it go. I had just bedded three different women in the same school year and had a fuck buddy who probably would make Janice seem like a sack of potatoes in bed. The only question in my mind was would I actually find out, or was this just another lesson.

We talked on the way to her folk's house. Or mostly she talked and I listened. To her credit, she had matured enough to ask me at least a few questions, but not mature questions by any means.

"Did you have a steady at school?" she finally got around to asking. I knew it was coming and had made my mind up to be very clear about my experiences of the last few months.

"I did. She has moved to California to go to school out there. I'm feeling a little hurt at the moment. Her leaving was a total blind-side for me."

Janice had a tic that manifested itself when she was thinking or surprised at some action or thought. Her eyebrows knitted. I had made her mad once by asking if she played poker and how much cash she was holding. She might have been slightly dingy, but that one got through the fog.

Middle school girl question #5-

"Were you serious...?"

I enjoyed my reply a little too much, saying "We did some serious fucking..."

Knitting brows again...

"Is that all it was too you?"

I could resist another blunt answer.

"Janice, I mentioned being hurt. I liked the relaxed of things with Rhonda, but it bite me in the ass eventually. You can make what you want of that..."

Then I got something from Janice that I hardly ever knew her to offer. Her next comment was sincere and kind of sweet.

"Mal,...I'm sorry you got hurt. Will you be able to just thing about the good things you shared with her?" Janice and those damned eyebrows...I couldn't laugh just then, so I answered her truthfully.

"I'm working towards that. It's just a little fresh..."

Janice turned out talk back to the trivial.

Have you and Liz played the thing yet? She asked. And so on...

Out by the Pool

We made in to her house just fine. Janice excused herself for a moment before bringing me to the kitchen to pop open a better bottle of red wine that I had ever tried. After she poured us a glass each, we headed towards her parents sunroom by the pool as I followed with the bottle in hand.

She turned on the ceiling fans and stopped at the coach and lounge chairs saying, "Let's wait a bit to go by the pool. It's only 7:30 and we have at least an hour of light or more..."

I sat down on one end of the couch and she at the other. She nudged her sandals off and placed her feet on my thigh. What a long legged tease. Her nipples were hard from the temperature change and Her dress was gapping at the top as well. I didn't ask where the white lace bra had gone. I didn't care. The view was very nice and it was my hope to see more of Janice before the evening was finished.

"Did I mention that my parents are at the lake house?" she offered, very nearly batting her long natural eyelashes. "They never come home early." I almost laughed at the thought of her Dad catching me balls deep in his "Princess".

My hands got around her right foot and began to rub. Janice closed her eyes and sighed audible saying, "Gawd, that's good..."

It didn't take her long to scoot towards, her feet more in my lap and easier to reach. The shift in position also ran her dress up from just above the knee, slightly higher than mid thigh. The bottom button was now undone and I was about to see some more white lace. 

Janice drained her first glass of red quickly and I paused to get her a refill. Did she think that I didn't remember that she gets to tipsy and horny directly in proportion to her alcohol consumption? Or, was it all part of her plan?

As I reached for her other foot, she folded the soothed foot under her opposite leg affording a very nice view of her translucent panties. Not only did I now know she had the start of a wet spot, but I was able to figure that she had next to no pubic hair. Hopefully I would be able to confirm that she had shaved all but a patch of curls left to frame the top of her lips and to give her clit a little shade when she sunbathed in the nude. I'd like to see that.

I rubbed her left foot, ankle calf and knee. When I got to her thigh, Janice got up just far enough to reposition herself over my lap while she opened her dress to the waist and proudly displayed her un-tanned breasts and hard, crinkled nipples. Liking the position of control, she both kissed me open mouthed and deeply and began a slow grind on my hard cock. She was working both of us up to a boiling point.

Letting her reach for my cock and give it a firm squeeze allowed her to maintain the advantage. When she started to undo my zipper it was time for a change of plan. NO way in hell was this going to end up being a quick groping hand job that belonged in the backseat of car somewhere like a drive in movie. Did she think she was going to free my cock and pull her panties to the side and get a quick little fuck?

She could have had me that way years ago. Fuck that bullshit...not now!

Janice was not exactly a "spinner" as her height of almost 6" let her carry at least 130 lbs. or so very shape-fully. I stood up with her ass cradled in my hands, turned us around and sat her down in the middle of the couch at an angle so her long torso wouldn't be cramped. I slipped her panties off and got a look of surprise as she asked,

"Are you going to..."

Before she could finish her question, I put my face into her crotch running my tongue around the outside of her already moist lips several times before penetrating her with the tip of my tongue only. It was easy to do because as I had suspected, Janice was groomed almost bare with a triangle of soft slightly curly pubes decorating her in a way as to not be exposed by a bikini bottom. Her trim certainly didn't present an impediment to licking and sucking her pussy.

"Oh, gawd..." came out of her mouth as she wrapped two hands full of my hair encouraging me to keep up my efforts. I continued tonguing fucking, licking and slurping her most intimate lips and worked my way up to nudging, licking and sucking het aroused clitoris.

We would have been a sight with my face in her cunt, her with a leg over my shoulder and the other leg open wide like a swing gate that sometimes came swinging back to nearly smack her knee into my other shoulder with abandon.

When I sucked her clit between my lips and used the tip of my tongue to flutter it with a rapid and direct action, Janice came hard, loud and violently. She dug a heel into my back nearly hard enough to bruise and actually slapped the back off my head while flailing about in her spasm of pleasure.

Janice was stunned and breathing hard. If I had been so mean as to touch her clit, she would have screamed. The heat and scent from her cunt was so enticing. I stood up and stripped naked very quickly while a still stunned Janice lay there, blinking and breathing.

I was very hard. She was about to be mine on my terms. I took her hands and pulled her up, first to sitting and quickly to standing so I could strip her. No problem there. We had popped some middle buttons off her checked dress as we wrestled through her oral sex debauchment. I could verify now what I had suspected early. She was more deeply tanned than I thought. Only her tits, pubes and bum cheeked were lacking time in the sun. I've always liked the contrast on any woman.

She wanted to kiss me and in that, she got her way. I enjoyed kissing her back and kneading both her ass cheeks. She felt so supple and warm under my hands.

She sat back down to give my cock some attention. I appreciated the thought, but it wasn't my plan. It was time to get her with my program.

"Janice, honey...get on your knees on the couch. I want you ass up and face down, baby." Yeah, it sounded like an order, I meant it to.




What I Learned in College Ch. 04.1



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I Learned in College- Chapter 4.1 – Janice - Poolside Fucking 

It's not every Friday night that I have diner, drinks and a really good fuck with a long time friend. Janice and I had known each other since middle school. She was the best friend of Liz, one of my favorite musician friends and that situation had put us in contact frequently. Janice and I had also been in the same classes at times, gone to the same parties and hung out with Liz and our other mutual friends.

While Janice and I being together had some familiar feel it also lead to somewhat confused thoughts about fucking her. It didn't stop me from making love with her. I had a serious case of felling as if it was a "never happen in a million years experience" and the night wasn't nearly over. 

The other thing that was a surprise that evening was how malleable and submissive Janice seemed to be. She had protested for a moment at the thought of having her ass played with and ended up getting off on it. I had pushed her boundaries in several areas and been rewarded for my effort. This needed to be tested and explored much more fully than tonight might allow.

For a while, we both seemed to be taking a break after the intense fucking we had given each other. I swam a bit and found my self resting in a corner of the pool and all but floating as I felt myself relax. 

As I expected, Janice wouldn't be able to give me space for long. She swam towards my corner of the pool and as she closed the distance, she turned and nested against me back to front. I put my arms around her underneath her letting her rest her head, neck and shoulders on my chest as I cupped her breasts to give her support.

Janice's 34-C tits were wonderful touch caress and squeeze. Her nipples quickly hardened to plump little cherry size nubs under my touch. It was Janice's intent to get my aroused again as soon as possible. She was using her ass to taunt my cock and I had to wonder if she had any idea I would just as soon fucked her right in her cute little puckered anus and make her more mine before the evening was over. Or was that what she wanted?

She reached back and seemed to be trying to guide my cock into her cunt from behind when I, thanks to the water's help, spun her around and slipped my cock into her as we met face-to-face. Janice threw her head back and was open mouthed in surprise at the ease a depth of penetration. Her legs wrapped around mine as she began to push herself up and down on my cock.

I slipped by her face, just missing a full on kiss so as to get her left nipple between my lips. With all we had done so far this evening, I really had not done much with her breasts and nipples. She enjoyed the sucking and kissing of her nipples as well as gently biting of her beautiful tits that became my focus for the moment.

I hadn't been letting Janice fuck herself with me while I worked out on her nipples and tits long, when I felt her begin to ride me harder. Would she really cum that easily? This could be very fun.

Before I could do any thing to further the cause, Janice grabbed me by the shoulders for leverage and began to hump herself up and down on me hard enough to force me to grab her by the hips and hang on while she fucked me. Three or four pumps with a little extra hip action from me and she came sputtering with nasty obscenities culminating in biting me just below my neck hard enough to leave a mark for several days.

She definitely took round 2 decisively and to my great surprise. Maybe to hers as well, as she hung on to me legs and arms for quite a while after her orgasm. I didn't feel used at all, as she began to kiss me on the cheeks, lips and neck saying, "Thank you...that was so good..." etc. That was a long way from our positions of my longing and her calculated disdain of the recent past.

Taking a break...sort of.

I helped her up the steps and out of the pool, as she remained a bit wobbly from her exertions.

She asked me in a tongue-in-cheek manner, "This what they mean by 'fucked bowlegged', right?"

"Yes..." I answered, "...but you mostly did it to yourself."

After we toweled each other off, we sat down, refilled our glasses and sipped for a minute. Janice has never been one for dead air, so she began to not quite blither, but perhaps indulge in sharing thought that should have been left for another time, or maybe just left off period.

"You're a lot better lover than that asshole who wasted the last three years of my life." was her starting place. I nodded in a little too assumptive a manner. It amused Janice enough make her grin, but it didn't keep her from continuing. She did a little therapy working through the Big Five After Break Complaints:

After all the attention I gave him/her, he/she cheated on me anyway

I should have known when he/she stopped paying me as much attention

I'd never do that, what kind of an asshole does?

We were engaged!

I'll never find anyone again

Holy shit, she got all that in fast or I might have derailed it. Sick fuck that I am, I was amused that she would share all that with me. Sorry about your first break up the idiot that you clung to after losing your virginity. How many times does that shit work out?

My eyes must have glazed over from her spiel and maybe the large glass of red wine that I eased my ears with while she was venting. She got my attention with "I guess you didn't really need to hear all that?"

"Janice, I'm sorry. We're both hurting over similar situations, but I'm not sure I'll ever talk about mine...it fucking hurts too much. I'd just as soon forget it."

Janice was looking at me a little squint eyed...

I poked her..."So say it..."

"Say what?" she asked.

"Men Suck." I answered. "You know you want to..."

She laughed...out loud.

Something new for Janice

As she was still giggling and laughing, Janice, still naked as a jaybird came over from the other lounger and lay between my legs. She had decided to suck my cock and laid down partially on her side, tits brushing my upper thigh and her legs draped over mine. She had access and control. I was ready for her to do something with it as she hadn't really been attentive to my cock with her mouth yet this evening.

She held my mostly not erect cock around the base and began to kiss and lick at it. That got my attention, as did the cradling of my balls in her other hand. She began to stroke my cock with her mouth, which got me hard very quickly. I let her do what she wanted partially out of curiosity and in part because I was about to push her hard to get what I wanted. 

Janice was not going to be at the top of my list of best cocksuckers. She was pretty immature sexually. I wonder if I was her second lover. Maybe Liz would know. I could count on Janice to tell her we had fucked and I was also pretty sure Liz would want to know my take on what ever my relationship with Janice might be. It wasn't in my imagination that this situation wouldn't end up being messy.

"I might as well have a little fun while can" was my motto in dealing with Janice. It was time to see how well she took direction.

"Hon," I said, thoroughly enjoying her eye contact while my cock was in her mouth, "...take more of my cock in your mouth. I won't choke you, I'm not that long..."

She looked up, smiling around my cock, moved her hand off the shaft and did what I asked. She didn't take all of me, but it was way more than the sucking, nibbling and licking on no more than my knob. See made several deep strokes and at the last one, I felt the tip of my choke at the back of her mouth. It was a little more than she could handle this time.

Her mouth came off my cock as she coughed and sputtered a bit. She asked me sincerely, "How does all that go in me...in my cunt, I mean?"

Was that cute or what?

"Your pussy wanted me in there..." I answered.

It's funny to see someone blush after they've had your cock in their mouth. Not laughing is usually the best choice no matter how amused you might be when getting a blowjob.

Janice went back to sucking in a more determined manner. I massaged the back of her neck, carefully not guiding her or pushing her head down on my cock. That was not what was needed at the moment. She needed to feel relaxed and to trust me. She should have been relaxed, as she'd cum twice in about 30 minutes or so.

From the way my shin was slicked up, she was still fully aroused and juicy as hell. Was she aware that she was humping my leg?

"Do you always get really wet when you suck cock, Janice?"

She kept sucking and nodded at me with heavily lidded eyes almost as if she was high. I had seen that look before, but I really didn't want to think about with who and when at the moment. This was going too well to screw it up by getting upset about things that had no resolution.

Her ass is mine, literally...

"Switch ends, hon...I want to rub your ass." I asked.

Janice looked puzzled, so I re-iterated the request, saying, "Get turned around ass towards me. I'd love to massage your ass while you suck me more."

If Janice knew what I was up to, she might not have been so cooperative, but she had no idea that I wanted to fuck her in the ass. I had made that my "holy grail" with her right after I found out she was without her long time boyfriend and fiancé.

I know how to give a good ass rub and have other skills too. Janice became as totally relaxed as she could be and I got a great view of her trim buttocks, winkie, tight, pink anus and open slutty pussy. I could have used her juices for lube, but I had a better idea. I had noticed the built-in storage on each side of the Adirondack loungers and new some kind of lotion or tanning oil was handy at each chair.

Fishing in the side pocket without taking my eyes from Janice's ass, I had snagged a bottle of coconut tanning oil. I didn't even ask. I popped the top, got some on oil my hands and began to rub her the white part of her tan-lined bum and any other not too sensitive parts I could reach.

Janice took my cock out of her mouth long enough to encourage me, saying, "That feels great,...do it more."

Once again, if she only knew what was about to be done?

Finishing her thoughts on my ministrations, "I love the smell of that oil..." she offered.

It was at least as viscous as baby oil. A little finger work before and my cock would slide into her like her asshole was warm butter. I was getting really excited, but not so much from her mouth.

Now that her ass and my hands and fingers were totally greased up, I poured a bit more oil right in her ass crack. She never even made a sound of protest, but kept cooing on my cock as her ass continued to undulate under my touch.

Time to test the boundaries. I went for it, separating her cheek a bit and rimming the outer ring of her anus with both tips of my thumbs. Her reaction was to push back a bit. I held my ground for a while, but it wasn't long before the tip of my right thumb was gently bumping her pucker, but not quite penetrating yet.

I reached under with my oiled up left hand to play with her pussy. Finding her fingers busily working, I retreated back to her bum cheek. I thought better of my retreat and instead of trying to rub her cunt, I stuck the first two fingers of my left hand into her cunt so as to fuck her with them.

When Janice took her mouth off my cock and moaned out loud, I pushed my thumb into her ass as far as I could, besting my earlier penetration by half. For all practical purposes, Janice was fucking her cunt and ass on my fingers and into it with enthusiasm.

"Oh, fuck...you're going to get me off again...jeezuz, Mal..." she spoke through her groaning.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Janice." I stated, continuing to finger fuck her. My hand was soaking wet to the wrist with her juice.

"I don't think..." she offered...

"Don't think. Just get my cock in your ass. We'll both like it...

All to easily, she got off me so as to straddle my legs and positioned my cock at her cunt, taking me in a bit. She made the tip off my cock wet and ready. Nervously she repositioned my cock and gave it a try. She was lubed enough, but scared such that when the tip of my cock touched her anus, she lifted up and away.

"Do it again." I ordered as I reached back and spread her ass cheeks. When my cock head touched her pucker again, I held her hips in place and nudged her nether hole gently...again...and another time. As I pushed her hips down, we both felt her open up and let me in.

The moment the tip of my cock popped in past her anus, she began to rock her own hips downward as she worked herself further and further onto my painfully erect penis. We never hit bottom. Just as with her sucking, she got about 3/4s of my cock in her ass and continued to rock her hips back and forth, easy me out just enough to give me a lovely sensation.

Every time she rocked forward, her pussy opened like an orchid. I wanted to push my thumb into it, but dared not ease my grip on her hips. This went on for only a minute or so before she grabbed her own left breast firmly and cupped her cunt, inserting a middle finger making her self cum yet again.

Her second spasm took me along for the ride. I gave her asshole two spurts of cum and felt the third empty pulse from my balls as Janice's ass drained me. My head was pounded from cumming so hard.

Janice lay down on me, nestling her face in my neck and kissing me several times right where her lips touched me. She eventually lifted her head up to kissing me fully on the mouth.

When she broke the kiss, we heard Liz say, "Did you two just have anal sex? Holy shit, Janice!"

- To Be Continued -



What I Learned in College Ch. 04.2



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I Learned in College- Chapter 4.2 – Liz visits us –

From the last chapter:

"Don't think. Just get my cock in your ass. We'll both like it."

Liz had come in through the side yard gate and caught us fucking. And not just fucking...I had been nearly balls-deep in Janice's asshole. Janice sat up on me with my cock still in her ass, somehow strangely unembarrassed being caught in such a position by Liz. Rather than address Liz, she looked at me and said, "Good thing we got that done when we did."

I had an inkling that I was about to learn a thing or two. There was no way I was going to be the "bashful" one in this situation. Janice rose up of me, gently handling my half-hard cock as it slipped from her sweet, tight ass. I was covered with a mixture of our juices, the coconut oil and sundry other substances.

Liz had come right on up to us and was watching us disentangle with a more than mild interest. She looked me in the eye purposefully and said, "Hi, Mal. I'd ask you how you are, but I see the date went well."

I sat up as Janice asked me to "Please get Liz a glass and open another bottle. Okay, hon..."

I toddled off and just as I got to the door, I heard Janice ask, "What the fuck, Liz..."

I was torn between ease dropping and staying out of what might become a catfight. I bet on the little one because Liz was small, but very feisty. Thinking it would be best to give them a little time to talk, I found my way to the guest bathroom and freshened up a bit. It felt good to wash the "fuck" off my cock, balls and thighs. A shower would have been nice, but I made do some soap and a hand towel. I got a giggle at the thought of Janice's Mom finding that towel in the laundry. 

Stepping out the door with the third glass and the opened bottle of red, what I saw surprised me. Liz had lost her sundress and sat almost naked. She and Janice were draped over opposite ends the couch chatting as if it was nothing out of the norm for Liz to catch Janice with a cock up her ass. 

What did I know? They were roommates and maybe I was wrong about Janice's experiences? Nah...

The other part of the picture that I tried to not be shaken by was the state of Liz's undress. Sure, she was with true old friends who had just been fucking, why not get yourself almost as naked as they are? After all, it's a beautiful early summer evening warm enough to be pleasant and breezy enough to discourage mosquitoes. We were all friends, after all.

Liz had removed her tie-dyed hippy sundress, bra and sandals and sat in that way women can, with her legs folded underneath. She was the one with the all over tan. I could see that they had about the same size breasts, but I got a real look at how fantastic 34Cs looked on her petite torso. Liz's areoles looked twice the circumference of Janice's and were capped with engorged nipples that reminded me of caramel drops.

I had just fucked the shit out of Janice, cum twice and I was about to be hard again. I was fairly sure that I needed to avoid getting what might be a useless erection, how exactly to do that was the question.

I poured Liz a glass of wine and as I handed it to her, it was obvious she was checking out my cock. As she thanked me for the wine, our eyes made contact and she read my mind. She fixed her gaze on my eyes, as long I would look at her. It was like a stare down and who's going to laugh first standoff at the same time.

I gave in, looked at her tits appraisingly, blowing her a kiss when I was done.

Janice interrupted our mutual admiration party. "Are you two done?"

Liz beat me to the draw by saying: "Sorry...I was just thinking what a lucky girl you have been tonight."

"Is that why you came over...to check on us? How sweet..." Janice said sarcastically.

Liz tried to get things on a different path by asking, "Mal, what do you think? Was she worth the wait?"

"Very much so. I'm sorry we waited so long to be together." I answered, mustering all the sincerity and chivalry I could at that time.

Janice's mood seemed altered by my take on the evening. Seemingly ignoring Liz, she said, very sweetly, "I've always known you are a very nice guy. I'm sorry too. And I'm sorry that I have been a tease and a bitch with you before."

I could have been more chivalrous and made one of those placating "It's okay..." remarks. That's not a thing I was good at then or now. I just sort of nodded and waited to see where this was going, if anywhere.

Liz spoke directly to me, "Malcolm, you know how I feel about you. I think you have feelings for me too..."

I interrupted with a loss of composure that was measureable. "Look Liz...we're okay, right? I mean...you sort of helped this happen. You told me I should call."

She cut my blithering off by telling me, "Relax...you need to be able to wrap your head around what Janice and I want to tell you. Okay?"

I took a visible deep breath and nodded for her, or one of them to go on...

Janice took over at that point. "You're liable to hear this anyway if you run into the right people this summer."

She paused, looked at Liz who gave her a hand gesture of "go on..." before saying out loud, "Tell him, or do you want me to?"

Janice blurted out, "This is hard, Liz..."

I wanted to ask, "What the fuck is so hard?" but I kept my mouth shut.

Liz had always tended towards being to the point in all matters, so she clued me in.

"Janice and I are lovers...sometimes. We're not lesbians, it's more like we take care of each other when things aren't good...or sometimes when they are good. What Janice really doesn't want to tell you that her shithead fiancé caught us...not exactly 69ing each other, but in bed asleep, butt naked under the covers. He lost his shit over it. It was really ugly."

I was stunned. Liz was resolved in her usual way and had the start of a wry smile. She seemed to be very sure how I would react. Janice, on the other hand was nervous and petrified. I thought that was a funny reaction for her to have since my cock had just been all in her several ways. Her fearfulness had always been covered by sarcasm and snottiness. She must have felt exposed in more way that just one.

I opened my mouth to speak and paused for anther breath before saying, "I think that's wonderful. You two have always been close."

It was time to stop talking while I was ahead. Liz looked satisfied that she had come to the right conclusion where I was concerned and Janice looked like I had said, "Great...you two are lesbians. Let's party!"

I cared a lot for both of them, but at that moment I knew who I wanted to be with, if it was possible. It was better not to think like that and spare everyone the hurt. Yeah, I'm that dark about things in general.

Liz had to change the mood, or she could read my mind yet again...or both?

"Don't think you're about to get a live lesbo sex show. You fucking men are all the same..."

"Hey Liz... wait 'til I have a camera handy. I need money for school. We should go into business..."

Liz cleared the air with, "Mal...shut the fuck up...really..."

Janice got in on the act saying, "Come over here and sit between us. You can be our bitch." as she patted a spot on the sofa.

I got up and did her bidding. What would you have done?

They looked at each other as I sat done. After I got another sip of the wine, they both converged on me and kissed my cheeks simultaneously. I had other ideas immediately about a task or two for both of them.

The funny thing was, so did Liz. After the cheek kissing, she snuggled into my side sighing. I could feel her tits against my upper arm. She was taking her turn teasing me. How hard is to tease someone who wants you very badly?

I found out quickly. Liz looked at Janice with a gaze that said, "It's my turn." Janice shrugged as if to say, "Fine...whatever..." Her tits bounced invitingly as she did so.

Liz slung her legs over my lap and pinned me to the back of the couch with a probing, opened mouth kiss.

Here I was 6"-4' and about 225 lbs. and little Liz has me "captured". She knew I would have done her anytime she had asked and we all could smell how aroused she had become.

Not to be left out, Janice kissed my shoulder and neck while having a hand on Liz's tight but cuddly ass.

For a few minutes we were a tangle of limbs and lips before the inevitable happened. As they were kissing my neck and cheeks at the same time, the girls ended up face to face.

Not being able to stop myself, I said, "Oh, for fuck's sake...please kiss!"

Looking at me, they both grinned and then gave it hell with the kissing. I had a ringside seat with a hand on both of asses. I was as hard as I had been all evening and very likely to last a while. The last year had taught me that I could usually get hard 4 to 6 times in an evening, but the likelihood that I would cum and/or produce any evidence of an orgasm decreased markedly with each attempt.

Liz had been just short of fucking me for a while. When she got up to drop her frilly panties, Janice went down on me with authority, pumping my cock into her mouth with fresh enthusiasm. Maybe she was showing off in front of Liz?

I was a bit surprised when Liz grabbed a handful the hair at the back of Janice's head and pulled her of my cock, saying, "You can clean him up when I'm done...it's my turn. You're are such a slut..."

I would have liked to gauge Janice's reaction to Liz's dominant behavior, but I was distracted with Liz sitting on my lap and impaling herself on my erection. She sat down on my cock and sunk it in herself as far as possible and wasted no time rocking her pelvis and grinding on me. Not being and idiot, I let her.

This was my first time to fuck a petite girl. My size, height and attractions usually lead me to medium height to taller girls with at least a medium build. For a smaller girl, she had what could politely be called a "child bearing" build. It also worked great for fucking.

It wasn't long until she was bouncing on my cock saying, "Fuck me" and other sundry dirty talk. What surprised me was that she stopped suddenly, saying, "I want you on top of me. Fuck me hard!"

Okay then. It was my turn to surprise us all. I basically picked Liz up off my cock, motioned for Janice to sit back against the arm of the coach and positioned Liz face up laying between Janice's legs and draped over her torso.

Liz looked a little concerned as I positioned my self between her legs. I all but slapped her hand away from helping me get back in her, saying, "I got this..."

What a pushy little bitch! I sort of knew, but hadn't even thought about her "take charge" tendencies and sex. This was my second time of the evening to fuck a girl that I would have never expected to fuck.

Looking at Janice, I told her "You'd better hang on to her..."

Janice did the best thing possible. She cupped Liz's tits from underneath which both steadied Liz's ample bosom and made her nipples poke out even further. I did have a passing thought amounting to, "I wonder how many times..."

I picked Liz up by the bum cheeks and gave her a few trial strokes before beginning to hammer her cunt.

A few strokes after the pounding began she opened her eyes and mouth wide before saying, "Do it...make me cum."

I looked at Janice who read my mind. The moment Janice's hand reached Liz's mound on the way to her clit, Liz came very hard with a wailing sound ending in an "Oh, Fuck..."

As I continued to stroke her with my cock, albeit more gently, we began to hear wet, sucking, squishy sounds, which told me that had flooded herself with her juices as she came. I wanted to eat her pussy!

I eventually pulled out, still hard like a guy in his early 20s. Liz looked down incredulously saying, "You didn't..."

Not letting her finish, I said, "Liz, hon...I came twice already...it's cool..."

"Janice and I could..."

I wanted to cool her out. "Liz, I can't even feel my balls now...it's okay..."

Smiling at me coyly, she stated plainly, "I owe you."

"I'm not counting." I stopped talking because I had a flood of needy questions that made me feel like 13 all over again. I'm still working on figuring out what's "enough" and when to stop the party with no answers in sight.

Liz helped me considerable by asking openly to no one in particular, "So...what should we do the rest of the summer?"

That was good for a laugh.

Liz and Janice stayed together that night. It was tacitly clear that I could have stayed as well. I took my fucked out cock on home and got a good night's sleep. In fact, I hadn't slept that well for more than a month. I was pretty sure I'd need the rest if that were how the summer played out.

- To be continued -



What I Learned in College Ch. 04.3



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I Learned in College- Chapter 4.3 – Playing with Liz –

After having my balls fucked of by Janice and Liz, I did get a good night's sleep. I did have another thing I didn't want to muss that weekend. If everyone was true to form, my folks would sleep in until after 9 and My Grandmother would be up and out in the sunroom drinking coffee and if I was lucky, there would be homemade biscuits.

Everything was as it should be at 7:30 that Saturday morning. There was a fresh pot of old school, percolated coffee to which I added a wee dram of rye whiskey and Grandma was out in the sunroom, biscuits, butter and peach preserves at the ready.

"I was thinkin' you had to sleep in from bein' out so late." She said, rolling her eyes for comedy's sake rather than condemnation. The little bit of teasing done with, she continued: "I'm glad your up. I want to here all about your date with Janice."

I told her the appropriate bits and left out the parts about after the date and fucking both girls. She knew way more than she let on about how it was to be young and knew that in her day, I would have passed for being wild. That didn't keep us from having a long talk that called for coffee refills for us both.

What did shock me is that knowing I had been out with Janice and was playing a memorial service with Liz shortly that morning, Grandma offered up a plan for me.

"You should take Liz someplace nice for lunch. She's a sweet girl and in way, your oldest friend. I know you two are good for each other. Are you sure you don't want to change schools for next fall?" she offered.

I have to say that I thought for a second about saying, "Grandma, that a damn good idea! I just found out Janice and Liz want to live off campus and the rent would be cheaper with three, than two. I bet they'd like having a guy around for safety and fixin' things..."

That would have been fun.

What I said was; "You so right. Liz is good company and it's gonna be a long summer so we should have some fun after playing a funeral...geez!"

I got an "all part of the plan" smile form Grandma and just so I knew she still didn't miss anything, as got I got up to go get ready, she suggested that I stop on my way home and pick up another bottle of whiskey, adding, "You're gonna need that while your home."

After getting cleaned up and dressed, warming up my trombone and lips and managing to get out of the house without really talking to my Mom, thankfully, I was one the way to pick up Liz. Liz cleared the front door of her folks place before I could even come to a stop and get out of the car.

I got out and opened the door for her after getting a good look at her walking towards me in pumps, a just below the knees black dress and black and white summer weight sweater that worn by itself, would have had been called "see through". 

Liz also had a little black purse, a pair of dark shades and her up in a tight French braid. I had never seen her do that with her hair. Even after the night before, my cock was uncomfortably hard by the time she made it to the car. I hoped Liz missed that detail.

When I cheerfully said, "Good morning, hon." , so as to be familiar with her and see what her reaction might be, I got a surprise.

"Oh, fuck!" was Liz's reply. Sometimes I know when to keep my mouth shut and that's what I did. I got her door closed got in the car and headed for the church. All I did was breath and hope it wasn't all about me.

"Mal, I'm sorry about that. I want to talk with you about why I'm pissed, and by the way, You have nothing to do with this bullshit. I need to get my head together and get the performance done. "kay?"

Once again, not being an idiot and enjoying my reprieve, I said to Liz,

"Whatever you need, I in."

"Good. I hope you're not busy this afternoon because this may take awhile and I'm in no hurry to be back home." Liz continued.

"I'm all yours..." I offered.

Getting back to what I had always thought was a charming level of bluntness, Liz looked at me over her shades as she answered; 

"Really? All mine? I guess I did get some of what was up Janice's ass when I got there last night." She declared.

"Liz, I'll fuck you in the ass if will improve your attitude. But I think I'll have do do you harder than I did Janice..." I said, pushing the boundaries as always.

"You'll always have to do me harder than Janice, she's a princess and a cupcake. I should know, right? How in hell did you get her to let you...never mind." She finished, shaking her head in continuing disbelief at what she had seen Janice and I doing.

By the time we got to the church, we had cut all the bullshit and we both were all business. There's nothing interesting to telling about playing at a memorial service. It's always the longest hour and a little more of my life because I hate funerals. We played the requested piece, made up a version of a favorite hymn requested at the last minute and got through the service with our usual grace and panache.

We got paid before the service and Liz was handed an extra envelope after for doing the request. A graceful escape was made as soon as the thanks you and hand shaking was accomplished. 

When we got to my car, Liz flopped into the passenger seat as if she was exhausted. After closing the passenger door, I got in and got us away from the church, hoping that better things were ahead for the afternoon.

I wasn't sure I was going to get my wish because we were barely down the road when Liz let out a big sigh and said, "Fuck, I hate anything like a funeral. I hate churches, ministers and all that shit. Fuck it all!"

I kept my mouth shut. Liz didn't need me to second her rant; she was practically quoting me anyway. Before I could get up the nerve to ask, Liz told me what she wanted.

"Take us to the Bellman House." She requested.

The Bellman house was an old 1870s era hotel that, as was the practice back then, had a restaurant and now possessed a nice "salon" with an antique brass bar. Liz's Uncle had conceived of the renovation of the building and most of her family had invested in the project such that as a group, they held a 60% interest in the place. What that got Liz was run of the place and occasional trips to the bar, even though we were slightly under age.

We made it into the bar and Liz, after settling her things, excused herself and asked me to order us drinks. My concentration on her swaying ass was broken by the waitress's arrival and query as to what she could get for us.

"Irish whiskey and soda for me and Bourbon and a touch of 7up for the lady please."

I answered to the hot blonde waitress who had to be at least five years older than the two of us. She was attractive, but Liz put her in the shade several ways.

Liz came back just as our drinks were arriving. She had shed her sweater and now I could she her dress much better. What I could see much better was Liz's cleavage every time she leaned over. Her slender built, the cut of the dress and her generous tits guaranteed a great view. After the night before, she knew what she was doing. I wasn't so self-deluded as to think she hadn't known I would have been hers a long time ago. All she would have had to have to have done was ask.

I wasn't sure I really wanted a drink at noontime, but I didn't see the point in letting Liz drink alone. Liz was sure. She sat down, looked at me with decisive gaze that I wasn't sure how to read and took a sip of her drink. Well, I thought it was going to be a sip, but what actually happened was that Liz downed half the tumbler of Bourbon and 7 and finished her show with a "Whew, I needed that."

I took a sip or two of my drink and continued to let Liz set the pace of our not as of yet initiated conversation on the topic of her discontent. I have to admit that I was concerned about how much of her concerns could be pegged to my actions. But what else do you consider when you're a self-concerned 20 year old?

Liz took a second run at her drink and finished it, got the bartender attention and motioned for another one for her self and not for me. The question was would I wish I'd had another before long?

My patience was expended and so was my tact. I heard myself saying, "Liz, can you tell me what going on before you get totally loaded?" and wishing I hadn't asked. Her gaze fixed on me with I look I had seen before that said, "Really,..okay..."

She finally began clueing me, saying:

"My Mom got had breakfast ready when I got home this morning. She wanted to 'talk'.

What she actually wanted was to ask me why I don't have a boyfriend and why I haven't really ever had one. Malcolm, she asked me if I'm a lesbian and if Janice is my girlfriend."

This was the point at which I wished for my sake I wasn't in this. I'd just found out that she and Janice were having sex. The fact that it hadn't kept either one of them from fucking me was very clear to me, but still sort of a crazy thing at the same time. 

Not really being that helpful, I asked, "What did you say? Surely you didn't..."

"Tell her the truth?" Liz cut in. "Oh, hell no. That was the last thing my Mom would understand. My Aunt had never been married, but no one talks about it. We have really religious folks on both sides of our family. It's just not spoken of."

"So?" I asked.

'Look, Mal. I was in a panic. I told her I meet you last night and that we have been sort of flirting with the idea of being a couple for a while. You're my boyfriend. Congrats!"

she explained, smiling the smile of someone who thinks they're in deep shit and hoping for the best.

"So are we engaged?" I asked, hoping it didn't sound too sarcastic.

"Not yet. But maybe by the 4th you'll pop the question." Liz answered. I had sounded too sarcastic and she was more than my match in such exchanges.

"I'm glad you're not uptight about pre-marital sex. Than can be a real problem in some relationships." Oh, shit...I said that out loud. It was the most terse remark I had ever said to Liz in a straight voice that could be read as a little angry. Lots of things had being said in teasing, but this was different.

I was thinking about being home for Christmas during our first year apart at college. I went by the see Liz and drop off a present and she had surprised me by taking advantage of my holiday spirit and slipping me the tongue right at her front door. Her Mom saw out embrace and backed down the hall motioning for me to ignore her. Liz's Mom was beaming at the idea of the two of us being that happy to see each other. Perfect.

How many times had someone, usually one of our mutual friends asked if we were together and how many times had either of us dismissed it as a "professional" relationship? Too many to recall and yet here we were, a convenient couple.

"Well, so I cover your ass again, hunh?" I offered, being an insensitive fuckhead. It probably would have been time for me to take stock of my personal responsibility for two serious relationships that fell through in as many years.

Liz's second drink had come where in the middle of the telling of the morning's tale.

She hit it hard again before saying:

"Mal, don't bust my balls, oaky? I lied to Mom and fells like shit even if it's the right thing to do. What was I going to say? 'Well, Mom...Janice and I aren't full on Lesbos, but I do like eating her pussy sometimes.' That'd go over great." She opined with a full rolling of her eyes.

"I'm sorry. This has been a lot to take in on short notice." I offered.

"You're not thinking right. You're still fucked out from last night. That's why you can't think of anything smart to say. You've never had it so good." 

Now who was busting whose balls? 

Liz's Bourbon must have kicked in because she was back to being a smartass instead of a manic-depressive. She reached into a small pocket of the side of her dress that I hadn't even seen and from that pocket produced a key with a numbered brass tag, which she proceeded to toss onto the table as she looked up with a Cheshire cat smile.

"A good boyfriend would take me upstairs and fuck me silly." She challenged.

"I'm glad you got that key before you downed both those drinks. You won't be able to blame this on being drunk later." I retorted, picking up the key.

Having been here before with Liz, I assumed our drinks were 'comped' and let the waitress see me drop a twenty on the table as we departed. It was just good form if nothing else and we might need a drink later.

If I had any doubts about it, Liz's actions in the elevator let me know that her inhibitions were fairly low. We were in the space with an older couple that acknowledged us, but didn't engage in conversation. Maybe they were excited to get back to their room, who knew? 

Anyway, Liz stood in front of me and with her hand that was opposite the other couple, fondled my cock and balls from the first to third floors. I got hard quickly even after cumming several times the night before. Being 20ish is a great time to do a lot of fucking. No responsibilities, no worries and in this case no concerns about where this was going. Surely Liz was just using me for cock and a cover story, right?

My suit coat hid the tent pole Liz had raised in my pants. I was glad I had thought better of leaving in my car. I was thinking about throwing Liz on the bed or over a convenient couch arm, pulling her panties to the side and railing her, but we had all afternoon. Why fuck like horny college kids?

I had picked up the key and held on to at since Liz had questioned my usefulness as a boyfriend. At least I could open doors and drive her around. 

I didn't expect what happened next and most certainly lost the initiative to Liz. I don't know what I thought I was going to do, but Liz had a clear plan. By the time I turned around from closing the door, she had dropped her purse and sweater right on the floor, hitched up her dress and stepped out of her pumps in preparation to climb up me like a wild ass monkey. I had no choice but to drop the key I was holding and figure out how to get a hold of her.

Liz, at 5"-4' on a good day and maybe 120 lbs. or so, with a good bit of that weight being her 34-C tits was no problem for me to support. I had to hands full of her very slightly and pleasingly plump ass. She was kissing my face and neck and slipping her tongue into my mouth while running her hands through my hair and going after my tie and shirt.

Stepping carefully over her hallway full of obstacles, I felt her wrap her arms around my neck and hang tight to me. When I sat her on the edge of the four-poster bed, she seemed to have calmed down a bit before leaning forward to kiss my hard cock through my dress slacks. There are advantaged to being dressed mostly in black. I was sure most of her light application of lipstick was smeared on my face, neck and shirt collar. What the hell, it was just a dry cleaning bill.

Liz might have been thinking I was about to take charge. I know I was looking at her like a man deciding where to start on favorite food. She couldn't let her control issues rest and took next to no time to reach for my zipper, which I rebuffed gently by way of placing her hands at her sides. That got her attention!

I opened my fly and fished my cock out and let it point towards her face. At that moment I was thinking, "Suck it, Liz!" and would have been glad to explain to her that she had come into Janice's pool area at just the right time, a lot of the fore play had been done and redone. Even with that, Janice had been her submissive "fluffer" and sucked me hard for Liz's benefit.

Maybe Liz read my mind? More than likely, sucking my cock was the obvious thing to do, so she did. As much as Liz had taken control the night before and rode me to orgasm, she was approaching blowing me somewhat tentatively. 

I wasn't really surprised. I knew her well and until last night would have thought her a virgin. It might have been that she had way more experience going down on Janice than sucking cock, but she was warming up to the task.

Saying to her, "Just sit there." I stepped back and starting shedding my clothes. Liz thought to do the same and I continued to play with her saying, "No."

She started to speak and I shook my head 'No" without speaking. Now she was puzzled and I wanted her that way.

Stepping in a closer than before, I put a hand to the back of her headed and guided it back to my cock. She played along. That might have been the point at which she could have regained some control, but her not even trying had my attention and had me wondering how far I could push her. 

Talking another half step forward simultaneously put my cock head to the back of her mouth and let me reach over her torso and undo the nicely hidden zip at the back of her sleeveless black dress. The zipper ran all the way down to the small of her back. I undid it with one hand after getting it started and kept my other hand at the back of Liz's head.

My cock wasn't nearly down her throat but I could feel her gag on it a bit and hear her muffled "mmpfff" signaling a bit distress. I eased back a bit and slowly parted her dress pulling off her shoulders and getting another look at Liz's lightly tanned back. The strapless bra had to go, so it did. After undoing the catches and removing it, I flung away with a flourish.

With my cock still being lovingly sucked by Liz when I wasn't blatantly fucking her face and her dress around her waist so I could see those full tits and hard brown nipples, there was another step to take.

When Liz lifted her hip of the bed to pull her dress down over her hips, I eased her off the bed and onto her knees in front of me. In that position, she was the right height to take my cock in her mouth, so I held her with a handful of hair in one hand and my other hand steadying her at the shoulder and fucked her face. 

She was quite a picture with my cock in her mouth, her left hand holding her tit firmly and her other hand hiding somewhere in her panties, no doubt. It wasn't going to be long until I unloaded. Pulling most of my cock out of her mouth and catching her eyes open and gazing at me for a sign, I told her to "Suck my knob and tongue the underside."

She complied and in about a minute the first shot of cum jetted across her tongue to her surprise and my satisfaction. Rather than shove my cock into her mouth deeply again, I grabbed my cock with the hand that had been at her shoulder and shot tow more spurts. One fell across her chin and neck and the second I aimed purposefully at her right nipple and breast. I didn't exactly right my initials on her, but I marked her well.

I step back and admired my work. Liz was stunned. When she looked down at her right tit, she got to see the cum drip from her nipple and soil the lining of her dress right before more dripped from her chin and spattered down to finish the job of splooging the entire inside front of her dress. 

Liz looked up at me in disbelief saying, "I feel really slutty. You came all over me."

"I missed a few spots, but I'm just getting started, Liz. Welcome to having a real boyfriend." I said with a chuckle before telling her to, "Sit still. I got this."

I stepped into the bathroom and wet a wash clothe with warm water from the tap. Bringing a hand towel, I washed Liz's face and got most of the jizz from the lining of her dress. She was beaming at me like I was doing her a big favor. I don't think "You never really know someone until you cum on their face" is going to be on a bumper sticker, but it can be a defining moment among lovers and friends.




What I Learned in College Ch. 04.3



Cleaned up a bit, Liz stood up and stepped out of her dress, turned it fully inside out and put in on a hanger in the closet. Her ass looked fantastic in the black lace "boy shorts", her last piece of clothing.

All I could think of at the moment was getting her black panties out of the way and eating her sweet, wet pussy. How she could have much else on her mind was beyond me. But there she stood, almost naked, horny and freshly washed up after being sluiced with what I hoped would be my first cum load of the afternoon.

Then I saw that pensive look I knew so well...shit!

- To be continued -



What I Learned in College Ch. 04.4



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I Learned in College- Chapter 4.4 – Liz – First, We talk...

 From the previous chapter-"I feel really slutty. You came all over me."

Maybe I shouldn't have been so concerned about the pensive gaze of Liz's face as she stood there nude but for a pair of black boy shorts panties.

"Mal, I want us to make love this afternoon. It would be nice after me fucking you last night. But...I want talk about..." Liz coolly offered.

Oh, shit...I was thinking while keeping a straight face. Can't we just have some more sex? 

It had been a good day so far with Liz and I playing a gig (even if it was a funeral), getting paid and tipped well, having a drink and then the best part so far...we were in a nice hotel room and I had just face fucked her, cum in her mouth and all over her. 

Surely she needed a fucking worse than a talk? 

Her hand been in her panties while she was on her knees sucking me and she had to be wet and ready, so what the fuck?

I had a lot to learn about women regardless of how long I had known one, how horny she might be or any other considerations. Asking what there could be to talk about is like asking the sun shines during the day. 

Of course, I've left out the part about finding out Liz and Janice were friends with benefits, fucking Janice and Liz in front of each other and that Liz's Mom suspected what was going on with Janice and had confronted Liz, who used me as a cover story. 

Heavy sigh, mentally. Perhaps I lacked finesse and patience as a horny 20 year old? 

Again, what could there be to discuss?

Liz was without a doubt the smarter of the two of us overall. That wasn't going to keep me from using all my limited skills to derail whatever it was she was going to go on about. I had skills to use in accomplishing that and certainly had Liz at a disadvantage. 

Besides bringing water, I had picked up a small bottle of lotion from the bathroom. Backrubs can forestall all bullshit, at least for a while.

I explained to Liz that she should tell me "all about it". But, would it be better if we were sitting on the bad and I was rubbing her neck and shoulders while we talked?

So, in no time at all she was sitting in front of me between my legs and groaning and purring as I used my large hands of her delicate but surprisingly muscled neck and shoulders. This wasn't the first time I had done this for her, just the first time doing so with her nearly naked!

What most people don't realize is that an active, practicing piano has a lot of strength in the hands, forearms and so forth, right on to their shoulders chest and upper back. Touch-ing Liz was a real experience in how smooth and soft her skin felt over the sinewy muscle. I had more than enough strength in my hands to find the little knotted junctures in her muscles and gently work them out.

Liz purred and groaned for a while before telling me what I had missed in the last year or so. I got a not too clichéd story about Janice coming back to there room after a date with her asshole boyfriend and crying on Liz's shoulder for about the hundredth time. 

Nothing unusual, except that time, Liz had on a pair of panties and a tank top. Liz skipped a few details and got right to the point, which was Janice, in the midst of crying and being consoled, suddenly kissed an exposed part of Liz's right breast.

The way Liz told it, they ended up finger banging and 69ing that night. When they woke up in bed the next morning, Janice's brushed the whole incident of saying:

"I couldn't help it. I was so horny and you know I love you as a friend..." and so forth.

Liz's take on their relationship was no surprise and sort of the same reason we were fucking. Trusted friends and horniness can be a volatile combination.

I asked her a question to which I more or less already knew the answer. Those are the best kind to ask.

"So, why set me up with Janice if you wanted to fuck me?"

As expected, Liz answered thusly; "Janice, besides being a tease, is a jealous little bitch. I love her, but that's a truth we both know. She had no scruples about fucking you after we had talked about you a few times last year."

"Did you to plan what happened last night?" I asked. I got to hear Liz tell me what I was fairly sure of yet again.

Liz leaned back on me, lifted her legs up and slipped off her panties before saying,

"I didn't plan down to the minute. In fact, I didn't know what was going to happen for sure until Janice called me to ask I come over." Liz said. She stopped talking and straddled my lap with her back to me, as she leaned forward while rubbing the head of my cock between her wet cunt lips.

"Sucking your cock gets me wet.," she announced as she took me inside her wetness. 

What a view! Liz had a cute, tight, pinkish anus that stretched and winked as she fucked herself with my cock. Her ass was almost heart shaped. I would have asked her if she knew I was going to fuck her in the ass at some point in the near future, but being as this was Liz, she was probably showing off her nether hole on purpose!

Liz seemed to be happy doing most of the work and controlling the speed and depth at which we were coupling, so I let her. The rocking motion of her hips and the warm slickness of her cunt had the total attention of my cock. The rest of me was frozen in the moment.

After the sucking she had given me, and the amount fucking I had been party to in the last day or so, I felt like I could last a long time. If that's what Liz needed, so be it!

Once again, what I thought was going to happen didn't. Liz began to thrust me into herself with a bit more vigor as she laid face down on my right leg, reaching between her own legs and giving her clit a rubbing. I held my place and grasp a tight cheek with each hand as I began to knead her ass.

Liz began to groan and sometimes grunt as she fucked herself. I couldn't resist rimming her winking anus with the thumb of my right hand. The way her anus ever so slightly opened to my very gently touch made me wonder if ass play was part of the routine with Janice?

The last thing I felt that I could do at that very moment was to remove my cock from Liz's wet cunt and test my theory about her receptive asshole. I wanted Liz to cum hard on my cock and for my cock to be the only one she wanted. Who was a "jealous little bitch" now?

A surge of wetness from her cunt encouraged me to wet my probing thumb with my own spit and press it against Liz's sphincter. As I remember It, she came just before pushing back on my cock hard and helping my thumb go in her ass to the first joint. 

I heard her say, "Fuck!" as she, reaching back, slapped my left leg with her left hand and then dug her thumb and index finger into the tendons just above my knee. It hurt, but my cock and thumb were too happy to be bothered with a little pain.

Liz flattened out across my lap and legs and quivered just a bit. I kept rubbing her ass and did not remove my thumb from her asshole. I wanted it to be my cock in there...all slick with her pussy juice and a big load.

"Your thumb is way bigger around than Janice's middle finger." Liz said, belaboring the obvious and answering the question she knew I wanted answered. Then she rocked back on both my appendages.

"Goddam that feels good..." she said, before stopping her grinding and squirming towards my feet the disengaged from the penetration.

"Can we take a little break before you fuck me hard?" asked Liz, looking at me inquisitively from the foot of the bed.

"Come up here and lets not talk about fucking for a moment." I answered, reaching out to get her to come to me and cuddle.

Liz repositioned herself. Having her tucked in and wrapped around my body felt too good. I've always hated my ability to not live in the moment, but projecting ahead to when the situation has changed and mostly anticipating things being worse. I no way to beat back the regret at not having been together long before. It troubled me that I couldn't see how to prolong the situation beyond the summer.

- To be continued -



What I Learned in College Ch. 04



The look of shook and confusion was priceless. She started to speak, but I hushed her and helped her assume the position. She seemed to fall right in line and be handled and positioned as I wished. I used a hand to separate her legs a bit more by reaching inside her thighs to clear the way. The pinky finger of my down-turned hand brushed across her slick cunt lips making her shiver and start to wonder what I was about to do.

Trying to voice a complaint, all she managed to say was, "Mal, ...I'm not sure I.", before the head of my cock slipped past her pussy lips. I pushed her down with a hand at mid back and she submitted again, burying her face in her hands and groaning as I entered her as slowly and fully as I could manage. She was so tight that I could feel every ripple in the walls of her vagina. Bottoming out, I gave her a couple of bumps with my pelvis that elicited more groans from under the hiding place she had made of her arms.

Reaching down to catch her left arm at the elbow, I encouraged her to get her hand tucked up under play with herself while I fucked her from behind. Janice wasn't slow to catch on and began to buck her hips in response to her own fingers and I hoped partially due to the stroking I was giving her.

Finally she turned her face to the left so I could see her pretty cheek and her wild, somewhat unfocused eye. Maybe I would ask her what she was thinking as I pounded her cunt from behind. It might be interesting to know what a princess thinks when she's being done doggy-style.

Then I saw something that distracted me. Janice had the pinkest bunghole I had ever seen and it was winking at me, especially when my hands spread her cheeks in a vain attempt to get more cock into her cunt. Pressing my advantage, I spit right into her pucker.

Janice didn't even have an idea that she was being prepped for some anal play. She was over-stimulated to the point that rimming her pucker with my thumb didn't really get a reaction. I spit into her ass crack twice more and tightened my circling of her pucker in every smaller orbits until when in about a minutes time, she felt it.

"That's my butthole..." Janice announced, as if I needed to be clued in.

"It's very cute and it winks at me when I fuck you." There was some information she needed!

"Don't put a finger there...please." she pleaded.

"Okay...no fingers." I offered. 

I counted to three after she relaxed and went back to rimming her to no complaints on her part. Hell, if anything, she liked it. I had to do because I wanted Janice to know who was in control tonight. So my thumb went into her anus to the first joint. Her cunt and ass clenched at the double probing and I shot a load right into her tight pussy as I thumb fucked her asshole. She frigged her clit rapidly and joined me in orgasm.

I didn't let myself collapse on top of her totally but I did remove my thumb from her ass so I could lean forward over her reach around her side to fondle her breasts, hug her and kiss her shoulders and neck.

It took a few moments disentangle ourselves and getting to a sitting position on the couch. Janice lifted herself up enough to switch ends and lay her face on my thigh, barely avoiding a face full of more or less semi-firm cock. I wasn't dome with her yet, but we needed a break. She was looking up at me as she lay there as if we fucked all the time and had done so for years.

After a few moments to just breath, the old Janice came back out.

"Good thing I'm on the pill..." she announced with a tinge of sarcasm.

"Good thing..." I offered, "...you are full of my cum."

She wasn't used to my sarcasm and seemed a bit hurt. 

"I didn't mean anything shitty by saying that." she commented.

"I didn't mean anything "shitty" by cumming in you...fuck, that felt good. I hate to think how much fucking we could have done by now if..."

Janice finished my thought by saying "...if I hadn't picked Shithead over you...and I did it several times...you know what he did 'cause Liz would have to tell you."

"She did..." I offered, "...and as always, I think he's a fucking idiot."

I continued, asking, "What was the deal...he wanted dumber, blonder and sluttier?"

"You suck..." Janice managed to say, through her laughing, "...but you called it."

"Everyman's dream, Janice... I'll fuck you though..." 

-To be continued -



What I Learned in College Ch. 05



The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen.

What I learned in College -Ch.5.0- 2nd Year- Shelley

My summer of having two long time girl buddies who were slightly bi fuck came to an end all to soon. I had stray thoughts about changing schools to be with them, but it seemed a little like wishing for too much of a fantastic thing. It would have had to in some way end up as a colossal fuck-up. It just would have had to...

So, instead of trying to find a house for the three of us to rent at the real University in the state, I was back at the state teacher's college shithole doing marching band camp in a dry county 45 miles from the closest liquor store. Fuck me.

For those of you a little attention span beyond the fucking part, College Marching Band Camp, as we knew it at shithole state was a ball buster. This is so long ago that nobody even thought about heat stroke. You were just a "pussy" and couldn't take it. That was according to the asshole with a PHD in Music Ed in charge of the late August goat fuck that was marching Band Camp. Fuck him and fuck everybody in charge of that shit!

Anyway, we all lived through it plus or minus some sunburn, puking and an increased chance of skin cancer later in life. The capper of the whole week of bullshit from Dr. Asshole was telling us that there would be no band parties until after the first ball performance. He gave some bullshit reason about the local citizens complaining to the cops about last year. Fuck them too!

It was Friday of Band Hell Week and we had been released form rehearsal early so the majority of folks could go home for a weekend before the start of school the next week.

I had been home enough for the summer and would be able to see Liz and/or Janice, so I stayed at school to practice and try to get my head wrapped around being back at school.

By 8 p.m. had had cleaned up, eaten and practice more than two hours, or what I called "a good start". As I was changing to my bass trombone there was a knock at the practice room door as Shelley peaked in saying, "Wow, you sound great and I can hear you all the way down the hall. You're easy to find, Mal."

I had been expecting to bump into Shelley. She had asked several mutual friends about how I was doing since Rhonda left. She was naïve enough to ask both Linda and Curt without assuming they'd get around to telling me that she was asking after me.

We had a strange relationship. I had known her since junior high even though we went to different schools then. We both ended up in honors bands and played with the all city orchestra when they needed winds. By high school, it was more of the same.

She knew I had my eye on her back then, but she had dated a guy two years older that we were that was a mutual friend. That relationship lasted until the end of the school year when she got dumped and was told he was going to a college across the state.

The only big scandals involved there was that for a couple that were nominally considered Christians, he had a girlfriend that he had been seeing from the other school and with that information coming out Shelley had used the word "bastard" and a few other choice bon mots to describe what she thought about Robert.

The other consideration was that Shelley and I had two years of high school together without Robert around and she had used me as a surrogate boyfriend, hanging out with me on trips, etc. It had all been perfectly harmless other than to my ego until a trip back home after an all-state band concert. 

We ended up in the backseat of a huge passenger van being driven by her junior high band director. Everyone settled down quickly and things got quiet. Shelley tucked her feet underneath herself and snuggled up against me to fall asleep. It wasn't the first time or the first time that I had a slight discomfort in my pants at her nearness. 

Actually, it was the nearness of her huge 38D to DD tits. She knew what she was doing and I always let her sleep against nice, safe Malcolm because she would wrap her hands around my arm and snug my upper arm and elbow tight against those soft, warm sweater puppies. She done the same thing on a summer trip wearing a t-shirt and a sports bra and nearly caused me to have a stroke, or have to stroke it.

Shelley sleepiness and the motion of the van on the road and my fatigue caused us both to slump together a bit more than ever before. I could smell her hair; it was always floral with an undertone of cinnamon. I so wanted to know if that was how her pussy smelled.

Anyway, somewhere along the trip, her hand slipped (?) down unto my thigh and it had to by the side my cock was on, wouldn't it. If the van took a little bump, Shelley would reflexively hang on to what soon became my hardening cock. It would have been great if she had blown me and reduced my swelling. Instead, she woke up with a hand full of my tool and a nervous disposition. I played 'possum and she took a moment to figure out how to try and disentangle herself from me without waking me up.

She made the mistake of accidentally (?) giving me a little squeeze as she moved to sit up. 

Looking at her with my best "surprised" face, she gave me a nervous look that read as confused. I took the opportunity to make the only sexual innuendo remark to her of our friendship, saying:

"Hang on to me if you need to, I can hold you up." I said, glancing in the general direction of my cock. 

Even in the partial darkness, I could she her blushing through her slightly freckled complexion. Blonde hair, freckles, a little meat on her bones and big tits, what more do you need. Oh yeah, a willingness to suck cock...that helps too.

So, here we were about eighteen months later, both of us unattached, and her tracking me down to a practice room with no other exit. What now?

I broke the slightly awkward ice by asking, intentionally with a tone of incredulity to my voice:

"You're here, Shelley?" The implied what the fuck came through well.

She looked a little confused and could have shaded towards dismayed, before rolling her eyes as she remembered who she had come to see.

"I can't be home another minute. My folks are driving me crazy. It's been going on since last spring and all summer. Damn Robert. "

Yeah, her folks had it all figured out. Nice conservative Robert takes care of their little girl. I had that one figured out since the first time years ago when I had dropped Shelley off at her house. Her Mom looked at me like I was a feral dog about shit on their rug and hump someone's leg...but not Shelley's! I figured her Mom need a good fucking...her Dad was invisible in this dome of pussy-whipped-ness.

Shelley looked fantastic in a tank top; canvas shorts and flip-flops that showed off her freshly lacquered toes nails. Maybe I could get her to just stand there and let me jerk off...?

I tuned in from my fantasy to hear her say, "Would you come back to my room and hang out with me?"

Trying to find some way to keep my cool and knowing a few things about her since college, I offered a premise.

"If you'll let me bring some Wild Turkey and cokes. How 'bout?"

"I was hoping you were going to offer some refreshments. I'm not really prepared for school yet." She joked, excepting my counter offer.

She noticed that I had been in the middle of changing instruments and acknowledged that by adding," You can take your time if your not done. I'll go back and wait..."

When I said, "I'm done now..." and started packing everything up, she stood there beaming and laughed with a lilt that was all too familiar. Could I really hope to be in her bed tonight, or was this another (un)intentional tease?"

We walked back to my dorm and she waited outside judiciously because of the few other stray band geeks staying the weekend. I quickly packed up the goods including two fat joints stored in a cough drop tin.

We walked to short way back to her dorm. She had the good dorm with four girls to a suite, two bathrooms, a den/TV room and kitchenette with a real refrigerator.

Shelley's "plan" if there was one was perfect. No one was around, so rather than sign me in and leave a paper trail, we just walked in right back to her suite and settled in. 

She played the hostess to the hilt, sat me down, assured me none of her roommates were around rather pointedly and fixed us a couple of bourbon and cokes. She even had pretzels and mixed nuts. I hoped all the trouble was for a good reason.

Seated on opposite sides of a couch that was nearer to the size of a love seat, we were already in close proximity, as we talked about things past, both of our lost loves and sundry things pleasant and unpleasant. I wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way.

I didn't totally begrudge her all the "buddy time" from years past, but redemption would be nice at this point.

After getting us a second round, Shelley got serious and prefaced her question with the offer of a loophole for me to dodge through:

"Mal, if I'm asking about things you don't want to discuss, just tell me...okay?"

I snickered, and said, "What don't you know? We go to a little state school and come from the same hometown...I mean, really, Shel..."

"Okay, you asked for it." she countered, pausing before asking,

"Were you in love with Rhonda, or were you two just..."

I cut her off gently by saying; "I fell in love with her. She was very good for me, in fact she was just what I needed: hot sex, good company and a dose of reality."

It was hard to tell whether Shelley had just figured out she was in over her head with me. Was she sure if she was looking for anything besides a drinking buddy, or whether she had any real understanding of what couples that aren't 'religious' do sometimes late and night? 

The next question Shelley asked told me everything I needed to know.

"So, were you two dating? It was a little hard on some of us when you seemed to go wild last year. Surely you noticed..."

Maybe it was the bourbon, but I've never enjoyed going over the past, even the good times, so I cut her off at the pass again.

"Shelley, I noticed some of my 'friends' acting like I was a quandary or an embarrassment. To your credit, you've been sweet to me. Between the two of us, I understand how not being seen around me could be a good thing."

I let her soak that in. Shelley wasn't a dumb blonde but as far as I knew, she had no real idea about the party crowd either. I continued:

"Rhonda and I had a lot of sex, we drank and smoked a lot pot and hash. I don't regret a moment of it. I know how silly it sounds, but it was the best time I have every had and I feel a lot different for having had the experiences."

"Mal, you just confirmed all the gossip." she said with a grin.

Continuing she asked, "Can I ask another question?"

I nodded and was curios as to what she would ask,..Sex? Or drugs...?

"I have a lot of questions but I'm trying to be polite.", she began, before pausing again.

I gave her the 'bring it' fingers...let's she where this goes...

"Okay. First thing...what's hashish?"

I explained it to her what it was to her and when she still looked puzzled, I clarified by saying I liked to smoke hash before having sex because I thought it gave a longer high than regular grass.

Now she was really confused and her brow furrowed as she asked me:

"But if you love someone and have great sex, why would you need to get high?"

Shelley had to be a virgin.

This went on for a awhile until I made her an offer, partially to settle her down and partially because I was hoping to get a blowjob and at least suck her pussy until she screamed before this little party wrapped up.

"Shelley, you know I have had the 'hots' for you for years, right....? You know that I know you have thought about because, ...well... here I am..." I teased.

She did a great job of blushing and nodding. Before running her hands through her thick head of natural blonde locks and laying things out, as it were.

"Is this the point where you ask me to have sex with you?" she asked.

Shelley chewed her bottom lip for a second as if she wasn't sure what she had said was a good idea to say. She looked at me, as I made sure we had eye contact before I said:

"What I wanted was to kiss you. I have wanted that for a long time." I let that sink in as if she didn't already know I wanted her...for about four years! Then I continued:

"You seem to know way more about my sex life than I do about yours, so I don't see pushing things. I want us to be in a good place no matter what, really...no shit." The best part is when you can say something that might get you laid and you're sincere. I love that shit!

She didn't even stop to think, or most likely already had thought about me. After settling her nearly empty tumbler down on the coffee table shaped object in front of us, she scooted next to me, took away my almost empty drink and she swooped in to kiss me on the lips

The kiss began very sweetly with just her lips on mine and her hand on my chest, mostly used for bracing her self, but caressing me ever so slightly. Her hand migrated to my neck and ear with all of her fingers seeming to find a spots to work on at the same time.

Then the sweet part of that kiss was over. The tip of her tongue teased the back of my top lip with feather light licks before parting my teeth for just a moment. I used my right hand to get under her un-tucked tank top and touch some soft, smooth skin at her waist and up and down her ribs before cupping as much of her left breast as my hand could hold and kneading it through her bra.

Damn, this was going well. Shelley leaned into my touch and moaned into to my mouth ever so softly. I started to think that she might be getting a good fucking soon. It was about this time that my thumb found it's way under her bra and I got my first tentative feel of Shelley's impress rack. 

My intention was to run my thumb up underneath her sturdy tit sling and see if I could get a feel of the underside of her tit. At just the moment her bra cup slipped up a bit, my thumb bumped into the clasp at the front. Having no real thought that I actually could, I tried to pop the clasp open. I was rewarded with the front of her bra popping open from the strain it was under as it released her tit into my hand.

Shelley stopped kissing me and fooled for a second into thinking that I had just fucked up. It was quite the opposite situation. My handful of her tit motivated her to change positions. Shelley quick as a flash glanced over her shoulder at the door as if she was checking the lock and somehow whipped off her tank top and bra in the same motion before she straddled my lap. 

I have to admit I was fixated on her tan lined, freckled melons and the un-tanned triangles of tit flesh that framed her hard, pokey nipples. They disappeared into the palms of my hands as I rubbed her tits. Shelley's lips parted before tilted her head back and gave in to my massage of her way more than a handful of tits.

She surprised me by reaching down and giving my cock a squeeze before leaning in to kiss me more. When we broke the kiss, I had to say it:

"Going back for more, hunh? I knew you knew what you were doing that night."

She didn't give me the answer I expected, instead, Shelley scooted forward a little and settled her still clothed pussy right on top of my cock. Some where in the bumping, grinding, kissing and rubbing, my shirt came off and we were halfway naked, body to body. It was nice having Shelley grind us together as she rubbed those tits and pointy nipples all over my face, lips and chest.

I grabbed her by the hips to slow her down a bit and explained my situation to her.

"Shel, I don't care for cumming in my pants. What's it gonna be? Get naked and smoke a joint, or smoke a joint and get naked? Maybe in bed?" I teased.

"Really? You have pot?" Shelley asked in an excited but whispered voice.

Mocking her gently, I said in a loud voice, "Don't be so loud. Everyone will want some!"

What occurred next was the funniest part of the evening. Shelley's sitting on my cock topless and doing a ass covering explanation about "being a good girl" that hasn't smoked pot, had barely done as much as we had so far and just as I thought, "never gone all the way."

Never skirting a chance to fuck up a good situation, I asked her, " How much of that do you want to get taken care of tonight?"

Not answering me except by her actions, she got off my lap and made the gesture of helping me up before saying:

"Let's go to my bedroom and we can get high and figure out something..."

I reached into my backpack and found the metal cough drop tin that held a small box of matches and two joints of some good, rich, smooth pot. I had heard Shelley step into the bathroom at the end of her side of the suite and use the toilet. She stepped out of the bathroom mostly naked, minus the shorts but with her panties, which were a pale shade of green with white lace.

She took my hand, tiptoed up to kiss me and pulled me into her small, private bedroom.

I was surprised at how functional and un-girly it was. I remember thinking that I had way more extra stuff in my dorm room.

I handed her the tin and dropped my shorts and underwear. Shelley looked at my cock as if she had never seen one before. Saying, "Be right back..." I let her hang for a second and retrieved one of the empty coke cans to use for the ash.

We went right to her bed for a few more rubs and kisses. After which we settled in with me sitting up with a pillow or two behind my back and her snuggled up against me. It took us a while to burn the first joint down, as she was new to any kind of smoking. I lead her through the whole deal, first "shot gunning" her before letting her take several real hits.

By the time we were down to the nub, she had adopted very calm and placid gaze. I started wondering I had let her hit it too hard. Waking up in bed together sometime later tonight or in the morning, wouldn't be the worst thing and might actual be the right speed for Shelley.

For a moment, I wasn't sure what to expect until Shelley changed positions, wrapped her left hand around my cock as she started to gently wank my cock and kiss me more. This went along just fine with me reaching down to squeeze her ass as I kissed her from behind her ear, down her neck and across her collarbone.

Taking a break from kissing, but not from stroking my cock, Shelley explained to me that "Now I know what having a "buzz" means."

Her kissing and talking became more animated as she informed me of her next move.

"I'm gonna kiss your cock!" 

Down her head went and for a few minutes she kissed, licked and sucked me pretty gently except for taking most of my length into her mouth and applying suction until I grabbed a handful of her and instead of seeing if she could get the last two or so inches, I pulled her head off my cock and mentioned to her:

" Shelley, if you keep doing that I'll cum right in your mouth."

I thought she needed to know, ya know?

She put her mouth back over my cock and continued putting the big suck on me. Liking the handful of thick, blonde hair thing a little two much, I grabbed a handful again and started her short stroking me as to barely bob her head. That was going to be plenty enough to get me off at that point.

Her tits felt great as they rubbed against my thigh. Greedy son of bitch gave I am, I was thinking about the next time and how she would have to get wrapped around one of my legs and rest one of those full, heavy tits on my ball sack. 




What I Learned in College Ch. 05



That did it! I popped off while she was on a shallow down stroke giving her a pretty good sperm sample right in the mouth. She took it well without acting like I had done something wrong, but pulled her mouth off me, some of my shot drooling over her bottom lip. The next shot and final big ol' load of splooge shot across her cheek and chin.

She also did what I love a girl to do with my cum all over her face, she laughed and looked at me as if it was the funniest thing that could have happened. The next action was going to take some explanation later. Instead of looking for a Kleenex, my cum was wiped from her face with her fingers, rubbed on her chest as Shelley said, "It feels like lotion." with a surprised voice.

Now, I was really confused but I knew what I wanted to do. I was thinking Shelley wouldn't put up a struggle if I went down on her, after all some where in all this cock sucking I began to smell her arousal like a sweet perfume.

"I'd like to thank you by sucking your pussy, Shel...unless you want me to...."

It was her turn to interrupt me by saying, "Please do that for me." very sweetly as she beat me to the job of removing her panties and recklessly flung them across the room where they landed on her desk in a rumpled pile of pale green.

She was at a loss as to what to do next, so I leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth running my tongue next to hers in a subliminal message that I wasn't afraid of running into a little of my own cum and stretched her out on the bed with me between her legs.

My looking right at her pussy embarrassed her. It shouldn't have as she had a wet, slightly open pussy with protruding lips framed by a reasonable amount of trimmed pubes trimmed to hide behind the sparse triangular panel that was her sun tanning wear.

Shelley is literally hiding behind her own arm. Just to increase her embarrassment, I asked her, "Shel, has anyone..."

"No!", was her answer, "Just do it!"

I don't know what she was expecting, but I took long minutes to kiss her at the knees and even longer to get my lips on her wet, open pussy. When I kissed her on her nether parts, all I heard was a groan.

I thoroughly kissed, licked and slurped her cunt. It took time to get her off, as she was no doubt fighting embarrassment and inexperience. She tried to direct me through eating her pussy with injections like: "Wait...oh, slow down...not so...blah, blah, blah..."

It's not in my nature to get overly amused with people as they deal with experiences new to them, but Shelley was having real issues with control in this situation. That and the fact that she should have sucked my cock about three years before that lead me to push her boundaries.

She got the entire E-ticket cunt lapping experience. I kept every nook and cranny of her pussy for sensitive spots and found her to be another chick that liked to be tongue fucked almost as much as have her clit tongued. Shelley's clit was tongued gently, roughly, softly and hard and often. 

What did it for her was lightly tapping her clit with the tip of my tongue. Before long, she came with her thighs over my shoulders, my lips wrapped around her clit and a thumb fairly deep in her cunt as she rode the rush of her cumming. I went cheek down on her very little bit of a tummy and relaxed my face and lips while she ran a hand through my hair and told me in great detail how good I had just made her feel.

Without even talking about it, we slept together that night in her bed because it was easy to do so, even for Shelley. The partying, good sex and a week of long wasted days that it took to bring us together helped too. I hadn't slept that well for months.