6 comments/ 109178 views/ 1 favorites Just Before By: babylon "Oh God, this feels so good..." she moaned as he once again pushed inside her, filling her. God she wanted this, she thought, as he pulled out until just the bulbous, purple head of his penis remained inside her... She moaned from deep inside herself as he slowly pushed himself deep into her, filling her, stretching her with his warm hardness. Slowly, steadily, filling, withdrawing he was fucking her with a slow and steady, gentle rhythm. God, it had been so long since her husband had made love to her like this, she thought, drifting off in the warmth of the moment, remembering the desperation of her need... The first moments when he had come to her bed had been sheer torture. In desperation, she had torn at his clothes, removing them in a frenzy of desire until nothing separated her from the warm, firm penis that was now filling her. She had wantonly taken him in her mouth, sucking and licking his member until he was slippery with her saliva and his need was as desperate as her own—her jaw aching, he on the verge of cumming... Gently, though, he had carefully, but urgently, pulled her from her clothes and lay her back on the bed and began to kiss and lick her swollen breasts—swollen with the milk for her unborn baby. Soon her nipples were nearly rock hard and her hips were thrusting with desire as he gently rubbed her clit. Sensing she was on the verge of cumming herself, he had disengaged himself and began gently, warmly rubbing her swollen belly to calm her. "I want you inside me now..." she had begged. Obligingly, he crawled on his knees between her open legs and gently placed the tip of his penis against her opening... She tried to reach around her swollen belly to help guide him in, but couldn't quite reach... Gently, he started to push his penis inside her—at first it felt so good, but as he pushed in his own urgent need, his weight began to push her nearly nine month baby hard into her lungs and stomach. She cried out, but not in pleasure—rather in pain and desperation... "I'm so sorry," he said, gently, as he pulled out of and off her. "It's ok," she gasped, "let me..." And she pushed him back onto the bed. Clumsily, she waddled astride him and lowered herself until she felt his warm hardness. Playfully, she ran her slit along him a couple of times, then arched her back until his penis was at her entrance. She moaned contentedly as she lowered herself onto him. As his penis filled and stretched her, though, she felt her baby trapped between her and her lover... This time he groaned in pain. "This isn't working," he gasped and reluctantly lifted her off him. She had lain there, sobbing, tears of frustration running down her cheeks. God, she wanted him inside her so badly... In glancing over at him, she could tell he was as frustrated as she was—his arms were crossed behind his head, he was scowling, his glistening penis starting to soften. And then it hit her... She reached over and started fondling him, bringing him back to full harness. "I have an idea," she whispered to him. Carefully she manipulated him and intertwined with him so that he was on her left side as she lay on her back, his right leg over hers, his left leg over hers, and her left leg pulled up. His penis was now aimed at her entrance—and the baby wasn't being trapped... Eagerly, he pushed inside her... She thrust back... This was working! Soon they had settled into a slow and gentle rhythm... God she was so happy, so filled, so content... She hoped this could go on forever. Even so, she knew it couldn't—inside she felt herself building to her climax—and Chris's thrusts were increasing in urgency as well. She drifted off, willing it to happen... Suddenly, she was pulled from her reverie by the quiet but insistent ringing of the phone... "Not now!" she silently screamed to herself when she heard his voice on the answerphone. "Ginny, it's me... The trip is going well, but I miss you and wish I were there with you right now... Looking forward to seeing you. Hope everything is going ok and that you're not at the hospital having the baby without me... Love Ya'." Any chance of an orgasm was gone... She felt the tears streaming down her face. Chris continued to pound into her, even though she'd stopped thrusting back... God she hoped this would end soon... After a couple of more thrusts, he clenched his face and pushed deep inside her and she felt him pulse as he came, filling her with his semen... As soon as his spasms subsided, he pulled out of her and stood up, leaving her lying on the bed—tears streaming down her face and his cum leaking out of her. She watched him dress—normally she liked to look at his lean, dark body as he did so, but tonight, she just wanted him gone. "Call me when you want to get together," he said, not even kissing her good bye, and was gone... Just Before Dawn I could not have slept more than three hours before I was woken. We had had a good time with Cassandra's friends last night. It was really a pleasure to have gotten to know Beth and Soraya so well. Now I could feel a heavy presence over my face. Being a bit woozy from the previous night, I started to panic. I started to thrash around. Strong hands grabbed my arms. Relieved, I realised it was Cassandra. It was a smell I had grown to know so well. She had her thighs on either side of my face. Her hands went behind my head and lifted it up towards her pussy. "It's time to wake, pussy cat. Time to taste Mommy's milk," she cooed. Slowly my mouth neared her centre. My tongue automatically came out and tasted her early morning juices. They were a pungent mixture of sweat, piss and early arousal fluid. This was the aroma I had grown to love. I could feel the faint scratches of the stubble of pubic hair scratching my nose and cheeks as face was brought into contact with her. My tongue was still half asleep as I entered between her folds searching for her clitoris. It wasn't hard to find. Years of steroid consumption had turned it into a little penis. My tongue was still thick with too much alcohol from the night before and too little sleep. It couldn't perform the delicate strokes Cassandra loved. Clumsily I moved it back and forth and tried to get it into her pussy hole. Her hole was too dry and my tongue not lubricated enough to get it inside. "Cat got your tongue, sweetie pie? Come let Mommy help you," and with that she let a tiny stream of piss loose. I was unprepared for this and the stream splattered across my face. She quickly moved to rub her pussy on my newly wet face. Her clitoris, which was starting to emerge from between her folds mashed against my nose. She ground it slowly and deliberately back and forth. "Open your mouth, pussy needs her milk," she commanded. This I did without hesitation. She was my boss after all. Another stream of piss came. This time I was ready and caught it in my mouth. "Don't swallow, pussy. Savour Mommy's golden liquid. I saved it up just for you," she said. I tasted the acrid piss. It was horrible but I dared not disobey her. She went back to the slow grind of her clitoris on my nose and chin. I struggled to breathe, particularly when she spent a long time rubbing herself on my nose. All the time I had this foul piss in my mouth. After a few minutes of this torture she allowed me swallow the piss. At least this had the effect of lubricating my tongue. "That should have wakened pussy's tongue," she said. And indeed it had. I was now wide awake from that unexpected drink. "Come don't you dare tease me, you know what Mommy needs," she said. Down her pussy came and she lifted my head right up against her. My tongue remembered all its old skill as it went to work in earnest. First I cleaned her slit of all the remnants of the piss. The taste wasn't so bad now that I had drunk a concentrated burst of it. After that I went to work on her clitoris. First I went to the underside of it where it entered her body. I knew that she didn't like for me to attack the head in the beginning. Her clitoris had grown by this time. It was peeking out of her folds begging to be satisfied. I kept probing all around the clitoris without making any direct contact with it. Occasionally I would dip my tongue into her slit. I could feel the wetness deep within her. Her juices together with my spit and the remains of the piss were running down my chin making a right royal mess on my breast. I managed to extricate my arms from the blankets and reached up for her nipples. She had pointy pink nipples on small, firm, tear-shaped 32B breasts. I found her nipples erect and pulled and twisted them firmly in the way she liked. She now started making jerky movements with her pelvis. This told me that she was ready for a direct assault on her clitoris. It had grown into a 5cm little cock at this stage. I started sucking on it as one would a man's cock. Meanwhile my tongue would dip into her slit as she moved my head back and forth. "Oooh, that's sweet," she moaned. "Mommy likes what you're doing, pussy cat. You're doing Mommy sooo good. Aaah, aaah, aaaah. Mommy loves your tongue. You're such a sweet pussy sucking wench!" The heat was building up between her thighs. I could feel it building it within her. Her muscular thighs were pressing ever firmer against my face as she neared her climax. I felt as if I was fused with this muscle-bound colossus. Her desire and excitement was being transmitted to me through her massive clitoris. My own pussy started to moisten involuntarily. I could feel her orgasm approaching in the suffocating furnace between her thighs. I struggled to breathe as her thighs tightened around my head. Her voice rose an octave while viler things came from her mouth, "That's it, my bitch. Harder. Harder, I said. Don't play with me, you ugly hag. Make Mommy come, you ungrateful slut." My tongue was growing numb. My ears were burning from the friction of her thighs. My face was an unholy mess of sex juices. I knew I couldn't keep this up much longer. I prayed that she would come soon. Just when I thought I couldn't go on, her clitoris started contracting. Joyously I recognised this as the onset of her orgasm. She started with tiny jerky movements of her pelvis. Her words had changed to animal grunts. Then it came. "Aieeeee!" she wailed. This continued for two or three minutes until she started coming down from her orgasm. The movements of her pelvis subsided. At last I could breathe again. She stayed slumped over me for a few minutes while her breathing returned to normal. I waited patiently for her to finish. She sat up on my chest and looked down at me. Her pale blue eyes had lost their lust and looked down at me with satisfaction. "I thought you had good dictation skills when I hired you but I didn't know how good that tongue of yours really was. I'm glad I took a chance on you even though you were the ugliest applicant." She patted my cheek and bent down to kiss me on the forehead. "Did you enjoy that, pussy? Open up for me," Cassandra reached back and threw the blankets off me while I spread my legs and lifted my hips off the bed as far as it would go with her sitting on top of me. She put two thick fingers in my mouth for me to lick and then stuck one each into my arse and pussy. Her middle finger went painfully into my dry arse while her index finger went into my now slimy pussy. I winced went her finger entered my arse but the pain was overtaken by the pleasure of her other finger in my pussy. It was such a long time since she entered me there. "Looks like pussy liked helping Mommy," she said. "Yes, Miss Howe," I replied as her finger grazed my clitoris as she sawed her fingers up and down. "What's this?" she asked as her finger delved deeper into my anus. "Push." I pushed while she dug. She came out with some horrid brown stuff and brought it to my lips. I dutifully opened and sucked my own shit off her finger. It felt nutty and tasted awfully bitter. I felt the first spasms of vomiting but determinedly held back. It would simply not do to throw up on my boss. She went back for more a couple of times. I really started feeling sick but kept a smile on my face. Cassandra stared fixedly into my eyes as she waited for me to lick every last drop from her fingers and swallow it all each time. "God, what a dirty girl you are, Fiona," she said. "Why do I always find such depraved sluts? Happily gulping down your own shit." With this she fished a sizable piece out of my bum and smeared it up my nostrils. "You look really slutty and uglier than usual, Fiona," she said. "Well, we don't have time to play now, now do we? I've got to run, sweetie. Mommy's got important business this morning." With this she got off me and traipsed to the shower. I remembered that Cassandra had a photo shoot with her bodybuilder friends up in the mountains this morning. I realised that the reason why she was so savage this morning was to take the edge off her horniness. Her friends didn't know that she was into girls. She would not have been able to hide her lusty peeks at their naked bodies for the entire morning as they posed amongst the rocks. Now that her lust was sated she could act like a straight woman. The shit drying on my upper lip was a stark reminder of what Cassandra had turned me into. Even so I couldn't help being excited by her. Lazily and secretely I played with myself while she sang in the shower. Cassandra didn't like me playing with myself. She said it was a sign of depravity and disrepect for her. When she emerged from the bathroom I looked at her body with admiration. It was incredible that this athlete had chosen me as her lover. She stood 1.79 metres tall. Blond hair in a page cut. Proud, perky breasts topped a flat tummy with rippling abdominal muscles, muscular thighs and well-defined calves. Her entire body was denuded of any hair after she shaved herself in the shower. She was twelve years my junior at twenty-seven years old. She looked like a goddess and was already an associate in our law firm. How lucky could I get? She bent over the bed when she was done dressing. "Mommy has to go now. Sorry that I don't have time to help you with your problem. I'll ask Carol to see to you. Do you love Mommy, pussy cat?" she asked rubbing me between my spread legs through the bedclothes. "Yes, Miss Howe, I love you," I replied arching my hips towards her hand. "Good, then give Mommy a kiss" I stretched and fastened my lips on hers. Her strong tongue invaded my mouth immediately sending a jolt of electricity straight down between my legs. It was over way too soon as her tongue left my mouth after a few seconds. "You taste like shit," she spat on my face. "How can you kiss me with that foul mouth? Don't you have any respect for me?" "I-I-I am sorry, Miss Howe, I do respect you," I stammered. Cassandra stared down at me with those cold, blue eyes with barely concealed contempt playing on her thin lips. She slipped her hand under the sheets and came into contact with my hairy, slippery mound. Her finger slipped inside my pussy and she held me as one would a bowling ball. Her powerful arms and fingers roughly lifted me and pushed me down onto the bed. She was driving me to a huge orgasm. "Miss Howe, I'm getting so c-c-close ... can I please come now?" I beseeched her. "No, control yourself, you oversexed slut," she replied. This was getting increasing difficult to do as she mercilessy pounded me up and down like a rag doll. I was losing the battle as my spine started tingling with the early stages of my my orgasm. She gave my pussy one last poweerful squeeze from which I almost came. Then suddenly she gave me an almighty punch in my solar plexus. "Horny, disobedient slut!" Cassandra exclaimed. The air whooshed out of my lungs and my eyes flew wide in surprise. I crawled up into a foetal position, clutching my tummy. She coolly looked at me in torment for a few seconds, then grabbed her bags and left the room. I was left writhing with tears streaming out of my eyes in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure as I heard her high heels clicking down the stairs. I heard saying something inaudible to Carol and then she was out of the front door. Just Before The Concert It was Mark's lousy luck that the men's choir was to perform at uber-liberal Jenkins College on April 1. At least that was how his sophomore mentor on the choir, Charles, felt about it when he arrived at breakfast that morning just before they left for the concert. Or it just might prove to be a stroke of great luck for Mark. That, Charles figured, was probably up to him at this point. But it did assuage his guilt a bit. The guys had been teasing Mark all week with hints about how utterly, perversely radical Jenkins College was, including one particular quirk that Mark would just have to partake of when they got there. Charles reported to Chris and Mike at breakfast that their April Fool's ruse had been a complete success, whether he approved or not. "Guys, I think you could tell him the place is a nudist colony at this point, and he'd probably believe you!" "Thank heavens it isn't," Chris quipped. "The one weekend out of the whole season that the women aren't joining us!" "Would you really want to go to a nudist colony with that crowd anyway?" Mike asked. "Dude, what are you talking about?" Chris replied. "Our ladies are beautiful!" He cast a longing eye across the dining hall at the table where the women's choir was congregating for their own solo trip. Most of them were in sweatshirts and jeans, their gowns packed away to be changed into at their destination; but even dressed casually they were a lovely bunch, with their coiffed hair and well-tended figures. Though some of them were longtime platonic friends, Chris had no qualms about admiring them all without a stitch of clothing among them. That was one drawback to a college as conservative as his own politics and attitude -- it did mean the women didn't put out for the most part. "No, I mean the Jenkins girls," Mike said. "Bunch of smelly hippies -- I do not need to see them naked, and I don't want them corroding our lovely ladies with their crazy feminist ideas either." "Sure gonna miss our ladies on the bus, though," Charles said. "No offense, but it's gonna be a long two hours with all you guys and just Patty, Lynn and Tanya." "Speaking of whom," Mike asked, "Charles, I take it you've got them in on the joke?" "Oh, uh, of course." Charles hoped he didn't sound too nervous. "Yeah, they're fine with it," he said. "You don't look too sure," Chris said. "Well, guys, I'm not," Charles confessed. "Doesn't this all seem kind of mean-spirited for an April Fool's joke? What's Mark really done to deserve to be humiliated like this?" "Don't go soft on us, Charles," Mike ordered. "We all went through it when we were freshmen. I got handcuffed to my bed at a hotel on the spring break tour, and they freed me with just about one minute to get dressed before the bus left. I got my suit on, no harm done." "I guess that just doesn't seem as bad as this, though," Charles said. "I feel sorry for Mark." "Don't," Chris said. "If anything, the little brat ought to thank us for helping him grow up." "I do feel kind of bad for Patty and them, though," Mike said, "Having to bother with a brat like Mark at all." "Then maybe they should've kept their tits out of our men-only trip," Chris said. "I don't know what Miles was thinking, having us do a piece that needs three women on the only trip we've got to ourselves." "It's a beautiful piece," Charles countered. "And I wonder if the girls want to be there any more than we want them there." "They volunteered," Mike said. "Mrs. Peters asked for one soprano and two altos, and apparently she had plenty of volunteers to choose from." "Figures they wouldn't want to leave us alone even this one lousy weekend," grumbled Chris. "Good for them agreeing to help us out with Mark, though." "I guess." Charles figured it was best not to push the subject any harder anyway. His own April Fool's initiation having involved a fairly harmless prank about wearing his tux to a dress-down party, he concluded there were certain things he was never going to understand. Like why the men's choir called their director by his first name -- Miles -- while his wife's charges in the women's choir called her Mrs. Peters. Or why their very conservative Catholic college had anything to do with radical colleges like Jenkins in the first place. Or why anyone felt it was necessary to humiliate the new arrivals in the choir before welcoming them fully into the fold. Did the women do that, he wondered, letting his gaze wander to their table? Most of all, would his role in today's April Fool's trick put an end to the whole silly thing? He could only hope, both for himself and for Mark! He was still thinking about all that when several other choir members -- including Mark -- arrived, so there was no further opportunity to comment on the matter. Just as well, Charles figured. A burst of screeches and laughs as Andy Burwell was treated to his freshman April Fool's joke -- a spurt of what looked like hot sauce but was really disappearing ink -- turned Charles' attention elsewhere for the moment anyway. "So, tell me again," Mark said to Charles as the bus hurtled through the drizzly early spring morning not long afterward. "A coed locker room? And isn't it mostly guys using it, hoping to see a girl or two?" "I dunno, probably," Charles said reluctantly. Figuring he had no choice, he went on. "But this is Jenkins College we're talking about. Maybe you've heard how most of the students there are gay anyway. Maybe that's why they started the coed locker room, some of them might be more comfortable that way." "I hope Patty and Tanya and Lynn are okay with it," Mark said, casting a glance at the back of the bus where the trip's three token women were immersed in their own conversation. They all looked quite happy at least -- no sign of trepidation at being cast in with all the guys when it was time to change for the concert. Charles laughed. "No, Mark, it's optional! There's a locker room for men only and one for women only, and then there's the coed one. Anyone who doesn't feel comfortable with it doesn't have to have anything to do with it! But you never know about Patty and them -- they did volunteer for this trip, after all." "God, I hope so," Mark said with another, unapologetically longing look at the trio. Lynn, a lithe Asian, and flaxen haired Tanya were both cute, but it was tall Patty with her shaggy red hair and full figure whom Mark found truly enticing. As Mark took another discreet look at their corner of the bus, he saw Patty was in the midst of a joke that the others found hilarious, and was even treated to the sight of her generous breasts jiggling a bit as she laughed. "You like Patty, don't you?" Charles had only the slightest reason to believe as much, but he was hopeful about it. "Well...yeah," Mark admitted. "She's really nice, the few times we've talked at least, and I've been hoping to get to know her better. And that body!" "You don't mind a woman taller than you, then?" Charles asked. "Not at all! Those long legs...and she's just so...big, but not fat, you know? Proportional, I guess." "Proportional! Yeah, that's sexy, Mark. Honestly, I'm a bit intimidated by women who are bigger than me." But privately he was delighted with Mark's revelation. "Careful what you wish for," said Chris from behind them, having overheard the whole conversation. "Amazons like her are usually ball-busters. A guy who graduated last year, Sam Huritz -- Charles knows him -- she once slugged him just for flirting with her." Charles couldn't keep up the charade for that. "Yeah, I remember Sam," he said. "The guy was a creep, always coming on like a freight train. I don't know what Patty did to him, but he probably deserved it. Pretty sure Mark wouldn't mistreat her like that." "We'll see, if they do end up together in the coed locker room and you show too much interest, Mark," Chris warned. "I'd avert my gaze if I were you. Even if she doesn't attack you, you might not like what you see anyway. Anyone that big and tall probably has a dick hidden in there somewhere anyway." "Aw, I don't know if I want to use the coed locker room anyway," Mark confessed, with another look back at the women. "Look at them, comfortable with us...I don't want to abuse that." "Mister Sensitive here," Chris grumbled. "If they use the coed room, then they don't mind having you there, don't you think?" "Makes sense to me, Mark," Charles said. Mark thought longingly of the chance at a discreet look at Patty in her underwear -- he didn't even dare imagining her naked; it just felt disrespectful -- and felt a salacious smile growing on his face. Charles and Chris clearly approved. "We'll see," he said at last, wondering if he could be brave enough to put on the same show for Patty, and if she'd even want to see it. But there was only one way to find out! It was a long drive, and as the bus approached Jenkins, the conversations died down as many of the students fell asleep. Mark did his best to join them, but the potential of later in the day was just too enticing. Chris was no doubt right, if Patty and the others were brave enough to change in the coed room, they ought to be fine with seeing and being seen by others. He did his best not to get his hopes up too high on the whole thing, but it was a losing battle and he knew it. The bus finally pulled to a stop just in time for lunch, which was to be served at the Jenkins dining hall. Charles was tasked with detaining Mark after the meal long enough for Chris and Mike to get to the concert hall and complete the ruse. Despite his misgivings, he was now happy to do that as he saw things just might go perfectly. Throughout lunch he did his best to engage Mark in conversation, which was easier than usual as Mark was unusually talkative. "So this is crazy Jenkins," he said, looking around the dining hall at the students. "Funny, they don't really look that different from us, do they?" he asked. "Maybe dressed a little more casually than we usually do, but otherwise?" "Can't really tell by looking, I guess," Mark said, noticing with some relief out of the corner of his eye that Mike and Chris were getting up to leave. "They say the girls here are a lot freer, but a lot of them like other girls, too." "I think I could get used to being around that," Mark said. Inevitably, though, his eye was drawn two tables over to Tanya, Lynn and Patty, who were engaged in comfortable conversation with a couple of their senior guys. "Yeah, I'll bet you could, Mark," Charles said with a grin. "But all the time? I think the place would run us ragged." Figuring Mike and Chris had enough of a head start, he stood up and flashed the agreed-upon hand signal at the women; Tanya saw him and nodded. "Shall we head over now?" Mark looked as nervous as he felt. "Sure," he said, standing up. "I'm still not entirely sure I want to try this coed locker room, but..." "Oh, do it!" Charles said. "Just this once, do it, then you'll always know you were brave enough to give it a try!" "Are you going to?" Mark asked. "Me? No, sorry," Charles said. "I did last year and it was great fun, but...well, Lynn is a good friend of mine from way back. It'd be like my sister seeing me naked. No thanks!" "I guess I've got no such excuse," Mark said. "Yes, and come on, you're hoping for a look at Patty, aren't you?" "I cannot tell a lie," Mark said with a grin. "Not sure how I feel about being able to look but not touch, but hey." "But hey," Charles repeated, once again torn between shame at being roped into the whole thing and pride at what he might well be pulling off. "Well said, Mark. Just relax and enjoy it. After all, she'll probably enjoy the view too!" They made their way to the back door of the concert hall, where their suits were waiting on a portable rack that Miles and Mrs. Peters had managed to get in from the bus without getting anything wet in the early spring drizzle; Mark and Charles each found theirs and took them off the rack. Mark had of course gotten a bit wet on the walk over, and a shower before changing was sounding just delightful at the moment. And if he got to share the communal shower with a willing female, why not? That thought did away with the last of his reservations about the coed locker room. "Okay, where is it?" he asked Charles. "It's over here," said Mike, who was standing with Chris by a swinging door they had propped open. Both were dressed for the show. "It's empty at the moment, but odds are you'll get some company soon enough." "We did," added Chris. "I know Mike doesn't think so, but I think these hippie chicks are hot. What a show!" "Go ahead, Mark," said Charles, patting him on the back. "Wish I could join you." "The feeling isn't mutual," Mark quipped, eyeing the doorway hungrily. "I don't need the competition!" "See you backstage," Mike said, as Mark stepped inside. As soon as he was all the way into the locker room, he and Chris stepped back and let the door swing shut, revealing the WOMEN sign on it. Charles took a long look at the sign. "Man, that's cold, guys," he said. "He'll get over it," Mike said. "Might get him to grow up a bit, too." Indeed, Charles thought with a spark of hope that he managed not to show. Mark wasn't sure what to expect. But what he found was a perfectly ordinary locker room, the absence of urinals being the only difference he could detect from any other locker room he'd ever been in. That raised no red flags with him, as he figured even in a coed locker room there were certain things that were not to be shared. He had half-hoped, half-feared that Mike had been wrong and there would be a woman in the room. But he had the place to himself for the moment. His damp skin prickling with naughty excitement, Mark opened an empty locker and hung his suit inside, and set about undressing for the shower. He sat down on the bench to remove his sneakers and socks first, and only just had them off when he heard the door swing open. His heart leapt into his throat as he heard Patty's voice approaching. "I don't think she'd read the book," she was saying. "Does she ever, you think?" came another voice, which Mark was nearly sure was Lynn's. Mark picked up his shoes and socks and looked expectantly in the direction of their fast approaching voices and footsteps. Tanya appeared first, with Patty and Lynn just behind her. Mark had just enough time to wonder if he should just look down and act casual before Tanya saw him and dropped the hanger holding her gown in shock. "Eeeeee! Mark?! What the hell? This is the women's locker room!" Mark somehow wasn't surprised that his presence hadn't gone over well. But he stuck to his guns. "No, it's the coed locker room. Didn't they tell you about that? There's one for men and one for women, and then there's this one." "What?!" Lynn asked. "Don't be absurd, Mark, there's no coed locker room here. Or anywhere, I don't think! Is this your idea of an April Fool's prank or what? I know some of the other guys have issues with us horning in on their trip, but I didn't have you pegged as one of those!" "Yeah, why didn't you tell them if they wanted to harass us, they ought to do it themselves?" Tanya added. "No, it's not an April Fool's trick!" Mark insisted. "I wouldn't do that to you! They told me..." And then it dawned on him. "Oh my God." He sat down on the bench and buried his face in his hands. "This is so embarrassing. Yeah. It is an April Fool's trick, and I'm the victim. They told me this was a coed locker room, and I was so stupid I believed them!" He dared look back up at the three women, and was pleasantly surprised that they all looked sympathetic rather than angry. "Please, you've got to believe me, I would never invade your private space like that! Not on purpose, anyway." To his immense relief, Tanya, who had been by far the most strident of the three, was the first to reply. "I believe you, Mark. It sounds exactly like something Chris and Mike would pull. Patty, Lynn, what do you think?" "I agree," Patty said. "It's okay, Mark, we know it's not your fault. I know the men's choir has this tradition where they humiliate all the freshmen one way or another on April Fool's Day. You should see some of the stuff they pulled my freshman year. I remember thinking, why would you do that to a friend?" "I believe you too," Lynn added. "No hard feelings, Mark." "Thank you," Mark said. He picked up his shoes and socks and stood up hurriedly. "I'd better get out of here before someone else comes in, I guess. The sooner I let the guys get their digs in over this, the sooner it's over." He turned his back to retrieve his suit from the open locker, giving the women just enough time to exchange knowing looks. "Actually, Mark, don't leave," Patty said. Mark turned back to her in disbelief. "What?" "Stay," Patty said. "Let's have the joke be on them instead of you." "If you don't mind, that is," Lynn said, teasingly unbuttoning the top button of her blouse and offering him a glimpse at her bra. "We wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, after all." "But you're not making us uncomfortable," Tanya reassured him. "In fact, I think it sounds like a kick having you join us." "You're sure..." Mark was so excited he could barely breathe, but he also knew too-good-to-be-true when he saw it. "Have we got to undress to convince you that we are?" Patty said, hanging her gown in another empty locker. "Because we all want to shower after that bus ride anyway, and we're running out of time for that." Without another word, she pulled her sweatshirt and t-shirt over her head, and Mark found himself treated to the beautiful sight of Patty's generous breasts cupped in a lacy forest green bra. Eventually remembering his manners, he tore his gaze away and looked back up at her face, which met his eyes with an uninhibited look of welcome. "What's the matter, Mark?" said Lynn. "Surely you've seen a bra before?" Mark looked over to see she and Tanya were also in their bras. "I have now," he admitted. "It's beautiful, too. So very feminine and you fill it out really well." He immediately regretted that last comment, but Patty smiled and said, "Thanks! You're sweet. Most guys just want to tear it off." I guess I'd better follow your lead." He hastily took his shirt off. "You're a virgin?" asked Patty, who now had her jeans off as well. "I mean, if this is the first time you've seen a woman in her bra..." "Aren't most of us virgins at that place?" asked Mark. "Conservative school and all." "I think you'll find most of your buddies don't take all that as seriously as you'd think, Mark," Tanya said. She was the first to have all her clothes off, and showed no sign of annoyance at Mark's adoring gaze at her body. He had heard most blondes were nearly hairless down below, and sure enough, Tanya was. Just a few light wisps of hair framed the readily-visible cleft of her vulva. Lynn's dainty but dark bush was a fascinating contrast, and she was equally unashamed to have it on display for Mark. Last but not least, he turned back to Patty just in time to see her pulling her panties down to reveal a thick, dark triangle that rivaled his own bush. Instantly his crush on Patty intensified with the sight of the delightful feminine mystery cloaked between her long legs. It was going to be an awful trial to be so close by her in the shower and not get to run his fingers through that, but he was beyond thrilled just to have seen it. She had saved her bra for last, and seemed to enjoy his admiration as she removed it. "Like what you see, Mark?" she asked, rubbing under her breasts and returning his gaze as he pulled his jeans and boxers off in one swoop, thus revealing that he did indeed like it. Just Before The Concert "Love what I see, Patty," he quipped. "I hope you don't mind!" he added, looking self-consciously down at his erection, which all three of his new friends were admiring. "Does it look like she minds?" asked Tanya. "And we can see you don't!" teased Lynn, gazing unapologetically at his rock-hard cock. "I sure don't," Mark admitted, looking down at it himself again, this time with no shame. Indeed he welcomed their looking at it; it cured him of any guilt at admiring them. "Since I've admitted I'm a virgin, is it okay for me to ask if you all are?" "I'm not," Patty said. "Spring break freshman year took care of that. I guess I was just about exactly the age you are now." "Tanya and I are as far as men are concerned," Lynn explained, and with that she slipped her arms around Tanya and they shared a long, brazen kiss. "You mean you're..." Mark said. "I mean, I'm fine with that, but I never knew!" "Since you're fine with it, I'm sure you'll keep our secret if we keep yours," Tanya said. "And we will keep yours, but we expect to have a bit of fun with you first," Patty said. "I might have insisted upon that," Mark quipped, admiring Patty's plump nipples. This drew a laugh from all three women, and then Lynn and Tanya were off to the shower. Mark looked a bit uncertain about following them. Seeing this, Patty said, "Oh, Mark, relax. Come here." She came at him with open arms, and presently he found himself enveloped in a heavenly naked embrace. "We told you, the joke will be on them, not you! Now come on and help us wash off." "I'd love to all right!" Mark admitted, and reluctantly he let her go. "Wow, your...sorry, that's inappropriate." "What's inappropriate?" Patty took his hands in hers. "Tell!" "Oh, just...your breasts felt really good up against me like that." He dissolved into nervous laughter. Without another word, Patty drew both his hands to her breasts and let him play with them for a moment. Their heavy softness was more heavenly than he had ever let himself imagine. "There'll be plenty more time for that later," she whispered. "Now let's join the others!" "Patty," Lynn said when they arrived in the already-steamy communal shower. "Tanya and I were just recalling how we used to think boys were icky. Do you remember feeling that way?" "Yes, and it was such a shame," Patty said. "All they needed was a good washing!" Mark was still laughing -- and still wondering if Lynn and Tanya still did find boys icky, though they seemed to enjoy the sight of his body -- when he found himself hit with a blast of steamy water. Before he could react in any way, all three women were rubbing liquid soap on his chest, back and arms. Patty had staked her claim on his chest, so he was treated to another lingering look at her breasts as the water ran down them. "Only fair that I help as well, isn't it?" he asked, reaching for the soap dispenser. "Patty, I think you're going to end up with the cleanest tits on this campus," Lynn quipped. "Not once I get at yours, dear," Tanya said. "Well, have at, then!" Lynn said. Hastily they finished rinsing the soap off Mark's back, and Mark was soon aware of them lathering up one another's breasts. In any other setting he'd have been absolutely mesmerized at the lovely sight, but now of course the lion's share of his attention was on Patty. She initially made to continue scrubbing Mark, but soon his gentle soapy caresses had her lost in her own pleasure. "Oh, Mark," she purred. "You're not really a virgin, are you? No way you could be that good at this if you'd never done it before!" "You're sweet, but you're wrong," Mark confessed. "Beginner's luck, I guess. But I am a virgin." "We're going to have to do something about that," Patty said as Mark splashed water gently over her breasts to rinse off the soap. On that note, she took his hard cock in both hands. "But first, we'd better make sure this is nice and clean." "Yes please!" Mark yelped, drawing a laugh from Lynn or Tanya -- he couldn't tell which, as he was admiring Patty's firm grip. Curious, he looked over his shoulder at them, and saw Lynn had Tanya pinned against the wall and was kissing her right breast vigorously while tweaking the left again and again with her fingers. Tanya had her eyes closed and was utterly lost in the sensation. "Yes, do it, just like that! Yes! Go!" All at once, Mark realized Tanya was going to come, just from Lynn's breast play. Turning back to Patty. "You mean you can..." "Some women can, but I can't." Patty said. "Trust me, I've tried." She eased her grip on his penis but didn't let go, instead rubbing it up against her wet bush. "You'll just have to put this in me instead, I'm afraid," she said with a grin. "Well, if you insist," Mark quipped, against the beautiful sound of Tanya's orgasmic screeches, which he looked over to admire. He could only hope he could do that to Patty as well! "Let's wash our hair and then get right on that, then," Patty said. "There ought to be just enough time." "Here?! With them?" "I think they'll be busy with each other, don't you think?" Patty asked. And Mark looked over again to see Tanya with her fingers buried in Lynn's pussy and nibbling her shoulder, and concluded that Patty was surely right. Patty washed his hair first, and Mark collected some spare suds in his hand and used them to wash her bush. "So we'll both be nice and clean," he said. "Not too clean, I hope!" Patty said. Her own long, thick hair took him rather longer to wash, but neither of them minded. It gave Patty plenty of time to stroke him, so his hardness never let up a bit; and it gave him a front row seat as Tanya brought Lynn off just as intensely as she had come. After Tanya had washed her hands, they turned off their shower and were off to the lockers just as Mark started to rinse Patty's hair. They lost no time in patting one another dry, but Patty insisted on a detour to the mirror over the sinks to blowdry her hair. "If I don't do it right away, it loses all control," she explained. "You don't want to see me out on stage with my hair all a mess, trust me!" "I believe it," Mark said. But he was skeptical: it just seemed all too perfect that her immediate need to dry her hair meant he was forced to cool his heels while she stood stark naked before the mirror for a few minutes. Either way, though, he had no complaint about the view. Patty seemed to enjoy being admired as much as he enjoyed admiring her. "Like the view, do you?" she asked. "And how!" he said. He did his best to keep his hands to himself until she was done. But he couldn't resist for long, and gingerly he slipped his arms around her from behind and caressed her breasts again. "Oh, that's making it hard to concentrate!" she said with an agreeable sigh. "I know," he quipped, and didn't let up with his tender strokes. "You'd better never get tired of that!" Patty declared. With less-than-complete control, she managed to finish drying her hair. "Now let's get you back to the lockers!" Tanya's passionate moans preceded their entrance to the locker area, where they found Lynn eating her out on one bench. Patty lay down on the other, using her towel as a pillow. "Think we can out-shriek them, Mark?" she asked. "No way," Tanya managed to say between gasps. "You know how terrified most guys are of vaginas, Patty." "Is that a challenge?" Mark asked. Tanya said, "No!" and Patty said "Yes!" at the same time. Mark, of course, knew which of them to listen to. Though he was a bit intimidated at the thought of going down on any woman, even Patty, it would hardly do to deny her the pleasure Tanya was enjoying or to look chicken in front of her friends. Before he had a chance to get uptight about the matter, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her bush, drawing a joyful yelp of anticipation even before he found her clit with his tongue. Find it, though, he did, and naturally that drew an even louder approval as he felt her grabbing at his hair with both hands. Surprised at how enjoyable the taste was, he took a detour downward and reached his tongue as far into her vagina as it could reach a couple of times, but mostly focused his luxurious licks on her clit. As her responses grew more intense, he upped his game as well with first one, then two fingers inside her while never letting up with his kisses. His neck was beginning to get sore, but Patty's beautiful moans were well worth it and he had little trouble ignoring the minor discomfort. Just as Mark was about to give in to the mounting neck cramps, his persistence paid off as Patty came with a delightful roar. She clenched his head tightly between her legs for a moment, then went limp. "Thank youuu," she sighed. Mark stood up gratefully, and turned to see Lynn and Tanya had put their encounter on hold to admire his handiwork. "You were saying, about being afraid of vaginas?" he couldn't resist asking. "I stand corrected," Tanya said. "If you had one, I'd insist you do me next." "I don't know if my neck could take that right now," Mark confessed, rubbing it with his left hand. Tanya and Lynn laughed in unison. "Yeah, welcome to our world," Lynn said. "Mark?" Patty had sat up on the bench and was now looking up expectantly at him. "Sit here." She patted the bench in front of her. "Now. We haven't got much time." Without another word, Mark did as he was told. Patty stood up and straddled him, and with one hand on his shoulder for balance she guided him inside her with the other. Forgetting for the moment where his mouth had just been, she kissed him passionately as she began grinding into him. "So that's what pussy tastes like," she said when she pulled back, drawing a laugh from Lynn and Tanya. "Isn't it wonderful?" Lynn asked. "I thought so," Mark said. "Not bad," Patty admitted. Then there was no further talk as she focused on humping Mark into another orgasm. Lynn and Tanya began setting about to get dressed, but inevitably they ended up drawn to the spectacle of their friend deflowering Mark in the most joyful way. He was stoic as they all knew guys tended to be -- until just before she brought him off, at which point he was just as vocal as any of them had been. Patty held him tightly as he came, and they enjoyed a moment of relaxing in one another's arms before Lynn gently reminded them that they were quickly running out of time to get dressed. "Right, then," Mark said matter-of-factly as Patty stood up and gave him her hand to help him to his feet. "I think we'll all be singing brilliantly today, don't you?" It did indeed sound that way from Mark's position on the risers, where he was oblivious to the just-had-sex smell that several of his buddies recognized. Knowing looks were exchanged, but throughout the concert he never noticed, nor would he have cared if he had picked up on it. Instead he spent the entire show wonderfully aware of Patty's resplendent presence in her white gown -- which he had enjoyed the honor of zipping up for her -- on stage left. The bus ride home would be a lot more fun than the one out had been! Between songs toward the end of the concert, Jim Kane finally spilled the beans. "Mark," he said with a poke in the back. "You get laid just now or what?" Finding himself curiously unabashed about it all, Mark turned back and nodded proudly at Jim. The orchestra kicked into the next song before Jim could respond in any way, and through the finale Mark's heart was flying high with delicious self-awareness, even as he wondered how Jim could tell. Whoever else had guessed as much, there was little time for mystery as to who the lucky gal was, for as soon as the curtain was down, Patty made a beeline for Mark. In full view of all the guys, she threw her arms around him and they shared a long kiss, drawing surprised hoots and clapping from several of the onlookers. When at last she'd pulled back from Mark, Patty looked around for Charles. Just as they had planned, he had stationed himself close by Chris and Mike. She took Mark by the hand and rushed over to Charles. "Charles, thank you so much!" she said, careful not to make eye contact with Chris or Mike, who stood flabbergasted just inches away from her. "Hey, I'm glad it worked out so well!" Charles said. "Mark, you're one lucky guy!" "And I'm a lucky gal!" Patty added. "Thanks again!" "My pleasure," Charles said, and Patty and Mark left him to explain the situation to Chris and Mike, a prospect he did not begrudge in the least. "You mean you were in on this whole thing?" Mark asked as soon as they were off on their own; Lynn and Tanya joined them shortly afterward in their corner. "Yes, sorry!" Patty said. "It's just that Charles told me what they had up their sleeve -- he disapproved of it very strongly, by the way -- and I said, you know, Mark's adorable and I've been hoping I might get a chance to know him better...maybe I could be his 'victim'. I guess this was a little manipulative, but...it was fun, wasn't it?" "It certainly was," Mark admitted, and his smile indicated that there were no hard feelings. "I just hope this wasn't just a fling for you." "Not if I can help it!" Patty declared, taking him in her arms again. Then, turning to Lynn and Tanya, she added, "Thanks to both of you, too. Nice touch with the lesbian thing, I never would have thought of that." "Uh, Patty?" Lynn said gently. "It's real." She didn't dare touch Tanya in view of all the other guys, but they shared a mutually loving glance. "No kidding!" Patty turned to Mark. "I promise, I'm as surprised as you are. I just wanted a couple of friends there for safety -- no offense, but we didn't know how you'd react..." "No, I understand," Mark said. "It was fun for us, too," Tanya reassured them. "So refreshing to be out to someone, and the show you put on for us...well!" "Speaking of which," Lynn said, looking toward the doorway leading to the locker rooms. "Shall we?" "I'm ready for a good washdown all right," Patty said. "Okay," Mark said. "See you on the bus?" "Very funny!" Patty said, taking his hand. "You're coming with us, dear."