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Going Back

By: JayDavid



A last minute entry into the Summer Lovin' contest, and my first entry in the Mature category. Not much sex, but lots of love. Enjoy, and please vote.

Thursday Night

That goddamn suitcase lying open on my bed. It looked like I had opened the door to some dark tunnel, and I couldn't imagine there would be any light at the end. I stood there, paralyzed. Why did I take it out, put it on my bed and open the damned thing? And now I'm staring at it and pacing around my bedroom. Unable to put anything into it, but unable to close it and put it back into the attic. Unable to decide to skip my 30th college reunion, but also incapable of preparing to go. I turned and looked at the jacket, hanging from my closet door. Its garish orange, black and white design had always made me smile. Now, it made me feel sick to my stomach. It would be easy to simply put the cursed thing back in the closet, toss the suitcase on the floor and retreat into my bed.

Only five years before, at the 25th, Maggie and the kids and I had a blast. Princeton Reunions are nothing like any other. Unlike most schools where alumni return every five years, at Princeton people come back every year, and the major reunion classes host massive parties with live bands and free-flowing beer. Everyone wears some crazy orange and black costume all weekend, and after a few minutes, your brain adjusts and the colors actually seem normal. There are events going on all weekend, and it is an opportunity to reconnect with old friends, make new ones, and leave the outside world on the other side of the college gates. We had taken the kids to all of the major reunions, and even many of the off-year ones, and they had grown from getting their faces painted like tigers to trying to sneak beers. The kids loved to joke that they didn't recognize me at Reunions because I was friendlier and happier there than usual. And even though Maggie hadn't gone to Princeton, she jumped right in and connected with my classmates and friends, in some ways better than I did. It was one of the things that made her so special.

It is a physically tough weekend, especially as we got older, and it is usually pretty hot, so it didn't particularly concern either of us when Maggie complained that she was tired. She rested during the day and partied with me at night, dancing and drinking and talking. But when the fatigue continued through the following weeks, she saw the doctor. And got the diagnosis. She fought valiantly, strongly and bravely, and through every indignity, she retained her dignity. As her body wasted away, her spirit grew stronger. But after avoiding the inevitable for almost four years, I found myself burying my best friend and the love of my life.

I was devastated. Thanks to my family and friends, and an understanding group of colleagues at work, I survived my initial grief, and for the past year or so had resumed something of my prior functioning, but without any joy. Of course, I hadn't returned to Reunions. But over the past year, as we geared up for a major reunion, I had begun to feel the excitement on Facebook and in the e-mails I received from the class. My kids pushed me to register for the 30th and I convinced myself that it was a good idea. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be able to join me—Alex was in California, working, and Hayley was spending the summer in Spain studying the language—but they persuaded me that I could and should go.

As recently as last night, I started to sense a smidgen of the old anticipation. I pulled the suitcase out of the attic and let it air out. I found the jacket, the crazy shirts and the straw hat. I rounded up a few more Princeton shirts and some college paraphernalia and laid them out on the chair in our—my—bedroom. But at the moment of truth, I couldn't pack any of it.

I looked at the picture of Maggie on my bedside table and thought about how I still stayed on my side of the king sized bed, even though I always slept alone. I stared at the picture and thought about how much we had enjoyed Reunions as a couple and a family. Well-meaning friends and family constantly told me that Maggie would want me to get on with my life, stop moping, even start dating, and I nodded politely, smiled falsely and ignored the advice. But today, for whatever reason, I decided that they were right. Maggie would not want me to miss my 30th reunion.

I grabbed a pile of clothing and began to throw things into the suitcase until it was filled up, my vision blurred by the tears that were pouring down my face. I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth, put on my night shirt and slipped under the covers. Somehow, I fell asleep, dreaming of past Reunions, in an orange and black haze.

Friday Morning

My eyes popped open and the clock mocked me—it was more than an hour before the alarm—and I tried to fall back, hoping, maybe, that I would oversleep and it would be too late to go. But there was no more slumber for me. I lay there, unable to sleep, unable to get up, until I looked at her picture again. I knew that she really would want me to go, and I knew that I had to do it.

Before I could think too hard about it, I was in my shorts, an orange golf shirt with the school crest and that crazy jacket, and my class baseball cap covering my bald spot. I ate breakfast and loaded the car. Although it technically wasn't summer yet, I could tell that it was going to be a hot weekend. I started the car, turned on the AC, cranked up my iPod and headed south. After all these years, I can still drive to Princeton on autopilot. I let my mind wander, focusing on the music and not on how I was going to make it through the weekend without Maggie.

The car turned itself on to the Turnpike and eventually through the series of turns and merges that led to Route 1. As always, I couldn't help but notice all of the development that had sprung up since I graduated, but many of the landmarks were still there. One Dental Plaza. Burrito Royale (now renamed). The Courtyard hotel where we stayed at Reunions when the kids were little. The Plasma Physics lab. I turned right onto Washington Road, through the lane of trees that Maggie loved, over Lake Carnegie and turned left onto Faculty Road and right onto campus. The guard directed me to a parking lot, already pretty full, despite the fact that Reunions were only really starting in earnest today. I parked, locked the car, grabbed my suitcase and rolled it to the shuttle stop.

As expected, it was turning into a warm day, humid like it usually was in New Jersey this time of year, and I found a bit of shade. I wasn't the only one waiting, and I smiled absently at an older couple in their costumes. I had always assumed that we would be one of those couples, or that I would be the one to go first, like men usually do, and had to turn away to hide my discomfort. Coming toward the shuttle stop was a couple, maybe here for the Tenth, with one kid in a stroller, wearing a Princeton T-shirt, and another little girl, in a different Princeton shirt. And it brought me back to my Tenth, when I walked the P-Rade with Alex on my shoulders and Maggie at my side.

My mind was screaming "ABORT, ABORT," and I was about to flee to the air-conditioned coolness of the car and head home, when the bus pulled in. I followed the older couple on, and watched the young parents struggle with their stuff, their kids and the stroller. But finally we were on the way up campus, past a number of newer buildings that I only knew from my Reunions visits, until I got off in front of our headquarters. The green of the grass and the trees was almost overwhelming, but the wood fence and the orange and black class numbers, with their bulbs off waiting for darkness, were comforting, and I rolled my bag into the courtyard.

There were, already a good number of my classmates there, and a few members of the satellite classes, conspicuous by their different ugly orange and black outfits, sitting, standing, milling around. Doing what you do. I saw some familiar faces and nodded greetings. And then, walking in my direction, staring into the screen of her phone, I saw Vanessa.

September 9, 1981

I pretended that living on the fourth floor of Witherspoon Hall, an old building recently renovated without an elevator, was going to be a good thing. My father, however, was decidedly displeased. Luckily, I didn't have all that much stuff—we had packed it all into our boat-like Pontiac and schlepped it up the stairs ourselves. The worst part was the boxes of records, which were my most prized possession. My roommate wasn't around, so I hadn't met anyone yet. After some awkward moments in the room, I offered to walk my father back to his car.

As we crossed Witherspoon Green, I saw a vision. Tall, slim but with noticeable curves, blond hair flying behind her. She was almost exactly the stereotype of the preppie Princeton girl. Only more beautiful. I knew going in that the 2 men to 1 woman ratio was not in my favor, especially as a freshman. Not to mention the fact that my high school girlfriend turned out to be, let us say, less than faithful, breaking up with me right before prom, destroying any bit of confidence I had.

My dad, on the other hand, as usual had no reservations. He strode up to this Aryan vision and said, "Hi, are you a freshman?"

"Um yes, I am," she replied, appearing confused at being questioned by this swarthy older man.

"My son, here, is a freshman, too." He looked at me, expecting something.

"Uh, yeah." I stuck out my hand awkwardly. My father looked at me expectantly. "I'm Dave."

"Vanessa," she said, gave my hand a quick shake and said, "I have to go. I'm late." And she was gone.

When she was a reasonable distance away, my father said, "If that is what the women here look like, you'll do fine."

I nodded. Of course, most of them didn't, and I didn't do particularly well.

Friday Morning

As she approached, I was transfixed. She hadn't come to the 25th, and, in fact, I don't think that I had seen her since graduation. She wasn't on Facebook, although I admit I had tried to find her. And she had barely aged. Many of my classmates, including myself, showed our ages pretty clearly. Our features had broadened, as had our bellies and butts. Our hair had thinned or turned gray. But genetics and good care, and maybe plastic surgery or makeup or hair dye, had left some of our cohort looking like no time had passed since that day 30 years before when we left Old Nassau for real life.

Vanessa appeared to be one of the lucky ones. As she came closer, I could see a few lines around her blue eyes, but still, she looked incredible. She looked up, saw me, smiled briefly as if vaguely recognizing me, then looked back at her phone and walked on. I noticed that her name pin had the same last name that she had in college, but I had no idea whether she was married, divorced, widowed, or if she simply kept her name, like Maggie had. And I got angry with myself for even thinking about another woman, even if it was Vanessa, as if she was even a possibility.

I forced myself to the registration table, and the eager and friendly undergraduate workers checked me off, gave me my meal tickets, drink bracelet, room key, bedding and bag of Reunions swag. I took a schedule and a button, wrote my name and class number on it, pinned it to my jacket and signed the book, scanning for, and finding, recognizable names. I began to feel that exhilaration that I used to feel at Reunions again. Gathering my stuff, I struggled along, sweating, nodding and greeting people on the way, to the dorm room that was assigned to me, on the second floor of an older dorm. I wasn't lucky enough to get an air conditioned room in a new dorm, but that was one of the risks I took for deciding to save money—and not have to drive under the influence—by staying on campus. In the past, Maggie always held back a little so she could drive us back to the hotel. Luckily, I had brought a small fan and an extension cord which would make the room, I hoped, habitable.

After moving in, making the bed, so that I wouldn't have to after a night of drinking, and turning on the fan, I ventured back into the headquarters. I scanned the crowd and saw a few friends. Most of them knew about Maggie, and made the kind of uncomfortable sympathetic comments that I had become used to. When the conversation flagged, as it always did, I decided that 11:30 a.m. was not too early to start drinking, and made my way to the taps. Then, it was back for more conversations, most of which in some way included references to Maggie and well-meaning condolences.

When it was time for lunch, I joined some of my closest old friends around a table, some with kids; most, however, were there with their spouses. After a few minutes, the tent was pretty crowded, and the din was pretty loud. And there she was again, holding a plate of food and looking for a place to land. I was surprised that she didn't seem to have many options—I thought that she was a popular girl back in the day—one of those who the class seemed to revolve around. But whether she had lost touch with too many people, or was crowded out, or something, she looked at a loss. Then, her eyes alit on the empty chair at our table, and she asked, "Is anyone sitting here?"

Mary, Al's wife, said, "No, please join us," and she sat down, scanning our faces and buttons. As we had gotten older, it seemed less awkward at these things to sit down with people you didn't know in college. The divisions of class, club, team, dorm and background seemed to fade over time and be replaced by the commonality of our life experiences—working, raising families, dealing with sick parents, and like me, spouses.

"Vanessa Carson," she said, smiling. We all introduced ourselves, including Al, who reminded Vanessa that they had been lab partners during junior year, and she said, unconvincingly, that she remembered. There was a pause, as we old friends tried to figure out the dynamics of having this newcomer at the table, but then the conversation resumed, and Vanessa participated as she ate.

She was, in fact, married, with two kids, about the same ages as mine, and a doctor. It was clear that she had no knowledge of my loss, and was appropriately sympathetic when it was disclosed. After lunch, we cleared our debris and people headed off, some to rest, some to programs, and others to buy even more school paraphernalia. I went off to an interesting panel on foreign policy, and as I left the lecture hall, I found myself walking next to Vanessa. She nodded in recognition, and we walked together back toward the Reunions headquarters.

"I'm terribly sorry about your wife."

"Thanks, it has been hard. She was my best friend."

Vanessa didn't respond right away. "That must have been nice," she replied. I looked at her. "I mean, being married to your best friend." We then had a brief medical discussion about Maggie's condition, after which Vanessa said, with professional detachment, "It sounds like they did everything they could have under the circumstances."

I nodded, and she put her hand on my arm, in sympathy.

If you had told me back in college that I would ever had ended up having a conversation with Vanessa Carson, and that she would have actually touched me, I would have told you that you were crazy.

April 11, 1982, 3:00 a.m.

In my time at college I learned a lot in class, but one thing that I had truly mastered was the ability to find my way back to my dorm, at any hour, no matter how drunk I was. And this was a night that tested my skills. There was a big party at my club, with a great band. As so often happened, I wasn't successful in any of my clumsy attempts to attract women, so I found myself playing beer pong with my roommate and some of the upperclassmen. Their experience at the game usually meant that we got pretty drunk, pretty fast, but Walt and I were getting better, and began to give as good as we got.

But as we played it, the goal of the game was not to win, but to get trashed, and based on that standard, I was quite successful. I looked at my watch and realized that I wanted to go back to the dorm and pass out in my bed. I scanned the room for Walt, and he was nowhere to be found. I staggered up the stairs and checked in the bathroom, but he wasn't there. After a serious piss, I went to the living room, and Walt was asleep on one of the leather couches. I tried waking him, but to no avail. So I headed out into the cool spring morning. It was still dark, of course, and the Street was pretty quiet.

I shuffled toward campus, getting my legs working properly, and headed across Washington Road, through the 1879 Arch and onto campus. As I passed between the Architecture Building and McCosh, I heard the unmistakable sound of vomiting. I tried to focus my eyes, and saw what clearly was a woman, bent over and hurling. With the bravado of the inebriated, I decided to help. As I approached, the girl stood up, and I could see that it was Vanessa Carson, her hair a mess.

Since the day I moved in, I never exchanged a single word with her, but I had, of course, admired her from afar. It was, I believed, my secret, and I never told anyone about my occasional stalking of her as she walked to class, or that she was one of my primary masturbatory fantasies. But she looked like she needed help, and in my impaired state, I thought that I was just the guy. I staggered closer, and got a whiff of the distinctive smell of Saturday night on campus, beer and vomit.

Emboldened by my drinking, I said, "Hey, do you need a hand" probably louder than I should have.

She stood, unsteadily on her slim legs, and stared at me. I could see her eyes narrow in the light from the streetlamp, and there was no glimmer of any sort of recognition, not that I expected any. I moved closer.

"No, I'm fine," she slurred, unconvincingly, then turned and retched up something on the wall of McCosh. I stepped closer and put my hand on her arm.

Vanessa turned quickly, pulled away and snarled, "Get the fuck away from me you fucking creep. Or I'll yell rape." It sounded like her tongue was a little too big in her mouth.

I pulled my hand away and stepped back, unsteadily. My swagger was gone. "I was just trying to help," I said, plaintively.

"I don't need your fucking help. Get the fuck out of here," she yelled, and I decided that I should go, before the proctors showed up and made things difficult. As I scurried away, I heard a sound that might have been sobbing, or might have been more vomiting.

A few days later, I walked past Vanessa on the way to my American History class, and I tried to make eye contact, but she didn't even notice me.

Friday Evening

At the class dinner, I sat with Al and a few of my other old friends, all of whom made the appropriate condolence comments, but then the conversation turned, as it usually did, to old times, and old stories. I tried to participate, but my heart wasn't really into it. When Benji started telling a story that I had heard more times than I could count, I began to scan the tent, looking at all of my classmates and their families, and the cacophony of orange and black. I noticed Vanessa was sitting a few tables away, sitting with her friends, I assumed from Cap & Gown, looking down at her phone and furiously texting away. She was far from the only person engrossed in a phone, but I wasn't really paying attention to anyone else.

"Right, Dave?" I heard Benji say, and I snapped out of my reverie. I must have looked confused, and Benji prompted, "We set fire to the couch and ran?"

I smiled in memory, and nodded. "And about 20 minutes later, we came back, and the proctors were putting out the fire, so we asked them what happened—"


Going Back for Seconds



The slate sky was streaked with rose, butter, and lilac, and the still air was pregnant with moisture. A storm was building to the south. The river was quiet as it slid between the banks, shaded by willows and speckled with dragonflies. She sat beside him, feeling suddenly awkward as his shoulder pressed up against hers. Seeing him again was impulsive on her part, but necessary. Necessary? she asked herself. Yes, necessary. Their first meeting had left her wondering what could be. She had agreed to a second meeting because, well, quite simply, there was no other option. She felt compelled to see him again. Staying away was unthinkable.

She shyly met his eyes, her gaze dropping and lingering on his lips as he tilted his head toward hers. She met him halfway, her mouth drawn to his by some invisible force. His lips were soft, his kisses tender and teasing. She leaned into him, wanting his mouth on hers as he held his lips just out of reach. His breath was warm, and they breathed in tandem. His hand caressed hers, his fingers tracing a path along her palm before he laced his fingers with hers, pulling her hand to his as his mouth found hers again. He squeezed her hand before releasing it to wrap one arm around her back, holding her close to him. Her hand lifted to cup his cheek, then slowly slid around to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his blond hair as he made love to her with his mouth.

She moaned against his lips, wanting something she couldn't quite put a name to, trusting that he would take her there when the time was right. It was so hard to think when he kissed her like that, alternating between light and teasing and hard and insistent. He kept her guessing, and with each kiss her desire grew. She needed to feel him...she needed to know if he was as turned on as she, if his need was as great as hers... Her hand moved to find him through his jeans, and he pulled away, telling her no. She could hardly believe what she was hearing; how could he not want her to touch him? He continued to kiss her, and she tried to keep her hands to herself, but they had a mind of their own and caressed his chest, his back, around his waist... 

Kissing him was like sliding under a feather comforter and discovering satin sheets, comfortable and familiar yet sexy and sensual and surprising all at the same time. She let her mind float as her lips played with his of their own accord. She was beyond coherent thought now, time ceasing to exist as his tongue explored her mouth, laying claim to it as a prospector to a stream. His kisses were dreamlike, quiet and soft, then increasing in intensity, his mouth growing more insistent, pushing her desire to another level, then becoming light as a whisper, tasting, teasing, caressing. These kisses translated feelings without words, and she lost herself in the feel of his lips on hers, the taste of his tongue, the touch of his hands on her face, warm and firm, holding her captive to his kisses. 

How could something so wrong feel so unbelievably right? Five and a half years younger than she, and one of them was promised to another. Yet here she was, sitting on the floor of a gazebo overlooking the river, mosquitoes competing for her flesh, not only kissing this man she had only seen twice, but kissing him with a passion she hadn't felt in at least ten years. "I'm going to hell," she thought, as her hands spanned his back. She moaned her surrender as his lips found that sweetly sensitive spot on the curve of her neck just below her ear. "I've got a one-way ticket and my bags are packed." 

She could clearly remember the last time she had felt drunk on kissing, that heady rush of desire and breathless anticipation, but even that was nothing compared to this. He held his mouth centimeters away from hers, their lips parted on the brink of touching. She could feel his breath, their breath, mingling, making her crave him even more. She wanted him, needed him, to kiss her again. "Please," she whimpered, the plea coming out of the very depths of her soul. In a heartbeat, his mouth was on hers, hard, crushing her lips beneath his, taking her breath away. When she felt like she would surely spiral away into nothingness, he ended the kiss, his eyes locked with hers, his gaze so intimate and deep she felt as though he could see right through her.

He pulled himself up on his knees, raising himself above her, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his mouth, leaving her neck exposed to his gentle touch. At first, she was concerned that he was going to get up and walk away, but when she asked him where he was going, he replied "Nowhere" and continued kissing her. The position enabled him to kiss with even more force, trapping her lips with his, her head back against the slatted side of the gazebo. She belonged to him for as long as he wanted her. Kissing him was pure torture. A pure, unadulterated, blissful torture she hoped would never end.

When she opened her eyes again, it was dark, and the only light came from an occasional car on the road and the streetlight over the access road to the gazebo. She glanced at her phone and realized they had been kissing for over an hour. How on earth could an hour have passed so quickly? But it had, and she needed to get home. They stood up together, and she stepped down off the platform they had been on. He touched her shoulder and she turned around, right into his arms, and she rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She tilted her head up to him, and again he kissed her, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes and rely on him to steady her when her knees grew weak. Some time later, they came up for air and walked unsteadily to her car, their arms wrapped around each other, stealing kisses with every other step. 

They reached the car, a white island in the dark night, and the importance of that milestone sank in. She was taking him back to his car, and the evening was drawing to a close. As she moved to open the passenger door for him, he moved in to her, backing her up against the car and holding her hands, his fingers laced with hers, as he kissed her with a ferocious passion that forced her head back to the roof of the car, arching her breasts into his chest. As she walked back around to her side of the car, her mind was blank. A hotel. The thought came out of nowhere. We could just go get a room, she realized. But no. She was expected at home, and he had an hour's drive back to his house once she returned him to his car at the mall. Consummating their relationship was not possible tonight. And besides, if this was the state his kisses left her in, she couldn't even begin to think about what making love with him might do to her. 

She poured herself into the driver's seat and paused after shutting the door. She couldn't remember what to do next, and stared at the dash like it was the cockpit of a jumbo jet. Her head dropped back against the headrest and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. It was all she could do not to reach over and kiss him again, but kissing him again would be her undoing. She felt his hand on hers, his thumb sliding over hers, grounding her again. She could do this. She could start the car and drive – on autopilot for sure – back to the mall and drop him off and go home, home to her husband and kids. But there was no doubt in her mind that she would see him again. There was no other choice to make. 

The drive back to the mall was quiet, and he held her hand the whole way, keeping her focused and continuing the slow seduction which had begun 2 hours earlier. At one point, she pulled his hand over and kissed it, sucking his index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she slid her mouth down the length of it. She heard him inhale sharply, and she slowly, gently slid it back out, nipping at the tip with her teeth before kissing his fingertip and returning his hand to his lap. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his head was back, his eyes were closed. She wanted him to know how badly she wanted him, how much she wanted to please him, that the seduction was mutual.

When they finally pulled up beside his car and she slid the gearshift into park, they turned to each other and kissed again, a soft, gentle, open-mouthed kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities and next times. As he turned to slide out of the car, she leaned over and kissed the back of his neck along his hairline, and he moaned. "I've got to go," he whispered. She kept kissing. "I'm going...I'm..." 

"Go," she whispered in his ear as her tongue traced the curves of his earlobe. He leaned back into her and turned his head, his mouth seeking hers again. Her head reeled with the sensation of his lips on her, just as magical as the first time. She pulled back. "Go. I don't want you to, but you've got to while I can still let you go."

He kissed her again, quickly this time, and got out of the car, looking at her with a longing she had never seen before. "Goodbye," he whispered. "I'll talk to you later," and he shut the door.

She didn't stay to watch him drive away, preferring to get out of the parking lot while she still could, resisting the urge to follow him to his house and finish what he started. Her lips were swollen and rosy from kissing him, and she had a glow she couldn't hide. He was amazing, and she would see him again. 



Going Back in Time



We cannot alter what happened in the past, but it was New Year 2000 and I was thinking of this New Year as a fresh start. For some reason whilst I was making coffee and toast for my breakfast, I was thinking about where I was five years ago, it was when I shared flat with one other girl in Southampton over looking the Solent. If I could go back in time, I knew who I would want to share that flat with now.........

The year is 1995, in spring, on a sunny Saturday morning, I was stood in my kitchen overlooking the sea front, making my coffee and toast, I was dressed in my shortie nightdress that just about covered my bum. I could see people walking along with their dogs. couples hand in hand taking in the sea air. The wind was blowing the branches around a little in the nearby trees.

I thought about my day, then I remembered I had someone coming to see the flat, I had been looking for a girl to share the flat with, but it had to be the right sort of person, I wasn't just interested in the money. we had to be able to get on together, as I knew that we would be spending quite a bit of time together and it would be great if we could be good friends as well.

I had taken a phone call earlier in the week from the latest person to respond to my advert in the local paper. Her name sounded foreign so I wasn't too sure about how well we would get on. But we agreed a time and date for us to meet and I remembered that she would be here in the next hour or so. 

I eat my breakfast and went and had a quick shower. I loved the water beating against my body and this morning was no exception. The powerful water jets beat against my body, relieving the tension in my shoulders. I positioned my body so one of the water jets arced and caressed my pussy, the pulsing water aroused my clitoris to such an extent I was lost in love and my fingers plunged in and out of my pussy until my legs buckled and my orgasm spread through my body. 

I leaned against the tiled wall regaining my strength, I then realised the time and hastily got out of the shower and dried myself off. As it was the weekend I put on my denim mini skirt and a white button fronted blouse, I was bare legged, with my favourite powder blue panties that covered my sensitive pussy. I rarely wore any shoes indoors. I enjoyed the freeness of bare feet and the minimum of clothing. 

I had about 10 minutes to have a quick tidy up and to make the bed, which I did in a couple of seconds, just a quick flick of the quilt and it looked fresh and tidy again. I hung up my bath robe to dry and put my damp fluffy towels on the radiator. 

I was just finishing tidying up the living room when the door phone buzzer sounded. I went across to the phone and lifted it from it's cradle on the wall by the door. 

'Hello who is it?' I asked

"Oh I have come about the flat share, I rang in the week" answered the voice

'Oh yes, come on up I'm on the second floor' I pressed the door release and waited in anticipation

I heard footsteps approaching the door and as I walked to open it the bell rang. I peered through the spy hole and then turned the handle and opened the door. 

'Hello, my name is Kaylee'

"Oh hi, I'm Adele come on in"

Kaylee was a beautiful looking girl, she looked a similar age to myself, may be a year or so older than me. But she was also dressed in a short denim mini-skirt... hmmm similar tastes I thought. 

'I will put the kettle on'

"Yes that will be nice"

As the kettle boiled I offered to show Kaylee around. A quick tour of the kitchen followed by a tour of the bath room and the living room. Then finally the large bedroom. I showed Kaylee the wardrobe space and draws within. She looked impressed. We then went across to the window to look across the sea front. The view from up here was the selling point of this flat. I loved to stand in the window dreaming about life with a glass of wine in my hand on a hot summers evening, listening to the people and the waves crashing on to the shingle beach.

I was aware that I had been doing all the talking and Kaylee hadn't said much, so we stood quietly for a moment looking out of the window. I was lost in the sights outside. 

I could feel the warmth of Kaylee's body as she stood looking over my shoulder. Her hands suddenly moved around my body and hugged me tightly. I turned and our lips touched.

Kaylee kissed me softly on the lips, tasting me, her tongue tracing the line of my lips.

She looked deep in to my eyes and I melted under her spell, I closed my eyes and relaxed in her arms. She kissed my eye lids softly. Her long soft eye lashes brushed my cheeks slowly.

Kaylee used her soft finger tips to discover every part of my face and neck, softly caressing it, kissing it as well. I threw my head back and her lips kissed my neck, working around it to the soft skin below my long hair. My body tembled under her touch. 

"You have lovely soft and smooth skin Adele"

I just purred 'Hmmmm yes, don't stop Kaylee, I love what you are doing'

I felt her lips touch mine again, soft and sensual. 

I opened my eyes, she was looking at me, her lips parted and her tongue slid across her red lipstick in a slow and sensual manner. I put my hands softly on her shoulders and drew her body close to mine. I could feel her body heat radiating on to mine. 

The soft touch of her lips transformed as she parted my lips with her tongue, seeking out my tongue, Kaylee's lips devoured me, wanting me, loving me.

Her hands where holding me tight, but they were not still, her fingers caressed by shoulders through my silky blouse, discovering my curves and feeling my breasts.

Kaylee's fingers slid over my erect nipples, teasing them through the thin fabric, flicking them with her thumbs, watching my reactions. My body trembled I moved my feet apart to maintain my balance. Kaylee noticed my change in stance. Her leg went between mine and I moved forward to hold her and ride my pussy on her thigh.

I wanted fulfilment, relief from the sexual tension building up inside of me and Kaylee sensed this. Her fingers squeezed my breasts, then the started descending down my blouse, using the buttons as stepping stones, but with a little flick after each step, undoing each button in turn. 

My blouse now hung loosely on my shoulders, Kaylee's cool hands touched my stomach and travelled upwards opening my blouse, revealing my pert breasts to her gaze. Her fingers caressed the underneath side of each breast, her thumbs circled each erect nipple. As she pushed my blouse off my shoulders and removed it from my arms, she planted kisses around my nipples

The coolness of the air close to the window on the moistness on my breasts aroused my nipples even more. Her lips parted and she sucked me in to her mouth. Tonguing my nipple at first before rolling it lightly between the sharp edges of her teeth. I cried out with each flick of her tongue.

Kaylee's fingers travelled down to my waist, I bucked my hips back and forth trying to arouse myself on the firm muscles of her upper thigh. My moist pussy was causing my panties to become very wet, leaving a damp spot on Kaylee's thigh which I knew she had noticed. My orgasm was starting to build, my body was trembling, I let my head go backwards and Kaylee kissed my neck, using her teeth, biting my ear lobes, sucking them. 

I groaned as Kaylee played with my body, her fingers never still, but always touching me lightly, sensually. I felt her fingers on my leg below the hem of my skirt. Slowly travelling upwards, my legs widened in anticipation. Her fingers cool against my legs. She lifted my skirt and her fingers travelled upwards towards my hip.

They traced the lace edge of my panties, going down hmmmm so close, her fingers now pressed the damp material of my panties in to the slit of my pussy. Travelling up and down they got damper and damper. She smothered my cries and gasps with her sensual mouth. Her tongue squirming inside my mouth chasing my tongue as her fingers played with my pussy.

Kaylee eased my damp panties to one side, I tried to chase her fingers by moving my hips, but she remained firmly in control. Then I felt her fingers on my soft skin, getting closer and closer to my moist and hot honey pot.

Her fingers rested there, just marking out the length of my moist slit, I wanted her inside of me and she didn't disappoint me. Her fingers curled inwards. I gasped as her middle finger parted my lips and slid graciously in to my pussy. I moved forward taking her deep inside me. Oh it was lovely, she knew what I wanted and she was giving me what I wanted.

Her middle finger pumped in and out of my streaming pussy, twisting it around inside of me, her thumb brushed my clit and I almost fainted, my legs shook as she tortured my clit, flicking it from side to side, chasing it around and around, stretching it and teasing it. Her finger was sliding in and out so easily, one finger came out, but then two fingers went back in to me. 

I called out her name as they corkscrewed in to me, pumping in and out of me, going faster and faster, in and out, twisting around inside of me, in and out, harder and harder, in and out, her thumb pressing my clit first to the left then to the right. flicking it from side to side. Her fingers going as deep as possible in and out

As she withdrew slowly I tried to keep her fingers deep, but she pressed with her thumb and I tried to retreat instead.

Her lips were now sucking on my nipples as she pushed three fingers in to me, stretching my pussy like never before. I was in a dream, but a very real dream. My body trembled again and again as orgasm after orgasm spread through my lower body.

I started to shake as Kaylee fucked me with her fingers harder and harder, I was in submission to her now, I couldn't stop her, she knew I was at her mercy. Her fingers charged in and out of my pussy, my juices covered her fingers and hands. I cried out as my orgasm reached an even higher peak, Kaylee took me through the barrier and I let my body release itself and I shook and trembled. 

Kaylee eased her fingers out of my pussy, I felt empty. She bought her fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean of my juices, I opened my eyes to see her licking them too. Then we kissed again and we shared the taste of my juices on my lips. She groaned as she tasted my juices on my tongue.

I held her tight, her fingers caressed my body, my pussy was leaking juices down my legs, my body recovered slowly. Kaylee just smiled, she knew I had enjoyed that. She looked in to my eyes and asked

"So when can I move in then, Adele?"

'Oh you already have Kaylee' I answered, I didn't want her to leave me now.....

I came back in to 2000 laying on my bed with my legs wide apart and my fingers dancing over my clitoris and plunging in to my pussy. 



Going Back Into The Closet



Wanting to have a child and being gay was a challenge I never envisioned before this point in my life. On one hand, it would have been far more difficult if I were a man, but as a female my biggest challenge was how to get “knocked up”.

My partner Jane and I had been together for over three years. We discussed adopting, artificial insemination, or the easiest option; simple sex with a man.

Now, the first option would be a challenge, and could take years to get done. Or we could cut corners and adopt in the third world, but the thought of that option honestly scared me to death as well as being brutally expensive.

The second option would work, but then again it would cost a lot of money and require going through a complete medical procedure. 

So the option we chose was simply “simple sex with a man”. Jane reluctlantly agreed to this option, with one stipulation; the man could never know he was fathering my child. This option had both merits, barriers as well as challenges. The merits would be the ease and the cost. The challenge would be finding a willing participant, but after a few minutes of thinking it through I concluded “hell, half of the men in the world would agree to fuck any twenty-four year old woman who works out regularly. Lesbian or not!”.

The challenge would be – returning back into the closet. I knew lots of men in Tampa that would probably oblige, the problem was keeping the father a secret within our circle of friends and acquaintances. So I chose to do the dirty deed in Las Vegas, where “what ever happens here, stays here”. So Jane agreed as I booked my travel for Labor Day weekend.

Jane agreed I could make all my own choices as long as I chose a strong father. And kept it a secret.

During the four-hour flight on America West I mapped out my strategy. I would tell my chosen donor that I was a gay woman that had never had sex with a man and I wanted to give it a try. No that was like a Bush type plan. Another strategy was to just let myself to be picked up and invited up to a man’s room. In the end I concluded I would just play it by ear.

Friday Night.

I checked into the Stardust hotel at 7pm and went up to my room. I figured, I would make myself look man—attractive I wanted to be "fuckable" so to speak. So soon after checking out the hotel off I went shopping for the every day party cheap wardrobe. I ended up investing in two-inch pumps and a short tight jeans skirt. It was a simple look that I hoped would work do the job. I had packed two blouses before the trip that would reveal some cleavage so I thought the entire ensemble might do the job. I painted my face with rouge, applied lipstick after neatly doing my hair.

At 10:30 all dressed up I headed down to the bar. I didn’t take long before I was approached. This guy wouldn’t do, not father my child. And as the night progressed I was offered drinks time and time again but none of these guys were the right choice. i just didn’t feel right. I gave up at 1:00am without having met the father of my child. Tomorrow would be a new day.

Saturday.

I went through the same prepare myself routine late in the afternoon. Today my thoughts repeated endlessly in my mind; I was a slut looking to get laid. The difference today was I chose to go to a club, perhaps this would be a better atmosphere with some strong men. Who knows, maybe getting away from the gambling tables was what I just needed to do.

A little after 10 pm I headed out to a club called the Desert Fox. I had inquired with several of the hotel staff of where in town to go partying. This place came highly recommended by the concierge.

Sure enough, no lie the men were far better specimens for fathering a child. And there were at least three men for every two women. Scanning the room I could see meeting men would be easy. The majority of the bitches were "bow-wow" ugly. Not even the most hard-up man would touch half of these dogs. As a result I enjoyed being approached all evening. It was clear several of the guys wanted the chance to take me home, but I had my eye on one man that came in about an hour after I had arrived. He was 6ft tall with blond hair. He looked like Rutger Hauer, the actor. He was strong and hansome, he was perfect for the job! 

I made sure we met, with a lady-like smile I brushed by him on my way to the ladies room. After I returned we met and talked at the bar for a some time. I found out he was from Holland, just like Rutger, and was here on an extended business trip with a colleague in the gaming industry. He worked for a Dutch consulting firm that was exchanging business practices with Harrah’s and Holland Casino. 

We danced through several songs including a slow one, followed by several drinks and some nice conversation. In the end I let him kiss me goodnight while agreeing to meet again the next night at 10 pm. I was sure I had found my donor, he was strong, intelligent and had a sense of humour.

We parted directions. I left in nervous anticipation of my next night.

Sunday Night.

I went through the same routine again. This time I even had gone shoping for some different clothes. A short suede skirt, fishnet stockings and a low cut halter without a bra would have to get the job done. This time I knew exactly who I was dressing for. I made myself up pretty darn good, I even perfumed my pussy in preparation. Everything was going to be right.

I left for the Desert Fox by taxi at nine-thirty, arriving at the bar ten minutes early. I nervously waited to see if Marcel would actually show up, or if it all been a waste. Wow, here I was, a gay woman wondering if I would be stood up by a man. Good God, if he only knew what I was up to.

At precisely 10pm sharp he took a seat next to me at the bar, only this time he was alone, no colleague. We talked for a while and after a good two hours of chatting about Holland, drinking and dancing he casually asked me to his hotel. Without an answer I let him take my hand and leed me to the door.

Now this was a new experience for me. I had never even dated a man, never. Yet I was letting a man take me out. Wow, I was overwhelmed. And even more I had planned to get fucked by him. In his car, a rental, I let him kiss me. He frenched me and made his move to feel my breasts. This was a feeling I had never had before. Before I knew what was happening he had his hand on my leg progressing up my stockings until he reached the top of the thigh-highs. I knew he was enjoying his adventure I began rubbing his chest as he reached my pussy. I came to me senses and said to him "I think we should head somewhere a little bit more private shouldn't we?" 

So here I was nervously riding an elevator to a man’s hotel room. I let him kiss and explore during the ride to the ninth floor. 

Now, technically I was still a virgin, I think, as I had never been with a man. I had done everything imaginable with women, but never a man. 

I suppose never having had my pussy filled with a real dick, never being filled with cum technically qualified me as a virgin. I wondered, I wondered what I was doing. I was as nervous as a highschool virgin at a hotel on prom night. I knew I was going to get fucked, I was going places I had never been before. 

Into the room we went and in seconds my blouse undone. I thought to myself men are far less responsive to their partners, at the same time I was enjoying the experience if not for any other reason for the experience. Marcel was all business. My skirt fell to the floor, leaving me in bra and panties. I was within moments on the bed watching my suitor undress. He was a fine specimen, perfect to knock me up.

He slowly removed my bra and panties preparing me for sex. I was naked with a man. Marcel went through his foreplay ritual, I presume. Fingering my pussy as he sucked my tits, He kissed me hard and deeply as he prepared me for the fucking of my life. 

I was ready to get the play moving, the show on the road.

Marcel grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. I took a hold of his hand and cooed back “I know you hate those things, I do as well” “Please no condom” I offered. Marcel left the condom on the nightstand just as I had asked. 

Marcel moved in for pleasure climbing on top of me as I spread my hetero-sexual virgin legs in readiness. My bare pussy was in waiting for what it was created to do. 

I spread my legs open. Marcel slowly began his final moves towards fucking me. I raised my legs above his hips spreading my pussy lips widely. I helped him into position as I guided his iron hard dick towards its reward. It felt wonderful having a warm dick slowly slide into me for the first time (or shall I say one that wasn’t battery operated.) He was big. 

I arched my back as he increased his assault on my pussy. Marcel drove me into the bed as I met each thrust driving back into him. He kept his pace slow as he drove deep into my cervix. I was ready to take his potent seed, grabbing his ass I fingered his balls to help him along. It was not longer afterwards that for the first time in my life a man spewed hot semen into my womb. Stream after stream of "Baby juice" jetted into my hot little cunt. 

We repeated this three times that night. 

Marcel again filled me with his seed with me on top. And after we slept for a couple of hours he took me from behind driving me into orgasm with his deep pentrating thrusts. The pain was wonderfull as he planted more of his gift inside my potent waiting pussy. 

When I finally left near seven in the morning, marcel's goo was dripping from my sore stretched pussy. I pulled my panties on tight to hold the goo inside and even tried to lie flat on my back in the taxi during the ride back to my hotel. My intent was to keep every drop of his seed in place. 

Back in my hotel room I dozed off with my butt propped against the wall above my shoulders on the bed. I lay inverted to ensure the cum flowed deep into my womb using gravity and not escaping from my womb!.

It was a successful trip nine months later my beautiful girl Marcie was born.

Now, my life has changed a bit. Although I am a mother who doesn’t like men for any type of relationships, every once in a while I do go out to a club to get a good old hard fucking with a real dick. 

I guess I might be considered a MILF. 



Going Back To My Youth...



The young woman stepped slowly into the doorway of the jet liner as she boarded the plane. She moved down the aisle sideways to get past a few of the other passengers as she made her way to her seat half way back in the aircraft. Karen was 35 years old and she was her mother's last child of four, and she had come along as a late life surprise for her parents. Her father had long since passed away, and her mother had survived him by a good 20 years already.

The plane lifted off into the cloudy sky and her journey back home had begun... she didn't want to make the trip, but it had come suddenly. Her mom had taken ill and she wanted to be with her to help her. Take care of her.

Karen settled down into her seat and surveyed the other passengers in her immediate vicinity. A few business men travelling with her already had their laptops out and were pounding the keyboards. A younger woman had her child sleeping in her arms, a blanket covering the fact that she was breast feeding, although the child had stopped sucking and was merely lying on his mother's breast.

A young couple were deeply involved and gazing intently into each other's eyes, blissfully unaware of anyone around them... or the effect they were having on one or two of the other passengers. Karen watched them and felt a slight tingle in her tummy and her position changed in her chair as a result, she shifted to get a little more comfortable.

The flight was more or less uneventful otherwise and soon they were landing in Durban. The heat enveloped them all as soon as the doors to the plane were opened, and Karen felt a trickle of moisture run down between her boobs and she wished she had not worn that sports bra. It was so hot and clingy that now all she wanted was to get it off.

As she walked to the arrivals gates she kept looking to see who her mother had sent to collect her. When she had spoken to her mom last night she had said she was sending her someone special and it was a surprise. The doors got closer and then they opened as the faster passengers got to them, and she had more faces to scan.

Suddenly, her legs had a momentary lurch as she saw a face in the crowd. Gary was there. And he was holding a sign up with her name on it. He had an immense smile on his gorgeous rugged face and it was all she could do to withhold herself from flinging herself into his arms. As far back as she could remember she had wished that he would be a man and ask her out! And now he was here fetching her at the airport and he was alone.

She quickened her stride and tried not to look too eager in so doing. Her last few steps took her through the doors and into his warm huge hug of an embrace. She inhaled deeply, remembering the smells form so long ago, when she had been sitting next to him watching videos at her parents' home, too scared to even move. 'Good God was I a teenager with so many hang-ups?' she thought.

Now she hung onto him just that little bit longer, pressing herself into his chest and breathing in his aroma. She was in heaven again.

"Hi, Karen," his deep voice growled into her ear. "I was so glad when your mom told me that you were coming home for a visit and then when she asked me to fetch you, I simply had to say yes! How are you?"

"Hi there, Gary." She stumbled a little over the words, "such a pleasure to see you." She held onto him a little longer then stepped back but not far away, so that he could reach out and take her around her waist and walk with her after had taken her bag and was dragging it on its wheels.

The two of them exited the building and walked to the parking where Gary quickly paid the toll, located his car and stored her bag in the boot. Soon they were on the highway heading to her mom's house.

The house was a pleasant little cottage set in the thick lush bush and tropical forest of the coastal region, some sort of mangrove looking trees hung their fronds down over the road, on the approach to it, and around it were also a few of the tropical palm trees, tall and loaded with its fruit balls that the monkeys loved.

The music on the car stereo, playing on one of the local radio stations, and was a hint of the memories of when she had last lived in the area. Since moving to Cape Town she had lost touch a little with her high powered job taking her away from all that had made up her youth. She loved her job, but there were times that she missed it.

Gary helped her out of the car after they stopped at the garage door of the cottage where she had grown up. She sat in the car a moment letting the memories flood back over her. Her dad, and their car, her bike in the garage, the doll's house her dad had built for her, the tree house he had made in the big indigenous tree in the back yard. All young and innocent.

Then the times when she had sneaked out of the bedroom to meet any number of different boys she had met at the local pubs and clubs of her day. Young and silly, she mused. Still, it was all a part of her growing up. And it had led her to her present job, and position of some influence in the advertising industry.

But right now she was home and she had her mom to herself for a few days. And then there was the matter of Gary. Her mother always knew she had had a soft spot for him. They had discussed it often, as they had always had a very open and frank relationship. She was able to talk to her mother about all manner of things, condoms, the pill, masturbation, sex in general in fact. Always she had had an intense fascination with boys from a very early age, and her mother had been quick to notice it and focus it in the right way.

She had bought her all manner of books to help her get a grip on her own sexuality, and she had even gone so far as to buy her first vibrator for her. That one was no longer functional and had long since been replaced with a few others with varying degree of pleasure.

Gary helped her to the door to the cottage, and as they approached the door burst open and Beatrice, or Bea as she liked her friends to call her, her older looking mother, grey and wrinkled now, much more so than she remembered, bustled out and embraced her in another huge hug of welcome.

"Hello!" her mum said, warmly, as she embraced her daughter. A tear formed in her eye and she brushed it ashamedly away. "It is SO good to see you!"

"Hello, mum, I'm so happy to be home again."

"How was your flight?"

"Uneventful, thanks, just seemed to go on a bit, when all I wanted was to get here to see you."

The two women, and Gary moved into the cottage and Gary put the bags down in the small entry way. He walked up behind Karen and encircled her with his long arms, and hugged her once more, pulling her into his embrace and she enjoyed the warmth. He leaned down a little and nuzzled her neck.

Karen was a little taken aback, not expecting the intimacy of the embrace, but warmed by it none the less.

"Hmmm... that is so nice, Gary. Unexpected, and you are being a little forward, but nice." Karen leaned back into his chest. Gary could feel she was relaxing with it and stepped closer. "Oh my," she whispered to him, "what is this!..." she reached behind her back between them and rubbed the mound that had grown ever so slightly larger since the embrace became that little bit more warm and intense.

"That, my babe, is the happiness in my heart at seeing you again."

"That is nowhere NEAR your heart, young man." Karen responded playfully.

"I won't tell anyone if you won't."

"Don't let my mom see that thing...!"

"I promise. She'll chase me out of here if she knew. And I've only just got you 'back' again."

"Can't have that happen so soon after we have been reconnected, now can we?"

Karen swivelled around in Gary's hold, wrapping her arms around his neck as she did. Her mouth reached for his and for the first time since her arrival she kissed him really deeply and their tongues played a little game with each other. She breathed in taking as much of the aroma of his face as she could into her senses.

"Hey, you two, enough of that for now..." Her mother said as she came back into the kitchen. "Save something for later."

Gary immediately blushed a deep red. Karen giggled as she broke the kiss, and planted a last quick, wet smooch on Gary's nose and then on his lips again.

"Mom, you are such a killjoy..." Karen joked.

"I know my daughter!" was the reply.

"Welcome home my darling." Mom said again, "I've been up since very early this morning getting things ready for your arrival, and I'm exhausted, I think I'm going to have a little nap. You kids spend some time over a cup of tea getting reacquainted."

Bea got her cup of tea and her knitting bag together and headed out of the kitchen towards her bedroom. A smile playing over her lips, remembering her own days and her time of loving.

Gary and Karen hadn't really disengaged during all this, and so Karen leaned back in and kissed Gary softly, then whispered,

"I thought that your heart was a little misplaced earlier, do you need me to do some first aid and find out what the problem was for you?"

"I think that a little attention to the matter at hand would really go a long way in solving the stumbling block... and then we can make plans for the rest of your time here. Or what say you?"

Karen needed no further encouragement. She slid her hand down between them and found the growing mound had now become more of a mountain than she could remember seeing hiding in the board shorts she remembered Gary wearing all those years ago. "What have we here?" she asked.

You're the one with the explorer tag today, why don't you find out?"

Karen slipped down onto her knees and eyed the bulge in Gary's trousers from close up for the first time. Her hand went to the buckle on the belt and worked it loose, then pulled it free from the loops of his pants. The button next received attention as she swiftly made short work of that, and then the zipper slid down as she eased the top of the trousers open, and let them begin to fall from around his hips.

His shorts had a large mound that quivered and she ran her palm up the length of it getting a feel of the warmth of the shaft, and beginning to get an idea of the magnitude of the predicament she now found herself in.

"My goodness, this is a rather pleasant surprise." She said sweetly.

"Stop teasing me and do something." Gary begged.

She freed the beautiful cock that had hidden from her gaze for long enough and it bounced stiffly in front of her. She circled her hands around the hot shaft and kissed the tip gently. This is so gorgeous I could eat it, she thought.

She stood up and in doing so, she lifted her blouse off over her head quickly, and then just as quickly she lifted the sports bra that she had wanted to take off earlier, over her head as well. She stood in front of Gary topless with her large lovely boobs free for the first time since her shower this morning. Gary stared at them in amazement.

"I knew they were big, Karen, but I never knew how beautiful they were. This is incredible."

"Don't have a fucking conversation with them, kiss and suck them, damn you!" Karen insisted.

Gary immediately enveloped them in his hands and lips, kissing and sucking the nipples into this mouth and teasing them with his tongue till both were hard and stood out like pencil rubbers. While he did that, Karen once more took his hard cock in her hands and began to stroke it gently, rubbing the length with her hands and warming the shaft, as if it wasn't hot enough already. Gary's hands found and freed his shirt buttons and soon he was naked, pressing his hairy chest against Karen's tits and stimulating the nipples even more. He reached behind her and freed the hook and zipper of her skirt and that too joined the clothing pile on the kitchen floor.

Gary lifted Karen up turned around and put her down on the sturdy old kitchen table, her legs now wrapping around his waist pulling him to her. He reached one hand down, felt her pussy and found it extremely wet and very ready to receive him. He teased and played with her pussy making the whole thing very moist and wet, and then his thumb found her clit standing up at the front of her mons and began to play and cajole it so that it stood up even more.

His hand found his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, feeling the moisture they now both shared and then he found the one place he'd longed to be and slowly he thrust himself inside her pussy. Working slowly so as not to hurt her, he worked it in, backwards and forwards, little by little, then began to pump back and forth more vigorously, as she now began to moan and writhe as he did so.

"Oh yes, God, Gary, that is so good, what took us so long, Oh my god, that is good."

Karen reached up and pulled Gary down to her and kissed him, their tongues making a smacking sound as they sucked and kissed each other. She pulled on his lower lip with her lips and tongue, licking the moisture they created off his lip. Her hands hugged his shoulders as they pounded away at each other, the table moving gently under their bodies, the legs shifting and jerking with their movement.

Gary could feel his balls begin to throb and he could feel the moment build inside him and he began to pound faster and as he did so he noticed that Karen was moaning more, and rubbing her clit on the base of his shaft each time he was fully inside her, and she too was making more noise and moaning more each time his cock sank into her deeply.

They both got more and more frantic in their movements and suddenly they were rushing over the edge and thrusting and bouncing on the table and Karen was biting her lip to keep from screaming out how happy she was, Gary was also grunting rather than bellowing his feelings out.

He kissed Karen's ear lobe and sucked it tenderly, nibbling gently on her neck as they came together, and slowly came down off the high, holding each other close together.

"I could feel that you wanted this at the airport." Karen said, seductively. "That monster has a wonderful way of making his presence known..."

"Good, and just exactly how long are you staying with your mom whilst you are here?" Gary asked.

"I somehow think I am going to be extending my stay but it is planned for only a week."

"I have a travel agent for a friend and I am sure we can ask her to make some changes to the return flight for you." Gary suggested.

"Hmmm... that sounds like so tempting... Oh I wish I could do that, but I have to get back to finish a campaign."

"Can't you work on it remotely, online from here?"

"Let me find out. I will have to check with the client." Karen said, already half convinced that she could. "but who says that this is going to be a regular thing...?"

"If you think that I am going to let you get away AGAIN, then you have got another thing coming." Gary said very deliberately. "I think we'd better get dressed or your mom is going to have a very interesting time preparing supper."

They got up, washed and kissed each other clean, and dressed again, and were sitting drinking a warm cup of tea when Bea re-emerged from her room to make supper. She noticed that the table was not quite where she normally kept it, and the smile on her daughters face told her a story as well.

Bea smiled. 'I knew Gary would be a pleasant welcome home present.' She thought.



Going Back to School



If you've read my Journal you will know that I'm not a very big person (well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on) and that my face is quite young looking. In the spring of 2001 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it. 

Jon took a couple of days off work and we drove round the local comprehensive schools as the kids were going to school and when they were going home. It soon became obvious that that we should use the biggest school in the area. It has about 1,000 pupils and is about 3 miles from where we live.

On the second day Jon took me into town and bought me the school uniform. Some of the girls wore trousers and some navy pleated skirts. Guess which Jon bought for me. Along with the skirt he bought a white blouse that was a size too small, the right school tie, and some white knee socks (virgin socks he called them). Jon also bought a pair of knickers for me. I wasn't too happy about that as it now meant that I owned a pair of knickers, the first for 3 years! They weren't your usual big schoolgirl knickers (I'm happy to say), but small, white, bikini knickers. Again they were a size too small so they were a snug fit over my pussy. When we got home Jon had me cut the lining of the gusset out so that there was only one thin layer covering my pussy. It did feel strange putting them on.

Jon then looked through the second-hand ads in the local paper and went and bought me a girls cycle that was originally intended for someone smaller than me, but would allow the seat to be raised so that it looked realistic for me to be riding it.

I was hoping that Jon would mount a dildo through the seat like one of the bikes that he has in his garage, but when I asked him, he said that it wouldn't look right for a schoolgirl to park a bike in the school bike sheds with a dildo sticking up through the seat. Of course he was right.

Jon then told me to shorten the skirt until it was just 6 inches below my pussy. I was a bit surprised by this as all my other skirts and dresses are at least 3 inches shorter than that. Jon told me that I might well need that extra length if I got caught and had to look decent. He also told me to elongate the blouse buttonholes so that they'd pop open easily, and when not expected. Jon then told me to wash the uniform lots of times so that it lost its 'new' look 

The plan was that each morning for a few days (until I thought that I couldn't get away with it anymore), I would cycle to (and from) the school at the same time as the kids did. I would be wearing the uniform with the skirt so short that I would be letting everyone see my knickers. Once at the school I would mingle with the other kids and keep with the crowds until they went into their classes. I would then sneak out and cycle home. On an evening I would do the reverse.

The first Monday of the new term arrived and I got up, showered, removed my pussy rings (Jon's idea) and got dressed in my uniform (no bra -- I don't own any). Jon had decided to be late for work that morning so that he could drive along the route and park near the school and see how things were going. However, it wasn't to be. Five minutes before the time that Jon had said I should leave it started raining, quite hard. Jon said that wearing a coat could defeat the objective so he decided that I should abandon that day and try again on the Tuesday.

The next morning finally arrived and I set off. John had told me that I was to pedal standing up rather than sitting down whenever I could, that way I would attract more attention. When he told me that I hadn't thought about it being windy. As it turned out it was windy and my skirt was blowing all over the place. My legs and knickers were attracting attention and I'm surprised that I didn't cause a few cars to crash.

As I got nearer the school there were other kids on their bikes and I slowed down to their pace. Some of the lads noticed me and I got a few crude comments. I loved it.

All the other kids were getting off their bikes at the school gate so I did. I followed them to the bike sheds and gave a few of the lads a great view of my knickers as I bent over to put the lock on my bike. When I stood up I checked round the hem of my skirt, it was just above the bottom of my knickers, front and back.

I followed some girls through the yard and into the school. By that time I was attracting a bit of attention from some of the girls as well as the boys. To put it politely, the girls weren't happy with me, but the boys were. No one passed any comments about my age so I guess Jon was right, I could still pass as a schoolgirl.

Inside the girls I was following went to a locker room. I followed them in and pretended to be sorting my bag out. After a couple of minutes I went back out into the corridor to discover that there were hoards of kids walking up and down to their classes. 

I decided to 'go with the flow' and walked in the direction that most of them seemed to be going in. When I turned a corner there was a flight of stairs going up a couple of floors, and going round in a square circle -- if you know what I mean.

As I was going upstairs I realised that I had a group of boys behind me. I could hear the same boy's voices over and over, and they ware talking about me. Just as I got to the top I decided to give them a better view, I stopped and bent over to tie my shoelace; I could feel the skirt go right up. The lads would be able to see all my knickers, some of my flesh above my knickers, and (because my legs were apart) my knicker clad pussy. As I looked back though my legs to see the lads had stopped and were staring, I resolved to do the same without any knickers.

At the top I turned a corner then turned round and went back down the stairs. I got a few looks, and a few comments, but that was all. Walking back down the corridor I heard the bell go and the corridor started emptying. I needed somewhere to go. There was a door marked 'girls' so in I went. It was a changing room. I looked round and found a door. On the other side was a shower room. I went in and found another door. Through that was another changing room. I was a bit puzzled when I opened another door. It was back to the corridor and had a 'boys' sign on it. 

I was trying to workout what the set-up was as I walked back to the girl's changing room when I saw a notice board. There was a timetable for the use of the changing rooms, and the shared shower room. Not at the same time (English schools aren't at all liberated). The boys and girls used it alternatively with a used period after each period of use. That meant that there was plenty of time for any stragglers to get finished and out before the next batch came in. 

As soon as I'd read the timetable and saw that 5C girls were in there first period that afternoon, and 5D boys were there for the third period, I realised there was some potential there. I was just about to go out and head for home when the door opened and a man on overalls came in. After what seemed like ages of us staring at each other (I saw his eyes staring at the tops of my legs), he said, "what are you doing in here?" In a good (true) Welsh accent I told him that I was new to the school and I was looking for a toilet. He told me that I should hurry up or I'd be late for class. He walked over and locked the door to the showers as I walked out. 'That was it' I thought, 4A boys were due there first period and the caretaker was locking the door to the girl's changing room. I guessed that he had to go there in the middle of each unoccupied period and lock / unlock the appropriate shower room doors. 'Yes' I thought, 'I'm coming back at lunchtime.'

The corridors were deserted and I easily managed to get to the bike sheds and leave by the side entrance. As I pedalled home, standing on the pedals, I wished that Jon hadn't bought me the knickers.

At 11:30 I packed my tennis skirt, trainers and a T-shirt into my 'school' bag, put on my uniform and pedalled back to school. I was enjoying the car horns tooting and the odd wolf-whistle and me. By the time I arrived at the school kids were already leaving. I parked my bike and walked to the big yard that had hundreds of kids in it. I ignored the comments from both girls and boys and went straight into the school and found a girls toilet. I'd decided that I was going to unroll the skirt so that my knickers wouldn't show, back or front, the take off the knickers. I didn't feel comfortable wearing them.

I went into one of the stalls and locked the door. Before going any further I just had to relieve a pleasant itch that I had. I decided to strip off before getting busy with my fingers. As my clit was getting some treatment I heard a group of girls come it talking about the 'new girl' who was obviously a slut. One of them said that something should be done about her, but no one had any ideas. I heard them peeing then they left just before I climaxed.

Still feeling horny, I decided to go out of the stall still naked. I reckoned that if a girl came in I could just say that I'd spilt some fruit juice on myself and was cleaning it off. A bit daft, but not impossible. It was all quiet when I opened the door so I had a good look round and even opened the door to the corridor. I stuck my head out and saw 2 teachers walking my way. They were talking and not looking my way. I rushed back to the stall and locked myself back in. I was just fastening my blouse when the teachers came in and knocked on the door to my stall. "Come on, hurry up," she said, "everyone is supposed to be outside." "Won't be long." I said and just waited. Shortly afterwards I heard the door open and it went quiet.

I finished putting the skirt, socks and shoes on and went out. My skirt was very short, but long enough so that nothing was showing, unless I bent over or climbed some stairs.

Outside I just wandered round listening to the comments from both boys and girls. Some of the lads were asking me if I'd let them do all sorts of things to me but I just ignored them. One girl (on her own) came up to me and asked me who I was. Putting on a strong Welsh accent I told her that my name was Vanessa Evans, in 5C and that I was new to the school that day. I asked her what the school was like. She told me all sorts of things that I didn't really want to know, but one thing she told me was that she wished that she'd got the nerve to wear skirts that short. She said that she'd either get into trouble with a teacher or groped by some of the boys. When she said that bit I said, "Oow, that sounds nice." A bit later she said that she was in 5A and asked me if I'd got my P.E. kit with me. When I told her that I had she said, "Good, you'll be going on a cross-country run straight after lunch. I said, "Great, I'm really looking forward to that." My voice tone gave the impression that I wasn't happy, but in reality I was, a chance to flash my ass and pussy to a few people.

The buzzer went and everyone moved towards the door. I headed back to the toilets and waited for ten minuets before going to the changing rooms. As I walked in some of the girls looked at me. One said, "Who are you?" I told the same story and found a space at the back. I got a couple of funny looks as I got changed. When I was ready, most of the girls had already left. Outside, I stood at the back as the teacher, a hunk of a man in his mid twenties, told everyone the route. Amidst numerous moans and groans (not the variety I'm used to) the girls set off. As I passed the teacher he stooped me and asked who I was. As I gave him the same story my nipples got even harder as his eyes tried to burn through the thin T-shirt. He accepted what I said and off I went. I looked back before I turned the corner; he was still watching me.

Fortunately, Jon has kept me reasonably fit and I managed to not loose sight of the girls. I even passed a few who probably thought more of cigarettes than exercise. We went along a few streets and then through a few fields before arriving back at the school. I wanted to be one of the last back so I walked slowly from the school gate to the changing room. Some girls were already getting dressed, and some were in the showers. None of them took any notice of my bald pubes as I walked to the shower. In fact there were two other girls in the shower who also had no pubic hair, and quite a few who trimmed theirs.

I was the last out of the shower and really took my time getting dried. As I was putting my blouse on the last girls left, leaving me all alone. I took my blouse off again and put all my clothes in a locker. I went back into the shower, checked the door to the boy's changing room (locked) and waited. 

I was very bored and frigged again. Eventually I heard the door from the corridor to the girl's changing room open. I knew that I was taking a risk that it would be the same caretaker, I figured that the school was big enough to have more than one. I had my back to the door when it opened and a middle-aged man walked it. He said something ad I turned round to face him. I didn't try to hide anything and just stood there. Eventually he told me that I should have been finished ages ago and suggested that I get dressed quickly. I slowly walked passed him into the changing room. I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked to the lockers. I turned to face the lockers and saw him go into the showers and lock the door. 

First part of the adventure over. I then had to wait for a while to make sure that he was gone. As I waited, my fingers were busy again.

Eventually I figured he would be long gone and I started the next phase. I looked out of the door to the corridor, and seeing no one, I quickly ran to the door to the boy's changing room. There was no one in there so I walked round and then went into the shower room.

I was still naked and the only way back to my clothes was through the boy's changing room and the corridor. My plan was that I would wait until the boys came for their P.E. class. If any of them came into the shower at the start of their lesson I planned to be shocked and then run to the door to the girl's changing room Finding that locked I would look round then run through the boy's changing room, out into the corridor, then into the girl's changing room. If none of them came into the shower at the start of the lesson then I would wait until the end and then react in the same way. This is what I really wanted, as I would probably (hopefully) see some naked boys.

After a boring eternity I heard the boys arrive. My heart pace increased and my pussy got wetter in anticipation. Nothing happened and the everything went quiet.

I had to take care of that itch again, and slowly passed the time with busy finger.

I heard a door open and some boys talking. I turned the shower on, turned my back to where the boys would come in, and waited. My pussy was dripping, and it was nothing to do with what was coming out of the showerhead. I swear that if I'd had to wait much longer I would have cum just standing there. 

The door opened and I heard at least 3 boys talking, then silence. I turned round, screamed then ran to the door to the girls changing room. After frantically trying to force the door I turned round and faced them with my hands still on the door handle behind me. I stared at them and they stared at me. Four more boys came in and just stopped. Out of the 7 naked boys in there, 5 didn't have a towel with them. Four were covering their dicks with either towels or hands but the other 3 just stood there. One was starting to get a little erection.

Eventually one of them said, "What have we got here then?" With that I bolted for the door to the boys changing room. As I went through the door, one of them stuck his leg out and over I went. I went headlong, face down and crashed into one of the benches. I passed out. When I came round I was on my back on the floor, arms and legs out wide. Just about all of the lads, in various states of undress, were stood round looking down at me. Half of the lads were naked and I could see a few little dicks, one was hard. I pretended to be frightened, but didn't move an inch. When one of them said, "She's okay, get her. With that about 20 pairs of hands were all over me. I pretended to be petrified, and even struggled a bit. In reality I loved it. My breasts were getting mauled, my nipples squeezed and my pussy probed.

Amazingly, I could see through the mass of legs and saw the door to the corridor open. I was expecting someone to come in, but all that happened was that a man's voice shouted, "Be quiet you lot, and hurry up." With that the door shut again.

The boys stopped for a second and I managed to break free. Before they had chance to start again I turned over and crawled between some legs. I managed to get up and went for the door. Out in the corridor I looked both ways as I turned towards the girl's changing room. There was a man walking the same way as I was going. I flew passed him and was just going into the girl's room when he said, "BOY, GET BACK HERE!" 

I ignored him and continued in. I went about half way down the room and just stood there facing the door, getting my breath back. I was gasping for air when the door opened and the man walked in. Seeing me facing him, naked, he gasped and said, "I thought.... Sorry." And went out.

I'd done it. I just had to make myself cum again. I stood there with my legs apart and frigged until I came. I was that excited that it didn't take long.

When I calmed down I decided that I'd better get out of there. I put my blouse, skirt, socks and shoes on and left. The corridor was empty and I made it back to the girl's toilet without seeing anyone. After a pee, I headed out to the bike sheds and then cycled home. I stayed sat down on the bike all the way home, but I let the skirt go over the back of the seat rather than sit on it. The cold seat was nice on my sopping pussy.

I didn't go back that evening and when I told Jon what I'd done he told me that I'd done well, but not what he'd told me to do. He took me up to the 'whipping T', strapped me on and gave me 20 strokes with the tawse. As usual I counted them saying, "One, thank you Master" etc. When I'd had all 20 he left me for about half an hour before coming back and fucking me while I was still strapped on. After he'd cum, he went and had a shower then untied me, told me to have a shower then go to bed. 

Next morning it was school again. The bike ride was fun again, it was a bit windy again, and my skirt was all over the place. My only disappointment was that I was wearing knickers, even though they were showing because my skirt wasn't long enough to completely cover them, front or back. I got the same sort of comments from a few of the kids, but I just walked into the bike sheds, parked my bike and walked into the school.

I went into the girls toilet and tucked part of the hem of my skirt in the back of my knickers -- just as if I'd been to the toilet and hadn't paid much attention when pulling my knickers back up. As I walked out and down the corridor in amongst the crowds I heard comments like, "Look at that slut," "Wow, look at those legs," "Look at her knickers," "Stupid bitch," "What a tart." I loved every minute of it. 

Walking down the corridor one of the boys walking towards me stopped right in front of me causing me to stop. He said, "Hi Vanessa, what are you doing here?" and then, "I nearly didn't recognise you with your clothes on." It was one of the group of boys who seem to take it in turns to come and collect the money for the newspapers. I said, "Hi, I've decided to get myself an education, please don't tell anyone who I am". When he said, "okay" I thanked him and and walked on. As I walked away I heard him say, "Vanessa, you've got your skirt tucked in your knickers." I pretended that I didn't know but pulled it out because other kids were watching me and it was obvious that I'd heard him.




Going Back to School



I needed a bit more excitement and went to the toilet again. I took my knickers off and put them in my bag. Next I unrolled my skirt a little so that it just covered my ass and pussy. After a quick plunge of my fingers into my pussy and a pull on my clit, I went out and headed for the stairs. I didn't have long to wait before I saw a group of older lads heading for the stairs. I worked it so that I got there just in front of them and they followed me up. At first I couldn't hear any comment about me from them so I 'dropped' my bag in front of me, stopped and bent forward to pick it up. The lads had to stop and when they looked up to see who had caused the problem they got a right eye-full. I heard one of them say, "Fucking hell, look at that!" 

Needless to say I didn't rush to stand up straight again, or get moving again. Just before I did move I felt a hand on my pussy. Only for a second or so, but long enough for a finger to go inside me. As I started walking up the stairs again, I looked round and saw one lad holding his hand in front of his face and a few others looking at it.

When I got to the top I decided to spend a couple of minutes standing against the rail looking down the stair well. I've done this a few times in shops and shopping centres. I love looking down on people who are looking up at me and right up my skirt. It gets me wet just thinking about it. Anyway, quite a few kids, boys and girls, looked up at me. The picture on some of their faces was fantastic.

I heard a woman's voice telling the kids to get a move on, so I decided that I'd better move. As I walked down the stairs a couple of lads stumbled a bit as they looked up my skirt and saw my pussy. At one point I had to hold my bag in front of my legs as a woman teacher came up the stairs towards me. I needn't have worried because there were too many kids around for her to see my legs.

By the time I'd got down and part way along the corridor the number of kids still on the corrider was reducing rapidly. I headed to the girls toilet and locked myself in a stall. I had a bit of time to kill, and a lovely warm feeling to take care of.

It was quiet and there was no one around when I came out. I thought about trying the showers trick again, but decided that I'd better do as Jon told me and go home.

It was only when I climbed onto my bike and sat down that I remembered that I hadn't got any knickers on. It didn't feel as windy, so I thought, 'sod it', and kept going. I'm sure that a couple of motorists saw what I wasn't wearing, but I didn't hear any screeching of tyres or big bangs so I guess that no one could accuse me of causing an accident.

I was a bit late setting of back to the school that afternoon, and when I arrived I was going the opposite way to just about everyone else. When I got the the bike sheds I decided that I would probably be wasting my time going in, so I turned round and started walking my bike to the gate.

Each time I left the school I went out of a side entrance which was out of sight from the main part of the school. The path went over part of the playing fields, and as I was walked my bike to the gate I had to stop for 3 girls who stepped in front of me. The girl in the middle was obviously the leader. Her skirt was rolled-up (not as short as mine) and she had a cigarette in her hand and obviously fancied herself as the schoolgirls bully. 

She asked me who I was. Then she told me that she was the one that ran the place, and that all the girls did what she told them. I just laughed at her and said, "Not any more they don't, they've got me now." (Yes, I know it was out of character for me, but she annoyed me, and I was feeling brave. I wasn't going to be told what to do by this 15 year-old kid). There was a bit of an exchange of insults, then she slapped my face; so I slapped her face back. "Right slut," she said, "you're mine." To her mates she said, "Leave this slut to me, I'm going to smash her face in."

Before I really realised what was happening we were rolling round on the grass together, my blouse buttons had popped open and my tits were showing. She saw this and started grabbing at my blouse. Before long it was hanging off on one arm. My skirt was up round my waist and my knickers were showing. I decided that I needed to do something and went for her blouse. I tore the buttons open, some of them ripped off, and I grabbed her bra. It was a 'front loader' and her big tits flopped out when I grabbed it and pulled.

By that time there were dozens of kids in a circle round us cheering us on.

Over and over we rolled, grabbing at whatever we could of the other. I ripped her blouse and bra off (my blouse had already gone). Next I felt a rip as the elastic round the top of my knickers broke. Then my skirt went. I was naked (apart from my school tie, socks and shoes) by then, but not beaten. In fact I got some extra strength from somewhere and gave her one almighty punch to her stomach. When she doubled-up it was easy for me to rip her knickers and skirt off. We were both naked. I was really getting the better of her and sat on her chest facing her head. I got my knees over her shoulders and pinned her arms with my shins. My pussy was extremely close to her face. I suddenly felt her knees in my back and realised that she was trying to hook my arms under her knees and pull me over backwards.

With a burst of strength I let her hook my arms, bit I immediately pulled hard and leaned forwards. She was now bent double with me holding her arm and legs down and with my pussy on her face. She struggled for a minute or so, then stopped and looked up at me. She was mad as hell, but beaten. She just couldn't move. Her pussy was on display for everyone to see and the kids were enjoying it. 

I looked down at her and said, "Admit defeat bitch?" She didn't say anything so I rubbed my wet pussy onto her mouth and nose. "Eat that." I said. I don't know if she was going to or not because all of a sudden I heard a man's voice shouting, "Get up at once." Looking up I saw 2 men teachers looking down at us. The crowd had gone silent and had moved back a bit.

I got up and stood facing the teachers so did the other girl. She was trying to cover her hairy pussy and tits, but I stood there with my arms at my sides. After a few seconds while the teachers looked us up and down, one of them said, "I know you're Wendy Johnston, but who are you (looking at my face for the first time)?" "Vanessa Evans sir, I'm new here, only started yesterday." "Not a very good start is it? Get your clothes on both of you, and go home. I want to see both of you at the headmaster's office at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Understand?" We both said, "Yes sir," and turned towards where our clothes were. 

We both put our clothes on as best we could. My blouse only had 3 buttons left on it and the zip on my skirt was broken. My knickers were beyond anything so I just left them on the grass. I cycled home sitting on the cycle seat all the way. If I'd stood up my skirt would have slipped down and I would have probably caused an accident.

About an hour after I got home, Jon got home from work. When I told him what hapenned he just laughed and said, "That was fun while it lasted, I'll have to think of some other fun you can have pretending to be a schoolgirl again."

Well, that's all about my fun as a schoolgirl. I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

Love 

Vanessa



Going Back To School Day 01



(A Dylan James Adventure)

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Those of you familiar with Dylan and his exploits will know that after he finished his stuntman apprenticeship in Los Angeles, he went to Europe for a few months to celebrate and just chill out before returning to the rigors of his new profession in Los Angeles. This story is about the beginning of that celebration trip. 

If you are not familiar with Dylan and his adventures in Hollywood, please check out all his other adventures. However, this is a stand-alone series. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

Dylan was standing on the sidewalk looking at the dorm building that he was going to be staying in for the next 5 days. It was so strange to be back on a college campus after all this time. After his time in New York and Los Angeles, he never thought he would be back surrounded by students and living in a dorm, even if it was just for a few days. 

Jeff, his old college roommate had just dropped him off and would be back in a few hours to pick him for dinner. Jeff had to run off to his classes that had him busy for the rest of the afternoon. Dylan smiled to himself to think about Jeff loose on a college campus and now a professor. After himself, Jeff was the biggest whore hound that Dylan had ever met. Jeff surrounded by all this college age pussy must be going slowly insane. He would want to fuck everything that walked but Jeff did take his job very seriously, and he would not want to cause a situation with a coed that would affect his career. The pressure must be driving him crazy. Dylan laughed to himself as he hauled his bags up the stairs and down the hall to room 219. This dorm building was a smaller, older building that was not used much during the summer according to Jeff. It had been totally redone about 4 years ago and all the old rooms had been converted into suites. A suite would consist of 2 large separate rooms connected by a shared bathroom. Each room would sleep two – so in a shared suite there would be four people using the bathroom. Jeff had been very clear to tell him that no one else was using his suite. He had it totally to himself. 

Dylan unlocked the door and opened it. It was like going back almost 10 years in a single moment. It looked very much like the dorm room that he had shared with Jeff in their undergrad days. The only difference was it was a little bigger and the furniture was certainly nicer, but it still was a modern college dorm room. He threw his bags on one bed and sat down on the other. He was tired from the flight. He had left LA very early in the morning (like 5:30 AM) and had to fly east and change planes to get to this little town that Jeff was teaching in. His plane had been late, so instead of having a nice leisurely visit with Jeff, he had been driven straight to campus and dumped off as Jeff sped away to teach his classes. Dylan looked at his watch and surprised to find that it was only 3 in the afternoon where he was. He was famished. Jeff had told him where the student union was and then he could rest for an hour or two before dinner with Jeff. 

Dylan and Jeff had met and been roommates in under grad together both studying theatre. But after school they had gone off to different graduate schools, Dylan to North Carolina and Jeff to Northwestern. After grad school, they had met up again in New York and shared a small apartment in Brooklyn while they continued pursuing their individual dreams, Dylan to be a stuntman and Jeff to be a playwright. Soon after Dylan got his apprentice gig in LA and moved there, Jeff realized that he could write plays anywhere and not be a waiter the rest of his life. He was lucky when he got a job as a professor at Texas Tech in Lubbock. The old friends and roommates kept in close contact, and when Dylan told Jeff he was headed to Europe for a couple of months to celebrate his graduation from his apprenticeship, Jeff had an idea to help him out. Jeff offered him a quick easy job to come to his school and give a week long seminar on stage combat and sword-fighting and stage falls, and Jeff would get his department to pay him a real good check for his time. Plus they could hang out for a week, just like old times. Knowing that he would need a lot of money for Europe, Dylan readily agreed. 

That is how he found himself sitting in this Texas dorm room tired and hungry. He got up and unpacked his travel bag and got out his shaving kit. He tried a couple of doors in the room until he found the one to the bathroom. It was a large all tile room with a large glassed-in shower, dual sinks, toilet and lots of counter space. It was nicer then he thought it would be, and it was certainly nicer than the one he shared back in the day with Jeff and 30 other guys back in Georgia.

He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He checked the door to the other part of the suite, but it was locked from the other side. He was sure that he had the suite to himself, but to be on the safe side, he threw everything back into his kit and took it back to his room. He quickly unpacked and changed shirts. He grabbed his key to room and his wallet and headed out the door. 

As he walked down the hallway, he passed two young coeds ahead back in the direction of his room. The girls could have been mistaken for sisters they were so alike. They were both very slim and petite with nicely formed tits. They both were wearing tops with thin little straps that stopped just about their belly buttons, and very tight shorts. Both their taut bellies were pierced and it was clear that they did not have bras on as their good sized breasts bounced with each step they took. They were both brunettes, yet this seemed to be the first visible difference. One had dark brown hair to her shoulders, while the other's was little longer falling to just below her shoulder blades. They were both pretty – not beautiful – but their youth and grace certainly caught Dylan's eye as he passed. He waited a second and then turned to check out their asses, and found he was looking at them look back at him. They started to giggle loudly and flounced down the hall as Dylan smiled to himself. They had caught him, but their asses were wonderful. Round and packed into really tight shorts that hugged the crack of their asses and tops of their brown thighs. 

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as he came out into the sunshine. Summer was just starting and it was already getting warmer in the afternoons. As he got his bearings and headed for the student union, Dylan was passing young girl after young girl dressed for summer in shorts, and little skirts, and little tops and little dresses that showed skin everywhere. This was going to be a very productive week as he worked at the college teaching some professional workshops for Jeff and his students in the theatre department, and maybe some lovely little horny coed would like to suck his 9 inch cock while he was here. He could only hope. 

He had a burger at the student union and afterward took a slow walk around this small campus. He found the theatre building so he knew where to go in the morning. Yet, getting up at such an early hour and the long flight was taking a toll on him, so he headed back to his room. He felt grimy so he decided to take a shower. He again checked the door to the other part of the suite and it was still locked. After his shower, he was drying his hair when he thought that he heard noises coming from behind the same door, but after turning off his blow dryer he didn't hear anything. Again to be sure he packed up everything, and went back into his room wrapped in just a towel. Exhausted he lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep. He had set the alarm on his cell phone to ring after he crashed for a couple of hours so he could get ready when Jeff picked him up for dinner. 

There was a heavy pounding on his door as Dylan sprang awake. His cell phone was gently beeping like the battery was about to go out. He looked at the time. It was 7PM. The knocking on the door continued, so he got up and opened the door to find Jeff standing there. 

"Hey, man, you okay?"

Dylan shook his head to clear the cobwebs, "Yeah, just fell asleep that's all."

Jeff pushed past him into the room, "Well, get dressed. I am starved." Dylan quickly changed into a pair of jeans and dress shirt and put on his boots. And they headed out for a night in Lubbock. 

They had gone down to the Depot section of town for streaks and beer, and they got plenty of that. The town was much hipper then Dylan thought it would be with several cool bars and eateries. The night was warm and college kids were everywhere. As the two friends talked, they were sitting outside a local brew pub watching the world go by. Pretty girl after pretty girl came by and Dylan was amazed at the quality of women here in this Texas town. They were stunning. Jeff just smiled and nodded. He had been here only a year, but he claimed to have nailed 10 coeds, two colleagues, and be having a quiet but passionate affair with the wife of his department head. He was pretty much in paradise as he saw it. Dylan smiled as he admonished himself for doubting his old roommate. Jeff had been getting "busy", very busy. 

After dinner, they hit a couple of bars, did some shots and smoked a joint in Jeff's car on the way back to the dorm. They got back about 10:30 PM. The school day started early for Jeff, plus he was putting in a late-night appearance over at the department head's house. "The boss is gone, and the wife's alone," is how Jeff had put it. Dylan wished him luck, and they said goodnight. 

Dylan had a pretty good buzz his he made his way to his room. As he fumbled with the door, he realized he really needed to take a piss from all the beer, plus he could use a shower. He was covered in cigarette smoke from the Texas bars. He threw off all his clothes and staggered into the bathroom naked with his pants lizard at almost full length from his piss hard-on. 

The bathroom was full of steam and there was movement in the shower. Dylan caught by surprise said, "Excuse me," and was about to leave the bathroom when a head came out from the shower door. "Who the fuck are you?"

Before Dylan could answer, another head appeared from behind the shower door. "Hey, it's the guy from the hallway. Fuck! Look at that cock!"

Dylan realized that he was looking at the two young girls he saw in the hallway earlier that day. Both of them were in the shower together and the way they were holding the door now allowed him to catch a glimpse at two of the most gorgeous sets of breasts he could remember. 

The first girl to appear asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I am staying next door."

The second girl said, "Fuck, they gave that room away again and didn't tell us." 

The first girl said sternly, "Close the door, you are letting all the heat out."

Dylan started to leave then decided to see what would happen if he stayed. So he shut the door and he was still inside the steam-filled bathroom. He walked over to the toilet and started to take a piss. The shower door had closed and both girls were giggling and whispering on the other side. He thought he caught something about "he stayed" and "a really big dick" and "stud." Dylan smiled. At 6'4" and the way he looked from working out every day, he was used to those kinds of reactions from women. He finished his business and flushed the toilet, and he heard a cry from inside the shower. "Oh fuck! That is hot!"

He laughed to himself and was washing his hands, when the shower door opened again. The second girl stuck her head out, "Are you finished?"

"No, I want to take a shower," Dylan said nonchalantly.

"Well, just don't stand there. Get in. The hot water will run out soon." 

Dylan walked over and quickly got into the shower between the two girls. The water was nice and hot as he sandwiched between the two giggling coeds. Their tits were big and firm and full. Their pussies were shaved. One girl had a tattoo just over the top of her crotch and the other had one on her right buttock. They both began to rub their wet bodies against his.

"I am Megan and this is Kasey," the first girl said as she ran her hand across his six-pack abs. 

"I am Dylan," he sighed as Kasey ran her soapy hand over his tight butt and squeezed.   "Hi Dylan, it is very nice to meet you and your rather large friend," Megan spoke enthusiastically as she grabbed his now full grown cock with her soapy hand and started to stroke his thick stalk up and down. Kasey pressed her soapy breasts across his back and reached between his legs and started to fondle his large, sperm filled balls. 

"So what were you girls doing in the shower together," Dylan groaned. As he spoke, Kasey slid down and began licking him right between his ass cheeks, her flitting tongue tickling and working its way inside his asshole. 

"We were going to spend an evening muff diving, but we both prefer a hard cock. Especially a nice long one like this," Megan said as she continued to stroke his thick cock in her soapy hands. Dylan moaned in pleasure at the sensations these vixens were giving him. He reached out and touched Megan's round tits for the first time. She arched her back a little to drive the mounds into his hands. 

"Relax. You are going to enjoy this," she said as she got down on her knees and began to lick around the head of his big thick cock. As Megan started to sucked his prick into her mouth, plus Kasey's tongue was going to town on his ass and squeezing his balls, the feelings that these naked coeds were giving him almost made his knees buckle. He spread out his arms from the tiled wall to the frosted glass wall holding himself in place while the girls worked him over. Megan started fingering her own heated cunt and clit as she got more and more turned on while trying to devour his thick throbbing member. He watched as the cute young girl swallowed most of his 9 inches of hard muscled prick. She took him like a pro, sliding his cock deep until he hit the back of her throat, then slowly sucking his pole and pulling it throbbing out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Kasey had reached farther between his wide-spread legs and was stroking his cock as Megan's mouth withdrew. The duel stimulation on his pulsing cock was driving Dylan crazy. He felt himself close to cumming much faster than he intended or desired too. 

When Kasey slipped a finger into his slick asshole, Dylan knew that he wouldn't last long especially with Megan sucking the life out of his cock. He kept himself from cumming by grabbing Megan and pulling her on her feet and kissing her deep. 

"I don't want to cum that fast, let's do something else." 

Megan opened the shower door, dripping water everywhere as she pulled Dylan out and made him lay down on the bathroom floor. Kasey joined Megan on the floor beside the outstretched Dylan. He looked up as the two soaking wet girls kissed each other over him. Megan then climbed on top of his face in reverse cowgirl and shoved her wet pussy into his face. Her thighs closed around his head as her wet cunt was pierced by his long tongue. Megan's shaved pussy slide back and forth across his tongue and nose as she eagerly rubbed her wet cunt lips against his face. Her hot hole tasted sweet with a lingering tartness. He was almost drowning from all the water coming off her body and wet hair that ran down between her thighs and onto his face. 

Kasey was equally busy as she kissed her way down and across Dylan's wet stomach and abs toward his towering prick. Wrapping her hands around his throbbing dick, she began to lick the large engorged mushroom head. Then she began to sink her mouth over his meat tube taking about half his length into her throat. Whatever she lacked in technique she made up in sheer enthusiasm. As she attacked his fat cock with her hot mouth, her hands were busy roaming over his large balls and playing with his sensitive asshole.

Dylan had hold of Megan's swinging tits, rubbing and pinching her nipples while she rode his probing tongue. She seemed to like the effect that this producing as she started to moan in long quivering cries as she drove her leaking cunt back and forth across his face. Kasey had him on the edge again with her oral attack, and Dylan was moaning into Megan's soaked pussy as Kasey drove his lengthy cock deeper and deeper into her tight throat. He was so close to orgasm and he had decided to just pour his cum down Kasey's gullet, when she pulled her hot mouth off his agitated prick giving him a few seconds breather, then she straddled his shaft slowly sinking her spicy pussy down his broad length inch by excited inch. Dylan was sure he had fucked a tighter, wetter cunt than Kasey's, but he couldn't remember when as she started to fuck his cock with long and slow strokes. Megan and she began to kiss each other passionately as Dylan's excitement grew. He channeled his desire into working Megan's drooling cunt with his tongue. He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he found and flicked her hard throbbing nub with his tongue repeatedly. Megan began to moan and tremble while she flipped her hips in earnest at his face as Dylan continued his attack on her pulsing clit. When he twisted her hard nipples, she broke her kiss with Kasey and let out a loud scream as a massive orgasm rocked her. At the same time, Dylan's mouth was flooded with a thick cream of pungent girl cum as he continued to lick and suck her hot squirting cunt. 

As Meagan came all over his face, Kasey had picked up the pace and was moving up and thrusting down hard on Dylan's soaring tower, impaling herself on it completely again and again. While bouncing up and down on his rigid prick, her gorgeous tits were swinging wildly as water cascaded down over her hot body. Her breathing came hard and deep as she impaled herself again and again on his hard cock.

Meagan just about exploded again when Dylan's tongue started to lick her asshole. As his long tongue started to explore her rosebud, she franticly started to kiss Kasey and groaned in a high whining voice. She shoved her ass back him wanting more. When his finger slipped inside her tight hole and began to fuck her while he licked around it, she cried out another orgasm and his face was flooded with another wave of pussy juice. Kasey forced Meagan's gaping mouth on to her rock hard nipples as she bounced up and down on his great hard-on. Meagan was in overload with Dylan's tongue on her vibrating clit, her mouth filled with a generous helping of succulent tit and a finger pushing deep into her sensitive asshole. When Dylan slipped another finger inside her rear tunnel, she moaned around Kasey's tit and came hard for a third time. Her ass bucking and jumping, she flooded his face once again as she began to scream in pleasure from this orgasm, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" Thick juice poured from her leaking hole and dripped down the sides of Dylan's face and onto his tongue. Surge after surge of girl cum poured from her covering Dylan's face and neck. Finally completely spent, she rolled off his mouth and finger and slumped to the side on the floor. 

Kasey was having a great time riding Dylan massive cock as it slid in and out of her tight hot cunt. Her tits were bouncing in all directions as she rode him, and he reached up and cupped her breasts. She grabbed his hands and held them tightly to her bouncing milk glands. A slowly building moan began to build deep Kasey's petite body as she fucked herself faster and harder. From the way that her cunt was gripping and fluttering along length of his thick cock, Dylan knew that she was about to cum. She put her hands against his chest for support and began working her ass overtime as she tried to drive more and more of cock into her clutching sheath. Again and again, her stretched pussy rode to the top of his great big pipe leaving only the large head in her wet twat, than she would slam her cunt down taking his thick rod to the base. 




Going Back To School Day 01



"Oh god yes ... oh god yes ... oh god yes," she kept repeating and repeating as she drove him deeper and deeper into her fiery hole. Suddenly, she stopped moving, her cunt locked around the base of his cock, and she started to tremble and her pussy gripped his prick like a vise. "OOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFUCKKKKKK!" she cried as her climax hit hard. She rode him all the way through her cum and Dylan just tried to hang on as her cunt tube rippled and pulled at his invading member. Finally, she collapsed on his chest exhausted. 

Dylan lay on the tile floor of the bathroom with one stranger's rippling pussy wrapped around his jutting cock and her roommate panting beside him on the floor, spent from multiple orgasms. His cock ached in Kasey's tight cunt for release. He had been extra horny anyway having not been with someone in a couple of days, but Jeff's pot had made him even hornier. Yet, it had the effect of postponing his orgasm. It kind of dulled his senses and made it possible for him to hold off his cum longer than usual. He was still raring to go and wanted to deposit his seed in one of these girls' willing wombs. He flexed his rock hard cock inside of Kasey's juicy cunt. She moaned in response and raised her head. 

"You're still hard after all that? Didn't you cum?" Dylan just shook his head in silent response to her question. "Fuck, you are a stud!" Kasey pushed up from his chest, her beautiful 34C's moving and swinging from the effort, her delicious cunt still locked on to his raging prick."You wanna fuck me again?" she asked looking down into his eyes. 

Dylan nodded. "Very much so," he groaned as she squeezed his cock hard with her cunt muscles. 

"You wanna slide your hard cock into my wet pussy?"

"God, yes!"

"Good," said Kasey as she bent over and French kissed him on the mouth. Her tongue dueling with his as a rekindled fire began to burning inside her eager cunt. Than breaking the kiss, she whispered in his ear, "Me too. How do you want to do it?" 

"From behind."

"Fuck, yeah!" Kasey stood up, her slick pussy slowly sliding off Dylan's long thick tool. She groaned as the fat member left her overstretched channel. The humid air of the bathroom felt cool on his prick as it was exposed to the open. She turned and leaned against the long bathroom counter. She turned at looked at Dylan as he rose from the floor like some Greek god rising from the sea with his cut arms and chest and the big thick cock waving in the air in front of him. Her hot little cunt was just jumping and drooling with the thought of him fucking her again with that 9 inch pussy pleaser. Yet, Dylan view was no less exciting. With her long, toned legs spread wide open for him and her wet shaved cunt winking at him from between her thighs. With her shapely ass stuck out for him and her creamy breasts hanging down and swinging slightly from her movements, Kasey was every inch the hot young college coed that all guys dream about fucking. And he had just met her and he was going to pound her succulent pussy a second time. "Life is very good," he thought as he moved behind her and ran his hand down her side. She looked back over her should at him with smoky eyes, "Fuck me!" she said. "Fuck my tight pussy with that awesome cock of yours!"

He moved up behind her and his hefty cock slid forward, the tip brushing against the slit of her leaking pussy. She shuddered in anticipation. He took his thick weapon in his hand and rubbed it up and down her wet slit, teasing her pussy with the large mushroom head. Kasey leaned forward and spread her legs slightly, and reached back between her legs guiding him directly into her cunt. He pushed in slowly, filling her. He slid in a few inches, relishing the heat and tightness of her college-age pussy, than he pulled out. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You ready?" Kasey just moaned in response. 

With one swift motion Dylan slammed his cock all the way into Kasey's pussy, driving his giant cock into her trembling pussy to the hilt. Kasey gasped as she felt him inside her – he felt so big. Dylan started a slow pumping action driving his cock in and out of Kasey's tight pussy, savoring the feeling of her pussy walls gripping his cock as he slid out and then back in. 

"Ooooh fuck, that feels so good," moaned Kasey with pleasure as Dylan continued fucking her from behind. He was picking up the pace, driving deeper and deeper into her yielding cunt with each stroke. She humped back against him, trying to get as much of his mammoth shaft inside her as she could. Dylan took his hands off Kasey's hips and reached in front to grab her swinging tits, pulling her against him as he slammed his cock deep inside her. He pinched and pulled on her hard erect nipples, making her moan even louder. Her firm buttocks provided a rebounding surface for his powerful thighs as he plunged again and again into her quivering depths. From this position, he was so deep inside her cunt that he could feel her cervix move aside with each stroke. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers bounced off the tile walls of the bathroom. With each invading thrust of his huge cock, his swollen balls slapped against her pulsing clit sending tremors of delight surging through her body. Kasey started shaking and crying out, "I'm cuming, I'm cuming!" as Dylan bottomed out in her overwhelmed cunt with each thrust. Her own orgasm overtaking her, Kasey's sizzling pussy began spasming around Dylan's jutting cock as he continued thrusting into her creaming cunt. Her whole body shaking, her screams bounced of walls and echoed again and again as Dylan pounded her pussy from behind.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFUUCCKKKKKKKK!!!"

Dylan looked over her shoulder at Kasey's face reflected in the steamed up mirror. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open slack-jawed as his powerful cock sawed in and out of her gushing cunt. Her look of pure desire, of pure passion excited him and made him want to push her even to a higher level. He looked down and watched his thick cock glistening with her cunt juice disappear into her smoking groove again and again. Kasey continued to scream and moan as her orgasm washed over her. It was bliss! But he wanted more. He looked over his shoulder at Megan sitting on the floor watching them. She was rubbing her juicy pussy with two fingers as she stared intently at his long cock disappearing into Kasey's hole again and again. 

"Join us. Come on," Dylan urged. Megan at once, moved in front of Kasey and buried her face in her friend's flooded crack. Megan started licking and sucking on Kasey's throbbing clit with a vengeance while his large cock plunged into her juicing cunt from behind. His swinging balls bouncing off Megan's face and chin with each thrust. Megan's tongue would lick off the pussy juice from Dylan's retreating dick on each backstroke. And lick the underside has he plowed into Kasey's cunt on each upstroke. He was in paradise now. Two girls, one tight juicy pussy wrapped like velvet around his cock, and one tongue lapping at his cock on each retreat and advance. He began to feel that far off feeling at the base of his balls telling him that a climax was on its way. And this one was going to be a huge one.

Kasey was in constant orgasm now that Megan had locked onto her vibrating clit and Dylan's cock kept riding up into her womb on each powerful thrust. Her ass was in overtime moving back and forth between to her two pleasure givers, the ravenous mouth licking and sucking her pulsating vulva and the relentless shaft that kept plunging into her inner depths again and again. Her throat was raw from screaming but the pleasure was unceasing as she leapt from the crest to the crest of another huge cum over and over. She passed through three, four, five screaming orgasms until her fevered brain lost count and still they came. The muscles of her well-worn fuckhole were rippling and grabbing at Dylan's plunging cock on each thrust, and the tickling of Megan's talented tongue was wreaking havoc with his concentration. He could feel the cum welling up in his balls and he was about to exploded into her clutching pussy, when Kasey gave a final shout and collapsed in his arms. Fainting from the constant pleasure didn't stop her cunt from grasping his cock in its iron grip with one last climax. The increased pressure from her quaking quim and Megan's tongue on his balls sent Dylan over the top into one of the more explosive orgasms he had ever experienced. 

"JESSSSSSUUUUUUUSSSS," Dylan screamed as his balls contracted and he shot rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside Kasey's voracious hole. His cum poured from him like a water hose coating the inside of the young girl's womb with a thick paste of white male jism. The amount of cum shooting out of him and the tightness of her undulating cunt forced the flow of hot jizz out around the base of his spearing cock and onto the tongue and lips of Megan as it poured from Kasey's cunt in on gushes. She greedily sucked up every drop as it rushed from her roommate's twat. The pressure from Kasey's overstuffed gash on his thick cock was too much for Dylan and he yanked his still firing missile from her famished cunt. Suddenly, Megan was looking at the thick erupting cock right in her face, and it fired and continued firing until her face, hair, and breasts were soon covered in his salty cum. She quickly covered the discharging cockhead with her mouth as his thick cum began to run down her cheeks. She swallowed quickly, taking his thick cream down her throat, sucking his balls dry finally of their huge load.

Dylan was staggered by the power of his cum. He was dizzy and lightheaded as he stood there with the passed out Kasey in his arms and her roommate on her knees between Kasey's widespread thighs sucking the last of his cum from his thick meat. Slowly he stepped back trying to maintain his balance and hold Kasey. His still sizable cock slipped from the cum-covered lips of Megan. He picked up Kasey and carried her into her room and laid her down on the first bed he came too. Her eyes closed and mouth hanging open, her tits red and raw from where he had pulled and pawed her, her thighs and vagina covered in a thick white paste. She looked like a totally well fucked woman. 

He was able to just stand of a second staring at the fucked out beauty in the bed below him, before Megan grabbed his arm and pulled him to the other bed. Pushing him back on the bed, she kneeled in front of him and grabbed his shrinking dick in her hands. Before cramming the entire organ into her mouth she looked at him and said, "I have to have this motherfucking cock inside of me now." Then she swallowed him whole. 

Her marvelous mouth was warm and very wet on his cock. With her eyes closed, she took his dick deep, all the way to the balls. Her tongue began to lick the underside of his cock as she retreated up his re-growing pole. Dylan couldn't believe how much she wanted it. She had three fingers jammed up her hot cunt as she fed between his thighs. The squishing sound of fingers stroking in and out of a hot wet pussy filled the room. He began to move, slowly thrusting his renewed prick into her mouth and throat. She moaned as he fed cock to her faster and faster. She grabbed his butt with both hands to pull him deeper on each thrust. In spite of the huge cum with Kasey, he began to feel the feeling in the base of his balls again. As if she was reading his mind, she stood up, leaving his throbbing member standing at full attention and crawled beside him on the bed on all fours. She arched her back showing him her tight ass and swollen pussy. "Fuck me hard!" she exclaimed looking back at him with lust. 

He reached between her thighs and touched her swollen sex sinking two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. Megan groaned loudly and raised her butt to give his better access as he slid his digits in and out of her. She spread her thighs and began humping against his hand. "Fuck me!" she groaned; "Please fuck me now!" 

He knelt between her legs and with one hand on her ass, positioned his cock at the entrance of her hot box with the other. With one hard thrust, he sank his cock all the way inside her eager pussy, his sixpack stomach bumping against her firm ass. She gasped as his thrust hit bottom, his cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Not wasting anytime she began to hump her ass back at Dylan, straining to get as much of his cock as she could up inside her. She was so wet that her tight cunt slid around his thick prick like it was a buttery tube. He just kept both hands on her hips guiding her thrusts as she did all the work.

"Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh," was what she cried each time that she drove herself back onto Dylan's waiting peg. Megan was working herself up to a massive orgasm as she forced Dylan's cock deeper and deeper into her churning cunt on each thrust. Gripping the headboard of her small bed, Megan used it for leverage to fuck herself further onto Dylan willing prick. His cock was trenching her out, filling and stretching her pussy-channel like no prick ever had. She writhed and swooned, her body building to a huge climax. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his thick cock thundered up her wet channel, jabbing between the gripping walls of her scorching cunt. 

"OH GOD...OH GOD... OH GOD...,"she panted as Dylan continued filling her belly with his long prick. Megan's mouth was open, and she breathed loudly. She gasped and sputtered as she pushed back against his thick pole, spearing herself on his thick male organ again and again. Dylan just marveled at her energy and how she had turned into a veritable bitch in heat for his powerful cock. She began tossing her head from side to side as more and more pleasure wracked her body, when she began to tremble and shudder violently. She shouted, "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK," as her orgasm wracked her body with tremendous shudders, the tremors in her cunt vibrating up his plunging cock. And right on cue, a deluge of girl cum came squirting out of her gushing cunt covering his cock and balls and upper thighs as Dylan continued thrusting deeper and quicker into her overflowing pussy. 

Her ejaculations came in wave after wave that soaked his legs and the bed. He had never seen a woman who came like this and still it poured out of her. He stuck his thumb into her gushing juices and reached up to her butt and slowly pushed his thumb into her ass, pulling her even harder onto his cock. She went wild! She started shaking her head and screaming, all the while slamming her climaxing cunt back on his cock. 

"Yeeesssss," she cried. With that, Dylan decided to finish in her ass. He leaned back, giving him room to pull all the way out of her saturated cunt, and guided the head of his slick cock to her rectum. There was so much of her natural lube that he had no struggle at all wedging his thick head of his cock just inside Megan's waiting ass. He waited a second to let her adjust to his width, and then he began to push, inch by inch, into her back tunnel until his stomach was firm against her ass. Megan was shaking and trembling from the effort of taking his huge cock up her ass and was already moaning deeply with another orgasm as he gentle began to thrust in and out of her tight asshole. As her back hole loosened up and riding into her ass became easier, Dylan began to increase the speed and depth of each thrust as he fucked her hard sliding his 9 inch meat in and out. Megan responded by literally going crazy on his dick, pushing and humping and screaming "Fuck me! Oh fuck me!" 

Dylan was trying to give the lady what she want but it was difficult trying to keep his balance with her moving around so violently. To get a better grip, Dylan reached under Megan's chest and grabbed her big swinging tits and held her in place. Working his hips like a piston he began driving in and out of her rear passage at a furious rate.

"Oh My God!" yelled Megan as Dylan drilled into her ass again and again. "FUCK ME!! FUCK MY ASS!!!" Dylan was really moving now as he pumped all nine inches of hard fat cock into her body. She shuddered and trembled; the feeling almost too much for her to stand as he drilled into her. Each time his hips hit her butt she gave a loud grunt and squeezed her anal muscles as if trying to stop him from pulling back. She was building to another amazing climax. It was so close, she was almost there when with one more savage thrust into her ass, Dylan took her over the top. 

"YEAH, OH FUCK ME HARD! I'M CUMMING AGAIN! AAAHHH!" she grunted as she gave a cry of ecstasy, her back arched and her legs quaking. "Oooohhh, FUCK! Your cock is so DAMN HUGE!" A huge explosion of girl cum came pouring from her again coating everything. Her hips were thrusting back at him, trying to capture all of his plunging cock, fucking with everything her little body could manage. He looked down at her bouncing ass watching as glistening layers of viscous girl cum poured out of her as she exploded around his cock. Her orgasm was very intense and behind her closed eyelids she saw vivid blasts of exploding color. Her mouth was open and empty as she gasped for air. Dylan no longer tried to hold back and with one last powerful thrust began to pump load after load of white searing cum into her clutching ass. He thrust into her willing hole until the last drops spurted from him, and they fell together onto the soaked bed lying in their combined juices. He stayed deep inside for a few minutes while he softened and she continued to tremble occasionally. 

Finally, he pulled out and rolled over beside her on the bed. She stayed there on her stomach for a while, unable to move or even roll over. After a few minutes, Dylan started gently kissing Megan's neck, enticing her to get up off the wet bed. He pulled her over to the bed with Kasey and they climbed into bed together, still naked, and exhausted from their sexual activities. With the two coeds pressed up against either side of him, each rubbing their sweat soaked bodies against him; they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.



Going Back To School Day 02



(A Dylan James Adventure)

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Those of you familiar with Dylan and his exploits will know that after he finished his stuntman apprenticeship in Los Angeles, he went to Europe for a few months to celebrate and just chill out before returning to the rigors of his new profession in Los Angeles. This story is about the beginning of that celebration trip. 

If you are not familiar with Dylan and his adventures in Hollywood, please check out all his other adventures. However, this is a stand-alone series. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

Day 2

He was dreaming about his grandfather's farm in Georgia, where he used to ride horses as a kid, when his Grandmother came to the door and called him for class. 'Class? Why would she call him for class?' Then the images started change and the word class repeated in his brain. 'Class? Oh fuck, class!!!!' Dylan sprang awake groggy and dizzy, but knowing he was late for his first class of the day in the theatre department. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and realized he was in bed with two naked girls who where snuggled up against him. 'Who were they? Oh yeah. Kasey and Megan.' He smiled as he remembered the two girls and how they had seduced him into their shower. The fuck-a-thon they'd had and how he had fucked and sucked the coeds into catatonic states. But the knowledge that he was late for class interrupted his pleasant memories and he slowly got up from between the two girls. They groaned in their sleep as he rose, and then snuggled with each other as they sought to replace the missing heat of his body. As he looked down at the two naked women and how sexy they looked in the morning light, his early morning boner got even harder. There was nothing that he would rather do right now then slide his thick cock back into either of those tight twats and fuck away until he emptied his balls deep inside her womb. They were both fantastic fucks for young girls and he really wanted to stay – but duty called. 

He went into the bathroom he shared with the two girls and turned on the shower. That is how he had met the two girls last night. He was staying in one side of the dorm suite (by himself he thought) and when he went to use the bathroom, he found the two girls in the shower together. Turns out that they were roommates on the other side of the dorm suite and they had no idea a man was going to be staying there. But it had all worked out apparently.

As he stepped into the hot shower and began to wash the residue of sex and sweat off, he remember how he had taken Kasey from behind while Megan ate her out, then after Kasey had collapsed completely fucked out, he had fucked Megan twice including a sweet ride up her ass. The memories were too much for him and he quickly began stroking his hard cock. With the hot water streaming down his body, and the thoughts of those two young girls wrapped around his cock, he quickly came and poured out all his built up semen onto the floor of the shower. Breathing just a little harder now, he watched as his thick white jizz washed away and down the drain. 

'Class!' The thought of work again invaded his weary brain and he quickly got out of the shower. He went into his room and threw on some workout clothes. Picking up his key, Dylan hoofed it over to the theatre building as fast as he could, arriving only 20 minutes late for his first class. 

It took him several minutes to find the room that the workshop would be in and when he finally found it, he took a deep breath and walked in. The room was filled with about 50 people all standing around. There was Jeff, his college roommate and the sponsor for this series of workshops that Dylan was giving on stage combat and stunt work. There were also seemed to be several other older people in the room, either professors or grad students, and several undergrads. Everyone was dressed in all types of clothes – workout clothes, jeans, and even a couple of girls in dresses. As he surveyed the room, Jeff walked over to him and handed him a large cup of coffee. 

"Glad you could make it to your first class," he said with irritation in his voice. Jeff had pulled a lot of strings to get someone as young and unknown as Dylan this cushy gig. As a first year professor without tenure, his ass was on the line for any mistakes that Dylan made, and they were not off to a great start. 

"I am really sorry. I overslept. It will not happen again. I really am sorry," Dylan said as he apologized to Jeff. Then he turned to the group and apologized to them and then they began. Over the next two hours, Dylan led them through the basics of stage combat. First they did some basic trust exercises to just loosen everyone up and relax them. Then moving on to entry level stuff like how to take a punch, how to fall, how to correctly slap, hit, strangle, and even pull hair so that it looked realistic from the audience, but was safe for the performer. As the coffee took hold and he began to wake up more, Dylan took in more about the people he was teaching. There were all types and sizes with all different physical skills. Mostly, they were interested amateurs who would never go beyond this in their career, but that was okay as well. He was having a good time because they were so eager for knowledge and information. They were willing to try anything that he suggested. 

He did notice that the ratio of good looking women around campus translated to his workshop as well. There were a couple of bombshells in this group, plus several just great looking young college girls and women. His attention was particularly drawn towards two women. One was a younger woman, he thought about 20 or so, who was busting out the few tight clothes that she had on. She had short dark hair, olive colored skin and a rack that was barely contained by the tight sports bra that encased them. Then there was at least 10 to 11 inches of bare skin until the top of her sweats with the rolled down waistband. Her ass was incredible. All in all, she was smoking. Toned, stacked, packed and ready for action. She oozed sex with every movement. She was hot and she knew it, and she liked to use it to her advantage. Dylan had seen her kind a thousand times, but it did not stop him from fucking them. He mentally put this sexy bombshell down on his short list of possible conquests while on campus. 

The second woman was the total opposite of the bombshell. She was older, even older then Dylan who was 28. She might have been a grad student or professor, it was hard to tell. She was slim with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Nothing particularly revealing about the clothes she had on, except for her tight shorts that showed off her splendid ass and excellent legs. But it was her personality that captured his attention. She was pretty no doubt, but the way she carried herself and her attitude was what impressed more than just her ass and legs. He put her at the top of his want to meet list, and as a maybe to his conquest list. 

At the end of two hours as the class ended, the entire room gave Dylan an ovation of applause and cheers. He felt he had overcome the lateness, and even saw a look of relief on Jeff's face as the class broke up. After meeting and talking with several of the class members, including the bombshell who made a special point of telling him her name and that she would be in all his workshops, Dylan had Jeff take him out for breakfast/lunch. He was almost dying by that time from hunger and needed food fast. 

Over lunch, he apologized again to Jeff and then told him about the two girls from last night. Jeff sat there amazed at Dylan and his ability to get pussy in the strangest situations. A shower with two perfect strangers, how did he do that? Jeff had known him for years, and watched him score in all types of situations. (see Lincoln Center Encore) But while everyman that he knew, even successful whore hounds like himself, had to work for pussy. It just came to Dylan, as much and as often as he wanted it. It never failed to amaze Jeff. 

After lunch, they returned to the theatre building where Dylan held a two hour seminar on sword fighting. This class was smaller only about 20 students for the afternoon, but the bombshell was there again. She had changed clothes for this class and if it was possible, she had even more skin showing as she worked in a sports bra and very tight bike shorts. At the end of the workshop, she again came up and thanked Dylan. She also slipped a piece of paper into his hand with a phone number on it. She smiled and winked at him and was gone. Dylan put the number in his pocket and forgot about it as Jeff took him around to meet some faculty members. After a cup of coffee with the Dean, Jeff dropped him off at the dorm and they made plans for dinner that night around 8 PM. Dylan went up to his room and looked for the girls, but they were gone for the day. However, they had left a big message on the bathroom mirror for him written in lipstick, "SUPERCOCK, WE LOVE YOU! SEE YOU TONITE! K & M!" He laughed and quickly changed out of his workout clothes. He took a very fast shower and changed into shorts and a t-shirt and headed out for the student union. He was still famished and his schedule was thrown off by the flight and the two hour time change. 

He had a Reuben, beer and a big piece of chocolate cake over at the student union. Then he headed back to the dorm room and hoped to see the girls there, but no luck. So he brushed his teeth and feeling antsy he decide to prowl the campus a little. The sun was out and it was about 80 degrees, just a beautiful day as he strolled from one part of the campus to another. He was in front of the library sitting on the fountain just watching the world go by when he saw Her. 

She was about 5'8" with blond hair stuffed under a Texas Tech red hat. She had on a small red top the same color as the hat that stopped about three inches about her pierced navel. She was also wearing a very short low riding white mini skirt that left acres of golden taut stomach exposed. Long golden tan legs ended in a pair of blazing white cross trainers. One ankle had a gold bracelet around it. Her large tits were moving with her as she walked toward the library, so it was clear she had no bra on. Dylan just stared at her as she passed. He was transfixed by her. She was not the prettiest girl he had seen on this campus, but there was electricity about her. She was not as overt as the bombshell, but her sex appeal was no less powerful. As he watched her start up the stairs to the library, the sway of her delicious ass made him stand up and start to follow her. Dylan did not usually follow great looking women down the street, but there was something very special about this girl and he had to see more of her. As he reached the bottom of the library's front stairs, she had reached the top and he could see under the hem of her skirt and caught just a hint of yellow thong between her thighs. Her thighs were as magnificent as the rest of her. He had no idea what he was going to do or say to her if he got the chance, but he was pulled after her like a powerful magnet. 

When he reached the top of the stairs, he crossed to the front doors of the library and entered. He saw her moving off toward the right of the front desk. Trying to act causal and not like the prev he felt like, Dylan moved off in the same direction. He caught sight of her just as she turned a corner around book shelf. When he got to the corner she was nowhere to be seen. There was a hallway between stacks that went deeper into the library and she might have gone into the stacks, but there was a stairwell to his right – so he picked that. As he started up the stairs, he tried looking between the floors to check sight of her and he caught just a flash of white skirt two floors above, then a door opened and closed. Taking two steps at a time, he reached the third floor and opened the door. He entered into a very wide area with low bookshelves and several study areas. He looked around quickly and again just caught sight of her as she turned down another hallway on the other side of the large room. He moved quickly trying to close the distance and not look like he was running. He reached the corner of the hallway and saw her enter a door at the end of the hallway. He sprinted the length of the hallway and got to the door. There was a sign next to it that read, "Periodical Research Lab." Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered. 

The periodical lab was a huge room with row after row of tall bookshelves going on as far as the eye could see. He could see nothing but shelves, old magazines and dust. She could be anywhere in here, but he had come this far so he closed the door and began to wander around. He looked around but didn't see her or anyone else for that matter as his eyes searched down each aisle way. He picked one row and began to walk down it length peering through the bookshelves. After about 50 feet, the row opened out onto a central area filled with tables and the old type wooden study desks you used to see in all college libraries. The desks were made of wood and there were panels of wood on the upper and lower sides of the desks, which covered the sides all the way to the floor. They were odd-looking boxes that must have been some kind of style from 50 years ago. They were also very concealing. As he came out into the open area, he saw her putting her things down at one of the old study desks and then moving into the stacks. 

Well, this was the moment he had feared. What to do? Dylan quickly sorted through the various options that were available to him. Leave, wander around until she noticed him, or just go up to her and see what happened. He chose the last one, not because he was so confident, but it was the quickest and the most direct. If he was going to strike out, it least it would be over quick. 

He started across the wide open space and approached her desk. About the same time, she appeared from the stacks with an arm full of magazines, and she saw him as he moved toward her. They arrived at her work desk about the same time. Her eyes were an incredible blue color that penetrated his soul as he looked into them. 

"Hi," Dylan managed to stammer out. 

"Hi."

There was an awkward pause as she looked at him and he scrambled to think of something to say. "Can I help you with something?" she finally asked.

"Well, I really don't know. I was you walking across campus, and I just had to meet you. To be honest, I followed you up here to see if I could get your name or number or anything."

She looked at him in kind of 'oh-you-poor-boy' way, "So does this whole stalker thing work for you a lot? You find it very successful in approaching women?"

"I have never done it before, so I have no basis for comparison. I guess that would be up to you to see if it is working."

"It is not working at all," she said as she put down the magazines that she was holding. "I guess you will have to try to work up another approach on someone else."

"Maybe you right," Dylan was just riffing at this point. He had her talking at any rate, no reason to stop now. "I need to work on that first impulse part. Look, I am being rude, my name is Dylan," he said holding out his hand.

She looked at him again for a second, than extended her hand. "I'm Gwen." He felt it immediately, just like an electric current had run up both their arms. WHAM! For an awkward second, they stared into each other eyes transfixed, than Gwen took her hand away. 

"It is very nice to meet you Gwen. I am sorry about the whole stalker thing, but I am just here for a few days and if I didn't take this opportunity, I knew that I would never see you again."

"You are not a student here?" She appeared a little curious and worried. 

"No, I am a guest professor over in the theatre department for this week," he said inflating his job description just a bit. 

"Really? And what are you teaching, 'Successful pickup techniques on young girls'?" Gwen said sarcastically. 

"You got me there. No, a workshop on stage combat." He had her talking or at least listening to him, so he just kept going. He told her about the class and Jeff, which led to LA and New York and his trip to Europe. Then he was able to pull a little info out of her and what she was about. When it was all said and done, Dylan had kept her talking to him for about 30 minutes and he'd managed in there somewhere to get her number and promise of a drink that night. Although she made it very clear that she had a boyfriend and it would just be a friendly drink and NOTHING more. Yet, the fact that he got the number and her body language as they talked told another story. She was interested and very attracted to this tall great looking stranger who had appeared out of nowhere. As they had talked and gotten more comfortable with each other, she had touched his arm a couple of times to make a point. He thought her nipples were getting a little harder as she talked to him. And she had crossed and re-crossed her legs at least 4 times while they were sitting, giving him a very good view of her legs and inner thighs. But they had reached the end of conversation, so after a little pause where they looked at each other expectantly. When he could not think of another word to say, Dylan rose to leave. Gwen rose as well.

"Well, I will call you later, okay?"

"Yes, please do," she said in response but the look in her eyes said something else. He hesitated a second, then turned to go. But on a total impulse, he turned back and bent down and kissed her, pressing his firm lips against her waiting mouth. He found no resistance as he pulled her to him, and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue eagerly explored her sweet mouth, his tongue dipped into her mouth and flick against the tip of her tongue. She groaned once and put her right hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. His tongue moved deeper into her mouth, thrashing with hers. She moaned in her throat as she kissed him back hard and passionately. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate until they were kissing voraciously as if trying to devour each other. Gwen raised her right leg and wrapped it around his calf as she pulled him tight to her body. She pressed her lush body against him and began to grind her pelvis against his leg. Rubbing her moistening pussy against his thigh, she could feel her panties dampening beneath the little white skirt that she was wearing. Dylan reached his hands up to her straining breasts and began to gently pull, pinch and roll her nipples through the thin material of her red top. Her nipples immediately rose into twin points of desire, hard and taut. His lips began kissing their way down her neck and across her shoulder nibbling at her skin with his teeth, grinding them together gently. She jumped a little at the teasing of his teeth and leaned her head to the side, wanting to give him full access. His hands slid down to her taut tanned stomach and under her top. She gasped as his fingers cupped and began to squeeze her bountiful tits, teasing and pulling at her hard sensitive nipples. Panting, weak in the knees, and her pussy dripping like a faucet, she pushed him back and looked at him with eyes that were glazed over with desire and said, "God, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm going to fuck you," Dylan declared as he slid her thin top up and over her heaving tits revealing her beautiful 36C natural breasts. He began to gently caress her magnificent beauties, and then he leaned down and sucked her left pencil-tipped nipple into his mouth and began to tongue it slowly. She gasped for breath and cupped the back of his head, while feeding more of her succulent breast into his mouth. His tongue flickered over her hard nipple, gentle biting and sucking it deeper into his mouth. His other hand cupped her large full right breast, rubbed the nipple with his thumb. Then he took his mouth off her nipple and cupped each breast and squeezed them together. Then he sucked both of her extended hard nips into his mouth together and began swirling his tongue over both sensitive points, while massaging her mammaries roughly.




Going Back To School Day 02



"Oh God!! Oh GOD!!" She moaned as she leaned back against the study desk and thrust her large tits deeper into his hot sucking mouth. He inched forward moving his hard thigh between her legs and pressed against her cunt mound. Dizzy with growing desire, Gwen began grinding her already dripping slit against his muscular thigh. Surges of excitement passed through her as his lips continued their assault on her perfect tits, biting and licking her hard points, driving her crazy with lust. She pressed her hips against him again and felt a hard lump in the front of his shorts. She could not resist the urge to reach down and run her hand along the zipper of his pants. She felt his full mast column of male flesh pressing against her hand and she swooned at the thought of that much cock fucking her overheated pussy. 

She felt small as this tall hard bodied stranger continued to suck and lick her aching tits and pressed his muscular body into hers. Still sucking her twins, his hands slipped under the back of her short skirt and gripped her ass tightly. Feeling the naked globes of her smooth ass cupped in his hands, he lifted her up onto the wooden study desk and set her on the edge. She instinctively spread her legs apart as he moved in between them all the while continuing to suck her throbbing jugs. She lifted her legs up and enclosed him with her golden thighs as he feasted. He brought his hands under her thighs and began to play with the juice soaked thong in her fork. His fingertips began kneading her buzzing clit through the wet fabric and Gwen moaned out loud. "Oh fuck," she cried softly, breaking the kiss temporarily before kissing him again. Dylan could clearly feel the swollen lips of her juicy little pussy through the thin material of her panties. She was so hot down there, her cunt was on fire! He finally released her swollen tits and he unbuttoned his shorts. Her hands flew to his shirt and pulled it over his head. She groaned when she looked at the well-defined chest lying beneath. Then she dropped her hand to his waistband and slid his pants and boxers down over his muscular ass. His thick raging hard cock sprang out of his pants and land with a thud in the lap of her skirt. "Oh my GOD!" she squealed in alarm. He was huge. She had never seen a prick both that long and thick before. Pleasure surged through her pussy at the sight of it. She was frantic to have it inside her. She scooted down to the edge of the desk and pulled her skirt up around her hips exposing her soaked yellow thong. With one hand she grabbed his thick massive meat and with the other she hooked her fingers in the crotch of her thong and pulled it aside. She tugged him to the edge of the desk and positioned his swollen flared head at her entrance. 

"Put it in me now," she urged and he pushed forward just a little and the thick head slipped inside her juicy cunt lips, Gwen moaned throatily. Dylan slowly started pushing his hips forward which in turn caused his fat manhood to push deeper into her sopping wet and marvelously tight cunt. 

"Oh my god!" Gwen gasped at the feelings that swept through her as Dylan's long cock penetrated her much more deeply than anyone ever before. The big head finally came to rest against her cervix and she felt full of cock. He was stretching her luscious cunt in all directions, both width and length. 

The wet, velvety walls of her cunt enveloped him as he began thrusting slowly in and out, and then gradually began increasing his speed. She leaned back against the top of the old wooden desk resting her back there while her big tits flopped in all directions on her chest. She was surrounded on three sides by the wood panels so if anyone came in – they would not know what was Dylan and she were doing right at first. Her fingers were gripping the sides of the desk, clenching it tighter each time he rammed into her. Her bare ass cheeks felt good against the cool wood of the desk as he sawed his giant cock in and out of her soaking pussy. 

Dylan was sliding his cock to the hilt on each thrust into the overwhelmed coed. His strokes started to become more forceful with every thrust. Gwen was spread out before him on the desk, her hands gripping the sides of the desk to stay in place, her little shirt pulled over the tops of her bouncing tits, her little skirt hiked up around her hips, her yellow thong pulled to one side as Dylan plunged into her juicy hole with each stroke, her golden spread legs hanging in air on each side of Dylan's thrusting hips. Hips that were driving 9 inches of fat hard muscled cock deeper and deeper into her besieged cunt. His hands were on her hips, pulling her back to meet his every thrust. Gwen's tits bounced back and force, as she held on to the sides of the desk maintaining her position. Dylan was pounding her really well now, grunting with every powerful thrust of his long pole. . 

Gwen looked down between her wide spread thighs to see Dylan's cock push deeply into her V. It looked so amazing to watch this thick piece of male meat thrusting so smoothly and deeply in and out of her blazing cunt. She could see her hot pussy juices glistening on his stabbing shaft making it shine. She wanted to suck it clean so she could taste herself and his cum together. The feelings of lust and pleasure that this total stranger was bring out of her with each push of his huge cock had her mind in total turmoil. She was dizzy from the speed and the desire of this mutual seduction, and it fanned her growing need for his amazing cock.

"Oh god fuck me, you big dicked bastard! Fuck my tight pussy! Oh make me cum!!"

Gwen was starting to push back against him, driving her cunt down the length of his plunging cock. Her hips were leaping off the desktop to meet his cock as it slammed deep into her impassioned pussy with every thrust. Dylan reached down into her wet crotch and found her swollen hard clit and started to rub it. Roughly he rubbed her hot button, sending waves of desire surging through her. Her pussy started to tingle. An orgasm was building in her. With Dylan's thick cock pushing hard into her and her clit was on fire as his fingers pinched and rubbed it, Gwen thought she might explode when her orgasm hit because the pressure and sensations were so strong. She grabbed one of her bouncing tits in her hand and savagely pinched her hard tipped nipple. Dylan hilted in her smoking snatch on each stroke and her orgasm continued to build. 

His voice thick and rough with desire, whispered "Cum for me baby."

That was all it took! It hit hard and just kept building. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as wave after wave of her climax washed over her. 

"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. Her pussy was quivering as the orgasm ripped through her body. Dylan continued to plunge into her with quick, short thrusts that stoked the fire in her belly. As he moved in and out of her gushing pussy, he continued to rub and pinch her clit sending electric shocks coursing through her body. The muscles of her clutching cunt were rippling and contracting around his pounding cock, gripping him in an iron clench that sought his hot jizz to put out the desire in her womb. Dylan continued to fuck her with even more force now, getting deeper with every plunge. He changed the angle by pulling her even farther down onto the desk. Her ass coming off the desk and he held the globes of her excellent ass in his two hands as he continued to batter her defenseless cunt. Her legs were dangling in space as he stood between her wide spread thighs and plowed away. His cock seemed even larger at this angle and he was reaching places no man had ever reached before. The sounds of their bodies smacking together in heated passion permeated the room: smack, smack, smack.

It felt indescribable as his giant staff buried itself to the hilt on each drive and Gwen's hot ass cheeks were bouncing wildly in his hands. Her eyes were closed tightly as her cunt continued to spasm and clutch at his determined cock. He played her body like a musician plays his instrument, stroking and pushing, speeding up and slowing down, using his cock like a surgeon bringing her to new heights of desire as she writhed on the desk in front of him. She thrust her hips upwards to try and capture more of his surging cock, his dick buried itself in her tight slickness with that each lunge, and she gasped with ecstasy each time. Dylan was thrusting in and out of her pussy with abandon, Gwen thrashed underneath him as her orgasm came closer and closer. Fire burned eagerly in her belly, making her feel like she was going to insane. Dylan felt his cock head hitting her cervix on each stroke. Whap-whap-whap, the sound echoed through the room. 

"OH god... your big dick fucking me! OH GOD," she screamed lost in her passion. Dylan's cock passed through the entrance of her womb on his next stroke and she exploded in his hands. Her ass going like a mix-master, bouncing and bucking as she came on his raging cock. 

"OH fuck! Oh my god! I'm cummingggggg!" If it was tight before, her smoking cunt was like a vise now as her muscles squeezed his cock. Her pussy walls were spasming and gripping him so hard Dylan knew that he could not last any longer. It felt like a thousand hands were squeezing and stroking him. He thrust deeply into the resistance of her spasming cunt, spreading Gwen's cunt walls. She was gasping and moaning. She was writhing in his hands as he fucked her hard, shimmying from side to side trying to feel every bit of his swollen tool.

OH GOD!" She screamed, her intense pleasure overwhelming her need to be quiet. YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM YOU BASTARD!!!"

As Gwen came, his hands tightened on her ass, her rippling pussy squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but cum. Hot cum traveled up the length of his thick rod and gushed into her famished pussy, increasing her pleasure as rope after rope of white hot jism filled her womb. She writhed in his arms, screaming her ecstasy uncaring who heard. 

"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" She hollered as he unloaded several more thick shots of cum into her hot vagina before his pace slowed. Cum spilled from her overworked cunt hole and dripped onto his swinging balls or the floor. He stopped, covered in sweat and her thick juices, as he held her bucking ass in his hands. He pulled her up and off the desk holding her in his strong arms and bringing her to his heaving chest. Her undulating hole was skewered on his on his still thick column as her weight rested right on his cock. He staggered back holding her full weight and somehow managed to sit in a chair. She came to rest on his lap. His cock jammed deep into her womb and her head resting on his sweaty chest. They just both sat there and tried to catch their breath after their frenzied fuck. 

Finally after several moments, Gwen pushed back from his chest and looked him in the face. "Jesus that is the best fuck ever. Who the fuck are you? And where have you been all my life?" She ran her hands over his sweaty chest, loving the look of his chiseled physique and his smooth, bare skin. This gorgeous man with the most perfect cock a girl could ever hope to see. In a strong moment of desire, she began kissing him ravenously; her large breasts flatten against his strong chest, her nipples hard point of hot desire rubbing against his skin. His newly hardened cock jerked inside her wet, hot pussy, and she moaned in appreciation. Her pussy spasmed around his pole in response. Breaking the kiss, she slowly started to pull up and off his eager cock. She stood in front of him and with a naughty grin, pulled her panties off and threw them onto the desk. His eyes were glued on her as she slipped a hand underneath her skirt and began to run her fingers up and down her wet slit. He reached out and lifted it just enough so that he could watch her pleasuring herself. He watched as two of her fingers disappeared inside her cunt and came back out, glistening with her thick juices. She brought the fingers to her mouth one at a time, and began to lick and suck them. Her hand dipped under her skirt again and began to pleasure herself again. Her breathing became labored as she flicked at her throbbing clit again and again. His thick cock was now fully hard and looked very needy. She stared at it hungrily. Carefully, she straddled him, her legs thrown over his thighs. Reaching down between her thighs, she grabbed the crown of his might weapon and brought it to the entrance of her drooling cunt. His cock found the opening and pushed inside her. 

It occurred to her that they were completely in the open. Someone could walk in at anytime. He was naked with his pants around his ankles and she was riding his cock with her tits totally exposed. The thrill of it washed over her as she took him deep inside her wet pussy. She started to move up and down on his long shaft. She braced her feet on the sides of the chair as she quickened her pace. His face was buried in her bouncing tits, his teeth were pulling at first one nipple, then the other, while his hands held on tightly to her waist, guiding and urging her. 

Dylan grunted as he lifted his hips trying to help shove his whole cock into her body, his hands firmly gripping her hips. She shrieked as he started to fuck her back hard. She was bouncing up and down in the air, with her feet sometimes leaving the ground from his thrusts. Flopping like a rag doll on his cock as he fucked her, Gwen could feel the pleasure building in her, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Harder and harder he fucked her, his cock pushing hard into her pussy, making her gasp and her hips lift. 

"It's big, so big," she sighed in wonderment. He lifted her up and almost off his cock before lowering her again, forcing more of his rock hard shaft into her. Arms around Dylan's neck, Gwen began lifting up and down, driving his cock into her creamy slit. 

"Oh god your cock is so good! Fuck!" He gripped her hips--his fingers sinking in, pulling her deep onto his cock. He twisted and shimmied side to side making his cock reach every part of her sizzling pussy. Each thrust brought him deep into the back of her cunt. Her wet insides were widen, stretch as the thick head split her tunnel again and again. Gwen was going wild this time as she thrust her hips up and down trying to get his cock as deep as she could. Grabbing her naked ass cheeks, he pulled her cunt even tighter onto his hard meat. Her stretched cunt lips were wrapped tightly around his thick base as she rose and fell on his thick shaft each time. Her thighs were trembling now as her legs pushed her up and down his throbbing cock. She furiously pounded his cock into her dripping pussy. She could feel the wave of release begin to rise deep within her. And her breathing told Dylan that she was very close again. She kept going, faster and harder. Her hips driving his thick dick into her, making her ecstasy mount until she couldn't contain it any longer. 

"OH... OH ... OH... YES... YES... OH GOD... YES... OH NO... I CAN'T... OOOOOOHHHHH... OOOOOHHHHHH... AAAAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII..."

Her body stiffened and bucked violently as the orgasm washed over her, sending shivers throughout her body. Pussy juice dripped from her cunt onto his balls and the floor. She continued to hammer her convulsing cunt up and down his pole and she continued to cum. Finally, she collapsed forward onto his chest. Her legs were shaking and her breathing was hard and erratic. She was almost fucked out. 

A second later a rap song began to play in her purse, rousing Gwen to find her cell phone. "Hello? ... Oh hi baby. ... Yeah, I am at the library. ... Oh, that is fine, baby. ..." The whole time she carried on this conversation, she still had Dylan's jutting cock crammed up her freshly fucked cunt. She rocked her hips back and forth moving the giant head inside her back and forth. He sat there and played with her large round tits and her pencil hard nipples. Cunt juice flowed from her pussy and onto his balls. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. ... Well, I am into something right now, and I am pretty excited to see how it cums out." She said winking at Dylan, and squeezing his massive cock with her cunt muscles. "Okay baby, bye." She turned off the phone and frowned at Dylan. "My Boyfriend wants to cook me dinner tonight and wants me to come over right after the library. So I will not be able to have that drink with you or continue this little project here tonight." As she said that she squeezed her muscles again sending sensations all up and down his cock. 

"Who says we are done. I need to cum, and since I can't fuck you tonight. I am going to fuck you senseless right now."

A look of astonishment came over her face. "Oh! What are you going to do?" 

"I am going to fuck you until your brains are running out your ears. Stand up."

Slowly, she stood up and pulled herself off his thick cock. It was red and angry looking, as if it had its own agenda. She looked almost scared. Dylan stood up, and stepped out of his shorts and sandals. He was now totally nude, his thick cock bobbing and bouncing as he moved.

"I probably won't ever see you again so I am going to fuck you so good that all tonight you are going to be thinking of me." As he whispered this he took hold of her top and pulled it over her head. Her long blond hair fell around her shoulders and across the tops of her marvelous tits. 

"Oh, God," was all she could manage to say as he undressed her. His bold actions were making her already drooling cunt even wetter and hotter. 

"I am going to make you cum some many times you will forgot where and what you are doing. My cock is going to make you scream." She shuddered at the thought as he got the waistband of her little wrinkled skirt and pulled it down her long tanned legs, making her step out of it. Now Gwen was totally naked except for a pair of while cross-trainers on her feet. She was golden all over except for a small patch of white skin around her very wet pussy and there was a little patch of blond hair just above her clit. So the carpet did match the drapes in her case. She was absolutely breathtaking.

He put his face into her crotch and his long tongue flipped out and licked her excited clit. She jumped at the sudden touch, "Ohhhh!" He could taste both her and himself on her juicy little button as his tongue snaked along her dripping groove. Then he stood up, his prick hard as steel pointing straight out in front of him. She looked at the massive slab of meat between his thighs and she almost swooned at the thought of what he could do with his excellent cock. He had taken all her clothes off and she was standing naked in a public place where she could be seen by anyone who came by. And she didn't care. All she could thing about was the major sized weapon that Dylan was going to fuck her with and the joy it would bring. 

Dylan certainly did not care. He lived for moments like this. Semi-public sex was a total passion of his. He would fuck almost anywhere, just for the thrill of discovery and the pussy. 

"Turn around and lean against the desk," he commanded. Turning away from him, she leaned over and grasped the edge of the desk, her ass facing him. She smiled with anticipation when she felt his hand run up her spine and back down to settle on her hip. His hard cock nestled between her cheeks as he leaned over and ran his tongue down the center of her back. The feeling of his tongue there sent shivers through her and she pushed back against him wanting to have him inside her again. 

Dylan took a moment to admire this beautiful creature that he was about to fuck senseless. The way that she was bent over made her already shapely long legs look even firmer and sexier. Her perfect ass also looked even tighter and firmer. Her body was just perfect, tight and lean with no excess fat anywhere. Her perfect 36D breasts hung down swinging just barely. It made Dylan weak in the knees just looking at her. The fact that he had already made her cum three times just added to his amazement. She spread her feel apart and her wet dripping cunt came into view. She looked back at him and smiled at his reaction to her. 




Going Back To School Day 02



"Are you just going to stand there or what?"

"OK" he said, as he moved to her, his giant dick was bobbing in front of him now up to its full hardness. She could not believe that this Adonis had seduced her and fucked her in the college library. She had been around the block a couple of time, but she never did anything like this. Fuck a total stranger in the middle of the library! Fuck him while talking to her boyfriend! But he was so charming and so handsome and so masculine that she could not resist him. And when he pulled out his cock, Oh My God! And he knew how to use it. No one had ever made her cunt drool like this stranger had and he was all hers! He gently kneaded her ass with his fingers, moving all over her ass flesh and then down to the crack of her ass. He placed his hands on each side of her asscheeks and gently began to pull them apart. He could see her cunt winking at him still wide open and glistening with juices. Her pussy was begging for his cock and her small, moans of desire were his cue that Gwen couldn't stand waiting any longer. 

Dylan moved behind her and rubbed his great mushroom head along her wet slit. Her channel was hot and slick allowing him to easily slide into her steamy cunt. He slowly pushed his prick all the way into her belly, and slowly pulled it out until only the tip was still in her. She groaned her appreciation. She was going to remember this ride for her entire life, he thought to himself. He was going to fuck her senseless. He reached his hands around to her free swinging tits and grabbed her nipples. He tweaked them hard and she bucked under him. 

"Ready to rock and roll?" He asked her. She nodded yes. 

He took a breath, and then drove all nine inches of his long, thick prick deep into her waiting pussy. He used her tits as handles as he slid her slick cunt back and forth on the full length of his massive tool, bottoming out each time in the depth of her boiling cunt. Over and over, he continued to drill Gwen's upturned pussy with his powerful dick making her scream and cry out in pleasure.  

"Oh god... fuck me... ooohhhh... yes... harder... fuck my pussy... aaaahhhhh...," she wailed, arching her back. Her breasts bouncing in his hands as he pounded her tight, seething cunt. Gwen bucked, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and grunted and moaned. Her pussy contracted tightly around his invading cock. He held the girl's full breasts in his hands as he ravaged her, moaning at the heat and snug fit of her pussy. Her tight, sucking cunt pulled and clutched at his prick as he fucked her hard and fast, lifting her off the floor sometimes with the power of his thrusts. Gwen let out a long, staccato cry as his dick plowed into her cervix again and again. He drilled his pistoning tool as deep into her defenseless pussy as far as it could go. He felt her pussy start to contract around his prick signaling the onset of her next climax. He gripped her tits harder and jammed his dick into her fuckhole. 

"OH GOD... OH GOD... OH GOD... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Orgasm number one. 

"Oh, fuck yeah! Here we go," Dylan grunted, jabbing into her over and over. The coed's sweet pussy squeezed his huge cock, trying to milk him for every drop of sperm he had to give. His cock burned and throbbed inside the girl. He had to use all his concentration to stay inside her and not cum. Holding onto her perfect round tits, he slammed her cunt over and over as she whimpered and moaned under him. As Dylan continued his onslaught of her pussy, she dropped her head down onto her elbows raising her ass higher giving him even greater penetration. He took each of her nipples between his fingers and tweaked them hard and her cunt slammed down his prick again as she came. 

"UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Orgasm number two. 

"This is only going to get better, baby!" He growled as he continued to pound her. They were moving together furiously, driving her towards another orgasm. Gwen was lost in pleasure, head thrown back, back arched, taking him in deep. Pussy juice ran down her legs in little streams as he plowed into her using the full length of his great prick. She was covered in a faint sheen of sweat as she tried to match his trusts but she just could not keep up with him. He took one hand and ran it down across her heaving stomach, down her slim tanned body, and began caressing her lips of her pussy and her throbbing clit in time with his thrusts. As he strummed her rock hard clit her pussy clamped down on his pounding prick like a vice as she came again. 

Ahhhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Orgasm number three

"OH GOD," Gwen howled a guttural cry of pure lust as all 9 inches of rock hard cock speared into her depths. "I LOVE YOUR COCK!" She pushed back harder with each thrust of his cock taking him deeper and deeper. "MMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSS! DEEPER, DAMMIT! FUCK ME DEEPER!" She reached back with one hand and squeezed Dylan's swinging balls in her hot hand. "GIVE IT ALL TO ME!" Dylan rammed into her seething cunt, impaling her on his spearing prick. His balls slapped against her demanding clit with each deep thrust that drove her further into a haze of pure lust.

"AH AH AH AH AH AH!" His shaft was like a well-oiled machine now, drilling in and out of her searing gash with every thrust before bottoming out and hitting the back of her cunt. The union of their bodies became a hot swampy mess of sweat and her dripping juices. A loud squishing filled the room as his tool penetrated again and again creating unbearable friction in her tightly packed channel. His huge dick stretching and teasing her contracting pussy muscles with every thrust, her cunt had opened up very wide now, and his continued pussy pounding was sending her toward another huge orgasm.

"...I'm going to cum! Cum with me! ARRRGGHH!!" Gwen cried out loudly as another orgasm shook her from her toes to her swinging tits. He could feel her shudder beneath him and her juices explode all over his thrusting cock as she came and came, coating the plunging shaft from head to end with her glistening juices. 

Orgasm number Four. 

"Oh fuck this is good pussy! You are one hot fuck!" Dylan roared as he drove his cock into her again and again. He was covered in sweat and his breath was coming harder, but the sensations that her rippling cunt gave him made him want to fuck her forever. The way that her shaking ass pushed back against him each time he drilled into her was heaven. He grunted as he hilted in her hot pussy once again.

Gwen could not think, could not focus on anything except the savage thrusts that bounced off her cervix, and pulled out to drive into her once again. She was coming in buckets. She couldn't catch her breath and still he thrust deep into her creaming cunt again and again. Holding her tight to his body, he began using short hard thrusts that hit her cervix on each stroke. The short thrusts jabbed deep into her tight pussy again and again driving her wild with lust. She bucked and jumped beneath Dylan as he continued to pound her exploding cunt, pushing her toward another massive climax as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. When the head of his cock drilled into her inner cervix and bounced off the back of her womb, she went over the edge again. 

OHHH....YEEEEAAAHHHHH!!! .....un...un...un...un....Oh Godddddd...!!!!!!!"

Orgasm number Five.

"OOOOOHHHHHHH FUCK!!" she moaned as her orgasm continued. She did not know where one began and one ended anymore. He could feel her beginning to weaken from end to end orgasms, but he continued to thrust into her gushing cunt. She slumped headfirst down onto the desk completely surrendering her vagina to his incredibly powerful prick. Sweat was pouring off Dylan as he felt the familiar tension in his balls and knew that he was very close. All Gwen could do now was whimper as he pounded into her battered cunt. He had one last trick to bring her off. He reached his thumb into her gushing channel and covered it with her dripping pussy juice. He put it at the entrance of her tight asshole and twisted it in. Her head jumped off the desk as she screamed out loud and at the same second, her cunt closed down on his iron hard prick, and started milking his dick for all its cum. 

"OH GOD...OH GOD...OH FUCK...YESSS...YYESSS...YYEESSS!!!"

Orgasm number six. 

He let her contracting muscles take him over the top this time as he fired round after round of cum deep into her boiling cunt. The hot white jizz poured out of his balls and coated her womb with a thick batter. He thrust into her as he came, stretching out his pleasure as long as he could. She was a top notch piece of ass. One he probably would not have the chance to fuck again, but he would ALWAYS remember. They shuddered together, as his balls emptied into her. She felt the hot spurts so deep inside her, impaled on his cock and her pussy throbbing. Finally, there was nothing left inside him and he stopped moving. She collapsed onto the desk utter spent. Her ass was still up in the air and her pussy continuing to weakly milk his prick for his seed. Slowly their breathing returned to normal and he slowly pulled his thumb out of her ass and withdrew his cock from her swampy pussy. His cock and balls were covered in her sticky pussy secretions and white pearls of his cum. He staggered back, his limp cock bouncing off his thigh. He watched as a large dollop of thick cum dripped from her cunt and onto the floor. She slowly rose up and looked at him. Her perfect tits were red and splotchy while he had manhandled them. Her nipples were still hard with desire as her globes rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Her blond hair was wet from sweat and a combination of cum and pussy juice ran down her legs. 

"Jesus! Fuck! You are amazing! Jesus what a cock!" With that she kissed him deeply and then once again quickly on the lips. "I wish I could fuck you all night, but I have to go," and she quickly turned away. Slowly clothes were picked up; no words were exchanged. She pulled up her wrinkled skirt and put on her top leaving her thong on the desktop. Her nipples still strained through the material of her top. He knew she could and would go again if he really tried. She smiled at him, patted him on the chest and walked towards what appear to be bathrooms. He looked after her as she entered the ladies room, and he is alone. 

He gathered up his stuff and put on his clothes. He had just fucked a totally beautiful stranger in a public place and made her cum countless times. He wanted more of that ass. He wanted to fuck her all night and day. It made his guts churn just thinking about it. He thought about following her in the bathroom for one more fuck session, but decided they pushed their luck far enough. He wrote his cell number down on her papers. He waited a couple of moments for her return, than he picked up her thong and put it in his pocket. He walked to the entrance of the Periodical Lab. He looked back to see if she had emerged from the ladies room, but she had not. So he walked out of the lab and back to his dorm to take a shower.



Going Back To School Day 03



 (A Dylan James Adventure)

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Those of you familiar with Dylan and his exploits will know that after he finished his stuntman apprenticeship in Los Angeles, he went to Europe for a few months to celebrate and just chill out before returning to the rigors of his new profession in Los Angeles. This story is about the beginning of that celebration trip. 

If you are not familiar with Dylan and his adventures in Hollywood, please check out all his other adventures. However, this is a stand-alone series. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

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Day 3

It was bright and early on the third day of his teaching assignment, and Dylan was the first one at the morning session. He accomplished this in spite of a long, boozy dinner with Jeff and a second round of tremendous sex with the two young girls who lived next door. He took Megan in the ass for the second time (see Day 1) while she squirted all over him, and he fucked Kasey once and then came down her throat once. This was turning into a very fulfilling trip. Money, old friends, and almost more pussy then he could fuck. 

The group of participants began to wander in and Jeff appeared look a little worse for wear. He handed Dylan a large container of coffee. 

"I feel like crap this morning."

"You kind of look like crap this morning," Dylan joked with his old friend. 

"Yeah, fuck you too. So I see you are out of bed on time today. Didn't get laid last night?"

"Oh man, you do not know how wrong you are. I have to tell you the women in Lubbock, TX are really very friendly and very skilled in the art of love. A very nice place you work at."

"Yeah, the girls here are extremely friendly. So are the wives," Jeff said referring to his ongoing affair with the President's wife. "She came over after I got home, and she about fucked me to death. She is older than I am, and I can't keep up with her. She is insatiable."

"Well if you need any help with her, let me know." Dylan joked and then turned to a gathering of students that wanted to ask questions about what they had learned yesterday. In the back of the group, Dylan noticed the bombshell. She was dressed in a very small sports bra and what were basically little boy shorts. Her large breasts were about to spill out and the globes of her superior ass were hanging out the bottom of the shorts. Several male students were ogling her and several of the girls were really pissed off at her. He answered the other student's questions first while the bombshell hung back. When he finished with everyone else, she came up to him and stood very close. The tips of her bountiful breasts almost touching his chest. 

"You didn't call me last night," she said softly to him. "Why?"

"Because I had plans. And I never said that I would call. Look, I need to talk to you over here," he said taking her shoulder and guiding her further away from the rest of the students.

"Sure," she said very excitedly.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."

"Tiffany," she said a little hurt.

"Tiffany, you are not dressed correctly for this class. You really need to put on some different clothes."

She looked down at her barely there outfit. "What's wrong with them?"

"Your clothes are inappropriate for this class. You need to go change."

"Don't you like what you see?" she asked very innocently. 

"Uh...I...like very much what I see," Dylan stammered as he gazed at that her fantastic body. "But you still need to change."

"Maybe you would like to see more?"

"Maybe. I am sure that could be arranged, but now you need to go change."

"Okay, Mr. James. I will be back. Till later." With that, Tiffany turned and walked over to where her backpack was and slowly bent over. Her excellent ass barely covered by her shorts was on full display for everyone to see. Dylan had a hunch that the exhibition was for his appreciation mostly. After what seemed like minutes instead of seconds, Tiffany stood up and smiled over her shoulder at Dylan. Then using a walk only runaway models can use without throwing out their backs, she sauntered out of the room with her tits bouncing and her hips undulating back and forth. Watching her ass move in those tiny shorts was a mesmerizing sight. 

"Down boy," Jeff said softly over Dylan's shoulder. "She is smoking, but she is trouble."

Dylan looked back at his friend, "How much trouble can she be? I am only here three more days."

With the distraction of Tiffany's lack of clothing gone, Dylan started the workshop. For the next two hours, he kept everyone busy with learning correct falls, tumbling, and different types of stage punches and kicks. Tiffany snuck back into the class later on wearing a bigger sports bra and sweats, but it did nothing to hide her unbelievable body. Dylan had meet tons of actresses like her in New York and Hollywood. There was not much upstairs, but God had given them a tremendous asset, their body. And they worked it all day and night. Dylan had fucked a lot of them. Air-heads with beautiful bodies and faces. He didn't care. He wasn't going to marry them. Tiffany looked like she would be a simply fabulous piece of ass. 

After class ended, Tiffany tried to catch his attention, but Dylan avoided her and left with Jeff to go get lunch. As they headed to his office for just a moment, they passed the older blond woman who had been attending Dylan's morning workshop. She was slim but had a great ass and legs. She didn't dress flashy or trashy, but what was showing in her shorts and t-shirt was certainly worth looking at. 

Jeff stopped and introduced Dylan to Helen Baker, professor in the Dance Department. Dylan was again struck by her quiet confidence and demeanor. She was very calm and looked you in the eye and really seemed to listen to you when you talked. Her intelligence was apparent from the moment you meet her. Plus she was pretty. Her green eyes were full of light, and her smile was infectious, and her handshake was strong and firm. Dylan was intrigued. As they talked, she told Dylan that she was really enjoying his workshop, and hoped she could attend the rest of the morning sessions during the week. She told them she was putting on a dance concert tomorrow night and invited both of them to attend. They said that they would try, and parted ways. 

As they walked toward his office, Jeff told Dylan that while a lot of people, both men and women had made a run at Ms. Baker, the rumor was that no one on campus had ever tapped that ass. That intrigued Dylan even more. 

They had lunch together again and then went back for the afternoon session. However, Jeff had to go teach one of his own courses, so Dylan was left alone to teach the afternoon fencing class. He was hoping to see Tiffany in the afternoon group, but she was not there. So for two hours he took the group thru more advanced sword play then the first day. When the class was over, everyone was sweaty and tired. Dylan headed back to his room to shower and chill out. He didn't have anything to do at all, and was thinking about calling Gwen (see Day 2) from the day before to see if they could hook up again. Or maybe Megan or Kasey would be in their room, and want to have a little afternoon fun. 

He got back and took off his sweat workout clothes. He did about 30 minutes of exercises and then jumped in the shower. After the shower, he was just sitting in the AC drinking a beer and deciding what to do for the night -- go out with Jeff or fuck the girls -- when there was a knock at the door. Wearing only a pair of shorts, he opened the door to find Tiffany. She was wearing a little more this time, but not by much. Instead of a sports bra, she had on a loose top but it was clear that she had some kind of swim suit bra on under it from the straps tied behind her neck. Instead of shorts or rolled down sweat pants, she had on a short flip skirt that showed of her wonderful legs.

"Hi! Sorry I missed your afternoon class, but I had to go to work. I came by to see if there was anything that I missed and you might be able to show me privately," she said with a large smile on her lovely face.

Dylan had to hand it to her. She didn't stop when there was something that she was after. "Sure, I could show you a couple of things. Come in." 

Tiffany strolled into the room and dropped her backpack on the nearest bed. She turned to look at Dylan as he closed the door and took in his wonderful build. His athletic body and excellent muscle tone made the juices of her over eager hot box flow freely. Standing in just a pair of baggy shorts, he was like a God. His ripped torso and arms had her pussy snapping to see what was inside those shorts. 

"So what can I show you?" He asked as he continued with the little charade. 

"Well, it is not so much what you can show me. I wanted your advice on a routine I am doing for my dance class. I need a little help making it as good as it can be. I figured since you have been in LA and New York, you might have a few ideas. How about it?"

"Sure. I don't know much about dance, but I can see what I can do."

"Oh, great! Well, just sit down there. I will set up." 

Dylan sat down in one of the two chairs in the room, while Tiffany dug around in her bag. First, she took out a portable Ipod dock/player, put it on a night stand, and plugged it in. She took her Ipod and placed it in the holder and searched for a song. As a Dr. Dre rap song, began to play, she brought more stuff out of pack and put them on the bed. "Okay, I am ready. Are you?"

"Anytime."

"Okay, here goes!" She re-started the song, closed her eyes and started moving to the heavy bass line of the song. Her shapely hips started moving in time to the beat. She turned away from him presenting her ass and started shaking her ass in time to the music. The back of her little skirt began to flip up in the back showing off the tops of her thighs. Her ass was really shaking now and totally with the groove of the beat. She backed up until her bouncing ass was just a few inches from Dylan's face. Then the chorus came on changing the tempo and she moved away from him. Turning toward him again, she pulled her top off revealing her large bobbing tits encased in a very tiny bikini top that was little more than two triangular pieces of clothes held together with string. Her tits strained against the tiny material looking like they would burst out at any second. Her large nipples were hard and prominent as they poked thru the material like two little thumbs. As the song returned to the original groove, she advanced on Dylan shaking her tits in his face for all she was worth. Watching those awe-inspiring cans bounce in front of his face brought a rush of blood to his semi-hard penis. His snake surged down his leg as she danced in front of his face. 

Again the tempo changed and she moved back, this time she gracefully pulled her skirt down her incredible legs and stepped out of it. As she danced back and forth, she was revealed to be wearing the tiniest bottom to a bikini that Dylan had ever seen. It was literally just a piece of cloth that started above her shaved pubes and three pieces of string. It was almost inexistent, it was so tiny. When the chorus ended and the main beat began once again, she turned to him and presented with two of the finest ass checks that he had ever had the privilege to see. Full, round, muscular, and bouncing inches from his face, the twin globes were spectacular as they moved up and down, back and forth and around and around. There was only a very small string that ran up her ass crack that let you know you were not looking a fantastic naked ass. Dylan's cock was at full mast as he watched this mind-blowing strip tease put on by this sex-crazed coed. 

Then the song changed from a Dr. Dre to a slow bluesy number by Amy Winehouse as Tiffany began to gyrate her hips in front of Dylan' faced. She stuck her barely covered pussy right in his face. She was so close that he could smell the odor of her aroused pussy in the air. His boner was raging and his mouth was watering as he looked at this astounding piece of ass dance in front of his face. He wanted to reach out and bury his tongue in her hot wet cunt, but he let her do her thing. He was going to be fucking her lights out soon enough. No need to be in a hurry. 

She moved back from his face and began to remove her tiny top. Her big round tits sprang out and hung on her chest like they were not affected by gravity. They bounced up and down, swung back and forth, but there was no sag at all in her young 20-something tits. She mashed the twins together and brought them to her lips and began to lick both rock hard nipples with her tongue. While she licked and sucked her own nipples, her hips were doing an amazing belly dance of rippling muscles and swing hips. He could not wait to sink his 9 inches of thick hard cock into her twat. This was going to be SMOKING! After she had licked and played with her heavy, firm knockers some more moaning and groaning the entire time as she heated her own cunt up. She turned and began to pull the little-bitsy thong down her hips and long legs. As she bent over to take the tiny garment off her feet, her juicy shaved cunt peaked out at him from between her thighs. Her labia was already spread and juices glistened along her slick lips. Then turning again and sitting on the nearest desk, she spread her thighs wide and brought her fingers to her wet cunt. She slipped two fingers deep inside her box and rode them back and forth. Then pulling the two juice covered digits from her cunt, she brought them to her mouth and licked all the cream off of them. Then reaching for something on the bed, she picked up a thick vibrator and turned it on. She began to move the vibrating tip along the outside of her moist hole and up to her throbbing clit. Holding the vibrator against her buzzing nub brought a long loud groan from Tiffany as the pleasure rushed straight to her head. Round and round, she rubbed the vibrating tip against her pulsing clit bringing shudders to her brain as the little toy heated up her desires. After several passes across her sensitive sex button, she slid the entire thick vibrator up her cunt and turned it on full. As she sat on the desk with her legs spread wide, Dylan could see the juices running down from her leaking cunt to her ass as the vibrator pulsed inside her blazing gash. She moved again presenting her ass toward him again, and reaching between her wide spread thighs, she began to move the vibrator in and out of her hole as an increasing rate. With her ass shaking and loud groans coming from her, he thought she might be closing in on her first orgasm. Faster and faster, the buzzing toy went as it flew into her opening. All at once, her back arched and she cried out as the orgasm hit her. Her hand flew faster in her overheated snatch as she tried to extend the pleasure. Finally, she stopped her thrusting. Leaving the vibrator on and deep in her cunt, she turned and sat of the desk. A thin sheen of sweat showed on her body, as she tried to catch her breath. Dylan watched this entire show with his prick about to burst out of his pants and it was about time for it to make its appearance. 

She looked up at him with inflamed eyes, "How did you like my routine, Mr. James?"

Dylan stood up from his chair and slowly took off his shorts revealing his fully enlarged prick. It stood out in front of him and pointed at her like a lance. "I give it a 9 out of a possible 9," he growled in a lust choked voice. 

Tiffany just startled at the long thick cock in front of her. She had hoped that he would be large because he was so beautiful to look at, but this was so much more then she had anticipated. His cock was huge, long and thick and hard as a diamond as it bobbed and swayed in front of him. "Oh my," was all that she could say as that cock moved toward her. 

"I liked your routine very much. But I am going to show you a special routine that we can do ourselves. This is called 'around the world". Dylan held out his hand and pulled her off the desk. He turned her around and had her lean against the desk. Spreading her thighs with his knees, he reached under her and found the end of the still buzzing vibrator. As he kissed the back of her neck, he slowly pulled the noisy little toy from her sopping wet slot. She groaned as the device was pulled from her creaming hole. Once free of her body, he turned it off and placed it on the desk. "We should keep this handy just in case."

He took his thick cock in his hand and stepped up right behind her. He began to rub the head of his mighty cock along the slick opening to her hot cunt. Coating the head with her dripping pussy juice until it was soaked with her essence. It was time! Still clasping the head of his thick meat he lodged the knob in the drooling lips of her outer labia. He gently pushed and suddenly felt a pocket of warmth swallow his cock as he began to feed the first inch of meat inside of her. He put his hand on her hips and continued to push. Tiffany moaned as he sank into her drenched pussy inch by meaty inch. At seven inches, she gasped and her cunt contracted around his thick cock with a minor spasm. He knew that he had just passed the deepest point any cock had ever been inside and he smiled knowing he still had another two inches left to give her. 

"Oh God." She sighed as his invader wormed further into her creamy depths until he felt the tip of his long cock nudged snuggly against her cervical ring.

"Oh my God. Oh Fuck. Wow, this feels incredible," she gasped.

"Oh it gets a lot better," Dylan warned. She gazed over her shoulder and into his eyes with a look of sheer lust. 

"Oh Fuck Me Now!" She begged. 

Dylan started to move his hips. He pulled his massive cock part way out of her tight, clenching cunt and then plunged it deep into her boiling depths. He repeated this again and again as her pussy rode up and down his thick boner. With each hard stroke his cock hit bottom as the head popped into Tiffany's cervix and bounced off the spongy back of her very cunt. Lewd slapping noises began to fill the room as her cunt was pounded by his raging staff. Her ass began to bounce in time to his thrusts. Her eyes were closed now, her face filling with pleasure as his cock plunged deep into her with each thrust. 

"Oh yeah!" Her voice quivered. They developed a rhythm as they moved back and forth. After about every ten cunt breaking stroke, Dylan would plant his cock as deep as it would go and grind his genitals against her ass. His cock-head continual slipped inside the entrance to her womb.

"OH YEAH, BABY, COCK ME GOOD!" She groaned. The union quickly became almost violent as she began rolling her hips like a mad woman. Her face began to contort and her entire body began to convulse.

"OH GOD, SWEETIE, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CREAM!" She panted desperately.

Her words opened the floodgates for her. Her mouth hung open but nothing came out. Her eyes rolled back. Her hips were rocking so fast that he felt as though her cunt were going to rip his cock right off.

"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING HARD!" She shouted, "FFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!" She screamed so loud he thought for sure that everyone could hear them out in the parking lot. Tiffany let out a series of animal-like grunts, as squirts of orgasmic juice shot out against his cock and cascaded down his balls toward the floor. Still he drove into her with his full length sending her higher with each powerful thrust. 

"GODDDD, I'M CUMMINNNGGGG MORE!" Tiffany let out a grunting scream. She became a sweaty heap of bucking, grinding, pumping flesh as she began to cum in buckets. Her cunt juices poured out in a creamy froth that oozed from her drenched cunt. Still he plowed into her upturned hole, driving his cock up into her cervical interior with each stroke. Finally, her chest fell to the desk and she stopped moving as she tired from the onslaught. "Oh God...oh God...Oh God...," was all she could moan as she tried to catch her breath. 




Going Back To School Day 03 - Later



(A Dylan James Adventure)

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Those of you familiar with Dylan and his exploits will know that after he finished his stuntman apprenticeship in Los Angeles, he went to Europe for a few months to celebrate and just chill out before returning to the rigors of his new profession in Los Angeles. This story is about the beginning of that celebration trip. 

If you are not familiar with Dylan and his adventures in Hollywood, please check out all his other adventures. However, this is a stand-alone series. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

Day 3 - Later

The loud buzzing of his cell phone woke a very groggy Dylan. He sat up trying to locate the offending item. It was sitting on a table across the room and he staggered out of bed to reach for it. Just as he picked it up, it stopped ringing. Pissed, he looked at the number and saw that it was Jeff. He put the phone down deciding to call his friend in a little while. He turned back towards the bed expecting to see the sleeping form of Tiffany, the little bombshell who had been after his ass since he got to campus. They had fucked like to rutting rabbits earlier in the day. They had played a game called around the world where he fucked her in every orifice in her body. They had accomplished that feat to spectacular results. He had taken her pussy doggy style first, than plowed into her incredibly luscious ass, then her hot pussy again in missionary before he finally dumped his load down her clutching throat as he 69ed with her. 

To his astonishment, she was not lying on the bed. He checked the bathroom and she was not in there. He checked back in the room. Her clothes, what little there had been of them, were gone plus her sex toys that she had brought for them to play with. He shook his head confused. What day was it? Had he overslept again? He grabbed his cell phone to look at the time. It was almost 7PM. He could not have slept for an entire day?

"Wondering where she went to, stud boy?"

He turned to find Kasey standing the bathroom doorway. Megan and she (See Day 1) shared a dorm suite with him, and they connected by the bathroom. 

"You look terrible," she said as she looked at the naked cum and pussy juice covered stuntman with his messed up hair and confused look. "But you will be glad to know that you look better than her. Man, she was walking kinda funny when she pulled out of her. I think you fucked her spine out of alignment. I could hear you two in here earlier. She is one loud bitch. If she had screamed one more time, 'Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me,' I was going to come over here and gag her. Or let her eat my pussy. You guys made me horny."

"Sorry to bother you. I will try to keep it down next time. The noise that is."

"No worries. Hey, you wouldn't be interested in a little playtime right now, would you? I am so horny, and Megan is out on a date till late or all night depending how it goes." 

"Kasey, I never turn down a beautiful girl, but I have not eaten food since lunch. I am famished."

"It's okay," she said, but you could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Hey I need to take a shower before I go. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure," she squealed. She was already taking off her clothes and throwing them into her room, before he even moved. Her body was beautiful. She had a slim frame with long brown hair and green eyes. Her tits were not overly large, but seemed very big on her small frame. She was shaved with a star design over the top of her pussy. A pussy that he had the pleasure of already tapping twice. She was an excellent fuck. As a matter of fact, he had not met a girl at Texas Tech who was not an excellent fuck. They all seemed to excel at it. 

He'd had Megan and Kasey the first night in town. He had fucked Gwen in the Research Lab at the library, and a second round with his two neighbors on Day 2. And he had just completed the planned event of fucking the shit out of Tiffany. She had come to his room, and had she cum and cum and cum some more. 

Kasey had already turned on the shower as he limped into the bathroom. She pulled the exhausted Dylan to her and pressed her eager young body against him. She kissed him on the cheek and pulled him into the hot shower. With his head under the running water, she gently but thoroughly washed his tired body, paying particular attention to that 9 inch organ that she and her roommate had fallen in lust with. They liked Dylan, he seemed to be a very attractive, intelligent nice guy, but his cock was amazing. They had nicknamed him "Supercock" because of how well he used it on both of them. He would fuck them for what seemed like hours, bring them to multiple gut-wrenching orgasms and still give them more cock. He was like a horse, or a machine, or something out of this world. But Megan and she had never seen, shared or fucked anything like their, "Supercock." 

She took the bar of soap and lathered up her hands. Then she began soaping Dylan up slowly, starting with his neck, moving her way down his chest to his cock. She took her time, continuing to lather them long after it was necessary. He sighed contentedly as she repeated the process a few times until the fatigue began to leave his body and he started to relax. On her final pass, she soaped up his stomach, then pelvis, slowly creeping lower, until she wrapped her soapy fingers around his now very hard cock.

"Is that for me?"

"You know it is."

They came together, kissing tenderly. Their wet bodies pressed tightly together as she continued to stroke him, and he ran his hands down her back to her ass. The kiss grew more heated as they began to grinding into each other. After the kiss broke, he reached down between her legs and began nibble her neck. She moaned even louder as his fingers began to work the lips of her pussy, then her clit. She began to stroke him harder and faster. They began to kiss with more urgency. He pushed her against the wall of the shower and dropped to his knees. He continued to run his fingers across her clit, her lips, into her warm pussy, teasing her. Kasey moaned as his teasing began to get to her, she started squirming, trying to get him to push his searching fingers up into her eager cunt. He put his face into her crotch and began to lick her outer lips gently, teasing her, feeling her body quiver from the sensations. Her hand found the back of his head and pulled him harder into her body. Dylan's tongue finds her clit, and he flick at it lightly. She moaned as his tongue became more insistent, lashing at her, then pressing hard and biting and nibbling. Her hips were flipping at his tongue, bucking erratically, and her moans were becoming louder, echoing off the shower walls. He slid a finger insider her, then a second, as he kept working her clit over with his tongue. His fingers moved in and out of her gently, searching out her G spot. Her moans continued to grow as she slumped against the shower wall now, hips gyrating. He found the spot and her hips suddenly were bouncing and pressing into his face, as he massaged it with his fingers. She began to shudder and shake, her hand now pressing him into her harder than before. He flicked her clit gently but insistently while his fingers slid in and out of her leaking cunt. The tension in her body grew and the orgasm neared, her hips flipping and hands gripping the back of his head tightly, finally she let out a loud yell, and Dylan could taste the rush of her juices as they flowed out of her. Her muscles contracted around his thrusting fingers, as her climax crested. Her body pressed for a long moment against his flicking tongue, then with a shudder, she relaxed, and she slumped against the shower wall, water cascading down her fine young body. 

"Oh, that is so nice," she sighed. "Thank you! I really needed that after listening to you fuck that girl all afternoon."

Dylan stood up and they kissed for a long moment and she gave his jutting cock a squeeze before she got out of the shower, "We will take care of that later."

He washed his hair and got out. As he dried off she came into his room, "What time are you going to be back?"

"You can come with me. I am just going for a beer and a burger."

"No, I have some studying to do, but I am going to be eating later. A very large meal," she grinned wickedly as she stared at his thick cock dangling between his muscular thighs. 

"Suit yourself. I'll be back in an hour or two."

"Sweet! See you then," she called out as she marched thru the bathroom toward her room. She stopped in the doorway to her room and looked back at him with a lecherous grin. She winked and closed the door behind her. 'Jesus, if he stayed on the campus longer than a week, these Texas girls were going to fuck him to death,' he contemplated as he finished dressing. 

Twenty minutes later, he was sitting in the student union with his burger and beer. He had just finished talking to Jeff, who was busy tonight grading exams. Jeff had invited him over so he could chill and watch TV, but the prospect for sending the evening between Kasey's thighs won out, and he begged off. Just as he was about to dig into his food, his cell rang. He looked at the number. It was local, but he did not recognize it. 

"Hello?"

"I am still sore," went a strange voice on the other end. 

"Tiffany?" He asked confused.

"NO! I am not Tiffany! It's Gwen. Remember? The Library?"

"Oh, hey, I am sorry. Of course, I remember. What's up?" He said as he tried to cover for his mistake. Of course, he remembered Gwen. The super hot blond (See Day 2) that he had followed across campus to the Library entranced with her amazing body and little short skirt. He had tracked her to the Periodical Research Lab, seduced her and fucked her silly right out in the open. It was an extremely memorable event. One he would never forget. 

"Well, I was wondering what you doing tonight? I am free in a little while and I wanted to see you again."

"What about your boyfriend?" Dylan asked casually, but inside he was excited as hell. She was amazing looking and could fuck like no one's business. The chance to ride that tight hot pussy again sent a surge of blood to his resting penis.

"He has to study for a big test, and what he doesn't know will not hurt him in the least. But me on the other hand, ... well ... I've ... thinking about ... you ... and the library ... and your cock ...all day. I really want, hell I need to see you again. Can I?"

Jesus, he must have fucked her into next week to have this gorgeous blond beg to have his cock. "Sure, no problem. Do you want to meet me for a drink?"

"I would like too, but I am supposed to spend the night at his place tonight. So all I really have time for is to be with you. It that okay?" 

Like he would say no to that invite, "Sure. You want to meet me at my room? I am staying here on campus."

"Great!" So he gave her the address of his dorm room and agreed to meet in about an hour. A big grin came over his face. Gwen and he were going to make a repeat performance. He promised to himself that the encore would be as good as the first time, plus there would be the added spice of Kasey to add to the mix. God, he loved this campus.

He quickly finished his meal and rushed back to his room. He quickly started picking up his disorganized room trying to get ready for Gwen. After straightening up the room, he went to the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. He was excited about seeing Gwen again. He had just fucked the shit out of Tiffany earlier, but the thought of sinking his cock into Gwen's sweet tight pussy again was making his prick start to throb. He knocked on Kasey's door to arrange with her to come over during his time with Gwen, and see if they could get her in a three-way. He heard a muffled cry that he thought was "Come In" so he turned the door handle and entered. He found the very naked form of Kasey stretched out on her bed rubbing her clit with one hand and pushing a dildo up her dripping cunt with the other. Her sweaty lean body, scrumptious heaving tits, pumping hips, and wide spread thighs greeted him as he stared at her plunging her dildo in and out of her hot hole. Instead of studying as planned, she was fucking herself with a thick dildo. Instead of saying "Come in", she had been screaming "I'm cumming!" Kasey's hips were driving off the bed as she pumped the dildo deep inside her creaming cunt trying to get as much into her overheated pussy as she could. Her hips and hands worked in perfect rhythm as she achieved her climax, and she strove to maintain the intense pleasure as long as possible. Finally, her hips quit pumping and her lovely ass fell to the bed. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and saw Dylan standing in the door way. She winked at him with a lecherous grin as she pulled the glistening, dripping dildo from her cunt lips and brought it to her mouth. She licked her sweet juices off the large latex tube with slow deliberate tongue movements, her eyes on Dylan each moment as she savored her own fresh hot cunt juice. 

"I thought you were studying for a test?" He smiled as he watched her take one last lick of the thick dildo, then she popped the head into her mouth and suck on it like an all day sucker. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Oh that tastes good," Kasey moaned with exaggerated pleasure as she took the thick dildo out of her mouth. "I was going too, but the thought of you fucking me later – just got me going. Want to climb on and get started?"

"Well, there is a little change in plans. The girl I told you about from the library is coming by. So I was hoping you would join us for some three-way fun."

A look of disappointment crossed Kasey's face. She had been hoping to get him all to herself, but as she leaned back on her elbows looking at this stud, she realized that she would take him anyway that she could just as long as she could ride his amazing cock. "You really did do that girl in the library? I thought that was bullshit. Sure, I will play with you and her. Is she up for it?"

"That might be a problem. I have not asked her. I was thinking we get started and then you join us on the sly. Ease her into it. How does that sound?"

"Look, I am totally game. But if she freaks then you still have to fuck me. You promise?"

"Kasey, nothing is going to stop me from fucking you tonight. I promise," Dylan swore as he looked at this amazing looking girl laying on her bed begging for his cock. That was two girls in less than an hour literarily demanding to get his cock. He was dumbfounded by the amount of pussy that kept throwing itself at him on this college campus. He was only halfway through his third day here and he'd already had sex with four different women. He kind of wondered if he would make to the weekend alive, but he was sure having fun in Texas and could not think of a better way to die. 

He sat down on the edge of her bed. "So give me about 20 minutes to warm her up, then slip into the room. Okay?" Kasey sat up and threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a huge passionate kiss that made his head swim. She reached her hand down and began to stroke his thickening cock, teasing him till he was full-mast. He pushed her back on the bed and began to kiss her hard nips bringing a sigh of passion from her. As she worked his cock through his pants, he slipped first one then two fingers into her still very moist cunt. She spread her legs wide apart as he slowly started working his fingers in and out of her greedy snatch. He began rubbing her G spot with his two fingers while strumming her hard little clit with his thumb. Kasey's hips began to tick in time with his fingers, slightly at first but as he rubbed faster, her hips began thrusting faster as well. Her hand was gripping his rock hard cock like a vise as he worked his fingers in and out rubbing against her spot. Her hips were flying now as she tried to get more of his fingers inside her famished cunt. "Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, ...," she groaned on each thrust as he skillfully worked her up to another climax. After several moments of his fingers working her pussy, Kasey's hips froze in mid-air and she screamed her orgasm to the world.

"OOOOooohhhhhhhh FFFFuuuucccckkkk!" Her hips started churning up and down as he stroked her clit and G spot. Her cunt channel began rippling and gripping at his fingers. "YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! OOOOOHHHHH!!" She screamed as her slick hole flew up and down his thrusting fingers seeking more and more pleasure from his touch. "YYYEEEEEEESSSSS!!!" As her climax crested, her ass plopped down on the bed and she sighed in release. "Oh Jesus, that was a good one."

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Then taking his wet fingers from her still-clutching cunt, he licked all her juice of his fingers, and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. They dueled with each other for a few moments, until he broke the kiss, "See you in a few moments. Remember to give us a little time, but don't wait too long. I want to get inside you tonight." She smiled and nodded her head as she luxuriated in her post-orgasmic bliss as he left the room. 

His cell was ringing as he entered his room. He hurried to pick it up and saw that it was Gwen calling. "Hello?"

"Oh, there you are. I thought you had stood me up. I have been calling for five minutes."

"Sorry, I was just cleaning up. What's up?"

"I am outside, but I forgot your room number." Dylan quickly told her the room number and hung up. He checked the room once more to make sure that it was at least presentable. Then he opened the suite door and stepped into the hallway. He had been standing there for only a couple of moments before the stairway door opened at the end of the hall, and Gwen stepped in the hallway. She saw him standing waiting for her and she smiled a big grin that light up her entire face. She quickly moved toward him and Dylan had a chance to revel in her beauty. She was dressed in a short blue skirt and a pink tank top with flip-flops on. She was wearing her long blond hair down today as it framed her lovely face and hung down over her large round breasts. Her long legs were quickly covering the distance between them as she moved at a fast pace. Her short skirt was flipping up in the back and her large tits were bouncing and bobbing underneath her small tight tank top. Her skin absolutely glowed with her golden tan. He was struck again at how amazingly hot she was as she marched toward him. His thick cock was already at full mast from Kasey's hot stroking, but it seemed to surge to even harder status as he stared at this young coed's fantastic physique.

When she reached him, she stepped right in to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long ardent kiss. Her hands dropped to his muscular ass and pulled his groin tight against her body. When she felt his long hard bulge press against her stomach, she groaned deep in her throat with desire. She brought one of her hands around and grabbed the thick lump in his pants, giving it a squeeze. "I have dreamed of this all day," she said as she broke the kiss. 

Dylan pulled her into his room and closed the door behind them. They again locked in a fervent kiss as they explored and dueled with the other's tongue. Gwen dropped to her knees and unzipped his shorts and pulled them all the way down his strong muscled thighs and calves to his ankles. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the huge tent that had formed in the front of Dylan's boxers. She felt her pussy becoming soaking wet and her nipples becoming rock hard. She wanted to see his thick delicious cock and worship it. She pulled his boxers down over his sculptured ass and out sprang his massive piece of meat, which slapped against his quivering thigh. It was fully hard, pounding, making little jumps to the beat of his heart. It was truly the most magnificent cock she had ever seen, and hanging down beneath the great cock were two large bulging testicles.




Going Back To School Day 03 - Later



"Wow," was all Gwen could say. His cock was the most enormous she had ever encountered. It was a thick muscled piece of male flesh with strong blue veins running its length. The large mushroom shaped head bobbed in front her face as she stared in awe at his giant cock. She lovingly took his hanging cock in her hands and began jerking his cock with long strokes that went from the thick base to the swollen cockhead. A large dollop of pre-cum formed at his piss slit and she hungrily sucked his huge cockhead into her hot wet mouth. Soon the only sound in the room that could be heard was the sucking and slurping sound of Gwen's vacuum cleaner like mouth on Dylan's horse-like cock which was now throbbing between her full lips. She began moving her mouth up and down his juicy shaft, taking in as much of his thick meat as possible. She got a good 6 inches into her mouth before the head of his long cock banged into the back of her throat. She continued working and swallowing more and more of Dylan's fat cock until she had all 9 inches jammed down her throat. Her tongue flicked out and licked his large taut balls, than she began bobbing her head forcing her mouth up and down his long column of meat. 

"Oh yeah! Oh god!" moaned Dylan as one of her hands cupped his humongous balls, swinging and bouncing beneath her chin. She massaged and squeezed his plum-sized balls as she continued to feed his long thick prick deep into her throat. Her face had grown red from the effort of forcing his thick cock into her throat. With his cock between her lips, she savored the taste of his throbbing member as she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, soaking up the pre-cum that leaking from his piss slit in copious amounts. Finally tiring from the effort she pulled her mouth off his shaft completely. His huge cock still pointed upwards at her, drenched in her saliva.

"I've got to have you," Gwen said as she looked at his throbbing cock. Her mouth was red and raw from trying to swallow his thick prick. 

"What did you say?" Dylan teased as he toyed with the horny coed. As he looked down at her on her knees before him, he could see that she had slipped one hand under her skirt and was earnestly rubbing her pussy. 

"You've got to fuck me. My cunt is aching for that cock of yours," she begged as she looked up at him while she fingered herself. Dylan pulled the eager girl to her feet. He grabbed the bottom of her pink top and pulled it over her head. As her top came off, her hair and tits came spilling out. Her 36C's were tipped with rock hard nips that were red and elongated with desire. He cupped her large melons from beneath and buried his mouth against her right breast, stuffing as much of the flesh into his mouth as possible. As he sucked her right tit, he used his other hand to pinch and tug at her erect left nipple. Trapping her right nipple between his teeth and letting his tongue flicker over it repeatedly sent Gwen into an orgasmic state and she began cumming from her pent up desire. 

"Ooooo...Ooooooo!...Oooo!!" she squealed with utter delight. "Oooooooooo, MY GOD!!!" Dylan had forgotten how vocal and loud she was when she came. Trying to keep her going, he switched to her left nipple while pinching and tugging on the wet nipple he just sucked. She held his head tightly to her tit as he sucked and she came repeatedly from the attention he was giving her sweet orbs. Then Dylan held both of her large fun bags together in his hands and sucked both of her hot nipples into his mouth at the same time. This sent her over the top again as she screamed out her release. "OOOOOOOOOO, MY GOD!! DON'T STOP!!!" as he feasted on her tits. Finally she collapsed back on the bed, weak-kneed and panting. Her tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples were red from Dylan's attack and her tits were bathed in his saliva. 

Dylan reached under her little blue skirt and found that she had no underwear on. He pulled her skirt down her legs, throwing it in a corner and looked down at the absolute beauty of this young woman who so desperately wanted his cock buried in her tight cunt. Her blond hair askew, her soulful blue eyes looking up at him with desire, her large breasts heaving on her chest, her golden legs open and spread revealing her blond pussy dripping. Dylan could not help himself as he kneeled and buried his face in her burning snatch. His teeth began chewing at her throbbing clitoris and the tip of his tongue frequently flickered across it sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He wiggled his tongue between her drenched vagina lips, drinking the sweet juices that flowed from her cunt as he slipped a finger into her rippling tunnel to caress her g-spot. 

"Ohhhhhhl! Uhhhhhhhh! Suck...my....pussy. Oohhhhhh!" she moaned as she ran her hands through his hair. "Yeah, you're getting it now, yeah, oh yeah, oh oh that's it." Her ecstasy caused her to pinched and pulled at her own big nipples, as Dylan feasted in her wet cunt. Dylan loved her taste as he rutted in her hot hole, licking and sucking her sweet nectar. Listening to her moan with pleasure as she writhed beneath him was really turning him on. He could barely control himself, it was all he could do to keep from pushing his face into her cunt and not come up for air as he plunged his tongue deep inside her. But he was biting and nibbling her ever so gently, moving around her clit slowly and steadily as he sawed two fingers into and out of her. Suddenly Gwen's hips bucked and she gasped. She squeezed her thighs around his head and started flipping her cunt at his face. 

"OH - YES - THAT'S IT!!!!" she screamed. As Dylan sucked on her clit hard, she grabbed his head and pushed his face harder into her pussy. "Oh yes, almost there, almost, yes, yes, YES! YES!" She screamed as the first waves of her orgasm hit. Her body convulsed deeply and she shuddered through wave after wave while Dylan continued licking, sucking and biting her clit, shoving his fingers deep into her gushing cunt. "OH GOD...OH GOD...OH GOD!!!OHHH FFFFUUCCCKKKK!!!!" 

As her orgasm hit its apex, he raised his face out of her drenched cunt and kneeled between her wide spread thighs. Taking his massive tool in his hands, he began rubbing his cockhead up and down her dripping pussy making the head wet with her juices. Making circular motions around her swollen labia, he teased her until he eased his cockhead between her tight cunt lips. As his huge monster pushed its way into her moist cunt, she lifted herself up on her elbows, trying to see his huge cock sink deeper inside her famished twat. 

"Oh fuck, you're hung!" she groaned as he pushed more and more of his monstrous dong inside her. When half of Dylan's cock was deeply implanted inside her cunt, he stopped thrusting and looked down into the lust filled face of his new lover. "Why are you here, Gwen?" he teased, thrilled at the power his cock had over her. 

"Oh, I needed your cock to fuck me," her voice trembled as she seem to border on hysteria. 

"Where is your boyfriend, Gwen? Why is he not fucking you now? Tell me Gwen!" Dylan pulled his dick out of her cunt and thrust about half back in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pulled out again and stroked into her cunt bottoming out as his entire dick filled her. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, GOD!!! ...Cause he can't ... fuck like you!!! OHHHHHHHH! He is not as ...BIG AS YOU... OOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK ME!!!!!!" Smiling as her complete addiction to his dick, Dylan started thrusting and ramming his thick cock inside her tightly packed cunt. He began to really start to laying the pipe to her as he stroked into her gripping cunt. Gwen felt her pussy being stretched to the breaking point by his fat cock. She was in heaven as her labia gripped his huge cock as he tried to force more and more of his thick meant inside her.

"Oohhhhh yeaaaah! Oh yeaaaah! Oh God! You're enormous! Oh God!" she cried as Dylan started fucking her faster and harder. "Oh you're so big, so fuckin' big!" Dylan pulled her legs over his shoulders as he pushed balls deep into her sopping wet channel. Their thighs were now slapping together and his huge balls were beating a tattoo on her ass. Her heaving tits were literally leaping out from her chest and slapping together with each powerful thrust from Dylan. "AHHHHHH!" she cried as Dylan continued ramming her harder and deeper.

She was really getting off on Dylan's thick cock as he plowed into her cunt again and again. His thick cock was giving her an incredible amount of pleasure as it stretched her cunt with his plunging width. With the new angle, when Dylan's meat shoved inside her, his cockhead banged into her cervix. 

"OH GOD, YOU'RE SO DEEP, SOOOOOOO DEEEEP," she screamed as his huge cockhead hitting her cervix triggered an orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasm spread from her pussy throughout her body as her cunt convulsed and shook around his thrusting rod. The way her cunt was pulling and gripping his thick shaft, he felt like she was going to squeeze the cum right out of him as he thrust his awesome member into her creaming cunt. His hips were rising and falling, drilling his meat into her stretched pussy. "Take my cock! FUCK MY COCK!" he wheezed into her ear as he drove more and more of thick cock into her snatch. 

"GIVE IT TO ME!! OH GOD...GIVE ME ALL YOUR COCK!!!" she screamed as the thick blunt end of his cock banged into her cervix on each thrust. The walls of her cunt were stretched so tightly around his thick meaty shaft, she could feel it pulse as it plowed deep inside her. He fucked her tight snatch faster and faster. He was slamming her so hard she was lifted up off the bed on each thrust, and his cock was a blur of motion sliding in and out of her juicing cunt. On each thrust all nice inches of thick prick were buried to the hilt in her pussy. To Gwen it felt like she was a virgin all over again, her cunt was being stretched so far and his cock was going so deep she thought she could feel it in her throat. With another powerful thrust, he bottomed out and pierced her cervix burying his cock deep inside her womb. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!" she screamed as another orgasm seized her cunt and exploded throughout her body. Her juices poured from her dripping wet gash in a fast-flowing stream that covered Dylan's thrusting meat coating everything including his swing balls. Gwen's pussy completely surrendered to his vicious assault and she kept cumming and cumming and cumming until it seemed that it would never stop. Dylan was giving her the fucking of a lifetime, one that she would never forget. Still Dylan plowed on as he kept thrusting his long, thick tool deep into Gwen's churning tight cunt. Her climax never seemed to stop as his invading monster pushed her over the top again. He pushed her legs farther over until her large tits were crushed by her knees. She felt like a pretzel being twisted up as Dylan drilled his massive manhood deep inside her wet womb. The sound of their body hitting against each other filled the room with the sound of slapping flesh. 

"OH FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MMMMEEEEEE!" she cried as Dylan continued filling her pussy with his surging staff. Her pussy was stretched around his cock like a glove and she could feel his thick shaft throbbing as he bore inside her. She sensed that he was about to cum, so wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders she began to match his thrusts. She felt his big cum filled balls slapping her ass as he slammed his prick into her over stretched cunt.

"Uuhhnn, gonna cum . . . " Dylan croaked as he thrust away sending more thick cock into her grasping slit again and again.

"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR CUM," Gwen begged. Suddenly, his orgasm was there as the first blast came shooting out of the tip of his massive cum cannon, and deep into her vibrating womb. Thick rope after rope of hot cum shot out of his spewing cock coating her vagina with a paste of white cum as he continued to thrust into her clutching cunt. His hot cum sent her over the top once again. Cumming, screaming and her hips churning, Gwen's cunt pulled and gripped at his plunging cock trying to suck his cock dry. He continued to fire into her hot tunnel as she bucked and jumped beneath him while her constricted channel pulled at his cock so hard he thought she would tear it out by the roots. Finally, his cum stopped shooting into her cunt, and her hips quit their bucking and they collapsed into each other arms completely spent. As they lay in each other arms trying to catch their collective breath, and cum and pussy juice leaked from the union of cock and cunt, they both heard applause coming from the bathroom doorway.

"That was awesome," they heard a voice say.

Dylan from his position lying between Gwen's wide spread thighs opened his eyes to see Kasey standing in the bathroom door. She was wearing a pair of tiny boy shorts and a bikini top that barely covered her tits. She had a look on her face that was a cross between amusement and naked desire as she stared at the two exhausted lovers. Gwen yanked her head around to see where the voice came from, and was shocked to see another woman there. She struggled to cover herself, but Dylan still lay on top of her and she was still impaled on his thick cock. 

"Who is she?" Gwen asked franticly.

Dylan rose up on one arm and looked down at Gwen. "Don't worry. She is my roommate and she wants to join us. Is that okay?"

"You mean in bed with us?!?" Gwen seemed shocked at the idea. As she stared at Dylan, he could see the fear and confusion rising in her eyes, and he decided to act. He had just cum, but the tightness of Gwen's succulent cunt and sight of Kasey's barely there outfit had given new life to his sturdy staff. He thrust his hard penis into Gwen's dripping, smooth pussy and she moaned in surprise. He started driving into her heated pussy with more force and Gwen gyrated her hips in response. With one strong lunge, Dylan buried his hardening cock to the hilt and she cried out in ecstasy, her pussy gripped him fiercely as he thrust into her, and her eyes closed as she savored the feeling. As he began his new assault on her tightly packed cunt, he motioned Kasey toward the bed. 

Dropping her tiny outfit as she approached, Kasey sat on the bed next to Gwen's head, and stroked her long blond hair. Suddenly, remembering that there was another girl in the room. Gwen opened her eyes and looked up to see Kasey's nude form before her. Gwen started to freak again in spite of Dylan's massive cock sawing in and out of her juicy cunt. Kasey leaned her head down to Gwen's and said, "Relax. It will be fine." Then she kissed Gwen gently on the lips and slipped her tongue into the startled girl's mouth to french her. Dylan watched as the two gorgeous coeds kissed and while he kept fucking his long cock into Gwen's inviting twat, he noticed her body relax and release the tension. The kiss between Gwen and Kasey seemed to be heating up no doubt helped along by Dylan's plunging cock, and Kasey slipped her hand down to cup the ripe tits of Gwen. Gwen moaned deep in her throat as Kasey began to pinch and pull at her sensitive nipples. To make room for Kasey to do her magic on Gwen's fantastic body, Dylan got up on his knees and sat back on his haunches. He put his hands around Gwen's hips and pulled her down so her ass sat on his thighs and his cock was still buried in her inflamed pussy.  

Kasey was already moving to take over the situation as now she had both hands kneading and caressing Gwen's big tits. Gwen was starting to give into the passionate kissing and caressing, and when she put her arms around Kasey to draw her tighter, Dylan knew that they were home free. He had stopped moving inside Gwen, but that did not stop her talented cunt from rippling and fluttering the entire length of his hilted cock with her excited muscles. Gwen moaned in pleasure as Kasey broke the kiss and moved her mouth to one of Gwen's prominent nipples, sucking and nibbling away. 

"Oh fuck that feels good! Oh suck my tits, please. Ohhhhhhh!!" Kasey was very skilled at girl on girl and was bringing new feelings and sensations from Gwen's body that she had never known. She had been in a state of shock when she first saw Kasey in the bedroom, and it was taking time for her brain to begin wrapping around all this new information. But with Dylan's giant cock buried to the hilt in her twitching cunt and Kasey's mouth provide amazing sensation in her heaving tits, Gwen decided to relax and just let whatever happens, happen. 

Kasey joined Dylan on the bed next to Gwen's writhing body. She continued to feast on Gwen's luscious tits and her ass was thrust up into the air as she teased Gwen's nipples. Dylan placed his hand on Kasey's wonderful ass and slipped his fingers down and under to find her waiting and extremely wet cunt. Slipping two fingers inside of her leaking hole, Dylan picked up where he left off with her earlier. Kasey gasped at the incursion and began to work her ass around in a small circle as he stroked her G spot. Watching these two lovely women writhe on the bed in front of him with the room reeking of sex, Dylan felt that this was as close to heaven as one could get. 

Kasey was headed south to suck Gwen's hot pussy, so it was time of Dylan to pull out, but he already knew where he would shortly put his big meaty cock. Kasey was already moving across Gwen's taut stomach with her tongue as her skilled hands manipulated and massaged the excited girl's heaving hooters. He slowly eased his thick cock out of Gwen's pussy and a large trickle of intermingled cum and pussy cream oozed out of her cunt. As he left the v of Gwen's wide spread thighs, his body was replaced by Kasey who started to feast on the cum leaking from Gwen's cunt at once. 

Dylan stood up to move behind Kasey, but as he stood he just looked at amazement at the two horny girls. Gwen was in the center of the bed with her legs spread wide. Between them, Kasey was moving her head in small circles, and Gwen was already bucking her hips in pleasure. A quick thought just passed through his pleasure dulled brain reminding him that the reason these two women were here in the first place was because of the meat dangling between his thighs. And he smiled at that selfish thought. He stepped back a little—where he had an excellent view—watching Gwen kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as Kasey worked on her dripping pussy, and his cock swelled as he watched them. He watched raptly as the two girls licked and bucked at each other. Their bodies moved against each other, each with a slight sheen of perspiration, and he enjoyed the contrast between Gwen's tanned body and Kasey's fair-skinned one. Watching the two of them together was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Kasey's ass was just at the edge of the bed at almost a perfect level for Dylan to slip his raging cock into her tight hot hole. He moved behind her and ran his hands across her soft ass. She looked back at him and smiled at him knowingly, then went back to eating out Gwen's cunt. Gwen was beside herself with the treatment that her clit and hole were getting from Kasey's tongue. She'd had several boys eat her pussy since coming to college. Some were pretty good at it. Her boyfriend for one and certainly Dylan was a master, but nothing had prepared her for the incredible sensations that Kasey's mouth and tongue were drawing from her needy cunt. She had her hands tightly locked to the back of Kasey's head pressing her mouth hard against her drenched hole. Through half-opened lust filled eyes, she saw Dylan move around the back of Kasey and stroke her. Then she watched him take that massive pussy pleaser of his and slowly feed the long piece of meat into Kasey's up turned cunt. 




Going Back To School Day 03 - Later



Kasey shuddered as his cock lodged within her, and Dylan held himself there as he reached around her hip and began rubbing his fingers over her hard clit. About that moment Gwen threw her head back and cried out as Kasey brought her to a wonderful climax. With a look of pure ecstasy on her face, she began to shudder and quake, her hips pumping up and down as Kasey licked her. She screamed out as she came, her body undulating as the waves of pleasure battered her. The pleasure was transmitted to Dylan's cock through Kasey's body as she moved up and down and back and forth while she serviced Gwen's quaking pussy. Each little movement of her body caused her juicy cunt to move on his deeply buried cock, plus with the strumming of her clit, she was slowly working herself up to a nice little orgasm before he even started to fuck her. 

Gwen looked at Dylan incoherently with half-closed lust filled eyes. He grinned at her as she lay there panting and quaking from Kasey's continued tonguing of her ultra-sensitive pussy and clit. As Gwen focused on his face, her look of sheer lust and passion seemed to pull Dylan right into her vortex. His hand was still around Kasey's hip, rubbing her clit, but he had yet to begin thrusting. He was transfixed by the beauty of Gwen's face and the passion that was registered there. He absently took his hand away from Kasey's clit and grabbed hold of her hips as he began to slowly thrust into her hot, moist cunt. Kasey's body became a conduit for Dylan's and Gwen passionate lovemaking. Every stroke of Dylan's long cock seemed to be communicated directly to Gwen's throbbing clit, and every thrust of her churning hips seem to be passed on to his charging prick. With their eyes locked on each other so keenly, it seemed like that Kasey just disappeared as they fucked each other intently, immersed in their shared passion. 

Dylan drilled his thick cock deep into Kasey's willing pussy never taking his eyes off of Gwen's passion racked face. The harder he thrust into Kasey, the more urgently she munched on Gwen's drenched and leaking pussy. The more Kasey tongued and bit and licked Gwen's burning hole, the faster Gwen's hips leapt off the bed and into her face. It was like Gwen was responding exactly to Dylan's thrusts as he poured the cock to Kasey. Using long strokes that left only the large head inside her aching hole before his cock went sailing back deep into Kasey's dripping pussy, Dylan's ass was a blur as he plunged all of his meat into the eager cunt in front of him. Again and again, he speared into Kasey, and Gwen's mounting orgasms seemed to come directly from his savage pounding. Focused on Gwen, he barely noticed as Kasey began to buck and shake beneath him, her ass in constant motion as she tried to get more and more of his hard thrusting cock into her overwrought slit. He was relentless as he pounded into Kasey's cunt, feeding her his massive meat at an astonishing rate. He barely heard her whimpering cries and moans as he shoved his cock deep into her thrilled cunt again and again. All at once Kasey's head flew out of Gwen's saturated gash and screamed out her powerful release.

"OOOHHHHH MY GAWD..... DYLAN ....OH GODDD... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GODDDD, FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MMMEEEEEE!" Now noticing the bucking young coed as she bounced and jumped beneath him, her powerful cunt muscles gripping and pulling at his thrusting pole, his hands moved to her free swinging tits and grabbed on tight. Feeling his own need for release approaching swiftly, Dylan bored into Kasey's quaking body with everything he had. She screamed, and bucked and cried out as his thick cock took her from one shattering climax to another. Gwen stared in open awe at the sight of animalistic passion displayed in front of her. Kasey's head swinging from side to side, her hair flying in all directions, and Dylan's heaving chest as sweat poured off his body while he savaged fucked Kasey like there was no tomorrow. The combination of Kasey's bucking ass and tightly packed cunt took Dylan to the edge and over as his hot cum spewed out of his stabbing cock. 

"GIVE ME YOUR CUM... GIVE ME ALL YOUR WHITE HOT CUM!!!!" Kasey screamed out as she felt the first spurt blast into her creaming womb. Dylan moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as the powerful jets of cum coated her cunt. The pleasure exploded like a supernova from his loins as what felt like a gallon of pent-up semen poured from his driving cock and into Kasey's willing hot hole. An almost constant stream of jizz gushed from his cock and into her greedy cunt. It came leaking from her overflowing cunt in little streams that flowed down the backs of her thighs and coated his balls. When finally, there was no more cum for his overworked balls to produce, he staggered back from Kasey's shaking ass and collapsed on the other bed, sweating and panting for air.

He lay on the bed staring into the distant space of nowhere while his mind drifted, exhausted and sweep away from the endless pleasure that he had experienced today. He had no idea how long he lay there. He was almost asleep when a scream from Kasey interrupted his serenity, brought him back into the room and the world. He rose up to find Gwen with her head buried in Kasey's crotch. For someone who had never done this before, Gwen was a very quick learner as she brought Kasey off a second time in as many minutes. Gwen's head was buried in Kasey's creaming cunt as her body writhed under talented newbie. She had managed to suck out all of Dylan's cum from Kasey's overflowing pussy, and had then attacked her throbbing clit with her teeth and tongue, sending Kasey into ecstasy. Kasey had been licking Gwen's hard button and vagina lips, but the intense pleasure what too much for her. Her face was red, she was screaming, her hips were flipping off the bed and onto Gwen's face as she was brought to the edge once again by Gwen's talented tongue. 

"Oh yeah ... just like that ... Oh God ....ahhhhhhhhhh ... Jesus, that is good..."

Dylan was entranced by the scene of these two hot women in their torrid embrace. But as much as the two girl munching carpet had him mesmerized, the sight of Gwen's perfect ass waving back and forth was even more devine. He was awestruck by the incredible sight of her thighs spread, the lips of her hot cunt dripping with nectar and saliva, the bobbing ass and the tight brown ring nestled in her crack. He wondered if she had ever had anal before, then decided if not, he was going to teach her. He had noticed that Tiffany had left a little tube of Pjur Eros Gel on the side table and he quickly grabbed it. He squeezed a large dollop on his re-energised cock and greased himself up. Then stepping behind the busy Gwen, he squeezed another large dollop down her crack and spread around with his fingers, making sure to grease up her tight back door. As Kasey shuddered with the aftereffects of her orgasm beneath her, Gwen pressed her ass against Dylan's greasy probing fingers, as if giving him the go-ahead. So this girl was no virgin to anal sex. He smiled as he lined his cockhead up with her rear hole, he bet it would feel like she was when he got up in there. He gently pushed his hips forward, listening to her deep groan as he started the initial penetration. Her slick anus stretched around and over the large mushroom head as inch after inch of his thick shaft was buried in her ass up to his balls.

"Uhhggh!...God!..." came her whine as he hilted in her ass. 

"Ohhhh yeaahhh..." Dylan moaned as he slowly pulled out and slid back in. Her anal canal was so tight that it felt like she was peeling the skin from his thrusting cock as he sheathed himself in her as deep as he could go. Grabbing her hips, Dylan had to hang on for dear life as Gwen's sweet ass went into overdrive. Her hips started churning as her blazing hot asshole began to move up and down his staff in rthym with his thrusts. His shaft glided easily in and out of the tight sleeve of her rectum as they worked together. Dylan had really picked up the pace now as he was thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out of her tight rear hole.

"Oh God!" she moaned, her rectum flexing around his thick cock as he thrust into her. "Ohhhh ffffuck!! Don't stop! Deeper!" Gwen was in heaven as Dylan's long thick prick sailed up into her bowels. She loved fucking this handsome stranger, his cock provided her with sexual satisfaction that no one had ever matched. His ability to just keep fucking and fucking was unbelievable and so thrilling. He thrust over and over, his cock slipping past the slippery snug ring of her anus and deep into her belly. She felt like he was thrusting into her stomach and coming out her throat he was so deep inside her. 

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhooo! Jeeeeesssuuuusss!! DYLAN, FUCK ME!!!" she cried as he drilled into her. Her entire body was shaking and quaking as he drove his shaft in and out of her ass as fast as he could go using his entire 9 inches. A loud slurping noise filled the room as he fucked her well-stretched asshole. Her ass started to squeeze his hard charging dick as he plowed inside of her, her muscles convulsing and rippling as another orgasm overtook her body. Her head was down, blond hair spilling onto the bouncing bed, her hips and ass rolling and tossing as she tried to get more cock inside her, her large breasts swinging and bouncing with every move. Suddenly, the pressure inside her cunt exploded sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

"OH GOD! OH GOD! UUUURRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!" Gwen screamed as the climax hit her like a ton of bricks. The shockwaves coursing through her nervous system and still Dylan plunged into her clutching ass again and again. He was in the zone, he felt like he could fuck forever. He had already cum 4 times that day and he was still hard. Twice with Tiffany, once with Gwen and once into Kasey, but his cock still felt like an iron rod as he plugged way at Gwen's amazing ass. The sheer amount of willing pussy that was around was driving him to new levels of horniness and stamina.

Kasey took this moment to slide under Gwen's passion-racked body in a 69 position and start to lick her dripping snatch. This drove Gwen even higher as Kasey licked and sucked her pussy lips and throbbing clit. Plus she reached up and started to tweak and pull on Gwen's sensitive nipples. With Dylan's thick long cock continuing to spear into her molten inner depths again and again, Gwen's overloaded senses exploded again as her two lovers feasted on her lust filled body. 

"OHHH SHIT!!! OH GOD!!! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" She wailed with pleasure as her second consecutive orgasm hit her, her rippling muscles pulling and grabbing at his thrusting cock while her cunt leaked like a sieve into Kasey's eagerly awaiting mouth and tongue. 

Gwen's asshole, clenched tight, was now not so much a sleeve that he effortlessly drilled into, but a tunnel of stone that he had to blast open again with each thrust. Dylan was trying to get his rocks off in spectacular fashion as he plowed into her willing body again and again. Gwen's body was shaking and quivering from the onslaught of Kasey's tongue and his probing cock. He watched with pleasure as her toes began to curl, her calf muscles shaking and straining, the muscles in her arms strained and bulged as her next orgasm swiftly approached. He watched as his cock fucked her ass, burying itself deep inside on each thrust. She was so tight. The pressure on his cock was unbearable, as he slammed into her harder and faster. Her breathing became faster, and her mouth hung open. She was going to cum. Gwen stiffened and bucked up against him, and her fingers dug into the bed gripping hard. 

"AAAHHH!...GA!!! AHH!-AHH!-AHH!-AHH!-AHHHHH!" She screamed in a piercing shriek as her whole body shook with orgasm. They bucked together in a wild, uncontrollably frenzy as he felt her anus clamp down on his cock. Her bouncing ass just kept milking the length of his still thrusting cock. Kasey was drowning from all the girl juice flowing from Gwen's leaking pussy. Shaking and convulsing from the power of her orgasm. Gwen begged to be released.

"Oh god... DYLAN ... aaahhhhh... I think... ooooohhhhh... oh god... I can't take it anymore... mmmppphhh... no more ... no more... uuhh... uuhh..." Dylan's climax was still just a distant thought, and he was not going to stop fucking this incredibly hot coed now. Reaching under her, he grab her big full tits in both hands and pulled her tight to his thrusting body. He grunted in her ear as he continued to plunder her rear canal again and again. 

"You have one more in you, baby, and we're going to find it together." This just increased the intensity of her orgasm. With his hips thrusting, he fucked her harder and faster as she screamed and thrashed about below him. Kasey had three fingers stuffed up Gwen's steamy fuck hole, and her lips clamped firmly on her rock hard clit. While she crewed and licked Gwen's love button, she pumped her fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. 

"MMMMmmmmm. oooohhhhhh. God yes. eeeerrrrr. AAAAHHHH. UUUUNNNGGGHHH. OOOOOHHHHHH."

Gwen was totally out of control as Kasey and he worked her pussy and ass. Her juices were pouring out into Kasey's mouth, and Dylan could feel her tight ass muscles grab at his cock as it slid in and out of her. She kept cumming and cumming as her two lovers would not let her rest. Dylan could feel the beginnings of his cum as his swinging balls bounced off her up turned cunt. The pressure was building in Gwen's pussy and stomach, she was on the verge of another huge final orgasm. With Dylan hammering his cock into her ass, and Kasey's tongue and fingers digging deeper and deeper into her smoking hot cunt, Gwen feared that she might die from this final big climax. A loud whap, whap, whap sound filled the room as the lovers bodies thrashed and smacked together in their sweaty union. 

"OH, YEAH, YEAH, OHMYGOD!" Gwen screamed as all nine inches up were driven up her straining rear hole. Her ass was on fire as his thick monster reamed her tight hole with continuous strokes. Holding on to her perfect knockers, Dylan grunted and groaned as he plowed his big tool in and out of her battered ass. He felt the first tinges of his own climax building up. Again and again he drove full force into her bowels as her asshole gripped and pulled at his shaft. Her ass was moving up and down and all around as she tried to skew herself on his thick man meat each time. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he could feel her ass start a series of spasms that almost yanked his cock off. She was cumming and it was huge!

"OH MY GOD. I'M GONNA CUM. UUNNNNGGGHHH. AAAAAHHHHHH. UUURRRRGGHH!!."

He continued to pulled out and pushed in again as her orgasm overtook her, hammering away at this whimpering, bucking cock whore. He felt fantastic. He felt incredible. He felt like he could fuck this girl and every girl in this dorm for hours on end, and never cum. He felt like a God. Then suddenly, his bubble burst when he felt Kasey's finger worm it way up his rear chute and massage his prostate gland. With the combination of Gwen's rippling ass muscles and Kasey's massaging finger, his body betrayed him and began to cum in buckets. Throwing back his head, he screamed as he unloaded his cannon, firing shot after shot of lava hot jizz into her bowels. He completely painted her insides white as jism fired from his lunging cockhead. The intensity of his climax made his eyes rolled back in his head as he sprayed her warm ass with wad after wad of his heavy cum. Gwen was still screaming and clawing at the bed as her orgasm continued on and on with Kasey's fingers and tongue extending it. Finally crying out to stop, Gwen collapsed on the bed exhausted and the others followed her down. Dylan's still sputtering cock was still lodged balls deep inside her twitching ass. Breathing hard and hearts pounding, they lay there covered in sweat, pussy juice and cum and drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Several hours later, a rap song blasted through Dylan's exhausted brain. He felt Gwen get up and reach for her bag. Pulling her cell phone out, he heard her say, "Shit!"

"Hey baby, what's up?" Gwen said answering the phone.

"I know, it is late, but I was studying with my new friend Kasey, and we fell asleep," she said answering a rebuke. 

"Look, I am sorry, but we just fell asleep... No, I am going to stay here tonight... I will talk to you in the morning... Nite baby." She threw the phone on the other bed, and stretched out her tired body. Dylan stared at her excellent form as she was backlight by the light from the bathroom door. She saw him looking at her with sleepy eyes and she quickly jumped back into bed, her big tits bouncing. Snuggling against him, she whispered so she did not wake the sleeping Kasey, "That is a bad thing to do, lie to your boyfriend. But he just can't fuck like you do. You are amazing. I have never cum so much. Hey, when is your first class in the morning?" 

"At nine," Dylan answered in a husky voice. 

"Great, mine is at eight. That means you and I get an early start." With that, she ran her hand down to his cock and pumped it a few strokes. When it started to react to her hand and begin to fill with blood, she took her hand away and kissed him on the cheek. "Save it for the morning, you stud. Goodnight." 

As she curled up against him and Kasey, Dylan's last thought before he drifted off to sleep was, "I should have come to Texas a long time ago!"



Going Back To School Day 03



He pulled out of her slowly leaving an emptiness inside her that brought a moan of disappointment from her. He moved the tired girl over to the bed with her supplies on it. He had noticed a bottle of lube with her toys. He was now going to fulfill one of his fantasies he'd had since he first saw her. He was going to fuck her in the ass. Placing her on all fours, he picked up the lube and poured some of it on his fingers. He began to run his hand up and down from her asshole to her dripping wet slit. Using both the lube and her own juices, he coated her asshole with as much lubrication as he could. Tiffany groaned the entire time and rolled her ass pushing against his fingers. "Ooooh," she gasped. Then coating his own thick pulsing cock, he positioned his huge prick at the entrance to her rear channel. Her anus pulsed slightly open as he pushed against her opening. Slowly, quarter inch by quarter inch, he pushed his crown into her tight ass. She responded with muffled moans and sighs as he fed her his cock. 

"Aaaiiiiieee! Oh FUCK! Oh, damn, it's so tight!" She groaned. Her anal passage was gripping his shaft like a vise. Slowly, he thrust his hips forward. Tiffany trembled frantically as inch after thick inch slid into her humid rear hole. After five minutes of slow, but forceful pushing and nudging, Dylan was hilted in her back orifice. He reached under and grabbed her big swinging tits in both his hands. Squeezing and realizing that they were real just filled him with blood lust. He withdrew a couple of inches, and began to thrust into her intestines, going faster with each stroke. With all 9 inches plunging up her chute, Tiffany became delirious with lust. 

"OH, YEAH, YEAH, OHMYGOD!" Tiffany screamed as he pile-drove his rock-solid shaft up her straining rear hole. She thrashed her body sideways as he slammed his lunging rod in and out at a steady pace, speeding up when her moans became more intense. Her ass was on fire as his thick monster reamed her tight hole with continuous strokes. Holding on to her perfect knockers with all he was worth, Dylan grunted and groaned as he plowed his big tool in and out of her battered ass for ten minutes. By the end of it, she was a whimpering mass of melted flesh from the constant pressure that was building inside her cunt and asshole. She had experienced a series of small orgasms as he slammed into again and again but she had no idea the giant orgasm that was going to rock her world in just a few moments. He grabbed her short hair in his hand and thrust deep into her now wide open asshole, his stomach bouncing off her perfect butt cheeks. Suddenly, her ass channel clamped down on his thick cock as wave after wave of orgasmic convulsions shook her frame. As her climax grew, girl juice came pouring out of her cunt hole as the mammoth explosion coursed through her body. 

SSShhhit! UUUWWW, OOOHH, YYEEAAHH, MGGHH!" Her words were incomprehensible, her screams growing louder and louder. Her asshole was gripping and pulling at his shaft as he sank to the hairs on each thrust. Her ass was moving up and down and all around as she tried to skew herself on his thick man meat each time. He felt the first tinges of his own climax build up in his balls. Again and again he drove full force into her bowels seeking his own climax with his steel-tempered rod. Then it was there as sudden as flipping a switch.

"Uuuuh, here it comes!" He screamed as he unloaded his cannon, firing shot after shot of creamy seed deep inside Tiffany's heated ass. Filling her ass until jizz gushed out of her ass as the voluminous load filled her up completely. The strength of his orgasm nearly made his knees buckle. His eyes rolled back in my head as he sprayed her warm ass with wad after wad of his heavy cum. He kept her ass in place has he thrust into her tired body seeking to extend the amazing rippling sensations of her plundered ass. Her ass and thighs were covered and dripping a mixture of cum and girl cum that flowed down her inner legs and pooled on the bed. Finally they collapsed together in a heap on the bed. Breathing hard and hearts pounding, they lay there covered in sweat, pussy juice and cum. 

After several minutes, an exhausted Dylan got up and went into the bathroom. He got a drink of water and washed the scum and cum off his slowly recovering dick. He was not done with the teasing little sex bomb, and he need to be clean for what he had planned. He walked back into his room, and saw Tiffany had rolled on her back and was rubbing her clit at a feverous pace. Jesus, he thought to himself, this is one hot piece of pussy. Her eyes were closed tightly as she rolled the hot little nub between her fingers and using her other hand pushed two fingers up her cunt. 

Dylan stood for a minute watching the horny coed bring herself off. She was rubbing at a frantic pace now and driving her fingers deeper and deeper into her hot cunt. "Uhhn... uhhn... uhhn," she groaned each time her fingers filled her cunt. Her ass started to leap off the bed as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. With fingers flying and ass churning, Tiffany brought herself off with a powerful orgasm that ripped thru her body. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed as her cum hit hard. The orgasm kept going as she continued to rub and thrust her fingers. Finally, she collapsed on the bed with a big sigh. Dylan was impressed by the sheer amount of sex that this young girl needed. She was one of the horniest women he had ever met. It seemed that her entire purpose was to fuck. Well, as always the gentleman and willing to help a lady out, he crossed the bed and knelt between her wide-spread legs, his thick cock completely recovered, swayed only inches from her smoking crotch. Tiffany felt his weight on the bed and opened her eyes in a hazy, dream state. She slowly took in Dylan and moved her gaze down his body toward his prick. When she saw his giant cock at full mast again she was really shocked. The boys that she went out with did not have that kind of staying power, especially given the fact that he had just fucked her cunt and ass so marvelously. "Oh my, you are still hard?"

"Yes, and we have only completed half the around the world. So here we go." Grasping his large organ in his hand, he placed the fat mushroom head against the swollen, quivering lips of her soggy vagina. Running the head up and down her slick wet lips he coated the long shaft with her juices. Then he pressed against her hole and watched as the head of his cock slowly parted the lips of Tiffany's pussy. She closed her eyes, moaning as she felt herself stretched wide, "Ohhhhh!" she sighed, "...so big..." They both watched in fascination as his big thick prick slipped into her waiting cunt. His penis seemed to take forever sliding into her. Just when it seemed like he was done entering her, he just kept going. 

"Oh, God, oh, God. You're so big!" She lifted her legs so more of the monster cock could slip into her. "Ohh, Mr. James your cock is so good, I need it so much."

Dylan felt the end of his prick bottom out into her cunt. He leaned over her pressing his hard body into her, mashing her large tits against his chest. . He kissed her on the mouth, and her tongue shot far inside his mouth, her hands were all over his back, ass, and neck. Her legs were wide apart waving in the air over his back. She was all his. He withdrew his eager cock until just the tip was inside her pussy, then he again thrust it back into her soaking passage. Tiffany grunted as the giant rod plunged into her hot cunt. In seconds Dylan was fucking her with long powerful strokes as he drove his nine inches of thick meat in and out. Tiffany groaned and grunted with every stroke. She had never been fucked like this before. This man was a machine, he just kept plunging into her wet cunt at different speeds and different lengths, touching all parts of her womb. As Dylan's dick drove in and out of her flooded channel, all she could feel was a growing sense of pure lust for this part-time teacher and his massive cock. Tiffany began lifting her ass off the bed to meet his driving cock. Soon they were thrusting at each other with a fury.

"Mr. James, do it, baby. Push it in me, honey. Push it deep. Ohh, fuck me, ohh fuck me hard!" She groaned as he slammed into again and again. He was sliding in and out of her at a steady pace, holding himself up on his arms and looking down on her as she moaned. Her perfect tits bounced up and down as he fucked her faster and faster. 

"You can call me Dylan, considering what we are doing," he said smiling as he pulled out again almost all the way, watching her cunt lips wrapped tightly around his thick cock, and then he slammed back into her again. "UNH!" she cried again, her tits bouncing from the force.

"Oh! Unh! Unh! Oh! Unh! Unh!" she repeated as like a mantra as he drilled his rock hard prick into her famished pussy over and over. He was fucking her as hard as he could, plowing into her womb as her legs flailed behind him helplessly. The pressure was building in her cunt. She felt the orgasm start in her belly and was surprised by the intensity of the feeling. "Fuck me!" Tiffany continued moaning, as she worked her hips up and down. She used her cunt muscles like a vise, squeezing the velvet channel powerfully around the swollen length of Dylan's pistoning cock. "'Fuck me ... fuck me ...I'm going to cum... soon... soon/"

Her body was shaking, and her heart pounded. She had never been fucked by such a big dick that was used it so well! She stretched her legs out behind his thrusting ass as she started to lose all control. She could feel the inside of her pussy squeezing and gripping as his cock plummeted her over-matched cunt. Dylan was merciless. Holding himself up on his strong arms, he was looking down at her and fucking her for all he was worth. He showed no mercy as he rammed his monster into her as hard as possible sending her over the top.

"OH GOD!" she cried as his long rod pierced her needy cunt over and over. He watched her tits bouncing violently as he pour the cock to her, and her eyes clenching shut as she came and came and came.

"OHHHHHHHH...MMMMYYY... GODDDDD!" She wailed. Tiffany felt the flood rush down her passage. She felt the liquid gush from her to soak her new lover's dick and balls. She was cumming in buckets and still he continued to thrust into her hot channel. Looking down between their thrashing bodies, Dylan's massive cock appeared swollen and huge as he drove continuously between the lips of her quivering pussy. At the base of his belly he could see the thick wedge of his pounding cock, moving in and out of her gushing, creaming cunt. His belly, balls, and thighs was coated with the sloppy discharge of her sexual ex¬citement, and his large balls were slapping dully between her open thighs.

"Your cock, Dylan!! God, your wonderful cock!" she moaned, almost incoherent in her passion. "OH, FUCK ME!!" Without losing a single stroke with his cock as it moved in and out of her hungry pussy, he grabbed her legs and threw them over his muscular shoulders so that her body was almost bent in half. Her calves rested against his chest, and her feet flailed helplessly in the air as he thrust into her climaxing cunt over and over. At this new angle, he seemed to be even deeper as his thick, long cock stretched her to the limit! He pulled back out of her nearly all the way, and then rammed his manhood back inside her hard.

For five minutes, he slammed 9 inches of rock hard prick deep into her body. He felt so good as his thick staff glided in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Her ass was bouncing off the bed, meeting his thrusts. She was gasping for breath as she hurtled towards orgasm. Tiffany continued to meet his driving cock strokes as he filled her passage with his massive meaty cock. The pressure was growing stronger and stronger with each thrust of his cock as he buried it deep in her throbbing twitching pussy.

"UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! ... ... OHH... ... OHHHHHH!" she screamed cumming. Her toes were curling, her heart was pounding, and that huge cock just would not stop jackhammering into her. She thought she would pass out from the sensation.

Dylan pushed her even further as he grabbed each of her ankles, holding them, pushing her legs up even higher until her knees were either side of her bouncing heaving breasts. He was driving straight down into her cunt now, and she was openly greeting the stab of driving cock. He leaned over her, pressing her body into an S-¬shape. Her cunt was inches away from her open, moaning mouth, and the smell of oozing pussy filled the air. Dylan's cock was hammering deeply in and out of her cunt, driving it in until it could go no further; then he pulled it out until only his great mushroom shaped head was left inside of her melting twat. Then he thrust it down into her wet pussy canal and bottomed out inside her battered cervix. In and out, in and out, his cock thundered into her dripping cunt as he pressed belly against belly, cock against cunt. He could see the lips of her wet and juicy pussy as they quivered around the base of his thrusting cock. He knew that Tiffany was very close to cumming again, but he lost count of how many times that had already happened.

"Now, baby. . . NOW!" she screamed. As the lips of her cunt tightened around his thrusting cock, he grunted and continued drilling deeply into her. Her cunt began to climb hungrily around the length of his plunging cock. Each time he drove his hard rod all the way into her, he could feel the hard nub of her clit rub against his heaving belly. 

"Oh, God!" she screamed. "FUCK ME, DYLAN, I'M CUMMING!" As he speared into her cunt, Tiffany suddenly opened her eyes. She stared with wild disbelief between her widely parted thighs, looking up at the swollen softness of her own cumming cunt. It was suspended in the air, just inches above her face. Her jaw fell slack, and her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the in¬credible sight of herself getting fucked.

"Oh, God" Tiffany moaned. The color had drained from her face, she seemed in pain from cumming so powerfully. "Oh ... oh ... oh!" Dylan's hips worked like a piston, driving the shaft of his cock deep into the channel of her cunt. Tiffany thrashed wildly, kicking her feet on either side of his head. Her cunt was a rippling vise around the thrusting staff on his hammering cock. There were tears in her eyes as she ground herself against him, greedily trying to bring herself to yet an¬other orgasm. She clawed her breasts, digging her fin¬gernails into the tender mounds until her knuck¬les were white, and there were red marks on her swollen breasts.

"Oh, God, " she cried. "I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!"

At the height of this new orgasm, Dylan pulled out of her gushing cunt and flipped around her so that his face was now in her creaming cunt, and his throbbing cock was hovering just above her open mouth. A totally surprised Tiffany had no clue what was happening. One moment she is the midst of a mind blowing orgasm and the next she is being pulled into a new position. Dylan pushed his painfully swollen shaft into her open mouth and thrust his cunt drenched cock in her throat. He felt the head of his dick go past the opening of her throat and slide deep into her throat. Tiffany grabbed at his thighs and pushed against him as he thrust into her airway time and time again. His staff was leaking thick gobs of pre-cum that spilled from her wide stretched lips. "This is called skull -- fucking," Dylan wheezed as the gagging sensation in her throat about had him off. 

He buried his face in her dripping pussy. He slid his long tongue inside her juicing pussy, swirling it around the walls of her sensitive cunt. He gathered her flowing juices on his tongue as she squirmed below him. Dylan licked from the top of her inverted cunt to the bottom, savoring the taste of this woman's juices! He swirled his tongue around the plundered hole of her ass, tasting himself and sending her into convulsions. He gripped her ass in his hands, holding the cheeks tightly as he forced her flooded pussy up to his face. He sucked her wet cunt lips into his mouth, trapping them there as he ran his tongue up and down them. Her vagina was buzzing uncontrollably as he licked all over her sensitive slit. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching

"Mmmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmm," was all that she could manage as Dylan thrust into her throat again and again. Wet gurgling and gulping sounds came from her throat as Dylan thrust deeper and deeper, his thick nine inches disappearing into her wide stretched mouth. With his big dick buried to the hilt in her throat, he captured her clitoris with his lips and began to lick her burning nub furiously. Tiffany's hips began to bounce up and down as her crotch writhed against his face. His flicking tongue was driving her crazy as he licked at her buzzing clit. He was just adding fuel to her already powerful orgasms causing her to buck and jump under him in constant desire while he plunged into her mouth and throat. Dylan squeezed her ass cheeks harder, releasing her cunt lips and plunged his tongue back deep into her hole. He could tell by the way she was franticly rubbing her crotch in his face that she was close. 

Her lips strained to wrap around the width of his massive prick, his heavy balls battering her face and nose, and her mouth framed by his dark pubic hair. The large head lurched deep in her throat and a shot of pre-cum squirted out and went right down her throat. The swallowing sensation almost made him cum right then. Dylan looked quickly down at her toys bouncing on the bed from their urgent fucking. Seeing a small silver vibrator, he grabbed it and turned it on. At the same time that he clamped his teeth onto her throbbing clit and sucked, he slid the buzzing little silver vibrator into her gaping asshole. Tiffany exploded in another massive orgasm thrusting her yearning cunt against his tongue and face. Her ass going to overdrive from the sensations that were over-whelming her clit and ass. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMMM...MMMMMMMMMM," she screamed as her cries were muffled by his plunging cock. She bucked and leaped and jumped beneath him as wave after wave of climax surged through her. Spurt after spurt of girl cum shot from her pouring hole covering his face and ran down her ass crack and across her stomach and tits in streams. Holding tightly to her bouncing ass, he feasted on her overflowing cunt as he savagely thrust into her throat again and again. He thrust into her tight throat, pushing his long cock all the way in, then rolling his hips as he used her mouth like a cunt. As he drilled into her head over and over, Dylan began to cum. Thick, hot ropes of sperm shot down the length of his throbbing cock as he began to pump the sticky, rich fluid into the molten depths of her body. The sperm exploded into her throat like a volcano, gushing out forcefully as he pushed against Tiffany's mouth with his belly as she tried to push away from the burning flood that poured down her throat. After the first three wet throbs of his spunk splashed down her open throat, Dylan pull the shaft of his cock out until only the head was in her mouth. He could feel her tongue begin to nurse his cock as she swallowed greedily the remaining shots of cum that pour into her mouth. 

"Oh, God, yes..." Dylan moaned as colors flashed before his eyes from the intense orgasm he had. It had so consumed his entire body that he could barely breathe. Dylan's balls were emptying, and he could feel his whole body draining as his exploding cock fired round after round of cum deep into her powerfully clutching maw. Tiffany moaned delirious around his spewing member trying to suck out the thick hot richness of his sperm as her pussy continued to detonate and quiver from his continuous licking tongue. Both her hands flew up and down the length of his cum and saliva coated monster as she sought more of his seemingly unlimited supply of scrumptious man juice. Shot after shot of hot jizz poured down into her ravenous mouth and down her gullet as her fiery but exhausted cunt twitched and tugged at his spearing tongue. The entire time the buzzing little vibrator continued to pulsate in her violated asshole. Her body gave one last great heave against his gluttonous mouth as her over-loaded pleasure centers just blew up sending her over the top and into oblivion. She slumped into a stupor as her smoldering twat continued to spasm and the last of Dylan's cum fired into her open mouth. 




Going Back To School Day 03



Finally, he lifted his face from her completely fatigued pussy covered in her tasty juices. He moved them so they could both collapse exhausted on the bed. He turned the vibrator off but left half of it sticking out of her ass. For a long while they just lay next to each other in a lazy 69 position, breathing heavily. "That was around the world. How did you like it?" He finally asked. 

"When can we do it again," came her exhausted reply. As his cock slowly deflated, he smiled to himself thinking, "I really like being back at college," as he drifted off to sleep.



Going Back to Work



This Chapter 2 of Alison and James. you should go back and read chapter 1 "leaving work can be fun" If haven't already.

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Alison Carr sat semi breathless in her suede recliner, her mind still racing about what all just happened as she watched her son's friend Carl and his girlfriend Rebecca dress and leave her home. James kissed his girlfriend deeply as she exited out the door then bumped knuckles with his friend as he left as well. James slowly shut the big oak door and locked it, as he let out a long sigh and turned to walk over to his mom.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he placed his hand on hers. Her body still shaking her pulse still racing. James quietly stood next to his mom rubbing her hand waiting for her response.

"I'm not sure, I am not even sure what all just happened here." She spoke softly smiling as she shook her head back and fourth in a bit of disbelief. 

"Well mom you walked in on something me and Becca have been into for awhile now, we really like to experiment like that."

"So you like to play with men?" 

"Well yeah sometimes when I am in a 3 some I will, it is something that a lot of us guys on the football team at least try."

"wow, I didn't even have a clue."

"Well its not like I advertised it." James laughed as he lowered himself to his knees. Caressing his mom's stocking covered leg as he looked into her eyes. "you do realize your still nude right?"

"Ah well no actually my clothes have been the last thing on my mind." Alison's face turned a small shade of red as she instinctively tried to cover up her breasts. "Well I guess it's a little late for covering up huh?" 

"Yeah I would assume we past that stage a little while ago." Her son ran his hand up his moms tan thigh, rubbing it back and fourth going up a little further each time. James cock ached so bad from all the sex he had been having all day long. But seeing his naked mother sitting there was hard to ignore, his cock began to stiffen as his mind also raced. 

"Mmmm, baby that is beginning to feel good." Alison sighed deeply as she laid her head back on the chair and her closed legs parted a little bit more.

James took this as a sign to go for it, he pushed her legs apart and moved his head between them. He kissed her smooth waxed pussy. Slowly opening her pussy lips running his tongue against her still swollen clit, sucking lightly on it. He could taste his cum still in her as he sucked on her clit. 

"Oh god baby that feels so damn good." She moaned as her eyes rolled back some, as she bit her lip. Her back arched and her legs quivered as his tongue slide in and out of her well fucked hole. Her legs wrapped a little around his neck getting somewhat tighter and tighter with ever flick of his tongue. 

James takes his right hand and slaps his mothers pussy., making her legs release their grip on is neck. As he continues to fuck her pussy with his tongue. He pushes her legs further and further apart laying them across the armrests of the chair. "You don't want me to stop do you?"

"Mmm no baby please don't stop." she said as she pinches her own nipples and squeezed her breasts together. "I'll be good I promise."

James licked and sucked his mothers pussy till she was dripping wet. Her moans went from being word to plain inaudible noises. James stand up holding his hard aching dick in his hand, he grabs his mother by her long brown locks and pulls her face to his cock. James groans hard as his moms lips swallowed his cock, as her mouth slides up and down his shaft her hands begin massaging his balls. "Oh fuck yes!" James begins grunting harder as his mom's experienced lips are working his cock in such an amazing way. His hands slowly wrapping up in her hair. 

Alison's mouth gaped wide to accommodate her sons big thick cock. She slides her mouth up and down slowly making a point to gag herself every time her mouth goes up and down. Saliva pours out the sides on her mouth as her faded red lipstick covered lips squeeze his shaft tightly. 

James smiled as he looked down at his mom, she was sucking his cock like a whore. Her body spread out on the armrests of her chair. "Oh damn." He grunts out loud as he begins using her hair to fuck her face. His balls beginning to slap her chin with every stroke. His mom gagging hard as his cock begins pounding her mouth much the same way he pounded her pussy with it earlier.

Alison at first attempted to fight the face fucking, but her son's powerful arms just forced her head back and fourth. "I haven't felt this slutty since I was in High school." she thought to herself as her son pulled his cock from her mouth long enough to let her grab a few breaths and slap her face hard with his dick. 

His mom's saliva dripped from his 9inch long massively thick cock. Using his mom's hair he throws her from her chair and onto the floor. Alison laying on the floor face down ass up. Her son taking his hand and slapping it so hard against her bare ass cheek. Alison screams out in pain, as another slap lands on her cheek. Alison screams out again even louder as her son jerks her head back hard. Alison's mouth wide open as her screams are almost ear shattering. Her son abusing her curvy tan ass. 

"I can't take it baby." She cries out hoping for some measure of relief.

James smiles and gives his mom a slap on her face. "Oh you can take it cause you love it." James drops his grip on his mom's hair, her head drops down. But she makes no effort to move she lays there waiting for what her son may have in store for her next, as he positions himself behind her. James places one hand on each hip as his throbbing cock slides inside his mom's cunt. 

"FUCK!"

James begins thrusting in and out of his mom's pussy pulling all the way out till just his cock head is in then slamming all the way back in. His mom's screams just seemed to fuel his hunger to fuck his mom harder. Sweat pouring off James forehead as he groans making his moms pussy take his whole cock balls deep with every stroke. 

Alison screamed and moaned as her son pounded deeply into her. He began using her hair to get into her deeper. "Damn it James." She moaned loudly as she reaches another point of having multiple orgasms one after another. 

James can feel her pussy pouring out juices as his mom cums again and again. "Oh fuck!" James groans loudly as he pushes his cock all the way in his toes curl slightly and his eye clinch shut as he unloads inside his mom. Both their bodies collapse to the floor completely breathless laying there chests heaving. James rolls to his side looking his mother in the eye. "What did we need to talk about mom?" 

"Nothing baby." Alison barely raised her head off the floor to speak. Alison laid there enjoying a feeling she had not had in a long time of being completely satisfied. She watched her son grab his clothes off the floor and head off to his room. "Good night honey. I love you." She spoke as she slowly pulled herself up off the floor.

James and Alison both retired to bed following what had to be the wildest night they ever spent together. Alison tossed and turned all night as her dreams ran wild all night long. She woke herself up many times with her fingers deep inside herself. She sucked her fingers clean every time before rolling back over and trying to sleep. 

James slept a lot better then his mother that night. He had dreamed of a day like that since he first became sexually active. All his friends always told him how hot his mom was and how they would jerk off to images in their minds of her in the tiny bikini she always wore every summer. 

Alison finally just gave up on sleeping and decided to head into work a little earlier then normal, figuring it might be easier to just avoid discussing anything with James. "What the hell am I supposed to say to him." She laughed out loud to herself. She walked through the kitchen her clothes from the afternoon before still laid strewn about the room. She shakes her head as she scribbles a small note on the fridge telling James to have a good Saturday. 

As she drove to work she couldn't help but try to readjust the air vents in her car to blow some cool air on her moist hot cunt. "Oh my god, I am so hot." She purred to herself as she took the small drive to work. Her mind could barely even concentrate on driving all she could think about was how her son hurt her so badly last night and about how much she loved it. 

She pulled into her parking space at work and walked into her office. She could smell coffee already brewing as she walked past the few desks and into the big private office in the back of the room. Her Blonde assistant Carrie was already filing some contracts when Alison startled her dropping her briefcase on the floor.

"Oh sit Allie, you scared the shit out of me!" The tall leggy blonde jumped and grabbed at her chest. Her impressive perky 36D breasts raised and fell quickly.

"What the hell are you doing here this early?"

"Well last night we got several last minute calls for entertainers and I booked myself out for the night as well." 

"I knew we needed to hire more dancers." Alison collapses into her big leather chair leaning it back and laying her feet up on her desk.

"Well we are still getting a lot of requests for male strippers too, so we may want to address that sometime soon as well." Carrie stared intently at Alison seeing that her eyes looked very tired and that her body language screamed that something went on with her last night. "What is wrong with you Allie baby?" 

Alison knew hat Carrie suspected something she rarely used the term baby with her, except when she wanted information or knew something was up. "Why can't I hide anything from you?" Alison laughed as she shook her head. "I had an interesting night to say the least."

"Mmmm tell me baby what happened?" Carrie positioned herself in a small folding chair across from Alison.

"I had a little get together with a couple hot teenage studs." Alison spoke softly as her minded wandered back to the night before. As she wondered how much she should tell her friend about what happened. 

"Oh really any young stud that I may know?" Carrie pulling Alison's feet off the desk and slowly beginning to rub them. Caressing and kissing her toes.

"Carl." 

"Wow James best friend? Interesting!" Carries voice perked up almost hitting a high pitch at how hot it must have been to have Carl's big cock fucking Alison. "Who was the other?" Carrie opening her mouth sucking on each of Alison's toes.

"Oh the other? I don't know." 

Carrie nibbled hard on her boss's toes. "Don't you lie to me baby." 

"I can't say I am still a little confused about things."

"Oh Allie that sounds like you did something naughty." Carrie pushes her boss's legs apart as she lowers herself to her knees. She pushes up her tiny skirt exposing her boss's hot moist pussy. "Oh Allie your so fucking wet!" She spoke with great excitement in her voice, as she let her thumb begin working on the steaming hot clit of Alison. "I know this has to feel good baby." Carrie lowers her face to the parted pussy lips lightly blowing her hot breath on the swollen clit. 

Alison begins to moan softly as she writhes some in her chair. Her assistants beautiful face disappearing between her thighs. Alison stroked and caressed the long blonde locks of Carrie as her assistants tongue went to work on her dripping wet pussy. She almost screamed out as while the girls tongue was firmly pressed against the clit she immediately just pushed 3 fingers into her as well.

"Oh you were naughty, I got three in you without working you up to it." Carrie wiped her boss's pussy juice off her face as she exclaimed. She looked up at her boss while fucking her with all 3 fingers. She could see Alison had already removed her shirt and was playing with her own nipples. Carrie smiled at the sight and then pushed her 3 fingers all the way in and stopped holding them there deep inside Alison. "Now tell me what you did? Please Allie."

"It was James the other guy was my son!!" Screamed Alison as she try to buck her hips to keep Carries fingers fucking her. 

Carries eyes were as big as silver dollars as she lay on the floor her fingers still in her boss. "Your son? You slut!" 

Alison face had a look of total desperation on it as she was trying anything to get her assistants fingers to start working her pussy over again. She wiggled her hips back and fourth, her forehead covered in sweat she was already so close when Carrie had stopped. "Carrie please I need the relief."

"Mmmm it must have been a good night, I have never seen you beg before." Carrie pulls her fingers from the sopping wet pussy and stands before Alison. She places each one in her boss's mouth, making her suck them clean as she undressed herself. "Bend over the desk baby I will give you the relief a naughty slut like you needs."

Alison before the last 2 days rarely took sexual orders from anyone except a few of her clients, but in just the past days she had reached new levels of burning desires that she had never felt before. These levels put her in a near trance like state. She bent over the long black marble topped desk as she awaited what Carrie was going to do next.

Carrie opened the bottom drawer of the desk to find a huge variety of sex toys removing a nice big strap on dildo. She slide the harness up wiggling her tight tan ass a bit to get it on and snug. She walked behind her boss stroking the black piece of rubber. "Mmmm I love this big sexy ass." She spits on the dildo and strokes in slowly making sure to cover every inch of it before teasingly inserting just the head into Alison.

"Oh god yes!" 

Carrie smiled as she thought of all the times Alison had used this 7inch strap on dildo on her and how she had always wanted to return the favor. She pushed deliberately slow making sure Alison felt every single inch enter her. As the dildo went in as far as it could go she pulled it back out just as slow, with each stroke in and out she picked up just a little more speed. She could already feel Alison cumming on the hard piece of rubber with ever motion. She grabbed her boss's hips and began fucking her hard and fast with the strap on. "Come on bitch take it all."

Alison moaned as her body started building towards orgasm again, she had already came hard just from the insertion. As the assistant began to cuss and talk dirty to her it just added to the fire building up inside her body. 

"You little mommy whore. Fucking slut!" Carrie was relishing the moment she had her normally dominate boss writhing on the desk. Fucking her like a total whore. Carrie own pussy was dripping wet from looking at Alison and thinking about what it was like for her to fuck James. 

The 2 women were so caught up in their moment they never heard the door to the office unlock and open. James walked in slowly listening to the screams and moans. He had a bit of nervous energy build in his stomach much like his mom did the day before. But unlike his mother he doesn't bother hiding he walks straight into her office. "Oh my, I just noticed you had left your cell phone at home thought you might need it." 

The 2 women jumped upon hearing his voice. Carrie jerked the dildo out of her boss and spun around so fast she fell back into the big leather chair. Alison raised up and frantically looked for her shirt.

"Like I said last night mom not much since in covering up now."

Carrie could see the bulge in James shorts as she sat there holding her strap on cock. "I heard about what you did last night." She spoke soft and sexy as she looked him in the eyes and stroked her dildo.

"What all did you hear?"

"Enough to know you're a kinky little mother fucker."

Alison's face turned a shade of red as embarrassment washed over her. "I'm sorry baby I shouldn't have told her."

"It's okay mom really." James reassured his mom as he pulled his shirt off and peeled his shorts down. His 9inch cock sprang free from the shorts that were holding it down. He stood there looking over his mom and her assistant. "It looks like you 2 were having some fun, and I want in."

Carrie sat in her chair eyeing up and down the son of her boss. She knew from playing football he had to have a good body but she was blown away. All the muscles were so defined, his smile and eyes just seemed to light up the room. His long brown hair was even turning her on as she actually caught herself letting a little saliva drool out. She blinked her eyes and shook her head trying to bring herself back to reality. Her hand still stroking the pussy juice covered dildo.

James thought for a second and decided to surprise Carrie. He lowered himself to his knees and took the dildo in his mouth. He sucked on it hard giving it a blow job, tasting the familiar taste of his mom's pussy. 

Carrie thought to herself "Oh my god how kinky." As she stood up and took James hair in her hands to give him a little face fucking.

Alison sitting on her desk pulled Carrie's lips to hers so they could kiss. Their tongues swirled in each others mouths as they could hear the slurping sound of James sucking the dildo.

Alison pulled Carries ear to her mouth nibbling on the lobe as she whispered to her. Carrie pulls her head away and smiles and nods to her boss. She jerks James head up and down a few more strokes before pulling the dildo away from him. She hands in to her boss as she pulls James to his feet. 

"I want what you gave your momma baby." Carrie bent over the desk now showing James her ass as she reached under herself to spread her pussy lips wide open for him. 

Not needing a second invitation James went for it walking up behind Carrie and slamming the full girth of his cock straight into her so hard the desk actually moved.

"FUCK!" She screamed having not had a cock power slammed in her like that before. James strokes were fast hard and powerful. Carrie's pussy barely had the time to even stretch to accommodate the big cock. James pulled back on her hair making sure he was getting as deep as he could. Carries back arched as her screams were so loud. 

"How does it feel?" 

"Oh god Alison it feels like he is raping my pussy! I fucking love it!" Carrie's words trailed off and turned to moans as the young mans cock fucked her like a machine. 

Alison rifled threw her sex toys drawer removing a small strand of beads she drenched them in a some lube before sitting on the desk next to her assistant. She spread Carrie's firm tan ass wide her and her son stared into each others eyes as she slowly began popping bead after bead up her asshole. Sliding them in and out of her. 

Carrie was being fucked like a rag doll now her body shaking with an orgasm her arms waving about as she actually felt out of control of her own body. Papers and books fell to the floor with a loud thud, as James pounded her so deep and so hard. 

While the 2 were distracted with one another Alison slowly slid the harness up her legs and wiggle her curvy ass to get into it she lubed up her black strap on cock as she thought what to do with it. 

James felt his mother behind him as she placed a hand on each of his shoulder. Alison pushed a little on her sons muscular back making him bend over just a little. She then spread his butt cheeks with the dildo before sliding the head inside him. His body froze for a second as the shock of what his mom was doing was realized. James continued fucking Carrie but now with each stroke backwards he actually pushed the 7inch dildo deeper inside him. His face distorted a bit from the pleasure and a bit from the pain of the dildo, the harder he hammered Carrie the harder he was having to take it as well. 

Alison loved the sight of the dildo disappearing up her son's asshole. She did much like he had her the night before and started using his long brown hair to force it all the way in every stroke. She knew she had gone as deep as she could when she heard her son let out a massive roar almost. James body shook as the dildo was inside him so deep. His cock exploded inside Carrie flooding her pussy with cum. 




Going Back to Work



Carrie's body went limp as the hot cum filling her sent her over the edge too causing her to orgasm yet again. With James hands no longer holding her hips or hair she managed to slip off the desk and to the floor where she lay catching her breath quivering. 

Alison's continued fucking her son with the big dildo. She knew she could make him cum again from it as she reached around to play with his semi hard shaft. She vigorously pumped him as she stroked her strap on cock in and out of him. 

Her son grunted and groaned as he was loving it all so much. He felt Carrie raising up and taking his once again hard cock into her mouth. Carrie's tongue word up and down part of his shaft as his mom's hand worked the other part. 

"Cum on baby cum for momma again. Be momma's big boy."

Alison's words were driving James wild. The stimulation from so many sources was already getting him close to cumming again. "I'm gonna cum." He moaned out.

Carrie moved her mouth off his cock and started jerking it hard right into her own face. Soon massive rope like jets of white cum began flooding her face. Carrie was blown away at the sheer volume of his cum. 

Alison continued to pump her son's asshole till every drop of his load covered the hot blonde. She pulled the dildo the from his ass and slowly slid it off taking it in her hand she pushed it into Carries cum covered mouth. 

James having not had 2 massive cums like that in a long time fell over into the leather office chair and sat there for a second. He watched as Carrie sucked the dildo and his mom licked his cum from her face. 

With a mouthful of cum Alison looked at her son. "are you okay." 

"Yeah I just haven't had 2 that large that quickly together before." His sentence cut short by his mom kissing him with his cum in her mouth. Their tongues swirled together sharing the seed.

Carrie now sitting on the desk watched them kiss and embrace one another. "well now what do we do?" 

The 2 broke their lip lock and laughed at Carrie. "I don't know everything else is going to seem pretty boring today now isn't it."



Going Back



At which point, everyone around the table said, "they said, 'some assholes set a couch on fire,' and Dave said, 'yeah, I can't believe anyone would do that,' and the proctors never figured it out," before we all laughed, remembering that day at the end of sophomore year.

I noticed Vanessa running out of the tent, her phone to her ear, looking concerned, before I turned back to our conversation. Somehow, the couch on fire story brought me back, a little, to the joy of Reunions, and I found myself succumbing again to the power of nostalgia for a vaguely remembered past.

Later that night, I was about 5 beers into the party, standing away from the band, which was blasting away, and talking to a bunch of people, most of whom, I realized, I had never spoken with when we were in college. I was feeling pleasantly numb and relaxed, in a way that I rarely did, except at Reunions, where the beer flowed freely, and the atmosphere was conducive to carrying a nice buzz. About an hour before, I had noticed Vanessa, stalking away from the tent, again, with her phone to her ear, and I hoped that everything was O.K., and vaguely wondering why I cared. We had, in fact, spoken more today than we ever had when we were at school.

I looked over at the dance floor, which was packed. You could tell what class the dancers were from based on their costume, and it looked like we had a number of people from other classes who had chosen to leave their own party to dance to our band. I never danced—almost never, that was. A couple of times, over the years, after enough beers and enough asking by Maggie, I agreed to enter the fray, although lack of space and talent meant that what I did was hardly dancing. But the band was good—a cover band that played the music that was the common language of so many of my classmates.

Drinking and chatting, I refilled my plastic cup with our class logo on it again. I spoke with a few more people, catching up as best we could over the music, when I checked my watch, and was surprised that it was after 2 a.m. It was time to call it a night before I wasn't able to remember where my room was. Walking a little unsteadily towards the back of the courtyard, towards the wooden fence, I nodded at the campus security—I don't think they call them proctors anymore—and out of the party.

Even at that hour, there were loads of people, all in their orange and black finery, walking around, including kids and even some alums who were significantly older than me. Maybe there was some sort of fountain of youth in the beer. I walked toward the dorm I was staying in, a charmless building that I had never been into as a student, and turning into the small courtyard, I heard what sounded like sobbing. There was what appeared to be a woman, sitting on a bench under a dim light, and from her hunched shoulders, it seemed like she was crying. I walked over to see if I could help, and was shocked to see Vanessa, tears running down her face, makeup ruined, clutching her cellphone.

I flashed back to the last time I tried to help her in distress, all those years ago, and her arrogance and anger. It would have been easy for me to turn into the building and pass out on the small college bed rather than risk a repeat of that scene. But more than three decades later, we were all different people, and I felt like I had to do something for a classmate in pain.

Coming closer, I said, softly, "Vanessa, are you O.K.?"

She looked up at me, and I could see her temper flash, "No, David, I'm not O.K. Obviously."

A part of me wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, walk away and leave her with her problems and her attitude, but even in the partial light, I could see that she was hurting. Instead, I did something that I never could have done back in the day. I walked over and sat down next to her. And rather than get up, she moved closer to me and laid her head on my arm. We sat there as she sobbed a little more. I put my arm around her, to comfort her, and gently stroked her toned upper arm.

After a few minutes, I said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Vanessa paused, disengaged from my arm, and turned to face me. She was still beautiful, despite the years and the crying. Not the same beautiful from our undergrad years, but a mature, lived in beautiful. "Earlier today, my daughter Lily called me. She is home for the summer from college, and is working at the mall. She came home from work and found her father—my husband—fucking some woman. She called me right away."

I said nothing. Vanessa continued, and I could sense the anger growing in her voice. "The bastard called me a little while ago and tried the usual crap, 'she didn't mean anything, it was a mistake, blah blah blah,' but I pressed him, and he finally admitted that he had been screwing this woman—a drug company rep—for months. I told him that I expected that he would be gone by the time I come back on Sunday."

"I'm sorry," I said, because there really wasn't anything else to say.

"In reality, it is probably O.K.," she said. "Things have been bad with us for a while, but I honestly never suspected this. And for Lily to have to see it..." At that, she lurched and started crying again, and I put my arm out and she moved in. I let her sob against my chest for a while, and rubbed her back. Even through the reunions jacket, I could feel the tightness of her muscles and the bones of her spine.

When her crying jag ended, I asked, "Are you staying on-campus?"

"No, I'm at the Marriott on Route 1," she replied.

"Would you like me to walk you to your car?"

"I've had too much to drink," she responded. "I probably shouldn't drive."

"I'm staying here," I said, motioning to the dorm across the small courtyard. "I'd offer to drive you, but I'm in no condition, either. Maybe you should call a cab?"

She looked at me, as if assessing my character, her blue eyes flashing in the faint glow of the streetlights. "Can I stay in your room? I think I need company."

My stomach felt like it did the first time a girl I liked said something to me back in junior high. I tried to play it cool, though. "Don't you have a friend you can stay with?"

"I'd rather not have to explain this to someone else now. And we are friends, right?"

"Of course we are. Come with me," I said, standing up and taking her hand.

We entered the dorm and headed up the dingy stairs to the second floor. My heart was beating crazily, and not just from the walk up the stairs. Thirty years ago, this never would have happened, although I certainly dreamed of it. Somehow, I managed to get the door open, and I found myself alone in a dorm room with Vanessa Carson, but now what?

I reached into my suitcase and pulled out a t-shirt and turned to hand it to her. "The bathroom is next door. Here's a t-shirt if you would be more comfortable."

She took the shirt and smiled at me, the small lines around her eyes crinkling. She was still damn beautiful. "Thanks, David," she said, taking the shirt and turning toward the door, which I propped open with the garbage can as she went out.

I quickly disrobed, tossing my Reunions garb over one of the wood chairs, and threw on a t-shirt and thin athletic shorts. I grabbed my toothbrush and went to the men's room down the hall. Seeing myself in the mirror, I certainly looked more of my age than Vanessa did, but I had never been in her league. I was mostly bald, and a little paunchy, but Maggie was able to see past that, and loved me. As I brushed, I realized that this was not a date, or even a sexual situation. I was only helping out a friend, of sorts.

When I got back to the room, I could tell that Vanessa had returned, so I closed the door and turned out the light in the living room before walking into the small bedroom. I could hear her breathing in the dark, and I took out my phone so I could see where I was going. In the weak light from the screen, I could see Vanessa in the bottom bunk, on her side, facing the wall, under the thin blanket.

I started to climb up on the top bunk, realizing that I would have neither pillow nor blanket, but decided, under the circumstances, to just make it work up there. But I heard a quiet voice before I pulled myself up.

"David. Would you lay here with me? I really need to be held." I realized that she had been crying again.

What could I say to that offer? I squeezed next to her in the tiny bed, and it reminded me of when Maggie and I started dating, and I had a small bed that we shared. Of course, we ended up, eventually, with a king bed, and often laughed about how we had once made the small bed work, because, well, we had incentive.

Vanessa pressed her back against me, and I had no choice, considering the size of the bed, but to squeeze my lower arm under her. We spooned like this for a while, and I felt her breathe, and occasionally sob, when I realized that I was getting hard pressing against her firm ass. I was mortified, and tried to pull away, but she pressed back against me.

"It's O.K.," she whispered. "It's nice to know I can still have that effect on a man."

"Are you kidding?" I whispered back. "You are beautiful."

There was a pause, and I listened to her breathe. "Thank you, David. You are a true gentleman. I'm sorry we never met in college."

I decided not to tell her that we had, in fact, met before, and just enjoyed the feeling of a woman in my arms again. I thought about trying something, but decided it was not appropriate. Instead, I just allowed my mind to drift, hoping for sleep.

April 16, 1983 8:45 p.m.

Somehow, I had convinced Amy Kantor to come to my room. A year behind me in school, we had gone out a few times over the last month, and I liked her. And what was not to like? She was smart, of course, and pretty, and had great breasts, which I had briefly groped the previous weekend. I invited her over to watch some TV and drink some wine, which I desperately hoped would lead to sex.

I had cleared my roommates out, straightened up the place, showered, shaved and put on what passed for nice, casual clothing. I turned the TV on and sat on my bed, waiting. There was a knock on the door, and I opened it, happy to see Amy, wearing tight jeans and a top that displayed her truly impressive chest. That had to be a good sign, I figured.

She came in, kissed me briefly, and without hesitation came into my bedroom, tossed her purse on my desk and sat on the bed, because there was no place else to sit.

"Wine?" I asked, pointing to the bottle of not as cheap as usual red.

"Sure," she said, and I poured us glasses.

In the days before cable, there weren't a lot of choices, but we found a not terrible movie and sat, cuddling on the bed and drinking our wine. By about the halfway point of the movie and the bottle we were making out pretty seriously, and I had unsnapped Amy's bra and had my hand on her tit, feeling the hard nipple and soft flesh.

She did not resist as I removed her shirt and bra, and began to kiss her beautiful, full breasts. I was happy to hear her moaning with pleasure and press her hips against me, so I reached down to unbutton Amy's jeans. She lifted her ass off the bed, letting me pull down her jeans and panties, releasing an irresistible smell betraying her desire. I kissed my way down her soft belly, to the top of her full bush, and was pleased when Amy pressed gently on my head, making it clear what she wanted. And what she wanted, I was happy to give, although my experience in this area was not great, and a bit rusty. I buried my face into her wet folds, and licked and sucked as she bucked her hips against my face before ultimately yelling out and laughing. I guess that I had made her cum, and I was on the edge of doing so myself.

When she recovered, Amy said, "Come here," and she reached for my belt. I was too anxious to wait for her to fumble with it, and ripped my jeans and underwear off. As my throbbing cock approached the bed, Amy reached for it, and quickly stuck it into her warm mouth. Not surprisingly, it didn't take long before I whispered, "I'm almost ready," and she locked her lips around me and increased her speed, taking in my load when the inevitable happened.

I collapsed on the bed next to her, but we didn't stay there for long. I figured that it was time to start preparing to fuck her, but when I reached down to finger her pussy, she rolled away.

"That was great, Dave, but how about we go to the Street for a while, and pick this up this later?"

As much as I wanted to keep going right then, the idea of going out and being seen with Amy, having a few drinks, and then ending the night together was pretty good, too. So, we got off the bed, Amy took a slug of wine, and headed for the ladies room. I cleaned myself off and went to the men's room, washed my face, and returned to the room. I finished my wine while I waited for her to come back.

When she did, we left the room, we set out across campus, holding hands, heading to a party at her club, which was a few buildings past mine. As we walked down Prospect, I noticed a woman walking toward us in what looked like heels. As she came closer, I realized that it was Vanessa, in a skin tight, short dress that showed off her incredible legs, and her lithe body. My head snapped around as I watched her pass, and when it returned to the forward position, I realized that we had stopped walking. And Amy looked pissed, which I could see even in the weak street light.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What?" I said, unconvincingly.

"The way you stared at that girl."

"What?"

"You're not serious, are you? You almost got whiplash."

I stayed silent for a second, trying to figure out the response that would most probably lead to Amy still sleeping with me that night. "I thought that it was someone I knew," was what I came up with. It didn't work.

"Dave, after before, you do that?"

"Amy, I'm sorry."

She looked at me, as if I was an idiot. "You really have no idea how demeaning it is to me to see you stare at another woman when you are with me, do you?"

I stayed quiet, because there really was no good response.

Amy shook her head. "I hope the look was worth it, because you don't know what you just missed out on. But I'm glad that I learned what an immature loser you were before we went any further. Bye." She began to walk away.

I was a bit dumbfounded. I started after her, and yelled out her name, but without even turning around, she shot me the finger. I realized it was probably a waste of time to follow her, turned around and went back to my club for a beer or 6.

The next day, I sent her flowers, with an apology, but I never heard back, and when we passed each other on campus, she wouldn't even acknowledge my existence.

Saturday morning

I woke up and it took me a second to remember where I was, and who I was with. I lay there, unable to tell what time it was, because my watch was on my arm that was pinned under Vanessa. It was light out, but still quiet on campus. Being a man of my age, and having drunk more beer than usual, I really had to go to the bathroom. I gently extricated my arm from under the inert form next to me, checked my watch, noticing that it was just after 6 a.m., and tried to make it out of the room. I grabbed my phone and my keycard and padded out the door and down the hall to the men's room. After I entered, I realized that I needed to do more than just piss, so I settled in on the toilet, fired up the New York Times app to see what was going on in the world while I was back in the "orange bubble," and did what had to be done.

When I was finished, I returned to the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but when I opened the door, it was clear that Vanessa was gone. I sat in the room, wondering if she, too, had to address a call of nature, but eventually it became clear that she had bolted. No note. Nothing. At that point, I simply assumed that I was just a convenient shoulder to cry on, and a warm body to cuddle with for comfort. And that she was clearly embarrassed by having spent the night, even in a Platonic way, with me, someone who continued to be beneath her in the social strata.

I was determined not to let her bullshit ruin my weekend. I realized that I was actually pretty pleased that I was willing to let go of my grief and think about another woman, even if it was only a pipe dream. I was self-aware enough to understand that it was a good thing, a step in the right direction, even if I had been burned. I went back to the bathroom, showered and changed into the full Reunions finery. Saturday is P-Rade day, and although there was breakfast, morning activities and panels and lunch, the day revolved around the parade, until the evening parties cranked up again.

Despite the relatively early hour, a good number of my friends made it to breakfast. I guess when you are in your 50s, it becomes increasingly difficult to sleep late, especially in a strange, small and uncomfortable bed. I grabbed coffee and a bagel, and sat down with some friends. We made small talk and compared notes about the previous night. No one mentioned seeing me with Vanessa, and I didn't volunteer anything. We discussed what our morning plans were, and agreed to meet back for lunch before the P-Rade.

I finished breakfast and went off to a panel discussion about the entertainment industry, which I thought would be interesting, and also would let me see, relatively close up, one of our more famous and attractive alumnae who was on the panel.

The large classroom was impressive. It had clearly been renovated, but retained its charm. The old, dark wood chairs with the extended arm for use as a writing surface survived the update, and the windows were still stained glass. But there was a modern sound system, lights, computers, etc. The room was filled with an incredible mixture of ages, from children to recent alumni to octogenarians. And almost everyone was in some combination of orange and black. I scanned the room and saw a number of people in my class jacket, one of the more proudly garish, and I waved at a few people I knew.

The session was lively and interesting. As best I could tell, the actress looked great, and seemed to be enjoying her time at Reunions. Afterwards, we filed down the stairs, and I could hear people making small talk, cajoling their kids and making plans. It was beginning to get warm outside, as it so often was during the P-Rade, but luckily, it didn't look like it would rain.

As I walked back toward our class headquarters, fighting the heat and immersed in my own thoughts, I sensed someone gaining on me, and then I got a whiff of Vanessa's scent. I whipped my head around, and saw her, her long legs striding toward me, her body hidden by the jacket, hair covered by a straw hat. She smiled as she approached me, so I stopped walking.

"Hey," she said, a little breathlessly, briefly resting her right hand on my left upper arm.

"Hi," I replied.

"Sorry that I bolted this morning. I was feeling a little weird and a lot sweaty, and decided I needed to take a shower and change back at the hotel. And have a little time to myself."

"Sure," I said, "that makes sense."

She looked at the watch on her wrist. "Going to lunch?"

"Yep," I replied.

"Let's go," she responded, and started walking.

October 27, 1984, 10:45 p.m.

Halloween always seemed silly to me once I got too old to trick or treat. On the other hand, in college, it was as good an excuse as any to have a party, especially in the land of orange and black. I threw together something that could pass as a costume, and headed out. Even though most of the social life on campus revolved around the clubs and the Street, there were still parties in the dorm rooms, and Walt and I went to one in a part of campus that was a little unfamiliar to me.

It turned out to be mostly underclassmen, a few who I knew from my campus activities or the club, but not very well. But there was music, and beer, and weed, and it was fun. I spoke with a few people, and noticed a group of tall, mostly blonde people in one corner of the room. They ignored me, and I did the same.




Going Back



Eventually, somehow, I ended up sitting on a couch next to Kris, a very cute sophomore, and we were hitting it off, or so it seemed. We were talking, touching, flirting, I guess, and I thought that maybe my recent drought had a chance to end. I finished my beer, and asked Kris if she wanted another. She downed the rest of what was in her cup, and handed me the empty.

I walked to the keg, and waited my turn to fill the cups. My head was buzzing from the substances and the hope that something would materialize with Kris. While I was waiting, the door opened, and a couple of girls entered. I realized one was Vanessa, dressed like a cowgirl in tight jeans, a flannel shirt and fringed vest with the appropriate hat and boots, with her long blonde hair in braids, and I followed her with my eyes as she headed into the other room.

"Dude—your turn," the guy next to me, wearing a baseball uniform with a wet spot over the chest, said, handing me the hose.

"Thanks, man," I said lazily, beginning to pour the foamy golden liquid into the plastic cups. I weaved my way back into the living room, looked at the couch, and it was empty. No Kris.

My head spun around, and I didn't see her. Walt was nowhere to be found. And I could see Vanessa, in the blonde group, laughing about something. I walked around, not seeing Kris anywhere, or Walt. I made it back to the couch, still pathetically holding two beers. I asked Jim, who had been sitting on the floor near us, if he had seen Kris.

"Oh yeah. She left with her ex-boyfriend."

"Fuck," I thought to myself, but said, "Thanks. I guess she won't need the beer."

I started walking away, and as I passed the blond group, some guy taller than me reached out and said, "Hey, thanks for bringing me a brewski." He grabbed the extra beer from my hand, smiled and passed it to Vanessa, who took a slug.

I stood there, like an idiot, for a few seconds, before muttering, "Um, sure," taking a swig from my beer and heading out the door and back to my room.

A couple of weeks later, I walked by Kris as I headed to class, but she ostentatiously looked away and kept walking.

Saturday Afternoon Lunch

We walked back to the tent in silence. It didn't seem like Vanessa was going to give more of an explanation, and I wasn't sure that I was entitled to anything more. She needed a shoulder to cry on, and I fit the bill. Maybe we would be friendly going forward, but more likely, we would nod at each other when we passed on campus, say hello every few years at Reunions, and that would be that.

I saw my friends already gathered around a table and I walked over to stake a claim on the last seat available. I didn't want to miss spending time with my old friends to be Vanessa's whatever it was I was being. And as that thought crossed my mind, I realized that, maybe, I had actually grown up a little in the last three decades. Yet I can't deny that I did feel some sort of twinge in my gut when I saw Vanessa look back, see me sitting at the now full table, and look surprised, and maybe sad.

Sweat was pouring down my head under the hat, and down my back, but it didn't seem appropriate to take any of our costume off yet. We chatted, ate and reminisced, and I did try to steal the occasional look at where Vanessa ended up—at a table of much thinner and blonder people—but it did seem like she wasn't happy.

Eventually, it was time for the main event—the P-Rade. Everyone gathered up their family and friends and headed up toward Cannon Green. Back in the day, there were lots of little kids in our group, but now there were a few teenagers, in various stages of sullenness, and even a few college-aged children enjoying the spectacle.

We waited, wandering around to see classmates and friends from other classes, until the sounds of the band were heard. Soon, they were marching by us in their straw hats and orange and black plaid jackets, better for the cool afternoons of football season than the New Jersey heat of June, followed by the 25th Reunion class, in the place of honor, augmented by their families, more bands and floats. I found myself tearing up as I remembered our 25th, five years before, when I stood with my love, holding hands and watching the festivities, little expecting how everything would be changing.

The highlight of the P-Rade is probably the Old Guard—centenarians, nonagenarians and octogenarians and their wives, mostly in golf carts, but some slowly walking, often with a grandchild or great-grandchild, to the loud applause and occasional "locomotive" cheer. I remember once saying to Maggie that she'd be the one coming to Reunions after I was long dead. I was wrong, and not in the way that I wanted. But I held it together pretty well. Classes continued to walk by. Even the 50th had a nice turnout. Finally, it was time to join the parade, and start strolling through the younger alumni. The P-Rade gives you a chance to watch your future go past, and then march through your past, until you pass the graduating seniors, partying on a hill covered in beer cans, poised in that moment between potential and reality.

As we headed down Elm Drive and passed my old dorm, I realized that I was crying. And then I felt someone take my arm. Embarrassed, I turned to see who it was, and was surprised to see Vanessa's pretty face.

"Are you O.K.?"

I flashed back to my attempt to help her when she had been throwing up decades before, and to her tart response to my similar question the night before, and briefly thought about responding in kind. But that was never me, and I wasn't going to let it become me, no matter how much pain I felt. Instead, I wiped my eyes with my gaudy sleeve, turned and yelled, because you have to yell with all the noise, "No, not really. Thinking about Maggie, and how much she enjoyed this, even though she didn't go here. Thanks."

She smiled to show her support and held my arm as we walked through the increasingly younger and drunker alumni. A big, athletic looking guy dressed like a chef reached into my path and handed me a Bud Light, which under normal circumstances I would have rejected, but at Reunions, and now, it seemed like exactly what I needed. I popped it open with my free hand and drank deeply. It was cold, wet and slightly musty, and it was perfect.

I looked around, and it didn't seem like anyone else noticed, so I took a deep breath and tried to gather myself. Holding the cold beer can to my forehead, the sharp, damp coolness was refreshing. Vanessa held on to my arm, and while I probably didn't need it any more, I didn't want her to let go, either. Finally, we passed through the graduating seniors, who were chanting our class numbers, their faces red with exertion, heat and beer, and were at the last archway. Still with Vanessa on my arm, I walked through with my classmates, past the reviewing stand and to the open field where we were supposed to hand back any banners and signs. Members of my class, and stragglers from other classes, were milling around, chatting, drinking bottles of water and looking around for friends and family.

"Dave—are you O.K.?" Vanessa asked again, letting go of her grip on my upper arm.

"Um, yeah. I'm fine now. I'm not sure what got into me."

She started to say something, then stopped. Taking a breath, she said, "What do you usually do now?"

I thought for a second. "Usually, we would visit a few places, then end up back at my club for food before heading back to the class headquarters."

"Do you want to do that?"

"I guess so. Do you have another idea?"

Vanessa smiled, and I felt that same pit in my gut that I did when I saw her on campus. She really was a beautiful woman. "How about we go to my hotel, sit in the air conditioning, have a glass of wine, and talk. Seems like we both have a lot on our minds."

I wanted to say something, but my tongue was stuck to the bottom of my mouth. Vanessa Carson just invited me to her hotel room. I mean, it was just to cool off and talk, but still. "Yeah, sure, actually that sounds nice." I tried not to sound too anxious. Here I was, a 50 plus years old widower, father of two grown up kids, and feeling as tongue-tied as a teenager.

"Why don't you grab a change of clothing, so that you can shower in a nice bathroom before dinner?"

That seemed like an excellent idea. We agreed to meet at her hotel, she would get some wine, and I'd go back to my room for some clothing. On the way back, I ran into Benji and Al. If I looked as sweaty as they did, I really needed that shower, and it certainly would be more comfortable at the Marriott than in an un-air conditioned dorm bathroom.

"Dave—where were you during the P-Rade? I looked up and you were gone," Al asked.

"I kind of got separated and just sort of wandered."

I could see the two of them share a look of concern. "No problem, Dave," Al replied, with that sympathetic tone that, frankly, I was getting tired of. "Are you heading to the club?"

"Actually, no. I'm, uh, going back with Vanessa to her hotel." They stopped walking and looked at me. "Seriously? Just to cool down and talk. We both have stuff to talk about, and for some reason we have connected this weekend."

"O.K., buddy," Benji responded, skeptically. "See you at dinner?"

"Of course."

They peeled off toward Prospect Street, and I headed to my room, which was, as expected, hot and stuffy. I threw a change of underwear and shirt into a bag, grabbed my toiletries, turned and headed towards my car. It felt good to crank up the AC and feel the sweat dry as I drove, trying desperately to lower my expectations. She was Vanessa Carson, for god's sake. She was way out of my league, and last night, if anything, proved that nothing would ever happen between us. We were in bed together, and she was vulnerable, and still nothing happened, and nothing would today. We would shower, talk, have some wine and maybe become friends, after all these years.

I parked my car and braved the humidity and heat for a few seconds until I wooshed through the automatic doors and into the cool lobby. Without stopping, I went to the elevator and pressed 7. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, nervous, despite the fact that I had convinced myself that this was just a friendly visit. There is something about visiting a woman in a hotel room that just seemed illicit, especially a technically married woman. And there was the nagging feeling that I was cheating on Maggie, but of course I wasn't, and couldn't.

Out the elevator and into the hall. A quick check of the direction sign, and a right turn down the hallway. The numbers went up, and the even numbers were on the right. 702, 704, 706, 708, 710. I stopped. Stared at the door. Started to knock. Put my hand down. Took a breath. Knocked.

"Coming," said the muffled voice from beyond the door. "Dave?"

"It's me."

The door opened, and my chin nearly hit the floor. She had clearly showered in the time since we parted. A white towel was wrapped around her head like a turban. She was wearing a white, fluffy hotel robe that stopped halfway down her thighs, displaying a significant amount of tanned leg that did not appear to belong to a woman over 50. No makeup, which showed that her face did have some lines, mostly around the eyes and mouth, but she still looked at least a decade younger than her true age.

She smiled at my stupefaction, and I felt warm and uncomfortable, despite the cool air pumping from the AC. "I hope this doesn't make you uneasy, but I just got out of the shower and hadn't had a chance to dress."

"No problem. I was just surprised. I noticed that the robe had come slightly apart, showing off a small expanse of cleavage and the fact that she was likely braless. I started to feel myself stiffen, and was happy that I was still wearing my jacket.

"Want to shower?"

"That would be great. It's so sticky out there. I appreciate it."

She gestured toward the bathroom and I went in, still carrying my bag. It was still a little steamy, and the mirror still had some condensation. I looked around and saw the typical woman things. Bottles and containers and things. Maggie never had so much stuff when we travelled. I turned the water on, and felt it get hot before turning the lever to start the shower. I quickly undressed, hanging up my jacket and pants, and rolling my sweaty underwear and socks into my equally sweaty shirt.

Stepping in, I allowed the water to wash over me. It felt incredible, and it amazed me that hot water could feel so good, when hot and humid air was so uncomfortable. I soaped up, and appraised my body. Not terrible, but not great. And certainly not in Vanessa's class. I shampooed what was left of my hair, and let the water flow over my face. I allowed myself to imagine Vanessa coming into the bathroom, into the shower, her naked body pressed against me, and I got hard again.

And then, I heard the shower door open and felt cool air invade my cocoon of warmth. Startled, I pulled my face from the water and felt myself go limp. Oh my god, she's coming in, I thought, panicking.

"David—I'm leaving a robe on the counter for you." The door closed.

What an idiot I was, even thinking that she would come in to the shower. Turning the water off, I opened the curtain and grabbed a towel, drying off. I decided to pass on the robe. Reaching into my bag, I got dressed, except for my socks and shoes, wiped a bit of steam from the mirror and brushed my remaining hair, stuffed my dirty clothing into the bag, zipped it up, grabbed my jacket and left the bathroom. The air in the room was bracing, and it felt great. I looked over to Vanessa, and she was wearing what I guessed was an expensive "little black dress" that hugged her still-trim figure. It was maybe an inch longer than the robe, showing off her legs, and was cut low enough to display serious cleavage. It would be a shame when she put on her blazer and covered herself up.

Like me, she was shoeless, and was sitting in a chair next to a small table that had two glasses of red wine.

"I hope you like red." She picked up her glass.

I walked over and picked up the other glass. "I prefer it, actually. Thanks." There was only one chair, and I looked for a place to sit.

"Go ahead and sit on the bed," she said, using her glass to point. She turned the chair to face the bed, and I followed her direction.

"Are you feeling better now, Dave?"

"I am, Vanessa. Thanks." I took a sip of the wine. It was good. "Can I ask you a question?" I could see her defenses go up.

"Sure," she replied warily.

"Why are you here? You haven't been to Reunions since graduation, right?"

She paused and took a sip of wine. "Did you know Elise Reeder?"

I thought for a second. She was a classmate, I believed. "The name is familiar, but I don't think I knew her."

"Elise was my freshman year roommate. She was one of the few real friends that I made here." Vanessa's face darkened. "She died in January. Breast cancer. It sort of threw me for a loop, and when added to the problems in my marriage, I started to see a therapist. She thought it would be a good idea for me to come here, go to the memorial service, maybe reconnect with people from my past, including people who knew Elise. So, here I am."

There wasn't much to say. "How was the service?"

"It was beautiful, actually. Touching."

"I'm glad."

"Another thing that my therapist suggested is for me to confront things about myself that I don't like."

"That's a hard thing to do."

Vanessa looked into her glass and swirled the red liquid around before speaking. "I'm sorry David, and I owe you."

"For last night? No, you don't." I took another sip of the wine.

Vanessa stared into her glass. "For that. But not only that."

"What are you talking about?"

"That was you, sophomore year. I was drunk and throwing up, and you tried to help me. And I cursed you out and threatened to yell 'rape'."

"That was me. But you were drunk. I didn't hold it against you."

"David, I was a bitch back then. Entitled, arrogant, obnoxious. I know it now."

"No, you were just young."

Her eyes flashed with anger. "Stop defending me, David. I've always gotten away with things because I was pretty and smart. I was a bad person then, and I probably pushed Justin—my husband—away."

"How could you say that?"

"You don't know me. I've been the same as I was back then. I was nasty to you, because you weren't anything to me." I sort of flinched at the insult, but she continued. "I was the one in med school who knew more than everyone, worked harder than everyone and made sure everyone knew it." She paused to take a drink, swirling the wine around her mouth, thinking. "Of course, I got my first choice match, and was determined to prove myself. I met Justin there. He was a year ahead of me, and clearly on the rise. He was brilliant, good looking, charming, rich, and the first man I had ever met who was, in my immature, conceited mind, good enough for me. Unfortunately, we competed for our whole relationship. Every honor he got, I needed to get, or exceed. But when we went into our separate private practices, I realized that he was actually better at being a doctor than me, and I resented it."

I realized that Vanessa had never said these words to anyone other than maybe her therapist, and I realized that I needed to sit quietly and listen, or the spell would be broken and she would stop, when she clearly needed to keep going. I sipped my wine and watched her face, which was slowly breaking down.

"I worked longer hours. After we had Lilly and Thomas, I rarely was interested in sex. And after a while, he stopped trying. Our marriage has been freezing cold for years. I felt hideous. I stopped wanting to go out, do anything fun, always thinking that I needed to read another article, practice another procedure, write another paper. Meanwhile, Justin seemed to be able to do all of that without trying."

I could see tears rolling down her face as she talked. She took a sip of wine, put the glass down on the table and stood up and walked towards me. I stared briefly at her legs before starting to stand up. "No, Dave, please stay there." She sat down next to me and rested her head on my arm. In nearly a whisper, she said, "I've been a bad person, a bad wife and a bad mother. I get a sense that you are a good person. I can tell that you loved your wife so much, that you shared things, and I can see that your friends actually like you—I can't even find anyone who really wants to talk to me, other than you."

What could I say? I put my arm around her and we sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel her body shake from her sobs.

I decided it was time to say something. "Vanessa, you're right, I don't really know you. And maybe you made some mistakes, but if what you just said is true, then you know yourself better than anyone I've ever met. If you know your problems, then maybe you can fix them. You're a smart, successful, beautiful woman, and there doesn't seem to be anything you can't do."

She turned her head to face me, and like in the movies, our lips moved together as if on their own accord. We kissed. Softly at first, then harder. I pressed her against my body, and for the first time in years, I felt true desire for a woman.

Then, my phone alarm sounded. She pulled back from me and looked at me, a little confused and, I think, a little happy. I smiled sheepishly and looked at my watch. "The class dinner starts in 15 minutes. We should go."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I promised my friends." Whatever was about to happen with Vanessa wasn't. And that was another way I had grown since college. Then, if Al was hanging from a cliff, with Benji holding on to his leg, dangling over a pit of acid, I would have ignored their terrified screams if it had meant spending time with Vanessa Carson.




Going Back



"O.K." She stood and walked to the bathroom to freshen up, and I did the same in the mirror over the desk. Vanessa returned, a few minutes later, hair perfect, lightly made up, and ready. We donned our crazy blazers, I grabbed my bag with one hand and Vanessa's hand with the other, and we left the room.

June 2, 1990 1:27 a.m.

The band was blasting away, and the dance floor was packed. The whole courtyard was packed with people ranging in age from kids up past their bedtime, drunk teenagers who snuck in, sometimes by crawling through windows, graduating seniors trying to medicate their way past the fear of leaving campus, and alumni of various seniority and inebriation. Although there didn't seem to be any way that I could still drink as much as I had—what would have been a normal night just a few years ago—and still feel lucid, somehow, I was. Almost as if being back on campus ignited a muscle memory allowing greater capacity. Not that I would have wanted to take a sobriety test, but I felt pretty much in control of my faculties. We had gotten beers and were heading away from the dance floor so we could try to talk.

"Still hard to believe," said Al. He gestured broadly at the scene. "Fifth Reunion already. All of this."

"Seriously," agreed Steve. "They look so young."

"Some of them are," I pointed out. "Have any of you seen Benji?"

Al replied, "He decided to head back."

"He was always a fucking lightweight," Steve added, holding his beer up as if toasting, and taking a long drink.

"How's Maggie handling it?" Al asked.

"Surprisingly well." I took a drink. "She's great, and I think she's having fun. But it was getting late, so she decided to bail."

"Mary, too. But that was what she was like when we were here."

We nodded and drank, remembering the nights when Al would have to decide whether to follow Mary back to her room or hang out with us. Of course, he always went with her, and we always teased him, jealous of his good fortune.

My head snapped around, as a tall, slim blonde walked by.

"You know that she isn't here," Al said.

"Who?" I responded.

"Seriously? Vanessa Carson. Your stalkee."

"What are you talking about? I saw a hot blonde and took a look. I love Maggie, but I'm not dead."

"You would be, if she saw that," Steve pointed out.

I nodded. "True." I had learned my lesson from Amy Kantor.

"Anyway, Dave, I call bullshit. You've been looking for her all weekend."

Taking a drink, I shrugged. "Old habits die hard, I guess." I finished my beer and turned the cup over, letting the last drops fall on the muddy ground. "I'm done. I'm going back."

Saturday Night, 11:17 p.m.

"Still nothing?" I asked.

Vanessa put her phone back into her blazer pocket. "Nothing. Not that I expected anything."

I took a swig of beer. We had spent the evening hanging out together. We had spoken to a number of people, including my good friends, some other acquaintances, and a few of Vanessa's college friends, although that seemed somehow awkward. We did nothing to indicate anything other than that we were hanging out together at Reunions, which is what I still believed to be true, but only my friends were aware of my mostly one-sided history with Vanessa.

We were sitting in the auxiliary tent, far enough away from the blaring band and the writhing mass of humanity in front of it that we could have sort of a conversation. But mostly we sat quietly, drinking, looking at the crowd and thinking. Vanessa finished her beer, and slammed it on the table with a satisfying click. "Dance with me?"

To say that I don't like dancing is an understatement. I'm not good at it, and I feel terribly self-conscious. It took a bunch of drinks, and typically Maggie's good-natured chiding, to get me on the dance floor at weddings, bar mitzvahs and even Reunions. I was probably two beers from that level, but Vanessa seemed to really need it, and she was, for god's sake, Vanessa. I was powerless. I drained my beer, hoping that it would get me drunker than I might have otherwise wanted, took her proffered hand and let her lead me to the floor.

It was a great band—rocking, loud, funky and with a horn section, which makes everything better. Finding a way on to the dance floor, a series of dirty wooden platforms under a huge tent that kept in all of the sound, heat and smell, was nearly impossible. It was a riot of orange, white and black, with members of what seemed like dozens of classes trying to move in the confined space. Yet, Vanessa's innate Vanessa-ness somehow caused people to step back and provide her—us—with enough space to join the craziness. And I found myself dancing, after a fashion, and enjoying myself. It didn't hurt that occasionally we were thrown together by the writhing crowd, and I got to feel her body against mine, even briefly.

And when the band played something a little slower, she grabbed me around the neck, and I had no choice but to pull her close to me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and was thankful that we didn't press our crotches together, because it would have been uncomfortable. The song ended and we disengaged as the band cranked up the tempo again. I looked at Vanessa, her hair plastered to her head with sweat, and I felt guilty. Guilty that I was here having fun, with another woman, and my Maggie wasn't here. Guilty that despite myself, I wanted her, and worried that I was being used.

I turned to leave the floor, and pushed my way through the crowd, heedless of the mayhem I was causing and that I was leaving Vanessa behind. Even though it was still warm, the contrast with the air inside the tent made it feel tolerable. Beer and water were my quests, and I started toward the taps, when I felt a hand grab my arm. My head whipped around.

"What's going on, Dave?"

"I was hot. I needed a drink."

She looked at me carefully, then wiped a lock of her wet hair off her forehead and behind her ear. It was damn sexy, and I suspect she knew that. "Sure. Is that all it is?"

By that time we were at the taps, and I ordered a beer. I looked at Vanessa, but she shook her head. I followed her toward the side tent, and we sat down at an empty table, covered with empty cups. "I'm sorry, Vanessa. I miss her."

"What are you sorry about? Enjoying yourself? I didn't know your wife, but from what I hear, she wouldn't want you to be miserable for the rest of your life."

I put my head down on the table, the orange plastic tablecloth somehow slightly cooler against my sweaty forehead.

The sound of the band and the voices of my fellow partiers rang in my ears. I knew Vanessa was right. Not only because of who Maggie was, but because she specifically ordered me not to wallow in self-pity after she died. It was early in what turned out to be her last week. She was in the hospital, hooked up to all sorts of tubes and wires. A mere shadow of her once vibrant self. She asked me to come close, and I put my ear to her mouth. She kissed me with her dry lips, and it still sent a chill down my spine. "David," she whispered, "promise me that you will go on with your life. I know you too well. Please try to be happy. I love you too much to want you to be miserable for the rest of your life just because I won't be there."

I turned to her and kissed those parched lips. "I will, my love. I promise." At the time, I was lying, just telling her what she wanted to hear. I knew that I'd never have another happy day in my life. But I wanted her to feel peace, and not worry about me. And yet, here I was, actually enjoying Reunions, and feeling something for another woman. Maggie was usually right—I rarely made a mistake when I followed her advice—and so I had to trust her now. I looked up at Vanessa, and saw the concern on her face. Concern for me. I didn't know what to say, so I took a sip of the beer.

Despite the blaring of the band and the hubbub of chatter, I felt like everything had gone silent.

"David, let's get out of here," Vanessa said, standing and reaching her hand out to me.

I grabbed her lifeline and stood up. Holding hands, we walked, silently, through the crowds, the staggering orange and black masses, down the road to Vanessa's Lexus. Without thinking whether what was happening made any sense, I got into the passenger seat and sunk into the leather. The car was warm and stuffy, but the air conditioning started to blow hard, the cool breeze drying the sweat on my face. My ears were ringing, and my heart was pounding. My head was spinning, from the heat, the beer or Vanessa, or some combination of all of that. I thought to myself how ironic it would be if I had a heart attack now, on the way back to the hotel with my unrequited college crush, and smiled, involuntarily. Apparently Vanessa noticed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Just amused by the situation."

In the reflected light of the dashboard lights, I could see a brief look pass over her face. Maybe questioning whether this was a good idea? I hoped that it wasn't regret.

We drove in silence, down Washington Road to Route 1 and to the hotel. She parked the car and we entered the hotel, happy to be back in the climate controlled lobby. As if we were a real couple, we got into the elevator, I pressed the button and we climbed, standing next to each other, weighing what was about to happen and the consequences.

Before long, we were standing in Vanessa's room, staring at the bed. We approached each other, and I leaned down to kiss her. She tasted like beer and salt, and she kissed me back, reaching her hands under my blazer and resting them on my back. It was a very good kiss. She stepped back and removed her smaller version of the jacket and tossed it on the chair, revealing her tanned shoulders and neck. In the half-light of the room, it was impossible to tell that she was a mother, in her 50s, and my mind flashed back to the girl that I had tried desperately just to glimpse around campus.

"Dave, you should take off your jacket, I think, assuming that you want to stay a while." She smiled.

I returned the smile and shrugged off my jacket, tossing it on top of her much smaller version. She approached again, and this time, she instigated the kiss, pressing herself against me, and allowing me to pull her close by her hips. I could feel my heart pounding and my cock stiffening when she pulled away. I could see the passion in her eyes, and that turned me on even more.

"What do you say to a shower? I feel sweaty and dirty."

"Works for me."

She turned, and walked toward the bathroom. But before she entered she faced me, reached down and pulled her dress over her head, giving me a quick look at her matching black bra and panties. She smiled, threw the dress in my direction, and slipped into the bathroom. I could hear the water start, as Vanessa waited for it to come up to temperature, then heard it change as she switched the flow to the showerhead. I laid her dress over the chair, took off my shirt and my t-shirt, my shoes, socks and shorts, but for some reason, I kept my underwear on.

"O.K., Dave, c'mon in," she said. I wasn't sure if I heard hesitancy in her voice, or uncertainty, but we were rapidly reaching a point of no return, and with Maggie's admonition bouncing around my brain, and with more than 30 years of pent up lust, I wasn't going to hold back. I walked into the now steamy humid bathroom, somewhat happy that the mirror was fogged and I didn't have to look at myself, took off my underwear, pulled back the white shower curtain a few inches and stepped in.

It was not a joke. Vanessa stood before me, nude, water dripping down her body. I saw her quickly appraise me, as I was doing to her, and hoped that she wasn't too disappointed. But I was quickly distracted by the curves of the form that was displayed before me. Her breasts were full, with some sag that gave away her age, but still seemed firm, with small, fair areolae and small nipples. I could see some freckles on her upper chest that I had never noticed before. Her waist was still surprisingly small, although she had some meat on her bones that probably wasn't there in the 1980s, and her hips flared out slightly, leading to the long, tanned legs that I had been admiring all weekend. Her blonde pubic hair was sparse, and seemed to be slightly trimmed. The vision, not surprisingly, affected me in the expected way, and I could see Vanessa smile at the affect she was having on me.

"You need to get wet," she said, and began maneuvering away from the water, leaving a small space for me to try slide past her. It was, of course, impossible, considering the small space, our size and the erection jutting out from between my legs. But I have to admit that having to press against her soft, warm curves felt incredible. As did the hot water flowing down my body. And when I had gotten suitably soaked, Vanessa stepped toward me and hugged me, pulling me tight against her, my cock wedged between us. We stood there, her head resting on my upper chest, water pouring down over us, for what seemed like minutes, until she pulled back and smiled, grabbing the soap and lathering herself up.

It had been a very long time since I shared a shower with Maggie, and I had forgotten how sexy it was to see a woman do that. I think that Vanessa could see the lust in my eyes, and she fixed me with a hard, hot stare as she continued cleaning herself. She turned, displaying an ass that, like her breasts, betrayed some evidence of her age, but was not in any way poorer for it. "Can you clean my back?" She asked, reaching back to give me the small, yellow bar of herbal scented soap.

I didn't need much convincing, and I began to rub that bar on her smooth, warm back, creating lather, and drawing some sighs from Vanessa. When she was fully soaped up, I stepped forward, pressing myself against her and reaching around for her breasts. She pushed back against me, pinning my cock between her ass cheeks, and allowed the back of her head to rest on my chest as I used my slick hands to knead her breasts, and feel her nipples harden.

Using my chest hair as a brush, I rubbed the soap into Vanessa's back, something that I remembered doing with Maggie, and Vanessa laughed, turning around and taking the soap from me and lathering me up, making a quick pass over my quivering cock.

"Turn around," she demanded, and I did, turning into the spray. I could see the steam hanging in the air as Vanessa's strong doctor's hands rubbed my back. She then returned the favor, pressing herself against my back, and rubbing her breasts against the suds. It was exquisite, and it was getting painful. She reached down and her soapy hands grabbed my throbbing cock, and, draped on my back, she began to stroke it. Not surprisingly, I was quick to reach the point of no return, gasping and cumming hard. I watched it go down the drain, and felt weak in the legs. The water washed the suds off my receding member.

I turned to face Vanessa, and she had what could only be lust in her eyes. She dropped to her knees and used her mouth to bring me back to life, and somewhat shockingly, I was able to respond. When I was fully erect, she turned, bent over, placing her hands on the corner of the tub and raised her ass. "Take me, David," she almost growled.

It was not the biggest shower in the world, but I was determined to make it work. My hand moved first to her ass, and then under her. Her pussy was slick, and my finger slipped in easily, causing Vanessa to moan. I stepped toward her, aiming my cock at its target, and when it neared, she reached back and guided me inside her. She pressed against me, and I was quickly buried in her warmth. Vanessa's need was palpable, and I began to move in and out as she moved her hips, occasionally grunting and sighing. My motion sped up, and she started to meet my thrusts. I thought briefly that her position could not be comfortable, but my focus shifted immediately to pounding into her harder and harder, desperate to give her the release that she seemed to crave. The shower continued to spray hot water on my legs as I kept up my barrage, and Vanessa was thrusting back, faster and faster until I could feel her tighten around me, and her legs shuddered and collapsed as she gasped. My cock popped out of her and I immediately came, some of the viscous liquid dripping onto her glistening ass cheek. I could hear her panting, and I was having trouble catching my own breath.

After what seemed like a long time, Vanessa stood and faced me. She was smiling, and I realized I was, too. She put her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. Looking up at me, she said, "Thanks."

"Thank you," I responded, and we stood together, allowing the water to flow over us.

She disengaged, and pulled back the curtain. I watched her leave, dry off and wrap herself in the towel before turning off the water and stepping out of the tub. Vanessa handed me a towel before walking toward the door. Cool air cut through the steam as she left. I finished drying off, wrapped the towel around my waist and started toward the door. But I stopped and took a moment to appreciate what had just happened before heading out into the chilly room. Vanessa was already wearing a simple nightgown, with the towel wrapped around her head.

"Please stay, Dave."

"But I don't have anything to sleep in," was my first, stupid response.

Vanessa smiled. "You really don't need anything, you know."

She was right. "There's still some wine from before," I said, noticing the half full bottle on the table.

"I've had enough booze for the night, I think," she said, pausing before continuing, "and you know as well as anyone that even back in college, I couldn't drink too much."

I smiled at her attempt at self-deprecation. "Fine with me. What should we do?"

"I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed." She turned toward the bathroom and I could hear the water running as she presumably brushed her teeth. When she came out, I went in, used my finger to brush my teeth, turned off the light and went back out. I could see that Vanessa was in bed, the covers drawn up to her neck. Taking the towel off, I slid, naked, in next to her.

Vanessa turned off the light and I could feel her roll over toward me. I could feel her naked skin against mine, and realized that she had removed her nightgown. I wrapped an arm around her, and she snuggled against me, my nose buried in her fragrant hair. Her "good night" was muffled by my chest, and my response was directed at the top of her head.

Sunday morning

Old habits die hard, and I awoke, sleeping on the edge of the large, king sized bed. The clock on the night stand said 6:48. Suddenly, I had this weird feeling in my gut, as I realized where I was, and what I had done. I turned suddenly toward the other side of the bed, expecting to see Vanessa, but she wasn't there. I knew that last night happened, and I smiled remembering the intensity of our sex, which is what it was, not love making, just pure animal sex between two people who needed it and needed each other, but I was disappointed that she wasn't there. Not that I expected more, although I certainly would have liked it, but it was disappointing. I listened to hear whether she was in the bathroom, but it was silent. Just the humming of the air conditioner. I got up to pee, and was amused that my legs and hips were a little sore. As expected, the bathroom was empty, so I did my business, took a drink of water and decided to get dressed.

I needed coffee, badly, and remembered seeing that there was some in the lobby, so I put on my shoes, left the room for the somewhat warmer hallway, walked to the elevator and descended. It was an effort not to think about last night, but I tried, as I tried not to think too much about how Vanessa again ran off. Turning right from the elevator into the lobby, I could see the tall metal canisters of coffee beckoning, and as I approached them, there was Vanessa, sipping on a cup of coffee and staring into space. She was not wearing any orange, or any other college or Reunions related clothing, as if she had already moved back into the real world. She looked relaxed and happy, and I hoped that last night contributed to that.




Going Back



Quickly filling a cardboard cup with the dark, fragrant liquid, and adding a package of sugar and some milk, I took a sip. Satisfied with the taste, I capped it and put a brown cardboard sleeve around the hot cup. My first thought was not to bother Vanessa, not to break her chain of thought, but realized that would be odd, so I walked over to her. Her head snapped toward me, and her features softened, as if she was actually happy to see me.

"Please sit," she said, pointing at a chair catty corner to hers. I sat.

"You must have been up early."

She took a sip of her coffee. "I woke up around 5:30 and couldn't fall back. I didn't want to disturb you."

"Thanks, I guess."

Vanessa smiled, picking up my disappointment. "Dave, I really want to thank you—" I started to protest, but she showed me her palm. "No, not just for last night, but for the whole weekend. I needed a friend, and you were there for me, even though we didn't know each other, and I was awful to you back then."

"It's really O.K.," I replied. "We're classmates. We have this bond. And I want to thank you--" She smiled, a bit lasciviously. "Yes, for that, but also for showing me that I don't have to be a hermit, even though I miss Maggie every minute of every day."

We sipped our coffee in silence.

"I spoke with Justin."

"Really? How did it go?"

"Well, I think. He told me that he had checked into a hotel. He was pretty surprised that I didn't immediately go on the attack, and was shocked, I think, when I apologized to him. He apologized to me, and we just talked. I told him to move back in, and we agreed to see someone together to see if we can salvage our marriage."

"That's good."

"I think so. I'm not sure if it is salvageable, to be honest. Not just because of his affair—"

"Did you tell him about last night?" I interrupted.

"No. But I will. I'm just not sure that we are really good for each other. And I'm sad that it took this long for me to figure it out."

"But you've been together for a long time."

"That's true, and that's why I'm not totally giving up." She took another sip of coffee, and I did the same, enjoying the sweet hot bitterness as it went down my throat. "And what about you, Dave?"

"I'm good, Vanessa. I promised Maggie that I wouldn't shut down when she died, and I never really planned to honor my word. You know, I was just saying what she wanted to hear. But this weekend has made me realize, once again, that she knew better for me than I did. Coming back here, to a place that I love, seeing old, good friends, and making new ones--" I looked at her pretty face, and received a nice smile in response— "reminded me that people need other people, and I'm going to try to ease my way back into polite society."

Vanessa nodded at me. "Sounds right, Dave. You're a good man, and, I think, a good friend." She put her hand on mine and squeezed it, before retracting it, resting it on the arm of her chair. We drank our coffee.

"I'd like to go to the last breakfast on campus. Are you going to come?"

Vanessa shook her head. "No, I think that I've had enough of Reunions for this year. I'm ready to go back home and face reality."

"Um, I need a ride back, though. Could you drop me?"

She laughed. "I forgot. Of course. When does it start?"

"Eight."

"Perfect. Let me go up and pack."

"I need to come up, too—my jacket is in the room."

"Sure."

Shortly after that, we were leaving the hotel. The morning was warm, and it looked like it was going to be another scorcher. We sat quietly in her car, AC blasting. I couldn't think of anything to say as we rolled up Route 1 and turned onto Washington Road, through the trees and on to campus.

Vanessa stopped the car near the path leading to the dining hall where breakfast was being served. I turned to her. "Thanks for the ride. And everything."

She smiled and said, "And thank you, too. You know, we don't live that far away from each other."

I nodded. "That's true." But I knew that we would never see each other socially away from here, and I knew that she knew that. "See you at Reunions, too?"

Vanessa shrugged. "Maybe the 35th. Probably." She paused and looked out the window at campus. "Definitely."

"Good. Then definitely see you then." She leaned toward me, and we kissed each other's cheeks, like the old classmates we were, and I got out of the car. I felt the early warmth of the day replace the coolness of the car, and I shut the door and stepped back. Vanessa pulled away and headed toward the exit, and I turned toward breakfast, thinking about how much I would tell my friends about last night.

May 29, 2020

"I told you that it always hot and sticky at Reunions."

Sonia smiled. "You did, and you were right. I'm glad I let you put baby powder on me." Her look indicated that her happiness was not only based on her current lack of chafing, but on the not completely utilitarian way that I applied the powder, which made me as warm inside as I was outside.

I was happy that Sonia agreed to come with me. I had enthusiastically described the weekend to her, and while I was afraid that I might have oversold it, I think that she could tell that it was important to me, so she agreed to share it. It was one of the many things about her that I liked since we had been seeing each other.

She took my hand as we walked toward the bus stop, nodding at the other alumni and their families waiting. I looked at her. Shorter than Maggie, and smaller in most ways, she had a pleasant face ringed by dark hair. She was also smart, funny and kind, and we immediately hit it off. Although she was a few years younger than me, we shared a similar loss—her husband Ralf had died, but in a car accident, a few years before, and her kids were in college when she sold her house and moved into a townhouse in my town. She wasn't Maggie, and I suspect that to her, I wasn't Ralf, but we had quickly developed a close, maybe even loving, relationship, although neither of us was willing to give up our own separate homes yet, despite the fact that we spent most nights together.

The bus arrived, and as if by some unspoken rule, we let the parents with babies board first, followed by the rest of us, in reverse age order. As we rolled up campus, I pointed out various landmarks, and Sonia showed interest, possibly genuine. I had offered her some of Maggie's Reunions garb so that she would feel connected, but she had declined, instead surprising me with some orange and black clothing of her own, by its looks recently purchased.

The 35th Reunion was in a different place than the 30th, but I was familiar with the location from having returned briefly the last couple of years, alone, but relatively at peace. I led Sonia through the campus into our courtyard, which was already filling up with classmates in our distinctive jackets. I saw some friends, and dragged Sonia over to introduce her. It was nice not hearing the pity in their voices any more, and I looked over at Sonia's smiling face as she made conversation. She was much better than me at small talk, which was, in fact, how we met.

I turned to look around to see who was here and my heart nearly stopped. I thought I saw Vanessa. Not current-day Vanessa, but college-age Vanessa. The same hair, the same body and the same face. My head spun as I tried to make sense of the situation. Five years ago, I had experienced a true Reunions miracle, but one that actually was grounded in reality. And then I saw the real Vanessa, in her Reunions jacket, approach her youthful doppelganger and hand her a bottle of water. I was an idiot—she had brought her daughter, Lily, if I recalled correctly. I didn't see anyone that looked like a husband. At which point, I was brought back to the conversation I was ostensibly participating in.

When I looked up again, Vanessa was approaching, with her daughter in tow, and she joined our circle without comment. When there was a break in the chatter, I turned to her and said, "Good to see you, Vanessa."

"Good to see you, Dave. This is my daughter, Lily." I shook her hand.

"And this is my friend Sonia," I replied, and there were more handshakes. I caught Vanessa's eye, and she nodded and smiled almost imperceptibly. We made small talk.

"Dave," Sonia asked, "where's the ladies room?"

I looked around, and before I could figure it out, Lily pointed and said, "It's over there. I need to go, too," and they headed off across the courtyard together.

Vanessa looked at me and slowly walked out of our group, and I understood I was to follow.

When we were a reasonable distance away, Vanessa said, "Sonia seems nice, Dave. I'm happy for you."

"Thanks. She is great. We've become close very quickly. Lily looks just like you did when you were here, by the way."

She smiled. "I was never that beautiful."

"You were, and still are," I replied, not completely sure if she was sincere or fishing for a compliment, and not caring. "Is your husband here, too?"

Her smile disappeared and I worried that I had crossed a line. "No. No more husband. Our divorce was final about a year ago."

"But—"

She interrupted me. "We tried. We went through two therapists, but it was clear that whatever we had was irrevocably broken. It turned out that the affair that I found out about was not his first. Or his second, for that matter. I took some responsibility for the chill in our relationship, although it didn't, in my mind, excuse his infidelity."

As I opened my mouth to say something, she continued-"yes, I told him about us, but I never told him your name. Luckily, though, we worked out the details amicably. It really was proof of the old adage, that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. It was a cold calculation over who got what. He moved out, and I stayed in the house."

"And—"

"And I'm happy, maybe really happy for the first time ever. I still have my work, but I've tried to be a more rounded person. I even do volunteer work. And yoga."

I will admit that a brief mental image of Vanessa in yoga pants flittered through my mind, but it fled immediately upon seeing Sonia return, with Lily in tow. They came over to us, and I bent down and kissed Sonia's cheek and pulled her close to me, resting my arm on her shoulders.

"Dave and I were just catching up."

Sonia nodded. "Were you friends in college?"

I started to talk, but Vanessa was faster. "Not really. We met a couple of times, but it really wasn't until we started coming to Reunions that we became friendly."

Sonia replied, "I know how that is. I've made a bunch of friends from college who I never spoke with when I was there."

The two women began to talk, and Lily, who was working in New York at an art gallery, occasionally interjected. I was just happy to watch their easy relationship. And to think about how if Lily hadn't walked in on her father, and if Vanessa hadn't needed someone, and if that someone hadn't turned out to be me, I'd never have been willing to break out of my funk and find Sonia.

It's just another wonderful thing about Reunions that I'll never be able to explain.



Going Bald



Do the other girls out there really shave their pussies clean? I couldn't understand how all of my girlfriends could take a razor to their beards every morning. OMG it makes absolutely no friggin' sense to me!

Some of the baldies I know have gone permanent like Amilia, who is lasered; others, like Taryn, prefer the cue bald look without the commitment and waxes the puss; while Courtney the perfectionist prefers the freedom change brings and sprouting a few honey-flavored whiskers once in a great while plus the hands-on personal touch of shaving herself clean. All of them masturbate after they get their pussies done, don't ask me how I no!

Until recently I had always just waited for the boy I had been fucking for a few weeks to decide what style of hairdo he wanted me to roll with. 

But as I've taken stock that not only do all of my girlfriends buff their beavies bald, they have been teasing me behind my back about the fact that I don't. And what's more, they've been deflecting guys from me by telling them, too.

To make matters worse, I came to realize that the last half dozen guys I have been with, had all desired a cunny hair change at some point--to make it disappear. Bushy on the head and bald on the bottom. Lol. If only they had been more assertive about it, there would have been no communication gaps.

But as it happened, some of my friends were bitchy and told the guys that I had told them I was never going to shave the pussy bald. And that is total bullshit. First of all I spent all of high school and my college years hairless in that I had a few men with real pairs of balls that were man enough to tell me that they wanted me bald. 

My girlfriends insisted that guys go boffo over bald cunnie and that the guys had even told them that they were they baffled; they had never come across a problem such as this (every girl they had been with had a hair-free clam) and that I was a perfect cunt, ripe for a fucking otherwise. They always told me that nothing gets you in the mood to squirt more than hearing a guy comment on, "what a handsome twat you have."

Don't get me wrong, I'm not rockin' a ratty cunt or fluffy bushy beaver or anything. Lol. I'm trim. I just call it a patch, really. I guess I've always just felt that pussy without any hair lacked personality. But I'm learning that in today's world, it's all or none. And if all that weren't confusing enough, they were now trying to tell me that "LA hairless" was different than rest of the world's "standard hairless" and that a "hollywood" offered a different style still! I had no idea what that means! Lol.. I just wanted everything to go smoothly.

But maybe it was time to shave the pussy bald. I went into the bathroom with the intention of plucking my chicken, when I heard the doorbell ring. Who the fuck could it be??

I had wanted some company tonight, but hadn't really planned on any. Sure enough, it was three of my alleged "best" friends, Courtney Amilia and Taryn of course. 

I was wearing a bath towel and all of the girls were scantily dressed. Taryn, jumped out at me immediately, in a bright white racerback tank top with her fat pair popping up out of her top while Courtney my bestie, had her water buffaloes out too, and put her hand on my shoulder and told me tenderly she was going to shave my cunny-hole smooth and bare. 

"We're gonna lube up those labes up nice 'n good!" Amilia assured me. 

And Taryn, not to be outdone, added, "Yep then when your all bald and horny we're gonna catch your lady grease on our tongues and swap it until our tonsils stink like shave cream and hairless pussy."

It was hard to argue with the girls' logic at this point; especially Taryn.

After the girls apologized for being mean to me on top of telling guys about my hairy situation, we were once again getting along better than we have for months, having broken open a bottle of wine. And before long, it was hard to hide what I was really thinking. 

"Let's get it on!" I cried out, quivering with my need. Turned out the girls planned to do me a few naughty and one nasty favor for all the girl-stabbing cock-blocking they had done to me. And I was about to let them too--because lets face it--I was horny as an entire Navy on leave from all the cock-sabotage I had been through.

Before I knew it we were all panty-free and in my whirlpool tub and splashing on the floor. Taryn had somewhere found an old straw cowboy hat I got in Cancun a few years back and was wearing it. Courtney was shooting me filthy dirty snarling looks since the second I opened the front door and that's not yet counting Amilia, who, lets face it: Amilia has been a horny piggy in heat the second I met her years ago and was always ready to go. I can't talk, because I was on all fours like a dog with my ass and pussy tilted up and my back arched so the gals could get a really good look of both of my holes. 

And just to be clear, even though I've never shaved a full-on hollywood, I don't have a ratty or mangy beaver and I do take great pride in keeping a tidy cunt and and the process of trimming, plucking and coiffing it into a nice little square patch. The girls even may have hinted at a spell of mind-changing to this end; perhaps entranced by seeing a nice meaty cunt such as mine with just a wisp of groomed cute, long wiry dark hairs above it but otherwise unobscured, they may have decided to keep it.

Milia was adorable all over, dark straight hair cut into this trendy bob style with a big smile and adorable dimples and pretty, straight teeth made for splashing.

Big tits, her left banger always seemed slightly plumper in my opinion, but either way she was pushing around a real pair of pontoons. Flotation devices on her chest. Pontoons, hell they were more like cartoons. I always wanted to nurse from her milk juggs and chew the nubs of her big fat udders. Wait what was I talking about?

"What's going on back there?" I squealed out over my shoulder, repositioning myself to aim my slippery beave and oily goose-holes at a spraying tub jet, "Ohhhh that's the friggin' spot!!!" I could barely contain my need anymore. 

Courtney and the girls were quietly deliberating, barely audible really, and Court being the main miner of my ruffled cunt and chief expediter of the project was getting cold feet?? Errrr... 

"Baby girl I'm in love with the twat," she purred, "I can't wait so shave your cunt," she cooed, "lousy with hair, I will say" while I wagged my invisible tail, both of my sticky grimy holes not an inch from her face. It was then she started to think it was horny. 

"So good 'n slimy" she half-giggled, noting my slicked-up cunt hole and deliciously, I'm told, inviting pucker of an asshole as a package.

"Well you might have to cum over them, then," I said patiently and calmly. 

This time I looked fully over my shoulder and asked politely, "Well why don't you just give me a little lick instead?" I was completely playing dirty now, and just ruthlessly bumping my splayed and displayed holes up and down for the girls to gaze at. Court, speechless in the situation, could only watch with her tongue now in full wag as her own bestie Taryn reached in, took both over and a skillfully slow tongueful of my naughty, fur-framed holes, forcing out a bellow from my diaphragm I had never heard myself. The following chirps were just yelps as she continued to tongue-fuck my juicing cunt and upturned asshole which was stretching to meet her fevered lickings. She would finish an up-swipe lave and start another one seemingly simultaneously. 

Suddenly and without warning, I felt the relief of two tongues jabbing in my greedy selfish fishy places, and I now fully longed for a hard fucking toy, or, the ability to reach down and scrabble away at my clit. 

I wasn't sure who was laving the length of my cunt-area in such possessive chunks and who was poking my asshole with an all-too-intentionally pointed tongue, but I was in no mood to have them stop, this much I was certain of. It was an absolute slop fest. I've been addicted to having my pussy licked for years, but it was only recently that I stopped caring if it was a man or woman. And at this point I didn't care who was doing what to me, it felt fucking great, and it was making me forget the six months I lived starved for spunk. Hell that reminded me for the first time--the only thing I was missing now was a steamy hard prick ready to fire and paste me in its gunk!

Conventional wisdom says that Taryn was resuming clit-chowing duties but I didn't want to be presumptuous; Courtney's chowing down meant nothing now if hers was the rough and fat tongue I was experiencing swishing side to side, as it clobbered carefully over the opening of my girly-bleached pucker.

This just meant that Amilia was gonna get my meaty angry thumb-sized clitty button to fidget with, and from what I was told, 'Milia was quite the clitty-eater. One thing was certain she had a magnificent pair of springy balloons, and it almost seemed like the girls were trying to one-up each other in that department this evening.

Secretly I hoped she would read my mind and dive right in, but to my surprise she reached under me and toyed with my boiling twat, pinching and playfully tugging at the pussy-hair the team of pussy-miners had arrived at my home not an hour ago to do away with. 

"So do you want this off?" she soulfully whispered into my ear, pawing at my little patch, so that only I could hear the request. "You want a full-Brazilian? You'll never go back.." And even if she whispered her filth at full volume my confidence was as far in the gutter as my racing mind at this moment. 

"How many tongues do you have in the cunt right now?" she asked me unhurriedly, keeping her composure like she'd done this a million times before. "How many do you need? Do you want mine to join them? Two can jab at your holes and one can lick up and down over top of the action. K?"

I was practically squirting already, with Amilia spitting filth at me and two other girls literally spitting in me, I couldn't think of any cause to pry their wrestling tongues from my raunchy depths. 

Simultaneously ignoring her questions and voicing my own guttural thoughts I commanded that she "get her lips around my clit!"

You see, Taryn is just fit to eat some pussy, nay, she was born to suck a cunt. I've never had her licker in my pucker before, but what I'm told is that her frisky and angelic tongue is essentially a mix between Courtney and Amilia's. Long and nimble for those hard to reach spots, but rough and stubbly with fine hairs of taste buds to make your labia stand up and shout. And to boot, she could tune a radio dial with her tongue and could fold it into a bow if you simply asked her to. So yeah, she could chomp on a clit, stretching and snapping it as though it was gonna break right off. 

And although I loved, loved, loved the idea of the girls skillfully and tag-teaming my cunny hair down the drain before they let me drain my bottomless twat and squirt my goose grease across their faces while hunched on all fours, my clit had other ideas and wasn't going to wait--she was standing up like a proud pole of a cock and needed a flicking. 

I didn't care if she latched her lips around it and sucked or if she just adjusted my dial for a better signal, the feed was going to sound the same: me screeching in the tiny echoing bathroom punctuated with the background slurping of two tongues fighting over a cunny stretched around fingers and a matching freshly finger-banged asshole.

My cuntsuckers still hadn't revealed themselves as who was getting jab/lave duty but my hat was off as nearly as was my twat, as they really kept up the momentum and didn't lose any steam. The steam, it felt, had to be coming out of my ears as I finally felt some relief as Taryn reached down finally and snagged my clitty bud, first inspecting then tugging and chewing on it using the same fingers she had just been using to frig away at her own bristling little cubby. 

"Damn, she said, I'll need a shave again too if we keep this going!" amid the sounds of licking and sucking and moaning. 

Courtney pulled her tongue out of my ass to laugh, but only for a moment, and even still my emotions took over and I chirped that if someone didn't get their tongue back in my ass I was going to flip the fuck out. 

I never would have dreamed I'd say something so dirty even an hour before, but this was now. So it was Courtney who was plugging my rump all along, very interesting. Amilia was really just going to town, fighting for the high score licking twat, and trying to carefully tickle Taryn's two fingers as they danced over my clit on each up-stroke. 

Court, my personal pussy polisher, was back to her old tricks and spit-shining my holes as I yodeled like an indian chief. I could no longer resist and arched my head and back to my left and used my left hand to grab my asshole-sucker to entice her to bury her impossibly long tongue even deeper into my tailpipe. 

The other two girls had added their hands or fingers and tongues respectively to the mix and now everyone had a big chunk of my flesh to play with or suck on. 

It was difficult to balance on only my right arm still bent over on and and all four stance, I am not going to lie, especially with the situation considered. With Courtney's mouth and fingers drilling my asshole; if pussy cream had calories Amilia would be 400 pounds already; and Taryn was jacking my thumb-sized clit bud with the enthusiasm that it was her boyfriend's dick that she was expecting to blow her a hot load. The question lingered: Did I want to cream their pretty little faces without a spotless hair-free cunny? Part of me worried my desire to shave clean would disappear after having creamed their grills. I was nervous!!!

Don't get me wrong; the thought of soaking the faces of my would-be pussy shavers was going to put an extra jolt in the squirts that I shot, but at this point all I cared about was unloading my full ready-to-boil-over cunt. 

Just then I felt Amilia rake her rubbery balloons through my spread-open labia, nipple leading the way, in fact, she had pinched her juggs together for a moment and tried to stuff both of them into my cunt at the same time. But it was like trying to shove two beach balls through a hole in a fence and it was of no use. I shuddered and squealed as she tried to fuck my cunt with her titties and it became too much for my fragile body to comprehend.

Amilia moved her flapping floppers away from my fuckholes, "What are those frigid' things, DD's anyway? My goodness!" I squealed and no sooner did I finish my question and I found another tongue in my cunt. I have no idea who was plugging what anymore and ya no what? I didn't care either.

All my girls were in position and everyone was horny as all fucking hell at the moment. "Errrmagawd" - another wave of pleasure crashed between my dirt box so hard my ears were ringing, and my clit was in overdrive as the girls ramped up their jamming of my syrupy holes.

Fingers, tongues, chins, noses, were all pistoning away at my pink veiny and stretched-open flesh. It was extremely difficult to imagine a world where I could last too much longer. In fact I was speechless I had come this far, and I starting to wonder how far I would come! 

I bellowed in agony at even at the thought of the girls releasing me from their grimy grasp before I had the privileged prize of spraying off. 

With my tiny stuffed holes packed full with ladyfingers, I needed to dump chud and I needed to do it now. I had surrendered all my filthy holes and now I wanted to surrender my swamp of dressing in their pretty little faces. I warned my little cunt suckers and they backed their faces out of both of my holes. If you want to discuss dedication, I could hear them whimpering to each other like starving kittens as they wished they could keep eating me, commentating on all the hot action. I craned my neck and could see Courtnees (a nickname she got in college because she handed out blow jobs as though they were candy) quivering lower lip out of the corner of my eye, downright distraught even though I knew for a fact that her nose mouth and chin were caked in pussy cream. 

Amilia, the svelte medium-tall buxom brunette, said nothing but sat on her feet and waited patiently on the side of the tub, the water splashing onto the floor as I rocked back and forth on my knees and palms. Taryn was still twisting away on my fleshy knob as though she were waiting for it to pop in her mouth like a cherry. I left out a final, pleading moan and reached around to slap Taryn's head toward the back of my ass, in favor of where she was, crouched by my side.

Taryn the tart (we called her Tar sometimes because her dick boyfriend always tells her he's going to "tar her tonight") sure as hell knew how to suck a cunt and I don't care what she says, it WAS NOT her first cunny meal. 

Her cunt-eatery was lavish, dipping her beak in me to whet her appetite. OMGawwwd she could be the queen of cunnilingus because she was rough and slapped on my clit one last time as though she were swatting away a bug and still had time to sneak up behind me as the three little pigs lined up for their cunt-bath. 

I had once been told that if it doesn't bead in the girls' eyelashes you've done something wrong. Just then, like a porno spunk-hunk jerking his hose in the faces of three little thirsty girls, I reached behind myself and pulled my asshole and my puss apart so that as much juice as possible would spray into the horny grills of my filthy little beavers. With all this prize pussy at my personal disposal desperate to be my receptacle and taking long turns at jabbing their middle digit in my ass and chunny, I officially surrendered in the faces of adversity--literally!

The first squirt from my soon-to-be-bald cunt was a long sustained blast and I could feel it connect between the face it splashed and the hole from which it shot. My cunny slime was always a nice syrupy sugary salty stream that could shoot a foot or two; but the girls and I were in luck because none of them was anything more than 2 inches from my gushing holes. 

They feasted on my second and third shots of grimy gruel, this time I could hear audible splats as the girls were careful to not say a peep all along. The jets in the tub were turned off before--once again these honeyeaters had done this once or twice before-- and wanted to make sure I could hear my own splashing. 

Watery rapids of flavored squirts that were 3, 4, and 5 somehow managed to meet 3 different faces and the girls finally broke their silence with a cheerful giggle as they watched in marvel as my ass and pussy spurted off my load and gave them a three-way honey-hole facial. 

Down on all fours just like I imagined and panting and barking like a fucking dog, my cunny geyser splashing across the faces of three of the dearest and most dedicated pussy suckers I ever had--I was in fucking Heaven. 

Once again I tried to crane my neck, this time to the right, because I tired of imagining, I desperately wanted the real thing--to see my girls with their little slimy noses and faces playing in my fresh greasy pussy slop. 

"Ohhhggghh it's fucking hot!!!" Amilia piped in a filthy half-snarl, half-groan, still catching lassos of clam sauce right in the kisser and wolfing them down, each one individually, feasting on my honey. 

I was alternating squirts with moans while still pinching my pink fluffy flaps wide open like some kind of well-tested lesbian. When my pumping and squirting started to flag a little, someone buried their face in my ass--and yet another pussy-whore in the pussy and licked me until I came again--this time just juicing over her chin as she slurped my goop straight from the source for once not firing my girly dashes of spatter across the room. Spraying like your typical water pistol is always fun but ya no what? I swear for my money absolutely nothing is better than the feeling of your stretched-open holes creaming over a nose chin and tongue. Especially while you are on all fours. 




Going Bald



The girls wrestled over the rights to rinse their already slimy mugs in my second orgasm of the night but it was of no use, my twatty was all done splatting. I came like a pig but there was nothing left in me to squirt, my pooch hole was completely emptied out. 

I had already produced more honey than a farm of industrial beehives but with my own cunt drained and three other full-bodied women full of squirts to give she knew she couldn't take it anymore and reached around and buried her nice long nose in the nearest twat it could smell. They then commenced emptying their individual holes as well. So we did so long into the night--fingers, tongues, toys and thumbs--and even at one point toes! I think I lost my toe ring in Amilia's or Taryn's cunny--not sure who! Lol!! Everyone was all over everyone and as one girl got her pussy licked she would return the favor shortly after by eating an ass. While someone else was dildo and fingered and another raked her huge udders through a spread-open gash. 

I can't lie I longed for a hunk of meat and pints of sperm to guzzle but I wouldn't dream tell the other girls that! Ya no?! 

Needless to say, after all of our twat's were emptied and we could focus on something other than getting our cunnies pummeled--we got back to the task at hand of emptying our mustachioed beeves of any hair as well. 

Just the rich intoxicating aroma of shaving cream in the air was enough to make my cunnie grease up all over again. I swear to god for the life of me nothing hotter than watching my best friend tease me and swirl her lather brush slowly in a fluffy tub of pearly white cream Shearing my sheep was hotter than I ever thought it could be and Court was the best clam shucker--bar none--but Taryn was the best hootie waxer!! When we were done detailing one another's pooch, all four of our choot holes were cue balls. Or cue balds I should say! Lol.. But anyway, yes, real elegant pruning.

"Oh my goodness!" I puffed as I studied my new clean pair of puffy pink labia in the full-length mirror--freshly hair-free--"It looks brand new!" I giggled, totally smitten with the new completely hairless cunt. I'm fucking gorgeous!" I said, juicing up all over again. "Bushy on the head and bald on the bottom indeed!!"

"Wait!" I noticed, however, after more thorough inspection. "You missed a spot!"

Court was thrilled. They had left a spot of hair on the puss to test me.

"Hairlessly flawless! A+++" Amilia squealed, staring.

And with that, and with one little swipe of a razor I was all finished and bald. 

"Unbeatable. We should call you Bald Eagle now!" she practically shouted, with a big smile all over her face.

"Baldy for short," Taryn added with a big cunt-melting smile, stroking my hair. "And ya no what? Now that your all beardless, you can really see how big and fat your clit is, you should get it pierced..it'd be so cute!"

Court agreed and said that I was going to the be the new Queen of Bald Pussy. I don't know about Queen, but I know one thing, it certainly wasn't without its own personality! Courtney had a trunk full of nicknames, seemingly prepared for the occasion.

"Baldy is good," Courtney admitted, but rattled off her own list anyway. "Mrs. Clean! Ms. Bald! Hollywood! Sphinxie! Alicia Alopecia! Sushi! Mowed Lawn! Kojak! Telly Savalas! Who loves ya baby?! We do!"

I was touched by the nicknames but was more interesting in getting touched, all over again.

"Damn your lips are pretty fat and now that they're not hidden anymore--yes, bald--you can see how nice and tight your clam really is," she continued. "I really think you could probably do some modeling.. a real handsome twat. And a strapping bud you've got there. We should have done this years ago!"

As tipsters, Courtney and Taryn had nothing to share--mainly because they had nothing to shave! Hell Courtney even shaved her eyebrows bald. Lol..Even though they are "hollywood lifers" as they called it they did intimate that they had deliberated about giving me a "fade" and had also wrestled with the notion of leaving me a whisker no more than an eyelash. They however, ultimately chosen in favor of seeing me completely bald with the razor in hand. I swear they used the cunny shaving session as a means of getting horny all over again, either that or they were just addicted to plucking each others cunts. So here we were, four pink blonde baldies all dolled up with nowhere to go! It was then that things just got completely horny all over again. 

It was then that I realized what was I really missing without getting fucked by guys the past few months? The past few boyfriends I had in the past year didn't even eat a bitch's cunt. And even if they had, they certainly wouldn't have had me seeing stars like Court, Tar and Amilia.

The next day, when I told my guy friend this story being careful not to leave out even the slightest greasy detail, at first he didn't even believe it and shrugged it off as too good to be true. But when I showed him proof--in the form of a thong drenched in a scent that wasn't mine--and convinced him he told me right away what a filthy little piggy I was and that I deserved to have my mouth washed out with sticky gunk. His. He said his "nuts were the size of golf balls" and were dragging in the dirt all day and that he wished he could poke my pout and stuff my belly with his sperm. Like a little fuzzy squirrel with my cheeks stuffed with nuts! How cute :) All this from a man who refused to fuck me in the ass until my cunny was bald as a faberge egg--boy was I about to show him. Literally!

My guess though, was that even he would have made an exception to his polished pooch rule as he again mentioned his swollen nuts were hot and churning and that he couldn't take hauling around his load of bunkum anymore. My one-time hot time with the girls made him pull his rig over to the side of the road in a wooded area and anchor his dirty work boot soles up against the dash of his truck. 

He said he needed a crank in the worst way. He pulled his fat elephant trunk out and shucked his hard veiny shaved prick up and down as fast as he could, beating his meat like it owed him money. The hot skin bunching around the crown of his purple bulbous bell-end and flattening tight again as it jacked back down to his bloated horse balls. When he was finished tossing himself off, he left go, and tossed his cream, splatting his wad as he redecorated the dashboard with chud. He said he squirted it everywhere, all over in fact, and that he had sprinkled a good half dozen jets--part of me bummed to miss out on all that dirty mudslinging but instantly better when I reminded him there was at least one salty ball of his plunder for each of us horny pigs to call our own and that he better one day present us with our own boodle for our rightful taking. And when I say present to us I mean hose us down. I reminded him openly that I'm never one to miss a chance to stuff my cheeks with free salad cream and would have obliged him by helping myself to his ball bubbly and wolfed down each drop of his heavenly spuzz.

He told me the next time me and my girlfriends have a full meal of pussy planned to invite him--and that he would provide plenty of dessert for us all. It was just as well, I told him, because the thought of him nutting off put me in the mood to deliriously suck cunt. 

When I asked him what the dessert was, he said only that it was addicting, and a warm white confection that was a delicacy and it had a texture entirely its own. I got real excited, I love creamy frosted deserts, it sounded delicious--whatever it was!

The next time I saw him, I had a strange encounter, however, in that he said plainly,

"Say," he said nonchalantly. "It looks different," and I giggled slightly and turned my head.

"Yeah. Lol. It's bald."

"Oh, I didn't notice," he went on to say.

I couldn't tell, was he serious?? Was he playing a game? I mean what was this?

"Are you friggin' kiddin' me??" Melissa was flabbergasted. I mean, it wasn't a big deal or anything, not at all, but it was just strange I guess. I mean how could he not tell, how was it not the first place his eyes went when I got out of the shower, and on top of that, how did he not recoil in joy like so many other guys that've had my pussy.

So to all my grimy girls out there in my opinion you've never been truly fucked until you've done it with alternating hands milking off your clit, a chin and nose buried in your dirt pipe, and a third tongue licking your freshly team-waxed and new deliciously hair-free pussy. And certainly don't forget to tell your boyfriend about the entire creamy encounter (ideally in the morning) because after dragging his balls on the ground all day at work he'll come home and fuck your brains out before giving you the signal and a spritz of grits: the finishing touch. A swine will dine but maybe he will drop his spuds all over your face. Hell, maybe you can bump your hooters up against his tip and he can spank your juggs while he fires off his wad. A real man gives you buckets of spunk. And while he fires dollops of glob you can lick your fingers clean, still strongly smelling of the rich scent of the three bald pussies they were buried to the knuckles in the day before.

It goes without saying I've kept it tight, waxed and bald from that point on. And he loves it. And don't even bother trying to hide it--by Monday morning the shop, office and seemingly all the staff knew about my new decision to go bottomless. I have no idea how! Good news travels fast. My boss, DJ, even asked to see it. I didn't mind, he's always treating me to filthy talk! The guy I've been seeing talks about my shaved pussy so much that I find myself thinking about him when I shave these days and as soon as I get out of the shower with a newly minted putty he fucks my defenseless bald hole senseless. But I'll never forget how I got to where I am today, I'd be nowhere without my girls!

Take my advice chicas..

-@BALD4Life



Going Bananas



Occasionally an occurrence comes from so far out of left field that one has no choice but to just say, "What the fuck?" 

It happened to me recently, Jim, for any of you that care, a benign act at a party that turned my world inside out and sideways. I had never questioned my wife's love or fidelity, not even once. 

Gerry and I have been a couple since high school, I was her first lover, I know this to be true. I have since found after twelve years of marriage, that I wasn't her only, although she is still mine. We have never been too adventurous in the bedroom, not from lack of trying on my part, but from her unwillingness to try new experiences. I have always wanted more of a sexual relationship with her, but I loved her so much that I settled for what I had.

Let me expand on that last paragraph a little, the reason will become clear latter in the story. One evening, shortly after we were married, we had a nice dinner on the town. A little dancing and some romancing, a couple of bottles of wine, the night was perfect to continue our celebration back at home in the bedroom.

I took Gerry in my arms and kissed her with the passion felt only by a few select lovers in history. As our lips touched, the world stopped on it's axis for a moment. Time froze, and to me, our love was the only thing that mattered. As my tongue touched hers, the planets aligned and to this day, I have never felt like that.

I made all the right moves that night, she seemed to melt under my touch. I began to think that this might be the night that we might explore the boundaries of our sex life. I kissed and licked my way around her neck, I made love to her breasts with my tongue. Continuing down, I kissed her until my lips met musky quivering pussy. She exploded in a frenzy such as I'd never seen before, Gerry went wild as I ate her to orgasm after orgasm.

This was the first time she or I had attempted or received oral sex. I hoped that I had pleased her and she might return the favor. I positioned myself with my hard throbbing cock near her mouth, she was tentative, she didn't look pleased anymore but she understood what I wanted. Her tongue pensively tasted my hard flesh, she slowly took me into her mouth and began to suck slowly. 

Gerry then backed off, "I can't do it Honey," she looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Please baby, please, you can do it, I know you can," I groaned.

She again tried to take me into her mouth, but violently wretched and gagged. She ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I tried and tried to comfort her, I thought that I'd done something wrong. Christ, was it me? Did I taste that bad? Her answer to all my questions was no, she told me it was her, it was in her head, the idea was too much for her. Needless to say, I was left with a hard dick and a crying wife.

That night ended all thoughts of oral sex for me, at least on the receiving end. Gerry very much enjoyed it when I went down on her, but the favor was never to be returned. She felt too much like a whore and thought that I would never again respect her if she were to perform that vilest of all acts for me.

So our life went on, we lived a good life. The manufacturing business I'd started was booming, each year for us was better and better. The crazy little company that started in my garage was now a very large player with a Department of Defense contract. In fact, we were almost the sole customer of Gerry's family owned electronic supply company. Joe, Gerry's dad, was now finally seeing a return on the business he had put his whole life into. Although I was never Joe's favorite person, he seemed content to ride my shirt tail to prosperity. 

Gerry's mom, now she's a real piece of work. I call her the Church lady, so, so self righteous, her word comes straight from god, at least according to her. Gerry listens to her mother's bullshit too much if you ask me, but somehow we seem to avoid each other. 

Now that you've got a little piece of the picture, let's fast forward to the reason for my story.

It was a Friday evening, and we were having some friends over for diner. Three other couples that we saw frequently were coming over for an evening of food and drink. The food was great, Gerry had really out done herself with dinner. After eating, the guys as per usual gravitated to the pool table in the game room, and the girls were happy to sit around the kitchen table sipping wine and gossiping or what ever they do.

My beer was empty so I headed for the kitchen to get another. As I got to the door, I could hear the girls laughing like a bunch of hens, I hesitated before going in and stood back for a second to see what was so funny. Sandy, one of the other wives, was demonstrating for the other girls, the proper technique of a blow job using a banana. I stood there hidden from them, I was intrigued, and yes, I was getting hard and enjoying the hell out of it.

My attention was on Sandy and the way she instructed the girls. I could only dream that Gerry would use this new found information on me later, but I knew it would never happen. Sandy worked that fruit over taking almost half of it down her throat before gagging and coming up for air.

The other girls seemed to be enthralled in the display like I was, but not my darling Gerry. Gerry seemed amused but not particularly impressed by Sandy's abilities. Without a word, Gerry reached for a banana, tore it from the bunch and proceeded to deep throat the whole thing down to the stem. She didn't flinch, not a gag, she seemed to be massaging the thing with her throat muscles. She pulled it out slowly with an "mmmmmm" sound as it slid effortlessly from her mouth.

An amazed Sandy exclaimed, "Jesus girl, where in the hell did you learn that?"

You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard Gerry reply, "Practice, practice, practice."

The hard dick in my pants was gone and maybe even showing signs of shrinkage. I just watched the most incredibly sexy thing that Gerry had ever done, and it signaled the end of everything to me.

As I entered the kitchen the words were already rolling off my tongue, "Well that was impressive, but I wonder who she was practicing on? It certainly wasn't her husband," I said to no one in particular.

Gerry's head snapped around to see me enter the doorway, "Jim, I can..."

"Yeah, I bet you can. Girls, I think the party is over," I said as they all stared at me.

"Now wait a minute Jim, this isn't what it looks like and the girls aren't going anywhere," Gerry said trying to cover herself and keep her allies near.

"Ok, they can stay Gerry, but I want you out of here in ten minutes," I said flatly.

"Jim, you can't be serious," Gerry exclaimed.

"GET THE FUCK OUT! Is that clear enough for you?"

Still refusing to move, "I can explain, it all a big mis..." Gerry spewed.

I cut her off mid sentence, "I think I understand perfectly, my darling wife is a professional fellatrix and I'm not the beneficiary of her talents."

By then, the other guys had gathered to see what was going on, all but John, a fact that wasn't wasted on me or Pam, his wife. She bolted from the table to see where he was, and found him still in the game room. I followed the action at that point, wandering what new developments were in store.

Pam was in his face with rancor, "Is that where you got the idea that I learn to deep throat?" she hissed.

"Now Pam, jus..." that's all he got out before her left fist connected with his nut sack. John went down hard to the floor and was having a lot of trouble breathing.

"Don't you dare come home, not now, not ever," Pam said with venom and whirled to leave.

Turning to the others, "Well, it's been quite an evening, I think you should ALL leave now," I said with emphasis on the ALL. 

I turned and left Gerry standing there with her mouth open, a thing that if she would have been willing to do for me, I would have never discovered her little secret. Walking slowly, I went to one of the spare rooms and locked the door. Sleep evaded me and I wandered how things had come to this, I also tried to imagine what life was going to be like without Gerry.

The next morning I found the house empty. I made some coffee and ate toast. Before I could get into the swing of feeling really sorry for myself, the doorbell rang. It was the Church lady.

"Oh swell, it's you," came tumbling from my mouth.

"I came for some of Gerry's things. If you would be so kind as to stand aside, I will get them and leave as soon as possible," she stated in a rehearsed tone.

"Well let me help you, that'll speed your highnesses' departure," I said with a bow, waving her into the house.

I followed her to the bedroom and produced a suitcase for her to pack. She packed in silence, I watched. When she had finished loading the case, she hesitated, she had something on her mind. In her normal blunt manor, I didn't have to wait long to find out what she was thinking.

"Jim, I know that this is all a big misunderstanding, what will it take to make you come back to your senses?" she asked matter of factly.

Being the quick wit that I am, "A blow job," I said bluntly.

Her face tried not to show the disgust she had for me, "Well, I'm sure that Gerry..."

Thinking quickly on how to best push the envelope, "Not from Gerry, from you," I commanded.

She girded herself and took a deep breath, "If that's what it will take to bring you to your senses..."

I cut her off, "I knew it, you're way too willing, it was you all along, you're the one that told her that I would think she was a whore. You hypocritical old cunt, its ok in your eyes to be another man's whore but not for your husband. You're the one that filled her head with all that bullshit," I huffed.

"What's wrong with a woman wanting the same as a man? You all fuck around behind your wives back. Why shouldn't we have a little fun as well?" She demanded.

I was incredulous, "I could give a shit what you and your dickhead husband do, but for your information, I have never cheated on Gerry, not all men as you put it, are that way."

"Please, you can't be serious, you just asked me for a blow job, who's the hypocrite here?"

"I asked to see how far you were willing to go in this little charade, I would rather stick my dick in an alligator's mouth than let you near me. I think you should go now, tell Gerry to expect a call from my attorney," I said, and took the suitcase to the door.

Monday morning, I went straight to the loading dock when I got to work. I instructed the foreman to load the last shipment we had received from Joe's company onto a truck and take it back. As expected, Joe was on the phone within the hour. He was demanding to know why the shipment was returned. I simply told him that I was overpaying and would be doing business with a new supplier, then hung up the phone.

I left instructions with my secretary for her tell Joe I was busy when he showed up, it wouldn't take him long to get there. Within half an hour or so, I could hear him in the outer office. I sat back with my feet up and made the bastard sweat.

Three hours later, I walked out of the office headed home for the day. Joe was on his feet immediately trying to get my attention. "Jim, I need a word with you," 

"I'm busy right now Joe, see my secretary, maybe she can squeeze you in next week," I said coldly.

"Jim, I'm begging you, don't do this to me, we're family Jim," he pleaded.

"Cut the crap Joe, I'm not part of your family now, I never really was for that matter. I let you slide by for Gerry's sake, I've been paying at least twenty percent more than I should because you are her father. Gerry shit on me and I don't have any reason to pay your premium any more," I said.

"Jim please, I'll be ruined, I've got every dime I have tied up just trying to keep up with your demand for product. For old time sake, I'll cut the price ten percent, just please don't do this," he begged.

"Old time sake my ass, now that I see how your family feels about respect and loyalty, why should I? You're all liars and cheats, one just as bad as the other. You and yours looked down on me, I owe you nothing," I hesitated for a minute, after all business is business, "I'm a fair man Joe, you give me your rock bottom price and if it's suitable, we'll do business."

"That's all I ask Jim, thank you I'll get you the price you want." He sighed in relief.

I could have, maybe should have, made the old prick squirm but that would have been just mean. I'd exposed them all to themselves for what they were, now I was done with the lot and actually felt better for ridding myself of them. All but Gerry of course, I was still saddened by her infidelity but there was no way that I would forgive her for her actions or stupidity.

She called me the next day and thanked me for what I did for Joe, she started to tell me how sorry she was but cut her off and hung up, I just wasn't in the mood to listen to her excuses or think about her cheating on me again.

Our divorce was peaceful enough, as peaceful as those thing can get at any rate. Gerry accepted my semi-generous settlement without question. 

I've moved on, and have started dating again. It's been fun exploring new sexual exploits, all except oral sex, every time a woman's lips get near my dick it runs for cover. I've found that even after all that's happened, I still think about Gerry sometimes, I loved her and it's hard to forget that, so I still send gifts on all of the usual occasions, you know, Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries so she never forgets either. Yep, I send her a dozen yellow ripe bananas so she never ever forgets. Ciao y'all.



Going Bananas



"Laugh all you want to." Skylar said as she set her pom poms down on the bench, ripped off her cheerleading outfit and sports bra, and headed toward the shower. "You all like dick just as much I do, I'm just not afraid to admit it." 

She knew her first mistake, had been telling Missy, Jen and Heather that she wanted to lose her anal cherry, but ever since she had read that magazine article she had been very curious.

She stood under the steaming water watching the droplets bounce off her tiny titties and listened to Jen snicker. "Does that crazy bitch really think her ass will get bigger just by letting some dude cum in it?" 

Then Missy peeked her head in the curtain. "Hey Sky, have you decided who you're going to let do the honors? I heard Jake Knox has a big ole banana dick." 

Heather joined in. "Yeah, maybe he can stretch you out so you don't even feel it when the rest of the football team take their turn reaming your ass hole."

Skylar knew the teasing and laughing weren't going to stop anytime soon, so she just stuck her middle finger in the air, turned her back on them and ran her fingers through her wet hair.

Ever since she had moved here, almost two years ago now, she had been trying to fit in. It just seemed like the harder she tried, the harder the other girls pushed her away. 

She had to admit it was a shock leaving the big city and coming to this shit town, but she thought she had done everything right. 

She had joined a local church and started singing in the choir, she was active in as many clubs and extracurricular activity as possible, she made the cheer squad, and after the first few months she had adjusted to their fashion sense and even started trying to talk like they did. She was beginning to realize it was never gonna happen so it was time to start making her own way.

The other cheerleaders had started to undress and were filtering into the shower around her. Skylar let one hand slide to her left breast and the other one all the way down to her freshly shaven crotch.

As the other girls stared in an awed silence, she rubbed her nipple and worked her fingers into her tight pussy. She expected them to laugh or point, but instead they just stood there with their jaws on the floor. She continued twisting her fingers until one of them hit her clit and her knees started to tremble. She pictured Jake Knox mounting her from behind, with his "big ole banana dick" and she experienced a screaming orgasm right there in front of a shower full of the most popular girls in school. Then she just walked out of the shower, toweled off slowly, dressed and headed home.

Her parents were in the kitchen when she got home. Mom was making dinner, and Dad was flipping through the paper. She tried to sneak quietly and go upstairs but Mom heard her. 

"Hey Sweetie." Mom said . "How was your day?

"Fine." Skylar said, and tried to continue up the stairs, but Mom peeked her head out into the hallway.

"Come here, I have a surprise for you." Mom said.

"Oh shit!" Skylar said, as she stopped halfway up and then wondered what Mom had up her sleeve. When she stepped into the kitchen she had to smile, there was a bunch of bananas sitting on the counter in front of Mom, and Dad had peeled one halfway down and was about to shove it into his mouth.

"I made your favorite, banana bread!" Mom said, pointing to the oven with a giant smile.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." Skylar replied, as she tore a banana from the bunch and headed upstairs. She had seen the way her parents looked at each other in confusion, and she appreciated that they cared, but she knew they would never understand.

She set the banana down on her dresser, and fought back tears as she undressed slowly in front of the mirror. Her tits were very small, but perky, unlike Heather's massive cans that just hung there, and her nipples were a damn near, perfect pink and pointed straight up in the air. She definitely didn't have a six-pack by any means, but her stomach was flat and her skin always had a perfect tan, even in the winter. She turned around and looked over her shoulder as she slid her shorts down over her hips. She knew she had a great ass, she had been told so on many occasions, and just recently she had caught the choir leader at church , Mr. Crescent, checking it out as she walked past him. She had to admit, she was even getting turned on now, as she watched her cotton panties slide down her cheeks and expose the top of her crack. Even though her legs were thin and she'd been called "Chicken Legs" she had been blessed with a nice full ass.

She stepped out of her panties, grabbed the banana and made her way over to the bed, still in full view of the mirror. She laid on her back on the bed, lifted her knees to her chest and spread them so she had a full view of her tight little slit and puckered ass hole.

She placed two fingers in her mouth, sucked on them, then slid them down to her tender little mound and rubbed gently as she put the end of the banana in her mouth with the other hand. 

She was surprised, and even a bit embarrassed at her own actions. She knew the other girls thought she was a slut, but she had very little experience with this sort of thing. 

She had sucked off Brady Bomback behind his grandparents shed that one time last summer, but he came within seconds of entering her mouth and hadn't even gotten fully erect. 

She fucked her mouth slowly with the banana as she continued to rub the tips of her fingers over her mound, and then let one slip into her glistening hole which was already slick with her moisture. She wiggled them around inside for a moment, then replaced them with the tip of the banana and watched as it slid halfway in past her lips. She smiled at herself in the mirror, as a wave of pleasure rushed over her. It felt awkward, but strangely amazing to see an inanimate object plunging inside of her. She wet her pointer finger again and forced the tip into her butt. It wasn't as bad as she had expected, it gave her a very pleasant full feeling, and it didn't even really hurt. She wiggled it around a bit and couldn't believe how amazing it felt. She worked the banana up and down in her crotch and wiggled her finger deeper into her butt. A deep, desperate moan escaped her lips and surprised her as her thigh muscles tightened and her whole body shook with pleasure. She wasn't exactly sure why, but she really wanted the banana in her ass when she came. 

She yanked it out of her pussy and tried to work it into her star hole. At first it felt similar to her finger, but then she felt the pain set in as it started to stretch her tender flesh. She tried to imagine Jake's cock or even Dad's teeth closing in on the tender pulp, but nothing helped until her mind floated back to those ditzy bitches in the shower. Suddenly the pain turned to pleasure, as she pounded it deep into her rectum. Her mouth went dry, and her nipples became instantly erect as her fingers found their way back to her screaming cunt, and flicked at her clit.

She was still trembling and enjoying the tingling sensation running through her core when she heard the knock on her bedroom door.

"Are you okay, Hon?" Her father asked.

"Just a minute, Daddy." She answered, as she pulled the fruit out of her sore hole and slipped into her shorts and top.

When she opened the door he was holding a plate with two slices of buttered banana bread, and wearing that silly grin she was so fond of. He followed her back to the bed and sat down beside her. She could feel every bounce of the bed between her legs as he made himself comfortable, tore off a piece of the bread and placed it between her lips. 

It made her hot all over again to watch his eyes move across the room to her bra and wet panties still crumpled on the floor, and the stinky banana resting on her dresser. She knew he had to be assuming something, and she couldn't help but shiver as he placed his hand on her bare thigh. 

"So what's on your mind, Sky?" He asked. 

She had never talked about sex with either of her parents. Mom had explained some stuff about the female anatomy when Sky first got her period, but that was it. She definitely wasn't ready to start now with Dad, especially with her tender sphincter and the sensation of her orgasm still fresh in her mind. Plus, she couldn't stop wondering how big his cock was and how it would feel forcing itself inside her. 

She wasn't sure why she did it, but she tore of a small piece of banana bread with the fingers that had just been in her cooch, and fed it to him, making sure they touched his tongue. "Just some stupid bitches at school." She said.

"Well, you look tense." He said. "Why don't you flip over on your belly and let your old man try to rub some of those knots out of you."

She turned over, thinking she may have looked a bit too eager as she stuck her butt up in the air.

"Does it have to do with boys?" He asked as he placed his hand in the small of her back, forced her down and then straddled her.

She thought she could feel him poking her crack as he rocked back and forth on top of her rubbing her shoulders roughly. She couldn't help notice the banana on the dresser and the look in his eyes as he moved. She closed her eyes and fantasized that he was fucking her. "They just give me a lot of shit for still being a virgin at eighteen." She responded, hoping to arouse him.

Instead he dismounted her and headed towards the door. "I hope that helped a little." He said. "But make your own decisions, don't let anyone change who you are."

She laid there feeling disappointed and horny as ever. Even her dad didn't get it. She wasn't a virgin, but she didn't want to tell him that, she just wanted a man, any man at this point, to possess her completely. She grabbed a pillow, shoved it between her legs and humped it until she came again.

When she woke up the next morning, she was nervous about going to school. She was sure everyone in the whole town had heard about her little show, and would work even harder at avoiding her. 

She found out she was partially right. Missy, Jen and Heather, kept their distance, pointed and snickered , but she seemed to have reached some kind of celebrity with everyone else. Some of the girls she had never even really talked to, came and sat at her lunch table, and most of the guys seemed extra friendly, opening doors for her, and Jake Knox even offered to carry her books at one point. This made her feel good in a way, and at first she even wanted to accept, but the last thing she needed was pity, so she just pushed past them, with her chest out, and her nose in the air.

On the way home from school Skylar started to feel a bit overwhelmed. She didn't really know what to think, before she was upset because no one would talk to her, and now that she had their attention, she was kind of upset about that. About the time she was beginning to feel hopeless, she noticed a car that looked vaguely familiar. It pulled over to the side of the road in front of her, the driver window went down and a man poked his head out. It was Mr. Crescent.

At first she wanted to turn and run. He was one of the last people she wanted to talk about sex to, for various reasons, but he greeted her with a very welcoming smile.

"Hey Sky! Why don't you hop in, I can give you a lift."

He was one the of only people that called her that, and for some reason, she really liked it. It wasn't so much the word itself but the way it sounded leaving his mouth. 

"I want to show you something down by the river, then if your still up for it, we can go for ice cream." He said.

After she got in the car, they drove in silence for awhile, until Mr. Crescent finally broke the ice.

"I should tell you. I heard the rumor going around, and you and I aren't that much different." He said.

Sky wrinkled her face. "What? You want it in the ass too?"

He laughed. "I didn't hear that part, I just mean we both went a long time without losing our virginity. "

Sky tried to smile, but she could feel herself turning red. "Why? Was it a religious thing?"

He laughed even harder. "No. I've never been part of a religion. The choir thing is just about music. I didn't lose my virginity in high school cuz I was scared to be called "One Nut."

"What?" She said, with a smirk as she involuntarily glanced at his crotch.

He pulled the car over next to a bridge. "I ran my bike into a tree when I was ten, and smashed my junk on the bar. They had to take the left one. Every time I got close with a girl, that's all I could think about. I'd eventually make an excuse and back out."

"So have you been with a girl?" Sky asked as they got out of the car.

Mr. Crescent reached in the back for a blanket. "Not yet. I still get really nervous."

Sky felt bold. Finally someone was on her level. "We'll it should be easy with me. I know your secret."

He took her hand, and they walked slowly down a wooded path that looked down at the water.

"I'll still probably get really nervous." He said. "Even though I trust you, it's just been a thing for so long.

Skylar stopped suddenly, got down on her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. 

Mr. Crescent tensed up and he began to stutter. "S...S...Sk...Sk Ska...Ska...Sky!" But then he went silent, and watched as she slipped his long, thin cock from his fly. She wrapped her lips around it, and slid them up and down as she undid his belt and worked his pants over his hips.

He gasped, as she cupped her hand around his ball sack, and began to slam his dick deep into her throat. 

She didn't think it felt that strange, the whole one nut thing.

All she could compare it to was Brady Bomback's, but she really hadn't paid much attention to his, she was just more worried about what would happen if he blew his wad in her mouth. 

Mr. Crescent jumped back and yanked up his pants. "Lets go." He said, as he headed up the hill. 

Skylar chased behind, hoping she hadn't done anything to upset him. She really liked Mr. Crescent, always had ever since her first choir practice, when he winked at her as he shook her hand at the door.

"You're gonna love this!" He said, as she finally caught up to him.

At first it just looked liked a dirty old wall covered with graffiti, but in reality it was a cave carved out pf the side of a hill overlooking the river.

"How come I've never heard of this place?" Sky asked, as she stepped inside and took in everything around her. There was actually a sofa sitting on an old rug against the cave wall, and a candle burned almost all the way down resting on an end table.

Mr. Crescent lit a match and held it to the wick, lighting up the room around them. "Creeps most people out." He said, as a giant painted skull appeared on the ceiling above them.

He spread the blanket over the couch, then walked to the mouth of the cave, where Skylar watched as an eagle soared over the river just above the tips of the trees. He gathered all the strength he could muster, just to slip in behind her, place his hands on her hips. He wanted to do so much more, but he was so intimidated by her quiet confidence, that it was as if he were frozen in place, behind her.

He was completely surprised when Sky put her hands on top of his and pushed down, sliding her pants over her hips. He couldn't help but look down and check out those full cheeks that blossomed out of her crack, and peeked at him from beneath the elastic of her panties.

He felt a tug at his fly as his cock started to harden, and even though he felt a bit self conscious, he knew this is what he wanted. He stepped in closer, letting his stiffness rub against her, and was thrilled when he felt her body relax against him.

"I want you in my ass...Now! She said, whispering up into his ear.

"You want me to carry you back to the couch so we will be more comfortable? He asked.

"I said now! Skylar demanded as she pushed back, placing her hands on his knees, and grinding her ass against his crotch.

He felt a rush of confidence now as he slid her pants down the rest of the way and ripped open his fly.

Skylar licked her finger, slid it between her legs, ran it around the perimeter of her anus, then let it slip in.

Mr. Crescent's heart pounded as he took his dick in his hand and began to stroke it. He had always had a giant crush on Skylar, and even though he knew she was a bit wild for his taste, this would be a great way to start.

He couldn't believe how tight she was, and even though he was scared to hurt her, he thrust forward, because he couldn't wait any longer to be inside her.

Skylar flinched as her fingers moved to her clit, and there was a tinge of pain in her groan. This excited him more than he could ever imagine as pleasure brushed against the head of his penis, slid down the shaft, and slammed into his ball sack.

Skylar had known it was going to hurt, but she ignored the pain as he slammed inside of her. She couldn't help but feel free as his fingertips dug into her skin, and spread her cheeks apart. 

She really liked Mr. Crescent, maybe even loved him a little bit, and even though she knew it would hurt him, she couldn't wait to call him "One Nut" to Missy, Jen and Heather. Besides having an even fuller ass then she already had, it would be her ticket to the popularity she had always craved.

She felt his legs tense up and his cock become even tighter against her soft tushie, as he trembled, shook and let out a scream. She knew he was filling her with his hot load as her finger bumped against her clit and she rubbed herself to a shuddering climax.

After they stood there for a moment panting and shaking, she took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. He sat down and she climbed on top of him, and showered him with kisses.

"What do we do now?" She asked.

"Well, I did promise you ice cream." Mr. Crescent said, with an awkward smile.

"Sounds perfect!"

"Do you know what kind you want?" 

"Surprise me!"

"How bout a Banana Split?"