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Brandy's College Education

By: storied_life



Brandy marched across campus with a determination she had never known. 

She was so focused in fact, that for once she didn't notice all the usual glances, stares and double takes she caused when she walked by. Brandy had an angelic face, with large, bright, brown eyes, her face was framed in shoulder-length, shiny, brown hair, which bobbed and swayed when she moved. This heavenly visage was contrasted, by her body, which looked as if it had been made for sin.

She was adorned in a pair of soft, skintight yoga pants and a form fitting t-shirt. The tiny tee had the words, property of Trinity College, stretched across her chest. Brandy's petite, athletic body was a real showstopper. Walking briskly, as she was, caused her breasts to bounce and her bum to wiggle almost obscenely.

In her hand she clutched a letter, sent from the school's athletic director. It explained that due to tightening budgets, certain school programs were about to be cut. Enrollment at Trinity College, where Brandy had just begun her freshman year, was down, as was alumni donations. Rumor around campus was that one of the programs to be cut was cheerleading.

This news did not sit well with the tempting teen. In fact, one of the main reasons she enrolled was to be with her best friend Lauren on the cheerleading squad. So far, things had gone according to plan, they both easily made the team and were enjoying their newfound freedom on campus. They shared a dorm room and most everything else, being almost inseparable. Unfortunately, Lauren was in class when Brandy heard the news. So she was off to make a desperate plea, to the dean of the college, by herself. In her haste she almost ran over one of her classmates, causing him to nearly drop his laptop. 

"Hey Brandy, where's the fire?"

She spun back at him. "What? Do I know you?" 

"Uh, yeah. It's Ted, we're on the squad together."

"Excuse me?" Brandy questioned.

"I'm uh, the Trinity tiger. I mean...I wear the tiger mascot costume."

"Oh! Yeah. I didn't recognize you out of your costume."

"No problem. So did you hear about the cuts? Too bad, huh? You guys are looking great. I mean, really great." He looked Brandy up and down as he spoke. Admiring how the outfit hugged every inch of the curvy coed.

"It won't happen, not if I can help it." She promised. 

"Gotta go Tim, no time for small talk."

"Uh, it's Ted." He muttered as she turned to go.

As Brandy walked away, Ted stared longingly after her. The way her ass wiggled when she walked was hypnotic. He had joined the squad once he failed to make the football team. Only realizing after the fact, what a great gig it was. Sure, he had to wear a ridiculous costume that was really uncomfortable, but he got to spend a lot of time with some really hot girls. His favorite was Brandy. He never missed an opportunity to sneak a peek up her skirt if she was at the top of a pyramid, which was often, since she was one of the smaller girls on the squad. In fact, during one practice, he snuck into the locker room, while the squad was still on the field and stole her tiny panties from her gym bag. Back in his room, he celebrated the score by jerking off on them. 

What I wouldn't give to get my hands on her for real. There has to be a way...he thought.

Meanwhile, Brandy entered the administration building and headed down a long hall towards the far end. She walked into a reception area and was met by an elderly nun, seated at a desk.

"Excuse me sister. Is Dean Grimes in?" "He is my dear. But he has a meeting in a few minutes. What seems to be the problem, perhaps I can help."

"Thank you sister, no. I need to see the dean."

"Well, I'm sorry. That just isn't possible dear."

Brandy glanced at the large wooden door that separated the outer waiting area from the office that lay beyond. She had never even met the dean, but had seen his photo on the college website and in her enrollment materials. She wasn't sure if she would succeed, but she was determined to try and convince him to spare her cheerleading team.

Suddenly, desperation took hold of Brandy and she bolted towards the door. The old nun was so caught off guard that she couldn't get a word out until Brandy had opened the heavy door and scooted inside. As she slammed it shut behind her, she heard the nun shouting for her to stop.

Brandy turned from the door and recognized the dean immediately, seated behind a large desk. He removed his glasses, raised an already arched eyebrow and said, "Hello, can I help you young lady?"

Dean Grimes was a tall man in his mid-50s. He had a full head of dark hair, but it was greasy and styled badly. What was most striking was that his face looked to be red and swollen, from a life of too much drinking. 

Brandy marched right up to the large wooden desk and delivered her disjointed, but passionate plea. 

"Dean Grimes, my name is Brandy, I'm one of your cheerleaders, I mean one of the school's cheerleaders. Please, please, please don't cut the cheerleading program, cheering means so much to me. You can probably save the squad with a snap of your fingers. And it's really important to the school, for school spirit, you know what I mean? I know times are tough, enrollment is down, but you can't put a price on school spirit, can you? Can you? I don't think you can, I don't think..."

As Brandy was babbling, the door opened and the nun walked in. "I'm sorry sir, she ran right past me."

"That's all right sister. I always have an open door for the student body...and what a body," he added under his breath, as Brandy had turned to face the nun.

The dean wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he knew a good thing when he saw it. "Sister, please cancel my 2:00."

"Yes, sir." The elderly nun turned and left, closing the door behind her.

"Now. Where were we? Ah, yes, school spirit. You certainly seem to have it in spades my dear."

"It is possible I have underestimated the importance of cheerleading. Perhaps you would give me a demonstration, so I can better appreciate the effect it can have."

"You want me to do a cheer? Here? Now?" She asked.

"Yes. Show me your school spirit."

"Uh, ok. Sure."

It was an odd request and Brandy knew she had to be careful. She had learned, over the summer, at her family reunion, that her body could get her in and out of trouble. She turned her back on the dean and took a deep breath. If cheering for this old pervert can help save the squad, I'll do it. I'll have him eating out of my hand. She took the bottom of her t-shirt and tied it up into a knot, exposing her toned tummy, mimicking the cropped top of her cheer uniform. Brandy let her hand rest for a moment on her stomach, it felt funny inside. She was nervous. She was never nervous when she cheered, but this was special. She was cheering to save the team.

"I'm a busy man Brandy."

She decided to do one the squad's basic sideline routines. Using very precise movements she spun back towards her sole spectator and launched into a series of hand claps, fist pumps, hip thrusts, head bobs, leg kicks and shoulder shimmies. Of course, she wore the trademark smile and displayed the upbeat, sassy attitude that most men found totally intoxicating.

At one point, her hands sat on her head and she swung her hips back and forth. Finally launching into a spin and ending up in a position down on one knee with her arms overhead in a v shape.

The dean was fixated on her and offered some polite applause once she finished her routine. "Your spirit is impressive." He said, as he continued to look her up and down. Brandy quickly stood, realizing what a submissive position the cheer had left her in. 

There was an awkward silence, so Brandy blurted out, "Sir, I'll do anything to save the cheerleading squad." 

"Indeed?" The dean liked the sound of this.

Once she realized what she implied, Brandy tried to backtrack. "I mean, I bet we can hold some fundraisers to help offset the cost, you know a car wash, a kissing booth, umm. I uh..."

"I really think I need to see more of your spirit," he said calmly. "Take off your shirt."

"What?!? I don't think I should do that sir."

"As you said, all it will take is a snap of my fingers." He snapped his fingers for effect.

Brandy bit her lip, like a little girl unsure of what to do. Then timidly pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside.

"Very nice. Now take off your pants."

Brandy closed her eyes and taking the waistband of her yoga pants, wiggled out of them.

She now stood with her hands clasped in front of her. Wearing only a bright yellow bra and matching thong panty. They had a small white polka dot pattern; white lace adorned the edge of the 32-B cups. A small white bow sat between the bra cups and at the center of the waistband of the small panties.

"My goodness. You are an adorable little thing aren't you? Look at that cute little underwear."

"Thank you sir. I'm glad you like them. Umm, uh, now about the team." She stuttered.

"Yes. Come sit on my lap, so we can discuss it."

Brandy tentatively sat her self down on the dean's leg, keeping her eyes averted and trying to keep his focus on the topic at hand, rather than on her hot little body. But negotiating in her bra and panties made Brandy feel self-conscious.

"Now, sir can we discuss..."

The dean ignored, or didn't hear what she said. He had other things on his mind. He reached up and took her chin in his hand, turning her face towards him. 

"First things first. Where is that beautiful smile Brandy?"

Brandy giggled nervously and offered the brightest, sweetest smile her new admirer had ever seen. There was an almost mischievous nature to Brandy's smile. When she flashed it, even innocently, most men took it as flirting and were easily smitten.

He held her face in one of his large hands and ran his thumb across Brandy's soft, full lips. "You're so young, so sweet, so pretty."

"And you smell delicious Brandy, like strawberries." Brandy absent-mindedly accepted the compliment and wondered what kind of old, stale cologne the dean wore. He smelt awful to her.

He slid his finger into Brandy's mouth. She tried to act as natural as possible and allowed one of his large, sausage-like fingers inside. Obediently she closed her lips around it and allowed him to slide it, in and out of her mouth.

Give Dean Grimes a kiss.

Brandy squirmed. Uh, well...ok.

Brandy leaned in and planted a light kiss on his cheek. 

I think the man responsible for saving the cheerleading team deserves a bit more. He forced his red, swollen face to hers and smothered her mouth with a loud, sloppy kiss.

Brandy's head was spinning; did he mean he was saving the team? "Wait..."

The dean continued to kiss Brandy's face, neck and chest. "No, please..." 

She struggled to get off his lap, but was held firmly in place.

The dean quickly repositioned Brandy so that she was completely on his lap. With little material between them, she could feel his sudden erection poking against her. Wrapping his hands around her tiny waist, the dean began moving her back and forth along the lump on his lap, pressing her against it.

"Oh my god!" Brandy gasped, thinking it was going to burst right through his pants at any moment, causing her breathing to increase.

The dean grinned watching her reaction and began running his hands all over the luscious little coed. Everywhere he touched was silky smooth and so soft. He groped her perky breasts. They were so perfectly round and the dean's fingers found their way inside the small, padded cups. Squeezing her tender breasts and teasing her hardening nipples.

Brandy whimpered, "No, no please." 

She was speaking to herself as much as the dean, as she struggled to not give in to her growing arousal. Being molested was causing Brandy's eyes to moisten with tears, but was also beginning to moisten the crotch of her small panties.

"Yes! Yes, that a girl. You love that cock."

This is so wrong. Brandy thought. But he'll save the team if I let him touch me, I think. What should I do? She groaned softly, "Oh no, Dean Grimes, please." 

"Move your ass," he groaned.

Brandy felt humiliated, being used by the dean. But found herself grinding her firm, but fleshy bum against what now felt like an iron rod.

As she straddled him, Brandy's gaze caught sight of many plaques, certificates and awards adorning the dean's office. She wondered if she just another trophy for him.

His voice brought her attention back. "Whose property are you?"

"Huh?" 

Brandy was caught off guard at first, then realized it was a reference to that silly t-shirt she had on. With the dean now squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands and his cock poking against her panty-covered pussy. Brandy felt she had little choice but to give in to him. Her will was broken and her naturally submissive nature was now as thoroughly exposed as her body was. 

"Oh sir...I'm yours. I'm your little cheerleader."

The dean cackled loudly, knowing that he had her. 

"Get on the desk, on your back." When Brandy hesitated, he barked, "Do as you're told. Lay down on the desk."

This can't be happening she thought as she climbed from the dean's lap onto the hard wooden desk.

The dean positioned her so her head was hanging off the edge of the desk. He proceeded to undo his pants and remove his old, rigid cock. 

He dangled it right over Brandy's beautiful face. "For the squad Brandy, think of the squad."

Reluctantly, Brandy extended her tongue and ran it along the underside of the deans cock, causing him to groan.

The dean allowed her to lick it for a few minutes, before force-feeding it to her. Brandy couldn't help but gag a little, taking the considerable cock in her mouth, from upside down. Dean Grimes undressed as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh yeah. You cheerleaders really know how to suck cock don't you?"

Brandy whimpered at his taunt. She was relieved when he withdrew it. But her hopes of him finishing quickly were dashed as he spun her around on the hard, smooth desk and pulled her towards him.

She looked up helplessly at the dean, he was so creepy looking. He reached for her small underwear and tried tugging them off, while she squirmed to prevent it.

"No, we can't. Please!"

But the dean was not to be denied. He still spoke slowly, but now there was an intensity now, that bordered on maniacal. 

"Now Brandy, be a good little cheerleader for Dean Grimes."

He easily won the tug of war with Brandy over the small, yellow thong.

With her legs pointed at the ceiling, the dean ran his swollen cock along Brandy's moist slit. 

"Now Brandy, I am going to fill you with my school spirit."

"Oh, sir..." Brandy gasped as she felt the dean's swollen cock violate her. He eased it into her tight pussy, inch, after inch. Brandy was mortified; her first college experience was with the school dean, a disgusting, middle-aged man. 

He proceeded to work his cock in and out of tight teen.

"Now, now, Brandy. Show me your spirit. Take off your bra, show me those little breasts."

When she didn't do anything, but whimper. He repeated the order. "I said, show me!"

Brandy felt slightly embarrassed that the dean had called them small, but reluctantly removed her bra, revealing a perfect pair of breasts. Round, flawless and capped off by a brownish nipple. They were only a B-cup, but they were more than enough, on such a small girl. Brandy and the dean were both fixated on her breasts, as they shook back and forth from the force of their fucking. 

The dean was animalistic as he began driving his cock in and out of his prey faster. Brandy needed to look away from the grotesque face hovering above her. But the dean had other plans. "Cheer for me!"

"What?"

"You heard me! Do a cheer for me." He growled.

Brandy swallowed hard and then began a soft chant, "Go Dean, go!" 

It felt humiliating to be encouraging him in this manner.

"Go Dean, go!"

The Dean picked up his pace with Brandy's pretend enthusiasm.

The dean's increased pace increased Brandy's arousal and she was now getting close to an orgasm. 

"Oh! Oh, no." How could this disgusting old man cause her to get me so turned on? She wondered.

Brandy knew what was coming and in an almost in an almost delirious state she said, "Sir, please save the cheerleading squad. I'm yours to command. Your little cheerleader."

"Oh! Uh! Uh!" Brandy's body betrayed her as an orgasm shot through her.

The dean cackled, seeing her writhe on his desk. He slowed his pace and continued to taunt her. "You little cheer sluts are all the same. I want that ass, bend over my desk."

He rolled her over and roughly bent her over his desk.

With no resistance left Brandy allowed herself to be repositioned. Her feet were on the floor now, but she felt weak in the knees and her head was still spinning from the orgasm. 

Brandy felt so vulnerable, offering her beautiful behind up to the dean. She enjoyed this position, but especially today, as it allowed her to avoid looking at the disgusting dean. It made it easier to submit to the feeling of his swollen cock as it returned to her warm, wet pussy. 

"Tell me you like it!" He demanded.

Being taken roughly from behind like this turned Brandy on and helped bring out her naturally submissive nature. "Oh! Yes, sir. I like it. I like it doggy-style." She panted. 

The dean loved what he heard and began forcing his entire length into her. His intensity and taunting picked up, as she continued to cry out. "You cheer just for me now!"

Brandy squealed in a high-pitched voice. "Yes! Yes! I'm your little cheerleader!"

The dean laughed listening to her and looking at her ass quivering from the impact of him pounding her. "You belong to me!" 

"Yes! You own me! You own me!" Brandy cried out as her body trembled, then suddenly tensed up, as a second powerful orgasm took hold of her. She lost her ability to speak or move as she was paralyzed with pleasure. 

Brandy's entire body tingled as the orgasm eventually subsided. Her face was hovering just above the desk as she caught her breath. Behind her she heard the dean make a ridiculous sound and proceed to fill her up with a load of cum. "Ugh-yeeaah!"

While Brandy waited for him to finish, she couldn't help but notice the papers, right under her nose. A spreadsheet showed which programs were getting cut and which were getting spared. Brandy was shocked to see that cheerleading was in fact, not being cut after all. Her joy was overshadowed with the sickening realization that what she had just sacrificed was not even necessary.

The dean's cock began to retreat and he slumped back in his large chair, sounding like he had just run a marathon.

As Brandy quietly collected her clothes, dressed and walked towards the door. She froze as the dean finally stopped gasping for breath long enough to say, "I expect you to fulfill your promises."

Slowly, she turned back towards him. "What do you mean? The squad wasn't getting cut, I just saw it on your desk."

"Yes. But I can cut it, with a snap of my fingers, remember?" He grinned as he snapped his fingers.

"The school is struggling financially," he continued. "So I want you to help with the cost of things, at least with cheerleading expenses, by holding your car wash and kissing booth. Oh, and besides that, I may need you to attend a few alumni events with me and help, well...inspire donations, shall we say? I'm sure many of our alumni would be impressed by a display of your school spirit."

Brandy suddenly felt sick to her stomach. What had she done?

She still had a lot to learn and her college education was just getting started.

Brandy's College Education Ch. 02



Brandy checked herself in the mirror one last time before she left her dorm. As usual, she liked what she saw. She was dressed in her little black dress, which hugged her curves, reached mid-thigh and had a plunging neckline. She accessorized the outfit with a simple string of pearls and a matching pair of earrings. Below the dress was a sexy pair of thigh-high stockings and a silky black bra and thong underwear.

As good as Brandy looked, further below surface she was a nervous wreck. She was expected to attend an alumni fundraising event this evening at a function hall on campus. This was part of her arrangement with Dean Grimes and Brandy was afraid of exactly what he expected of her. She was told to look her best and so far, Brandy was more than living up to her end of the bargain. 

Brandy was relieved that her roommate Lauren was out, so she didn't have to lie about where she was going, or what she was doing. Lauren was out on a date and while Brandy was happy for her, it only made her current predicament, all the more depressing. Instead of being out with a boy or friends her own age, Brandy would be mingling with prospective donors to the college, who she anticipated would be much older.

Brandy slipped on a pair of high heels, grabbed a purse and a shawl. She was about to leave her dorm, when her cell phone rang. She looked and saw that it was her father calling. 

"Oh, daddy." 

Brandy wanted desperately to talk to him, but now wasn't a good time. She shut the phone off, put it in her purse and walked out.

As Brandy crossed the campus, she came upon a man sitting on a bench, drinking from a bottle. She recognized him as Sid, a homeless man who lived under a nearby bridge. He often wandered on campus and interacted with students, getting spare change, or something to eat. Most people considered him harmless, Brandy even saw him at a recent Trinity Tiger football game, she was cheering at. 

Sid was dressed is filthy, loose fitting clothing. It was difficult to tell how old he was; he seemed to be haunting the campus forever. He had short, curly hair and a far off look in his sad, slightly crossed eyes. He was missing a several teeth, which caused a bit of drooling. 

Sid enjoyed wandering to the football field and observing the cheerleaders practices. So he recognized Brandy as well, though he was used to seeing her prancing around in a sports bra and a pair of tiny shorts. Even though she had slightly more clothes on, the dress did nothing to disguise the familiar curves of the campus cutie.

Just last week he hid under the bleachers and masturbated watching the sweet young girls, in their sexy outfits. Brandy was his favorite and staring at her ass, while she bent over to stretch, was all it took for him to get off. Oh, how he longed to get his hands on that ass. When he saw her approach he shouted at her, "Brandy, Brandy, sweet as candy. You got something good for Sid tonight?"

Brandy smiled kindly, but never broke stride. "Sorry Sid, I don't have any money on me. Gotta go!"

"Ok, ok. But money wasn't what I was talkin' 'bout. I meant that sweet little ass."

"Oh my god!" Brandy looked in horror as Sid grinned a toothless grin and grabbed at his crotch.

"Why don't you come over here and show me what's under that dress."

Brandy turned and walked away from him as fast as her high heel shoes would allow.

"Ok, ok. Just have to settle for some of this Brandy, I guess." He took another gulp and watched Brandy's amazing ass wiggle away.

Brandy entered the large building and walked a long hall, listening to her heels clicking on the polished floor. The hall was lined with balloons, which led her to the function hall. She stopped before the door, applied some lip-gloss, took a deep breadth and took the plunge. 

Brandy was immediately approached by a waiter who offered her a glass of champagne, which she eagerly accepted. As Brandy sipped and surveyed the scene, she saw that the room was decorated with a large banner welcoming alumni back to the school. The room was filled with balloons featuring the familiar tiger-striped T, representing the Trinity Tigers. There were bars bookending the room and a series of small cocktail tables. In the far corner, a school dj filled the room with festive, but safe-sounding tunes from years past. Mingling throughout were about one hundred alumni, snacking on appetizers, sipping on drinks and chatting with various faculty members.

Brandy also noticed the school mascot, the Trinity Tiger, was in attendance. He was busy posing for photos with the guests. She quickly turned and faced the other direction, Oh, gosh! She thought. I hope Ted didn't see me...or is his name Tim? I can never remember. I'm not sure how I could explain why I am here.

Brandy was far and away the youngest and most attractive woman in attendance, so it didn't take long for her to draw the attention of most of the men and even a few of the women at the party. Brandy loved attention and was getting all she could handle tonight. Everywhere she turned was a man who wanted to speak to her. It was a heady feeling to be the object of interest for a room full of men. It almost made Brandy forget the fact that she was told to be here by the dean.

All the attention and champagne was going to Brandy's head. At one point she found herself surrounded by three 40-something men, all asking her questions, flirting and thoroughly checking out her hot little body. She thought they were getting a little aggressive, as one decided to cop a feel of her ass. But before she could figure out an escape plan, another man even older than the others, stepped in and put his arm around her.

"Sweetie, there is someone I want you to meet." 

Brandy looked at him confused as he continued... "gentlemen, thank you for looking after my daughter, but we have to be moving on." He then escorted Brandy away from the threesome, leaving them crestfallen.

As Brandy tried to figure out what was going on, she looked over the middle-aged man. He was a bit pudgy, with a large nose and a severely receding hairline. What hair was left was slicked back on his head. What he lacked in hair, he made up for in other ways. He was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit that was very well tailored and looked quite expensive with glittering cuff links. He carried himself with extreme confidence, almost arrogance. 

"Excuse me...but who do you want me to meet?"

"Why me, of course! I'm Dom Salalami. But, until we're out of earshot of the three amigos, you better call me daddy."

Brandy giggled and allowed herself to be led away. "Ok daddy...my name is Brandy, by the way. I guess I should thank you for rescuing me." 

"Indeed you should"...he said as he looked down at the generous cleavage on display. "And I can think of a few ways for you to do it."

"Daddy!" Brandy played along with a flirty reaction.

"What are you doing here tonight, besides making every man's heart race?" He asked. "You're not an alum, you look barely look old enough to be a student here."

Brandy giggled. "I'm a student...it's my freshmen year. Um, well. I'm here to make sure the alumni are all having a good time, I guess." 

"Something of a party favor?"

"Hee, hee...I guess so."

Dom escorted Brandy to a cocktail table, where they had another drink. He showed great interest in Brandy, but made a point of telling her enough about himself, to impress her. Mentioning his lucrative position at his company, his homes, cars, a boat and exotic vacations. Brandy was generally impressed. This was probably the most successful person she had ever met.

Dom wanted to do more than talk to her and decided it was time to make his move. "Why don't we take a walk?"

"Ummm. I'm not sure I can, I need to be here."

"I thought you were here to show me a good time?" Dom was not used to being denied anything. 

There was a tense silence as between them, when Dean Grimes approached. "Hello Dom. Everything all right here?"

"Dean Grimes. Yes, yes. I was just asking this lovely young lady if there was a place where we could go and discuss the very considerable donation I am planning to make to the university."

"Why that's splendid! Of course there is. May I have a moment with Brandy?"

The dean pulled Brandy aside and spoke to her in a hushed, but heated tone. 

"Do you know who he is? He is the vice-president of a big financial, investment firm. He is one of our most successful graduates and he is poised to make a huge contribution to this university. Now take him down the hall, there are a few offices unlocked. You listen to whatever he has to say and you do whatever he wants and smile while doing it. Understand? Do a cheer for him, if he wants one. I don't care what it takes, but get that donation!"

The dean's words hammered home the reality of the situation for Brandy. 

Dean Grimes turned back to the arrogant alum. "I have full confidence that my assistant can handle this transaction on my behalf. The dean spoke smugly, while Brandy looked down at the floor. "So, if you'll excuse me..." he nodded awkwardly and walked away. 

Dom offered his arm to Brandy. "Excellent. Shall we...?"

As the pair exited the room, they caught the eye of Ted, the Trinity Tiger. 

"Brandy? Is that her? What is she doing here?" 

Ted was obsessed with Brandy. In addition to being the hottest of all the cheerleaders, he loved her fun, flirty personality. He began walking towards her, when a husband and wife approached and asked for a photo with him. He reluctantly agreed and stared after Brandy, as she disappeared out of the room with the older man.

Walking down the corridor, Brandy's stomach was in knots. She kept hoping someone would appear and intervene, but it never happened. 

"Do you know what they called me back in my college days Brandy?"

She shook her head no.

"They called me meat...want to know why?"

Brandy was afraid she was going to find out. "Because your last name is kinda like salami?" She said hopefully.

Dom laughed at her cute response and agreed. "Yes, but that's not the only reason."

They entered the office; it contained an ornate desk, a coffee table and a leather couch. The walls were lined with bookcases. Behind her, Brandy heard the door close and she feared the worst. Then she heard a Dom strike up a cigar.

"I don't think you can smoke in here Mr. Salalami."

He circled Brandy, who stood meekly in the center of the room. 

"I do as I please," he chuckled. Staring at her he drained his glass and flicked his cigar ashes into it. 

"You have a lot to learn about how the world works Brandy. He stopped behind her and put his hands on her tiny waist. I think tonight will be a good learning experience for you." 

Brandy could feel his cock as he pressed against her. It felt substantial as he nestled in between her ass cheeks. "Mr. Salalami!" Brandy tensed up.

"I liked it better when you called me daddy." 

His hand slid over and cupped one of her round ass cheeks, promptly giving it a squeeze. "Mmm, you have such a nice, firm ass Brandy." 

Brandy gasped as he fondled her. Dom laughed...he had no idea why this stunning young woman was so willing to do the dean's bidding, but he didn't care, as long as he benefited from it.

"Do you like older men Brandy?"

"I guess so."

"How about rich older men?" 

Brandy said nothing.

He spun her towards him and forced a kiss on the tempting teen. Brandy threw her hands up and tried, unsuccessfully to push him away. But Dom held her tightly, as he pressed his mouth to her soft lips. After a moment of struggle, Brandy gave up, allowing him full access to her mouth and tongue. 

Eventually he broke the kiss and took another puff of his cigar.

"I really am old enough to be your father you know." He laughed.

"Yes, I know."

"I know your type. I bet you always do as you're told." He mocked.

Brandy watched as he loosened his tie, took out a checkbook and placed it on the coffee table, before sitting himself down on the couch.

"Tonight, you are going to do whatever I tell you, aren't you?"

Feeling that she had little choice, Brandy nodded solemnly. 

"You are so fucking gorgeous. Strip for me."

She stared back at him in disbelief.

"I can do a lot for you Brandy...do you know how powerful and influential I am?"

Brandy still looked unsure of what to do, causing Dom to lose his patience. "Don't make me tell the dean that you didn't behave properly young lady," he said with a smug grin. 

Brandy wanted to run from the room, but understood she had to satisfy him to get the donation. 

Feeling helpless, she resigned herself to try and please him. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her dress. The music from down the hall could still be faintly heard and Brandy used the distant beat to sway to. 

"That's it. Do it nice and slow. I want a show, I want my moneys worth."

Using the distant beat to guide her movements, Brandy eased the straps of her dress off her slender shoulders, slowly lowering the form fitting dress. Exposing her black bra, then her sexy stomach, to which Dom smiled approvingly.

With the dress now bunched at her hips, she continued to sway and turned her back to Dom. She wiggled her ass, pulling the dress down to her ankles. 

"Damn! You are a sexy little thing."

Dom was not easily impressed. Being the powerful man he was, he had seen and had many beautiful women in his life. But there was something special about this girl, he thought. She somehow managed to be both sweet and sexy at the same time. And she seemed adorably naïve to the sexual power she possessed.

"Did you wear that underwear just for me?"

"Yes, daddy."

Dom pulled a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet. He leaned forward and squeezed Brandy's ass cheeks with one hand, the other slipped the bill into the elastic top of one of her thigh-high stockings. The gesture made Brandy blush somewhat and feel even more self-conscious about what she was doing.

"Wiggle your ass," he commanded.

Brandy stuck her round, peach-like ass out and ran her hands over it. Caressing her firm, fleshy curves. She tugged teasingly at the waistband of her thong, as if she was going to pull it down. 

"Damn...look at that ass! Spank it! Spank your ass for me."

Brandy obediently performed the act, slapping her hand down on her tender, teen tush.

"Nice. Again! Harder this time."

Brandy knew men liked to spank her. But this felt more humiliating, having to do it herself, as a show for his amusement. She bent slightly at the waist and slapped her ass again and continued to wiggle it enticingly. It was a whorish display and Brandy felt like some sort of high-priced escort that had been purchased for the evening. 

"Turn around."

When she did, she saw that Dom had opened his pants. His thick, meaty cock and a pair of bulbous balls were hanging out of his boxer shorts. Brandy stared in awe. It wasn't so much the length, but the width that surprised her. It was easily the thickest cock she had ever laid her eyes on. 

"Keep dancing!"

Brandy realized she had slowed down, almost stopping to gawk at him. So she quickly put her hands behind her head and continued to sway her hips is a slow, seductive dance. The curvy coed was putting on an amazing show as she acted like a girl completely lost in ecstasy.

"That's it. You like dancing for me don't you?"

"Yes daddy," Brandy replied breathlessly. She undulated her stomach and rolled her hips, as if she was simulating sex.

"Now touch your breasts." 

Brandy felt vulnerable dancing before the brash, powerful man, in only her underwear, stockings and pearl necklace. That vulnerability also fueled her arousal as Brandy lowered her hands and ran them over her the soft padded cups of her bra, gently squeezing the breasts inside them. She could feel her nipples stiffening, through the silky material.

"Yeah, like that." Dom leaned forward and slipped another twenty-dollar bill into Brandy's other stocking.

"Now show them to me."

Brandy unclasped the bra and teasingly moved her hands and the bra away, exposing her perfectly perky breasts. She shook them back in forth causing them to jiggle on her petite body.

"Look at how hard you are making me." 

Brandy stared at his cock as he summoned her to it. "Come on...take a closer look."

Brandy was happy to stop her performance, but was nervous to get to close to the large man. Dom took her wrist and reeled her in. She sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Don't be afraid, touch it."

Brandy reached out reluctantly. The cock was so thick, she could barely wrap her small hand around it.

Dom groaned as she made contact, "Oh yeah. Stroke it, stroke it baby." 

Brandy's touch caused the thick cock to swell in her small hands. It was starting to feel heavy to her as she continued to fondle it. "It's so big...daddy."

Dom was having fun ordering her around. "Lick your lips."

Brandy continued to obey. Running her tongue across her luscious lips as she stared at him with her bedroom eyes.

The sight of the beautiful, young woman, sensually licking her lips, while she stroked his cock was the most exciting thing Don had seen in some time. He put his hand on top of Brandy's head and pushed her down. She knew all to well what he wanted and ran her mouth along his waiting erection. Brandy's tongue circled the swollen cock head. Then she tightened her lips around the purplish bulb, sucking it like a lollipop.

Brandy eventually worked more of the meaty cock into her warm, wet mouth. 

"Oh yeah! You like that big cock."

"Mmm-hmmm," was her muffled response as her head now bobbed up and down on it. While her little hand tickled Dom's balls.

Dom ran his hand along her back, down to her exposed ass. Squeezing one cheek, then the other. His fingers then found their way inside her thong and he ran a thick finger along her moist slit. Brandy whimpered as Don fingered her. She was wet and both wanted and dreaded what was about to happen.

Dom then laid Brandy down on the sofa and straddled her. He dragged his cock across Brandy's beautiful face, down to her breasts. He cupped her breasts and began running it between them. Brandy lifted her head and stuck out her tongue allowing the cock head to touch it each time it passed between her breasts. 

Backing off of Brandy, Dom spread her legs wide, which caused Brandy to gasp. He pulled her thong aside, and teased her pussy with the head of his cock. "I want you so bad!" 

Brandy was truly afraid, looking at the thick meat he held in his hand. 

"You're so tight baby." Dom groaned as he squeezed his thick cock into Brandy's warm, velvety vice.

Dom grunted as he eased himself in and out of the gorgeous girl. Forcing himself deeper and then pausing each time. Dom was deliberate in his thrusts, wanting to enjoy the moment and the feeling of being inside of her. He slid it in and out of the petite teen at a methodical pace, watching Brandy expression change as she became accustomed to the width of his cock. Her angelic face went from fear, to acceptance, to lust. 

"Are you a naughty girl?"

"Yes daddy."

"Say it."

"I'm a naughty girl daddy."

Dom laughed and leaned down, smothering Brandy in kisses. She was letting him have his with her mouth as well as her pussy. Everything about this girl was perfection. She was a feast for the senses, her beauty, the feel of her soft lips, the sound of her voice, and the smell of her skin. 

Admiring the beauty beneath him, he took hold of Brandy's breasts and began caressing and then squeezing them. 

"Uhhh...Ohhh." 

The sensation of such a thick cock inside of her was filling Brandy with desire. But she wondered why he was moving so slowly. Brandy was accustomed to men losing their control and fucking her passionately. Not Dom, he was in no hurry for this encounter to reach its climax, fearful that he would cum too soon. He was pacing himself and driving Brandy crazy in the process.




Brandy's College Education Ch. 02



Dom then stopped his movements, dislodged his cock and rolled Brandy over onto her stomach. She instinctively got onto her hands and knees. He teased her pussy, rubbing his meaty cock along it from behind. 

"You learn fast Brandy."

"I'm just doing as I'm told," she said breathlessly, as they continued their game of father and daughter. She moaned at the sensation of the weighty cock being reinserted into her.

Again Dom took his time, as if savoring a fine wine, or an expensive meal. The pace served to torment Brandy with shame, but not bring her close to an orgasm. Brandy tried wiggling her ass in an effort to make it happen. She wanted this all to be over or at least to get herself off, if possible.

Eventually Brandy was getting so frustrated that she began pleading with Dom. "Faster...deeper...oh daddy, please!"

Outside the room, Ted wandered along the hall with a bottle in one hand and the tiger head to his costume, in the other. Although the party continued, he had fulfilled his obligation to be there for the first few hours and was now looking for the men's room. 

As he passed the door, he heard what he thought were the sounds of sex, on the other side. Pressing his ear against it, he realized he was right. He could hear a woman moaning and a man groaning together. Probably some horny old couple from the party, he laughed to himself. 

He was about to walk away when he heard the man use the name Brandy. He froze in place and felt a chill in his heart. No! Could it be? It couldn't! He panicked. He had to know. He reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly...as quietly as possible. As he eased the door open, the sounds of sex got louder and he feared the worst. The voice of the woman seemed familiar to him. It was the sweet, slightly high-pitched voice he imagined hearing speak to him, in his fantasies. It was his worst nightmare as he peeked around the door and saw the girl of his dreams, fucking some old man.

She was facing away from him, but there was no mistaking her. Brandy straddled the older man and was being bounced up and down on his cock. Ted felt sick to his stomach, but couldn't look away, without taking a moment to admire Brandy's amazing ass, as it stuck out invitingly in his direction.

Dom was finally increasing his pace and Brandy was so wet, from the slow, steady sex, that Dom's thick cock slid easily in and out of her and she rode him enthusiastically. Brandy was built for this position, as most men easily handled her petite body. With her perky, little b-cup breasts bouncing in his face, Dom smiled wickedly up at her.

"Who's your daddy?"

"Uh, uh! Oh! You are! Oh! You're my daddy." Brandy found it easy to say, as she was finally building towards an orgasm.

Dom couldn't help but laugh at her willingness to play along.

Suddenly, Dom caught sight of someone at the door. "Hey! Beat it kid!"

Brandy was startled and taken out of the moment, she turned her head towards the door. Making eye contact with Ted for a split second and then watching Ted's disgusted face disappear and the door slam shut.

Brandy cringed at the thought of being seen by someone she knew. She felt her arousal slipping away from her, but she had no ability to do anything about it. Dom was in full control, wrapping his bear-like paws around her tiny waist and driving his cock in and out of the petite teen, making her cry out. "Oh! Oh!"

At last Brandy was getting the fucking she needed, but all she felt too self-conscious to enjoy it.

"Now beg daddy to fuck you."

"No. Please, no." Brandy was so frustrated and felt no arousal from the dirty talk.

Dom didn't care who had seen them, or what Brandy was feeling. "Say it, say it!" 

She looked down at the man who held her tightly and who had humiliated her so completely...and with anguish in her voice shouted, "fuck me!"

"Fuck me daddy!"

Dom increased his intensity even more, hearing the dirty words from Brandy's sweet mouth. Pounding away at her pussy. "Oh yeah, baby! Here it comes."

"Ugh! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

Like a geyser Dom erupted into her. Filling Brandy up with all the lust and cum he had been holding back. Brandy straddled him, enduring the almost endless stream of seamen. Some of it began seeping out of her as she waited for his cock to shrink a bit. The unpleasant sensation in her pussy wasn't nearly as bad as the feeling in her heart. She was finally able to dismount him and sat in stunned silence. She hated what she had done and was even denied the pleasure of an orgasm. The indignity was overwhelming to her. Brandy came relatively easily during sex and this was the first time she was unable to do so.

In the aftermath, Dom relit his cigar and sat up cheerfully. "That was incredible," he boasted. 

Brandy stared off, covering her body with her discarded dress, while Dom wrote out a huge check for the university. He also retrieved a business card from his wallet and handed it to Brandy. 

"Call me when you graduate, or better yet how about a summer internship? I could really use you, if you know what I mean." His words dripped with the double entendre.

Brandy stared at the check and business card and actually found herself saying..."yes, thank you." 

After Brandy was able to collect herself, she walked through the main hall, handing the check to the dean. She didn't say a word, but the look on her face spoke volumes. She exited the building and began the walk of shame, back to her dorm.

"Brandy! Brandy wait!"

Ted ran, or rather staggered up alongside the object of his affection. In his hand he clutched a half-empty bottle of booze that he took away from the alumni event.

"Not now Tim."

He removed the tiger head. "It's Ted, damn it! What the hell was that? Who was that guy?"

"No one I know...um, I mean, no one you know." She said flustered.

"Why were you fucking him?"

"Go away Ted." She was clearly shaken.

But Ted angrily grabbed her arm, wanting answers. 

"No! No, I won't. I have been trying to get your attention for the last month and you can't even remember fucking my name."

"And you clearly can't take a hint," she shot back. Brandy had nothing against Ted, but she needed space.

"Fine! Have it your way...I want what he had." Ted was shouting desperately. 

"You are gonna have sex with me, or I tell everyone, including the cheerleading team, that you fucked a guy, who was old enough to be your father. I'll fucking tweet it everyday for the rest of the semester."

Brandy's eyes began to well up with tears. Causing Ted to suddenly regret coming on so strong.

"Do it," she mustered. "Tell everyone. Tell them what a slut I am. Tell them whatever you want. But I am done being used. You men are all the same...you all want the same thing. I have feelings too..." 

Brandy began to sob, turned and walked off, leaving a stunned Ted behind.

When he was finally able to speak, Brandy was to far away to hear anything.

"Nice going Ted," he whispered to himself. 

Ted watched Brandy until she disappeared into the night. Then he turned aside and continued to drink from the bottle he carried. Wandering across campus, he tried in vain to make sense of what he had seen and to beat himself up over causing Brandy to cry. What the fuck? What is wrong with me? Why don't you like me? I mean, besides the fact that I am dressed liked a fucking tiger? He laughed morbidly, drained the bottle and found a tree to lean against. 

"Brandy..." Eventually, he slumped down to the ground, rolled over and passed out.

Moments later, another inebriated individual came upon the scene. Sid was on his way back to his makeshift home, just off campus, when he found Ted sprawled on the ground before him. The first thing he did, was check the bottle he had laying beside him. Unfortunately, it was empty, but Ted had something else of value. Sid bent down and began removing the tiger costume from the younger man. He walked off, leaving Ted snoring peacefully in his boxer shorts.

The following morning Sid got a taste of college life. Walking around campus in the tiger costume got him some strange looks, since the school mascot usually only appeared at games or rallies. But no one stopped him from having a meal in the cafeteria, where he gorged himself. Eventually Sid belched so loudly, that the entire dining room erupted in laughter. Once Sid found that he couldn't eat another bite, he wandered towards the football field to take a nap.

Brandy awoke from a restless night of sleep. She went to bed feeling badly about her encounter and frustrated by being left unsatisfied. She regretted blowing up at Tim, or Ted, or whatever. She knew that she better deal with him today, before he had a chance to tell people what he saw her doing. 

Brandy and her roommate Lauren chatted over coffee and then showered and dressed for the day. They had an afternoon practice with the rest of their squad, which Brandy left early for. She planned to find what's-his-name and confront him about the night before. She was disappointed that he had suggested that he would blackmail her, but she felt confident, she could get him to back down. Brandy knew he had a crush on her and if nothing else believed she could persuade him to forget all about what he saw. 

"If I let him think he has a shot with me, he'll do whatever I want." She said absentmindedly, as she laced up her sneakers.

"What did you you say B?" Lauren asked from across their room.

"Oh, nothing. Hey, I'll meet up with you at the field house, ok? There is something I gotta do."

Brandy searched the campus, asking people if they had seen the school mascot. A few students confirmed that they saw the tiger headed towards the football field.

When Brandy arrived, she saw no sign of him on the field, or in the stands. So she turned towards the field house. The brick building contained locker rooms for the home team, as well as their opposition. There was also a small locker room that the cheerleaders utilized. Brandy poked her head into each one, eventually she found the Trinity Tiger, lying on a bench in the cheerleaders locker room. 

"What are you doing in here? Are you asleep?"

She marched right up to him. "Listen here, um, you! I need to talk to you about what you said last night." 

The large cartoonish tiger head looked up groggily and saw what he thought was an angel. Brandy was standing over him wearing a pink sports bra and a pair of small white cotton shorts. The word cheer was stretched across her bum. She wore small white ankle socks and sneakers on her feet. Sid was pleasantly surprised to see that it was his favorite cheerleader. Lazily, he sat up on the bench as Brandy sat herself down beside him.

"Did you hear me? I need to talk to you about last night."

Sid tried to remember exactly what they had said to each other.

Brandy softened her tone, hoping to play on his sympathies. "First of all, I want to apologize for snapping at you. Secondly, I want you to reconsider your demand that I...you know, fool around with you. I'm sure we can work something else out, can't we?"

Sid was confused, but decided to shake his head no. What was the worst that could happen, he figured.

"You won't reconsider? We really have to go through with this?"

Sid nodded enthusiastically, causing the tiger head to wobble about. He was still confused, but thrilled beyond words that Brandy had reconsidered his offer. 

Brandy sighed heavily. "I thought you were different. I thought you really cared about me."

Sid shrugged his shoulder and raised his hands, or rather paws up, to indicate, oh well, you thought wrong.

He pulled himself to his feet, and then pulled Brandy towards a door, which led to a storage room. Sid had already explored the space thoroughly when he arrived. The small room was full of equipment for the sports teams. A stack of floor mats, the cheerleaders used for tumbling drills were as good a makeshift bed as any. 

To Brandy's surprise, she was feeling a little frisky in the storage room with him. Perhaps it was their environment; perhaps it was being left unsatisfied from the night before. With the tiger standing a few feet from her, she decided to take the initiative. If I just give him a little thrill, I bet I can get him to forget all about what he saw last night, she thought. 

"Ok, lets get this over with," she said to try and establish control. 

Brandy pulled her sports bra up and over her head. Exposing her beautiful, little breasts. Whether it was the cool air in the room, or maybe the thrill she felt, undressing in front of someone, Brandy's sensitive nipples were already firm. She couldn't resist the urge to run her hand over them, as they ached to be touched. Keeping her eyes on the tiger, who didn't speak, but rubbed his paws together in excitement. 

"Aren't you going to take that ridiculous costume off?"

Sid shook his head to indicate no. He still wasn't sure what was going on and feared doing anything to lose this once in a lifetime opportunity.

"Have it your way," Brandy giggled. 

"I guess I have to take these off as well?" Brandy pulled playfully at the waistband of her shorts.

Sid nodded enthusiastically.

Brandy lowered her small white shorts and revealed an adorable pair of white cotton panties, with little pink hearts on them and a tiny pink bow along the waistband. 

The tiger rotated his paw, to infer he wanted her to turn around.

Brandy turned and gestured down to her round bum and cute little panties. "Is this what you wanted? I see you staring at me during the games, trying to look up my skirt."

Sid was salivating inside his mask as he watched the gorgeous, young cheerleader. 

Brandy gave her bum a little wiggle and before she could do anything else, the tiger pounced and bent her over a nearby yoga exercise ball. 

"Wait!" Brandy had used the same ball for stretching before, but never for what was about to happen.

Sid rolled her forward, so her face was near the floor and beautiful little bum was sticking straight up in the air. Pulling her panties down and lifting his tiger head slightly, Sid decided he was ready for some dessert. Brandy gasped at the abrupt assault on her private parts. Sid was aggressive, working his tongue up, down, in and out of her pussy. He tickled her clit, sending Brandy into ecstasy. She squirmed, clenching and unclenching her ass, enjoying the wild sensations she felt.

"Uhhh...oooh...oooh!"

Of everything Sid ate on campus today, nothing tasted as good as Brandy. Her pussy was so sweet and her reaction to his tongue made the experience all the more delicious. Brandy was getting light-headed from her position and from the tongue-lashing she was receiving.

Sid couldn't get enough and even worked his tongue up to Brandy's little pink asshole. Worming his tongue into the tight rosebud. 

"Oh, oh! Oh, yes! Oh yes! Oh, you're so kinky." 

Sid returned to her pussy and buried his tongue deep inside of the tight teen, sending her over the edge. Brandy clutched at the ball beneath her with her arms and legs, trembling so much that the yoga ball almost bounced beneath her. She finally achieved what had eluded her the night before, a dizzying orgasm.

"Oooh! Yesss! Yesss! Yesss!"

The orgasm eventually subsided, but before Brandy could catch her breath, she was rolled off the ball and onto the soft mat below. With the tiger head back in place, hiding his identity, Sid opened a zipper on the costume, allowing him to reveal his cock. It was already erect and spreading Brandy's legs, he eased it into her wet, waiting pussy. Brandy was taken aback by the size and strength of what she thought was a fellow freshman. 

"Oh my god!" Brandy gasped as it's length filled her completely. "You're so hard, so rough!" 

Brandy could hear some strange mumbling from inside the tiger head, so she reached for it, in an effort to take it off. But Sid was faster and took Brandy's hands, pinning them back beside her head. She was completely at his mercy now and the ferocious fucking was causing Brandy to moan loudly. This was exactly what she had needed the night before. Sid needed it as well. Typically just drunk, he was now drunk on power and lust. As the most perfect little coed lay beneath him squealing in delight as he had his way with her body.

Brandy's moans of pleasure were getting louder, and Sid could hear voices out in the locker room area. He feared being found, but had no intentions of letting up. Looking for a gag, he grabbed her little panties, and stuffed them into her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure.

It was an amusing sight, to see Brandy writhing wildly, with Sid's cock in her pussy and her own panties in her mouth. Sid continued to pound away at her and could feel Brandy's body tense up beneath him. Brandy bit down on her underwear as a second orgasm seized her.

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!"

Sid slowed his pace and pulled out. The locker room outside seemed to have emptied out and Sid was excited about emptying out his aching balls. He pulled the panties from Brandy's mouth and replaced them with his cock. It was covered with Brandy's juices, so she got to taste herself as she sucked Sid off. It didn't deter her as she blew him enthusiastically. Sid was groaning now, but the tiger head kept the noise to a dull murmur. Watching his cock disappear into her mouth was an incredible rush and a moment later Brandy received a massive mouthful of Sid's sticky cum. 

Brandy gagged a bit, but managed to swallow it all and tried to back away from the softening cock. However, Sid took hold of her head and held her in place. He rested for a moment with his cock half erect, bathing in Brandy's saliva. She looked up at him with wide eyes, questioning what was happening. After a moment Sid began sliding his softened, but still substantial cock in and out of her mouth. He wasn't finished, as there were still prizes left to claim. His cock sprung to life, growing thicker and longer in the confines of Brandy's warm wet mouth. 

Brandy couldn't believe it. The cock continued to grow as it slid back and forth between her full lips.

It got so hard, she thought he was going to cum in her mouth for a second time. But Sid had something else on his dirty mind, for his filthy cock. He turned her over and Brandy obediently got onto her hands and knees. 

"Oh, you want me doggy-style? Is this what you think about when you see me in my little cheerleading uniform?" She teased.

Sid's cock was coated in a mixture of Brandy's juices and saliva. Positioning it at Brandy's little asshole, he started to squeeze it into her. Brandy was surprised and reacted by trying to crawl away. But she was held firmly in place and a moment later, was completely impaled.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! You're an animal!" 

Sid growled, in agreement, as his cock burrowed deeper with each thrust.

Sid was lost in a world of depravity and he was taking Brandy with him. Her ass was so round, so perfect, so tight and he was embedded deep inside of it.

Brandy had only taken it in the ass once before and to her surprise had enjoyed it. Her asshole was so sensitive and that combined with the feeling of being so completely dominated by someone excited her like nothing else. It felt like the ultimate act of submission and Brandy begged for more.

"Oooh! Yesss! Do it! Take me! Take my little ass!"

Sid could never have dreamed that he would be sodomizing one of the hottest girls on campus. To a man who had nothing, hearing Brandy submit to him so completely, made him feel like the most powerful man in the world. 

"Yes! Oh yes, master! Take me, master! Make me your slave!"

Brandy reached between her legs and found her clit, while Sid continued to have his way with her ass. Brandy and her roommate Lauren referred to touching yourself, as petting the kitty and Brandy wanted to get off a third time. She petted the little kitty, while a big cat pounded her from behind. All of the stimulation built to a wild climax for her. 




Brandy's College Education Ch. 02



"Oooh! I'm your little slave!" Brandy squealed as a third orgasm gripped her beautiful body. 

With a roar, Sid suddenly exploded inside of the tiny hole. Pumping another massive load of cum into the sexy student. After a moment, his cock softened, allowing him to dislodge it. With it came a rush of cum that leaked down and covered Brandy's pussy.

The spent lovers collapsed on the mat and Brandy cuddled up next to the tiger and purred. She reached between her legs and collected a little of the cum which covered her. 

"Look what you did to me," she panted. She couldn't resist taking another taste of it, licking her fingers clean.

Brandy was in a complete state of bliss. "Mmm, we should have done that a long time ago. I had no idea you were so good...so good. Take that stupid head off and kiss me."

Sid offered no resistance and Brandy pulled the tiger head off.

"EEEK!!!"

She shrieked and recoiled at the sight of Sid flashing a toothless smile at her.

"Brandy, Brandy, sweet and randy." Sid mumbled in his odd speaking manner.

Brandy got to her feet and ran from the storage room. She burst out into the locker room only to run, naked, right into the school janitor.

The janitor nearly had a heart attack. 

"Holy shit! They said it was ok to mop the floor." He tried to explain, as he stared the sexy young body before him.

Brandy gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands as she continued to run. 

Brandy was so freaked out that she kept running. She eventually found herself out of the field house and running across the football field in nothing but her socks and sneakers.

She ran past the cheerleaders, causing them to laugh. 

She ran past several football players, who yelled and shouted obscenities her way.

She ran all the way back to her dorm, passing students and even a teacher or two. Most of them assumed that it was some sort of sorority prank.

The streaking incident would come to be called, 'the hot streak.' Since Brandy was so good looking and it coincided with a stretch of several undefeated games for the football team. It even became something of a tradition at Trinity. Every year at the start of the football season, for good luck, some cheerleaders and other coeds would run across campus. They had to do it in their underwear, since streaking was obviously not condoned by the administration. But Brandy, who did it first and did it naked, had become a bit of a folk hero.

The next day on her way to the school store Brandy finally ran into Ted. 

"Hey, Brandy, got a second? Listen, I want to apologize for the other night. I was a little drunk and I acted like a jerk. Its none of my business what you do, or who you do it with." 

Brandy looked at him, as if for the first time.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Lets both just put that whole night behind us, ok?"

Ted nodded in agreement, "sounds good to me Brandy. Well, I better go, I lost something the other night and really need to find it."

"You'll find it," she offered with a sly smile. "I did."

With that she went up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"See you Ted."

As Brandy walked away, Ted stood in stunned silence watching her go. The simple kiss made him light-headed. Ted eventually regained his senses, whispering, "she remembered my name..."

While she shopped at the campus store, Brandy passed a display that caught her eye. It was a rack of stuffed Trinity Tigers. She smiled at the plush toys and bought one. That night in her dorm room, she clutched it tightly to her as she fell fast asleep.  

College was turning out to be exhausting, both in and out of the classroom for Brandy. And the subject she was learning most about was herself.



Brandy's College Education Ch. 03



Brandy jumped and cheered as the last seconds of the game clicked off the clock. The Trinity Tigers football team had won again. She joined the rest of the cheerleading squad as they launched into their victory cheer, while the teams and coaches shook hands at midfield and then made their way to the locker rooms in the field house.

The cheer offered mock condolences to the losing team and boasted about the fierceness of the Tigers. As she delivered the cheer, Brandy's small skirt rose and fell, offering anyone watching, a peek at the cheeky bloomers underneath. 

One person in particular was watching, she was always watching.

Officer Maggie Ryan sat in the stands fixated on Brandy. Maggie was a campus police officer and had been enjoying the eye-candy her job provided for some time. 

She was a fit woman in her mid-30s, with strawberry blonde hair, which she normally wore pulled back into a ponytail. She had fair skin, an athletic build and piercing blue eyes. Her icy glare came in handy on the job and was part of her no nonsense demeanor. In fact the only kink in her armor was pretty young women. Every year a fresh, new crop would arrive on campus. "Harvest time," she would joke to her fellow officers, anytime a tasty young thing would find themselves in custody at their station on the outskirts of campus. Maggie would often use the opportunity for an extended pat down on an unsuspecting and terrified coed.

Maggie grinned, recalling the first time she noticed Brandy. It was at a yoga class at the local fitness center. Maggie spent most of the class fixated on the younger woman's ass in a pair of skintight yoga pants. She couldn't believe the tiny waist led to such a perfectly shaped and ample backside. She must be wearing a thong under those pants, Maggie mused, as she was unable to detect even a hint of a panty line. 

The class instructor had requested the downward-facing dog position and Brandy exclaimed, "I know this one!" And proceeded to get down on her hands and knees, doggy-style. "Guys are always trying to get me into this position," she explained as the class erupted in laughter and her friend whispered to her that it was not quite the same thing.

Maggie's second encounter was equally memorable. As she was driving across campus she saw the cheerleaders holding a car wash. She immediately turned her cruiser towards the fundraiser and was thrilled to see that the girl from her yoga class was participating. "Ah! So she's a cheerleader!" Maggie excitedly pulled over and got in line.

As Maggie sat in her cruiser, in a short line of cars, waiting for her turn, she clutched the wheel tightly. Her leather gloves crackling as she enjoyed the spectacle before her. The cheerleaders all wore, very little clothing and what they did wear was getting quite wet.

Eventually it was Maggie's turn. As the cheerleaders descended on her car with sponges, buckets and a hose, one approached the car window and greeted the officer. It was the stunning blonde who was with Brandy at the yoga class. These two seem inseparable, the officer thought. 

Lauren was Brandy's lifelong friend and roommate at Trinity. As Maggie studied the girls stunning good looks she observed that Brandy had a more compact, curvy figure, while Lauren had a more lithe, graceful look, despite only being about only an inch taller than her best friend. Years of gymnastics for Brandy and dance classes for Lauren had helped endow the most beautiful, barely legal girls on campus, with incredible figures. Pretty, petite and perky, Maggie thought.

"Hi officer! $25 for the wash and it all benefits our cheerleading team's expenses."

"That sounds fair...would you call that brunette over here for a moment?"

Lauren followed the officer's gaze and called out, "B, can you come over here?"

Brandy practically bounced over to the car window, wearing a clingy Trinity Tigers t-shirt. "What's up?"

"Public indecency is a crime, young lady." The officer said with a grin as she stared, fixated at the breasts on display before her. Brandy's brownish nipples were visible though the wet, white t-shirt.

"Oops! I guess you can see right through my shirt...hee, hee."

"What is your name young lady?"

"I'm Brandy. Brandy Lillete."

"And how old are you, Brandy?"

"I'm 19."

"19...and away from home for the first time?"

"Uh, yeah."

"You're very cute Brandy Lillete. I'm officer Ryan. If you ever need anything, you can ask for me at the station." Maggie handed $25 to Brandy, with a slip of paper that had her number on it.

"Um, ok. Thanks. Well, we better get working on the next car."

Brandy was becoming self-conscious at the officers intense stare and questioning. She decided it was best to cover herself up and move away from the car.

As Maggie pulled away in her cruiser, she glanced into the rearview mirror. She saw Brandy showing the slip of paper to Lauren and the two girls burst into a fit of laughter.

"They're laughing at me!" Maggie fumed. 

The encounter left Maggie frustrated and wanting to get her hands on Brandy even more. 

Maggie shook her head, recalling the event. Turning her attention back to the football field, she took a few discreet photos of the object of her desire, from the bleachers and made her way home. 

Back at her apartment that evening Maggie sipped some wine and indulged in a Brandy fantasy. Leaning back on her bed and slid her hand down her body towards her pussy. She imagined the young cheerleader as she had seen her at the game, with one slight wardrobe modification. As Brandy moved, her skirt rose and revealed that she was naked underneath. Each cheer exposed her delicious derriere and pretty pussy.

Maggie rubbed her clit more intensely now as her dream girl bent over before her and confessed, "Officer Ryan, someone stole my panties! Will you help me?"

As her fantasy got more intense, so did the officer's arousal. 

Reaching into her nightstand Maggie retrieved a vibrator. As she moved it between her legs, she imagined slipping her police nightstick in-between Brandy's. "Oh, officer Ryan, it's too big! I'm just a little cheerleader." She imagined Brandy pleading.

"You're just a little tease," Maggie said aloud.

She eased the vibrator inside of her as the nightstick, in her mind, entered Brandy. "Oh no! Please, no!"

"Uh, uh, uh. Yes! Take it, take it you little slut. Uh, uh uh!"

Maggie was building to an intense orgasm. She pushed the vibrator deeper and began to tremble. Imagining it was the nightstick, she forced into Brandy. "You slut, you little slut!"

Maggie threw her head back and came. "Uhhh!"

Maggie was frozen, her eyes closed and mouth wide. Paralyzed with pleasure as the sensation from the vibrator spread through her entire body. As it subsided, her body relaxed and she eased the toy out. She trembled slightly, her breath coming in quick gasps. She stared at the ceiling; "I have got to my hands on that girl."

A few days later, that girl was making her way across campus. Brandy and Lauren were headed to a big to a fraternity house party. And if dressing to kill, was crime, Officer Maggie Ryan could have hauled them away for life. They both wore sexy sequined, form fitting halter-tops. Which exposed their arms, ample cleavage and their need for attention. They paired theses with tight jeans and high heel shoes.

As they walked the girls discussed matters of great importance.

"I can't believe you invited Ted." Lauren began.

"He's sweet."

"So is my grandfather, but you haven't dated him."

"He's next on my list."

"Ewww! That's gross!" Both girls burst into a fit of giggles.

"B, you could have like, any guy on the football team."

"Been there done that."

"All of them?" Lauren's suggestion caused more laughter.

"You know what I mean." Brandy explained. "In high school, I dated the so-called, big men on campus. It's time for new experiences. Aren't we supposed to experiment in college?"

"I think they mean, with like, other girls, not mascots." 

"Oh! Maybe I should date you then."

The girls continued to giggle and flatter themselves as they walked across campus, eventually arriving at the frat house. The party was already in full swing, there were college kids jammed into every room, consuming way more alcohol than they could handle.

Ted arrived late at the party. It wasn't really his scene, but he was thrilled to have been asked by Brandy to meet her there. He struggled through the crowd and eventually spotted Brandy and Lauren. They were surrounded by obnoxious frat guys, who were trying desperately to get the two campus cuties to kiss each other.

"Come on! Come on! We just won our fourth game in a row, one of the football players reasoned. We deserve it. Kiss her! A chant soon broke out...Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Brandy and Lauren each held a red plastic cup and had already consumed a fair share of alcohol by then. It was a potent punch that had knocked more than a few of the partygoers out. They were enjoying the attention and eventually gave in to the crowd's demands, turning to face each other, the girls giggled and pressed their lip-glossed lips together. The small kiss ignited huge roar of approval and the roof nearly came off the house.

The girls were all smiles as their lips parted. Pleased at the reaction their simple act caused.

"One more time! One more time!" Was the chant now, but Brandy and Lauren felt that they needed to get away from what was becoming an unruly crowd. As they tried to leave the scene, a loutish football player blocked their escape with his considerable girth.

"C'mon. You can do more than that. I bet you two hook up in the shower after every game, so just show us."

"Don't be a pig Matt, the show is over." Lauren chided him.

Out of nowhere Ted burst into the scene. "You heard the ladies."

The football players scoffed and Matt got in his face. "Oh yeah, says who, the Trinity Tiger? I am here to get some pussy, not talk to one."

The name calling soon led to pushing and shoving. Then to an all out brawl, which spread from room to room through the frat house and eventually spilled out onto the front lawn. Brandy and Lauren provided the spark on the fuse and the party exploded. There were various scuffles happening and lots of screaming and posturing, all fueled by too much alcohol and too much testosterone. 

Brandy and Lauren tried to follow the fracas outside, but by the time they got to the front door, the campus police were already arriving.

"Oh no! B, we gotta to get out of here."

"What about Ted?" Brandy countered.

"Forget about him. Do you want to lose your spot on the squad?"

"Of course not!" Brandy looked confused, but followed Lauren's gaze to her hand, which still held the red plastic cup, half-full of the party punch. She scanned the crowd desperately, but in all the chaos and confusion couldn't locate him. Lauren grabbed her friend by the arm and dragged her back into the house. 

With Brandy in tow, Lauren raced to the other end of the fraternity. The back door had already been opened and the scene beyond it looked calm. The girls believed they would soon to be safely back in their dorm room.

They flew through the opening and into the waiting hands of Officer Maggie Ryan. 

She seemed to come out of nowhere and grabbed each girl by the arm to prevent her escape. "Where do you two think you're going?" 

"Eek!" The girls shrieked, startled by the sudden appearance of the officer.

"Uh, back home. Back to our dorm."

"I don't think so." She countered.

As surprised as the girls were, so was Maggie. Though hers was a pleasant surprise. The object of her lust had just fallen helplessly into her hands and she once again she brought her friend with her.

"Identification ladies." Maggie knew exactly, whom she had caught and that they were underage, but she wanted to remain professional, for now. A cursory glance at their IDs revealed that the girls were still both only 19 years old. "Have you been drinking?"

Brandy said no, a little too eagerly and punctuated the response with a hiccup. Both Lauren and the officer looked at her in disbelief. Just then a group of the partygoers stumbled upon the scene. 

A drunken girl yelled in their direction. "That's them! They're the ones that started it." The coed had had just about enough of being ignored by boys, whenever Brandy and Lauren were around. This was her chance to stick it to them.

"Really? How did they start all the trouble?" Maggie was eager to hear. 

"They were totally making out, like a couple of sluts!" The girl slurred her words, but the contempt she had for Brandy and Lauren was clear.

Maggie looked back to her two detainees. "Oh really?"

"We didn't mean any harm." Lauren offered meekly.

"You both better come with me."

The girl's eyes were wide with fear as they were led to the cruiser. Maggie placed them in the backseat and left the scene, never reading them their rights, or telling them that they were even under arrest. She could always claim that she detained them for their own safety, but the truth was that she wanted them for herself.

In the backseat, Brandy and Lauren sat close to each other holding hands in fear. They were mischievous, but generally good girls and neither had ever been arrested. Though their good looks often got them into trouble, like tonight, the girls had learned how to get themselves out of trouble using those same natural assets.

On the way to the station Maggie got some details on what went on at the party on her radio, including the incident involving Brandy and Lauren. Maggie looked into her rear view mirror at them. "Sounds like a couple of girls I know." 

Retrieving a duffle bag from the trunk of her cruiser, Officer Ryan led the scared schoolgirls into the station and down a long corridor, away from the commotion of the booking area. Brandy scanned the station as they walked through for Ted, but saw no sign of him.

Maggie escorted them into an empty office, locking the door behind them. She knew the room offered some privacy, with no surveillance cameras. It was used for meetings between, lawyers and their clients, or for parents to speak to their troublesome children.

"So it was the two of you who caused all that tonight. You are both in big trouble."

"We're sorry." Yeah, we didn't mean it." They offered in their defense.

"Underage drinking is bad enough, but have you heard of inciting a riot?"

"Exciting a riot?" Brandy questioned.

"Inciting!" Maggie snapped, getting flustered. "The two of you caused a lot of trouble tonight. I am going to have to book you, notify the school and contact your parents."

"Please no! We're so sorry." 

"Oh my god, my Dad is gonna kill me." 

Panic was setting in now, becoming palpable. Maggie knew the situation and their surroundings would intimidate the naïve young women.

"Can't we work something out?" Brandy suggested desperately. "We can do community service."

Maggie remained firm, but allowed the girls to see their was a way out for them. "Your parents should have disciplined you a long time ago. I suppose...I could discipline you instead."

"Discipline?" Brandy and Lauren exchange confused looks. 

"Ummm, can't you like, give us a warning, or something?" Lauren countered.

Maggie smiled a merciless smile. "Here is my warning to you...do as you're told, or else!"

"Strip."

The girls looked stunned.

"Is that really necessary?" Lauren stammered.

"I need to search you. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way". Maggie threatened, removing her nightstick from her belt. Maggie Ryan had a reputation for always getting her girl, tonight the only difference was, she was getting two.

"Ok, ok." The girls timidly began removing their outfits. They soon stood in only their bra and panties before the intimidating woman. Both using their hands to try and conceal their bodies from her piercing gaze.

Brandy wore a padded black bra with pink straps, covered in pink and white polka dots. Her small panties had a matching pattern, with a lacey white waistband. Lauren wore a bright blue satin set of a padded push-up bra and matching thong panty. Maggie was in awe of the sight before her. Standing in their underwear, the girls looked liked a pair of lingerie models. Maggie cleared her throat, trying to remain composed and trying not to pounce. 

"I still need to conduct a thorough investigation. You girls seem to like to put on a show, you can put one on for me. Kiss."

The girls looked at each other, scared and confused at the order.

"You heard me," Maggie said sternly, tightening her grip on her nightstick. "Kiss each other." Maggie placed the stick gently behind Lauren and eased her towards Brandy. Clumsily the girls came together, their nearly naked bodies, pressing against each other. They swallowed hard and nervously brought their faces together, allowing their trembling lips to meet.

After a moment, they broke the kiss, in the hopes they had satisfied the officer.

"That's pathetic!" Maggie sapped. "You are going to have to do better than that. Maybe I should just lock you two up until you decide you are going to cooperate. Maybe your parents will want to know what a couple of girls gone wild, they've raised." Maggie grabbed hold of their arms, which terrified the girls.

"Wait! Wait please!" Brandy pleaded.

"We'll do it. We'll kiss." Lauren acquiesced.

"You two better drop this innocent, schoolgirl act. I know you are a pair of little sex kittens. Strutting around campus, thinking that you are better than everyone else. I want to see what caused all this commotion tonight or else." 

Brandy and Lauren were reluctant, but came together and were joined in a kiss. It was a kiss unlike any of previous playful antics. Normally, when they did this, they were in control. They liked to tease and be the objects of lust. Tonight, they had no say in the matter, they were in the custody of a campus cop. One who planned to make them her personal playthings.

"That's it, don't stop. Let me see some more tongue."

The girls parted their lips, slowly their pink tongues emerged, meeting in a warm, wet exchange. "Very nice, very nice," Maggie decided. 

Lustfully Maggie raised her nightstick poking and prodding their perky breasts. "Mmm, so firm. I need to search you both. I want you on opposite sides of the desk. Put your hands on it, bend over, legs spread apart."

The girls had a sense there was something wrong, both with the officer's demands and her demeanor. But they were afraid and hoped this awkward encounter would soon be over if they simply complied.

Maggie circled the desk and admired the view as the girls timidly assumed the position. Bent over in their underwear displaying their delicious derrieres. Maggie thought these had to be the two tastiest teen tushes she had ever seen. 

Running her hands over Brandy first, she felt the young woman tense at being touched. The officer wasn't so much searching for something as she was surveying the curves of her body. Brandy's skin was so smooth, it was hard to stop. Maggie's greedy hands moved along the bare skin, occasionally stopping, to gently squeeze the flesh of the firm freshman. Maggie then placed her hand between Brandy's legs, cupping her pussy, causing Brandy to gasp. It felt warm and soft to Maggie and she wondered about its taste and tightness.

"I'm not hiding anything." Brandy blurted out as she attempted to stand up. But Maggie placed a strong hand on her back and forced her down on the desk.

"No. You put it all out there for the world to see, don't you?"

Maggie lustfully tugged and toyed with Brandy's meager panties. "You need a good spanking, I think." Maggie pulled the sexy underwear up and into her ass, playfully slapping at the exposed flesh.




Brandy's College Education Ch. 03



Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Ouch! Please stop officer Ryan. I'm sorry!" Brandy pleaded.

"You will be sorry. If you don't do as I say."

"Wiggle your ass for me. That's it make move. You wiggle it all over campus, now wiggle it for me."

Brandy did as she was told. Moving her ass for Maggie's amusement. The act made the officer feel as powerful as it made Brandy feel helpless and humiliated.

"That a girl." The officer praised her for it. "You like showing off don't you?" 

"Yes." Brandy whispered.

Maggie then began kneading the round ass cheeks in earnest. They were just so squeezable, sticking out enticingly. Seemingly begging for attention, which the officer was happy to provide. She began kissing down the curve of Brandy's arched back and buried her face in Brandy's bum, kissing, biting and licking the plump rump. Brandy squirmed, feeling self-conscious at the close examination of her ass, by another woman, but unable to deny the feeling it stirred within her.

Brandy could only moan, as she felt her underwear pulled aside and her ass cheeks spread. "Oh, oooh...please." Her most private parts were penetrated by the tongue of the older woman.

Lauren looked across the desk, afraid for her best friend. "What is she doing to you?"

Maggie detected the honey scented body wash Brandy had used and drove her tongue in as deep as she could, savoring the sweet nectar of her ripe pussy. "Mmm...you're so sweet."

Brandy was on weak knees as she felt the officer's nightstick slide in between her legs. It was eased, back and forth, causing Brandy to sigh as her pussy was teased. "Please, no..."

Brandy began panting as the hard, thick stick, slid along her exposed pussy.

"I think she likes it. What do you think Lauren?"

"Um, I...I guess so." Lauren offered.

"I think that if you act like sluts, you should get treated like sluts." Maggie removed the stick, it had a bit of moisture on it. She grinned wickedly and grabbing Brandy by the arm, escorted her towards her other prisoner. 

She held it up to Lauren. "Lick it clean."

"What?!?" Lauren was horrorified.

"You heard me. Lick it!"

"Ok, ok."

Lauren was so intimidated by the officer, she extended her tongue and licked the nightstick clean. It was an erotic visual to be sure. Both Maggie and Brandy watched Lauren's tongue glide along the phallic stick. Satisfied, Maggie turned her attention the beautiful blonde's breasts. They were encased in a cleavage inducing, padded push-up bra. 

"Take your bra off." Maggie commanded. She loved ordering the scared, sexy young women around.

With shaking hands, Lauren reached behind herself and unclasped the bright blue bra. When she didn't take it completely off, Maggie hooked her nightstick under it and pulled it from her. 

"Now, shake them."

"What?"

"Shake your tits for me."

Lauren slowly swayed from side to side, causing her breasts to dance. 

"That's it, shake them. It's not that cold in here, but your nipples seem hard." Lauren felt her face warm and flush with embarrassment. But her nipples were stiffening under the chilly stare of the officer.

"We need to be sure, don't we?" Without waiting for a response, Maggie leaned in and took one of Lauren's nipples in her mouth. Sucking and licking. "Mmm...Maybe we should get a second opinion."

Maggie pushed Brandy into Lauren. "Brandy, put your hands on Lauren's breasts. That's it, now give them a nice squeeze." 

Lauren closed her eyes as her best friend felt her up. But Maggie was determined to control the action and their arousal. "Open your eyes, look at her, while she's touching you." 

Staring into each others eyes made the intimate act all the more intense for the girls. Brandy caressed her friend's tender breasts, while Lauren whimpered and watched her in disbelief. 

"Firm, aren't they?" Maggie asked, positioning herself behind Lauren. Slowly she eased her hand into the bright blue thong and ran her finger along Lauren's slit, causing her to tremble. Maggie noticed goose pimples form along the young woman's arms.

Using her other hand, Maggie reached for Brandy's head and lowered it to Lauren's chest. "Kiss them Brandy." 

Brandy ran her tongue along the soft curve of Lauren's breast, stopping to kiss the firm, pinkish nipple. Lauren groaned, "Oh, B..."

Maggie was quite aroused and believed that the girls were starting to be as well. She found it impossible to wait any longer. Maggie grabbed a handful of hair of both girls and brought their faces to hers. She took turns kissing them both. Forcing a deep kiss on Brandy, then Lauren. Then, bringing their faces together. This time the young women didn't hesitate to lock lips, kissing each other with passion. They explored each others mouths with their tongues and with some of the initial shock gone, they became more open to the pleasure the act gave them.

"You must be good students, you learn fast. Get up on the desk, on your hands and knees. I think you know the position," she taunted.

The girls hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto the desk, facing each other on all fours. 

"Crawl forward and kiss." Maggie ordered. 

They met at the center of the desk, stared at each other for a moment before closing their eyes and pressing their lips together hungrily. Making out with a passion that Maggie had brought out in them. Eventually stopping, to peek over at their captor. Who circled the desk and continued to smile wickedly at their performance.

"Turn around Brandy, let Lauren and I see that cute little ass." Brandy obeyed, self-consciously pointing her ass at her best friend.

"She has an amazing ass, doesn't she Lauren?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I think you are going to kiss that ass."

"Um, ok...ok" Lauren's resistance was broken and she faced her fate and her friend's ass head on. Bringing her face to Brandy's bum, she planted a soft kiss on it, backing quickly away afterward.

This was not enough for their captor. "Do it again...and don't stop until I tell you to."

Maggie also continued to humiliate Brandy. "You like being on your hands and knees, don't you?"

"Answer me!"

"Yes. Yes, I like it."

"Lauren, keep kissing her ass." Lauren obeyed, dragging her tongue along Brandy's round rump. Stopping to only plant a kiss or to playfully nibble on it. 

"Very nice. I think those panties are getting in your way though. You better take them off her."

"B, what are we gonna do?" Lauren whispered to her friend. 

"I don't think we have any choice..."

With her fingers gripping the waistband of Brandy's panties, Lauren looked up nervously at her friend. Brandy whispered reassuringly to her. "Do it...take my panties off."

As the underwear were lowered down Brandy's smooth legs, Lauren found her face inches away from her best friend's bald pussy. 

"Taste her Lauren, don't be afraid."

Lauren kissed Brandy between her legs and apprehensively extended he tongue. Eventually working it along and then into Brandy's pussy. 

"Oh, oh...Lauren." Brandy gasped and spread her legs slightly, allowing Lauren greater access to moist mound. 

Brandy tasted unlike anything Lauren had ever had before, but she found that she liked it. Slightly sweet, she lapped at her best friend's moist slit. Her technique was not great, but she became more enthusiastic, once the initial apprehension passed.

"Brandy, I think you should return the favor. Get on top of Lauren, I want you to eat each other out." 

Awkwardly the girls changed positions, Lauren laid down and Brandy climbed on top of her. Their beautiful bodies became locked in the sixty-nine position. The girls were facing each others pussies and the reality that their friendship would be forever changed. 

Over their heavy breathing they heard Maggie's command. "Make each other cum." 

The two girls who shared everything were now sharing their bodies with each other. 

Both began licking in earnest. Each lick from one would encourage the other. In such an intimate act, they eventually became more lovers, than friends. Brandy was the more experienced, having had several encounters over the summer at her family reunion as well as her recent adventures on campus. She used her expert tongue, to delve, deep into Lauren's love box and to focus a flurry of licks on her clit. Pushing Lauren to pleasures she had never known. Lauren was rolling her head, side to side, confused by what she was experiencing, but desperate for it at the same time.

"Brandy! Oh Brandy, what's happening? Oh, oh...yes! Yes!"

Lauren had never felt an orgasm, with a partner, before tonight. The boys she dated were usually more concerned with getting off and never bothered to ask if she was satisfied. Now she found herself clutching her best friend's body and quivering at the sensations she brought out of her. 

Brandy sat up, straddling her best friend's face, waiting for Lauren to resume licking her. Closing her eyes, she eventually felt Lauren extend her tongue. In response, Brandy began gently rock back and forth, controlling the location and pressure of Lauren's tongue. 

"Mmm...oh Lauren. Oh, Oh, Oh!

"That's it Brandy, ride her face." Maggie encouraged.

Brandy increased her movements on command, forcing herself down harder on her roommate's mouth. With her chest thrust out and her head back, Brandy began to tremble..."I'm going to cum. Oh, yes! Oh! Oh!" Brandy tensed up, trembled, then slumped down on the desk, lying alongside her lover. 

Maggie undressed, watching the girls as they wiped their mouths, which were wet with each other's juices. They avoided eye contact with each other, somewhat ashamed that they had just engaged in such an intimate act, and that they had both been brought to orgasm. 

They were brought back to reality, when they heard the officer's voice. "Get down here on the floor, on your knees."

Climbing off the desk, the girls sank to the floor, fearful of what was going to happen next. Their fears were realized as Maggie sat in her chair, raised and spread her legs. She placed her feet on the edge of the desk, trapping the girls between her strong legs.

Taking a handful of their hair in each hand, she brought their faces towards her. Now, be good little girls and eat my pussy.

Obediently the girls did as they were told. Both were thinking the same thing, which was that police officer pussy, didn't taste as good. Maggie was already wet and the added stimulation quickly caused her pussy lips to part.

"You like the taste? That's the taste of freedom, for two naughty girls."

"Uh, eat me you sluts! Yes! Make me cum, make me...uhhh!" Maggie was so turned on, from the feeling of power and the two tongues eating her earnestly, that it took no time for her to get off. Maggie doubled over, almost knocking the girls down. She clutched at their heads, pressing them hard against her sex. She shook, cumming all over their beautiful faces. "Yes! Ugh, uh, uh!"

The officer stood up, pulling both girls to their feet. "I have a special treat still in store for you both. Lauren, I want you on the desk, on your back. Brandy, get on the opposite side."

Maggie reached for the duffle bag she had brought from her car. The girls watched in horror at what came out of the bag, but even more afraid at the thought of what it might be going into...them!

Maggie grinned at the look on their faces as she strapped a dildo on. "Now you two are going to get the fucking you have been asking for since you got on campus." She stepped forward and grabbing Lauren by the hips, eased her back on the desk and teased her moist pussy with the toy. 

"You are a sexy little thing aren't you?" Maggie admired the beautiful blonde's flawless skin, big brown eyes and full lips. "Well, aren't you?"

"Please don't do this officer Ryan, please." Lauren tried in vain to get off the desk.

"I am not going to ask you again!" Maggie insisted. 

"Yes! Yes, I'm a sexy, little thing."

With that admission, Maggie began to force the dildo into her. 

"Oh, please, no..." Lauren tried to push the officer away. But her resistance only fueled the woman's desire, she was not to be denied any of the pleasure or revenge she felt she deserved. She grabbed Lauren's hands pinned them to the desk, above her head, effectively restraining her captive. Maggie was finally thrusting the dildo in and out. "Oh, oh, oh!"

"I can't believe how tight you are!" Maggie was fucking Lauren even harder now. The reality of the encounter was far greater, than even Maggie's fantasies, as the young woman call out to her friend, helplessly.

"Brandy! Brandy! She's fucking me! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Brandy wanted to look away, but found that she couldn't. She saw that Lauren had stopped struggling and was finally allowing herself to be used.

But that still wasn't enough for Maggie. "Tell me you like it."

"Oh, yes! Yes, I like it."

"That's my good little girl. I knew you would. You're a pretty little lipstick lesbian aren't you?"

"No." Lauren gasped.

"Your body tells a different story. Say you're a lesbian. Say it!"

"Oh, I'm a lesbian. I'm your lesbian."

Maggie increased her pace, causing the petite blonde's entire body to shake from the forceful thrusts. Lauren wrapped her legs around the policewoman and squeezed, accepting the dildo deeply and her situation completely.

Lauren felt a change coming over her, she felt so warm, so wet, so wanting. The release she needed now had nothing to do with getting away from the officer. "Uh, oh! Oh! Oh!" She arched her back and came for the second time that night.

Maggie stayed buried in Lauren for a moment, kissing the younger woman. Eventually, she withdrew and escorted Lauren to the other side of the desk. They moved to where Brandy waited, she bent over in anticipation. Brandy knew she had no choice, no say and no rights. She was there to serve a woman, whose job it was to protect and serve. Humbly Brandy closed her eyes and spread her legs, offering her body to the officer.

"I knew you wanted it." Maggie boasted.

Maggie was like a kid in a candy store with the endless treats the girls provided. She ran her hands along Brandy and locked them onto her tiny waist. The dildo slid in easily, still slick with Lauren's juices. As it plunged deeper and deeper into her prey, Brandy's moans became louder and louder. 

"That's it, make some noise for me you little tease."

She didn't have to ask a second time. "Oh, oh, oh!"

"That a girl." Maggie laughed, pulling on Brandy's bra like reins, as she rode the young woman.

"You are so fuckable!" Maggie hissed, squeezing at Brandy's ass, as it shook comically from the impact of the dildo drilling her moist mound. "I want you to say it. Tell me how fuckable you are!"

"Oh! Oh, I'm fuckable! I'm fuckable!" Brandy moaned.

Maggie summoned Lauren to her side. "Look at that ass. Slap it. Slap her ass." 

Lauren gingerly brought her hand down on her best friend's behind. 

"Harder! Do it harder. She likes it." Maggie mocked.

"Brandy, I want to hear you say, give it to me, every time you feel Lauren's hand."

Lauren continued to spank her roommate.

Slap.

"Oh! Give it to me." Brandy cooed.

"Louder this time!"

Slap.

"Give it to me!" Brandy yelled.

Maggie continued to command the girls. "Now Lauren, put your finger in Brandy's ass."

"No, please!" Brandy was startled and looked over her shoulder in fear. 

Lauren felt guilty, but starring down at the precious pink hole, she found that she wanted to explore it and these strange new feelings. She slowly wormed her finger into the ass of her best friend.

Maggie was wild watching the action. "Deeper, push it." Soon Lauren was knuckle-deep in the tiny opening.

"You're too deep Lauren. Oh, oh, my ass. My ass!" Brandy shrieked.

Maggie couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't stop spanking her. She loves it!"

Slap.

"Oh, oh, oh, give it to me! " Brandy was overwhelmed by the double-penetration.

Slap!

"Give it to me, please!"

Brandy's beautiful face showed a look of complete sexual surrender. She grew more and more aroused from the humping and humiliation. She needed no further prompting to plead with her punishers. She arched her back, her head and hiney rising up. "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Give it to meeeee!"

Brandy's entire body felt like it was no longer hers. She was aware of nothing but the wild eruption of pleasure that peaked within her. Her body spasmed and she seemed to lose all ability to speak. It was the longest orgasm of her short life and when it finally eclipsed, she collapsed down on the desk, as the dildo and her friend's finger were slowly withdrawn from her.

Maggie smiled triumphantly, watching the spent teens. She had her fun and though she would have liked to continue using them all night, she thought it was best to let them go. She grabbed Lauren's face and kissed her passionately. Lauren was overwhelmed; this experience had exhausted and exhilarated her. When Maggie broke the kiss, she hissed, "get dressed, you're both free to go." 

The girls were almost in a state of shock, staggering towards the door. They took a cab back to their dorm, sitting in silence for the entire ride.

Back in the safety of their dorm, Brandy tried to put the encounter behind her. She showered and went right to bed. By the time Lauren emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel, her roommate was fast asleep. Lauren sat on the edge of Brandy's bed and watched her sleep. She smiled at her the peaceful, angelic look on her friend's face.

"B, are you awake?"

When her roommate did not respond, Lauren slowly extended her hand. She gently moved a lock of hair that had fallen across Brandy's face. Lauren stood, dropped her towel to their dorm floor and eased her naked body under the covers alongside Brandy, causing her to stir.

"It's ok, go back to sleep." Lauren reassured her. "I just want to spoon."

She took the opportunity to snuggle up to her friend. As Brandy drifted back off, it was with the feeling of Lauren's warm body pressed against her. Once Lauren was sure that Brandy was asleep, she worked a hand inside her friend's pajama bottoms, nestling it in between Brandy's thighs. Lauren was awake for much of the night, cuddling and caressing her friend tenderly. 

Something in Lauren was awakened on this day and she wouldn't rest until she had it again.



Brandy's College Education Ch. 04



Brandy excitedly packed her suitcase with all the essentials. "Cute underwear, check! Sexy lingerie, check! Skimpy bikini, check!" 

Winter break was finally here and Brandy was thrilled. She had a reprieve from her studies and the football season had come to an end. No more cheerleading for Brandy and no prowling the sidelines, dressed as a tiger, for her boyfriend Ted. With the time off they were headed to the mountains, to do a bit of skiing. 

Ted's parents had a timeshare and he was looking forward to sharing some alone time with her freshman girlfriend. Brandy and Ted had taken things slow, at her request. In fact, despite all of Brandy's campus escapades, the couple had not slept together yet. It was a struggle for Ted, dating the girl of his dreams and not being able to fully enjoy all she had to offer. So when he asked Brandy to join him for a weekend away, she had decided the time was right. She was going to reward him for being a gentleman and give him a weekend he would never forget.

Brandy's lovely roommate Lauren watched the proceedings. "So this is it, huh B, time for your mascot to become a man?"

"I guess so." Brandy giggled. "Have you decided to head home?" 

"Yeah. Spend some time with the 'rents." Lauren sighed. 

While she was happy for her friend, she was also jealous and wished she was the one going away with Brandy, for a romantic weekend. Since their encounter with the campus police officer, Lauren had become increasingly interested in her best friend's body. As roommates and cheerleaders, she was able to sneak a peek at Brandy showering and changing clothes.

"Well, I'll see you soon." Brandy offered sympathetically. "We can hook up at some point for the holidays, maybe do some shopping."

"Sounds good."

Brandy dragged her suitcase downstairs and was met by Ted, who escorted her to a waiting SUV. As they approached it, she noticed a middle-aged man behind the wheel. "Uh...so my Dad is coming up with us, he has some business up north to attend to...and he wasn't crazy about lending me the car for the weekend." Ted offered glumly.

"Oh, ummm...ok." Brandy was a little surprised, but didn't think it was that a big deal. She knew Ted didn't have the best relationship with his father, so maybe the weekend away, could help bring them closer as well.

Dave Tanner sat up when he saw Brandy approach his car. "Holy shit!" He murmured. He had no idea that his son's girlfriend was so hot. Certainly Ted had boasted of her beauty, but his father just assumed she was just an average looking girl, with a great personality, not a complete sexpot. He leapt from the car making certain to get Brandy into the front passenger seat, next to him, while Ted loaded her suitcase and himself into the back.

Dave Tanner was 52-years old and owned a company that sold, installed and maintained hot tubs and tanning beds. As a result, the mountain resort they were headed to was also a client that he was calling on. He sported a fake tan, glasses and had a full head of hair. He was large and barrel-chested, much bigger than his son Ted. He was a decent looking man Brandy decided, with the exception of a ridiculous mustache that looked like it was left over from another decade.

The two-hour car ride offered plenty of time for the threesome to get to know each other. Mr. Tanner asked about the football team, but then used the topic to discuss his own college-football career. Being the team's quarterback, he had plenty of stories of his heroics. Ted, who failed to make the team and make his father proud, slumped down in the back, while Brandy listened intently, hoping to make a good impression on her boyfriend's father. 

She succeeded! Halfway to their destination the elder Tanner was completely smitten with Brandy. Her beautiful face was framed by shiny-shoulder length brown hair and highlighted by her large brown eyes and full lips. She seemed to always be flashing a mischievous smile and offering a flirty laugh.

Eventually they arrived at the mountains-side condo and the group settled in. In their room, Ted wasted little time in clumsily kissing Brandy and guiding her toward the bed. The two teens were making out, when there was a loud knock on the door and an even louder shout. 

"C'mon you two, there is time to get one run in before dark."

Ted sighed. But Brandy comforted him, "don't worry, we have all weekend."

Despite having her beautiful body covered in warm ski gear, both men were taken aback when Brandy was finally ready. She looked adorable, dressed mostly in white, like a snow angel. Brandy was an intoxicating mix of cute and sexy, that few men could resist and Brandy basked in their admiration.

Making their way towards the ski lift, Brandy and Ted couldn't take their eyes off the majestic mountain-view. Mr. Tanner meanwhile was completely fixated on his son's girlfriend. How the hell did he get her? He kept asking himself.

As he got closer to the mountain, Mr. Tanner's competitive nature emerged. "Race you on the black diamond son?"

Ted was less confident. "Uh, well it's been a while since I've skied. Besides Brandy's never skied, so I was going to keep an eye on her."

"Oh, we have a virgin with us?" Mr. Tanner crassly joked. Brandy giggled, but Ted rolled his eyes.

"Brandy's a big girl," he continued, "she doesn't need you babysitting her. Brandy don't you want to see Ted ski the black diamond?"

Ted hated when his father got like this. Pressure from your peers was bad enough, but coming from a parent, it was unbearable. "Dad..."

"Well, I am going to the bunny slope, so feel free to go with your father." She suggested.

"They'll rename it the sexy ski bunny slope with you there." Mr. Tanner continued his shameless flirting, and then murmured..."Damn, I have got to get inside those pants."

"What did you say Mr. Tanner?" Brandy asked.

"Oh, just that my son doesn't stand a chance."

Ted decided that he had had enough taunting and agreed to his fathers challenge.

"Ok, be careful Ted." Brandy leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

As they leapt from the lift, Mr. Tanner talked a little more smack to his son. "I'll see you in the lodge son. I'll be having a drink with Brandy by the time you arrive."

The two men took off down the mountain, their fractured relationship, soon the least of Ted's worries. Ted pushed himself to keep up with his father, but his pride soon did him in. He misjudged a jump and landed awkwardly, breaking his leg in the process. 

Ski patrol personnel were quickly on the scene and rushed Ted to the hospital. Mr. Tanner retrieved Brandy and followed in his SUV. As Brandy fretted about Ted, Mr. Tanner placed a hand on her leg. Brandy felt awful about what happened, while the man responsible, felt the firm thigh of his passenger.

In the waiting room, Mr. Tanner used the situation to get a little closer to Brandy. "He'll be ok." He said reassuringly, putting his arm around the much younger woman. Brandy wished she had stopped Ted from taking on the difficult run.

"I know he will, he's a Tanner," she suggested. Brandy snuggled in close, resting her head on his broad shoulder. She was worried, but found the fatherly affection of Mr. Tanner comforting. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, which made Brandy smile.

The doctor eventually came to see them and explained that in addition to the broken leg, Ted had suffered a fractured pelvic bone. He was going to be fine, but should spend the night at the hospital. The pain medication had kicked in and Ted was pretty out of it. "You can take him home tomorrow."

Back at the condo, after a quick dinner, Mr. Tanner decided to make his move. "I have a great idea. How about unwinding in the hot tub? The hot water will melt away the day's soreness and stress."

"I'm not sure." Brandy wondered if having fun, under the circumstances, was appropriate. 

"Come on, he's gonna be fine. I insist! House rules, you have to hot tub. You brought a bathing suit, right?"

"Um, yeah."

"Well, go put it on. I'll get the tub fired up."

"Ok, Mr. Tanner." Brandy agreed, since it not only sounded fun, but would give her a chance to bond with her boyfriend's father.

In her room, Brandy put on the bright pink bikini, she had hoped to wear for Ted. He told her about the hot tub and she was hoping for some hot tub hijinks with her boyfriend. He would not have been able to resist me in this, she decided, as she looked herself up and down in the mirror. Brandy covered herself in Ted's terrycloth robe, for the walk outside.

Brandy raced from the condo's back door, along the wooden deck to the hot tub. It was cold out, but the heat rising from the tub promised a steamy sanctuary. She saw Mr. Tanner waiting inside as well. 

When she reached the tub, Brandy tentatively dipped a delicate toe in, to test the water. "Oh, its so warm!" She gushed. 

The anticipation of seeing Brandy disrobe was driving Dave Tanner crazy. "You better get in, or you'll catch a cold."

Brandy smiled and dropped the robe causing Mr. Tanner's jaw to drop. She revealed the most amazing bikini body. With her winter clothes finally removed, Dave Tanner was finally able to see the wonders that were hinted at all day.

The bright bikini highlighted the coed's curves. Stretched snuggly on her tight teen body, the bikini seemed to be straining to contain her. Brandy was a petite girl, only standing 5' 2"...but she had a wonderfully curvaceous figure. Dave Tanner hadn't seen anything like it in years, if ever. His eyes raced from the cleavage caused by the tight top, to her flat tummy and tiny navel, to the small pink triangle of material, which concealed even greater pink treasures.

"Like what you see?" Brandy asked coyly. She knew the answer. But she enjoyed flirting. Men's reactions to her beauty flattered her, fueled her confidence and her self-esteem depended on it. Dave Tanner could barely speak, he simply stared. Finally extending a hand and assisting Brandy into the tub and into his clutches.

"Champagne?" The older man reached for a bottle he had chilling on the deck.

"Yes, please! Thanks Mr. Tanner." He poured them each a glass as Brandy excitedly took in the their surroundings. The mountains and star filled sky were spectacular. "You have an incredible view!" 

"I certainly do. You are just killing that bikini young lady."

Brandy giggled at his comments. Brandy felt sexy, soaking in the tub and the attention of the older man. 

Mr. Tanner was not shy in his appraisal of her beauty. "Have you done any modeling?"

Brandy giggled. "Not professionally, no."

"Well, at my company, we're always looking for fresh uh...talent. To model alongside the products, in ads, at tradeshows..." Mr. Tanner retrieved a digital camera from his robe's pocket.

"Wow! Really? That would be so cool." She eagerly replied. Neither the hot tub, nor the champagne, was as bubbly as the perky teen.

Brandy struck some sexy poses for her admirer. Placing a hand on her hip, she tilted her head to one side and smiled. Then puckered her lips, feigning an attitude and flashing the peace sign. "Maybe I can put these on my facebook page."

"Sure, sure...Now put your hands behind your head."

Brandy followed his instructions, thrusting her chest out slightly with her arms up and hands behind her head.

"Nice! Now turn around." He continued to take photos and direct her.

Brandy did as she was told, peeking playfully over her shoulder, as her ass was exhibited.

"My god, Brandy...you have an amazing ass." 

"Hee, hee. Thanks Mr. Tanner." Brandy bent slightly at the waist, causing her already robust rump to stick out further. She hooked her thumb into the small strip that wrapped across her hip and gave them a tug, revealing a little more skin and her desire to tease.

Damn...has my son fucked that? He wondered to himself. Dave Tanner was getting hard, just watching the tempting teen pose for him. He needed to make another move.

"Hey, how about a massage? You were under a lot of stress today."

"Ok!" Brandy settled in between the older mans legs, as he began to caress, then massage her shoulders, neck and back.

"Mmm, that feels so good." She purred.

"Yes, yes you do." Mr. Tanner not only had his hands on Brandy, but her bum sat squarely on his rapidly growing erection. He wondered if Brandy was somehow oblivious, or simply enjoyed the feeling of his cock pressing against her bikini-clad bottom. Either way, this is going to be easier than he thought. She was either completely naive or a total nympho or maybe a perfect mix of both.

"Oh, I'm so tight." She whispered.

"That's what my son said." He crudely joked.

"Oh, he wouldn't know." Brandy offered glumly.

"What do you mean? Wait a minute!" He turned Brandy towards him. "You mean he hasn't..." My son is a bigger loser than I thought, he decided.

"This was going to be our special night."

Mr. Tanner continued to work her back and stroke her ego. "You wanted to wear that bikini for him?"

"And some other things," she giggled. 

Mr. Tanner was more disappointed in his son and even more determined to bed Brandy. He wanted to be the first Tanner man to have her. 

"It can still be special Brandy. More champagne?"

Before Brandy could even answer, he poured the bottle over her neck and chest. The bubbly cascaded down between her perky breasts. When the chilled liquid reached her nipples she shivered and the sensitive skin stiffened.

"Mr. Tanner!"

Holding her in place with one arm, he began aggressively kissing and licking the bubbly from her beautiful body. Her shoulders, neck and chest were all assaulted. Brandy's head was spinning, the champagne had dulled her senses somewhat and she sat squirming on the older man's lap as he lapped up the champagne. Every drop tasted sweeter than it had before, mixed with Brandy's body.

It was only now that it occurred to Brandy that hot tubbing with her boyfriend's father might not be a good idea.

"Mr. Tanner please! What are you doing? I'm with your son! What about Ted?"

"Not tonight. Tonight you're with me. Tonight you're my girl."

"My little girl." He groaned, sticking a hand into the bikini bottoms and giving Brandy's ass a good squeeze.

Mr. Tanner's hands seemed to be everywhere, making it difficult for Brandy to defend her body. Meanwhile she felt his erection poking her from below the water. He grabbed the back of her head and forced a kiss on her. But he briefly stopped, unsatisfied. "Open your mouth!"

"Open it!"

Brandy obeyed and was rewarded with a mouthful of champagne, poured right from the bottle. Before she could even swallow it, she received Mr. Tanner's tongue, as a chaser as he kissed her delicious mouth.

He began struggling to remove his trunks, while Brandy struggled to get away. "You're not going anywhere Brandy."

"Please Mr. Tanner!"

"Yes, yes you are gonna please Mr. Tanner." He said, twisting the meaning of her words and tugging at her bikini top. Brandy pulled free, but backed right up against the side of the tub. Dave Tanner's large hands locked onto her body, lifting her up, he locked his mouth onto her perky breasts.

"Oh, oh no..."

With Brandy trapped in one arm, Dave Tanner freed her from her bikini bottoms with the other. He settled himself down, with her on top of him, his cock poking at her pussy. Brandy reached under the water, grabbed a handful of cock and tried to redirect it, but there was no stopping it. Mr. Tanner also held it in one hand now and easily won their power struggle, penetrating her pussy and causing her to gasp.

"Oh...Oooh!"

Mr. Tanner began to force her down, into the tub and onto his dick. She struggled to stop it, but once it was in, Brandy felt herself trapped by his hands as well as the impaled on his cock. There seemed to be no escape.

"That's my little snow bunny! Bounce! Bounce on that cock!"

Brandy had little choice as she found herself forced up and down. Her breasts bounced freely, splashing the water as she was rode on his dick. "Oh, Mr. Tanner...no! This is wrong!"

"Ugh, Brandy! You feel so good. You're so tight."

Mr. Tanner the stood in the tub, with Brandy in his arms. She was so small, so sexy, he held her aloft as he continued to thrust his cock inside the naive 19-year old.

She wanted him to stop, she wanted to be good, she wanted to be with Ted. But her body betrayed her. With every thrust, her eyes closed more and her mouth opened further. Brandy couldn't resist the feeling that was building in her. The older man's full-length felt amazing inside her. She stopped struggling and wrapped her legs around him, relinquishing control of her body to Mr. Tanner. Surprised, he held her there for a moment, as they both took in the intensity of the encounter. They looked into each other's eyes and between pants, Brandy whispered the words, "fuck me."

This caused Dave Tanner to speed up and Brandy to bounce wildly on him. They were fucking with abandon now. Their bodies and the hot tub buddling over with heat.

Backing up, Mr. Tanner eased himself down on the deck, with his legs still in the tub and his cock still inside Brandy. She was perched atop him, his old hairy body beneath her youthful and perfectly smooth one. She had a lost look in her eyes, as if she was unable to control her actions. Her judgment was impaired and her desire driving her. Slowly Brandy began to gyrate her beautiful body on his. Easing her hips back and forth, his meat sliding in and out of her.

From the next mountainside condo, they heard some laughter, looked up and saw that a few young men were out on their balcony, enjoying the show. 

Brandy was slowly gyrating atop the older man. 

"Oh man! Look at her go! Whooo-hooo!"

Brandy tried to ignore them. She was reminded of cheering at her college football games, performing for men, who lusted after her. Hearing their taunts and obscene comments was humiliating, but also exhilarating to her. She found being lusted after my men was as intoxicating as any alcohol. Mr. Tanner gave them a thumbs up, making them encourage the action even more.

"Damn! Yeah, give it to her her! Look at her ride that cock!"

Brandy was moving so erotically, wiggling her bum, and undulating her stomach, in a sensual lap dance.

"You are one hot piece of ass! Don't stop! Move your ass! Move it!" Mr. Tanner was relishing telling Brandy what to do. She enjoyed it as well, as it encouraged her naturally submissive demeanor. 

Brandy got her feet under her, in a squatting position, she was able to speed up and move closer towards an orgasm. 

"Oh, make me your girl. Make me your naughty little girl Mr. Tanner."

With the shouts of her audience in her ears and Mr. Tanners dick filling her pussy, Brandy dropped down to her knees, impaling herself and thrashing about. The familiar sensation of an orgasm approached. Her body was warm, despite the cold air and she began to tingle. She became aware of only the pleasure she felt. 

Brandy threw her head back and squealed. Quivering as her body erupted with pleasure. Her fans on the balcony erupted in cheers, watching the young woman lose control of herself.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

As her orgasm subsided, Brandy felt herself being laid down on the deck, straddled by her large, hairy lover. He placed his cock between her breasts and began sliding it back and forth.

Instinctively, Brandy cupped her breasts and squeezed them together. She stared into the older man's eyes as she fondled herself and added pressure to the rigid cock, she cradled in her cleavage. Brandy marveled at how hard her nipples were, while Dave Tanner marveled at her beauty. Her large brown eyes were half closed, but they stared lustfully at him, from under long lashes.

"Who's girl are you?" He groaned, his cock aching to cum.




Brandy's College Education Ch. 04



"I'm your girl, I'm all yours!" Brandy offered.

Dave Tanner grabbed a handful of her wet hair, holding her head in one hand and his cock in the other. 

"Oh fuck! Ugh!"

A chorus of cheers and a shower of cum, then rained down on Brandy. A massive load of cum covering her beautiful face. 

As their encounter came to a messy finish, Brandy felt shame, take the place of her arousal. She squirmed out from under the older man and scampered back into the condo. Locking herself in the bedroom she had hoped to share with Ted. 

The following morning Mr. Tanner departed early for his business meetings. Leaving Brandy to wonder how she had let this all happen. Oh, poor Ted. She was simply too sexy to for her own good, she mused. Brandy decided that she would make it up to Ted tonight.

Later in the afternoon, Dave Tanner returned with his son from the hospital. Ted was on crutches and in tremendous discomfort. Brandy spent the rest of the day attending to him, waiting on him hand and foot. She cared for him and was suffering with guilt about what had transpired while he was in the hospital. Ted was in a considerable amount of pain as well. He laid still in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, due to the heavy pain medication the doctors prescribed.

Despite his discomfort, Ted was still a teenage boy and horny as hell. In the evening, while he and Brandy laid on their bed watching television, he began touching his girlfriend and had an immediate erection. Brandy kissed him in response and wanted to reward him for his devotion. "How do you feel? Can we..?"

"Who cares? You feel amazing," he said rolling towards her and grabbing her ass.

"Argh! My leg!" Ted had rolled too far onto his side and was immediately reminded of his injury.

"Oh Ted! You need to take your medicine."

"No! No, it makes me sleepy."

Brandy smiled sympathetically. "Ok, look. Relax, while I go shower and change. I brought something very special to wear for you. When I come back, you can just lie there, while I do everything."

Ted's eyes lit up. Does she mean a blowjob? He wondered.

"Think you can stay awake for me?" She teased.

"Definitely! But hurry, ok?"

"I will. I promise it will be worth the wait." Brandy kissed her boyfriend and left with her bag for the bathroom. As she moved down the hallway, she didn't notice Ted's father, lurking in the doorway to his room. "That little slut just can't get enough, can she?" He smirked and marched right into his son's bedroom.

"Hey pal...how we doin'?"

"Uh, fine."

Dave Tanner reached for the pill bottle on the nightstand. "Time to take your medicine."

"No! Uh, no thanks Dad. I'm feeling better, much better than before."

"Nonsense. Listen son, that's a bad break. When I was playing football, even I needed some pain relief once in a while."

Ted was only thinking of the sweet relief of his girlfriend. But he was unable to discourage his father. He took the pill and swallowed hard, hoping its effects would not take hold too quickly. 

Dave Tanner patted his son's shoulder and in a final insult as he walked out..."you need to be careful with those curves." His son looked at him confused. Does he mean skiing or Brandy? Oh, Brandy...hurry...

Brandy had finally finished showering and was preparing herself for her man. She dressed in herself in a white bra and panty set. Both were trimmed with delicate white lace and featured tiny white bows. One sat between the padded, push-up cups of the bra, the other in the center of the waistband of the thong panties. The outfit was completed with a pair of white, thigh-high stockings. Brandy managed to look both sweet and sexy in the ensemble. She wrapped herself in her silky robe and crept back to the bedroom.

She climbed into bed, hoping to relieve him of his pent up frustration and herself of guilt. She began kissing and touching Ted. But the only response she got was a soft snore...the medicine had already taken effect.

Discouraged, Brandy sighed and snuggled up to Ted, allowing herself to drift off as well.

Later that night, Dave Tanner approached the bed cautiously finding both Ted and Brandy fast asleep. He turned on the bedside lamp to get a better look, what he saw got him turned on. Brandy looked angelic as she slept peacefully. She was wrapped in a silk robe, which he wasted no time untying and pulling open. Beneath it he found the white bra and panty set. She looked like a virgin bride, he thought, one he planned to further deflower. He stood admiring the sleeping beauty for a moment, then removed his boxers and grabbed a hold of his cock.

He stroked it a few times, then as it sprung to life, he gently rubbed it along the beautiful face he had cum on the night before. He dragged it down her neck, to her breasts. The padded cups made Brandy's mouthwatering mounds stand proudly on her petite body. He watched as they rose and fell with her breathing and couldn't resist taking them in his hands. He straddled her, careful to not sit down. Still asleep, Brandy's head turned and she let out a sigh, as her breasts were caressed. 

Taking the sash from her robe, he tied it, like a blindfold on the tired teen.

As Brandy began to stir, she believed it was her boyfriend, who was toying with her. "Mmm...Ted?"

She was still sleepy and it hadn't registered with her that Ted was being more mobile, than he had been earlier.

Dave Tanner deceptively whispered for her to be quiet. "Shhh..." He expertly unclasped the bra, exposing Brandy's breasts. They rose and fell faster now with her deeper breathing, her hardening brown nipples pointing towards the older man. They felt soft and warm and begged to be touched. Dave Tanner squeezed harder now and pinched her nipples, eliciting a gasp from the clueless coed.

"Oh, yes. Please don't stop." Brandy purred. "Ted...are you ok? Can we do..."

Her concerns were suddenly silenced with cock. Feeling it against her lips, Brandy opened her mouth, taking the head and gently sucking it, like a lollipop. "Mmm...mmm...mmm."

Dave Tanner smiled smugly watching his dick slide in and out of her mouth. Damn, what a cute little cocksucker, he thought. Brandy turned her head, swirling her lips around his swollen stick.

He reached back between her legs and rubbed her pussy, through the panties. Brandy began to moan as she sucked the man she thought was her boyfriend. Mr. Tanner could feel the crotch of her panties getting wet and wormed a finger inside them. He found her smooth and freshly shaven, her slit wet and wanting and he promptly put his finger it into it. 

Brandy moaned as she was penetrated. "Oh, Ted..."

Mr. Tanner continued to slide his finger in and out of her. Feeling how wet she was, he wanted to replace his finger, with another appendage. He mounted the young woman, trying to keep his full weight and hairy body from revealing who he was.

Removing his finger, he rubbed it along Brandy's full lips. She responded my parting her lips and accepting it in her mouth, sighing as she savored her sweet taste. This sent Dave Tanner over the edge and into Brandy. He positioned his cock at her moist slit and groaned as he felt her pussy give way, accepting inch after inch of the older man.

"Oh! Finally! Oh Ted...I want to look at you." Brandy reached up and pulled her blindfold aside. 

"Oh no! No, not again!" Brandy recoiled at the sight of Mr. Tanner, on top of her and completely inside of her. After uncovering her eyes, she had to cover her mouth to stifle her cries anguish and arousal.

"Please don't do this to me. Don't do this to Ted." She whispered.

But Dave Tanner wasn't stopping. Pulling her hands aside, he leaned in and forced his mouth on hers. Brandy hated the feel of his mustached face and his tongue in her mouth.

How can this be happening? This was supposed to be our special night. Brandy now shared the bed with two generations of Tanner men, one her boyfriend, the other her lover. 

Brandy looked over at a slumbering Ted, wondering how their dream getaway had gone so awry. What if Ted wakes up? What if he sees his father on me?

Dave Tanner took her chin and turned her attention back to him. "Who did you wear that sexy underwear for?"

"For Ted..." Brandy meekly murmured.

"Never send a boy to do a man's job! You wore it for me. Now say it!"

"Please not here, not in front of Ted." She whispered.

"Say it!" He commanded, increasing his pace.

"I...I wore it for you. Mr. Tanner. I wore it to please you."

Mr. Tanner began to drive his cock aggressively into Brandy and it drove her crazy. 

She looked over at her sleeping boyfriend, then up at his father. The sight filled her with pain, but she was full of cock as well and was starting accept the pleasure it gave her. "Oh, you bastard! I hate you!" She hissed.

Mr. Tanner smirked. "But you love what I'm doing to you, don't you? Don't you?" 

He continued thrusting in and out of her pussy with no mercy and no regard for their precarious position.

"Oh no...oh...oh! Yes! Yes, I love it. I love it!"

Brandy couldn't resist what she was feeling, she wanted to scream, from aguish and arousal. She bit down on the older man's shoulder to stifle her sounds. "Mmmmm!"

Despite her disgust, she shook as Mr. Tanner and powerful orgasm gripped her body. 

"Oh god! Oh! Oh!" She gasped, releasing her mouth from the older man as it subsided.

Once Brandy had stopped trembling, she received further taunting. "Does my son know how naughty you are?" 

Brandy felt humiliated. Her boyfriend's father had now made her cum twice and it left her wanting more. She then felt herself being rolled onto her stomach. She knew what he wanted, all men wanted Brandy's ass.

"Now he'll never be anywhere, I haven't been first," he laughed. "I'm going to fuck you ass Brandy and you're going to tell me you like it."

Brandy felt defeated; she lay still and allowed him to do whatever he pleased.

Mr. Tanner's cock was slick with Brandy's juices and enabled him to ease his cock head inside. Feeling Brandy's body tensed a bit at the intrusion, he paused, and then slowly worked the rest in. Inch after painful inch made its way until his cock was buried in the warm confines of her ass, while Brandy tried to bury her face in her pillow to muffle her moans. 

His anal assault became more aggressive and he pulled her to her knees and began grunting like a pig.

"Tell Ted who your ass belongs to!"

Pulling on her hair, causing Brandy's head up and her back to arch. Despite her predicament, this was Brandy's favorite position. It allowed her to enjoy the pleasure she felt from sex, without having to face her partner, or the reality of what she was doing. 

"Oh, oh! Ted your daddy owns my ass. Your daddy owns me!"

Dave Tanner humped her round rump like a man possessed. The bed rocked and Brandy's ass cheeks shook with each thrust, her tender breasts jiggling beneath her.

"Tell me you like it!"

Oh, oh! I like it...I love it. I love you in my ass Mr. Tanner! Show me what happens to naughty little girls!"

"Oh yeah baby, I want you to hear you beg. Beg! Beg!" He slapped her ass as he issued the demeaning demand.

"Fuck me! Please! Please fuck your little girl's ass!"

The dirty words from Brandy's mouth made their deed all the more perverse. Dave Tanner leaned down, wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly, unleashing all his lust inside her lovely ass.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

It was his greatest conquest. A complete and thorough sodomizing of a woman, hot enough to be a model and young enough to be his daughter.

After a moment, his cock began to soften and he slid it out. Finally satisfied Dave Tanner got up and left the room, having now completely screwed his son and thoroughly fucked his girlfriend. Brandy began to cry, but made sure to hide all evidence of what had occurred.

The next day they all began the journey back to civilization. Brandy sat in silence, feeling badly that her boyfriend had not only a broken leg, but a fractured relationship with his father. She thought of her own father and what a wonderful man he was. She was really missing him now and anxious to get home to him. School had proven to be as unsafe for her as this weekend getaway. There was really only one place Brandy wanted to be now.

Miles away, Brandy's father was thinking of her as well. In her bedroom, he stared at the shelf full of gymnastic and cheerleading trophies, the bed covered with stuffed animals and then her dresser. On top of it was a framed photo of Brandy and her best friend Lauren. How they had both grown, he thought. He pulled open the top drawer on the dresser and reached inside. Retrieving a tiny pair of polka-dot panties. He held them to his face and groaned, "oh Brandy..."