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Nerd

By: randallangdon



I had been reveling in Talia Dean's need for me. She came, practically on her knees, to get me to give it up to her. Considering I was a scrawny 150-pound nobody, it was nice. Here she was, the star quarterback's girlfriend in my room almost every night telling me how much she needed me and how much she appreciated me slipping it to her on the side. 

The last night she was in my room, she had just come back from the football players' dorm, where she had no doubt been drilled by Mr. Heisman. She was wearing a t-shirt that revealed her navel above a pair of shorts that could practically be defined as denim panties. Left open for my eyes to see were her long tan legs that ended at her petite toes, split by the thong of her flip-flops. Every time she flipped her bleach blonde hair I shuddered inwardly and shyly looked away. She sat across from me on the empty bed--being a Resident Assistant has its advantages including a room to myself--and leaned back on her elbows isolating the C-sized mounds on her chest for my viewing. I knew she did it on purpose, but I didn't care. She'd cross her long legs in front of me and smile away asking me to give up my goods. It was the most power I'd ever felt in my largely pathetic life. Talia Dean wanted ME!

Of course, leave it to my friends to remind me that all she was asking for were my lab notes. They added that I, like a sucker, gave in every time. Even still, I loved the attention. I craved it.

One night, I was doing my regular rounds, checking up on the residents of the two floors I supervise when I stopped at Talia's room. The door was closed but I could still hear her conversation. It sounded like she was talking to one of her sorority sisters.

"Whatever. It's too easy," I heard her say to whoever else was in the room. "I just pull up my skirt a little and wear a tighter t-shirt and I'm in. He melts like butter," she bragged. I guessed she was talking about her boyfriend Mr. Perfect. I smirked at her confidence. 

"I'm thinking about skipping the rest of my classes. Get this: tomorrow, I'm going to get him to write my semester paper for me for that class. Ha! What a fucking loser!" I definitely understood who she was talking about then. I considered her characterization while listening to the laughter of the girls responding to her. I was a fucking loser. I was nothing to her but someone she used probably like she'd used people all her life. I wasn't sure then how, but she would pay.

The next day, Talia was true to form. She didn't even show up to the class we shared. Her words still stung and I spent all day wondering what I'd say to her when she asked for my help again. Tonight, though, her knock came a little later. It was 10:30 before she came knocking. I yelled for her to enter while sitting at my desk pretending to study.

Her charm was extra thick that night. She gleefully said, "Hey Danny. I totally slept through class today. Can you be a total doll and give me a copy of your notes?" Her display would have been sickening if it wasn't for her stunning beauty. Tonight, she wore a very short cloth skirt that ended just below the prize between her legs. Her top was a short t-shirt with barely any sleeves. To top off her allure, no doubt to motivate my submission, she didn't wear a bra, leaving her nipples slightly apparent below the cotton of the t-shirt.

I intentionally looked annoyed and responded first with a sigh and then, "Talia, I'm pretty busy. Can we talk about that tomorrow?"

Talia seemed a little taken aback. My responses were usually a quick affirmative. She then said, "Well, it's just time got away from me tonight and I really need those notes to keep pace." She sexily bit her lower lip as she sat down on the empty bed opposite mine. She then really started the act. "Actually, I'm glad I'm talking to you. I don't know how you can handle Dr. Kinder's class. You are so smart. I just can't seem to get it like you do. Your notes have really saved my life."

I decided to play along. "Really Talia? I'm happy to hear I can help," I said.

She then turned a little poutier putting her forearms on her thighs. "I'm just really worried that if I don't do well in this class, I'll lose my scholarship." If I hadn't heard what she said the previous night I would have melted already.

"That's pretty tough Talia," I answered with mock sympathy. I then set the trap.

"I'm just glad to have you to help me," she said as she leaned forward and put her hand on my thigh. The dynamics of the situation changed with her move. "Sometimes I wish I could just borrow your brain to do all the hard stuff for me." I knew what was coming and it all made her act a bit comedic.

I said, "Thanks Talia. Sometimes I think I'm invisible. That really makes me feel special though. You know I'd do anything to help you." With that, she began to set her hook without knowing I had already caught her.

"I know I can always depend on you Danny," she said and then paused to sit back on her elbows in my favorite pose. "With the mid-term in five days as well as the paper, you are a godsend! Six-page paper. Shew! I just can't seem to get my thoughts together for it." She then did something she hadn't ever done before. She leaned all the way back onto her back and uncrossed her legs. The move was intentional, but actually subtle. She put her hands up to her eyes and whimpered, "Danny I don't know what I'm going to do! This paper is killing me!" I couldn't believe it, but her position allowed me to see between the gap of her creamy white thighs and I caught a glimpse of the front of her purple silk panties. My defenses shook, but I maintained my ground.

I said, "I bet. You're actually down to just three days to write it. Plus, you have the mid-term to study for. That doesn't even account for your other classes," I listed her challenges.

"I knew you of all people would understand Danny. You're probably already done with your paper." She was right actually. "I wish it would just go away." She thought she was playing me perfectly.

"I really wish I could help you Talia," I said.

She smelled the kill. She said as if she were just joking, "Ha. Thanks. But unless you're going to write my paper for me, I'm out on the plank on this one." She then seemed to wait for me to offer up my services.

"You are down to the wire Talia," I said and then acted like I was actually considering it. "Look, maybe I could help you a little." Her eyes lit up. "We could discuss possible theses..."

She seemed to panic as I suddenly steered from her desired path. "Danny, there's no time. I'm kinda screwed." She went for the jugular. She knew there was no more beating around the bush. "I really think, I mean, I need...wow, this is awkward." She was so cute and really, really good at this.

I acted back. "What Talia? What?!"

"This is weird, but I don't really have a choice. Can you, uh, write my paper for me? You're the only one I really trust around here to do something like that." I couldn't believe her audacity.

"I don't know Talia. That's a lot of work," I said looking concerned despite knowing I had written three pages towards answering another thesis question and could probably churn out a paper for her in a few hours.

"Well I'll owe you big. I mean, I'll buy you lunch; no, two lunches at the Student Center next week," she said, knowing she had me now.

I smirked and looked at her sideways. "You run a hard bargain Talia Dean," I said as cornball as possible. "Alright, Alright. I'll do it!"

Talia screeched and gave me a hug before walking to the door. She turned and said, "Thank you so much! You are my hero Danny!" Then she left. On that night, Talia had won.

Talia, two nights out from mid-terms and the paper turn-in date was holding court again. "...like a cheap suit. That little virgin couldn't say no to this. Hell, any of us could get him to do our work. What a fucking loser," I heard her muffled voice say. Once again, she repeated her label. The sting was not as harsh this time. Talia Dean would get what was coming to her.

The next night, she knocked on my door at eight. I had finished the paper, but to increase her anxiety, I cracked the door open and told her I was slaving away at it and to come back at eleven. I imagined with joy her pacing in her dorm room unable to study for her mid-terms because of her anxiety. At ten-forty, she knocked and peeked her head in without me inviting her in.

She sweetly asked, "Dan? You in here?" When she walked in, I was surprised to see her in an open terry cloth robe. She was wearing a matching silk short and top pajama set under it. Despite her hair looking little less kempt than normal, she was her usual gorgeous self. The "extra" time I took on her gift paper obviously had taken its toll on her. "So, are you done with it," she asked.

I smiled at her and answered, "Yeah it's done. I'd email it to you but I can't seem to work the email. I guess I'm just a fucking loser." The final two words caused her face to go white. She tried to play it off.

"Uh, yeah. Do you need my, uh..." she stammered.

"Stop. Just stop Talia." I sighed. "I heard you twice. I know I'm a nobody to you, but I'm not your fucking slave. I've done so much shit for you this semester and behind my back, you treat me like ass," I started my lecture.

A look of terror stood on her face. She stammered out, "I don't know what to say Dan. I mean..." I cut her off.

"You know what? At least I'm going to hold up my end of the bargain. I wrote your goddamned paper though you certainly don't deserve it do you," I asked.

"N-no. I really don't. Danny, I'm so sorry...," she attempted to make amends.

"I give two shits about your apology Talia," I said raising my voice slightly. She looked down dejected. "I've busted my ass for you. I'm going to email you this paper, but I need for you to do something for Danny." Looking back, I have no idea why I said that in third person, but it seemed appropriate at the time. I sat at my desk's chair and put my feet up on my bed.

Talia looked at me annoyed and a bit confused. "Well, yeah, I told you I'd buy you lunch. Twice," she pathetically answered.

I laughed. "It's a little bit more than lunch I'm talking about Talia." She really looked confused then. "Lose the robe," I ordered as stoically as I could.

"What?! What are you talking about?" Talia was appalled at my command. "And what? Stand here?"

I answered her, "No, in fact, I want you to turn around a couple of times and show me your pajamas."

Talia thought about the proposition. Her hands were on the lapels of her robe as she thought about it. "And then you'll send it?"

"Yup," I answered smugly. Talia sighed as if she were giving in.

"Alright." I could hardly believe she would submit that quickly. As she undid the robe to throw it on the empty desk next to her she said, "I never thought you had something like this in you Dan," she said accusingly.

"Yeah, well I thought you were someone you weren't too Talia." My words stung her back. She now stood with one knee bent, hands on her hips and glaring at me. I responded by holding up my hand and motioning for her to turn around in a circle. Her eyes rolled and she turned as I requested giving me a great view of her silk-covered ass. If she was wearing panties, it was a thong because she had no lines.

"There. Are you satisfied? Are you going to send it now," she asked huffily.

"Sure," I responded. I turned to my laptop and sent the email to her. "Sent," I announced.

She turned and picked up her robe and draped it over her arm. As she turned toward the door, she couldn't let things lie (not as if I'd ever let her off that easy) and said, "You're a real pervert Danny."

She got as far as grasping the door handle. "Sticks and stones Talia. But I'd be nicer to me since all you have in your inbox right now is the cover sheet."

Talia stopped and stared at the doorknob she was holding. She collected herself and turned to me and said, "Alright Danny. You've got me. I'm sorry I said those things. It was wrong. I shouldn't have ever taken advantage of your kindness. You know I need this paper and you know because of this, I will never do anything like this again. Please send me the rest of the paper."

I could sense her growing anxiety. Our class was only nine hours from now and she knew she couldn't come up with one that fast. Groveling was her only option at this point. I decided to see how far I could push her. "I don't know if I could do that Talia. I mean, what you did was pretty shitty. I don't see what's in it for me. Helping you I mean."

"Danny please," she started again. She was really starting to show her fear now. "Look, I'll take off the robe again. See?" She took it off and set it down. She turned around like she had just done, making her gorgeous tits and ass dance with every step. "Now please, send it."

I pursed my lips and hit my mouse and the send button. Talia breathed a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes in a long blink and then said, "Alright. I never figured you had it in you. You're a real dick Danny. Don't worry about me ever having to bug you again, because frankly, you can go to hell." She walked over to her robe and picked it up to leave.

"Talia, are you as dumb as you look. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice..." I paused and laughed at her dumbstruck face. "I just sent you page one." She couldn't believe she thought she was free.

"What the fuck Danny?!" she exclaimed. 

"Ah, ah, ah," I cautioned her. "Watch your step Talia or you get nothing more. Now I think you first need to apologize to me." I sat back in my chair with a wide grin on my face.

Talia was fuming at the predicament she was in. She had no choice now though. I could tell she was gritting her teeth before she said, "I'm sorry."

"Well, it hardly seemed like you meant it, but I think you understand how this game is played." I hit send again. "Alright. You've earned two pages and a cover sheet. I'm guessing you want more. Right?"

Talia put her hands on her hips and threw her head back in desperation. She was starting to realize that the power had shifted in our relationship. She whispered, "Yes."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear that. What did you say?" I teased.

She spoke only a little louder. "Yes."

I said, "Good. It sounds like we understand each other." I smiled at her. She looked disgusted back at me. "You know, I really think it's hot in here. You should make yourself more comfortable and take off that top of yours."

She looked at me with a face that said, "No way," and said, "You can't be serious."

I just glared back and she knew my answer. "Danny, this isn't right." I didn't respond. "I apologized. What more do you want," she pleaded.

I responded, "Well Talia, I think I've made that abundantly clear."

Silence ensued. I sat staring at her smugly. I knew that I had her and it felt good considering the way she treated me. I didn't know how far this would go, but it was fun thus far. Quietly, she turned around and lifted her silky camisole top over her head, leaving her in only a bra that allowed the tops of her brown nipples to peek out over the tops of their cups. She turned to look at me and realizing how revealing her bra was, she folded her arms in front of her, adding to her defensive angry posture. The lower portion of her abdomen protruded slightly above the silky short bottoms she wore. "Happy now?" she asked. It was obvious she wasn't.

I sat a bit stunned that it had come this far. I gulped and turned to my computer. I hit send and the third page of six launched to her email account. To tell you the truth, I was a bit timid about moving forward. I had the prize of the university in nothing but her underwear and pajama bottoms in my dorm room. This was further than I ever thought it would go. She huffed and said, "I don't have all night Danny. Are we done here?!" For a woman standing half-naked, she seemed pretty confident and demanding.

That was what it took I think. After being busted being the bitch she'd probably been all her life, she thought she could slide by again. She would win. Again. I resolved to not let her get away that easy. "Yeah, um, not quite. I don't think you appreciate all of the hard work I put into this paper. You're really acting; no—you are a real bitch. Have you been treating people like shit all your life? You know? Fuck you! You write those last few pages yourself." I was a little shocked at how forthright I was. I was sure she'd walk right out right then and there.

Instead, she just stood and took it. I guess she needed this paper more than I knew. She rolled her eyes, put her hand on her forehead and said, "Alright Danny. You win. Thank you for doing the paper. I'm going to my room now." She started to pick up her shirt and robe. I then broke the news to her.

"Yeah, well, have fun finishing the paper," I said.

"What?!" She was incredulous. "What are you talking about? You didn't send it," she asked in a panic.

"Keep your voice down Talia. And lose those shorts if you want the rest of the paper." I wondered, then, if she had panties on under the silky bottoms she was wearing. This time, she didn't put up as much of a protest. She bent over and pushed the silk bottoms down her legs and off of her feet. She kicked them aside, leaving her in just her panties and her bra. The site of her in matching lace underwear was priceless. She crossed her legs slightly while standing and, again, crossed her arms. She was now very compromised and she knew it.

"Okay Danny. Here I am. You've got me. Now please; send the rest of the paper," she pleaded. I answered by motioning her to turn around for me. Reluctantly, she did and showed me the bare ass revealed by her thong panties. 

"Wow. That's worth another two pages," I said calmly, though my heart was actually about to jump out of my chest. I stared at the front of her panties when she stopped, admiring the dark strip of hair rising from the top of her womanhood that I was able to make out under the lace.

Talia, in her anxious state, lost count of the pages. She was shaking and started to pick up her clothes. On her face was registered embarrassment and shame. The look seemed to give me more motivation. I wanted, no, needed to humiliate her. She had already dragged my name around in front of her sorority sisters. At least I'd pay her the courtesy of paying the price for it in my dorm room. "Man, I have to tell you. The word about campus is that you are a slut, but I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. I heard you went down on a group of your boyfriend's teammates at a party." I made the story up, but it got the shocked reaction I wanted. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "As easy as you came out of your clothes, I'd have to agree now. You are a whore."

"Fuck you Danny," she whispered.

"Oh no. According to you, no one fucks Danny." I responded, reminding her of what got her into this predicament in the first place.

"Look, I said I'm sorry already," she said with actual feeling that time.

"Yeah, yeah," I promptly responded. "I still don't give a shit."

"Okay, well. I am. I'm going back to my room," she said, sitting down on the bed and putting one foot into her satin bottoms before I stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going," I asked. "Got one more page to go slut." Talia's face drained of blood, yet she didn't seem to want to fight me anymore. "You prance around all day and tease all of us 'losers'. I think it's time to see what we're missing and apparently, the football team is boning." Talia looked confused as I stood up in front of her. She looked up at me and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I have to go," she whispered. "Please. I'm sorry. I've done everything you want. Just send me the rest of the paper. Please." I feigned some sympathy and it seemed to calm her. I think she thought I'd let her go. In fact, she was free to leave. I then gave her my proposition. "Lay back and let me see it all and you'll get the rest of the paper."


Nerd



A work of fiction - unfortunately.

*****

The first year of college was a welcome relief from high school. My name is Joshua and I'd always been something of a late bloomer, didn't have my first kiss until I was in 9th grade, and I was still a virgin when I moved into the student dormitories at the large public university where I enrolled.

I lived on the 9th floor and I was quasi-popular simply because I brought the X-Box. Down the hall lived two roommates, Rachel and Jennifer. Jennifer isn't really important to the story, but Rachel was a trip.

None of us could really figure Rachel out. She was immature as hell, but she was a sophomore which gave her a leg up in our new student world. Now when I say she was immature, it wasn't like she was a crybaby or something, she just had this brutal sense of humor. Mom jokes were her favorite. You could be sitting in the study room talking to your friend about football and she'd come in and say "Your mom likes to play with balls!" or you could say "I'm really hungry, let's go eat," and he'd say "I already ate with your mom. Or did I eat out your mom?" It was stupid and gross, but because it was a girl saying it, it was edgy and it got to be infectious. Somehow people started to look forward to her pearls of mom-humor.

I think I made the mistake of telling her to knock off the mom jokes, because I became often the target of her hilarity. Maybe a week into school we were all drinking at a party down the hall, and she launches into some dumb-ass mom joke, and I tell her it's stupid.

"Your mom tells me you're stupid," and the place erupted.

"You know what I mean," I said.

"Your mom knows what you mean, Nerd," it didn't even really make sense to me, but everybody had a couple beers in them and she's just the funniest girl in their eyes. She enjoyed playing the queen of the floor.

The comment bothered me, a lot. I knew it shouldn't, but I had an inferiority complex a mile wide and an inch deep left over from high school. The fact was, I had been kind of a nerd, not in some horrible bullied way, but I didn't really hang with the cool kids. I had tagged along with a couple of my older brother's friends and that was the only way I ever communicated with girls. I just didn't fit in. 

"Shut up," I said, probably a little too loudly.

"Yo nerd, that's what I told your mom," and again everybody howled with laughter. I bit my tongue and took my lumps, I knew it would only get worse.

The aftermath was she often used me as her rhetorical punching bag. Now the weird part was, it wasn't like she didn't like me. She'd knock on my door to see if I wanted to go to the cafeteria or check out a party. We were friends, but she established this sort of social dominance over me.

I took a swimming class during the second semester, and there was a girl I knew who lived on the floor above us who was also in my class. She was the daughter of one of our assistant coaches on the football team and she was a real looker. I'm chatting with my classroom buddies in the shallow end, trying to get acclimated to the water and she says, "I know somebody who likes you!"

Surprised I looked at the other guys, surely it couldn't be me, but when I looked at her she told me that one of her roommates, Holly, wanted to go out with me.

Honestly, this was one of the greatest feelings in my life up to that point, and I'll never forget it. I knew which roommate she was talking about and I was stoked to actually be set up to go out with her. 

That night I was incredibly nervous and happy. I admit maybe I overdid it a little bit when I got dressed. I wanted to make a good impression, and maybe I looked a little too preppy, but as I go down the hallway I pass Rachel coming the other way, and she's like "Nerd, why you dressed like a mama's boy?"

I immediately regretted my choice of clothes, "Shut up, I have a date," I said smugly.

"A date with your mom?"

I had to admit I walked right into that, but I left her with a friendly "fuck you," and walked up the stairs to pick up Holly.

Holly and I actually had a pretty good time. Holly wasn't a total fox, but she was pretty good looking by my standards, and I'd already fallen in love with her by the time we came back from a movie at the student union. That's just the type of guy I was, immature in the ways of women, ready to put her on a pedestal because she'd shown an interest in me.

Also, this girl was no shrinking violet. She was very playful and talked about her high school experience which made mine seem bland. She'd had a couple of boyfriends, was interested in music, and enjoyed people watching. I don't know if she was simply covering up for her own insecurities, but that night she loved making fun of other people, and it reminded me a lot of Rachel. She'd make these little voices as she described their problems. She was a comedian, to be honest. Looking back I could see she was a little hipster in the making, but I was simply in awe of her, and I think she sensed it.

We came back late to the dorm, and I was relieved when we got to our room and my roommate was gone. I had the biggest set of blue balls, and was 100% convinced that I was going to make out with her and finally bust my own cherry, in a manner of speaking. 

I put on some music, turned down the lights and we made out on my bed. We made out for maybe ten minutes before she goes "Are you going to go down my pants or what?" and I clumsily unzip her and cop a feel of her sweet, sweet pussy. I stuck my finger down between her legs, under her panties, and I gently poke between her slit and she moans, squeezing her legs together. I don't stop, and her breathing is heavy, almost like it's going through a filter or something because it had bass, I'm not sure if that makes sense.

My own heart is pumping and she reaches down and unzips me and says "do you have a condom?"

Fuck. No I did not. I don't know what I was thinking, other than I'd never been laid before and it had never been an issue. I told her I'd go to the vending machine and get one, and pulled back up my pants. She asked to use my laptop and I showed it to her and left. I must have looked hilarious in the elevator, sniffing my finger out of pure curiosity, the ultimate virgin.

I dashed from the elevator and picked up the condoms. It was weird buying them with other students just standing around me, but I puffed out my chest like this was just another night for a stud like me, and dashed back to the elevator. It seemed to be the longest elevator ride I'd ever had in that dorm. It took forever to get back up. When I reached my floor, I noticed something weird, my door was open.

Rachel was in the room talking with Holly. Somehow she saw me going or something and decided to chat with Holly, who I knew she'd met before. I really wanted her to leave. I enter the room and Rachel goes, "Nerd, you'll never guess what I found your girlfriend doing on your computer!"

"Girlfriend?" Holly answered defensively, which sort of hurt me, but it wasn't like we'd really known each other before today.

"What?" I answered, truthfully having no idea.

"Have you ever taken a Purity test?" Holly asked.

Oh shit. Yeah, sure I'd taken them. They were basically quizzes regarding a person's social and sex life, and based on the answered you'd calculate a score. The more "No's" a person had, they were rated "pure", the more "Yes's" a person had, they were a "slut" or "evil" or whatever that particular test wanted them to be. I'd never taken one with other people though, and certainly not with a girl who I was hoping to have sex with very soon, and certainly not with the Mom Joke Queen. "Yeah," I answered. 

"You two want to take it?" Holly asked, clearly delighted.

"Sure!" Rachel answered.

Holly was a natural leader. She had us get out some notebook paper, and she read the questions to us, all three of us writing down our answers.

To be honest, even the mundane questions I had trouble with. Ever been picked up? I counted this night as a yes. Ever been on a date? Kissed on the first date? Lucky for me, this night had occurred. Yes. There were a ton of questions about sex, drugs and generally immoral behavior. I was mostly no, but answering the questions in the presence of these girls aroused me greatly.

When we finished, I had a boner that I had to conceal by crossing my legs. That's when Holly said, "I have a proposal." We asked her what it meant, and she said, "All of us should knock off at least five no questions."

"Oh Jesus Christ!" I groaned and everybody laughed, the sexual tension thick in the air. I was incredibly aroused, but confused. I didn't mind me and Holly knocking out five questions, it would be great, but with Rachel here?

Holly must have sensed my doubts because she leaned in and touched my hard cock through my jeans, "Come on, it'll be fun!"

"But there are three of us?" and even Rachel mercifully backed me up.

"It won't be as much fun unless there are three of us," and Holly winked at me.

"Fuck, fine, okay," I answered.

We calculated our scores and I has said no to 80% of the answers, Holly was at 45% and Rachel was around 30%! I knew Rachel was crazy and her score didn't surprise me. I was kind of surprised about Holly.

"Okay," Holly said, "Write down five of your 'no' answers that you want dealt with."

I looked at my paper and wrote down the following list.

1. Streaked, flashed or otherwise exposed myself in front of others

2. Enter a bathroom of the opposite sex accompanied by a member of the opposite sex

3. Propositioned someone for sex, oral sex and/or mutual masturbation

4. Been seen completely nude under good lighting conditions.

5. Had your nipple licked, sucked or nibbled upon.

I figured all of these were tame enough. Even the worst of these would probably just lead to some good laughs and maybe something more. I was dying to know what they had asked. I volunteered to go first.

"Well, I think I can get a couple of these out of the way in one shot. First, let's go to the bathroom," and there Holly and Rachel accompanied me into the bathroom. It was good for a giggle, but lame.

We got back into the room and I gulped. "Okay next, I'm going to do two at once," and I took off my clothes and everybody laughed hard as I got naked in the light, basically fulfilling the streaking and nude questions. My cock swung back and forth, extremely hard.

"Oh, your mom would like that!" Rachel said, making all of us laugh. At this point I was really excited and I seriously wondered if Rachel would let me do anything with her.

I put on my pants, but left off my shirt and said, "Okay, I'd like my nipple sucked."

Holly said, "Go ahead Rachel!" and again we all laughed. Rachel declined, so Holly came up and looked at me, flashing her eyes sexily around the room, and she bent down, and sucked on my nipple. I groaned "More!" and everybody laughed.

She got up and I said, okay I have a final one, but I don't know if I should wait until Rachel is gone.

"Well at least say it," Holly answered.

"Okay, the question asks if I've propositioned somebody for sex, oral sex and/or mutual masturbation. So Holly, will you have sex with me?" 

Everybody was silent, and Holly waved her hand in front of her face as if fanning herself from the heat, "My my," she answered, "Well, you did proposition me, so that counts!"

I grunted in mock disappointed, although the disappointment in the answer was real enough.

"Okay nerd, enough of your nerdliness, time for a real woman's answers," Rachel commanded. 

"Okay, first, after that little flashing show, and I emphasize little," and they both laughed, "I want to be a participant in a 'who's-physically-better-equipped' contest! Joshua, you can knock off one of your questions by being the judge!"

I sat silently, and Holly said, "No problem," and started taking off her shirt. So did Rachel and I about died and went to heaven.

"Thank you Jesus!" I joked, and Rachel said, "That's what your mom said."

"Scoot together you two," I said. Holly grinned and Rachel and her sat next to each other, and Rachel put her hand around her waist and stuck out her tits. Rachel had really nice big tits. Holly's were perky with sharp little nipples. Rachel's were more rounded at the tips. 

What came next shocked me, Rachel cupped one of Holly's breasts and she bent down and licked her nipple. Holly had a look of glee on her face.

"I guess you can knock one more off your list," I said deadpan.

"Oh, I've already done this before," joked Rachel. That's when I realized that maybe Rachel was a little dyke. The ribald comedy, she acted like a guy. It just fit. 

"I love both of you," I said and they laughed.

"Okay, I see Rachel is the winner," Holly joked.

I wondered about the four other questions.

"This one is easy," Rachel said, "Holly, I want to lick and suck on your toes."

Holly giggled uncontrollably as she answered, "Sure, okay!" She was already in bare feet and the bottoms were actually kind of nasty when she plopped it into Rachel's lap."

"Oh, that fucking disgusting," I said. "You need to clean those off."

Holly pleaded, "Can you get a wet towel and wash them off, please?" She gave me goo-goo eyes. I couldn't resist. I grabbed a towel and rinsed it off with hot water in the sink, came back and Rachel took it, scrubbing her feet as best she could until they seemed decent. 

Rachel picked up Holly's foot, Holly squealing and her big toe disappeared into Rachel's mouth as Holly shrieked with laughter. It was pretty funny, even I was laughing. We all settled down, but she kept going, putting each toe into her mouth, licking and sucking. She picked up her other foot and she did the same thing. The whole process lasted maybe five minutes, she didn't want it to stop.

"Okay, okay, let's wrap this up," I whined and they finally stopped.

"Ooh," she said, again fanning herself like it was hot, "I'm getting a little steamy if you know what I mean."

"Okay, I have two I can do at once. Are you ready?" Rachel looked at us both, "Watch your partner of choice having sex, oral sex or mutual masturbation, and been involved in oxygen deprivation for sexual enhancement."

"Holy fuck." I answered. Holly looked at me.

"So here's what I want," Rachel answered. "Nerd, I want you to get between Holly's legs and do what I know you can do best, and Holly, when you are going to come, I'm going to put my fingers on your neck to make it really intense."

Holly and I looked at each other. She looked like she'd been hit over the head with a baseball bat. I must have looked the same. Honestly, I wanted to do this. I wanted it badly. I gave her a little shrug and nodded to her. 

"Okay?" Holly nervously answered and I stood up, my heart beating. "Let's get the mood right," Holly said, and like before, I turned the lights down and put on some music as she shimmied out of her jeans and panties. She stood in front of both of us, only her bush visible in the low light. She got on the bed under the sheets and said "Joshua, get under the covers please?"

I slid under the covers between her legs. I couldn't really see outside and that weirded me out, because I knew Rachel would be doing her thing. I forgot all that as soon as her legs wrapped around my head. I inhaled her scent, the musky smell of her pussy, and I was on cloud nine. I leaned forward, not sure exactly what I was to do. I stuck out my tongue and touched her pink folds, my tongue tasting her sweaty and tangy secretions. 

So this is what it's like, I thought to myself, and she reached down and pressed my head against her groin. I licked and slurped, pausing to catch my breath. 

"You okay down there?" Rachel's voice shocked me back to reality. For the first time in a long time she didn't call me nerd.

"Shut up," Holly said, exhaling deeply as if her nervousness was draining away.

Rachel also got on the bed, I could tell because it sagged under her weight. I was thankful for the blanket, but I could still get an occasional peek. "I'm going to be gentle and apply pressure okay?"

I didn't hear her respond, but I glanced up and saw a hand on Holly's throat. Finally I heard her say, "Okay, right there."

I continued my job and her breathing became heavy and labored. "Tell me when you orgasm," I could hear Rachel's voice, serious and somehow more gentle. She again pressed my head into her groin and I continued my job, ignoring the loose pubic hairs as best I could. I had a face full of pussy and could not have been more happy. After a few minutes she started breathing very hard and suddenly girls fingers go beneath the blanket and I realize it's Rachel. She puts her fingers on Holly's clit and starts massaging and I'm just doing my best to kiss around her. Rachel even put a finger inside Holly and then slipped it into my mouth.

Holly started to shake and she said "Okay, do it," as I continued eating her out and she started to groan and I noticed Rachel shift as she's fingering Holly and squeezing her throat. Holly squeezed her legs and started to squeal, "oh fuuuuuuuu-" not finishing the word and she pressed my head and she's convulsing for maybe ten seconds and suddenly she lets go, her hands and legs going limp. I licked for a few more seconds, then pulled the covers back, certain my job was finished. 

Rachel was leaning over her, kissing her, her one hand still on her throat. She reminded me of a vampire. Rachel released her and I saw tears running down Holly's face as she gasped.

"Oh that was fucking-" she paused to breathe some more as if she'd ran a sprint, "that was so fucking good," she said in a barely audible tone.

Rachel got off the bed and so did I. I turned to using my fingers to pull out more loose hairs in my mouth that my tongue would not move. When I turned back Holly was sitting up, grinning as she whipped away her tears.

"You know that is only four questions?" I said and they both laughed.

"Okay, my fifth question is propositioning you two for group sex, but I guess you can consider it filled."

Holly lay back, "Joshua, you have that condom? I'm sure I can knock out all five with both of you."

As I'm rolling it on, my hard cock sticking out with two girls eyeing it, I wondered what was going to happen. Holly spread her legs and I clumsily got between her, having never had sex before it was amusing how nervous and naïve I was. 

"Have you ever had sex before Joshua?" Rachel surprised me by using my name. I shook my head and gave her the evil eye. I didn't want Holly thinking I was some sort of misfit. Rachel responded by reaching down and helped me, guiding it in. Her fingers on my shaft felt amazing, and I didn't want her to release.

"Thanks," I said and I started to pump in and out, mentally counting. One, two-

My balls ached as they swung back and forth. I tried to keep up a rhythm, but I was coming fast, and I knew it. Eleven, twelve-

I tried to think about baseball, the planets, Star Wars, but I couldn't help it. Twenty-two, twenty-three-

I came, hard, sperm shooting into the rubber reservoir. I leaned over, kissing Holly and whispered, "Thank you," in her ear. I rolled off her and stood back. 

"Have you ever been with a girl before?" Rachel asked Holly.

"No," Holly answered, and Rachel got down between her legs, licking where my latex covered shaft had just been. I pulled off my own used rubber and threw it in the trash, and tried to stroke myself back to hardness as I watched Rachel eat Holly out.

"Oh yes, much better," Holly moaned and I couldn't believe it. I just sat back, amazed at the sight. Watching them go at it, the sound of her licking and kissing Holly's pussy drove me wild.

Holly had another rolling orgasm and Rachel reached up and gently kissed her and Holly kind of giggled in disgust, not wanting to really taste herself. 




Nerd



"You want to taste mine?" Rachel asked, and Holly reached down between Rachel's legs instead. At this point I was getting really hard again and I figured I could help out

"I'll do it," I said and Rachel smiled at me.

"Come here nerd," in a really friendly way and I got between her legs and started to lick. Strangely I'll always remember how she tenderly scratched my head as I did it. Also, it was interesting, comparing each pussy. Rachel definitely had a different smell, but I didn't mind. She reached down and started diddling herself and I just tried to keep on going. 

Suddenly I heard the soft voice of Holly, "Can I try?"

I withdrew and she got between Rachel's legs and gave her a couple of tentative licks, her pink lips touching Rachel's clit. Rachel just went off, grabbing her head and pulling it tight against the wet folds of her crevice. As Holly got more into it, I sat back, and stroked myself, coming into the towel that had been used to wash her feet. I hoped Rachel would ask me to fuck her but it never happened. I sat on my roommate's bed and just relaxed as they had sex.

Rachel came hard and when they were finished they lay next to each other, cuddling. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep for maybe fifteen minutes until I heard movement and saw they were up and getting dressed

"Rachel, you're fucking washing my sheets, you know that right?" Everybody laughed.

For the next couple weeks, I lived a nerve wracking existence with our little three-way relationship. Eventually Holly and Rachel seemed to tire of each other, and Holly seemed to also grow distant. Within a month she was with some other guy, but didn't really mind. Rachel and I kind of turned into best buds but nothing really happened between us because I knew she was into girls. After the year ended, we kept in touch but drifted our separate ways.



Nerd Fun



Cheer_360: (12:13:13 PM) so i ask you to help me study for a test after school

nerd_3r: (12:13:19 PM) um

nerd_3r: (12:13:26 PM) what subject do u need help in?

nerd_3r: (12:13:38 PM) i say nervously

Cheer_360: (12:13:53 PM) cant you help me with anything?

nerd_3r: (12:14:17 PM) well yeh but if i know what u really need help in i can bring the books that i need for that specific subject

Cheer_360: (12:14:28 PM) anatomy

nerd_3r: (12:14:42 PM) i swallow

nerd_3r: (12:14:45 PM) um ok

nerd_3r: (12:14:49 PM) what time??

Cheer_360: (12:14:55 PM) right after school

nerd_3r: (12:14:59 PM) i have chess club until 6

Cheer_360: (12:15:06 PM) thats fine

Cheer_360: (12:15:19 PM) i hand you a piece of paper with my address on it

nerd_3r: (12:15:30 PM) i grab it, my hands sweating

nerd_3r: (12:15:31 PM) ok

nerd_3r: (12:15:35 PM) i'll see you then

nerd_3r: (12:15:51 PM) my heart is racing, i still cant quite believe u actually spoke to me

nerd_3r: (12:16:26 PM) time goes slowly but eventually chess finishes and i drive to your place

nerd_3r: (12:16:33 PM) i knock on your door

Cheer_360: (12:16:39 PM) i answer

nerd_3r: (12:16:54 PM) i cant speak

Cheer_360: (12:17:10 PM) tight jeans hugging my hips and a low cut shirt pushing up my clevage

nerd_3r: (12:17:16 PM) i swallow

nerd_3r: (12:17:19 PM) hi...

nerd_3r: (12:17:29 PM) i dont know how to give a compliment, but i manage something

nerd_3r: (12:17:33 PM) you look....great

Cheer_360: (12:17:40 PM) thanks

nerd_3r: (12:17:42 PM) my eyes staring a little at yout tits

Cheer_360: (12:17:42 PM) come on in

nerd_3r: (12:17:47 PM) i walk behind you

nerd_3r: (12:17:53 PM) looking u up and down

nerd_3r: (12:18:05 PM) where should we work??

Cheer_360: (12:18:15 PM) at the kitchen table

nerd_3r: (12:18:20 PM) ok

nerd_3r: (12:18:30 PM) i put my bag down and pull out a stack of books

Cheer_360: (12:18:36 PM) i sit down and beckon you to a chair next ot me

nerd_3r: (12:18:42 PM) laying them out across the table

nerd_3r: (12:18:49 PM) i come around and sit next to you

nerd_3r: (12:18:55 PM) still in disbelief at the situation

nerd_3r: (12:18:59 PM) ok

nerd_3r: (12:19:03 PM) where would you like to start?

Cheer_360: (12:19:13 PM) i lean over

Cheer_360: (12:19:21 PM) practically shoving my tits in your face

nerd_3r: (12:19:31 PM) i pull back 

nerd_3r: (12:19:36 PM) my pulse racing??

nerd_3r: (12:19:41 PM) can i get you something??

Cheer_360: (12:19:53 PM) nope just looking at what i need to know for the next test

nerd_3r: (12:20:17 PM) i try to slow my breathing as i wait for you

Cheer_360: (12:20:54 PM) o i think we should start with the reproductive system

nerd_3r: (12:21:14 PM) i take a breath before opening the right book

nerd_3r: (12:21:15 PM) ok

nerd_3r: (12:21:22 PM) so what do you need to revise?

Cheer_360: (12:21:37 PM) i think the whole thing

nerd_3r: (12:22:05 PM) do u know how conception occurs?

Cheer_360: (12:22:13 PM) well duh

nerd_3r: (12:22:13 PM) i can feel my pulse still racing

Cheer_360: (12:22:21 PM) you stick that in me and babies

nerd_3r: (12:22:31 PM) i try to keep it academic

nerd_3r: (12:22:49 PM) i mean do u know what happens when sperm enters a woman

nerd_3r: (12:22:50 PM)??

Cheer_360: (12:23:00 PM) theres a warm feeling

Cheer_360: (12:23:08 PM) i put my hand on your leg

nerd_3r: (12:23:14 PM) i try to ignore it

nerd_3r: (12:23:19 PM) i mean do u know the science

nerd_3r: (12:23:20 PM)??

nerd_3r: (12:23:31 PM) my speaking becomes faster as i pull my leg away

Cheer_360: (12:23:33 PM) its a lot of mechanics right

nerd_3r: (12:24:06 PM) when sperm enters the womans......vagina, it moves through the cervix to the uterus 

Cheer_360: (12:24:14 PM) i move my hand up your leg

nerd_3r: (12:24:26 PM) here it has the ability to find an egg and if this is successful there is conception

nerd_3r: (12:24:31 PM) i pull my leg away again

nerd_3r: (12:24:40 PM) trying to make it feel natural by moving my chair a little

nerd_3r: (12:24:50 PM) do you understand that??

Cheer_360: (12:24:54 PM) yea

nerd_3r: (12:25:05 PM) ok

Cheer_360: (12:25:27 PM) i move my chair closer

Cheer_360: (12:25:30 PM) and face you 

nerd_3r: (12:25:34 PM) hoping that i had passed that section i try to move on

Cheer_360: (12:25:39 PM) putting my hands on your leg

nerd_3r: (12:25:40 PM) what do u need to do next?

nerd_3r: (12:26:02 PM) my eyes look at your hands on my legs

Cheer_360: (12:26:14 PM) look i dont really need this

Cheer_360: (12:26:19 PM) im not even taking the class

nerd_3r: (12:26:24 PM) then

nerd_3r: (12:26:25 PM) ...

Cheer_360: (12:26:27 PM) i rub your crotch

nerd_3r: (12:26:27 PM) why...

Cheer_360: (12:26:49 PM) i have a thing for guys with HUGE IQs

nerd_3r: (12:26:59 PM) i push my chair back

nerd_3r: (12:27:08 PM) um im sorry....

nerd_3r: (12:27:13 PM) i grab my books

nerd_3r: (12:27:19 PM) i can feel my chest beating like a rock

Cheer_360: (12:27:25 PM) i push you down into the chair

Cheer_360: (12:27:35 PM) and straddle you 

nerd_3r: (12:27:44 PM) my senses are alive

nerd_3r: (12:27:58 PM) my eyes locked on ur chest that is now right in front of my face

Cheer_360: (12:28:15 PM) i rub my crotch on yours

Cheer_360: (12:28:24 PM) pushing my tits over your face

nerd_3r: (12:29:06 PM) my breathe is caught in my chest

Cheer_360: (12:29:29 PM) i reach down and feel your cock through your pants

nerd_3r: (12:29:40 PM) ohhhh

Cheer_360: (12:30:08 PM) so are you gonna stick around for a while

nerd_3r: (12:30:26 PM) i dont say anything

Cheer_360: (12:30:42 PM) i back away 

Cheer_360: (12:30:49 PM) my hands still massaging your cock

nerd_3r: (12:30:59 PM) my eyes are still locked on ur body

nerd_3r: (12:31:18 PM) i cant even really feel anything yet

nerd_3r: (12:31:22 PM) im still in shock

nerd_3r: (12:31:27 PM) all i do is breathe

Cheer_360: (12:31:31 PM) i unzip your pants

nerd_3r: (12:31:51 PM) i lift my hips 

Cheer_360: (12:31:55 PM) reaching in i pull out your cock

nerd_3r: (12:32:11 PM) i pull my pants off, throwing them to the floor

nerd_3r: (12:32:23 PM) i can feel my cock growing hard in ur han

nerd_3r: (12:32:25 PM) hand

nerd_3r: (12:32:34 PM) but im still in disbelieft

Cheer_360: (12:32:57 PM) i look at your cock growing in my hand

nerd_3r: (12:33:30 PM) no where near as hard as it can get, its already getting to the 7.5' mark

nerd_3r: (12:33:46 PM) i watch ur face as u hold it in 

Cheer_360: (12:34:12 PM) im astonished

nerd_3r: (12:34:30 PM) ur expression turns me on more

nerd_3r: (12:34:39 PM) i can feel my confidence growing

nerd_3r: (12:34:47 PM) i start to smile

nerd_3r: (12:34:52 PM) i feel it growing more

Cheer_360: (12:35:06 PM) i grab it with both hands

Cheer_360: (12:35:12 PM) kissing the tip

nerd_3r: (12:35:25 PM) ohhhh

nerd_3r: (12:35:29 PM) i let out a slow moan

Cheer_360: (12:35:59 PM) i lick it

Cheer_360: (12:36:33 PM) squeezing it gently

nerd_3r: (12:36:54 PM) mmm

Cheer_360: (12:37:10 PM) i take one hand away and take more in

nerd_3r: (12:37:12 PM) my eyes are still locked on u as u suck

nerd_3r: (12:37:22 PM) ohhhh shhiiiittt!

Cheer_360: (12:37:55 PM) my head pumping up and down 

Cheer_360: (12:38:10 PM) i massage your balls

nerd_3r: (12:38:17 PM) i reach for my shirt, pulling it off

Cheer_360: (12:38:22 PM) teasing a finger near your ass

nerd_3r: (12:38:23 PM) leaving my completely naked

nerd_3r: (12:38:37 PM) ohhhh fuck

nerd_3r: (12:38:42 PM) i mutter under my breate

Cheer_360: (12:39:42 PM) i push a finger into your ass slowly

Cheer_360: (12:39:53 PM) sucking you harder

nerd_3r: (12:40:10 PM) as i feel ur finger pushing against my ass, my hips rise up

nerd_3r: (12:40:16 PM) pushing my cock further into ur mouth

nerd_3r: (12:40:36 PM) with new confidence, i reach down and grab one of ur tits

nerd_3r: (12:40:43 PM) squeezing it in the palm of my hand

nerd_3r: (12:41:02 PM) i reach down further and pull ur shirt over ur head, forcing u away from my cock for a second

Cheer_360: (12:41:50 PM) i rub my tits

Cheer_360: (12:41:53 PM) you like?

nerd_3r: (12:41:59 PM) ohhhh fuck yes

Cheer_360: (12:42:14 PM) i lean over your cock

nerd_3r: (12:42:17 PM) i reach around ur back and struggle with ur bra strap, eventually getting it off

Cheer_360: (12:42:39 PM) i bounce your cock between my tits

nerd_3r: (12:42:49 PM) mmmm

nerd_3r: (12:42:55 PM) my breathing is getting heavier

nerd_3r: (12:43:05 PM) i pinch ur nipples as u slide ur tits up and down my cock

Cheer_360: (12:43:20 PM) i squeeze my tits together

nerd_3r: (12:43:50 PM) my other hand runs through ur hair

Cheer_360: (12:43:54 PM) pumping your cock 

nerd_3r: (12:44:02 PM) as i watch ur tits bounce around my cock

Cheer_360: (12:44:12 PM) you like fucking my tits?

nerd_3r: (12:44:18 PM) ohhh yes

nerd_3r: (12:44:21 PM) god yes!

nerd_3r: (12:44:28 PM) i start thrusting again

Cheer_360: (12:44:28 PM) i bounce them harder

Cheer_360: (12:44:40 PM) my tits slapping your thighs

nerd_3r: (12:44:50 PM) my balls slapping ur chest

Cheer_360: (12:46:04 PM) the tip of your cock pokes my chin

nerd_3r: (12:46:23 PM) suck it as ur tits fuck me!

nerd_3r: (12:46:31 PM) i scream with all my inhibition lost

Cheer_360: (12:47:01 PM) i stick out my tongue

Cheer_360: (12:47:15 PM) your cock hitting inside my mouth each time

nerd_3r: (12:47:22 PM) FUCK!

nerd_3r: (12:48:02 PM) i reach down and grab ur tits

nerd_3r: (12:48:15 PM) squeezing them, pinching ur nipples

Cheer_360: (12:48:39 PM) im getting wet

nerd_3r: (12:49:05 PM) what do u mean? i say

nerd_3r: (12:49:24 PM) my complete inexperience showing

Cheer_360: (12:49:30 PM) i stand up

Cheer_360: (12:49:40 PM) taking my pants off

nerd_3r: (12:49:56 PM) ohhh i moan as i see the rest of your body come into view

nerd_3r: (12:50:48 PM) my nervousness comes back

Cheer_360: (12:50:49 PM) i straddle you again

Cheer_360: (12:51:00 PM) rubbing my pussy on your cock

nerd_3r: (12:51:21 PM) instantly, i understand what u meant when u said u were wet

nerd_3r: (12:51:36 PM) i can feel ur pussy coating my cock with ur juices as u slide back and forth

Cheer_360: (12:52:20 PM) i stick your cock in my pussy 

nerd_3r: (12:52:33 PM) OHHHHH FUCK!!!! i moan 

nerd_3r: (12:52:37 PM) as u take my virginity

nerd_3r: (12:52:48 PM) shit you're so fucking tight!

nerd_3r: (12:53:06 PM) i can feel my 8.5 inch rock hard cock inside u

Cheer_360: (12:53:30 PM) i slowly lower onto it

nerd_3r: (12:53:39 PM) shit!

Cheer_360: (12:53:42 PM) my pussy stretching out

Cheer_360: (12:53:47 PM) i moan softly

nerd_3r: (12:53:51 PM) mmmm

nerd_3r: (12:53:52 PM) fuck baby

nerd_3r: (12:54:21 PM) my head rolls back

Cheer_360: (12:54:22 PM) i finally get you all the way into me

nerd_3r: (12:54:37 PM) i can feel ur pussy squeezing my cock

Cheer_360: (12:55:16 PM) i clench

nerd_3r: (12:55:45 PM) ohhhhhh shit!

nerd_3r: (12:55:56 PM) i grab ur hips and my instincts take over

nerd_3r: (12:56:02 PM) i start thrusting hard

nerd_3r: (12:56:04 PM) in and out of u

nerd_3r: (12:56:13 PM) bouncing u on my cock

Cheer_360: (12:56:21 PM) im breathing hard and moaning loud

nerd_3r: (12:56:39 PM) mmmm

nerd_3r: (12:56:46 PM) i hold u just above my cock

nerd_3r: (12:56:52 PM) and thrust hard in and out of u

nerd_3r: (12:57:06 PM) i suck one of ur nipples into my mouth

nerd_3r: (12:57:10 PM) sucking hard

nerd_3r: (12:57:15 PM) rolling it between my teeth

Cheer_360: (12:57:20 PM) my hands resting on your shoulders my chest pushed out

Cheer_360: (12:57:29 PM) i run my hands through your hair

nerd_3r: (12:57:45 PM) that makes me go harder

nerd_3r: (12:57:51 PM) i nibble at ur nipple now

nerd_3r: (12:57:56 PM) fucking u hard and fast

nerd_3r: (12:58:04 PM) i can feel my balls slapping ur ass

Cheer_360: (12:58:46 PM) i start loosening up

Cheer_360: (12:58:52 PM) now i help bounce on your cock

Cheer_360: (12:59:16 PM) my free tit hitting you in the face

nerd_3r: (12:59:28 PM) i pull away from ur nipple and kiss u hard

nerd_3r: (12:59:35 PM) realising that i havent done that yet

Cheer_360: (12:59:58 PM) i stop bouncing and grind my hips into yours

nerd_3r: (1:00:05 PM) i stop

nerd_3r: (1:00:11 PM) feeling ur hips grinding

nerd_3r: (1:01:12 PM) god u feel sooo good 

Cheer_360: (1:01:22 PM) i clench again

nerd_3r: (1:01:28 PM) fuck

Cheer_360: (1:01:30 PM) still grinding hard

nerd_3r: (1:01:36 PM) yes!

Cheer_360: (1:02:04 PM) i lean back 

Cheer_360: (1:02:09 PM) grabbing the back of your neck

nerd_3r: (1:02:10 PM) my hands reach around and grab ur ass

Cheer_360: (1:02:21 PM) i start bouncing on your cock again

nerd_3r: (1:02:37 PM) i slap ur ass

nerd_3r: (1:02:47 PM) grabbing it and squeezing it every time

Cheer_360: (1:03:49 PM) oooooooo

Cheer_360: (1:03:51 PM) yes

Cheer_360: (1:03:55 PM) smack it

nerd_3r: (1:04:02 PM) i smack it harder

Cheer_360: (1:04:19 PM) i get off of you and bend over the table

nerd_3r: (1:04:19 PM) i can feel ur pussy clenching my cock every time

nerd_3r: (1:04:28 PM) i sit there

nerd_3r: (1:04:32 PM) not sure of what to do

nerd_3r: (1:04:42 PM) my eyes just locked on ur perfect ass

Cheer_360: (1:05:08 PM) i reach around and peel my pussy open

Cheer_360: (1:05:31 PM) juices dripping out

nerd_3r: (1:05:48 PM) what do i do??!!

Cheer_360: (1:06:02 PM) i back up 

Cheer_360: (1:06:08 PM) and grab your cock 

Cheer_360: (1:06:12 PM) pulling you to your feet

nerd_3r: (1:06:36 PM) i follow u

Cheer_360: (1:06:55 PM) i pull you to the table and guide you into my pussy from behind

nerd_3r: (1:07:18 PM) ohhh fuck

nerd_3r: (1:07:29 PM) i push all the way inside u

nerd_3r: (1:07:38 PM) i grab ur hips and slowly start to move in and out

Cheer_360: (1:08:18 PM) i arch my back 

nerd_3r: (1:08:25 PM) i hold ur hips steady

Cheer_360: (1:08:44 PM) my tits sticking out 

Cheer_360: (1:09:01 PM) my hair falling down onto my ass

nerd_3r: (1:09:23 PM) i keep going slowly

nerd_3r: (1:09:26 PM) in and out, in and out

nerd_3r: (1:09:39 PM) taking at least 10 seconds every thrust

Cheer_360: (1:10:01 PM) i moan

nerd_3r: (1:10:09 PM) i hold u making sure u can't speed up

Cheer_360: (1:10:38 PM) i grab a hand from my hip and put it in my hair

nerd_3r: (1:11:06 PM) i pull it gently back as i push deeper and deeper into u

nerd_3r: (1:11:17 PM) i lean down, kissing ur neck 

Cheer_360: (1:11:18 PM) oooooo yessssss

nerd_3r: (1:11:19 PM) gently

nerd_3r: (1:11:33 PM) letting u feel my lips as they caress ur back

nerd_3r: (1:11:36 PM) mmmmm

nerd_3r: (1:11:38 PM) i moan gently

nerd_3r: (1:12:01 PM) all of a sudden i remember something, reaching around ur front and down to ur pussy i look for ur clit

nerd_3r: (1:12:13 PM) not sure where it is i rub frantically around ur pussy

nerd_3r: (1:12:17 PM) searching

Cheer_360: (1:12:34 PM) i push back away from the table

Cheer_360: (1:12:53 PM) sitting you down in the chair again

Cheer_360: (1:13:22 PM) i keep you in me and put your hand on my clit

Cheer_360: (1:13:56 PM) bouncing on you 

nerd_3r: (1:14:03 PM) i rub

Cheer_360: (1:14:03 PM) my ass hitting your hips

nerd_3r: (1:14:03 PM) hard

nerd_3r: (1:14:06 PM) pinching

nerd_3r: (1:14:15 PM) doing everything that i can think of to push pleasure through you

nerd_3r: (1:14:54 PM) my lips find ur nipples again, licking, sucking, nibbling as my fingers play with ur clit and my cock pushes in and out of ur tight pussy

Cheer_360: (1:15:20 PM) i whisper in your ear

Cheer_360: (1:15:26 PM) i want you to take me 

Cheer_360: (1:15:42 PM) and do what you imagined doing to me

nerd_3r: (1:15:52 PM) i pull u off my cock

nerd_3r: (1:15:58 PM) get into ur cheerleader uniform

nerd_3r: (1:16:03 PM) i slap ur ass

nerd_3r: (1:16:15 PM) no panties 

Cheer_360: (1:16:20 PM) i go quickly changing

Cheer_360: (1:17:13 PM) i come back 

nerd_3r: (1:17:19 PM) bedroom now!

nerd_3r: (1:18:13 PM) i pick u up and throw u on the bed

nerd_3r: (1:18:37 PM) does the cheerleader like nerds?? 

Cheer_360: (1:18:45 PM) she loves them

nerd_3r: (1:18:57 PM) mmm we fuck better than the jocks??

Cheer_360: (1:19:21 PM) mmmhmmmmmm

Cheer_360: (1:19:30 PM) i lay with my legs spread

nerd_3r: (1:19:41 PM) mmmmmm

nerd_3r: (1:19:53 PM) i run my hands slowly up and down ur legs

nerd_3r: (1:19:58 PM) touching every bit of ur skin

nerd_3r: (1:20:04 PM) but i dont touch ur pussy

nerd_3r: (1:20:08 PM) i do it again

nerd_3r: (1:20:17 PM) up and down ur thighs, ur calves

nerd_3r: (1:20:24 PM) not touching ur soaking wet pussy

nerd_3r: (1:20:29 PM) then i replace my hands with my tounge

nerd_3r: (1:20:32 PM) licking up ur legs

nerd_3r: (1:20:35 PM) mmmmmm

nerd_3r: (1:20:55 PM) ur sooo fucking hot!

nerd_3r: (1:21:28 PM) u like my tounge?? 

Cheer_360: (1:21:34 PM) i love it

Cheer_360: (1:21:40 PM) but your cock is sooo much better

nerd_3r: (1:21:47 PM) are u sure??

nerd_3r: (1:21:48 PM) 

nerd_3r: (1:22:06 PM) i lift ur skirt and lick all the way up ur wet slit

nerd_3r: (1:22:11 PM) mmmmmm i moan as i taste u

Cheer_360: (1:22:13 PM) mmmm

nerd_3r: (1:22:32 PM) i find ur clit with my tounge

nerd_3r: (1:22:36 PM) slowly i circle it

nerd_3r: (1:22:43 PM) teasing it

nerd_3r: (1:22:52 PM) mmmmmm u taste sooo nice

Cheer_360: (1:23:10 PM) im getting even more wet

nerd_3r: (1:23:20 PM) i flick my tounge over it

nerd_3r: (1:23:22 PM) slowly

nerd_3r: (1:23:26 PM) then faster

nerd_3r: (1:23:35 PM) finally, i suck it into my mouth

nerd_3r: (1:23:43 PM) holding ur clit tight between my lips i suck

nerd_3r: (1:24:19 PM) mmmmmmmm i moan

nerd_3r: (1:24:24 PM) sending vibrations through ur clit

Cheer_360: (1:24:53 PM) i moan loud

nerd_3r: (1:25:03 PM) do u still prefer my cock?? 

Cheer_360: (1:25:09 PM) uh hu

nerd_3r: (1:25:24 PM) mmmm ur a little cock slut rnt u?? 

Cheer_360: (1:25:40 PM) big nerdy cock slut

nerd_3r: (1:25:58 PM) i pull ur skirt up and quickly sit up

nerd_3r: (1:26:05 PM) shoving my cock all the way into ur pussy

Cheer_360: (1:26:17 PM) i squeal

nerd_3r: (1:26:21 PM) i grab ur cheerleader top and pull it down exposing ur tits

nerd_3r: (1:26:22 PM) mmmmm

nerd_3r: (1:26:29 PM) thats what u like isnt it? u dirty little slut

Cheer_360: (1:26:38 PM) uh hu

Cheer_360: (1:26:40 PM) mmmmmmmm

nerd_3r: (1:26:58 PM) i grab ur legs and throw them over my shoulders

nerd_3r: (1:27:08 PM) shoving my cock in and out of ur soaking wet pussy

nerd_3r: (1:27:32 PM) mmmm

nerd_3r: (1:27:37 PM) fuck u feel sooo good

nerd_3r: (1:27:54 PM) i pinch ur nipples between my fingers

Cheer_360: (1:28:14 PM) mmmm 

Cheer_360: (1:28:16 PM) o eys yes

nerd_3r: (1:28:35 PM) tell me how much u like it u horny little slut!!!!!

nerd_3r: (1:28:46 PM) im screaming as i fuck ur pussy harder and harder

nerd_3r: (1:28:52 PM) i feel my balls slapping against ur ass

Cheer_360: (1:29:00 PM) i LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

Cheer_360: (1:29:12 PM) i cum all over your cock

nerd_3r: (1:29:28 PM) FUCK i moan as i feel ur pussy tighten around my cock

nerd_3r: (1:29:35 PM) WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!

nerd_3r: (1:29:45 PM) i pull out as i watch ur whole body shaking

Cheer_360: (1:30:04 PM) i wrap my legs around you 

Cheer_360: (1:30:10 PM) pulling you back to me

nerd_3r: (1:30:22 PM) i kiss u

nerd_3r: (1:30:33 PM) feeling ur body pulling me closer

Cheer_360: (1:30:43 PM) i want you to cum




Nerd Fun



nerd_3r: (1:31:14 PM) i want to see you do that again!!!

Cheer_360: (1:31:42 PM) fuck me

nerd_3r: (1:31:53 PM) i grab u and put u on ur hands and knees

nerd_3r: (1:32:01 PM) i wanna watch that hot little ass as i fuck u again!

nerd_3r: (1:32:10 PM) grabbing ur hips, i dont bother about being subtle

nerd_3r: (1:32:16 PM) instead i push myself all the way into u

nerd_3r: (1:32:42 PM) i start thrusting

nerd_3r: (1:32:43 PM) hard

nerd_3r: (1:32:46 PM) in and out of you

Cheer_360: (1:33:03 PM) im dripping wet

nerd_3r: (1:33:03 PM) i slap ur ass hard watching as my hands leave light red prints

nerd_3r: (1:33:16 PM) i can hear my cock sliding in and out of ur pussy

nerd_3r: (1:33:31 PM) reaching around i rub ur clit again with one hand and ur tits with my other

nerd_3r: (1:33:40 PM) every time u moan, i feel my cock grow harder

Cheer_360: (1:33:48 PM) i scream 

Cheer_360: (1:33:51 PM) ready to cum again

nerd_3r: (1:34:03 PM) u want to cum again for this cock!!??

Cheer_360: (1:34:12 PM) i bury my head in a pillow

nerd_3r: (1:34:22 PM) i stop

nerd_3r: (1:34:33 PM) tell me u want to cum again or im not fucking this pussy anymore 

Cheer_360: (1:34:33 PM) i breath heavily

Cheer_360: (1:34:44 PM) i want to cum again

nerd_3r: (1:34:51 PM) u gonna ask me nicely 

Cheer_360: (1:35:19 PM) i lift my head out of the pillow

nerd_3r: (1:35:21 PM) i run my cock up and down ur slit

nerd_3r: (1:35:24 PM) teasing u

Cheer_360: (1:35:25 PM) please make me cum again

nerd_3r: (1:35:40 PM) with that i push all the way in again, at the same time i flip u over

nerd_3r: (1:35:53 PM) getting between ur hips i shove my cock in and out of ur pussy

nerd_3r: (1:36:09 PM) watching ur whole body and rubbing ur clit

nerd_3r: (1:36:17 PM) mmmm i wanna see u cum again

Cheer_360: (1:36:26 PM) im sweating

Cheer_360: (1:36:30 PM) my face contorting

Cheer_360: (1:36:34 PM) im ready to cum again

nerd_3r: (1:36:42 PM) cum for me!

nerd_3r: (1:36:53 PM) i rub ur clit hard, shoving my cock in and out of u

nerd_3r: (1:36:58 PM) mmmmmm fuck u feel sooo good!

Cheer_360: (1:36:58 PM) i clench my pussy 

nerd_3r: (1:37:04 PM) mmmmmm fuck thats it baby

nerd_3r: (1:37:05 PM) mmmm

Cheer_360: (1:37:11 PM) i explode on your cock

nerd_3r: (1:37:12 PM) i pinch ur nipples

nerd_3r: (1:37:25 PM) i try to hold u steady with my hands on ur hips

nerd_3r: (1:37:34 PM) still moving in and out of ur tight pussy

Cheer_360: (1:37:50 PM) cum for me now

nerd_3r: (1:38:03 PM) i shove in and out of u faster

nerd_3r: (1:38:07 PM) as i feel myself getting close

nerd_3r: (1:38:13 PM) where do u want my cum u slut!?

nerd_3r: (1:38:22 PM) shoving in and out of u harder and harder

Cheer_360: (1:38:23 PM) idc

nerd_3r: (1:38:37 PM) ohhhh fuck

nerd_3r: (1:38:41 PM) suck this cock

nerd_3r: (1:38:45 PM) swallow all my cum!

Cheer_360: (1:39:08 PM) i quickly move and take your cock in my mouth

nerd_3r: (1:39:22 PM) as i feel ur mouth surround my cock i feel my orgasm

nerd_3r: (1:39:27 PM) OHHHH FUCK YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nerd_3r: (1:40:09 PM) i fire jet after jet into ur mouth

Cheer_360: (1:40:14 PM) your cum fills my mouth

Cheer_360: (1:40:28 PM) it oozes out and down my chin

nerd_3r: (1:40:35 PM) ohhh shit!

nerd_3r: (1:40:42 PM) i feel my whole body shaking

Cheer_360: (1:41:03 PM) your cum spattering my tits as it dripps off my chin

nerd_3r: (1:41:30 PM) i reach down, squeezing ur tits in my hands as i feel the last of my orgasm

Cheer_360: (1:41:44 PM) mmmmmmmm

Cheer_360: (1:41:48 PM) ok hun i need to go to bed

Cheer_360: (1:41:53 PM) sorry for the quick run off

nerd_3r: (1:41:57 PM) thats ok

nerd_3r: (1:42:05 PM) i had fun 

Cheer_360: (1:42:06 PM) ill ttyl

nerd_3r: (1:42:09 PM) ok xx

Cheer_360: (1:42:12 PM) o baby

Cheer_360: (1:42:13 PM) night

nerd_3r: (1:42:20 PM) night



Nerd Girl at Faculty Stag Night



"I hate to break it to you gentlemen, but we are pathetic," sighed Roger Lamar, head of the Theater Department of the North Metropolitan Community College. "Look at us: six grown men on a Friday night, debating which Goddamned porno to watch. Back in the day, when fresh collegiate trim was a perquisite of our profession, guys like us would gather at the end of semester to share storis of all the coeds they'd bedded and cherries they'd popped. Nowadays, the best we can do is compare notes on which girls we'd like to bang, watch a few pornographic films and go home to jack off before bed. These are sad times, my friends. Sad times."

"And when exactly was this golden age of profs banging coeds, Roger?" asked Joel Weiss. He was in the Mathematics Department and was hosting the evening's festivities.

"Fuck if I know," admitted Roger as he took a long sip of his vodka tonic. "Certainly before my time."

"Pre Enlightenment?" said Kurt Williams from Poli-Sci with a shit-giving smile. He scratched at his chin with his mangled left hand: a memento from Afghanistan.

"With all the hair and that rangy beard, I'd say Neolithic," laughed Dr. James Basset - English Department - his smile flashing bright against his dark skin.

Martin Demarest, the new English Composition instructor, said nothing. He knew Roger was notorious among the students for being a dirty old man so his lament about the lack of teenagers willing to throw their thighs open for the faculty was hardly surprising. Personally, he thought the guy was full of shit.

Roger turned to Ernest Banyan - Economics - and cocked an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to take your dig at my age Ernie. I am over 40, after all."

"Naw. I agree with you," said Ernie. "Remember Sara Henjum?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Roger turned his large, shaggy head to Martin and explained. "Ernie here actually fucked a student a few years back."

Ernie nodded. "Yeah... Well, she had dropped out earlier that semester... And I had to pay for it. But it still counts, I think."

A few of the guys laughed at that.

"Oh, and none of this leaves this room, got it?" said James to Martin. "First law of Stag Night."

Martin nodded.

"So," said Roger to Martin. "You're a young guy, in good shape, moderately attractive, I'd bet some of the girls have been giving you the eye... you get any action this semester?"

"Um... actually..."

The room exploded in noise. "What? You did?!" - "Son. Of. A. Fucking. Bitch." - "Dude!"

"Cheers, rookie," said Rogers as he hoisted his glass.

"No! No. I didn't have sex with her, but... well, it's a long story."

"We are specifically here to share these types of long stories," said Joel. "Get the hell on with it."

Martin looked around the room. Every eye was on him. 

"OK," he said. "She was a student in my Creative Writing section; not really what you'd call good looking although she seemed like the kind of person who really works at fading into the crowd: cheap glasses; straight, mousy brown hair; frumpy clothes; no makeup or even jewelry as far as I remember..."

"Name?"

"Jill Coode," he said, pronouncing it like the word 'could'. "Spelled C-O-O-D-E. "

"Oh shit," said James. "I had her in my English lit class last Fall and I mispronounced it as 'coodie' on the first day. Everyone laughed. I still remember how mortified the poor girl looked."

"What'd you think? She attractive?" asked Kurt.

"Hard to tell, just like Martin said. She certainly wasn't ugly, just kind of plain. One day she wore a tee-shirt; it looked like she might have an OK rack. But I don't know."

"How was she as a student?" asked Martin.

"Excellent, actually; except that she'd never participate in class discussions. Her papers were pretty fucking brilliant though."

"Does this ever get dirty?" asked Roger with a sigh.

"Yes. In fact it was in her assignments where things started getting weird. It started early in the semester, when I had them do a poem. Hers was good - wonderful word choice, powerful imagery, lovely rhythm - pretty amazing, especially considering it was entirely about masturbating. And I mean graphically. At the time I thought she was brave to be so achingly honest in her subject matter so I gave her an A. That was my first mistake.

"Her next assignment was worse. The main character goes to talk to her professor - who was described exactly like me - and he forces her to give him a blowjob. Again, the story was well written so I felt she deserved a good grade, but I told her she needs to keep the subject matter down to an 'R' rating, at the very least."

"Jesus," said Ernie.

"Then, another assignment comes along and she's even dirtier. Again I'm a character in the story but now I'm forcibly screwing her in every hole while she begs for mercy but, as she made amply clear in the story, she secretly loves every minute of it. I sent her a comment that she needs to cut that crap out, although, again, I still gave her a good grade.

"It continued to get worse. I spoke to her after class and told her to stop. I explained how uncomfortable she was making me. I told her that what she was doing was sexual harassment and if she didn't stop I'd have to take my complaint to administration. "

"What'd she say?" asked James.

"Nothing. She stammered a few 'yes sirs' and 'no sirs' but mostly she stared at her shoes and looked contrite. I thought I'd reached her. I thought she'd stop.

"She didn't? I hope," said Roger.

"Oh no. Each story still got filthier and filthier. They got really, really twisted by the end of the semester."

"Holy fuck. Why didn't you say anything to the department?" asked James.

"By the time it was so out of control that I felt like I needed help, I'd already let it go too long. I worried I could be accused of leading the girl on. So I hemmed and hawed until my only option was to ride it out until the end of the semester. Now it's over. Thank God."

"Wait a goddamned minute here...," said Roger. "You had this young thing writing you personally crafted pornography and you did nothing? Holy fuck!"

"The girl obviously has mental problems."

"Which you exacerbated by giving her A's for her weird little flights of fancy! If you'd've taken her aside and pounded her in her tight little cunt it might have at least have taught her a valuable lesson about being a clueless fucking cock-tease."

"Fuck you, dude," said Martin.

"Jesus guys, lighten up. We're here to have fun," said Joel.

"Yeah, you're right. I apologize," said Roger. "And to make it up to the rookie I'm going to let him get me some ice."

Everyone looked confused by the logic of that.

"Meaning: I got plenty of vodka and tonic, but not enough ice. And I've already knocked back a few so I'm in no shape to drive. If Marty runs up to the Quick Trip and gets me a bag of ice I promise to not be an asshole for the rest of the night."

Martin looked at his beer. He'd barely touched it and everyone else already seemed moderately buzzed. The logic of it was stupid but inescapable. He'd have to get Roger his God dammed ice.

"OK, give me some money."

Roger pulled himself off the couch, marched over to the pile of jackets and dug around until he brought out a ten. He handed it to Martin, saying "I'll want my change back."

Grumbling under his breath, Martin left.

Joel turned to Roger. "What are you up to man? We have plenty of ice."

"True. But I was able to snag Martin's phone from his jacket," said Roger as he held up a scuffed-up phone.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"I'll show you. Hey, who does this sound like: 'Jill Coode obviously has mental problems'?"

James, Kurt and Ernie broke out laughing at Roger's mimicry of Martin. Joel looked concerned.

"Roger, you better not..."

"Hey, I wonder if Jill Coode is in the student directory," interrupted Roger.

"Already looked her up," said Ernie holding up his phone. The NMCC directory app was open, showing the student profile for Jill Coode. No picture available, it said, but there was a phone number.

***

Jill Coode sat on her bed in her basement bedroom trying to write. Her story had just got to the good part: the princess was cornered and defenseless in her tower and the wild-eyed barbarians, smeared with the gore of her ineffectual defenders, were advancing ominously, lust twisting their hideous features into demonic countenances. But upstairs her grandfather's TV blared at full volume and every detail of Jessica Fletcher's latest case, circa 1987, came squawking down into Jill's brain. She looked at the clock and saw it was still before nine. There'd be yet another episode of Murder She Wrote before her granddad went to bed and she'd finally be able to think.

Jill sighed. Perhaps she could outline some story ideas until then, or proofread, or something. She opened the browser on her laptop and went to one of the free porno sites she liked, maybe they'd have a good video or something to spark her imagination. She was looking through lurid thumbnails of group sex scenes when her cell phone rang.

Jill jumped in alarm. Her phone never rang. Her granddad might call to check up on her when she was at school or attempting to do something social (although there hadn't been any of that since her disastrously tongue-tied attempts in the Fall semester), but he was upstairs watching MSW. If he wanted her, he'd just yell down the stairs. He certainly wasn't reluctant to do that.

Jill picked up the phone. The caller ID said it was from 'Martin Demarest'. Her mouth dropped open. Martin Demarest? Her creative writing teacher? AKA: Professor Dreamy? She took a deep breath and answered, not wanting to hope but unable to help herself.

"H-hello?"

"Jill?" said a voice. "Jill Coode?"

"Yes?"

"This is Martin Demarest."

"...Huh?"

"This is Martin Demarest, Jill, your creative writing professor."

Jill listened closely, scowling. "No it's not."

"Um... I assure you..."

"W-who is this really?"

"..."

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Eh, actually I'm a colleague of Martin's. He stepped away and we thought we'd play a joke on him with one of his students... so we, uh, randomly picked ..."

"No you didn't," she said, her voice a harsh, low whisper.

"What?"

"You didn't randomly pick me... professor Demarest t-t-told you about my stories, d-didn't he?"

"Uh... well... He did, um, he mentioned them, yes."

Jill swallowed hard and steadied herself before she allowed herself to speak further. But still her squeaky, halting voice betrayed her. "So what do... what do you w-want?"

There was a flustered pause suddenly interrupted by a distant thud, then a voice from afar raised in anger. "What the hell are you doing with my phone!"

Now that sounded like professor Demarest's voice.

Sounds of struggle. Swearing and fumbling. Then his voice again, speaking right into the phone. "Hello? Who is this? This is Martin Demarest, was someone representing themselves as me?"

"Hello professor," said Jill. Weird things seemed to be going on. Professor Demarest actually seemed more flustered than she. Jill steadied herself and spoke with a timid, coquettish confidence rare for her. "Have you been telling your friends about my stories?"

"Listen, Jill. Don't..."

"It's OK professor. Really."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Was there anything that... that m-maybe..." Jill halted, impossibly tongue tied again.

"Jill, this isn't..."

"Where are you now?"

The professor said nothing for a long while. Jill would have worried that he'd hung up, but she could hear his breath. Then, finally, he responded: "Two-eighty-four, North Pierce Drive."

He was only a few blocks away! "Thank you Professor," she said. "I'll be there in about an hour and a half. OK?"

"No, Jill, you don't need to..."

"You remember my stories, don't you professor?" she responded.

"Yes. Of course I do."

"I thought they were pretty clear."

"Yes, Jill. They were that."

"Good. So, how many of you are there?"

"...Six."

"Oh," she said as she imagined six men waiting for her at two-eight-four North Pierce. She swallowed heavily. "OK. See you in a w-while then," she said and hung up before Professor Demarest could change his mind.

As Jill put her phone down she heard the creak of the loose riser on the basement stairs. She composed herself before her grandfather got to her door.

"Hello grandfather," she said as he walked in without knocking.

"Did I hear your phone?" he asked.

"One of my professors called. I'd sent my final assignment to the wrong email address. He wanted to check on it before he gave me an incomplete."

"He? I don't know that I like grown men calling you at night like that."

"He was just doing his job."

"Jilly, honey, you're such a naïve girl. You just watch yourself. Just 'cause a man has an education doesn't make him a good man."

"He said the grades needed to be submitted before midnight," she said, her voice very small.

"Maybe so, maybe so. But you still need to be wary, Jill. Any man will say anything to get at your virtue. And any girl might say 'no' dozens of times but when you have unscrupulous men filling your head with sweet talk day after day it's too much for the feminine brain. God knows, your mother couldn't resist. I just thank God every day that you didn't turn out to be a attractive girl like her. I know it doesn't seem like it, but The Lord did you a great favor, my dear, when he denied you your mother's good looks. You should thank Him extra hard tonight."

"Yes, grandfather. I will."

Upstairs, they could hear the 9PM rerun of Murder She Wrote starting.

"Well, I gotta go catch my show, honey. Remember what I said" He turned and started back up the stairs.

How could I forget? thought Jill. You tell me every frickin' day.

She lay back on her bed, gripped the mattress and waited for her panic attack to run its course.

***

Stag Night had entered a holding pattern. No one believed that a timid freshman girl, when given nearly two hours to consider her upcoming 'appointment' with six horny professors, would really go through with it. But neither did they want to end up too drunk to perform if she actually did, so they drank cola or coffee or water, played a few hands of poker, argued again about which pornos to watch and petulantly agreed with each other how pathetic they were for falling for the whims of a teenage cock-tease like Jill Coode. Eventually Martin remembered he still had the semester's assignments saved on the college network. The guys turned off the video and took turns reading her stories to each other. 

"God damn," said Roger, a while later. "That horny little slut sure can write! We're gonna have some fun if she ever shows."

"She'll show," said Martin.

James arched an eyebrow. "Really? What makes you think so?"

"Just a feeling. When I spoke with her she was weirdly confident. She was almost pushy. I've never seen her show so much spirit. I think we struck a nerve."

"You going to be able to go through with it if she shows up?" asked Joel.

"Yeah, you sounded like you were trying to talk her out of it on the phone," said Kurt.

"Why the hell do all of you think I'm terrified of fucking this girl?! Yeah, I'm a little worried we're taking advantage of her quite-possibly-fucked-up mental state, but I've been getting cock-teased for three fucking months. Believe me, I more ready to fuck Jill Coode than any of you can possibly imagine!"

Several of the guys laughed. Martin felt a little ridiculous about his outburst but he managed a smile.

"Well, that's a relief. We've got the rookie on board. Now all we need is the girl," said Roger. "Personally, I'd..."

Martin's phone rang. They all jumped slightly in their seats at the sound. Martin picked up his phone. "It's Jill," he announced to the guys. Into the phone he said, "Hello Jill."

"I'm outside," said Jill's squeaky voice into Martin's ear. She hung up.

"She's outside," said Martin to the guys.

They all looked at the door.

"Um... I was thinking," said Joel. "Before we let her into my house, maybe we should ask her explicitly if she's cool getting fucked by us all? I mean, we're all kind of assuming that's what's going to happen. I'd prefer it be out in the open."

"I hate to admit it, but that's not a bad idea," said Roger.

James and Ernie nodded.

"Jeez. And you guys accused me of being the timid one," grumbled Martin as he dialed the phone.

***

Out on the front porch Jill shivered in the unseasonably cool May night. She was nervous, terrified really, and it surprised her. She'd been dreaming and hoping for this opportunity for so long and, now that it was here, she felt both a lingering disbelief that it would actually happen and a bone-deep panic that it was mere minutes away. 

Her phone rang. She answered.

"Jill," said Martin Demarest.

"What is it Professor Demarest?" She said. "I'm outside. Waiting."

"We just want to be sure..."

Jill interrupted him. "Please don't make me ask for it Professor Demarest."

"What?"

"That would ruin it. I wrote the... I wrote those s-stories so I wouldn't have to ask. I was v-very clear, wasn't I? J-just don't make me say the words, OK? Please."

"OK... I guess..."

"Thank you, Professor Demarest," she said and ended the call. She sighed.

She heard voices arguing indistinctly through the door. She shook her head. She'd never have guessed a bunch of grown men would act so nervous in a situation like this. It was never like this in porno films.

Finally, there was the click of the lock. The front door opened. Six men stood looking out at her. The disbelief in their eyes mirrored Jill's own. She tried to force a smile but her lips just quivered.

The guys stepped back from the doorway to admit Jill, looking her over as she stepped hesitantly into the room. She had worn her knee-length, oversized knit jacket that hung off her like a tent and some plain flat-soled shoes. Her long, brown hair was in her usual style: shapelessly crowded around the edges of her face like curtains she would prefer to keep drawn. She had used make-up for a change, but not much: lipstick, a little eyeliner. She gazed intently at her hosts through her plastic-framed glasses, looking for, but not expecting, any sign of approval. 

"Hello Jill," said Martin.

"Hi Professor D-Demarest," said Jill. She attempted a smile.

"May I take your coat?"

Jill swallowed heavily. Her pulse hammered in her ears. This is it. Back at home she had agonized over what to wear. She wanted to look sexy and confident but everything she owned was oversized, loose, frumpy. So, she'd chosen the only option available and now it was the moment of truth. Unable to speak, she nodded 'yes' as she reached for the top button with a shaking hand. Six pairs of watching eyes grew wider with every button. At last she shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She resisted the urge to vomit as she stood nude in the center of the room while six men inspected her body from mere feet away. 

It was an awful lot of attention for a girl like Jill. Too much. Instinctually her shoulders scrunched forward, her head slumped down, her arms drifted around to cover her breasts, her hands clasped together in front of her pubis. Her pale skin blushed vivid pink as her terrified eyes darted between the members of her wide-eyed, slack-jawed audience.

The big, older guy with the beard sighed loudly. "You are severely pissing me off young lady!" he said. He stepped towards her. Jill stepped back.

"Hey, back the fuck off Roger," warned Martin.

"Please, allow me a minute Demarest. Just look at this girl! She has the body of a goddess, yet she tries to hide behind herself like a frightened pup. It's a God-damned shame!" Roger stepped up behind her. Jill cowered. "Stand up straight, my dear, yes that's right. Shoulders back, chest out... oh my yes. Gentlemen, please take your seats, before we do anything we need to teach this young woman some confidence. James, my man, would you grab that mirror over there and put in front of the TV, yes that's the stuff."




Nerd Girl at Faculty Stag Night



The men took their seats as Jill stood nude and at attention. James moved the tall, free-standing mirror as requested. Roger, still behind Jill, put his hands on her shoulders and guided her to a spot in directly in front of it.

"Have you ever looked at your body, my dear. Look with me now. See? Your skin: beautiful blue-veined alabaster," his hands glided gently along her thigh as he spoke to her from over her shoulder. She twitched nervously as his hands began to roam across her body. "Your belly has the effortless firmness of youth..." his hand slipped along the quivering flesh of her abdomen and circled back beneath her belly button. "But your hips have the voluptuousness of womanhood..." his hand stroked along her hipbone and continued to move up her body. "And your breasts! Round, full, pert... Perfection, my dear." His hand cupped her under her right breast, his thumb barely brushing the edge of her areola. "Perfection."

Mortified at first, Jill followed along his tour of her flesh with a growing interest. When he phrased it like that then, yeah, she supposed she had an OK body. But what really got her interest were the watching eyes of her audience. They had followed along, wide and unblinking, rapt, hungry. There was no doubt, they wanted her. She realized she was getting very wet. Her skin tingled like it was on fire whenever the hairy old pervert touched her. She wanted him, or any, or all of them, to touch her more, a lot more.

"Thank you," she squeaked.

"Tell me my dear, how old are you?"

"N-nineteen. Since a couple of weeks ago."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Glad to hear it. It would be a crime to keep a body like that to yourself. How many men have you had sex with?"

"I... I've never actually had sex with anyone. But I've used a dildo on myself... a lot."

The men passed around an odd look. Jill felt her brief fling with confidence rapidly falling apart.

"So you like to masturbate, eh?"

She nodded.

"Good," said Roger. He took her right hand in his big paw and guided it towards her pussy. "Because I want you to make yourself come. And I want you to watch yourself do it. No, don't look at us, look at you."

Jill's breath caught in her throat as she let him guide her fingers into her labia. Together their hands moved over the freshly-shaved skin of her pussy into the wet furrow of her sex. He brought her fingertips to the bud of her clit and pulled his hand away. "Go on," he said and she began to stroke, to tease and feel herself like she'd done a thousand times before in the shower, in her bed, in her car between classes. But this time was different. She could see her bare body undulate and shudder as it responded to her touch. She could see her breasts rising and falling with her rapidly increasing breath and her pale pink nipples harden and rise. She opened her legs a little so she could slide a finger inside herself and she heard the men sigh in appreciation. Behind her, The old hairy professor held her hips and pressed his pelvis against her butt. She could feel his arousal grow alarmingly. She leaned back against him as her body began to tingle in earnest. His big hands were on her breasts now, his fingers gently squeezing her nipples. Oh, how nice to be touched like that! She watched herself in the mirror as her body began to shake and writhe. She cried out softly as potent blast of blinding pleasure quaked through her. Her body trembled and twisted as her lips parted and an animalistic moan escaped her. Finally, she sagged back against the hairy old professor, letting his big hands keep her from dropping to the floor. 

"That was excellent my dear," said as he helped her down to a sitting position on scuffed up black leather ottoman at the center of the semi-circle of seated faculty. Jill, her eyes still dazed and unfocused in the afterglow of her orgasm, reached up to adjust her glasses and look about the room. 

The guys looked eager enough. She wished they'd go ahead and get to the good stuff.

*** 

"Sorry for interrupting, rookie," said Roger to Martin as stepped away from the girl. "I cede the floor to you, sir."

Everyone turned to Martin, their faces all reading "what next?" Martin realized he should have been thinking ahead but, frankly, he'd been too caught up in Jill's performance to think at all. Plus he'd just kind-of assumed Roger - attention-craving ham that he was - was stepping into the role of ringmaster for the duration of the party. He'd been a pretty annoyed at the time but now he genuinely wished Roger really had taken over. Let that hairy old bastard do crowd control, Martin just wanted to fuck Jill Coode.

Martin stood up and looked down at Jill. As her eyes followed him, she raised her hands to sweep her hair from her face and tuck it behind the ear-pieces of her glasses. For some reason the gesture enchanted him. Maybe it was the act of raising her arms, which pulled her already-shapely breasts further up her chest; or maybe it was the playful/worried expression in her eyes or the way she chewed nervously on her pouty lower lip; or maybe it was just that she was completely naked and right there. Whatever it was, her usual plainness had been transformed into an aura of genuine desirability. He was transfixed.

Again, it was a lot of attention for a girl like Jill. She seemed ready to curl up into herself again as she melted under Martin's horny stare. Her eyes were big and watery. Her tongue darted out to nervously lick her lips... 

That gave Martin an idea. He smiled down at Jill as it formed in his head. Jill dared a tremulous smile in return.

"Jill?"

"Yes Professor Demarest?"

"It's time to suck all our cocks."

She swallowed heavily. Her eyes darted around the room. 

"And after that, we're going to fuck you, Jill. We're going to fuck your mouth, your pussy... we'll probably fuck you in your ass too. We're going to come in you. We're going to come on you. When you leave here tonight, you'll be a real slut. A cum-dump. There's no going back now. It's going to happen, Jill. "

Martin's heart was beating in double-time and his palms were sweaty. His cock was already hard in his briefs. He'd never spoken to a woman like that, much less a teenage virgin. 

Jill looked Martin in the eye. The corner of her mouth twitched upward and her eyes were lively and playful. But what she said was: "I'm afraid."

"Yes. Yes you probably should be." He clenched his fists. Holy shit he wanted to fuck that eager little nerd. He wanted to fuck her so hard.

"I call first!" blurted Kurt.

"No," said Martin, reminded once again that there were other guys here. He turned and looked them over, considering.

"Joel is the host tonight. He should go first," announced Martin.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" said Joel as he jumped up. His hand was already pulling his dick out of his fly as he arose. "OK girlie, first B.J.?" he asked as he stepped up to her. 

She didn't look up at him. Her eyes were busy eyeing his semi-hard prick. She nodded 'yes'.

"Just remember kid: lots of tongue, no teeth."

"I'll do my best," squeaked Jill. 

*** 

Jill actually felt moderately confident. She'd seen several porno scenes where a inexperienced character is taught how to fellate a man and, of course, she'd practiced some on her dildos. It didn't seem too difficult. As the tall guy with the thick glasses held his cock out for her she graced the underside of his growing shaft with a few long licks, from balls to head, before eagerly slipping her lips around him. 

Immediately she could appreciate how very different this was from practicing on a dildo. She reveled in the new experience of the fleshy firmness of his manhood pistoning back and forth along her tongue. She loved the way it changed in size and solidity as his hardening glans rattled against her back molars. She even appreciated the musky smell of his maleness as the tip of her nose brushed against his unkempt pubic hair. Her heart raced as the soft slurps of her mouth merged with his groans and heavy breathing. 

"Holy fuck, baby," he said. "You're a natural."

Jill smiled to herself around his cock as she felt the rim of his rock-hard head move back and forth within her mouth. She tasted a thin film of salty precum that began seeping from him. She wouldn't really say it tasted good, but she assumed she'd grow to like it soon enough. The girls in the pornos all said they loved it.

"Whoa, Jill," said Joel, pushing her away. "Better ease off me for a while."

Her former lit professor Dr. Basset, the black guy, jumped up and stood next to Joel. Jill turned and smiled up at him as she reached over to stroke Joel with her hand.

"Open up, girl. I bet your daddy would love to see this," he said as he thrust his erection into her mouth. 

Who knows? she thought. As Grandfather is always so quick to point out, no one has any idea who my dad might be... Ha! What if that old fool could see this? It'd kill him. 

Jill reached down and started to strum her clit.

As with Joel, James started leaking a lot of precum before long and he pulled himself from her mouth with a frustrated apology. His dark glistening cock withdrew, trailing shimmering filaments of spunk.

Kurt, the muscular one with the missing finger on his left hand, jumped up next. His cock was already rock-hard. She opened her mouth but he slapped her on the nose with it instead. "No, bitch. Lick my balls," he said. He hitched a foot up on the ottoman to give her better access and pulled her face to his scrotum. She licked his sweaty sack with several long laps. He tasted stale and errant stands of pubic hair clung stubbornly to her tongue. She didn't mind. Kurt said he wanted it wetter. She continued licking, wetter now, so that her saliva dripped from his balls like glistening dew. He commanded her to suck one of his testes into her mouth. She pulled in one ball, then another and stroked them with her tongue. He made her lick up and down his taint. She felt woozy as she breathed in his musky smell but her skin tingled with desire all the same.

Finally, after giving her a final few slaps across the face with his cock, Kurt pushed her away. Jill licked her lips. Who was next? She looked up and to her right. Standing above her she could see Professor Demarest through her glasses, now smudged with greasy dick prints and smears of precum. He was just finishing taking off his shirt and he stood there as nude as she. His body was lithe, his eyes were hot and eager, his cock was erect and waiting. Jill took his shaft by the base and eagerly sunk her face onto it. His was a little bigger than the previous three. She closed her eyes and began to frig her clit with renewed intensity as she got to work.

***

Whatever trepidation Jill had been feeling had apparently melted away as she'd sucked her first three dicks. She'd shown nothing but all consuming cock-hunger when Martin had stepped up for his turn. He hated to admit it, but he had kind of liked when she looked a little frightened. A wicked idea popped into his brain. Without thinking, he placed his right hand firmly against the back of her head.

"How deep you take my cock, Jill?" he heard himself say.

With her lips still stretched around his manhood, her big eyes looked up at him in alarm. Now there was the expression he liked. He applied pressure. Her eyes got wider. A wet 'glurp' sound came from her as he felt his fat head push back past her tongue into uncomfortable territory at the back of her mouth. He felt her suppress a couple of gags. Damn, It felt good as her throat struggled to accept his cock.

"Holy shit!" said several as his shaft pushed down her throat until her nose mashed into his abdomen. Martin moaned deeply.

He pulled back and Jill gasped for breath. He let her get some air for awhile before he shoved it down again. Their eyes held each other as he slowly fucked her throat. Before long she was really getting into it, making weird moaning noises from somewhere in her chest. Martin felt his skin begin to tingle and his balls begin to ache with a rapidly building climax. Regretfully, He pushed Jill away and stepped back; so close to orgasm he had to look away else Jill's big, watery doe-eyes prompt him to shoot his load right there onto Joel's carpet.

Martin stepped away from the action and looked T Joel's bookshelves for awhile as he waited for his near-orgasm to abate. Behind him he could hear Ernie taking his turn as Martin browsed the spines of books on number theory, chess strategy, Jewish history. It sounded like Ernie was giving her a really vigorous face-fucking, the 'gulk, gulk, gulk' of his jackhammer thrusts into her mouth filled the room. Martin finally returned to the tight circle of men standing around Jill just as Ernie swore and pulled away, his trembling dick dripping ribbons of precum. Jill's face was flushed and sweaty, her lips raw, her makeup smeared. She straightened her cum speckled-glasses again and looked up at the encircling men.

"Who's next?" said Jill, her voice surprisingly clear and steady.

Standing a little apart from the circle of men, Roger smiled. "Me," he said and stepped in closer. He opened his trousers and pulled down his boxers. Jill gasped. The men stood back.

"Holy shit, Roger!" said Joel.

"Yeah, I know, I know," said Roger. "I got a really big dick."

As the guys laughed, Jill approached it and took his shaft in both hands. She began licking around the head, tentatively testing getting her lips around it. It was obvious from her actions that the thing both intrigued and terrified her.

"Hold on kid, I got a better idea," he said as he pushed her back so his head popped from her mouth. He brought out a bottle of baby oil and dribbled a healthy slick of it onto Jill's heaving chest. Lifting his heavy cock he let it flop against her sternum with a wet slap. He grabbed her soft, pale breasts, pushed them together around his shaft and began tit-fucking her slowly. Jill used the break from having her mouth full of cock to catch up on her breathing. Her chest rose and fell with her labored breaths as she gazed down with fevered interest at the huge oily cock pumping between her boobs.

"You like that?" asked Roger.

"Yeah," said Jill, looking up at him with a cute, mischievous smile.

"Well, you'll like this next bit even more," He said with a smile. Looking up he said, "Come on boys, let's get her up on the table."

"Hold on a minute, you can't fuck her with that monster of yours!" complained Joel. "I mean, you can't go first anyway."

"Of course not. I just want to eat her pussy before we move onto that. Fresh young quim is a rare delicacy for me these days."

Jill looked up at Roger, startled. She squirmed excitedly as several sets of hands lifted her off her ottoman and laid her face up on the dining room table. Roger stepped up and pulled her legs open. Standing between her thighs and looking down at her, he rubbed his bristly beard and mustache and laughed. "That's right girlie, you're in for a real treat." 

He lowered his face to her pussy and began to sup. His tongue delved and slipped between her labia and flicked and circled her clit as the bristles of his mustache and beard teased and tickled the extraordinarily sensitive flesh of her pussy. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went blank as hitherto unknown levels of pleasure visibly pulsed through her. The other men gathered around and attempted to get her interested in stroking their members with her idle hands or suck their balls with her upturned mouth, but her attention was too fixated on her first experience with cunnilingis to be much help.

James brought the baby oil over and sprayed more of it on her tits and several of the guys amused themselves with the slick feel of her pale, soft skin sliding beneath their fingers as she writhed in pleasure beneath them. She began to cry out little gulps of delight which evolved into deep moans and finally high-pitched screams of ecstasy as Roger brought her to climax. When he stood his mustache and beard were soaked. Jill lay panting uncontrollably, her body flushed a bright pink and shining under a thick layer of oil and sweat. She looked quite fuckable.

"Dibs!" shouted Ernie.

"No fucking way, dude," said Martin. "I found her, I'm doing her first." Jill looked up and her eyes met his. A hot, hungry look passed between them.

Martin stepped between Jill's thighs. He looked down at Jill's pussy: open, wet and ready. He let his erection lay against it as he looked down into Jill's upturned face. He thought of her stories, so many of them had a scene like this: a young girl, surrounded by horny men, waiting to be violated. There was one detail that was not quite right. Eager to give Jill exactly what she wanted he turned to his companions and told them: "grab her legs and arms. Hold her down. Stretch her out."

Jill squirmed as they took her limbs in their hands and restrained her and pulled her body tight. Martin played with her pussy with his erection for a little bit, dragging it through the silky slime of her sex and slapping her clit. Finally he lined his glans up with her gates of pleasure and eased forward. Jill's breath caught in her throat as she felt his head disappear inside her.

***

It's happening! thought Jill. All the hopeless waiting, all the wretched attempts to get boys to talk to or even notice her, all the frustrated masturbation, all the overheated fantasies, it had all led to this. She moaned aloud as she felt Professor Demarest's manhood sink into her body.

It's happening! I'm It's finally, finally happening!

***

Martin eased himself inside Jill. The men looked down and watched her muscles constrict under soft, pale skin as his cock sunk into her inch after inch. When he came to rest with his cock buried fully inside her, the girl finally allowed herself a panting breath. He swiveled his hips, stirring up her insides with his shaft, and her back arched luridly over the table.

He began fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. She whimpered and cooed as he filled her. He reached out to play with her nipples and tug on her tits as they shook and gyrated under his movement. She began to moan. He slipped a hand down her lower abdomen to where his thumb could brush across her clit on each of his thrusts. She cried out. "Ohhhh... yeeeessss..." and groaned as he picked up the pace, slamming into her now as she bucked back against him. The men holding her limbs in their oily hands hung on for dear life. They all watched as her pale skin bloomed in pink again and her body began to shake. Martin could feel her pussy begin to clamp around his shaft as she came yet again. it was too much. He pitched forward at the waist as he began pumping his last four day's backlog of sperm into her young body. He didn't stop pumping until he felt he'd been milked dry. When he stepped back and his limp prick fell free, a viscous flow of sperm gushed from her gaping hole and slid down along her ass crack.

"Shit man, you filled her up," said Joel.

"Yuck. Messy," said Ernie with a frown.

***

Jill felt Professor Demarest's essence leaking from her. She imagined his sperm in her womb, searching even now to ruin her life as her mother's had been ruined. She'd need to go to the college health office tomorrow and get one of those morning-after pills. Or maybe she'd just take her chances; the idea of risking her life on the crap-shoot now going on inside her uterus gave her a weird, uneasy thrill.

***

"Sorry about the sloppy seconds," said Martin, not actually sounding - or feeling - particularly sorry.

"You buncha pussies," said Roger as he got between Jill's thighs again. "What the hell were you expecting?" he lined up is cock and ran it into her down to his balls in one wicked push.

"Aiiiie!" squealed Jill as the helmet of his cock slammed against her cervix. "Too deep. Too deep!"




Nerd Girl at Faculty Stag Night



"Easy child, that's just the preliminary." Roger pulled his cock from her. Wet with her juice and thick clotted strands of Martin's semen, it glistened and stank as he brought to her face. As he held it over her a thick dollop of cum dripped onto the center of the right lens of her glasses. "Clean it up, slut," he said.

***

Jill looked up at the thing and her heart beat quickened as her stomach lurched wildly. Hesitantly, she extended her tongue and ran it up the filthy underside of Roger's big, dirty dick. She had tasted herself on some of her dildos before, when she was in the depths of a late-night masturbatory fantasies, and she'd gotten a taste of semen from all the precum that had leaked into her mouth mere minutes ago, but this was different, so very different. The comingled musk of her and Professor Demarest's cum was like a drug. She hummed hungrily as she lapped it up and supped it down. As she was doing this, someone stepped between her thighs and pushed his cock deep inside her and her groans of approval rose in intensity.

"This bitch is so fucking hot for cock," she heard one of them - she couldn't tell which - say as he pumped her lustily. There was a murmur of agreement.

The cock clean, Jill did her best to fellate Roger. But he pushed her head away and pulled his cock from her mouth. "No, girlie, I have other plans for you." 

Moving over and straddling her head so his balls hung right in her face, he dropped his huge erection between her well-oiled breasts with a sharp splat. Pushing them together around his shaft, he began tit-fucking her again.

"Yes, I do enjoy a good tit-fuck," said Roger as he worked his meat between her soft, pale mounds. "Lick my balls, my dear... and don't forget my taint... Yes that's the stuff. Holy shit, I'm not going to... ungh."

Roger stepped back and grasped his cock as a flood of jizz erupted onto Jill's trembling tits. She felt hot heavy gobs of it course down the sides of her boobs in fast flowing, viscous rivulets to hang from her flesh in thick, congealing strands. It felt gross. It felt awesome.

With Roger's balls out of her face she could see the short, ugly one - Ernie, they called him - between her thighs, slamming his cock into her. Their eyes met. "Hey, slut, I think I wanna blow my load on your pretty face," He said with a cruel grin. He pulled his cock from her and moved around the table. She obediently let her mouth drop open and waited for him.

"You mind if we flip her over?" asked Joel. He had stepped up for his turn, his firm cock in hand.

No one minded so Jill felt the hands that were pinning her arms and legs to the table release their grip and ease her onto her hands and knees back on the ottoman. Joel got behind her and slipped his prick in as Ernie grabbed two handfuls of her hair and began vigorously face fucking her. It wasn't long before Ernie took a step back and brandished his florid cock at her. She let her mouth drop open and closed her eyes, waiting for his flood. As he began gushing jets of pearly spunk into her mouth and across her face she felt Joel slip an oily finger into her sphincter.

"Unnngh," she moaned as he began to work her ass open. Strands of cum hung from her nose and jaw. She swallowed what was in her mouth.

James Basset stepped up to her face. "Ready for me again, beautiful?" He asked. She nodded and took his thick black cock into her mouth.

"Hey, Basset, I just gotta fuck this ass, you want a poke at her pussy?" said Joel as they pumped the girl's filthy, sweat slickened body from both ends.

"Hells yeah," said James.

Jill's stomach did a double-flip.

Dr Basset - James - backed up and sat on the couch. Jill was carried over and placed astraddle his lap. They wiped the congealed spunk from her face and tits with discarded tee-shirt and took her filthy glasses away. Blind now, Jill reached down and found Dr Basset's cock with her hand. It felt so wonderful as she tested his firmness in her fingers and slipped it back along her crease to her vag, where she let it penetrate her slowly, filling her trembling body with dusky flesh. She was terrified as Joel squatted down behind her, lined his shaft up with her ass and slowly pushed himself inside. It was horribly uncomfortable. She squealed a bit as her pelvis strained to contain them both and the tender barrier of skin between her vagina and rectum was pummeled between their pumping cocks. Her cries turned to wet gurgles as Kurt stepped up and shoved his prick into her gaping mouth.

Slowly, the pain started to dull, Jill closed her useless eyes and let herself be driven by the men pumping her in every hole. Soon her body began to rumble with a gathering storm of pleasure and she began to pump back, rocking her pelvis and bobbing her head along with the grinding rhythm they'd settled upon. The men spoke to each other as if she wasn't there, reporting on the wetness of her pussy, the tightness of her ass, the depth of her throat. They called her slut, whore, bitch, cunt. She grew wetter and wetter at the abuse. Finally she could hold back no longer and her body broke their mutual cadence to thrash wildly in the center of that knot of sweating, thrusting men. As her body clenched, Joel and James both lost their fight against their own orgasms and simultaneously began pumping their seed deep inside her. The wail of three simultaneous climaxes filled the room

Dr. Basset just came in me too! Oh god, what if I got pregnant now and had a black baby!?

They disengaged from each other; the men standing up, Jill sliding exhaustedly to the floor. She looked up at the surrounding ring of men but she could see precious little without her glasses. She smiled up at the blurry figures gazing down on her. She couldn't help it. A deep feeling of euphoria coursed through her body and mind. She didn't want it to end.

Then she spotted Kurt. He was still standing close. His cock was still hard. He was looking down at her, stroking himself thoughtfully.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

***

"Well Kurt," said Roger. "Answer the girl."

"And hurry up, I want to play some poker now," said Ernie.

"Shit, I thought we just poked 'er plenty," said James. Several groaned.

Martin said nothing. He just looked down at Jill spread out on Joel's threadbare rug. Her face was lively and eager, her body relaxed but ready. He felt his cock begin to stir again.

Kurt seemed to come to a decision. He shrugged, mumbled "fuck it" and ordered Jill to stick her legs in the air. He grabbed her feet and pulled them to his mouth. He began kissing and sucking her toes.

"Holy shit, you have beautiful feet... I bet you never wear heels," he moaned as he slipped his tongue between her toes and kissed along the sole of her feet. Jill squirmed considerably, obviously she was a bit ticklish.

Finally he placed her feet in front of him, sole to sole, grabbed the bottle of baby oil and poured on a heavy helping. It dripped from her heels and ran in thick flows down her legs. He then slid his cock between her soles and began to pump lustily, yelping with a whimpering grunt on each thrust. It wasn't a minute before he groaned and began raining cum down on Jill's prone body. Her eyes were wide with surprise.

The other guys exchanged a few odd glances during all this.

"Jeez, Kurt. I would not have pegged you for the kinky one," said Roger as Kurt let go of Jill's feet and stood back.

Kurt shrugged. "Whatever," he said as he walked naked into the kitchen to get a beer.

***

For Jill, the time just after her first gangbang would always be the highlight of that particular night. 

Martin swooped down to help her up off the floor and escort her to the bathroom. "I'm going to help Jill clean up," he told his colleagues as he shut the door behind them, not waiting for a response.

He started the shower and took a few seconds to get the temperature right. He invited Jill in and stepped in behind her. Their arms interlaced as they began to wash each other thoroughly and eagerly. They embraced. Under the hot water, their lips met. They kissed. It was Jill's first.

They kissed a long time. It had never occurred to Jill - a sexual autodidact via copious porn consumption - that a kiss could be as thrilling as a fuck. But as their lips mashed and slipped together and their tongues probed and pried at each other she realized how little she'd really learned by mere watching. Martin had more to teach her than mere English composition and she was eager to learn.

As they kissed she let her hand stray down and test Martin's manhood. It was growing firm again. Their eyes met as she held his shaft. He pulled her closer. Soon the sounds of their lovemaking was echoing around the shower and the repeated slamming of her body against the tile was disturbing the poker game on the other side of the less-than-soundproof wall.

On the other side of the wall, Roger put down the cards he was shuffling and shot a wry look at groans, cries and thumps coming from the bathroom. "And to think, I'd thought that guy was such a total pussy," he said and began dealing.

***

It was really over now. They were saying their goodbyes. The guys seemed like they were feeling a little freaked out about what they'd all done in front of each other and they acted all awkward and weird as they thanked her and asked if she'd be OK walking home. Jill's legs were rubbery and her body exhausted and more than a little sore, but she assured them she'd be fine. It wasn't far. The neighborhood was safe.

They followed her out into the night. On the porch she gave each a chaste little peck on the mouth before turning and slouching exhaustedly toward the sidewalk. When she got halfway down the walk she stopped and turned.

"Oh, hey, I was wondering... is next week's party going to be here as well?" she asked.

They guys looked at each other. The faculty stag was a once-a-semester event. Or, rather, it had been, until just now. Their faces broke out in horny smiles as they answered in the affirmative, six voices speaking as one.

***

Thus concludes my tale. Thanks for reading. As always, comments, complaints, suggestions, threats, praise, damnation, accolades and opprobrium are all welcomed and encouraged.



Nerd Lust



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. 

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In spite of the black clothes she always wore when Hugh's band was playing, it was still pretty obvious that Sandy was a nerd. Maybe it was the glasses or the hairstyle or maybe it was just that, since I was definitely a nerd too, I could identify other nerds. As birds of a feather, we hit it off immediately. Of course, I was flirting like crazy but I think initially she was trying to make a move on PJ, the drummer in the band. I was used to not being the first choice, though, so I just hung in there until the time was right. For a nerd, I did all right with the ladies basically because I knew my limitations and didn't put too much effort into pursuing somebody who was obviously out of my league. Sandy definitely was in my league and the nice thing was that she was actually very cute behind her big, not-so-fashionable glasses and her body was quite nice.

I watched how PJ reacted around her and got the sense that he was torn about wanting to hit that body but not wanting to get any more involved than that. Very shallow, yes, but we nerds were accustomed to that. To Sandy's credit, she wasn't trying to use her body to win him over. While her black jeans were snug enough to show off her sweet ass, she wasn't wearing anything that was revealing. She was really just trying to engage him with her personality, which instead was winning me over the more time I spent around her.

Sandy knew Hugh from work but, by coming to see his shows, she got to know the rest of us, who mostly knew each other going back to high school. Hugh wasn't the only one who had a band and, when Les' band started playing more gigs, we'd go to see them, too. We started encouraging Sandy to show up for Les' shows, too, since she knew him as well as she knew the rest of us, except maybe for Hugh. One Saturday night when they were playing at The Exchange she finally showed up. Of course I was stoked for another opportunity to flirt with her but, while she was as friendly with me as usual, she seemed a little distracted. I overheard a conversation between her and Linda later that night that explained it.

"So, what's going on with you and PJ?" Linda asked.

"Nothing, unfortunately," Sandy replied, "I'm getting all kinds of mixed signals and I'm ready to just give up."

"Well, you've got a lot to offer," Linda said, "if he can't see it, he doesn't deserve you."

"Thanks," Sandy replied, "He said he was going to be here tonight but I'm starting to wonder. If he doesn't show up after telling me he would, I'm done with him."

"As well you should be," Linda said, "Don't waste your time with him if he can't appreciate you and he can't show you some respect."

Of course I was immediately hoping that PJ had no intention of showing up, not because I wanted Sandy to be hurt but because I knew it would work in my favor. I didn't flirt any more than usual but really made an effort to keep a smile on her face. I hoped at some point that a light bulb might go on over her head and she'd realize that I was a better fit for her than PJ was. He never did end up showing up, which was too bad because Les and his band put on a great show. This probably helped Sandy a bit because at least it distracted her for a while. There weren't many people who weren't on their feet during their sets, including me, so when they finally closed out their final set, I plopped down at a table with a cold beer in front of me. I was definitely pleased when Sandy joined me and she had a big smile on her face.

"Those guys killed it," Sandy said, "Can I have a sip of your beer? I'm dying."

"Help yourself," I said, "You're not drinking?"

"Not anymore," she replied, "I've got a long drive home ahead of me."

"Speaking of which," I said, fully aware of an opportunity opening up for me, "I need to make sure I've got a ride home."

"You didn't drive?" she asked.

"No, I bummed a ride," I told her, "I just have to make sure I've still got a ride home."

"Oh, I can give you a ride," she said, "I've got plenty of room since it is just me."

"Sweet," I replied, "I appreciate it."

Linda and Chris joined us at the table right about that time so there was no further discussion at that moment. We hung out for a while longer with Les and his bandmates joining us for a while before they needed to start packing up their equipment. When Sandy asked me if I was ready to go, I had been for a while but knew I needed to be patient. We said good-bye and no one seemed surprised that we were leaving together but no one asked for more details, either. We jumped in her car and I navigated her from the bar to my place, which was about a 10-15 minute trip. I was thinking that I might have a good shot at the very least of getting a good-night kiss but was definitely hoping for more and I thought I knew how to make it happen.

"Perfect, a free spot right out front," I said as we pulled down my street. She pulled up to the curb in front of the two-family home where Rob and I rented the upstairs apartment.

"This is pretty cool," she said, "Do you own it?"

"No," I replied, "Rob and I just rent the upstairs. You want to come up and see it?"

"I've actually got a pretty long drive ahead of me still," she said, though she did seem disappointed. I knew that it was now or never.

"Well...you know...Rob's out of town for the weekend," I said, treading very carefully, "but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you crashed in his room. It is late and it has been a long night."

She thought about it for a minute or two and I forced myself not to try to convince her to stay so she didn't question my motives. I didn't know if she was internally debating driving home versus staying or whether it was more about the potential of what could happen with the two of us alone in my apartment. Whatever her subconscious was telling her, I had no complaints about her final decision.

"You know what?" she said, "You're right. I can drive home tomorrow when it's light and I'm more awake. You're sure you don't mind?"

I couldn't possibly have minded less but I couldn't let her know that.

"Well, unless you snore," I replied, "then you can just drive your ass on home."

"Fuck you," she said, laughing and giving me a shove. I sure hoped so. She shut off her car and we headed inside, then I locked the front door behind us and led her upstairs. I gave her the quick, twenty-five cent tour, showing her where Rob's room was and the bathroom, followed by the kitchen and our small living room at the front of the house.

"So, what's back there?" she asked as we stood in the hallway outside Rob's bedroom.

"My room and a spare room," I replied, "You want to see?"

"Of course," she said, "I want the full tour."

Heading down the hall past the head of the stairs, of course I showed her the spare room first.

"There's a futon there if you think that would be more comfortable," I said.

"That doesn't even look remotely comfortable," she replied, "but thanks."

Finally, I led her into my room, which was an odd L-shape. Right inside the door was my desk and weight bench and, around the corner, my bed, dresser, bookshelf and a chair.

"This is a pretty cool set-up," she said, "Maybe I could just stay in here with you."

Before I had a chance to reply with a hearty "Hell yes!" she was in my arms and we were kissing. The kissing quickly progressed to passionately making out as my hands dropped to her ass, squeezing it as I pulled her against me. Since she had essentially just said she was interested in going to bed with me, and since it was quite late, it seemed like this was the kind of situation where taking things slowly was not really the appropriate course. I ended up bringing my hands up between us to start opening her jeans, figuring I'd like to get them off and eat her pussy. This way, I knew she'd get at least one orgasm if I ended up blowing my load as soon as I slipped my cock into her. She didn't resist and we separated slightly while continuing to make out passionately. Rather than immediately starting to slide her jeans down, I slipped a hand into them once they were open, running a fingertip along her pussy through her panties. She moaned into my mouth and I could feel the heat and moisture emanating through her panties so I went ahead and slipped my hand into them.

Her bush seemed well-groomed as my fingers passed through it but, as my fingers passed over her clit, she pulled her mouth from mine to let out a moan. We went back to making out for the moment as I slipped a finger between her lips and found her about overflowing with lubrication. Still standing, I started alternating between fingering her pussy, which was not all that easy inside her jeans and panties, and lightly caressing her clit, which was much easier and seemed to have more of an effect on her. By the time I decided to focus strictly on her clit, she'd pulled her mouth from mine and was pressing her face into my neck, moaning nearly continuously. I didn't know whether I had made her so horny or if she was just so frustrated by PJ or if she was just typically horny, but I was certainly happy for the opportunity to provide her some relief and satisfaction. Not only did I have no doubt that I would be able to get her there, but I still planned to take her jeans and panties down after she'd cum and eat her to at least another orgasm.

Her hips were rocking toward my hand as I continued stroking her clit while her breathing rate picked up along with the intensity of her moaning. Meanwhile, my cock was rock hard within the constraints of my own jeans and, though I was certain she'd be assisting me in achieving my own orgasm, I was definitely completely focused on her for the moment. I could feel her starting to tense up as she was gripping me tighter but, when the tension suddenly left her body, she let out a cry and I could feel her trembling against me. I continued to stroke her clit as she was cumming, only slipping my hand from her panties once I was certain that she'd finished.

"Thank you, that was incredible," she said before kissing me hard again. I turned her so that her back was to my bed then pulled my lips from hers and dropped to my knees. I was glad that she didn't try to stop me or suggest that it wasn't necessary as I started to slide her jeans down. I had to help her out of her boots but I was actually looking at her black bikini panties as I did, thinking that she couldn't have picked out a better pair in my opinion, even if she'd known I'd be seeing them. With her boots off, her jeans quickly followed and I ran my hands along her thighs toward her panties before reaching around to squeeze her ass. When I started sliding her panties down, my hands went over her bare ass but my gaze was on her brown bush as it was revealed. It was quite well-groomed and my cock throbbed as I stared at it while sliding her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and I dropped them unceremoniously to the floor as she sat on the edge of my bed and spread her legs.

My attention was on her trim bush as I started to kiss my way toward it along her soft, smooth inner thighs and she reclined, supporting herself on her elbows. When I reached her pussy, I kissed my way around it before running my tongue up along her slit, tasting all of the pungent juices that were flowing. She moaned and flopped completely backwards, reaching for my head and holding it in place, as though I might change my mind and decide to go for a walk. I slurped up her juices, making her moan even louder, then slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy while directing my tonguing toward her clit. She continued moaning and started rocking her hips toward my face and, as I considered how wet and snug her pussy was around my finger, I wondered if a second orgasm would be even easier for her to achieve than the first one had been. I didn't necessarily want to give her a quick orgasm and, in fact, would have been quite content to spend as much time as necessary or even more with my face between her thighs. It just crossed my mind that, since I'd just managed to get her to cum, she could still be on a high and have a shorter trip to the next orgasm.

I could feel her already snug pussy feeling even more so as it became more engorged and, when I started to suck her clit as well as licking it, she was moaning even louder. I glanced up but I couldn't really get a look at her face since she was fully reclined. I did note that, as she was reaching down to hold onto my head, she was squeezing her tits together making them look bigger. I was anxious to get her fully naked, to see and fondle her tits and, of course, to fuck her but, as much as I intended to savor all of that, I was also savoring the opportunity to have my face between her thighs, tasting her pussy. At the same point, I was not trying to draw out her pleasure while denying her a climax just so that I could spend more time down there pleasuring her. Consequently, as she started tensing up again while approaching the verge of another orgasm, I was definitely pleased to be able to have that effect on her.

She had a tight grip on my head as her entire body was nearly rigid right before she let out a cry and all of the tension suddenly left her body. She started shaking as she was cumming, letting out the occasional gasp, and clearly experiencing a high degree of pleasure. I continued licking, sucking and fingering her as she was cumming, raising my head only once I was certain that she'd finished. As she let out a long, content-sounding sigh, I slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth.

"I can't remember the last time I came that hard," she finally confessed, "if I ever actually have at all. I'm so glad you invited me up but I feel like you've been completely neglected."

She sat up and started to pull my shirt over my head as I reached for the buttons on her blouse and got it opened. Her bra was black, too, and I ran my hands over the cups, feeling her hard nipples pressing outward. Because I was still on my knees, she couldn't reach my jeans so she slipped out of her blouse then reached back to unfasten her bra. I slipped it down her arms while watching as her bare tits were revealed. Her areolas were larger than I was expecting for the size of her tits and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. I caressed them then leaned in to briefly lick and suck her nipples before standing so I could finally get out of my jeans. She unfastened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans then started to work them down. My briefs were tented out so she caressed the bulge before sliding them down as well.

When my cock sprung out, she took it in her hand, pumped it a couple of times then licked it. I didn't want to cum in her mouth, at least not yet, so I was trying to get my jeans the rest of the way down so that I could join her on the bed. She finally helped me out and, as I kicked my jeans and underwear aside, I was reaching for the drawer in my nightstand where I kept condoms. I grabbed a strip and tore one off, handing it to her as she reached for it, then crawled onto the bed with her and lay on my back. She rolled the condom onto my throbbing cock then got up onto her knees and straddled me, reaching for my cock to guide it to her pussy. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto it and, as she sat there for a moment, I reached for her tits and started fondling them again. She started to move slowly up and down on my cock, breathing heavily as she did and I could understand why if it felt as good for her as it did for me. Even through the condom her pussy felt incredibly hot and incredibly slippery. The fact that she was quite snug certainly didn't hurt, either.

As I played with Sandy's tits, my eyes were roaming all over her naked body since I'd been eager for an opportunity to see it for quite a while. I was pretty certain that this wasn't going to be my only opportunity so it was more about being in awe that the opportunity had finally arrived. I was aware that I had yet to gaze upon her naked ass but I suspected that it was now just a matter of time. When she went from sitting straight up and humping my cock to leaning forward, with a hand on each side of my head, and rocking forward and back on it, her tits ended up almost right in my face. I went from caressing her hard nipples to licking and sucking them while running my hands around to caress her bare ass. The question about whether she would cum more easily after having cum already came to mind again as she started riding me harder, causing her titties to swing. I started pushing up to meet her each time she pushed herself backwards onto my cock, giving her the maximum penetration that I could.

As she continued riding me hard, not only were her moans getting louder, but my bed was beginning to make some noise as well. I knew it was assembled solidly so I wasn't worried about it breaking on us but I was glad that we were over the downstairs neighbors' kitchen, not their bedroom. Although I was certainly feeling a considerable level of pleasure despite wearing the condom, I did suspect that it allowed me to last longer than I normally would have expected to. This was beneficial to Sandy in that she was able to reach another orgasm, which I felt was also beneficial to me because, the more she came, the more likely it was that I'd end up naked with her again. I was feeling my orgasm building and was certainly relishing the pleasure when she slammed backwards on my cock and just sat there. Her body started trembling as she let out a cry and, though I was happy that I'd made her cum again, I was ready to cum myself by that point.

"You're amazing," she gasped when she'd finally finished cumming, "but I still feel a little selfish, so I am going to make you cum now."

She started moving backwards, my cock slipping out of her, and positioned herself between my legs. She slipped the condom off and tossed it aside then briefly pumped my cock before wrapping her lips around it. I grabbed my pillows and wedged them under my head so that I could watch her sucking my cock and it just occurred to me at that moment that she was still wearing her glasses. I moaned as she slid her mouth up and down my tool while pumping the base, which felt incredible, but the fact that she was still wearing her glasses was for some reason additionally arousing to me. She clearly had some talent when it came to cocksucking because she had my orgasm building very quickly from the moment she'd engulfed my cock within her mouth. I was savoring both the building pleasure and the visual of my cock disappearing repeatedly into her mouth and knew that it was not going to take very long before I was blowing my load.

I tried to remain completely relaxed and leave her in total control since she was doing such an outstanding job of sucking my cock. There were times I had to will the tension to leave my body as I got closer to cumming but the pleasure I was feeling was pretty amazing and heightened by the fact that it was actually Sandy. The only time she paused briefly, she continued to pump my cock in her hand as she licked my balls. When she took my cock into her mouth again, I was about done. I felt it swell even more as the pleasure reached unprecedented levels then I started spurting into her mouth with a grunt. She not only didn't hesitate, she swallowed my load while continuing to skillfully suck my cock. It was only after I was fully spent and starting to soften that she let my cock fall from her mouth and crawled up beside me. She snuggled her naked body up against me.




Nerd Lust



"That was outstanding," I told her.

"Yeah, but I'm still ahead, three to one," she murmured, "I've got some catching up to do."

I don't know who fell asleep first but when I woke a little while later, the light was still on and we weren't under the covers. I remedied both before snuggling up against her again and falling back to sleep. The next time I woke up it was because I felt my cock being stimulated once again and, when I opened my eyes, Sandy was kneeling beside me, sucking me off again. Because of how she was positioned, it made sense to pull her over toward me until her pussy was over my face. Light was just starting to creep in around the window shades, so I could see her trim bush overhead, just not all that well. I didn't have any trouble finding her slit when I stuck my tongue out to start licking it and she moaned as I slurped up her juices, which were either still or already flowing. I reached up and ran my hands over her ass, happy once again for the opportunity to finally do that after so many nights of admiring it in her tight, black jeans.

She was demonstrating that the previous night's blowjob was no fluke and that her talents were significant. She was very focused on providing me pleasure and it didn't take long before I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. When I slipped a finger into her and started to lick and suck her clit, she moaned and I suspected that, focused or not, it wouldn't require too much effort to make her cum again. While I was savoring the pleasure I was feeling, I was attempting to provide an equal level of pleasure. Based on how her pussy was feeling even wetter and more engorged, I definitely felt like I was accomplishing that goal. I presumed that her orgasm was building just as mine was so I continued what I was doing while relishing the build-up. I'm not sure whether it was because she was so focused my pleasure or because she was so good at sucking cock, but I ended up cumming first.

While I was pushing her closer to an orgasm, I felt my cock swelling even more as I approached the verge of cumming. I let my head drop back momentarily while continuing to slide my finger in and out of her pussy, just savoring the intense pleasure right up until I started shooting my load into her mouth. Again, she never even hesitated as she swallowed my load and continued to suck me off. I moaned as I continued to spurt into her mouth but, once I was spent, I was back to attacking her clit with my tongue. When she let my cock fall from her mouth, it was in part because she was getting close to cumming and apparently needed to let out a few lengthy moans of her own. I licked and sucked her clit with renewed vigor and her reaction indicated that she was fully focused on her own pleasure at that point. I could feel her body tensing up and, after letting out a gasp, she started shaking. I continued to eat and finger her, hoping that would extend her orgasm but, when she went still and let out a sigh, I let my head drop.

She climbed off of me and slipped back under the covers and into my arms. We dozed for a bit longer since we'd been up so late but, eventually, the sun became too bright to continue sleeping. I wasn't expecting Rob to be home until late that evening, so we had the entire day to spend together naked. She called her roommate to let her know where she was then we showered and had sex in the bathroom, ate breakfast and had sex in the kitchen and had more sex in my bedroom. By the time she was dressed and heading out the door late that afternoon, I think we were both walking a little bowlegged.

Because she lived pretty far away, we knew we wouldn't be able to see each other every night but we made plans to meet for lunch the following Tuesday. It turned out that we didn't work that far away from each other so we found a place that was pretty close to a midpoint between our offices. I was waiting outside the restaurant when she arrived and, since I recognized her car, I watched as she parked on the far end of the parking lot, away from everybody else. She stepped out of her car and came around it, making me horny for her all over again. She was wearing a light, fairly short but still conservative dress with a cardigan over it and I was immediately thinking about lifting that dress up to see what she was wearing under it. Based on where she'd parked, I assumed there was a pretty good chance of that happening.

She gave me a huge smile as she hurried over toward me, her tits bouncing, then was in my arms. Of course my hand dropped down to her ass, confirming that she did have panties on, and we shared a quick, passionate kiss. Before I started pitching a tent in my khakis, we headed inside and got a table. We did have a very nice lunch together and great conversation, further confirming how well-suited we were for each other. Once we were done, however, we were both on the same page as I walked her back to her car.

"Are you in a hurry to get back to work?" she asked, unlocking her car.

"Not even remotely," I replied, "In fact, I saved a little room for dessert. Got anything in your car that I can eat?"

"I will in a second," she confirmed and we slipped casually into her backseat. We started making out as I slipped my hand up under her dress and she spread her legs. I caressed the front of her panties momentarily before pushing the hem of her dress up around her waist and sliding her panties down. She leaned back against the opposite door and brought one foot up onto the seat as I lowered my head and kissed her inner thighs. I gave her trim, brown bush a quick glance before running my tongue up her slit, causing her to moan and grip my head. Her nectar was definitely flowing, so I started out lapping it up before easing a finger into her. As I was pumping it slowly in and out, I was licking and sucking her clit, making her moan even more. Since we'd spent nearly all of Sunday indulging in each other's bodies, I was sure that she'd be okay with a quick and intense orgasm, given where we currently were. As such, I was focused on bringing her a great deal of pleasure in a short period of time.

She was humping her pussy toward my face while holding my head in place as I felt her pussy becoming even wetter and more engorged almost immediately. I'd figured out pretty quickly that she had no issues with being able to cum though she was claiming that she had never cum so easily with anyone else. Whether that was accurate or not, I had gained a pretty good sense of what worked best for her, both to make her cum quickly and to draw out her pleasure. With the anticipation of our lunch having her worked up to a certain point before I even got her panties off, I knew she was going to cum quickly and intensely with a bit of well-choreographed stimulation.

She started tensing up right before letting out a groan and beginning to shake as she came. I continued devouring her hot pussy, wanting to give her as much pleasure as I could. I raised my head only once she'd gone completely still and had let out a sigh. Straightening up, I slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth as I admired her trim bush with the hem of her dress still up around her waist. She didn't spend much time recovering and was quickly sitting up and opening my slacks. I pulled out my wallet and extracted the condom I put inside it that morning as she pushed my slacks and underwear down. I was rolling the condom over my shaft as she swung her leg over me, her dress momentarily covering her pussy until she reached down to guide my cock to her pussy. I watched as she lowered herself onto it then she let her dress drop again and reached for the back of the seat behind my head. She brought her lips to mine and we went back to making out. I held her waist as she started to slowly ride my cock but soon brought my hands around to fondle her tits.

I contemplated unbuttoning her dress to free her tits but I figured the more clothing we opened or removed, the more risk we were taking out there in the parking lot. Instead, I reached around for her ass, which I knew was already bare, and caressed the soft, smooth flesh as it moved up and down. She tried to continue kissing me but was riding me pretty hard and fast right away so that wasn't working out too well. Instead, she pressed her face against my neck while I went ahead and started pushing up into her each time she dropped down on me. I didn't know whether this would help her cum faster and harder but I knew that it couldn't hurt and it certainly felt good to me to fuck her as deeply as I could. Even through the condom, her pussy felt incredible and continued to feel even more so the longer she was riding me. I could feel my orgasm stirring and was fully expecting to cum inside the condom. When she slammed herself down on me and her body started shaking again, I started thinking otherwise, just based on the experience of Sunday.

Sure enough, when she'd apparently finished cumming, she climbed off of me and had me shift to one side of the back seat so that she could sit on the other. She slipped the condom off and pumped my shaft as she lowered her head toward it. I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed me and she started sliding her lips up and down my tool while pumping the base. I'd been close to cumming when she'd climbed off of my cock and it didn't take much of her skilled cocksucking before I was well on my way there again. She'd seemed surprised when I praised her abilities in getting me off orally and claimed to not have much experience but she must have been a natural then because she was that good. Of course this made her feel pretty good about sucking me off, so we both were in a winning situation. I could feel my cock growing thicker as I got closer to cumming but she never hesitated and continued bobbing her head up and down in my lap. Even when I started spurting into her mouth with a grunt, she swallowed my load as she continued to milk it out of me. She only let my cock fall from her mouth once I was fully spent.

She straightened up and looked around, determining that no one was around to care what we were up to in the back seat of her car. We both needed to get back to work so we pulled our clothes back on and slipped out of her car then chatted briefly before she got behind the wheel and drove away. I headed back to my own car and was soon on my way back to work. Now that we knew how long it took to drive, meet up, eat and have sex, we started planning more weekday get-togethers, some that involved lunch and some that strictly involved sex. We varied the locations so no one got suspicious and things were going quite well. Of course, we saw each other on the weekends for hours of sex together. We still went to see Hugh and Les and their respective bands then would head to my place whether Rob was there or not.

I'd told Sandy after our first few lunch meetings that I found her conservative work attire pretty sexy and that I thought she could pull off the same look when we went to see the bands but maybe with a pair of Doc Martens and a leather jacket instead of the cardigan. It was just a suggestion but she went with it and she looked so hot that I almost dragged her out to the parking lot and fucked her bent over her car. Of course, I wasn't trying to change her and she gave me a few recommendations that she thought would make me even sexier, too, which I didn't take offense to and anxiously implemented. Anything that made her want to fuck me even more, if that was even possible, I was absolutely willing to do. We even went out and picked new glasses for each other.

Although she trusted my suggestions, and knew that I wasn't trying to make her into something she wasn't, I think when PJ came sniffing around again she realized that a few minor modifications had a major impact. Of course, she told him she was involved with somebody who kept her more sexually satisfied than she'd ever been before. Great for my ego but terrible for his. Oh well...



Nerd Sex



Dave Haverchuck was a pretty normal guy, at age 28 he looked normal weighing in at 185 lbs at 6'2". He was single but not because he had to be, he had dated a lot but had decided it was easier to have one-night stand type relationships. He had a normal job as a video game programmer, to all who saw him he seemed pretty boring. But that didn't last long, three years after getting his job at EA he made a prototype for a game he'd been thinking of since college. When he submitted it, it went over extremely well. The heads decided they wanted to start development immediately and hired a few big name stars to voice the main characters. Not long after, the game was released and it was a smash hit gaining all previously set records in sales. After the games huge success Dave found himself being called for interviews and being headhunted by all the large game publishers.

Dave was able to essentially name the price for his new job, but they wanted him to move across the country from his home in New York to a new place in San Diego. Dave decided it was worth it for the amount of money he would be receiving and the warmer weather he would be experiencing in California. So with his mind made up Dave moved out West to San Diego in hopes he could repeat the success of his last game. When he arrived in San Diego he discovered that the house the company had bought for him to move into was far superior to the apartment he had in New York. He got all of his belongings out of the moving van and once unpacked realized he didn't have nearly enough things to fill his new house. 

Dave went to bed for the first time in his new empty house and was out instantly after his long day. Dave woke up the next day at noon in his new home for the first time. During his shower Dave decided to use the first day of his settling in week to head down to Ikea and get some new furniture. He realized he didn't know where anything was in San Diego. His immediate reaction was to look it up on Google maps, but was disappointed when he remembered he didn't get his Internet hooked up for another week. So he called the number the man he had met once he arrived in San Diego had given him. It rang three times then a woman with a very soft voice answered.

"Hello?" said the woman.

"Hi, is this Emily? The Human Resources guy told me too call you if I had any questions." Dave responded.

"Oh. Ah, yeah this is Emily, I assume your David?" Emily sounded like she was caught off guard by Dave's call.

"Yeah, I was wondering does San Diego have an Ikea?" Dave said feeling as though he may have interrupted something.

"Um, yes it's on..."Emily paused for second realizing Dave knew none of the street names. "You know what, no matter what I tell you you'll likely get lost." Dave had to laugh a little about that one. He hadn't thought about that. "Why don't you just look it up on Google?" Emily asked in hopes of not having to go out and show the new guy around.

Dave responded with, "I don't have any Internet here at my place and it doesn't get installed 'til next week."

"Well I guess I'll have to just drive you there myself." Emily said finally giving in and offering him a ride in her new truck.

"I think that will work fine. Do you have a van or a truck or something with enough space for some furniture?" Dave asked hoping he didn't have to pay to have whatever he bought delivered.

"I bought a truck last week it should be able to carry whatever furniture you decide to get."

"Okay sounds good. You know my address, come over whenever you're ready"

"See you in a few minutes." with that Emily hung up the phone and started getting ready to pick up the new guy.

At Dave's place, Dave was excited because he was going to meet his first San Diego lady. His excitement was amplified by the fact that she sounded really hot. Dave had been in a bit of a sexual slump since his game came out he was just way too busy to get any "company". Dave was hoping this Emily was as hot as she sounded and that she's single. Dave went back upstairs and got dressed, a few minutes later Emily showed up at his door. When he answered he saw she was almost exactly what he hoped she'd look like. Emily was 29 years old around, she was 5' 10" tall, and she had shoulder length naturally red hair and bright green eyes. She had c-cup tits and a perfect ass. Emily knew how to show off her assets as she wore a tight dark blue dress that ended just a few inches down from her ass.

"Hey I'm Emily. Are you ready to go now?" Emily said shortly after Dave opened the door.

"Yeah I'm ready." With that Dave slipped on his shoes and made his way out to Emily's truck.

The whole way from Dave's house to Ikea Dave peppered Emily with questions about San Diego and the company they both worked for. Emily answered every one of his questions. Then Dave began asking more personal questions like "How long have you lived in San Diego?" and he finally asked her if she was seeing anybody. Emily hesitated for a moment and decided to answer his question "Nope." Was all she said with a little smile forming in the corner of her mouth. Dave found her simple answer hilarious as he had expected a long explanation of her last relationship but instead it was just the one word.

Once Dave finished laughing he decided he was done with his questions for now. They drove in silence for maybe a minute before they were at the Ikea. They went in and half an hour later came out hauling several large boxes, which contained strangely named Swedish furniture. With the help of one of the stronger employees they loaded all the boxes into Emily's truck and drove off back to Dave's.

When they arrived at Dave's place they unloaded all the boxes. Using a trolley Dave had gotten for moving some of his larger things they got all the boxes into the house. Dave asked Emily if she was willing to help him assemble his new Swedish furniture. She smiled and thought since she had nothing else going on she might as well help Dave out. She nodded and they got down to work. A few hours later and they had finished assembling the furniture. By now it was getting late and Emily had to get home before it got dark (She had a fear of driving in the dark alone).

They said their goodbyes and before Emily left Dave asked her, "Do you want to go out and get some lunch tomorrow?"

Emily was surprised by Dave's abrupt question, but she answered him anyway, "Uh, sure I'll come by and pick you up around eleven then I can show you my favorite lunch place."

Dave said it sounded great and Emily left to avoid being caught in the dark. Dave was enthused that he was able to get a date for only his third day in San Diego. Dave was pretty wiped from his busy day and fell asleep the minute he laid down. Dave had set his alarm for nine thirty so he would be able to get ready before Emily showed up. When his alarm went off Dave woke up and quickly got showered and dressed. He spent the next hour thinking about what he would talk about with Emily and hoped she was into the same things he was.

Emily showed up right on time, today Emily decided to wear a black blazer over a red silk blouse with a tight fitting skirt a little longer than the day before, today the end was almost at her knee. "Hey Dave, you ready for lunch?" Emily asked while smiling after Dave opened the door.

"Yeah I'm starving." Dave replied and they set off today they decided to take Dave's car because they weren't going to haul anything today. Dave had a rental car the company got for him, it was a silver 2009 Prius. They got in and Emily drove them to her favorite lunch spot. Dave had expected a fancy restaurant full of people dressed like Emily. But instead they rolled up at a chip truck near Qualcomm Stadium that served almost anything deepfryable. Emily asked Dave What he wanted and just said to get him whatever she was getting. 

Five minutes later Emily Came back with possibly the greatest sandwich Dave had ever seen. They began eating their masterpieces and started talking. "So what kind of things are you into?" Dave asked trying to get an idea if she was as nerdy as him. 

"Well when I'm not working I like to read and watch Television. I really enjoy just being able to relax and not worry about anything. What about You?" Emily answered between bites.

"I do that to, I probably don't read as much as you but I enjoy reading on occasion. What kinds of books do you read?" Dave answered glad they had similar hobbies.

"Well, you'll probably laugh at me but the last book I read was a Star Wars book." Emily responded embarrassed by her choice of literature.

Dave was thrilled his favorite thing in the world was Star Wars "Don't be embarrassed I like that you're a nerd like me. Which book did you read?" Dave asked hoping he had read the same one.

Emily was relieved that Dave liked her nerdiness "The last book I read was 'Shadows of Mindor' it was pretty good have you read that one?"

"Yeah it's pretty good Shadowspawn made a really good villain but someone should have killed him before he got away."

"Yeah I liked how they had all the good guys back together after the movies. That gravity gun they used on Luke's ship sounded insane."

"Which movie was your favorite?" Dave asked hoping she didn't say any movies from the prequel trilogy.

"My favorite would probably have to be 'Empire' it was just an all around awesome movie."

"That's my favorite too, it was a little darker and it had more memorable scenes than the other two." Dave responded, enthused they both liked the same movie.

That's when they locked eyes and kissed lightly at first not sure if the other person was really into it. But when they felt each other kissing back they really got into it. After a few minutes of making out they stopped and there was a brief silence before Dave asked, "Do you want to come back to my place for a drink?"

"Yes" Emily responded still a little short on breath.

They went back to Dave's and Dave made them both Rum and Cokes. They sat on the couch and sipped their drinks, Emily was the first one to break the silence this time. "What kind of music do you like?" Emily was hoping he liked old school rock n roll like her.

"Well I like a few different kinds of music I like heavy stuff and light stuff but my favorite will always be rock. My favorite band of all time is definitely The Who." Dave responded happy Emily was finally initiating the conversation.

"I feel the same way, The Who are so great my favorite album is definitely Tommy it was just so awesome." Emily said surprised at just how much the two of them had in common.

That's when Emily built up the courage to slide right up next to Dave and restart their make out session from earlier. Only this time Emily began taking off clothes. She took off her jacket and threw it on a nearby chair, never stopping her kissing Dave. Dave noticed Emily taking off her jacket and did the same himself, then they each undid the other's shirt and threw them on their chosen chairs. 

They stopped kissing for a moment when they each took off their bottoms and threw them on the piles they were making. That's when Dave looked down and saw the greatest sight of his life Emily was standing in front of him in only her bra and panties, which just so happened to be Batman themed. Emily Looked down and saw something as well not just the bulge building up, but the Joker themed boxers he had decided to wear. 

This made them both laugh uncontrollably, which was followed by a return to kissing. They made out for several minutes more then Dave went for his big move when he went behind her back and undid her bra. He thought maybe she'd react negatively but all she did was move her arms forward and slid off her bra. Dave froze for a second when he saw real life breasts for the first time in five months.

Emily decided to take advantage of the opportunity and removed David's boxers. She hadn't seen a real cock in almost four months and she thought she might be rusty. It wasn't long before she was sure she wasn't. She began stroking up and down Dave's length, after a few strokes Dave put his hand in her panties and started rubbing her clit. He noticed she had shaved almost all the hair off except for a tiny patch above her vagina.

Soon Emily spotted the precum slip out the head of Dave's dick and she leaned over and licked it up. Dave had an idea that he had wanted to try for a while. He slid Emily's panties the rest of the way off and laid down on his back and motioned for her to climb on top with her face on his cock and her pussy in his face. Dave alternated between sucking on her clit, sticking his tongue in her vagina and licking the whole thing. Emily wasn't ready for how good Dave was at oral, within three minutes she orgasmed. Dave Kept sucking as her juices leaked down on to his face. He could feel her shuddering and finally stopped to let her catch her breath. After a minute Dave felt Emily grab his cock and began giving her side of the sixty-nine. They laid there for several more minutes with Emily sucking and rubbing Dave's cock and Dave's system on Emily's Vagina, until they each orgasmed at almost the same time. With large bursts of sperm oozing from his cock into Emily's mouth, while a steady flow fell on Dave from her vagina.

Emily got up off of Dave, she stood up looked at him and wiped his cum that had slipped out of her mouth off her chin and slid her cum covered finger in her mouth. "That was awesome, I was hoping it would last a bit longer though" Dave said smiling up at Emily from his place on the couch.

"I usually don't do that on the first date, but I felt a real connection. We have the same taste in so many things. I have never met someone so similar to me." Emily said relieved that she finally got it off her chest. At that moment Dave stood up and went to Emily and kissed her holding her tightly. They then walked hand in hand up to Dave's room and fell asleep together.

The next morning Dave woke up first and very confidently walked down naked into his new kitchen and made some breakfast. Around a minute before the food was finished Emily walked down the stairs wearing Dave's robe. She saw Dave's choice in wardrobe and decided to join him. They ate their food and when finished Dave calmly stated, "I really stink, I need a shower. Will you join me?"

"I believe I will join you Mister Haverchuck." Emily said smiling at Dave across the table.

Dave and Emily walked over to the bathroom and occasionally each would sneak a look at the others "naughty bits". They got to the bathroom and Dave started up the shower, "After you madam" Dave said with a wide smile on his face. Emily stepped past him, gently brushing against his stiff boner and entered the warm water. She immediately rinsed herself down and began putting in the shampoo. Dave stepped into the shower and with a grin on his face said, "You didn't think this would just be a shower did you?"  

Emily rinsed out the shampoo and turned around, she looked down at Dave's erect cock and smiled back at him. They kissed hard again and started playing with each other. Emily turned back around and bent over so Dave had a full view of her ass and cunt, Dave stepped toward her and slowly slid his cock into her wet pussy. She held onto the showerhead as Dave rammed his stiff cock deep into her. She began moaning with each thrust of Dave's cock, she started tightening up flexing her vaginal muscles as an orgasm was approaching. She came and Dave stopped thrusting while Emily Writhed on his cock when she stopped she got down onto her knees and took Dave's cock into her mouth and worked it until a big glob of sperm came out and she swallowed. They both soaped themselves up and once they were all clean Dave shut off the water and they both stepped out and dried off. 

Emily got dressed and went home leaving her phone number so Dave could call later. Dave was very happy, he had sex for the first time in months and he was with someone almost like a female version of himself. At four o'clock Dave called Emily so they could setup their next date, they decided to go out for dinner later that night. Emily knew a place downtown and she was going to pick him up in her truck. Dave had dressed in a suit as Emily told him the place was kind of fancy. Emily showed up at six to take him out for only their second date. 

David opened the door and saw Emily and he became excited about the thought of what could happen later that night. He may have become a little too excited as he started tenting in the front of his pants. It wasn't long before Emily noticed the action downstairs, she saw him blush when he noticed she was looking. "We still have about forty minutes until we have to be at the restaurant," Emily said with a devious smile on her face.

David smiled back and led her into the house. Emily began kissing Dave while she unbuttoned his pants, they fell to the floor around his ankles and she sat him down on the couch. She removed his boxers and began sucking his cock she stroked up and down just long enough to get it hard. She stood up and slid her panties off from under her dress she turned around and backed up until her crotch was hovered just above Dave's hard cock. She slowly lowered herself down and began moaning lightly when the tip began penetrating. She slowly lowered until the whole thing was in, she began rising and lowering slowly at first but speeding up. 

Dave had seen a move while watching porn and decided to try it. He sat her down and lifted her legs straight up he began quickly thrusting his hard cock in her soaked cunt. He went fast and pounded Emily's soaking cunt, she quickly began moaning louder and David could hear the slapping each time his pelvis hit her ass. He kept thrusting and she had no choice but to sit there moaning as David's hard cock forced it's way in her hot cunt. Dave could feel his orgasm just about coming so he let Emily's legs down, she got down on her knees and started sucking his cock until a huge glob of cum flew into her mouth and she swallowed.

Emily Got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom. Dave was happy but was really hungry now. Emily came back out just as beautiful as when she arrived, they went out and got in Emily's truck. They made it to the restaurant and had their meal, they talked like the night before. They talked about their likes and dislikes, where they grew up (Emily was a San Diego native, Dave was from Yonkers) and then it came to relationships. 

Emily was the first one to share, she had had a few boyfriends in her life. She went out with her last one for eight months before she found out he was cheating on her. She broke up with him and spent almost four months alone. Now it was Dave's turn, Dave hadn't had many traditional girlfriends, his last one was in college. He told her about the length of one-night stands and then his break like hers.

They had so many things in common they were both a little shocked. She was happy David and her had shared so much that night and felt their relationship was really strengthening. They paid their bill and went out to Emily's truck, they drove to Emily's house this time. They arrived and it was getting dark, they went inside and they sat down on her couch. When they sat down Dave asked, "Before we met when was the last time you. Uh. Did 'it'?" starting a more intimate conversation than the one in the restaurant.

"Well, I broke up with my last boyfriend four months ago and we had sex for the last time a week before we broke up." Emily responded.

"Is there anything sexually that you would like me to do? Anything that you're a big fan of or something you've always wanted to try?"

"Well I would kind of like to try having complete control some time."

"How about you can control it tonight" This was perfect for David. He was still kind of tired from earlier in the evening so he decided to lie down and let Emily do the work. He took off his clothes and lied on the couch in only his boxers. Emily was excited about being in control again, she started taking off her clothes slowly teasing David. She danced around and turned it into a strip tease, she could see he was really enjoying the show. 




Nerd Sex



She was down to only her underwear and decided she would make him take it off she walked over to him and he reached out to take off her clothes. She swatted away his hands and told him "No, with your teeth." Dave had no choice but to stand up and use his teeth to unlatch her bra and threw it away, stopping for a moment to suck on her right nipple getting a surprised shudder out of her. He moved down to her panties and removed them using only his teeth, which was surprisingly difficult. He let go of her panties and let them fall to the floor around her ankles.

Emily grabbed the back of David's head and pushed his face into her crotch. He began licking and sucking on her moist clit feeling her shudder under the force of each stroke of his tongue. He put two fingers in and started fingering her while stimulating her clit with his tongue. She began moaning loudly and he knew he was doing a good job. Emily pulled his head back and he took out his fingers, she stood him up and led him to the stairs.

They walked upstairs to Emily's bedroom and Emily lied down on the end of the bed, she was going to direct the action and she knew exactly what she wanted. She motioned for Dave to come over, she sat up and grabbed him by the cock she started sucking on his cock getting it lubed up and hard. She popped him out of her mouth and pulled it towards her warm wet cunt. Dave got really excited but decided to let Emily control the action like he did the night before.

The moment the head of Dave's dick touched the opening to Emily's vagina he had the sudden urge to thrust forward but held himself back to allow her control. Then it was in and the wait was over, Emily reached forward and grabbed Dave's ass cheeks and used that to control his pace she'd started him out slow. The feeling was amazing for the both of them they had been so built up from all the activity. Forcing David's cock deep into her cunt with each thrust Emily was having a great time and from the look on his face he was having a better time. Soon Emily began speeding up as she started squeezing his ass hard and he could tell she was about to cum.

She kept him going as she got closer and she began, Emily started moaning speeding up Dave's thrusts. She came and stopped holding his ass and laid back, Dave slowed down his thrusts waiting to see if she'd recover and soon she stuck out her hands and patted down on the bed beside her. Dave stopped thrusting and took his now soaking wet cock out of Emily's pussy. He sat down where she told him to and she sat up she pushed him back so now he was lying down. Emily stood up and hovered over his face for a moment then lowered herself.

Then she was on top of him, Dave began his usual maneuvers but she stopped him. She wanted him to work on her asshole, he stuck his tongue in her ass and coated it in slippery saliva. He didn't know if he was doing it right but he soon knew the answer as she began grinding and moaning on top of him. He stuck his tongue in further and felt her shudder, he continued playing with Emily's asshole using only his tongue. After a couple of minutes in this new position Emily stood back up and got off the bed. She walked to the end of the bed and coated Dave's cock in a layer of saliva. She gave him a quick blowjob bobbing her head only a couple of times to get his cock rock hard and slippery. Then Emily climbed over Dave and slowly lowered her tight ass onto his dick, she went slowly until she had taken the whole thing to the hilt. 

That's when she started bouncing up and down on Dave's cock. The tightness of her ass was the greatest thing he had ever experienced. He began thrusting opposite to her, each time she'd go down he'd thrust up. Emily was moaning even louder than before. She was a fan of anal and she knew how much guys loved it. She rode up and down Dave's cock for several minutes, until she came and clenched around Dave's cock they stayed connected for several seconds until Emily got off and started sucking his cock, it only took a couple of strokes and he came. Emily once again swallowed the whole load. They crawled into bed exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Nerd Teaches a Lesson 01



Tyler stood in a corner talking to his friend Larry about their new science project on the chemical properties of different solutions; they were at a party discussion science! Tyler and Larry were the nerds if the undergrad school, the nerds who were good looking but shy. The only girl Tyler spoke to, was the prom queen back in their school, his neighbor, Zoe. Zoe and Tyler never spoke to each other in school but in their backyards, they hung out every day.

She made him do her home work, assignments and never even looked at him when in school. She was too cool to be seen with him and always laughed when Tyler and Larry were picked on by the jocks. Tyler always let it pass and to nobody's surprise, he was in love with Zoe for as long as he could remember. 

Back at the party, Tyler was dumbfounded when he looked at Zoe in a red hot halter dress. She could easily be the most beautiful and sexiest person in the party, he couldn't take his eyes off her and she seemed to be walking straight towards him. 

"Hey Ty, you look so handsome today," Zoe flirted and kept him on his toes when all these years he waited just for a simple 'hi' from her, she was there saying things that made him blush and at last she said, "kiss me already."

Tyler leaned into her and as his lips were about to touch hers, he couldn't think, his mind went blank and his stomach did a hundred somersaults. Before their lips met, laughter erupted in the background. He looked back to see all the popular kids, Zoe's friends laughing at him. "I'm sorry Ty, it was a dare I was given" she said. Tyler looked at Zoe, walked out of the party without a word or a reaction followed by Larry. This had crossed all limits and it was time Tyler let his other side get out.

The next few days, Tyler didn't speak to Zoe or even looked at her, both at home and at school. He made it a point to be oblivious to her presence. Zoe had tried talking to him, she felt guilty about playing with his feelings and wanted to apologize to him but didn't know how to, he wouldn't talk to her or reply to her texts. She decided she'd try to talk to him at his place after school and he'd be unable to ignore her then.

Tyler was home alone for the weekend, decided on reading his potter series all over again when he heard the doorbell ring. He saw Zoe standing meekly at the door through the key hole and walked back to his room. Waiting for Tyler to get the door, and still thinking of ways to apologize, Zoe stood for a really long time when she realized he wasn't going to open up.

She went through the back door and let herself in calling for Tyler. He came down to find her sitting on the couch in the living room looking like a goddess and starting to beg for forgiveness. He had decided not to give in and turned his back to her, walking away.

She was begging and saying she was sorry, in all her desperation she found herself saying she'd do anything to get him to talk to him. Following him into the kitchen, she found him sitting on the breakfast counter. She pulled the other chair and sat beside him and said "I'll do anything, please talk to me again! Please please, pretty please?"

He turned towards her and asked "anything?" she nodded. What Zoe didn't know was the regret that was going to follow after that nod.

He handed her a blank sheet and asked her to write down whatever he says and she thought to herself "an apology letter, that's easy." 

Tyler started "I, Zoe Olive swear that I will be Tyler Mason's faithful sex slave starting now, for the entire weekend." 

Zoe looked at Tyler with her mouth forming a perfect 'O' and said "what kind of a stupid joke is this Ty?" and he replied, "You said anything, this is what I'm asking of you in return for my forgiveness." She thought to herself, it can't be bad and signed on that paper.

Tyler wanted her to be helpless and beg for him, mind you he didn't want to hurt her nor had any intentions to make her suffer. This wasn't revenge, it was a lesson. He ordered her to go home, eat lightly and get back at 6p.m., wearing a short skirt, tight tube top and no panties or bra. She left the kitchen thinking to herself how intriguing and erotic it felt to take orders from someone.

As 6p.m. came closer, Zoe sat on her bed dressed as directed feeling anxious and curious. She said she was spending the night at a friend's and kissed her mom goodnight. As she walked past her backyard in the chilly evening, her nipples stood erect and she felt Goosebumps forming all over her body. She knocked the door and as the door opened, she found Tyler standing with a collar and lead in his hands...

to be continued... 



Nerd



The once-tough and confident Talia was now shivering on the bed opposite me. She replied, "I can't...my boyfriend."

"Oh please. You're practically naked now slut. Take it off! Now." I looked at her sternly, surprised at my inner strength.

Talia didn't say anything. She just reached her hands back and unclasped her bra. The cups rose on her breasts, but still covered her nipples, but showed the bottoms of her tantalizing, perfect globes. Her right tit finally made an appearance when she sat up and began pushing her thong panties off of her hips. She pulled them off fully and put them to her side, but brought her knees up to her chest and covered my complete view when she pulled off her bra and did the same.

She was now completely nude in front of me, but held herself in a ball. She looked down and to the side, unable to make eye contact with me. The tear she had previously cried was now almost dry on her cheek. I decided to change my tact.

"Lie back Talia," I said in as nice a voice as I could muster. Despite my best efforts, my voice quivered. Talia, still avoiding eye contact, did. She lay flat on her back, but used one arm to cover her tits and one to hold her pussy. I glanced at her stomach, which quivered a bit. I whispered, "Relax."

Something I didn't predict occurred next. I expected an argument, but instead, Talia bit her bottom lip, licked her lips and moved her hands, leaving me a complete view of her gorgeous breasts and the small tuft of hair that collected just above her clit. Talia Dean, the campus' most beautiful student and girlfriend of the star quarterback was naked in my dorm room, lying on my bed.

I stood over her and stared longingly down at her. In a trancelike state, I didn't realize that I was now rubbing the front of my jeans, now bulging in anticipation. I was afraid to touch her, but I just had to. I took my fingertips and ran them down her thigh, bringing them to the inside of her knee and pulling up on it. Talia took in a quick breath, but did not protest. The bending of it and my pulling caused her legs to spread slightly. I knew this would bring my show to an end, but Talia said nothing. The only sound in the small room was of our unsteady breathing.

I reached over the front of her body while staring at her face in wait for a response. The only response was she shut her eyes and her mouth parted slightly. Things were getting very interesting. I grasped her hand and placed it back between her legs and began rubbing the top of her hand. The effect was her rubbing her clit. I pulled my hand away and watched her. She didn't stop after I pulled my hand away. She continued moving the tips of her fingers in a semi-circle on her swollen clit.

Without her knowing it, I unzipped my pants and pulled them down low on my hips. I then released my cock. I may have been a nerd, but I was sure my thick six and a half inches could satisfy Talia Dean. She had brought her knees up in response to her own fondling and the light gave away the juices that had collected on her hand. The sweet musty smell of her wet pussy that mixed with the strong scent of her perfume gave it away. She was very, very turned on. 

I whispered to her, "I think you earned the rest of the paper." She smirked but didn't open her eyes as she continued to rub her wet pussy. "Are you horny Talia," I asked her.

"Yes," she whimpered back a response. I then grasped her free hand, which was now gripping the inside of her thigh and placed it on my engorged cock. Talia's eyes opened wide and she reacted quickly by sitting up at the edge of the bed. She whispered desperately, "I can't Danny. This is wrong. I have my boyfriend. He'd kill me and you...," she said, yet she strangely didn't take her hand off my cock, now holding it by the base.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him...or us," I laughed quietly. She didn't seem impressed and only seemed more worried. I continued. "Besides, you may have gotten the paper, but you still haven't earned the notes pages or the bibliography." My humor seemed to calm Talia down. She began stroking the length of my thick cock. She seemed to now be enjoying our little game of carrot and stick.

"What do I have to do to earn those," she asked in a whisper.

"Just sit back and relax," I responded. I wanted so bad to just ram my cock in her mouth, but knew it wasn't the right thing to do. Instead, I gently pushed back on her shoulder and she lay back widthwise on the bed. I grabbed her by the ankles and brought her feet up on the bed, completely exposing her inner thighs and wet pussy to me. Talia, as much as me, was surprised at this turn of events I'm sure.

I then got on my knees in front of her and gently started to lick and kiss the inside of her thighs. Nibbling on them seemed to really make her quiver. I then began to gently kiss the meaty folds on the outside of her pussy, enjoying the wet juices on my lips. She inhaled deeply when I opened my mouth wide and placed it over her swollen clit. "Oh fuck that feels so good!" she whispered in a hiss. "My...mmm...boyfriend doesn't...ahh yes." I then put one hand on the matted hairs of her pubic area and pushed two fingers inside of her as I alternated sucking and licking her clit. I kept my eyes open to watch Talia's face. Her mouth was now wide open and whispering obscenities and occasionally, she'd open her eyes and look down at me. Our eyes would lock and she'd close them again. I curled my fingertips and began stroking her g-spot and her breathing definitely quickened. Her mouth opened wide and she sucked quick audible breaths in just as her thighs began to quiver and she began to buck her hips up to meet my mouth. Juices were now collecting on the sheets of the bed below. I, one of the biggest nerds on campus, had made Talia Dean cum. She would leave here tonight never to return maybe, but she'd always remember me.

I pushed her lengthwise on the bed as she recovered from her orgasm. Her body lay listless for a few seconds as I situated my now naked body above her. I ignored the stark contrast my flabby, unfit body made relative to her beauty. I positioned myself between the legs I now opened and lay between. I began pressing my wet mouth, covered in her juices, against her large breasts, now with pointy nipples rising like spires. My ministrations aroused her.

"Do you have a condom," she asked me in a whisper. I had fucked one chick in high school when we both decided that we weren't going to prom. The girl and I had done everything but intercourse, so I had done a lot sexually to that point, but had only had sex that once. I wasn't about to let this grand opportunity pass me by.

I began pressing the tip of my cock against her wet pussy lips. My cock had already slipped in an inch by the time I responded that I didn't. She only inhaled in response to my entry. Her pussy was so hot and wet. My previous experience had been quick and awkward. I was determined to do better this time. I pushed the rest of the way in, a movement that elicited a wince from Talia.

"Ah damn it Danny. You better not cum inside of me," was all she said as she reached behind me and began pulling me into her. I held myself up over her and looked down between us. The gap allowed me to watch as my rod entered and exited her slick hole in quick succession. Talia looked too.

"I bet you...ungh...didn't think I'd ever get this close to...mmm...you let alone fuck you," I said and then tried to kiss her. She was having nothing of it and turned her head.

"Shut up Danny. Just fuck me...you fucking nerd," was all she said. I didn't care what she called me and in fact, it made me pump her harder and faster than before. Unfortunately, the pace only brought me closer to climax. It was important that I did something first, though.

I rolled over on my back, never pulling out of her. Talia understood her role and began bouncing on my cock, rolling her hips forward every once in a while to push her clit into the base of my cock. Her moves brought her closer to the same point I was reaching. We both became a little louder in our breathing and when I moaned aloud once, she put her hand over my mouth to quiet me so as to not draw attention to my room in the crowded dorm. I felt her pussy clamp down as her body began to quiver and I knew that she was starting another orgasm.

She leaned forward, pressing her heavy tits into my naked sweaty chest and whispered, "Ah you feel so good Danny. Don't stop fucking me." It was all I needed to push me over the edge. 

"Oh fuck Talia, I'm cumming," I moaned. She immediately pulled forward. The tip of my cock plopped out of her wet pussy just as I began to squirt cum all over her back. My hips continued to buck upward inadvertently and I didn't realize that I was smearing my seed all over her back as I lurched forward and sucked on her shoulder.

We lay in a locked embrace for a few minutes, until we both realized how awkward our situation now was. "Do you have a towel," Talia asked.

I motioned to one hanging from a hook on the door. I watched as Talia wiped away my cum from her back and then put the towel on the top of the hamper in the corner. Quietly, she collected her clothes and began getting dressed to leave. I walked over to my computer and sent her the rest of the paper.

"So I guess we're even then," I said.

She looked up coyly as she pulled her robe over her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess so." She walked to the door and stopped. "Danny, I really am sorry I said those things," she said.

"Doesn't matter," I responded. I then joked, "If you ever need my notes or another paper though, just let me know."

An uncomfortable silence then filled the room as she turned and looked me straight in the eyes. The tension was thick as I awaited her response. "Yeah. I just might."

I knew, no matter what, she'd be back. At my computer I wasn't only sending her the paper, I was confirming the recording our action with my laptop camera. Yes, I am a nerd, but I had proof that nerds do indeed win.



Nerds Are Bad At Sex, So I'm Told



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Bloop!

Something interrupted her thoughts. She was sitting in front of her mirror, mostly dozing off. She couldn't quite remember what it was she had been thinking about. That's always so frustr...

Bloop!

She realized that the noise was coming from her computer in the other room. Someone had messaged her. She lazily stood up and admired herself in the mirror. It was clear by the goofy, self-inspirational air fist pump that she was proud of her body. She had been working on it since she moved away from home when she turned 18. Tanned skin, raven black hair, a toned stomach and that amazing kind of ass that a girl can only get in the gym.

She wondered what she would do tonight. As she walked into the other room, she remembered to check the message she had heard earlier. She sat down in her chair and saw that it was Aiden, a mid-20-something guy who she had seen periodically over the last few years at her job where she worked as a server. It was one of those places where the girls dressed just scantily enough to get the guys' attentions (and their tips.) At a place like that, it's pretty common to get propositioned all the time by horny guys, especially with a body like hers. She did, admittedly, like to flirt with the guys and try pull their strings. 

This guy was a little bit different, though. He was cute in that "sorta nerdy" kind of way. He wasn't too big of a guy but you could tell he kept himself fit. He had always been respectful and funny, even though she was pretty sure he'd jump in her bed given the chance. They had flirted here and there with the idea of hanging out outside of her workplace. She found herself wondering just for a second how his body looked and began reading his message.

Aiden{Hey! We should hang out some time, finally. Yeah? If you're still down, let me know.}

This piqued her interest a bit. Maybe he would finally make an advance on her. She decided to answer with the usual non-committal flirt.

{Yeah we need too!}

Bloop!

Aiden{Definitely! What are you up to?}

{Sittin at home, just got done daydreaming, u?}

Aiden{I just got back from the gym. All my friends are busy tonight and the gym always makes me... antsy. What were you daydreaming about?}

{I wish I could remember! But what do u mean antsy? How does the gym make u antsy?}

Aiden{Um. Let's just say when I work out really... hard. It really gets my blood pumping.}

She laughed a bit. She kinda knew what he meant but still couldn't believe he actually said that. She decided to toy with him a bit.

{Gets ur blood pumping? Doesn't that slow down when ur done?}

Aiden{Oh, well for me it kinda likes to stick around in certain areas. Areas that make me a bit frustrated when they dont cool off.}

She thought she would toy a bit more.

{Like stick around in your muscles?}

Aiden{It gives me a raging, pulsing boner ok?! There, I said it. But no really, it's one of the best ways to get turned on. Well, besides.. you know, someone else doing the turning for you.}

For some reason when as she was reading the first sentence, she felt a jolt go from the back of her neck down her spine and straight to her clitoris. She felt herself start to moisten a bit at the thought of his cock. Now she was starting to consider playing with him for her own pleasure. After a long pause, to make him wait and sweat for a few moments, she decided to respond with just as much boldness.

{Why don't you touch yourself? You can pretend I'm there if you want, it wont bother me one bit.}

After she hit send she realized she was breathing a bit heavy. This was turning her on quite a bit. She watched as the chat window flashed "Aiden is typing..." over and over. God, he must have been hard as a rock by now. Oh, that was a nice thought. She wondered how big his nice hard cock would be and if it could fill her up in the way that she wanted right at that moment.

Aiden{Wow. Thanks. If I was horny before, I'm practically drooling at this point. Tell me, if you were here, what would you be doing?}

{Nuh uh! That wasnt part of the dealio. You get to make that part up on your own!}

She took a second and realized she wasn't really sure where she was going with this. Up to this point she was just seeing how far she could take it and maybe turn him on a bit. She reached a hand down to feel her wetness and grazed against her clit, sending electricity all up and down her spine and causing her to gasp out loud. She realized she was way too horny at this point. Now she wanted him to help make her cum and to fuel her fantasy. No, she needed more than that. She wanted to go to her room and pull out her toys and spend the rest of the night there!

Bloop!

Aiden{That's so cold. Are you sure you don't want to have a little dirty session? Think about it. You can imagine being here with me now as I caress my cock. You can't help but to get flustered and I notice that your nipples have gotten hard. I slowly lean over closer to you and let go of my cock as I pull your shirt and bra down. I look up at you teasingly as I slowly, excruciatingly slowly, flick your nipple with my tongue. Your turn.}

She was reading his message and was getting uncomfortably into it. She started to touch herself halfway through the message. God he knew how to describe the things that he wanted to do to her. No, the things that he would be doing to her if he was there right now. She had a tiny orgasm as she imagined him flicking his tongue across her hard nipple. Unfortunately, the only attention her nipple was getting was a pinch from her own fingers. The little relief she got from her mini orgasm only served to fuel her further and she started to feel a haziness in her head. She wanted him badly, and now. She made up her mind that she would have him tonight. She decided to go for broke.

{1568 Heming Ave. apt 24. Cum ;) over now.}

She watched as the chat window flashed that he was typing for about 20 seconds. He obviously wasn't sure what to say.

Aiden{Really?}

Ha. It sure took a long time to type that.

She was excited, hoping he would take the bait and come give her the pleasure she really wanted.

{If you come over, now, I'll let you touch me.}

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Bloop!

Aiden{You're not allowed to touch your clit until I get there, no cumming. Understand?}

That took her a little bit by surprise and took her clit by surprise too. She felt that tingle again from her neck as it went down and hit her clit, a slight gasp escaping her involuntarily.

{kk ;)}

Right before she hit enter, she saw he had logged off. She leaned back and reality set in a bit. Was this a good idea? I mean, she didn't know that much about this guy but he seemed like a nice guy. She felt safe physically at least, he wasn't the type to force himself upon her. The thought caused her lust to break through her thoughts and she thought with a chuckle that she really wouldn't care at this point. She wanted him too bad.

She relaxed and sunk into her chair and started to drift off thinking about what his body might be like. She was glancing over his abs in her mind when she realized she was touching her clit. Screw that. I can do what I want, she thought. He wont know anyways. She went back to touch her clit and oddly, something felt wrong. She didn't know why but she felt like she wanted to do what he said. She had agreed to it after all. She sat there and struggled with her conscience which told her no while her lust was driving her to make herself come. 

She decided to just pay extra attention to the rest of her body, that would be good enough. She begin rolling her nipples between her fingers and they hardened immediately. She pinched them after that was no longer enough and she instantly felt a flood of wetness as she cried out quietly, arching her back in frustration. She sat up panting and her hand flew uncontrollably down to her clit once again. She started to feel herself sweating as she struggled, wanting to come so so badly. She succeeded in not touching it though even though it looked like something was physically stopping her from stretching that last inch to put her finger in contact with her clitoris. She threw her arms out panting and then realized a full 15 minutes had...

Knock Knock Knock!

The sound sent a chill down her spine and she felt short of breath as she felt a sudden surge of sexual energy. Her heart started racing as she slowly stood up trying to calm herself so that she could answer the door. She had never walked so slowly than she was now as she tried to calm herself on the way to the door. She peeked through the peephole and saw him. The energy she was feeling was coursing through her body and seeing him made all of that energy ignite. But instead of losing control she felt a serene sort of calm wash over her as she decided to give him the best orgasm he had ever and would ever have in his life.

She felt more confident than ever before in her life as she opened the door and stood halfway behind it as she just stared at him through the mostly opened door. She bit her lip as she noticed how nice he looked. He had a cocky smile on his face he was wearing that red pair of pants that she had complimented him on just the other night a couple of weeks ago. He was wearing a more tight-fitting shirt than he usually wore (or maybe he had just been working out extra hard.) She noticed that he looked pretty good actually and got even more excited as she noticed that she could see his pants starting to get just a bit tighter as he looked at her.

She was wearing an all black bra with all black boy short panties and nothing else. She was standing with her back slightly arched sticking her ass out ever so slightly. She knew she looked amazing in this pose and he was drinking her in with his eyes, which seemed to be kindled to a low fire at this very moment.

"Are you going to come in?" She said.

He just nodded as he walked in to the doorway putting all of his weight on one foot at a time, walking as slowly as possible, it seemed. He didn't stop approaching though as he entered her space and strongly but gently pushed the door out of the way. He never stopped coming closer though, looking at her dead in the eyes with that damn cocky grin still on his face. It was making her feel like she was being seduced and maybe she was. Just as she realized he smelled really good he leaned in and she closed her eyes, standing just slightly on her toes to make up the height. He backed her up just a few inches into the nearby wall and he denied her the kiss she wanted as he forcefully grabbed her hips and slid his lips down to her neck bone as she exhaled, realizing she had been holding her breath for quite some time. All should could hear was her heartbeat which had returned to full speed.

She looked down and noticed his arms looked flexed and full as he squeezed the sides of her ass, nearly lifting her whole weight off the ground in his grasp. She realized now that she was far too turned on to care about anything except getting his cock in her mouth. This thought pushed everything out of her mind and she looked upward as he ravished her neck and gently bit down on her. She could feel and hear his hot breath as she just enjoyed the sensation.

When she gained her composure just a bit she attempted to tear him away from her neck so that she could go down to her knees. But, he was already moving. Down. 

Oh god, she thought. He wasn't lying earlier.

She was a little bit disappointed as he began sliding her panties down and off of her feet, one by one. She had wanted his dick in her mouth. That would have to wait tho...

Gasp!

She couldn't help but to gasp aloud as his tongue found her clit immediately. She was already so wet but she could feel the wetness his tongue provided as it slid easily up and down her clit and between her lips. She was going crazy as he flicked is tongue up and down. Gently at first but then more firmly as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder and she realized she probably couldn't escape even if she had wanted to. But she had absolutely no intention on trying to escape. The only thought she had was that she was finally going to get to cum.

She was panting against the wall, running her fingers through his hair as he caused her to ride higher and higher approaching orgasm. God, he was good at this, she thought. She could practically see the crest of her orgasmic wave approaching as he all but stopped.

Noooo! She screamed in her head, but it really just came out as a series of N's. She tried to grip his head with her knee as she increased the pressure on his head with her hands.

"Did you come while I was on my way here?" He said.

"Oh God, no I didn't just keep licking me!"

"Did you touch your clit?" He said, with just a little bit too serious of a tone.

She hesitated. He saw. She knew she was busted.

"Only once, and then when I realized, I stopped. I promise!"

He stood up and put that fucking asshole arrogant grin back on his face as he said, "You don't get to cum yet. Suck my cock."

She was furious that he would talk to her like that. She stood up and went to slap him and then realized that somehow her hand had found his crotch. She heard that familiar sound of her heart beating in her ears as she realized that she was dropping to the floor. Everything was drowned out by the beating as she practically ripped his zipper down and shoved his pants down to his knees.

Dun Dun. Her heart beat.

He began taking off his shirt as she slowly slid his underwear down his thighs. His cock bounced as the band of his boxers finally let it free. She caught the head between her lips and looked up to see that cocky grin still on his face. She wanted to make him melt like she did. She made a half-trip down his cock barely grazing her lips around his shaft. She knew he would barely be able to feel it. She closed her mouth around it and moved back as she sucked forcefully on it and made a pop sound as she moved her mouth off of it.

She looked up at him with a playful grin as she saw him clench his jaw, and then his hands slightly as he looked slightly up toward the ceiling still smiling, but it was no longer a cocky smile.

"How long have you wanted to be where you are now with me kneeling at your feet worshiping your cock?" She said.

He obviously was having trouble speaking as she gave a full lick from the base to the tip half way through his first word.

"For...hmm. Probably since the night we met."

She made eye contact and smiled, "I thought so."

She gave a few more licks, moistening his cock before she grabbed it once again in her lips and slowly descended upon it. Opening and closing her mouth around it as she went, as if her lips were crawling down his shaft. She maintained eye contact as she saw that his grin was completely gone and he looked on with pure lust as she bottomed out on his cock. 

Well, not quite, she realized. There was still about an inch or two to go with him at the back of her throat. She picked up the pace as she started really working his cock in and out of her mouth. Slow enough that he wanted more with just the right amount of suction and plenty of saliva. She loved to slide a cock in and out of her mouth and she realized that she could probably sneak some flicks at her clit while she was servicing him. She went to touch her clit but once again she felt like she was breaking some rule. She got a rush of excitement as she decided to ask.

"Can I touch my clit?" She asked with a pouty face as she came off his cock.

He looked down panting and sort of came to as he realized what she had said.

"Oh. Yes you can. Just don't cum." He said with an Or Else expression.

She wiped that smile off his face, making him gasp as she really picked up the pace, flicking her clit with her finger and sliding his cock in and out of her mouth faster than before.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels amazing!"

She felt like she could come almost immediately. She was panting and gyrating her hips as she really got into servicing his cock. She had to slow down her finger once, twice, three times before she realized it was no use. She had to have him, and now.

She popped off his cock and jacked it with her hand very slowly as he looked down, seeing her obvious passion. No words were needed.

She turned around and led him by his cock over to the nearby sofa. With her knees unbent and her legs spread apart, she leaned over the back of the couch and guided him right to her waiting hole. She looked back and tried to give him fuck me eyes but he was already beginning to enter her. He didn't take it slowly and there was no need to, she was dripping wet from the anticipation.

They both exhaled, "Fuck" as he bottomed out inside her. She began gyrating her hips as he started pumping in and out of her pussy at full speed. Her legs were shaky already and she felt her orgasm coming. She exploded after only a handful of thrusts into a mind-shattering orgasm. She couldn't make a sound as she came all over his cock. He was still pumping and and out of her as she looked back and saw a fiery look in his eyes. He had held on for her through her orgasm and she was glad because she was feeling the pleasure increase again as she started riding the wave back up. After a few minutes, she could tell he was getting close as he had his eyes shut, obviously trying to shake it off.

She pushed him out of her and guided him around the couch. She pushed his chest as he fell backward sitting, on the couch. She followed just behind him, straddling him. His cock was throbbing, searching for her pussy as he grabbed her ass strongly with both hands. She kissed him softly, both hands running through his hair. It served to ease the tension a bit as she gyrated her hips, rolling around trying to find his cock. She grazed against it a couple times, he obviously had calmed down a bit just before she found his cock and succeeded in putting it where it belonged.

She dropped down all the way in one movement and began grinding on him with his cock buried in her as deeply as it could go. He was hitting her in all the right spots and she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. He was watching her face as she started bouncing up and down on him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Their eyes locked and she ground her hips once, twice, three times before he gasped out.

"Fuck!" He started to come.

She exploded into the biggest orgasm she had ever had in her life. All she could see was white. Her entire being was centered on feeling his hard pulsing cock deep inside her as she rode it through her orgasm. He grabbed her around the back and made to move her off of him. Realizing he was trying to get her off, she pushed his hands out of the way.

"Just Cum!" She said, forcefully.

She began to feel rope after rope of cum shooting into her as he pulled her strongly into him. He mashed himself against her chest as he spurted again and again, deep into her. She wasn't sure if she was screaming or silent as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm. It seemed to go on for minutes as she felt her pussy spasm over and over, squeezing his cock as it throbbed and jetted his load into her. Eventually, she looked down as he was jerking slightly as her pussy was milking out the last few spurts of his cum. He looked up at her again with an exhausted smile. One of complete satisfaction.



Nerds in Love



Her face showed unrestrained fury, she was yelling at me at the top of her voice. She slapped me. Hard. I saw stars.

She turned and walked out the door slamming it hard behind her. I was stunned, frozen in place. My mind raced to find a reason for the outburst and could find none. Then it got weird.

The door flew open and she came at me. I braced myself for another attack. She was crying.

Her hands went to my head and I flinched. She pulled my head to her face and kissed me. It was a ferocious kiss that took my breath away. My body relaxed before my brain did, my arms had encircled her waist, and my lips were returning the kiss, but my brain still expected another hard blow.

She broke the kiss and hissed at me, "You are an idiot!" then kissed me again.

Her name was Marlena. She had occupied the center of my universe for years. She was right, I was an idiot; I should have known I might have become important to her too.

I had spent years being the best friend she had, treating her like a proper gentleman treats a fine lady, trying very hard to keep her from seeing how deeply in love I was with her. She had gotten so frustrated by my proper behavior she tried to knock my head off.

We had just belatedly celebrated our nineteenth birthdays which were two weeks apart, (she was the older one), and had started our senior year at the university. We had been celebrated as prodigies because we had graduated from high school before we were sixteen. 

Our respective teenage years were very difficult, as in essence we had no peers. We did not know each other until we were paired as partners in freshman Biology lab at the university.

We had both bristled at the pairing of the "two freaks" and that led to a mutual dislike. That faded quickly as we saw that we dispatched every lab quickly and efficiently and made straight A's on each one. The very people that sneered at us at the start inundated each of us with requests for assistance. I always helped, she seldom did. She never forgave the slights of others.

Through our sophomore year we shared at least two classes and we studied together often. We lived apart from the student body in private homes affiliated with the university. Our houses were one block apart. 

The walk from her house to mine became very familiar. We were each other's best friend, in fact we were each others only friend. Somewhere during that time I fell in love with her. I would not fully realize that for a long time.

Our junior year was difficult for me. We did not have a single class in common. She had started on her path towards a degree in psychology and I started mine towards astronomy and aerospace engineering. It took me a while to come up with a somewhat reasonable excuse to see her.

The solution was Italian food. We both loved the food and the ambience of a small Italian restaurant near the campus. The clientele was older; we saw some of our professors there at times but we seldom saw students except for couples on a date. Some of those were gay or lesbian couples but they were very much at ease there.

Mrs. Satriani, the owner and chief cook, loved everyone and treated all customers as long lost relatives. She had taken us under her wing from our first trip there and we enjoyed the special treatment.

School had been in session for two weeks during our junior year before we made it to Satriani's. We were lovingly berated for waiting so long before making our first appearance of the fall. She had worried that we had not returned to school.

As we settled into our meal Mrs. Satriani hovered over us and continually commented on how we had grown, how tall and handsome I was, how beautiful and sexy Marlena had become. 

I knew I was taller; I was now over six feet tall and no longer looked any different from the other college students. My mother thought I was handsome but I discounted that as prejudice on her part. I decided to discount it from Mrs. Satriani for the same reason.

Marlena and I had talked to each other on the phone several times during the summer but had not seen each other. To her eyes I had grown three inches taller while to my eyes she had grown very fine breasts. We noted the changes in each other with shyness.

I knew Marlena was beautiful from the first day I saw her. I had not realized she was also sexy until Mrs. Satriani pointed it out. I found myself having great difficulty keeping my eyes off her newly added cleavage.

We stayed at the restaurant until it was closing time. We had been there for almost three hours and yet it seemed like only twenty minutes had passed. We were flattered by the fact that Mrs. Satriani and her staff now treated us as adults.

A promise was extracted from us to come to the restaurant every Friday for the rest of our lives, a permanent date for Marlena and me. I was embarrassed by how quickly I had agreed and did not notice how eagerly Marlena accepted the proposal. 

As I walked her to her house door that night I gathered every bit of courage I had and kissed Marlena on the cheek. She allowed my kiss to linger a bit then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before rushing through her door. Apparently I floated home. I do not remember taking actual steps

We were now old enough to work part time and that prompted Mrs. Satriani to offer Marlena a part time job in her kitchen; she wanted to teach her how to cook. It was just one day a week, (Wednesdays). Marlena jumped at the opportunity.

I was soon recruited as wait staff at Satriani's also for Wednesdays and I now had two days that did not need excuses for me to see Marlena.

We quickly learned the restaurant business was an intense, exhausting business. Marlena and I were intelligent enough to learn the fundamentals quickly so we were in full stride by the middle of our third Wednesday of work. Her only problem in the kitchen was a strong desire to experiment. Mrs. Satriani had a difficult time getting her to realize that the steady customers did not want anything different in their favorite dishes. 

She eventually made Marlena an offer she could not refuse. In exchange for her promise not to tamper with the menu items Marlena was allowed to create a new dish to be featured on Wednesdays. This nearly led to my first fistfight.

Marlena would always try to sit with the customers that ordered her dish and ask for reviews after they finished. She mostly managed to keep the reviews of her food from becoming a review of herself personally, but not always. 

Mrs. Satriani and I had to loan her our sympathetic ears at times. Most diners were extravagant in their praises and were polite with any criticism.

One diner was abusive. I interrupted his tirade and told him his meal was on the house and it was OK for him to leave. He stood and announced he would leave when he was ready. I told him he was ready now.

He took a swing at me but I managed to catch his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. I shoved him out the door, turned him around and with a ferocity I did not know I was capable of I asked if there was anything else I could help him with. 

He mumbled something about the cops and motioned for his date to follow him. They strode away and I could hear him continue his tirade halfway down the block.

His date turned to him and said something then tried to walk away from him. He grabbed her arm and I heard her tell him to let her go. I was walking towards them before I realized I was. He saw me, released the girl, jumped into his car and pulled out. As he drove by me he gave me the finger while shouting, "Fuck you" then sped away. The girl came to me and said thanks then after kissing my cheek walked away.

My rage dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. By the time I got to the restaurant door the shakes from the withdrawal of the adrenalin had run its course and I was back to my usual amiable self.

Apparently everyone in the restaurant had seen the entire episode, some patted my shoulder as I went back in. Marlena and Mrs. Satriani were looking at me in opened mouth amazement. I cleared the table the asshole was sitting in and as I walked past them I said, "You know, I don't think he liked his dinner very much."

One of them swatted me in the ass hard enough that I almost dropped my tray. Once back in the kitchen I took a bite out of Marlena's dish.

It was awful.

Everyone's opinion of me changed that day, even mine. I was bigger and stronger than I had realized. The jerk was nearly as tall as me and appeared to be more muscular but yet I had handled him with ease. I saw fear in his eyes.

Funny, I had endured insults with aplomb all my life; I had not made it past the first one to Marlena. And I still did not have a clue I loved her.

Marlena and I went home every weekend. Mine was seventy miles from campus while hers was about one hundred miles. We were still "children" to all concerned and were not allowed to remain on campus if there were two or more consecutive days without classes.

Thanks to our studies most Mondays through Wednesday we did not see each other at all until we reported for work at Satriani's on Wednesday evenings. We welcomed the work, the change in routine. I welcomed being with her.

We were soon solid assets to Mrs. Satriani and she allowed us to take on more responsibilities as time passed. Marlena and I quickly ended up thinking that it was our restaurant too.

I always walked Marlena home Wednesday and Friday nights and somewhere in time we ended up holding hands all the way there. Our goodnight kisses became full lip, lingering kisses.

In anticipation of the kiss my dick would slowly rise until it was a world-class hardon by the time my kiss arrived. I did not see how Marlena could have missed it. I know she must have felt it at times but she never gave me any indication she noticed.

After I got home I sometimes had to beat my dick back into submission twice before getting any sleep. Little did I know that she was working her way through a similar problem.

As the year progressed our Friday dates deteriorated into a second workday. We had managed to eat a nice meal and visit with the staff at first but as the weather turned colder the restaurant became busier and we each saw a need to pitch in. 

People began to assume I was management and I spent the night solving problems, helping the servers, running the register, chatting with the customers. Marlena disappeared into the kitchen and did not reappear until after the rush. We would collapse into "our" booth and Mrs. Satriani would bring each of us a coffee mug filled with chilled house wine and dinner.

Our junior year went by in a flash and we began our senior year. Again Marlena and I talked to each other often but did not see each other for three months. Apparently our phone conversations were a lot more frequent that I thought and the talks between Mom and Marlena appeared to have been numerous. 

I had a few conversations with Marlena's Mom myself while waiting for Marlena to get to the phone. I was sure I had not divulged anything. Apparently I had.

My parents at last acknowledged my maturity and agreed to allow me to get a small place of my own. I returned to campus early and with Mom's help I had a small but cozy townhouse to live in.

The week after I had moved into my new home the semester began. Neither Marlena or I had a class to attend the first two days of that week so we did not see each other until Wednesday when we returned to Satriani's to resume our jobs. 

We were greeted by a surprise birthday party, a real surprise to us as our respective nineteenth birthdays were now weeks back in our rear view mirrors. Mrs. Satriani had gotten frustrated by the fact that we had mid-summer birthdays and wanted to do something for us.

After that event I had invited Marlena to come and see my new residence. She had been impressed by how cozy it was, how neat I kept it, and my new state of the art iMac. I then volunteered to walk her to her home. And she tried to decapitate me.

She had come to my place expecting an evening of passion. She had come over expecting she would lose her virginity to me.

And I had only offered to walk her home.

I had to calm her rage so I said the only words that could, "I love you."

She began to hit my chest and kiss me while demanding I repeat my words. The blows diminished and the kisses became less furious and more loving. We soon found ourselves on my loveseat kissing each other with all our hearts. Shortly afterward we found ourselves drinking in the sight of our respective nude bodies.

We spent three days and nights exploring each other's body. It was our first honeymoon.

When we emerged for air it seemed to me that everyone knew all about us. Marlena's parents and mine had fully expected our union and had joined in the choice and purchase of the little townhouse. Marlena's stuff arrived at what was now our home that Saturday morning. 

Apparently everyone knew my immediate future except me. Apparently I was not as smart as everyone seemed to think.

My parents and her parents came for Sunday dinner at Satriani's. After dinner we were told what the rules were for Marlena and me. We were not to get married and she was not to go off her birth control pills. After we had finished our studies, (two more years for me, three for her), I was to ask her to marry me and she would say yes and the moms would plan the wedding.

I felt I could not agree to all that and said so. I immediately asked Marlena to marry me. She immediately said, "Yes." 

I asked dad to loan me money for an engagement ring. He said, "Sure."

Marlena's father started laughing and eventually our mothers joined in the merriment. We had to agree to the timetable but our engagement became official before dessert. 

Mrs. Satriani fashioned a ring from a champagne bottle cork holder and I even got on my knees when I again asked Marlena to be my wife. She had not changed her mind.

Our mothers fought off tears. Mrs. Satriani lost that battle and was openly weeping. Marlena and I understood that they were "The babies have grown up" tears and we just hugged them.

At eight that evening as we sat alone in what was now our own living room the enormity of how our lives had changed sunk in. We held onto each other and wept. At nine that evening we were making love and continued doing so throughout the night.

For the rest of our life that was the anniversary we celebrated for ourselves.



Nerds Love Me



I've written papers for my courses, but I've never written anything about myself before, just for the enjoyment of it. I hope you like it! I'm 22-years-old and a student at a Canadian university. I've been studying Economics and working toward, hopefully, getting into Law School. I guess I'll describe my appearance, since it might help people generate visuals for my story. I have long black hair that falls in curls down a few inches past my shoulders. I'm 5-2, I weigh about 100 lbs, and my breasts are size 34B. My skin is on the paler side of pink, since I am afraid of damaging it with tanning, but I think that the contrast with my dark hair is pretty. I hope that description gives you a good enough idea. Oh, also, my eyes are bright green. For the purpose of broadcasting this story, my phony, made-up name is Claire. 

Now, some background to my story. I had been dating a 34-year-old man for just over a year. It's been fun, because he was tall, dark, handsome, and wealthy. We went on some beautiful vacations together to places like Paris and the Caribbean. The sex with him was fantastic. I guess the biggest problem was that he traveled very often and I hardly got to spend any time with him while my classes were in session. Often, several weeks would go by with me feeling like I'd joined a convent. Of course, whenever he came back into town from a long trip, it meant a sex binge for the two of us. Unfortunately, the memory of those reunions only last me so long before I start fantasizing about tearing clothes off of random strangers. I suppose I started to resent all of the stops and starts in our love affair.

Back in November, Brent was away again and would be away for another three weeks on some business trip in Texas. I was tired from studying all week, so I called up my friend Marcie and we decided to get together and go to a dance club. Marcie is about my age, but she is quite a bit taller than me; she's about 5-8. Her breasts are bigger than mine are, too, I'm jealous to say. She's about a D, if not a DD. She's incredibly fit, however, from working part-time as a spinning class instructor. She has straight, shoulder-length, natural blonde hair and a pair of the bluest eyes I've ever seen. She's so pretty it's ridiculous. 

She brought a change of clothes and some other essentials over to my place, so that she could stay over night, and we took a cab over to the club. By about 10:30, we were so bored, we decided to leave and go back to my place. At least we had enough time to get a little buzzed. Back at my place, we hung out in my living room for about an hour, chatting and drinking wine. 

When it was almost midnight, I remembered that I had promised to Skype Brent in his hotel room before I went to bed. Skyping was our one way to share some sexual release during his long trips. I was feeling a little tipsy, or I would have probably never even thought to connect with him that night, since I was supposed to be entertaining Marcie. I told her, "Oh shit, I am supposed to Skype Brent tonight. Marcie, do you mind? I should warn you that it could get a little X-rated between us. He'll be mad if I don't connect with him tonight. Would you mind if I did?"

She was cool about it and said that she understood. She told me that she knew how hard it was for a girl to have her man away and she wouldn't be offended if I did whatever I needed to do. She said, "It's ok with me if you just pretend that I'm not here. You'll probably have more fun talking to him that way."

I thanked her and said, "Yes, I don't want him to know you're here, so just be very quiet. Maybe it will be entertaining for you to watch us."

My apartment is small, so my living room needs to double as an office space. My computer is set up on a desk in a corner on the side of the room with large windows. The windows provide a view of the street and the apartment building on the other side of the road. That way, I can look out at something other than the wall while I do my work. Marcie sat in my couch on the opposite wall, well outside of the area captured by my webcam. Just for your visuals, on top I was wearing a red cardigan over a silver satin camisole and a black mini-skirt on the bottom. Marcie was wearing a very tight-fitting red and black striped sweater and skin-tight blue jeans.

I connected to Brent's Skype account and, right away, he seemed grumpy. He said, "Hey, I thought you weren't going to Skype me today. I've been waiting for you."

I replied, "Hi, babe! Of course, I was going to Skype you! I miss you so much. How was your day?"

"I don't really want to talk about that," he said. "I just need you to take that top layer off and show me what's underneath." 

As I peeled off my cardigan, I said, smiling, "Ok, wow, you seem in a hurry tonight!" 

He said, "Shhh, no more talking. Mmmm. No bra. You're little top is so tight against your tits, I can see your nipples right through it." 

He moved back from his monitor, showing me that he was already pants-less and that his hard cock was poking through the front opening of his boxers. He was staring at my chest and stroking his shaft. I looked over at Marcie on the couch and covertly mouthed, "sorry...", but her attention was too focused on watching Brent stroke himself to really notice my apology. It didn't look at all as though she was uncomfortable. 

Brent continued, "Take your little top off. I want to see those tits of yours."

I pulled the top over my head and smiled cutely back at him, cradling my breasts with my arms. He told me, "Squish them together for me. Let me watch your nipples touch. Oh, yeaaah. I like that. Now, lick one of them. Just pull it up and flick it with your tongue. Come on, baby. Yeah, that's right. Oh, you're making my cock so hard."

Just then, I happened to glance over in Marcie's direction. She was desperately gesturing toward the window beside me. I turned to my left and saw five male faces pressed up against the glass of one of the apartments across the road. I often don't think about closing my curtains, so it occurred to me that these guys had probably seen me walk around naked dozens of times. For all I know, they'd probably even seen me dirty Skype with Brent before. This time, however, Marcie tipped me off to it. They saw me look over at them peeking at my tittie show and they scattered away from the window. I wasn't surprised. 

The two guys who live in the apartment are just barely 20-years-old and are complete science nerds. I knew those two guys from a few conversations I've had with them, since they live in my neighborhood and they are university students, like me. I've chatted with them briefly when I've seen them on campus. Brent had met them once before, as well. They are super nice guys and funny, but they both have a look that tends to repel all of the girls. It isn't that they are very ugly, but they both have a certain geekiness factor that female undergrads find unattractive. One of them (Carl) has thick glasses and is ridiculously skinny given his height, which is about 5-11. The other one (Frank) is much shorter (5-6), and is a bit on the chubby side. Their wardrobe was strictly limited to jeans and/or khaki pants and t-shirts. Neither of them ever wore anything except running shoes. They don't dress disgusting. It's just that they don't seem to put any thought into their looks at all. 

I wasn't familiar with the three other guys that were over there that night, but they were easily as nerdy looking. Two of them were short with little puny bodies and another one was tall and fat. Not surprisingly, all three of those guys wore glasses. That would be fine, but they all seemed to choose the least fashionable ones that money can buy. On all five of my peepers' heads, there was an unruly mess of hair that was more or less the same boring shade of brown. 

I turned to look at Brent through my computer screen and grinned. "Hey, you're not the only one who thinks I'm sexy. I just caught the guys across the street watching my show." 

Brent just laughed and said, "Those stupid nerds are looking! They're such losers. That's so funny. I want you to mess with them. Are they still watching?"

I reported, "No, I scared them away with one look."

He suggested, "Well, just keep the curtain open and I bet they'll come back, especially if you keep massaging those perky tits of yours."

I smiled and shrugged. Sure enough, as I played at squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, I could see my audience gathering again on the other side of the road, although now they were trying to be sneakier by peeking from below the windowsill. I told Brent, "Those guys are back watching me again."

Brent replied, "Oh, yeeaaahh," as he rubbed the end of his cock. 

It had been several minutes since I had looked over at Marcie. Glancing at her now, I noticed that she had one of her hands in the front of her jeans, which were now unbuttoned and unzipped, but were otherwise still up around her waist. Let's just say that adorable Marcie was not the shyest girl around.

Breaking my attention away from Marcie, Brent suggested, "Ok, baby, now you know what to do. You need to take off that little skirt you're wearing and show us all what's underneath." 

Pretending not to notice my watchers across the road, I faced the window, sitting sideways up on my knees in the chair. I unzipped my skirt from the back and wiggled my butt free as I bunched it down to my knees and pulled it off the rest of the way. My legs were bare, so that move left me wearing only my lacy pink g-string panties. I posed so that my webcam could take in my butt, thighs, and crotch in profile and so that my nerds could take me in from the front. Then, I faced the back of my chair and bent over with my legs spread slightly apart so that the cam could get a view of my little rear end and the folds of my pussy lips, just barely visible underneath my slightly-transparent panties.

Brent responded, "Oh, yes, baby. You're so hot. Are they still watching?"

Still kneeling, I turned around to face him on the chair and silently confirmed that they were still watching me with a nod. I was starting to feel bad for playing with them. I did think they were nice and I thought that there was a good chance that Brent was just trying to torture them somehow.

Brent ordered, "Ok, now take your panties off and present your body to them in front of the window. Then, wave them over. Try not to scare them off." 

I got up off of the chair and faced away from the window, so that the guys could watch me bend over, keeping my legs crossed and straight, as I lowered my panties to the floor. I then stood up slowly and turned my head to look back at them. I flashed my most adorable smile and I gave them a little wave. They froze for a moment, but then they realized I wasn't angry. They all smiled and waved back. I turned and tapped my hand against my shaved pussy a couple of times as I beckoned for them to come over. I watched them engage in a brief discussion and then they all raced around getting their coats and rushing out the door. 

I looked over at Marcie and shrugged, as if to say, "What should I do?" Marcie wasn't a big help, since her pants were fully off, now, and she was gently rubbing the front material of her panties, seemingly in rhythm with my boyfriend's stroking. She just grinned at me and put a finger to her lips to remind me that I was supposed to be alone. I decided that Marcie would just have to be another of the many surprising things that happened to my nerds that night. 

Soon, there was a knock at the door. I informed Brent and he said, "Good, I bet those geeks think that at least one of them will be getting laid tonight, probably for the first time. Go let them in and have them follow you into view on the webcam."

I got up and answered the door, still nude. On the other side was a huddle of my five nerds, breathless and a bit sweaty from their speedy run down and up stairs. I smiled and said, very quietly, "Come in. I'm Skyping with my boyfriend right now, but if you're good, you might have some fun with us. My friend Marcie is here, but don't say anything about it to Brent. He doesn't know she's here and it's kind of a fun secret for us." I wasn't sure whether they actually processed anything I said. They all seemed distracted by having trouble figuring out which part of me to stare at. I decided to help them by stepping back for a moment into my apartment and spinning around slowly. I told them, whispering, "Yes, I'm a hot naked woman. A real one! Plus, there's another one in here with me. Tell me when you think you've stared at my tits, ass, and pussy for long enough." 

They did spend a couple of minutes eating me alive with their eyes, but then Frank said, "Ok, come on guys. Be cool. Let's go inside, before someone walks by." 

I nodded, approvingly, at Frank and I instructed them, "Please follow me over to the computer."

The five guys filed into the room and followed a couple of steps behind me until I reached my desk. I sat in the chair and the guys crowded around me. On the screen, Brent had hidden his cock under the desk he was sitting at. The screen showed only his face staring back at us. He said, "Hey, geeks. The hot naked girl you were staring at is my girlfriend. I have convinced her to give you all lap dances, if you do exactly what I say." 

After pausing, he added, "Wow, you are some ugly motherfuckers! This must be the closest you've ever been to a naked woman before. None of you have even had sex, have you?" All of them shook their heads to indicate that Brent was correct. He continued, "Have any of you even kissed a woman before?" In response, only Carl muttered, "There was one time at camp..." 

Brent shook his head in disgust. He said, pointing to Frank, "You, short, chubby one. Claire is going to give you a lap dance. The rest of you, find a place to sit and patiently wait for your turn." The other four guys sort of mulled around confused until Marcie patted the seats on the couch on either side of her. They were probably nervous about sitting down beside her without her pants being on, but her welcoming expression convinced Carl and one of the other small nerds to sit down. The other two guys found seats at my little dining table, which kept them within just a few feet of where I was sitting. The dining area in my tiny apartment is basically in the same space as my living room; it's like a little nook off to the side of my apartment opposite from the window that I was sitting beside. 

I turned and saw Frank nervously shaking behind me. I smiled broadly at him to try to make him more at ease and then I stood up and moved the chair back a few feet. I gently told him, "Please, sit here," gesturing to the chair. I waited for him to settle into the chair. I couldn't believe how much his hands were trembling. I hoped that his nervous energy didn't bounce me off, once I began. 

When Frank sat down, Brent said, "Ok, don't you want the full effect? Take your shirt off, fatty. Let me see what you've got." Frank reluctantly pulled his shirt off and Brent started laughing, hysterically. Brent taunted, "Frank, have you ever heard of exercise? Look at those tits. They're bigger than Claire's! I don't think you're ever going to get laid. This is the closest you're ever going to get, so you'd better enjoy not quite fucking."

I was getting annoyed at Brent, because of his ordering me around like he owned me and because he was being so cruel to the guys. I could only imagine what he was going to do to humiliate the others. From behind the chair, I massaged Frank's shoulders, hoping that I could get him to relax. It seemed to help a bit. In any case, my massage was cut short by Brent's order, "Come on, bitch! Lap dance time! It will be like girl-on-fat-girl from my perspective, given the size of Frank's tits."

I got between Frank and my desk. Smiling at him, I got up on his lap by straddling his legs. Brent commented, "I bet it wasn't easy to straddle those chubby thighs of his." I pressed my crotch into his stomach and wrapped my legs around the back of the chair. He really wasn't all that chubby; he just seemed rounder because he was so short. Brent was just being a dick. I could feel his hard erection against my ass as I pushed against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward to push his face between my breasts. Then, I started rolling my middle so that my pussy rubbed against his belly and my ass rubbed against the crotch of his pants. As I did so, I could hear Brent say, "Oh, yeah. Isn't that nice, fatty? Remember, don't put your hands on my girlfriend, geek."

I tilted my head down and whispered in Frank's ear. I said, "Frank, just ignore that asshole. When I finish your lap dance, please go over and take your clothes off out of sight of the webcam. Tell the others to get naked, too." 

Looking over Frank's shoulder as I grinded him, I heard Marcie say to the guys sitting on either side of her, "The first one who has the balls to remove my sweater gets to feel my tits. Who's it going to be?" Marcie loves cock more than almost any woman I've met, other than me, and it was clear that she was particularly horny tonight. I knew that the appearance of these guys wouldn't discourage her, since they were the best options available at the moment. I caught a glimpse of Carl get to the waist band of her sweater first. He helped her pull it off and then tentatively began sliding one finger over them. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She said, "No, I need you to squeeze them. Come on, you need to learn how to grope, buddy." With that, he became more assertive and started squeezing them and, with some prodding from Marcie, pinching her nipples. Before I was done with my position on Frank's lap, I saw Carl kneeling on the couch, poised to start using his mouth on Marcie's tits.

Satisfied that I had done the forward straddling portion of my lap dance for long enough, I stood up and turned around to point my ass in Frank's direction. I leaned forward and backed up, spreading my legs. I gently pressed my ass against his bare chest. Rubbing it up and down, I could feel his chest hair tickling my rear end. I continued ass-rubbing him, gradually making my way down to his belly until I was sitting on his lap, facing in the direction of the desk. I put my hand between his legs on the chair for leverage and balance, so that I could grind my pussy on his crotch. Frank's cock was straining for freedom against the zipper of his pants and my rubbing must have made things even worse for him. As for me, all of this rubbing had made my pussy very slippery and I left some evidence of it on the front of Frank's pants.

Brent was stroking while he watched me ride Frank, but he stopped to say, "Ok, Claire, that's enough fun for Frank. I don't want him to cum. He can go masturbate on his own, later. I don't want to disrupt his daily routine of making love to his hand."

I climbed off of Frank and stepped aside. As he walked out of the view of the webcam, Brent said, "One of the little guys. You're next. Come on up." I watched as Frank took his clothes off out of the camera's view and as he quietly instructed the others to take theirs off. Carl had his lips attached to Marcie's tits and a hand down the front of her panties. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning. The other guy beside her was staring at the two of them with a pained expression on his face, no doubt regretting having been too slow to help Marcie with her top. Frank interrupted the action on the couch and Marcie had an expression of sheer joy on her face as she realized all of the guys were getting naked. She hurriedly ripped off her own panties, presumably not wanting to be an oddball.

I sat back down at the chair and smiled sweetly at Brent. I said, "Having fun, baby? Before I do another lap dance, I just realized that I wasn't finished the first one for Frank." Frank was now standing naked, facing me off toward the kitchen area. His fat hard cock was pointing directly at me. I thought to myself, "Chubbiness is a very good thing in some contexts." I motioned for him to come over and, as the image of his body from waist to thigh came into view of my webcam, I said, "Oh, will you look at this cock, Brent? I think that this is destiny, don't you? I mean, who would've thought that someone you said would never get laid would have his cock literally inches away from my lips." Then, I smacked my lips to taunt him.




Nerds Love Me



Brent said, with a panicked look in his eyes. "Claire, don't! Don't you dare do it!"

I replied, "Really? It's just hard for me to know the boundaries. I mean I was just grinding my pussy on Frank, so do you think sucking this beautiful cock would be going too far? It just seems so inconsistent, don't you think?"

"Claire, if you do that we're over," Brent threatened. 

I teased, "Do what?" As I asked this rhetorical question, I leaned forward and touched the end of Frank's cock with my tongue, giving it a little flick, and then pulled back. Frank gasped. 

Brent said, getting very angry, "CLAIRE!"

"Oh, you mean licking it is out, then? What about this?" I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip of Frank's cock, sucking it in and out a few times, before I returned to face Brent. He was fuming and pounding the desk in front of them with his fist. I said, "What, too far? What about this?" I took the base of Frank's cock in my hand and pulled him toward me so that I could pull the length of his dick into my mouth. I held it there and said, "mmmmmm," looking at Brent as I did so. I said, "I mean it is hard to resist. This cock is 3-dimensional and yours is so pathetically 2-dimensional, right now. I then turned my focus to the important business of cocksucking. I gave Frank's dick a tongue bath and then wrapped my lips tightly around the knob. 

To my surprise, just as I put my lips around the knob, Frank grunted violently and shot a load of cum into my mouth. I tried to hold the end of his cock tightly with my lips, but I wasn't ready for him to have an orgasm so soon. Frank's cock popped out and most of his cum spilled down my chin and my neck and some dripped onto my legs. At that point, all I could hear was Brent laughing and taunting Frank for cumming so soon. It wasn't even all that soon. I mean, I HAD been grinding on him before I started sucking his dick. With cum dribbling down my upper body, I said, "Brent, you really are an asshole. I'm turning the audio down now, so I won't be able to hear you. You can still watch. I mean, if you can handle watching me and Marcie show these nice guys a very pleasant evening. We'll try to keep our activities within view of my webcam, so that you'll know exactly what you're missing by going away all the time and by being such a jerk to people. Honestly, I don't think I'll want to date you anymore. Look how easy it is to find nice guys that aren't so far away." 

I massaged Frank's now shrinking cock. He looked very embarrassed. I thought he would have probably run away if I weren't holding tightly onto his dick. I told him, "Don't worry, Frank. You're supposed to cum like that. Otherwise, I'd be insulted. Normally, I'd have swallowed but you took me by surprise. Can you grab a towel for me from the kitchen?" 

As Frank went on this errand, I turned down the volume on my speakers, mercifully eliminating the sound of Brent's angry ranting, and I positioned the camera so it had a fuller view of the room. When Frank returned, I wiped myself off and told him, "Go have a seat and rest. I hope that we can fool around again when your cock is revived. If you watch Marcie and me with the others, I'm sure that it won't be very long."

Turning my attention over to Marcie's activities, I noticed that she now had Carl lying down on the couch. She had a hand supporting Carl's cock so that it was pointed straight up and she had her mouth hovering over and ready to envelope it. The other guy on the couch was squished against the other end, staring only a few inches away from Marcie's ass. I said, joking, "Be careful, Marse, these guys haven't done anything with a hottie like you before, so that thing will be a bit trigger happy."

She replied, "Yes, I thought of that, so I think we should get one out of the way for them. After that, they will last longer." As though Carl's cock was listening to our discussion, when Marcie wrapped her lips around it, his whole body jerked and Marcie made a muffled "mmff" and then several gulping sounds. Unlike me, Marcie managed to keep her guy's spill contained. Once she was certain that his cock was fully drained, she released it from her mouth and rested her head down on his stomach for a moment. She said, "That was nice, Carl. Now scoot, because it's Steve's turn." She rolled off of him into the couch and smacked Carl's ass as he hopped up. Apparently, Steve was the name of the other one that was sitting on the couch, because she directed him to lie down and positioned herself on top of him, just as she had with Carl. 

As Marcie was setting up her next lucky partner, I sat down cross-legged on the living room floor, gratified that Brent was still watching me. He didn't look happy, but apparently he wasn't mad enough to stop masturbating. I motioned for the two guys in the kitchen that weren't Frank to come join me on the floor. One of them was the very tall, fat one and the other was one of the smaller ones, so I directed the big one to get on his knees, bringing his shockingly long, thick penis to my mouth level. The littler guy didn't need to kneel, so I just positioned him toward my left. His cock was much larger than I would have expected, given his size, but it was smaller and thinner than the bigger guy's. Smiling up at the camera and making blissful facial expressions to irritate Brent, I used each of my hands to stroke both of their cocks at the same time. 

I was just about to start alternately sucking those two hard dicks, when the big guy (his name was actually Clint) shot his load all over my right hand. Just seconds later, the littler one came, too, (his name was Wayne, as it turns out). I said, "Wow! Thanks for the compliment, boys." I looked over at Marcie and watched her swallow another load of semen. I realized that we now had five guys with temporarily limp dicks on our hands. Marcie seemed to be thinking the same thing. We looked at each other and smiled, wickedly. 

Marcie said, "Ok, guys, now that that's out of the way, please gather around the living room, so that Claire and I can inspire you." Marcie crawled off of the couch and made her way toward me as Clint and Wayne backed away to sit down on the floor at the edge of the room. I was still sitting cross-legged with globs of semen dribbling down my arms. That didn't deter Marcie, who immediately pressed her lips against mine once she was close enough. I put my arms around her and we started tongue-kissing each other hungrily. As we kissed, she kept coming forward and pushed me down onto my back. I felt her hand rubbing my moist pussy lips. She pushed her middle finger between them and into my opening. My clitoris was pounding. 

She released my lips and sucked hard on my nipples. Next, she removed her finger from my pussy and held my hands to the floor as she slid her body up mine until her legs straddled my face. Marcie then slowly lowered her crotch down onto my lips and gave me my first experience eating pussy. I sucked her pussy and slid my tongue around in her opening before I started focusing on licking and sucking her clitoris. She started to moan and scream and, after only about a minute, her body seized and she pressed her pussy hard onto my tongue and lips, soaking my face with her orgasm.

Marcie rolled over and lay beside me, panting. I looked around and noticed that all five of our nerds were stroking hard cocks again. I said to Marcie, "I think our guys are ready again. What do you want to do? And, before you answer; no, you can't have them all for yourself." 

Marcie said, "No, it's you're apartment, so you should get three. I'll take my buddies from the couch." 

I replied, staring at the ceiling, "Thanks, Marse! Frank, come over here, baby."

I got on my hands and knees and instructed him, "Frank, you're going to fuck my pussy from behind." I positioned myself, so that the webcam displayed me to Brent sideways. My creepy former boyfriend was still watching, pathetically whacking himself off to my betrayal of our relationship. 

Frank got on his knees and into position and I gasped as he slowly slid his cock into my almost-dripping-with-moisture pussy. I told him, "Start sliding it in and out slowly and, once you get into a rhythm, you can slam your cock into me as fast and as hard as you want." Frank simply groaned in response, enjoying the view of my pussy wrapped tightly around his thick penis. 

As Frank fucked me with gradually increasing speed, I said, "Clint, your dick is huge. I thought it would be best for Frank to do me first. Mmmmmm. He's getting me all wet and ready for you. Once he cums, it's your turn. Wayne, I want you to get underneath me and suck my pussy right now."

Wayne walked over and lied down in front of me. He slid his body toward me and I kissed him passionately upside-down as his face slid by on its way between my legs. I made a loud "u-uu-uh!" sound as his lips made contact with my pussy and his tongue started poking around for my clitoris. He wasn't great at knowing where his tongue should be, but avoiding Frank's cock narrowed down his options enough so that he could barely miss my button with his mouth and tongue. A few minutes passed this way until I felt Frank push the length of his cock hard into me and hold it there. I felt it spasm a load of cum deep into my pussy. The combination of Wayne's tongue and Frank's orgasm sent me screaming with pleasure. My body tensed and shook violently as I came hard, pushing my ass back against Frank, who held on tight to my hips so that I didn't shake loose. 

Frank kept his cock quivering inside of me as I recovered. Once I was more coherent, I looked over at Marcie. Carl was in the process of fucking her from behind, which she seemed to be very much enjoying. Steve was kneeling in front of her and she was gently stroking and sucking his cock, presumably so that he'd be prepared to take Carl's place, when necessary. I said, "Frank, you were outstanding. Now, please give big Clint a turn, will you?"

Frank slid out of my pussy and I braced myself for the thick slab of meat Clint was about to thrust into me. I was certain that it was the biggest cock that I had ever had when I felt the opening to my pussy stretch to accommodate just the tip. Now, having ordered him to lick me, I thought it would only be polite to suck on Wayne's cock. With him still playing with my pussy with his tongue from underneath, I lowered my lips to take his cock into my mouth. As Clint started fucking me faster, I thought that the whole bottom half of my body was filled with nothing but thick, hard cock and it was impossible to control my arousal. I soon had an orgasm that seemed to last for several minutes. I was forced to release Wayne's cock from my mouth so that I could let out a continuous stream of high-pitched moans. 

Although my mind was occupied, I experienced a foggy perception of Wayne crawling from underneath me and Marcie crawling on top of him and sliding his cock into her pussy. When I could gather my thoughts amidst the pounding that Clint was giving me, I assumed (correctly, as it turned out) that Marcie had brought her two guys to orgasm already and thought it was only fair to give Wayne's cock a chance to feel the inside of a pussy. 

Clint seemed to thrust into me forever, slapping his giant balls hard against my pussy lips and his belly hard against my ass again and again. His pounding kept me in what felt like a constant state of orgasm, until he finally rammed me one last time, lifting my shins up off of the floor as he shot his load deep inside of me. Exhausted, my arms collapsed onto the floor with my butt and legs still up in the air, held up by Clint's arms under my stomach and his slowly shrinking erection. He held me elevated that way with my face pushed into the carpet for a few minutes. I guess he wanted to make sure that he squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of this experience. As he held me in that position, I looked to my right and watched Wayne cum into Marcie as she masterfully rode him to orgasm.

Eventually, with cum dripping down both of our legs, we hugged and kissed each of our five nerds and thanked them for a fantastic evening. As they got dressed, I noticed that Brent had disconnected our Skype session at some point during Marcie and my little orgy. Marcie and I had a shower together and then we slept naked together in bed. I guess you could say that we've been even closer friends since that night. 

I haven't spoken to Brent since then. Instead, I have five new boyfriends to play with, who are basically at my beck and call. If they ever find other girlfriends, I'll be happy for them. It's cool, because Marcie and I often go hunting for other young nerds like our neighbors across the street. They are so nice and grateful, and they are always virgins, so the chance of getting an STD from them is zero. Plus, they're very smart, as nerds tend to be. Marcie and I find their glee at being able to have sex with hotties like us to be contagious. It makes us feel worshipped and appreciated and that always makes the sex very hot for us. I've never had better orgasms, even though our nerds tend to need a bit of coaching and they do often squirt a little too quickly at first.



Nerd's Revenge



Dylan was your typical nerd or geek in every sense of the word. Standing at 5' 10" and weighing in at a dripping 150lbs. He wore wire framed glasses, and lived the geeky life. Living in Arizona he kept his tan in par with the rest of the humans. You could see him typing away at his computer in the park after classes.

With a clean cut, and even cleaner shave where his balls rested. His brown hair kept short so he never had to comb it. He only had to use his fingers, which were well rehearsed from other areas.

He played the violin which served as his outlet from the electronics grab. He was like any other 19 year old male, horny as hell. He could feel his cock getting hard every time a female student wore a tight skirt in his direction.

High school had proven a big disappointment, but he knew from his sister that college would prove different. So he hunkered down and got good grades, and played in the school band. He didn't have to worry about going to parties or drugs, because he was never in the cool crowd. He knew his large 10 inch cock would be a knock out sooner or latter. His balls always seemed to hang low. He loved how they banged up into his ass when he got a little excited with his masturbation.

He was a freshman at ASU and things weren't going very well. He wasn't chosen in the band try outs, and college clubs didn't inspire him. He was sipping on a coffee looking for some motivation. He thought about going to the dorm, after renting some porn to relieve his frustration. A good orgy would get him going, like always.

He loved marathon masturbation, bringing himself to the point of cumming only to stop. Jumping up and down. Breathing a little then playing with his anus teasing him so. "Gosh control yourself," he thought out loud.

Someone in a flower dress walked by and gave him a smirk, Which distracted him long enough to realize his hand was wearing a whole through his pants. Embarrassed he grabbed his coffee, and stumbled off to the porn store. She wasn't going to let him get away. She craved a big cock inside her, and a fist up her slutty ass. The indentation left from his pleasure ensured she would see him again. Heck she was going to stalk him.

Arriving at the porn store the girl with two piercings on her face a diamond stud in her nose and a loop in her lip. She greeted the regular customer with a smile. He really liked her because he knew she put out, or at least that is what he fantasized about.

Her white blouse revealed as much cleavage as a porn store would condone. Showing off a pair of C cups, perky with her barely legal age. The store manager kept the place cool in the coming summer heat, and her succulent nipples tried in vane to rip past the shirt. Her nipples were complemented with a set of pig tales which provided the needed coverage.

She had great customer service, all she had to do was to tweak her other lip piercing. This sent shock waves through her body. It helped her get through the day, and provided great customer service. Provided she could go home for dinner and relieve herself halfway through her shift. She didn't mind wet panties from multiple cums, but the pressure to release herself was too much.

He shuffled through several tittles on the shelf. Drooling over the previously watched DVDs, as she attending to cleaning the returned DVDs. She was trying to get them all done before, what she called "The ball and chain crowd" showed up.

He decided on a previous tittle which he would quickly go right too chapter 3. Where the second girl would show up with the rope. He smiled as he approached "How are things going Stacy?" he asked.

"I so need to go to dinner," she exclaimed. He placed the tittle on the counter and handed the membership card as though he did a thousand times before. "We just got the sequel to that tittle Dylan," she spoke. He nodded acceptably, and proceeded to put the tittle back on the shelf. With an unnoticeable wiggle she smiled and said, "I can put that back for you, I have to put all these back too," she spoke while controlling her urges.

"Well I can see several tittles that were missing on the shelf, let me put them back for you," he excitedly spoke. With out hesitation he grabbed the four orgy tittles from the counter and headed back to the shelf. Almost instantly as he turned she ran her hand over her crotch. She shocked herself in more than way. As she felt her hand caress her cotton pants. She quickly pushed her hand back and forth, and then gained control. Her panties fresh with phonemes from a dripping pussy.

She placed the video in a plastic bag, and then handed back the id, as Dylan came back. She made sure not to use the hand which may have some pussy scent to it. It probably didn't matter since it was a porn, but her consciousness was alert. She rarely used her hand, that was one of her rules. "Thanks for giving me a hand, I can leave a little earlier for dinner now," Stacy said swiftly.

"Any time Stacy have a great day." He then walked slowly out the door.

She flashed a delivish smile. "Bye Dylan!" 

She couldn't believe it the guy with a large cock had to go to a porn store. Jen wasn't shy one bit. "Hi how are you doing?" she spoke. While waiting for the same light to cross the street. Holding onto the DVD he tried to hide the porn. As though you could see through the white plastic bag Stacy had put the movie in.

"Uh hi I am doing great," he managed to speak. Realizing she was the lady in the flower dress, and that he just came out of a porn store. He could only hope she didn't see him. "My name is Dylan, are you going to ASU?" he said. His white showed as he smiled. He was proud of himself now gaining back some confidence he lacked earlier.

"Nice to meet you Dylan, I play the cello , and am majoring in music," she said as she extended a hand out to Dylan, "My name is Jen." He noticed her white skin, and her long slender radius as it twisted out to him. Her fingers walked up to her freshly painted clear nails. A conservative dress, all but hid her busty chest. From the movies he had to guess with DDs which went commando. Her long curly brown hair almost hid her deep blue eyes trying to penetrate him. So focused on the soft smile and perfect teeth he almost missed her hand. "He's trapped," she said to herself.

As the light turned green they crossed together and on the other side proceeded through the conversation. "Would you like to get a bite to eat Jen?" Dylan asked.

"Sure I was just about to head home my roommate is making spaghetti," Jen explained. "Petra always makes more." "Please come over for dinner." Walking briskly now they hustled back to the place as if the anticipation was building. They conversed about string instruments, and suddenly she realized she might become trapped.

Reaching the steps he opened the door for her, and she flashed her seductive smile at him. He placed his hand on the small of her back and followed her in. He had to control himself. The slender ass was tempting him, which rested just beneath his clammy hand. When they went inside Petra was no where to be found. "Well do you like peanut butter sandwiches?" she asked.

"Sure," he responded. He was really thinking of eating her out and was a little disappointed. He wasn't there licking off her sweet cum which flowed from her tender lips. He could almost taste it. Little did he know she had some precum dripping onto her black panties. She was thinking about that large cock. Her perfume had hidden her lust.

He thought everything was going great until he put the orgy down on the table. The plastic had been pulled back from his carelessness or lack of attention. As he placed the sandwich in his mouth Jen saw the tittle. "Ohh I am was getting that for my dorm mate," he explained. She smiled and went over to the couch in the living room. He couldn't imagine what was happening now. His cock was pressed hard against his pants. A gorgeous woman and all he wanted to do was leave. Dam porn!

"It's ok I just rented the same tittle," she spoke. Now holding the DVD up the air. She noticed his nervousness and tried to normalize it with Petra's porn. "I love the part where she is taking it in the ass." "His cock has to be at least 9 inches."

Relieved he took a breath and swallowed. "I haven't watched it yet," he spoke gingerly. Forgetting he was supposed to be getting it for his dorm mate. With out hesitation she bent over and the TV roared to life. She came back over, and placed her hand on the back of his neck.

"Don't worry the movie takes a good ten minutes," she said.

"Oh uh I see." He lost any confidence he had now.

She looked at her sandwich and then went to the rest room instead, leaving him. The typical porn scene played out in the back ground. He was dumbfounded. Just a couple hours ago he was caught petting himself. Only now he is eating a sandwich, while porn played, and a hot lady was in the bathroom. He decided to pet himself again. Maybe there was a genie in there. He was no longer hungry for bread.

As the bathroom door closed she pulled up her dress up and peeled off her wet black panties. Flinging them with her manicured toes she nailed the hamster. She then turned on the water with one swooping motion of the hand. Falling back on to the toilet, she had to relieve herself. Four fingers slid into Jen's pussy with a successful moan. She pushed and pulled for a few seconds. Then as neatly as a nun, she washed her hands and returned into the kitchen.

The Moaning in the other room was deafening now. He turned to her and stood up. With out hesitation she latched onto his cock, and locked onto his lips. Her lusty lips now wide open to purge his drooling mouth. Sucking down with amazement his eyes grew big. He didn't realize she was pushing her body into him. This sent him into the living room. Ending the release she looked into his sexing eyes.

With out verbal consent she grabbed his pants and yanked them off. The force sent him onto the couch, allowing his ankles to come up off the floor. His cock leaped into the air as to salute her. "O my its so big!" climbing up his half bare legs. With one fluid motion his pants fell to his feet, as her hands slid the rest of the way into his shaven crotch.

"Oh yes give it to me yes!" "It's so hard!" "mmmmmmmmm," the TV screamed.

Trying to hide his now growing moans, "Ohhhh!" Jen didn't waste any time swallowing the cock down to the base. "Oh god!" he moaned aloud. She relaxed, and moved her tongue against his rock hard shaft while shoving his massive rod into her throat. With evoking force she pulled her mouth back to the tip. She flashed her gorgeous smile once again. While still consuming the tip. "Ohhhhhh my, yes yes!" Her hand now cupped his balls holding them gently.

Between watching the girl on the TV take it up both holes and his cock worshiper. He felt as though he was headed to the moon. With his delight she went deeper into her mouth, each time she went down on the shaft. Helping her go deeper he placed his hands on her head, and went in tune with her rhythm. After several minutes of watching and feeling her vacuum. He was about to explode. 

"Ohh stop, stop please!" He let go of her head. "I need too stop before I cum!" he screamed. She released his cock, and sucked down a huge gulp of air. Still holding his cock in her hand, while the other hand was caressing his balls. She look submissively at him. "You want it up your ass don't you?" he spoke. Not believing his own words. She just looked at him helpless in his control thinking of that hot rod pushing deep inside her. "You want my long shaft up that tiny ass?"

"Yes! Yes!" she answered. She quickly positioned her self on the couch with her ass hanging high in the air ready to be fucked.

"Oh god, yes harder!" "Harder!" The TV screamed, "Mmmmm!" "Oh yes!" He reached down like a quarter back. Sliding his hands down the petite ass crack as the dress hung onto her now arched back. Spreading the cheeks wider as his hands went down further. He followed with his tongue slow and methodical.

"Oh god!" Jen moaned. The anticipation was killing her. All she could do was focus on the wall in ecstasy. She didn't dare look at the TV flashing hot anal sex of things to come.

Dylan's long tongue met her sphincter, and intruded into her pink hole. His hands then slid down to her pussy's lips, exposing the swollen clit. With one hand pressing up against the clit, and the other hand finding another hole to hide in. Her juices were now dripping down his arms. Startled he stopped to lap up the sweetness. "Ohhh don't stop please don't, I can't take it," she screamed. Shocked he moistened her ass, and slid a thumb into, which she easily accepted the whole thing.

Dylan soon found his other three fingers running wildly into her pussy. Slamming and sloshing into her pussy. Jen rocked back and forth wanting it to go deeper. He pulled his thumb out and crawled up to the back her neck. "I want you so bad Jen," he said. Whle he kissed her nape.

"Oh baby push into me, I want your cock so bad." At the same time he was banging his cock against her soaking lips, which sent waves of intimacy into her clit. With a fluid motion he slid the tip along her lips. Then slowly went up her crack. Stopping as to tease her, he then pushed the wet tip into her. Her muscles wrapped around his enlarged cock causing her to jerk to and fro. Teasingly he pulled it out, and ran it up to the top of her crack. "Oh god you fucking tease!" "Fuck me, shove the massive cock into my hot tiny ass!"

Satisfied he pushed slowly and methodically at first. Letting his flesh split her in two. The raw ass smoothly stroked his throbbing shaft. Finally the whole cock invaded her. "Oh fuck me baby, Please I want to be fucked!" she moaned. Reaching down he stroked her clit as his shaft continued to throb inside her. He started fucking his slut like she wanted. Slow at first of course. Making sure he could see the tip before racing it back up into her tiny ass.

"Ohh it's so tight!" "Ohh my fucking god, I am gonna exploded!" he screamed. He continued to pound his little slut. Pulling the cock out of her ass until only the tip was inside. Then ramming the whole 10 inches into here again. He didn't want to stop the sensation was to much. 

"Mmmmmmmmm cum in me baby!" She was rocking back and forth wanting his cock deeper. "Fuck me harder!" Receiving her fourth orgasm her arms collapsed, and her face hit the pillow. She screamed into the pillow, "Fuck me!" Between the TV, and his little anal slut he couldn't control it anymore.

"Oh god!" He started to spasm. His legs began to quiver with the expectation of his climax.

"Fuck me harder baby, push it deeper, ohh harder deeper!" Jen screamed.

Grabbing her hips he started banging her ass with all his might. His balls slammed against her wet juicy lips. He wanted to cum deep inside her ass. Suddenly a hot burning liquid started to draw from inside. "I am cumming baby, oh fuck yea, oh god!" he moaned.

"Yes cum deep inside me, cum baby!" His cock disappeared into her ass and exploded deep inside her. Jen's tiny ass accepted, as he pumped several times to release all of his cum. Each time she could feel his hot cum deeper in her ass. Dylan could feel his cum surrounding his massive cock. Collapsing onto her with his cock still inside, he couldn't stand up anymore.

"Oh Dylan that was fucking great," she proclaimed.

"Ohh my god Jen I never had anything like that," he spoke. They sat they holding onto each other trying to recover. The front door suddenly swung opened as on cue. Petra then waltzed into the kitchen. "Stacy?"

"Dylan?"

"I thought you said your roommate's name was Petra," he spoke to Jen.

"That's her slave name hunny," she answered. A smile followed her answer, as the TV continued to moan and scream aloud.