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Carnal Campus Ch. 01

By: AnonOne



Joe Murphy tossed and turned on the bumpy hotel bed as sleep eluded him. He groaned as he glanced across the room at the other bed where his wife, Carol, slept peacefully. She always had a knack for falling into a deep sleep wherever they stayed the instant her head hit the pillow. The rumpled mattress and lumpy pillow only augmented his restlessness. The real reason he was sleepless was a nagging bout of sexual frustration.

He and Carol had been married for seven years. While they still made love regularly, it had become rather routine and flavorless. This trip had been an attempt to rekindle the flame in their marriage. They decided to take a break from the gray winter of Cincinnati by spending a long weekend in the Pennsylvania wilderness. They wanted to put some spice back into their sex-life. They found the perfect love nest to enhance their passion tucked away in the misty Poccono Mountains. The lodge had long ago taken on the reputation of a lover's resort. They made the trip with a great deal of anticipation, only to have it deflated two hours after their arrival at the elegant honey-moon-like suite.

Carol's mother had called with bad news (the old woman was a blood hound, but how she tracked the room number down this time left Joe bewildered). Carol swooned at the news from the phone. Joe immediately felt guilty. It seemed that her father was stricken with yet another minor stroke. They would have to cut short their romantic getaway by several days and head toward Philadelphia so that Carol could stay and help her mother through the terrible ordeal. Joe decided to stay only one day and head back home to Cincinnati to get an early start on his work for the summer courses he would teach at the new community college. Carol would probably stay for the next three weeks and fly home when her father was "recovered."

Joe stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room and grunted at this latest turn of events. The room they had booked at the lodge was called "The Palace Suite," because of the fabulous amenities. It had it's own private indoor swimming pool, sauna, hot tub, fireplace, reclining love seat, and king size waterbed. Now he was failing to get any sleep, much less sex, in a standard double room in an ordinary commuter hotel.

Earlier that evening, Joe had tried to exercise in an effort to defuse his tension. Unfortunately, his concentration during the work-out was disrupted by the various women running about in the exercise area in scanty clothing. The young firm flesh was barely contained by the string bikinis in the pool area. His eyes would always drift to the anatomies of the young nubile women whose large breasts swelled and long muscular legs flexed when they used the weight machines.

His ambivalent sexual excitement increased when he tried to escape to the sauna. He stripped to his shorts and sat down in the dry heat only to find that it was already occupied by a lovely blonde, clad only in a bath towel. She gave him a sly smile and would glance suggestively in his direction every time she adjusted her towel, thus revealing greater expanses of her golden skin. Murphy felt himself getting very excited as she slid closer to him and brushed his thigh with her hand.

"How hot do you think it is in here?" She asked teasingly, sliding even closer. Her hand rested on his thigh suggestively. He moved away, but she moved closer.

"I love the smell of a sauna--it reminds of good, sweaty, sex," the blond's husky voice drifted toward Joe, making his crotch twitch.

The woman smiled at Joe as she parted her thighs and started to finger herself. She lifted her knees and turned to face Joe on the bench, showing him how wet and pink her pussy was. Joe's eyes bore up her silky love-channel, imagining what it would be like to be caught in the velvety grips of her cunt. She giggled and pointed to the bulge in his shorts and the growing wet spot where his cock pressed against the fabric.

Embarrassed, Joe left the sauna and headed to the hot tub. It was empty. Maybe he could finally get some relaxation. He eased down into the gurgling hot water and closed his eyes, thankful for the much needed peace. After a few moments, he drifted off into a blissful sleep. His mind rolled through some rather suggestive fantasies around what he would have done with that blond in the sauna--if only he wasn't married. 

He awoke abruptly when he felt a gentle tug between his legs beneath the hot water. He was disoriented at first. He opened his eyes and looked through the thick steam rising off the churning water. The blonde woman from the sauna had followed him into the tub. Joe shook his head and pinched himself to make sure it wasn't just another "wet-dream." His eyes cleared and he saw that the woman was indeed in the tub with him, but she was sitting across from him with another man. 

The couple was locked in a passionate embrace and deep kiss. They seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was in there with them. Joe felt another tug between his legs and peered down to find that the young woman had stretched her leg across the tub and had rested her small foot in his lap. The other man was moaning and Joe noticed the angle of the girl's bent elbow, and realized what her hand was doing under the water. Through the bubbles he could see her thin fingers stroking up and down the man's erect penis rapidly while the man worked his hand feverishly between her thighs. 

He also noticed that the couple was completely naked. Embarrassed, Joe quickly looked away. He gazed intently at the potted plant against the far wall of the atrium area. He examined every detail of the leaves, trying to think of a way to leave the tub discreetly, without disturbing the two lovers. His concentration broke when he felt yet another nudge between his legs. He looked down in his lap and saw that the woman was deliberately working her toes inside his briefs. He glanced at her and she winked at him. She slid her small delicate foot inside his trunks and ran her graceful arch along his growing length. Like a cat's paw, her toes clutched his cock and she massaged his burgeoning piece with the pad of her foot.

Joe was torn between the wonderful sensations this flirtatious woman was submitting him to and his guilty conscience. He was afraid that the other man might discover what she was doing and become irate, or that an onlooker (possibly Carol coming down to check on him), would discover the three of them in this compromising position. The woman began to join the man's soft moaning and Joe became sure that the two lovers were sufficiently lost in their indulgence that they wouldn't notice his departure. Joe left before the situation in the tub got completely out of hand. He then headed directly for a cold shower in the locker room to protect him from an embarrassing walk back to his room through the lobby, thanks to the sizable erection in his briefs. 

He returned to the room hoping to find release by making love to his wife, but Carol had already fallen into a deep slumber. Defeated, he laid on the firm bed and gazed at the ceiling, his insomnia complete. Through the walls he heard muffled sounds of lovemaking coming from the room next door. The springs of the mattress in the other room sang a lusty song that caused Joe's temples to pound. The sounds were no longer muffled as the passion of the couple grew in intensity. He could now hear their lovemaking clearly, and he soon found that he had another erection throbbing between his legs. The woman next door was nearly screaming as the headboard thumped against the wall in a steady cadence. 

Joe glared at the clock on the night table and sighed as he calculated that the couple had been engaged in noisy sex for the last two hours. He looked over at his wife who slept through the whole thing and shook his head with disappointment. Joe miserably headed to the bathroom for another cold shower.

The next morning he tried to make love with Carol. She had slipped into the shower and Joe quickly disrobed and followed her. She resisted his advances, angry at his insensitivity, and reminded him about her poor father who was currently strapped to hospital bed with tubes running in and out of his body.

"How could you think about sex at a time like this?" Carol glared at him her arms holding him at bay defensively. 

Joe muttered and shook his head as he redressed and starting packing. Joe took up the suitcases and headed down to the car. In the corridor he bumped into a young blonde woman carrying an ice bucket and some cans of soda. He realized that it was the girl from the hot tub last night as he stooped to help her pick up the ice and soda cans that were knocked to the floor with their collision. She was only wearing a half-buttoned man's oxford shirt over her tan body. Joe gazed at her lovely body as the shirt blew open when she bent over to pick up her belongings. She smiled up at him and winked. "Hey, I remember you from last night, in the hot tub. You left just as things were getting real interesting." She smiled a wide grin, her pink tongue darted through her white teeth as she wet her lips and looked up at Joe teasingly. "I thought you two needed to be alone." Joe looked away and cleared his throat nervously.

"No way! You could have joined us we like threesomes," She blurted out giggling. "Besides you looked like you needed a hard, long, slow fuck last night," She said as she tilted her head up towards him. 

She reached out to touch his knee. The words seemed to roll off her tongue and drip from her mouth as her brown eyes cut through him. Joe stood quickly and tried to change the subject. The girl winked at him and padded down the hall in her bare feet. She turned at the door next to his room and smiled back at him as she quickly slid through the door. It figured that she was the one that kept him up all night. Joe shook his head and went out to the car trying to forget the devilish images flashing in his mind.

Joe and Carol drove for nearly an hour; a cold silence stood between them as they traveled the boring highway toward Philly. The road was very poor and the seams of the pavement sections jostled the car every few moments. The bumps developed into a regular rhythm and Joe amused himself by composing iambic pentameter couplets in his mind, patterned with the regular seams in the pavement. He shared his observation with Carol and she only responded with a whispered "Humph," and turned to stare out the window at the passing scenery.

Joe sighed and placed his hand on Carol's knee. He apologized for his frustration and for his rash advances that morning. He told Carol about the loud and horny couple and the innuendos dropped by the flirtatious blonde from the past night. Carol laughed and commiserated with her husband. She leaned her head on his shoulder and apologized for her recent coldness. They talked about the confusion and ill feelings they had both been experiencing and some of the tension was finally defused. Joe began to massage Carol's leg softly and she turned slightly spreading her legs. She moaned softly as his fingers slid down her inner thigh and traced the fabric of her panties beneath her skirt. Joe carefully set the cruise control at a lower speed and switched into the far right lane. With one had firmly steering the wheel, he slid the other hand inside Carol's panties and tickled her moist lips. Carol moaned and began to breath heavily as Joe's fingers found her clitoris. She shifted in her seat and reached for his lap. She unzipped his shorts and began to stoke his manhood as they drove down the road. Joe moved his fingers expertly and Carol began to whimper and writhe in the car seat. She arched her back and spread her legs wide as Joe's palm moved under her rump and he inserted his index finger deep inside her. He began to apply gentle pressure to her G1spot and Carol became lost in an ecstacy of multiple orgasms. Her hand pumped up and down his throbbing cock faster and faster as her body began to shudder with each climax.

"Uhhmm. Thank you," Carol whispered, smiling as she straightened back up in her seat, her hand still rubbing Joe's prick rapidly. Joe's face broke out in a sweat as he tried to concentrate on coming. He adjusted his seat and steering wheel levers to make more room for Carol to work. She gripped his cock with both hands and pumped it up and down. He put his hand on the back of her head and tried to guide her face to his lap. Her hands stopped moving abruptly and she turned and frowned up at him.

"No," she said softly and returned to an upright position in her seat, leaving his penis to slowly deflate in his open lap. She put her seat belt back on and stared back out the window. "I told you that I don't like to do that. I don't like the way it tastes and it makes me feel dirty," Carol complained.

"I know. . .but I need to--" Joe pleaded.

"I'm sorry, but I just think its wrong and I don't feel comfortable taking you into my mouth," Carol griped.

"If you loved me you would at leas--" "Dammit, Joe. I won't be manipulated like that. If you loved me, you wouldn't make it conditional on whether or not I acted like a whore in our bedroom," Carol fumed.

"I just need some variety. Is that too much to ask for?"

"Well, if you stopped fantasizing about those perky, tan, little, co-eds in your creative writing class you wouldn't have this problem. I swear, Joe, sometimes you act more like a horny high school football player than a tenured professor."

"Shit," he muttered under his breath as he turned away from her angrily.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't do it, you know I would if I could just get over my hang1ups, but right now I can't." Carol tried to apologize, but knew it wasn't going to help Joe in his current state. Tears pooled up in her eyes.

Joe pushed his flaccid red flesh back into his shorts and zipped up. An awkward silence returned for the rest of the trip to Philly. Once at Carol's parent's home a cold politeness returned to their conversational tone.

When they returned from the hospital they quickly ate dinner. Joe excused himself and kissed his mother on the cheek and turned to leave. His goodbye kiss with Carol had about the same affection. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment; a powerful exchange of regret, hurt and disappointment. There was a glimmer of hope as Carol walked Joe out to the car and helped him carry her bags into the house. They both agreed that maybe the time apart would give them both the time alone needed to sort their troubled emotions out. Carol turned and kissed him one more time as he opened the car door. This kiss held some promise. Joe sat in the car and watched her slowly walk back into the house.

Carnal Campus Ch. 02



Murphy intended to drive straight through, but at Pennsylvania's maximum speed limit of 55 mph, he soon realized it would be impossible. His stomach churned as he traveled at a snail's pace on the narrow highway that was bordered by continuous four-foot mounds of road-grime stained snow. The ugly plow dung reminded him of the truck-stop food he had ate earlier, but still couldn't digest. The landscape was dull and lifeless, even the sunset was gray. God--he hated this miserable state and couldn't bare to spend another evening in it. Elliot had obviously spent some time in Pennsylvania when he decided that "April was the cruelest month!" 

To make matters worse the state had a restrictive alcohol license. You couldn't even buy beer without going to a bar or a special liquor store. He felt like a fool when a grocery-store-clerk had scratched his grizzled chin as if perplexed at the notion of the local A&P actually selling real live beer. "Asshole!" the clerk had muttered when Murphy had made certain innuendoes about the governor's mother before leaving the store.

He passed yet another victim of the highway patrol's wolf pack and rechecked his speed. Every few miles he passed the only color splattered on the dull Pennsylvania canvas in the form of yellow caution signs that constantly reminded the motorists "STILL 55 MPH--AND PROUD," followed by reproachful listings of the penalties for breaking their precious law. One thing was for damn sure, they weren't spending any of those collected fines on improving the roads. 

Joe stopped at a small steel town just before the connection I-80 and I-81. He drove through the town and saw a motel advertised on the country road that led out toward the south. His car zoomed over the rolling hills past the farmlands. His eyes caught a glimmering neon light a few miles ahead and he slowed down thinking it was the hotel. As he came closer he realized that it was a small tavern. He decided he needed a drink and that perhaps he could check for directions when he got inside. He pulled into the parking lot and looked up at the neon sign. It advertised "SANDY'S SHOWBAR: exotic caged dancing girls inside." 

Joe laughed as he read the sign and surveyed the cars in the parking lot. This seemed like a strange location for a go-go bar. The remote location didn't seem to be affecting the patrons. The parking lot was nearly full on a Monday night. More intriguing was the bizarre mix of vehicles in the lot. Joe counted two BMW's, a few Audis, several pick-up trucks, a number of battered sedans and station wagons, three Cadillacs and one Mercedes. His Ford Explorer was the perfect addition two the odd mixture.

Joe went inside and was caught up immediately in the warm atmosphere and the rich music that flowed from the sound system. He went through a second door and looked toward the bar for an open seat. He was standing right next to the cage. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen danced toward him and leaned out of the cage and smiled at him. She stretched her long sinuous body, seductively arching her back like a predator cat. She flashed him a devilish smile and placed one long leg on his shoulder. The woman was nearly naked, but Joe could not pull his eyes from her dark blazing eyes.

"Hi. I'm Sable." She smiled at him as she pushed her raven hair off her shoulder and winked. Her ankle rested on his shoulder and her foot wiggled playfully in his hair brushing his left ear. His eyes moved slowly along the curves of her muscular calf and shapely tan thigh where a garter stuffed with dollar bills was wrapped around her leg. He dug into his pocket and reached for the first bill he could find, not caring what denomination it was. His hand caressed her leg on a slow path toward the garter where his money joined the dollars of the other patrons. She thanked him and went back to dancing. 

The other men at the bar laughed and smiled making room for him. The man sitting next to him shook his head, tears coming from the corners of his eyes because he was laughing so hard.

"Welcome to Sandy's, partner. Men come from miles around just to see Sable dance--she the best. Most of us go broke on Monday nights tipping her." Joe ordered a beer and nearly drained the entire draft, unable to pull his eyes from Sable's dark sinuous body. She seemed to be dancing just for him. She moved closer to him, her hips slowly bumping and grinding. Her flimsy costume could barely keep up with her slow deliberate movements. Her body was rippled with muscular tone, yet she was very sensuous and feminine. Joe's eyes were locked in a deep gaze of her savage beauty, torn between the depths of her fiery eyes and her marvelous body. She seemed to read his every thought and curiosity as she danced closer and closer. The spell was finally broken when the man next to him elbowed him and offered to buy him a drink.

"If you like that buddy--wait till she does her blanket floor dance. It'll blow you away."

Joe nodded his reply and returned his attention to Sable. She was captivating and mystical. She seemed to be lost in her seductive dance. He had been to strip joints a number of times when he was younger, but he had never had this experience before. Most of the strippers he had seen in the past where old and worn out. They methodically moved their hips in the same direction; eyes and faces locked in a dull, tired, and slack expression. Not this wonderful woman. She was putting on a private show for each person in this bar. She left the cage and came right over to where he was sitting. Joe's mind went blank as if she had just read it--emptying all the regret from the afternoon.

She danced closer and closer, until her muff was a mere few inches from his nose. Once again he shoved his hand into his pockets in search of more greenbacks to keeps this exotic woman close to him. She allowed his hands to explore her thighs each time he sent them up to tip her. Her garter became stuffed with his spending money. He knew his actions were compulsive, but he couldn't control himself. Sable smiled as his hands lingered on her thighs. She slowly wet her lips and began to lick her fingers suggestively. She began to fellate her fingers as she sensed Joe's excitement and dark longing. Joe felt the bulge in his pants throb several times and began to lose control. He couldn't believe the effect that this woman was having on him. Sable's ruby lips puckered around her fingers and her cheeks flared slightly as she gently sucked on them. 

Her eyes flashed at Joe, telling him that she could just as easily be slurping on his cock--if the State of Pennsylvania would allow it. As it was, her treasures were covered in her tiger striped thong bikini. She inched up on the stool and gave it a slight spin, making Joe dizzy from the sight of her lean, twirling body. The stool came to a stop with her pear-shaped ass pushed out just a few inches from Joe's face. Sable reached back with her sticky fingers and pushed gently on the sliver of fabric that covered her fruits. Her finger lingered there as she parted her thighs slightly and slid a finger between the fabric and her now exposed labia. He could see and smell her wet excitement. This woman was truly getting off performing for the horny men. She wiggled her shapely ass and slipped her fingers in and out of her slick pussy. She gave the stool one more spin as she licked her juices from her fingers with wide child-like eyes. She gave him a sly smile and flipped off the stool dancing across the room to tease one of the other patrons.

Joe mindlessly ordered another beer and drained the contents trying to wet his dry throat. The bartender gave him his change in singles and Joe held a few of them in the air. Sable tilted her head downward and flashed him another devilish smile. She bent over and rotated her hips then flew into a sexy pirouette. The man she was dancing for slid the tip into her garter and patted her on the rump. With the tip was a small white card. Joe stared at the card, then locked his eyes on her face. He wasn't sure why this nearly naked woman with an incredible body seemed to always force his gaze upward to her dark eyes. She strutted toward him and caused her body to bump and grind in wave-like motion as she got closer to him.

Sable reached her long leg up on the bar next to him and stretched until her crotch was nearly buried in his face. He slowly tipped her with all of the money, sliding each bill in one at a time as he caressed her thighs and made his tongue dart back and forth in her twat, careful not too let the burly bouncer see what was happening. Her loin cloth was too tight and he couldn't get to her clit. She cooed softly shifting her leg too make sure the bar manager couldn't see what Joe was up too. Joe put all eight dollars into her garter, wishing he had a hundred--wishing she didn't have tight panties on. He cunt was smooth and creamy and tasted like dark chocolate. She moaned slightly and moved away. She mouthed a "thank you, but we can't," and danced back toward the others.

Joe ordered another beer and drank it slowly, watching her dance for the other men in the bar. He reached for his cigarettes, never pulling his eyes from her twisting body. His pocket was empty and he reached into his jacket searching for his Merits, then remembered that he had stopped smoking five years ago. Sable began to work her way towards him again. Joe watched as her body moved like liquid steel to the jazzy beat of the honky-tonk music. His mind drifted, and suddenly he felt extremely guilty for being in a strip-joint while his wife was sitting at the side of her father's deathbed.

"Are--you--married?" Sable asked again slowly as she eased into the stool next to him and lit a cigarette.

"Huh?" Joe grunted as he shook the image of his wife from his mind.

Sable pointed to the large gold yoke on his left ring finger. It seemed to heat up like the coupling on a steam pipe as he tried to shove his hand in his pocket and ignore her question. Sable drank deeply from the beer he had ordered her and took a long drawl from her cigarette.

"I tried it once. All it got me was two kids and late alimony checks," she grinned. 

Close up he could see the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and around her smile. He peered at her and saw more signs of her age since she was no longer casting a spell with her dance. Joe felt a sudden kinship to Herod now that he could see Sable up close without an erection sapping all the blood from his brain. She hadn't aged gracefully, he decided.

"What's your name?" she asked as she finished the beer.

"Joe. Joe Mur--iray," Joe covered quickly.

"Well, Joe, if your lonely tonight, I get off at midnight and your welcome to join to me." She winked getting up to return to the dance floor. Her hand rested on his knee and she blew him a kiss of stale beer.

After a few more dances it was time for her break. He ogled her rolling buttocks and rippling muscles as she went into the back room. He continued to gaze in that direction long after she had disappeared through a back door. Joe mustered enough reserve to leave before he lost complete control and even more money.

He went to the parking lot and searched for his car keys as he approached his Explorer. A luxurious Jaguar was parked next to his car. The car appeared to be gently rocking. Joe casually went between the two autos and peered inside the window of the Jaguar. He saw Sable perched in the lap of one of the patrons from the bar. The rich bastard's pants were down around his ankles. Joe's eyes were fixed on the man's lap, where the contrast of Sable's tan thighs bouncing up and down on the man's white pole captured his attention. Sable's mouth open into a wide "O" every time she plunged downward on his cock of carved ivory skin. Her hands gripped the man's shoulders and she maneuvered her feet onto the car seat so that she could squat over him, cudgeling his cock faster and faster, swiveling her hips with each stroke. The car rocked violently and Sable grunted with effort as she fucked the man with wild abandon. The juices from her stuffed pussy coated the man's stiff rod, reflecting the mercury lights of the parking lot. Joe watched as the pale piston moved vanished and appeared rapidly as it was sucked in and out of Sable's wet cunt. 

She was grinning as the man moaned and writhed in his seat. She caught Joe in the middle of his voyeuristic act and winked at him. Joe nearly tripped trying to open the door and get inside his truck, certain that his embarrassment was showing on his astonished red face.

He pulled out of the parking lot and turned on the stereo, trying to forget Sable. Elton John was crooning about Marilyn Monroe being like "a candle in the wind." Joe recalled that Marilyn Monroe had made a movie called "The Seven Year Itch." Joe absently watched the road, scratching his trembling forearms that were grasping the steering wheel. When he finally reached the motel, he checked-in and spent two hours laying on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

He eventually slipped into a troubled sleep. His dreams were filled with dark fantasies featuring the various women in his life, namely Robin the receptionist for the English Department (who had the slender, leggy figure of a Vegas show-girl or for that matter her sexy teenage daughter, Kerri, who was currently watching his house), the two nubile co-eds interning for him, the young blond newlywed who sunbathed in the yard behind him, and the wives of friends and neighbors who lounged at the country club he belonged to all summer long like he does when classes are finished. Being a teacher at a community college had its fringe benefits--if you had the courage to take advantage of them.

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 03



Joe awoke from his dream-filled sleep, irritated at the wetness left on the sheets between his legs. He quickly showered, checked-out, ate breakfast and got on the road. He made excellent time once he crossed the Pennsylvania border. His mood had improved when he past the state capital and got on the junction of the highway that would soon take him home. The campus should still be relatively quiet, since the students were still on break. Maybe he could just relax and forget about his problems once he got home and could think without distractions. In three hours he was turning off the exit to the state highway that led to the campus, which was nestled in the countryside. Soon he passed through the town around the campus and headed down his street.

He turned the last curve just a block before his house and noticed that two cars were parked in his driveway. He slowed down and recognized Kerri's convertible Mustang parked in front of a sporty pick-up truck he had never seen before. Joe figured it belonged to Shane, Kerri's boyfriend. He went around the block and parked on a side street. He entered his yard from the side and quietly entered his side door unannounced. He gently let the door slip closed thankful that his dog was running out in the back yard. He could here muffled sounds coming from the bedroom.

Joe silently slid into his den and sat at his desk. He could peer through the keyhole of the door that led into the bathroom of the master bedroom. His den was locked and he was the only one with a key. He positioned the chair so that he could comfortably spy through the keyhole. He sighed wishing that he had spent the extra money on the video security system earlier that year. Pressing his eye to the hole he was treated to a wonderful sight.

Robin's daughter, Kerri, was kneeling on the bed over her naked boyfriend who was sprawled out and moaning. Joe could not believe what he was seeing. Kerri had definitely inherited Robin's good looks. She had the dark beauty of an Egyptian princess crossed with the perky athletic body of a high school cheerleader. Her tan body moved like liquid steel as she pleasured Shane. Kerri had his stiff cock in one hand as her lips locked around it's tip. She alternated pumping the base of his cock as her tiny pink tongue darted back and forth making small delicate circles underneath the hooded ridge of his tool. With amazing ease she slowly slipped his engorged cock entirely into her mouth making gentle sucking sounds as her lips worked down its length. Her cheeks were stuffed full with his cock. Her brown eyes gazed up at Shane with adoration. Joe nearly exploded in his own pants as he watched this intimate encounter.

Her eyes flashed at Shane as she increased the tempo of her mouth and throat. Shane's pre-cumm juices lathered and bubbled from beneath her working lips making it even slicker. Shane nearly wailed as she suddenly pulled her tight mouth from his flaming prick and smiled up at him. 

Shane quickly jumped off the bed and stood with his legs spread slightly. He grabbed Kerri's small torso and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She looked back at him doubtfully, but was willing to oblige him. She rose up on all fours as he positioned himself behind her hips. Without a hesitation he rammed his stiff pole between her ass cheeks and worked into her twat from behind. She gasped as his cock skewered her body. His hips swung in a powerful circle as he tried to drive deeper and deeper inside her. Kerri arched her hips to try and accommodate his thrusting. She turned her face away from him wincing. Shane was oblivious to the pain he was causing as he allowed his lust to release in a frenzy of fucking. He lurched twice and pulled his cock out of her pussy, spraying the comforter and pillows with the by-product of his need. The thick white lather sprayed on Kerri's back and even flung its globules into her radiant black hair. Kerri quickly caught his cock and pushed the spraying hose into her mouth and swallowed as he continued to cumm. He shuddered as she licked his prick clean and patted him on the ass. Shane's cock deflated in her mouth and Kerri gave it a playful, but gentle tug with her sharp white teeth. He sighed and reached for the beer on the shelf above the bed--one of Joe's beers. Kerri shook her head and pointed at the mess he made.

"Look at this!" she glared teasingly at him. "Now I'm going to have to change the sheets on this bed before the Murphies get home Friday--and I told you to stop drinking Mr. Murphy's beer. Your going to have to replace it." Kerri's well formed (and tan!) tits jiggled slightly as they thrust upward when she sternly put her hands on her hips. Joe couldn't believe how beautiful this young girl was. What was she doing with a thick-headed jock like this crude dumbass? She muttered and turned away from Shane as he smiled innocently back at her. Joe sat in his den and wondered just how many of his Heinekens had been wasted on this jerk. He lamented his beer even less than the fact that this exquisite young pussy had been lavished on this pig.

Shane had a wide satisfied smile on his face and burped as Kerri stripped the bed. She groaned in exasperation and threw the sheets in a pile and went into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her as her boyfriend just giggled and flopped on the bed with the remote control in his hand. Inside the bathroom she sat on the toilet and tried with much difficulty to remove a diaphragm. Joe suspected she was very new at this procedure. Joe watched as she finally managed to work it loose, wincing with some irritation. Joe was amused to see that she then thoroughly douched with a strawberry scented formula--he loved strawberries. Kerri then replaced the diaphragm and examined herself in the mirror.

Kerri stretched her short, but well built body as she stood before the full mirror. Joe was intoxicated by her young beauty. Her hands played softly over her skin, lingering at her breasts for a moment and then moving on down to her brown torso. Her fingers fleeted over her hips and converged just above her pubis. She explored her nether lips gently, her pinky finger gently flicking her budding clitoris. She moaned softly just before plunging both fingers inside her cunt. She reached up to the small bookshelf above the basin and pulled down one of the books and paged through it. Joe couldn't make out the title from his clandestine vantage, but it looked like one of his manuals for improving sexual techniques.

Kerri's lips moved slightly as she read. She seemed to be having difficulty with one of the words. A puzzled look crossed her face as she gave up sounding it out and read further. The whole time she read, her fingers twirled about faster and faster, until her thighs began to shudder slightly. She put the book down and bit her lip as she moaned and looked up at the ceiling, closing her eyes. Joe wondered what she was fantasizing about.

The wonderful moment was disrupted when a loud belch erupted into the room. Shane stood in the doorway grinning. His penis swinging between his legs. He laughed and pointed at Kerri.

"Whatcha doin'? Playin' with yourself? That what I'm for, baby," Shane slurred. 

"Maybe I am, Piggy. I figured you had fallen asleep," she giggled as she looked up at him. She smiled and ran across the bathroom and launched on top of him, wrapping her tan legs around his body. They started kissing and Shane grabbed her buttocks and walked across the floor with her still wrapped around him. They were wrapped in a deep kiss. Shane's organ came to life as Kerri moved up and down slightly against him in the passion of their kiss. Shane pushed her against the wall and tried to enter her, but he couldn't get the right angle. He let her slide down on to her own feet and she reached out to fondle his stiff rod. She wrapped her fingers around the tip and led him over to the shower. She turned the water on as they both stepped into the spray.

Kerri slipped down between Shane's legs and kneeled before his huge erection. She washed it with the bath sponge in long, slow circles. She teased him by kissing the underside of the tip while flashing him mischievous glances. She tug on his scrotum and looked up doubtfully at him.

"Are you sure there is enough milk in here for mama?"

"Enough to give mama a pearl necklace!" Shane hooted.

Shane's joke had been lost on her, but she continued to rub and stroke him playfully. She slowly bent forward and teased Shane's cock with her tongue. He shuddered and nearly slipped in the shower when she finally slid her hungry mouth down his length. Joe could here the slurping noises her throat made as she rapidly sucked his length in and out of her mouth. Shane closed his eyes and sighed. He reached with both hands and grabbed her wet, black hair in his fists and began to fuck her mouth. Joe couldn't believe that she actually responded by just sucking him even harder. She didn't seem to mind his frantic pace. Her lips simply expanded and took as much of his cock as he could shove into her working jaws. Her cheeks flared with effort as she kept up with his demand. The whole time that she pleasured him her dark brown eyed shined up at him. She seemed to love doing this for him. Shane was soon moaning rather loudly, the volume just barely louder than Kerri's gurgling throat. Kerri reached for Shane's buttocks and squeezed his asscheeks coaxing him on. Shane rammed his cock deep down her throat and Kerri accepted every inch of it. Shane wailed when Kerri abruptly swiveled her chin and pulled off his cock; an audible "plop!" filled the shower when his prick bounced free of her tight lips.

Kerri looked up at Shane, her eyes filled with adolescent love.

"Shane, will you go down on me?"

"Hell no! I'm no quiff-licker--that's for wussies!" Shane declared.

"But, I wanted to see if we could make each other feel good at the same time if we experimented with kissing each other dow--"

"No fucking way!" Shane said disgustedly.

Kerri tried not to let her disappointment show, but the hurt in her eyes was obvious. Shane reached down and pulled her to her feet. He looked into her eyes and told her how much he loved her. He clumsily reached out for the sponge and started to wash her neck and shoulders. Kerri fell for his romantic sniveling and turned to kiss him deeply as he fondled her breast and stroked her face while looking into her eyes and lying to her.

Joe couldn't believe the charisma of the drunken jock. He also couldn't believe that the stupid boy was afraid to pleasure her orally. Joe would gladly eat Kerri's pussy if given the chance. He lifted his weary head and rubbed the crimp in the back of his neck. He wasn't sure how long he had been watching the romantic escapades of the two kids who had turned his house into a love shack. His eyes quickly returned to the keyhole when he heard A soft thumping against the wall and the moaning and groaning coming from the shower. Shane had lifted Kerri high into the air and slipped his cock into her pussy as she wrapped her legs around his muscular torso for more leverage. He lifted her buttocks with both arms and planted her against the wall of the shower. This gave him just the right angle to reach deep inside her. Kerri gyrated her hips in small, but powerful thrusts as her cunt slipped up and down Shane's thick shaft. Shane's balls slapped at the back of her thighs as the two of them bumped together faster and faster. They locked lips and their bodies launched into a torrent of feverish screwing.

"Ohhhhh . . . Shaaaaane. . .yeeeessssssss! Keep fuckkkkiiiiing me--JUST--LIKE--THAT! Uhhhhhmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, oooooooooooohhhhhhhh. Come on baby just a-lit-tle-lon-ger-uhhhhmmm-al-mo-st-there-uhhhmmm, ohhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kerri's pent up desire finally released in a storm of passion.

Shane continued to pump into her as she came. He slipped in the tub and they both fell into the spray and sprawled on the floor of the shower. Shane stood back up and pushed his cock into her mouth once again. Kerri was quick to oblige him. Her mouth worked back and forth as she pumped the base of his cock with both hands. Shane's buttocks flexed and he started to cumm. Kerri pulled his spurting cock out and squeezed it tightly trying to stop the flow. Her finger were not fast enough and a load of thick white juice splashed onto her chin and down her neck and shoulders.

"That's a pearl necklace!" Shane hollered loudly as he guided his squirting prick like a crazed jeweler.

"I was hoping we could make love some more, Shane. Why didn't you hold it for a little longer?" Kerri asked not hiding the disappointment in her voice.

"When he want's to come he comes," Shane said pointing proudly as his shrinking cock as he stepped into the spray to clean off.

Joe quickly made his exit and went to the grocery store, giving the two young lovers time to recuperate.

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 04



Mia Bawden rose from the couch a walked over to the desk as she thought more about this new wrinkle in her plans. She wanted to be the co-chair of the department--now that Joe Murphy had returned there would be real competition for the spot. To make matters worse, a great deal of her time and effort would be diverted by a grievance filed by a female student in her class last semester. Monica Seles was complaining about her grade. She wouldn't be able to use sex to get her way this time. Since the student wasn't a male, she had to find another way of defusing her little problem. She sat at the desk and stared at the door for a long time. She would have to touch base with Monica again in the very near future. The last thing she wanted was to weaken her power base with the Dr. Lavery. 

Monica hinted that she was sleeping with Dr. Lavery during the last conference Mia had with the little co-ed. Monica thought she could control Lavery, thus Mia through the dangerous liaison. What Monica didn't know was that Mia was far better and more experienced at this game. Having a great body, and not being afraid to use it, Mia had been very successful at implementing her agenda at the college. Dealing with Monica all summer would definitely effect her chances landing the co-chair position in the English Department. That was something she could not afford. It seemed that David Lavery needed to be straightened out. She reached for the phone to call Lavery's office, but hesitated and dropped the phone back into its cradle. She smiled at herself in the mirror and decided that this would be a personal visit. Maybe sex could help her after all. Besides a little tumble with the bookish Dr. Lavery might just be fun, if not challenging.

Mia got up from the desk and walked over to her personal executive bathroom. This small little amenity was one of the many perks she demanded in her recent bevy of power moves. Mia always got what she wanted. She glanced at herself in the mirror as she open the closet. Her make-up would need a small amount of touch-up, but her outfit needed major overhaul for the best advantage. Mia devoutly believed in dressing for success. She slipped out of her clothing and shoes and admired her lean body in the mirror. It resembled carved ivory. Her fair complexion and jet black hair made men melt. She prided herself on her slim attractive figure and worked hard to keep it. Ninety minutes in the gym every day kept all her curves in the right places. She chose not to use the tan beds, preferring her white body, contrasted by raven hair.

Mia removed her white bra, slip, panties, and plain hose. She then selected her most alluring, black-lace underwear. She pulled the sheer black stockings and garters over her shapely legs, smiling at the thought of David trembling as he tried not stare up her dress. She pulled her short red skirt and blouse off the hanger and squeezed into the tight fabric. The outfit was complemented by a pair of two inch red pumps that accented the contours of her enticing body. She walked back and forth in the small room watching her seductive movement. The muscles in her shapely legs and firm buttocks moved in a sultry dance as her hips rotated with each stride. She practiced the walk that had been the Achilles heel to many a fallen man in her path to glory and power.

Mia did a cursory freshening of her make-up and hair. She knew that David's eyes would never linger long in that area. She locked up her office and checked to make sure that Helen had switched on the voice-mail properly. As she leaned over Helen's desk she saw a paper-back novel resting on top of some unfinished correspondence. A crooked grin crossed her face as she thought about catching that woman mumbling her excuses for reading her little book instead of doing her job. Then she would be finished with the trivial hag forever. Mia turned off the lights and slunk down the hall toward David Lavery's office. A sly smile played across her ruby red lips.

The commons area was deserted. His light was on in the office. He was working late. They would have the entire floor of the building to themselves. Mia smiled as she quietly slipped into his office, closing and locking the door. She looked around his small office. His modest den was barely half the size of hers despite the fact he'd been there eight years longer than her. David was the traditional professor who had a drive for his study only. He had no ambition for professional advancement. David had a love only for his books. He was currently buried nose deep in one of musty volumes as she stood quietly watching him.

Mia prowled over to him and leaned on the edge of his desk. She crossed her arms akimbo and waited for him to notice her. It didn't take long. His gaze started at her red shoes and slowly steered up her long shapely legs, to her round hips and narrow torso, and lingered at her full round breasts. After a moment he looked up at her face and smiled.

"Hello, Mia."

"Hi." She smiled and bit the tip of her tongue playfully as she sat on the desk and slowly crossed her unending legs.

David's eyes ran the full length of her well-defined calves and what was now exposed of her exquisite thighs as the already short skirt rode up higher on her legs.

"David. I need a favor," Mia began.

"Yes?" David responded as he peered at the black lace of her garter that slid beneath the hem of he skirt when she shifted and leaned towards him.

"I need you to do something for me," Mia continued as she slid from the desk and walked behind him. Her hands moved across his shoulders and neck. With one long red fingernail she traced his jawline to the nape of his neck and bent to whisper in his ear.

"Mia, you know I'll do anything for you. Just name it."

"I am having a small problem with a student at this campus. I think she is in one of your classes," Mia seemed to purr in his ear softly.

"Yes?" David nearly trembled as Mia's lips brushed against his ear when she whispered.

"I would like to have her put on probation." Mia mewled in a silky, but husky voice.

"Why?" David asked trying to shake the spell he felt himself being engulfed by.

"I. Am. Hmmm. . ." Mia voice ruffled like satin blowing in the wind. Her hands began to slide down David's chest and inside his jacket.

"She is stalking me. For some reason she sees me as a threat to her relationship with," Mia paused for the effect, "you of all people. She has made a number of innuendos about having a `consenting' relationship with you. Of course, I'm sure its nothing but a school-girl fantasy. I mean after all, what would a grown man like you want with a little girl like Monica?" Mia let her words slide in perfect timing with her hands as she continued to fondle him.

"She actually said that to you?"

"It was implied," She said in a matter-of-fact tone that some how flowed out in a sexy and husky voice.

"Stalking?" David asked incredulously.

"Well, not exactly. It really is difficult to explain. She is harassing me." Mia continued to stroke David's body with her skillful hands.

"Have you confronted her?" David asked, turning his chair toward her. He was bewitched by her pearly skin, contrasted by ebony hair, ruby-red lips, and crimson dress. She reminded him of one Bram Stoker's seductresses

Mia looked into his eyes and started to sit in his lap. David pushed her gently away. "Mia, we need to talk about this professionally. Your behavior is very distracting. Please pull up a chair and let's talk." David motioned to a chair far across the room.

Mia remained poised directly in front of him and slowly lowered her hands to the arms of his chair, flashing a mischievous smile at him. Her bosom crowded out of her blouse and nearly brushed against him as she continue to lower her graceful body downward. She bent before him between his legs and slowly brought her hands to his knees. He tried to mutter a protest, but his lips moved without words as her hands glided up his legs and reached for his belt buckle.

David swallowed hard and tried to resist her. Mia's black oval eyes gazed up at him like immense saucers as her fingers nimblely loosened his belt and played at the catch of his zipper. He tried one last attempt even as his trousers were proficiently pulled below his knees. With a swift movement she tilted her head and smiled as she adroitly reached behind her and caused her blouse to suddenly spring open revealing the lace bodice that barely held her ample breasts. She then returned to pleasure him with dexterous fingers and hot kisses.

David stared at the ceiling desperately. He knew he was under her power. He would do whatever she asked. He would do it to whomever she directed the deed be done to. He was her slave. 

"Gawd, Mia, what was I thinking. I should have never let that girl get so close to me."

Mia lips nipped playfully at the protrusion in his boxer's.

"David, you didn't really fuck her did you?"

"Well, yes. I mean--well I. . ." David stammered foolishly.

"Naughty-naughty. Why would you want a young inexperienced college girl when you could have me?" Mia teased as she finished pulling his pants off. David's cock sprang to attention.

"I'm sorry Mia--I got seduced by her innocence--like the guy in the Nabokov story--only she wasn't very innocent."

"Tsk, tsk," Mia reprimanded him just before sliding her mouth over his dick and down the shaft of her throat.

"Ohhhh, Mia. Suck my cock!" David's eyes closed as he leaned back in his chair.

Mia obliged and her head bobbed up and down as she gobbled his pole. While she was doing this for political reasons--she also enjoyed it. Mia had loved the briny taste of a stiff excited cock, oozing with pre-cumm, since her teenage years when she performed fellatio on boyfriends to preserve her virginity, She later learned that she should have never held back, because lustful fucking was even more fun. She loved the control she could exert over males during intercourse.

Mia twirled her tongue along the ridge of his hooded rod, and playfully bit the tip with her teeth--flashing him a devilish smile. 

"Mia, ohhh that feels so good."

"Hhhhmmm. . .slurrrrppppp! So you like that?" Mia asked as she pulled her lips off his cock and held the quivering length between her thumb and forefinger.

"Yes! Please--don't stop."

"Well, if I keep doing this for you, what do I get in return?" Mia offered, pumping his shivering pole for emphasis.

"Anything you want," Lavery promised with bated breath, agonizing to feel her hot mouth on his cock again.

"You'll help me deal with Monica Seles?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" Mia declared brightly and slid his cock into her mouth. She worked the length in and out, her raven curls bouncing with the motion of her bobbing head. She sank her lips deeper on his pole and remained at the base of his cock. She sucked relentlessly in the same place, nearly bending his cock in half with the force of her mouth.

"Slow down, Mia. You're going to make me come before we can fuck. Take off your clothes, I want to see that gorgeous body of your's."

Mia smiled up at him and slipped her bodice free allowing him to see a larger glimpse of what she had for him--planning of course to save it for later negotiations. She kept sucking his cock despite his protest. She was in control--and would remain that way. She would fuck him later--after he promised to do her bidding.

Ohhh Mia! I want to fuck you," David urged trying to push her away against the desk. 

She pushed his hands away and sucked his rod deeper in her working mouth. David reached for her breasts and fondle them, trying to remove her clothing, but falling back in the chair, victim to her expert lips. Mia sensed his cumm loading into the chamber and sucked harder. She pulled her slurping mouth off his thrusting cock just as thick white cream exploded from the tip. His flowing pipe spurted in great spasms and Mia pumped it with her skillful hands, diverting his jism from her mouth and body. She used his tool like a baker icing a cake. She laid down ribbons of thick white cumm on the inside of his thigh. Swallowing spunk was reserved for lovers only--it was the one way she separated business from pleasure. David didn't seem to mind as he sank back in his chair and lit a pipe.

Mia straightened her clothing and wiped her mouth. She moved back across the room and sat in the chair, crossing her long legs, catching David's attention once again. Under the pretense of arranging her clothes she allowed her hands to linger at the various points of interest of her lovely body. Her hands moved slowly, promising David of future adventures as she completed her business.

"I want you to straighten Miss Selles out. By whatever means necessary. Use the relationship to your advantage--turn the tables on her."

"You mean I can still fuck her?" David asked as he contemplated the slow, deliberate movement of Mia's hands.

"Of course. In fact I want you to. It will be the best way to control her. She is, after all, just a school girl who is madly in love with an older man. She's vulnerable--find her weakness."

David didn't think that Mia knew Monica very well. She was mature beyond her age. She was beautiful, and knew it. In fact she was virtually a younger version of Mia--quite skilled in bed--the thought of bedding the gorgeous woman across from him caused him to involuntarily lick his lips.

"You really want me to continue the relationship with her?"

"Yes. In fact, I want you to pour on even more romance."

"But . . . what about us. What about what we just consuma--"

"David, I'm flattered, and I am glad you enjoyed what we just shared together, but just because I sucked your cock does not mean we are engaged. We can have all of the fun you want on two conditions: You help me with the Selles girl and allow us to keep a level of detachment. We'll both get exactly what we want, without any complications or entanglements. Deal?"

"Deal," David agreed simply amazed that he could have his cake and eat it too. He held out his hand for a shake--just a gesture actually. Mia grinned and moved past his offered hand. She smiled and knelt between his knees again.

"I have a much better way to seal this deal," Mia purred and dipped her face into his lap.

In moments David's cock was hard again. Mia stood and admired his stiff pole. It was quite a thick tool. Once again she took silent pleasure in the fact that she was going to get her way and enjoy fucking this latest quarry. David wasn't quite as dull as she had first guessed, and his cock was very promising. David reached out and ran his finger under her garter. Mia brushed her black hair over her shoulder and reached behind her back. She removed her clothes slowly. She stepped out of the red dress and David ogled the black lingerie that hung on her stark white frame. Mia smiled knowing she had him trapped. She watched as his cock twitched in the air. She undid the snaps of her garter and untied the flap of her now crotchless panties. She walked over to him and sat on his lap in the swivel chair facing him. She fixed him with a lustful stare as she wrapped her legs around him and the chair. David ran his hands over the black silk stockings, caressing her legs, returning her stare.

Mia used one hand to balance herself and steady the chair, and used the other to hold his twitching cock still. She inched up in his lap and hovered briefly in the air. She brushed the tip of his cock in her fur and worked it just inside her cunt lips. She wrangled it back-and-forth in her muff and then lowered herself down on his pole. They never broke their long stare of lust as they started to slowly rock in the chair. David's hands ran up her thighs and grabbed her pumping ass. She murmured her pleasure as he pumped upwards while she descended on his pole. David nuzzled her tits and pumped into her faster.

"Uhhhmmm now that feels real good!" Mia remarked her eyes widening as his thrusting woke her body with lust.

David grunted and grabbed her ass harder, using it to control how her pussy slid around on his rod. Mia moaned louder and gave into David's ministrations. She nipped at his ear and encouraged him to continue his riposte. David responded by lifting her out of the chair and holding her on his cock as he stood up. She was impressed with his stamina and wrapped her legs around him, keeping his taunt stump deep inside her. He carried her across the room and placed her on the desk. She backhanded the various items on the desktop to make room. The items fell to the floor with a loud crash, but Mia's moans were louder as David kneeled on the desk between her legs and plunged deep inside her. Her cunt was drilled by his long thick cock. She could barely take all his length, feeling it swim deep inside her, brushing against her uterus. David reach a hand between their grinding bodies and rubbed her clit with his fingers as he stroked in and out of her. Mia bit her lips trying not to lose control as he fucked her skillfully. She could feel her pussy spasm with pleasure and decided to let go. "Uhhhmm that's it . . .slide that cock deep inside me!"

"Gawd, Mia! Your cunt is like a vice-grip."

"You like my pussy?" she smiled up at him and pulled her legs back to give him an even better angle. She pulled her ankles behind her head and rocked back and forth on the desk as David pumped into her. His finger brushed against her clit with every thrust and Mia started to come. David shrieked as her cunt constricted with her orgasm and he shot his load deep inside her. She released his cock from her hold and he pulled it out, leaving thick white paste between her legs. Mia dipped a finger in the goo and brought it up to her mouth. She licked the cumm slowly and smiled at him.

David felt a cold chill in his balls. He had a premonition that he had just fucked the daughter of the devil--and sold his soul to do it.

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 05



Joe returned from the store to see that Shane's truck was gone, but Kerri's car was still in the drive and several light where on in the house. Joe parked in the drive and walked up to the front door. He saw Kerri in the living room dancing. He could hear the soft vibration of his abused sound system out on the front porch. Kerri was moving about lost in her music, her tan nubile body clad only in a button-down baseball jersey. This time Joe politely rang the door bell. The music switched off abruptly and he could hear her naked feet pad softly, but quickly across the wooden floor of the foyer.

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Murphy, I didn't want to alarm you since I came home early."

"Oh. Gosh--uhhhmm."

"Can I come in? I just didn't want to walk in on you."

"Sure," she said pertly as she swung open the door. The motion caused her to lift slightly and the jersey sailed up over her hips revealing her hidden treasures. She blushed, forgetting that she didn't have anything on underneath. Joe politely looked the other direction as she pulled the long shirt back down. Her eyes slipped down with embarrassment.

"Sorry--I uhhmm--gee that was dumb of me."

"That's quite alright. Trust me a man loves to be greeted by such a lovely sight when comes through the door of his home." Joe said jokingly as he slipped passed her. Kerri's eyes rose to meet his, but lingered at the slight bulge in his pants. Kerri shut the door and followed him into the kitchen and helped him unload the bags in his arms.

"Where's Mrs. Murphy?" Kerri asked as she pulled the loaf of French bread and red wine from the shopping bag.

"That's why I am home early. Sorry to surprise you. Carol's father became ill and was admitted to the hospital. She stayed behind in Philly to be with her mom."

I'm so sorry. I hope he gets better. That such a shame--wasn't this trip supposed to be some kind of second honeymoon for the two of you?" Kerri asked curiously as she reached above her head for the wine sleeve. Her firm buttocks wiggled as she pulled the sleeve from the shelf.

"Yes it was, and you uhh. . . are making matters much worse by--" Joe pointed to her exposed young flesh.

"Ooops--I'm sorry Mr. Murphy."

"Call me Joe, especially now that we've gotten to know each other better." Joe joked.

Kerri smiled and moved from around the counter and sat at the table careful not to flash Joe, but overacting with a demure smile.

"Are you hungry? I've got some fish and salad hear." Joe offered.

"Actually, I just started baking some lasagna, but it won't be done for another hour or so. There's more than enough for two. I was sort of stood up by my boyfriend. We were supposed to have a nice romantic dinner, but he decided to go out with his friends instead," Kerri replied.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes guys can be jerks--I know I've done worse a number of times in the past--don't worry he'll grow out of it," Joe offered.

"Do you really think so?" Kerri sounded doubtful.

"Sure, it just takes time. Girls are usually three steps ahead in maturity."

"I hope your right. Sometimes when I'm around him I feel much older than him." Kerri sighed, her breast swelled beneath the jersey. Joe's eyes gazed at them and she caught his admiration. She let him look and even seemed to turn in her chair slightly and brushed one hand through her hair to give him a better look at her young beauty. Something silently passed between them in that quiet moment. Her brown eyes locked with his briefly.

"Well, hey! There's no sense letting all this good food go to waste. Would you care to have dinner with a young lonely lady," she said offering her hand.

"That would be delightful, madame," Joe said pouring on his best Lawrence Oliver as he bent at the waist and kissed her small hand softly. He could sense the tingles they both felt at the playful, yet dangerous act.

"I've got a special recipe. The sauce is home made," Kerri pointed toward the oven, thus breaking the spell.

"That sounds great. I'll make some of my special four-cheese garlic bread and we can have some wine--your mom won't mind if you have a glass of wine with dinner will she?"

"Uhgggg--mother!" Kerri retorted.

"I take it your fighting again?" Joe asked as he went over to the counter to prepare the bread.

"Yes. In fact, I need a favor. Since she doesn't know your back yet, can I crash in the guest room tonight," Kerri asked hopefully.

"That bad, huh?" Joe asked looking up as he sliced the bread.

"Well, yes. I sort of went to see a doctor against her wishes. We got in a big fight just because I wanted to get a diaphragm from the gyno' this week. I'm seventeen now and if I want to sleep with men I should be able to!" Kerri said slapping the table with authority.

"Damm!" Joe blurted as her openness surprised him and the knife cut into his thumb.

Kerri ran over to him and grabbed it to see how bad it was. Several large drops of blood had dripped onto the counter. She placed his thumb in her mouth without thinking and sucked the blood away so she could see how bad the cut was. Blood beaded back up immediately and she pushed his thumb between her soft pink lips and sucked it gently. She was standing unbearably close to him. She pulled the thumb out and wrapped it in a paper towel and led him into the bathroom.

"It's not too bad--just I scratch it'll stop bleeding as soon as we get a bandage on it." Kerri reassured him as she opened the medicine cabinet. She ignored the fact that his erection had formed a tent in his trousers and was brushing against her thigh. She opened a bandage and began to dress his wound.

"Mr. Murphy, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, you have me in a very vulnerable position."

"What's cuntyminglus?"

Joe jerked and his thumb started to bleed again.

"I think you mean cunnilingus, Kerri. Where did you hear that term?"

"I read it in one of your books." Kerri indicated the book on the shelf above the basin.

"It's something a man does to a woman." Joe replied trying not to lose his composure. His cock twitched in his pants. Kerri went back to sucking on his thumb and watched him intently with saucer-like brown eyes. Neither one of them thought to use the bathroom sink. Kerri's pink tongue licked his wound and she bandaged the cut. 

Joe went back to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine. He drank it quickly to wet his dry nervous throat. Why was he suddenly losing his cool with this young girl? He wanted desperately to fuck her--and he suspected that she was just a little horny for him too. Joe poured another glass and drained it. He whirled when he felt Kerri's arms wrap around him from behind. He brushed her arms away casually and smiled at her.

"Are you trying to injure me again?" Joe asked playfully as he went back over to the counter and spread the slices of cheese onto the bread.

"Why? Do you want to play doctor?" Kerri flirted back. 

He finished the bread and left it ready to go into the oven. The timer indicated fifty-five minutes until the lasagna would be done. Kerri helped herself to the wine as Joe covered the bread and turned down the oven. She licked a few drops that had spilled over the edge of her glass. Her tongue rolled slowly along the rim of the glass as she gazed up at Joe suggestively with wide brown eyes. Joe was bewitched by her little trick. His cock seemed to be ripping out of his pants as she licked the glass a few more times and glanced at him. Joe moved away from the counter and made a quick exit to the bedroom to switch into his bathing suit. He needed the hot tub right now. She followed after him.

"Can you be more specific?" Kerri asked playfully.

"About?" Joe said quickly changing clothes before she reached the doorway. His cock wouldn't fit inside his briefs, it was now throbbing and quite erect, so he threw them back off and grabbed his robe from the closet.

"What it is a man does to a woman?" She said leaning into the room before Joe could cover himself with the robe. She stared hungrily at his prick and walked into the room.

"No."

"No?"

"It's not something I can describe to you, Kerri."

"Why, because you think I'm too young?" Kerri teased as she toyed with the top button of the oversized jersey. It came undone and her fingers slipped to the next button.

"No, because your too dammed beautiful and your the daughter of a close friend." Joe quickly explained.

"Mom talks about wanting to fuck you all the time--at least after she's had a few glasses of wine herself," Kerri intoned as she lifted the glass to Joe in a toast.

"Now I know your joking. Your mom is happily married, she'd never want to risk losing Hal," Joe offered, secretly hoping that Kerri wasn't joking.

"I don't think she's that happy--she's always bitching at me. I think she's caught Hal peeping in on me when I take showers."

"Kerri, I've met your step-dad, and trust me--he's not that way."

"What a normal red-blooded American male," Kerri retorted as two more of the jersey buttons slipped open revealing a great deal of her tan breasts. Joe drunk in her beauty. He was sure she sunbathed in the nude. Kerri took another step closer and he turned and slid out the patio door off his bedroom and glided down the steps to the hot tub. He unfastened his robe and turned the jets on. The hot water washed over his body promising relaxation. Kerri came out onto the deck from the kitchen carrying a tray of cheese, grapes, and another bottle of wine and two glasses. She flashed him a devilish smile as she padded over to the tub and set the refreshments down.

"Mind if I join you?" Kerri asked not waiting for a reply as she shrugged out of her jersey. She let him gaze at her nude body in the moonlight before sliding into the swirling water. Her breasts jutted out of the splashing waves as she moved closer to him. Joe closed his eyes and gave into the moment. Kerri reached out and stoked his hairy muscular chest with great curiosity. Her hands snaked downward and wrapped around his cock. Joe eased out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. Kerri smiled at him and moved between his legs. 

Her mouth was even hotter than the water as it slowly swirled down his length. She blew softly as she descended and then her lips wrapped tightly around the base as she swallowed him whole. Her lips tugged and her cheeks flared as she sucked hard on the upstroke. Joe opened his eyes and stared down at his co-worker's young daughter as she gave him his first blow-job in nearly eight years. Her teenaged mouth was experienced. She soon began to speed up, her mouth making small gurgling noises as she fucked him orally. His pent up desire began to pound in his loins and he reached down to warn her. Her brown eyes flashed up at him as she pushed his warning hands away. She continued to suck him harder and faster.

Kerri's throat expanded and the tip of his cock brushed against her gullet. She didn't gag or even cough--just sucked and sucked until his mind reeled. Kerri reached for his balls with her fingers and rolled them gently into her mouth with his huge cock. She looked like a sexy chipmunk--her jaws stuffed full of manhood. Joe couldn't last any longer and started shooting off in her mouth. Kerri backed her mouth up and stopped with the knob just inside her flexing lips. She used his cock like a big fleshy straw to drink his salty milkshake right out of his balls. Joe began to spurt in tremendous spasms.

Kerri continued to cover Joe's cock with small kisses and licked it slowly back to an erection before it could ever deflate. She pulled him into the tub and he surprised her by giving her a long passionate kiss on her lips still milky with his cumm. He kissed her expertly and began to gently caress her lovely breasts.

"You don't no how much I needed that," Joe informed her as he pulled away from a deep french kiss to nuzzle her breasts. His fingers found her soft netherlips and began to stroke her clitoris. Kerri leaned back and moaned as he continued to stroke her pussy. Kerri tried to swing into his lap but he pushed her away. He reached for one of the lounge chair cushions and arranged it next to the tub. He lifted her out of the water and set her gently on the cushion. He pulled the cushion over the edge and spread Kerri's thighs with strong gentle hands. Joe lifted her legs slightly and softly kissed the arch of her foot. His lips then made a slow path toward her inner thighs covering her young shapely legs with tender kisses. His nose brushed her pubis as he switched legs and teased her with his tongue, lips and teeth. 

Kerri breathed heavily and her body shuddered with each kiss. Joe once again descended down to her thatch, this time letting his tongue dart inside her pussy. His hands gently opened her labia as Joe sank his tongue deeper inside her writhing body. He made slow figure eights with his experienced tongue, stopping only long enough to cover her twat with his entire mouth and drink deeply of her sweet juices.

"Uhhhhmmmm. . . Ohhhh. . .aohhhhh. . . please don't stop," Kerri breathed heavily as Joe playfully pulled away from her moist lips.

"So you like cuntyminglus?" Joe teased as he worked his tongue back into her creamy pussy.

"Yesssssss!" A sharply whispered reply escaped through Kerri's tightly clenched lips. She whistled as she breathed through her clamped teeth.

Joe dipped his chin down inside her cunt and covered her blossoming clitoris with kisses.

"Ohhhhhhh. . .uhhhhmmmm. . .ahhhh. . .ahh. . .ahhohh--ahhhh!" Kerri cried out as her body became caught in the throes of a massive orgasm. 

Joe stepped up in the tub and spread her shuddering thighs. Her pussy was wide open and dripping. Joe slid his cock deep inside her before another spasm came. His cock was gripped in a velvet glove of wet flesh. He tried to move in and out of her, but her pelvic muscles clamped his tool tightly. Joe pushed his thumb gently to her pubis and massaged it until she loosened and relaxed. Kerri lay back on the cushion and gazed up at him as he slowly pumped inside her. She tried to thrust back at him with her hips and he used his hands to slow her down.

"Just relax and enjoy it--there's plenty of time for hard fucking later. I want you to experience more than quick lust." Joe explained as he kept up a slow grinding pace. Kerri relaxed and let him guide her to a deeper orgasm. Joe continued to slide into her as she came.

"Ohhhhhh! Mr. Murphy! Thaaaaat feeeeels soooooo--gooood," Kerri whimpered as she started to cumm yet again. This time Joe didn't wait for it to build up slowly. He pulled his throbbing body out of the hot water and kneeled carefully between her quivering legs. Joe plunged deep inside her. He grabbed one of the seat cushions and slid it gently under her rump. This angle caused the ridge of his cock to glide smoothly back and forth against her clit.

"Ohhhhh. . .fuck! That feeeeeeeelllssss reeeeally gooooddddd! Uhhhmmmm, ohhh-yes, shove into me harder! God, your cock feels like it's ten feet long! Mr. Murphy, I don't-want-you--to-ever stop--loving--me!" The words beat out of her as she scooted her rear on the pillow to get a deeper hold on his cock.

"Call--me--Joe!" he declared as he pounded into her.

"Fuck-me-Joe!" she shouted gleefully as she thrust her hips matching him stride for stride.

Joe pulled out of her and turned her body over. He lathered her pussy with the combination of their juices and gently slid into her from behind. He gave her a chance to get used to the doggy position, and then resumed fucking her with great enthusiasm. He showed her how to bend and arch her back to control how his cock slides in and out at different angles. Kerri caught on fast and soon she was rotating her hips to match each thrust and prolong his upstroke. Joe reached around and caressed her clit with his thumb as he jostled his cock in and out of her pussy and massaged her firm ass.

"Uhhhmmmm-here-it-coooomes-agaiiiiiiin!" Kerri breathed heavily as her body swayed back and forth while Joe pounded into her. She started to cumm and looked over her shoulder at Joe with gratitude and new-found joy.

Joe grunted as he picked up the pace even more. He felt his cock shudder and shoved deep inside her as he came. Moaning, their bodies quivered in a combination of ecstasy and exhaustion. They slipped back into the water. Kerri cut off some cheese and fed them both some grapes. Joe poured another glass of wine.

"Shit--the lasagna," Joe suddenly remembered.

"It's alright I turned the oven to timed-bake--it already shut off. Dinner is ready whenever you want it."

"Well, I'm hungry now--how 'bout you?" Joe asked happily. He felt like he was sixteen again."

"Famished--let's eat. I want you to get your strength back--I'm not done fucking you yet Mr. Murphy!" Kerri said pointing at him playfully.

"Promises, promises, promises," Joe quoted as he swam toward her. 

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 06



Joe checked on dinner while Kerri relaxed her spasming thigh muscles in the hot tub. She had never experienced the type of orgasm Joe had brought her to with any of her previous boyfriends. She couldn't wait to see what she was in store for later that night. She was so glad that she had went to see the doctor and get the diaphragm. 

It was very liberating not to worry about protection. It allowed Kerri to completely unwind and experience the best sex possible. She didn't understand her mother's hypocrisy. She fucked men all the time after the divorce, before she met Hal--right in the living room while the kids were "asleep." Her mother and Hal weren't exactly the most conservative types now that they were married either--except when it came to her. God only knew what happen down in the Cayman Islands when they left town with that large group of friends--bunch of horny old people probably swapped all weekend. 

She knew her mother wasn't a sexual prude. Kerri always eavesdropped on the card games that really served as an excuse to gossip for the office workers at the university. She overheard the way her mother and her friends from work talked about Professor Murphy. They acted like dogs in heat. Her mother would have a cow if she knew she'd gotten to him before her. Kerri also suspected that Hal wanted to fuck her and was sure that her mom was insane with jealousy.

They ate dinner quietly, still basking in the after-sex. Joe was amazed at how well the girl could cook. He felt refreshed and ready to take this young vixen on for a night of romping. The dinner was filled with not so subtle innuendos and propositions. Joe started a fire in the vast living room and spread out the overstuffed pillows around the bear-skin rug in front of the fire. He went into his den to find his kit of body creams and oils, planning to initiate Kerri into a higher plane of love making. He picked some soft music and programmed the sound system for continuous play, while Kerri finished her shower.

Kerri came down the stairs a few moments later wearing a red satin kimono robe with matching high heeled pumps. Joe watched the rolling muscles of her shapely legs, accentuated by the red high-heels, as she moved across the room. She went over to the sound system. Looking over her shoulder as she selected different music, she informed Joe that she wanted to dance for him. Her body started to move smoothly the moment the music floated through the system. Her body swayed back and forth in time with the music. The robe slipped softly to the floor. Joe eyes grew as he saw Kerri modeling the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. She pushed him back on the couch and danced in front of him. Every time he reached out for her she brushed his hands away playfully and continued to tease him with her young talented body.

Joe sat back and enjoyed the private floor show she put on for him. She bent over and reached her ankles, pumping her ass back in forth in his face. She turned and twisted, slowly undressing before him, keeping in perfect rhythm with the dance-mix. Kerri stretched her leg up and planted her foot on the arm of the couch and crouched down into Joe's face. He nuzzled the pink depth as she bumped her hips back and forth. She pulled away before Joe won her over and teased him some more. His hands caressed her soft thighs and hips as she turned in front of him. Kerri danced out of his reach and sat, spreading her legs, on the oak coffee table in front of Joe. She wet her fingers and showed Joe how pink and juicy her pussy was by spreading the lips wide with them. She twirled her fingers in her twat, rapidly stoking her rosebud clit. Kerri cooed as she masturbated in front of Joe.

Joe removed his clothing and joined her by grabbing his stiff pole and pumping it. Joe inched forward and swabbed his cock in Kerri's juices for lubrication. Kerri moaned as the ridge of Joe's cock rubbed between her lips. Kerri pulled her spread legs back to her shoulders, causing her pubis to pucker around the tip of Joe's cock. Joe moved it around like a dipstick until he had it lathered, then leaned back and stroked his pole in front of her while she tickled her cunt for him. Kerri started to come, her ass scooted back and forth on the table as she plunged her fingers deep inside. 

Joe stopped rubbing his cock and shoved his face between her legs and lapped up her spurting cumm juice. Kerri grabbed his hair in her fist and pulled it as she rocked out the rest of her orgasm, calling out his name. Her pussy went off like a hose, splashing his face with wet lather. Kerri spun around on the table as Joe continue to pleasure her dripping cunt, and took his engorged cock into her hungry mouth.

In this moaning, sucking, and gasping "69" position, they became lost in writhing pleasure. Kerri loosened her throat to accommodate all of his length as Joe fucked her mouth while eating her muff. Kerri slurped and gurgled as his cock slammed in and out of her mouth. Joe sensed that he was about to cumm and moved off the top. His cock pulled free from Kerri's tight mouth with a loud "PLOPPP!" from the relentless suction she had applied to his meat, as he withdrew from her tight, hot mouth. He lifted Kerri in his arms and carried her over to the bear-skin rug. 

He laid her down gently and unzipped the kit of oils and cream. Kerri reached up with one hand and stroked his manhood and explored the kit with childlike curiosity. Joe showed her which oils would help him maintain his erection without coming and she chose the strawberry flavored one. She uncapped the bottle and poured a liberal helping into her hands. She worked the oil into the skin of his cock and balls with slow and deliberate motions, kneading his manhood like a large lump of clay. Joe closed his eyes and arched his back as the heat worked into his nerve centers, followed by icy needles that numbed his entire genital area. Kerri looked up at him with wide brown eyes. 

She poured more oil on her body and rubbed the burning liquid over her ample brown breasts. She squeezed them together and bent her face to her bosom, extending her cat-like tongue to her nipple to taste the fruity juice. She rose up and pushed his cock between her cleavage and stroked him with her plentiful tan mounds. His cock lurched upward and she caught the emerging knob between her lips. Joe fucked her tits, watching the nipples blush into soft rosebuds as her excitement grew. Kerri abandoned her bouncing boobs to take more of Joe into her hungry mouth. She sucked him deep and hard. 

Joe instructed Kerri to turn around on all fours and she quickly obliged. She rested the top of her body on one of the large pillows and arched her back, presenting her perfect pear-shaped ass for him. He massaged her cunt and the juices slicked his hand. With his index finger he gently flicked her clitoris while slowly inserting his middle finger deep into her twat in search of her G-spot. Joe then lubricated his other fingers and pressed them lightly against her puckered anus. Kerri moaned and her hips flexed at his probing. Joe slowly worked his finger past her sphincter and it expanded. In matched rhythm, he played all three erogenous zones like a flute.

"Ohhhhmmmm--Ja-JA--JOOOOOO, uhhhhlllll! uhhhnnnmmmm that feels so good. Don't--Don--Don't--Pleazzzz don't stop. Ohhhhh!

Uhhhh! Uhhhmmmm! Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh. . ." 

Kerri moaned as she reached back and spread her cheeks further apart. Her head rested on the pillow and she gazed up at Joe, her mouth forming a perfect "O" shape as she cooed. Joe had his entire middle finger moving in and out of her asshole as he also worked her cunt and clit with skilled hands. Her body shook and quivered with delight as her various muscles flexed and relaxed like massive rubber band with each spasm of orgasm. Joe pulled his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock.

He pushed two fingers into her asshole and pumped her with counter strokes: cock in-fingers out--cock out fingers in, slowly building up speed like the double-cylinder on a locomotive. Kerri swiveled her hips to maximize his thrusting. Kerri moved faster and began to swing her head back and forth as she cried out with yet another wave of orgasms. Joe had to remove his fingers from her ass to grab her propelling hips with both hands so that he could stay with her furious pace. He drove deep inside her and she dipped her hips in quick movements that almost sucked his balls in with his cock.

Joe decided he needed a rest and in careful maneuvering, lifted her to him as he leaned back to rest on the pillows. Kerri never missed a beat and started to ride him like she was in the rodeo. She hooted and hollered as she took more and more of his cock into her rising and falling lap. She grabbed his knees for more leverage and rocked back and forth on top of him. She started to spin in circles with each upstroke until she did a 180 degree turn to face him.

"God your such a great fuck!" Kerri grunted with a satisfied smile, nearly jumping up and down on top of him.

"Your one hell of a lay yourself, little lady. But, I'm afraid you're going to break my cock in half!"

"Just one more time, Joe. I want you to fuck me until I come one more time--because I think I'm about to have the mother of all orgasms," she panted as his dick slipped in and out of her now gaping hole.

Joe pulled her down towards him and nuzzled her brown tits. She responded by flexing her hips and bending his cock in nearly an impossible direction and scooted back and forth on his dick. The cream from her cunt splashed all over his thighs and coated his balls.

Kerri moaned and rocked back and forth on Joe's cock. She leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders for support. She pulled her feet and legs up until she was in a squatting position. She worked her ass up and down forcefully, grinding her hips forward every time her cunt swallowed his cock. She scooted back and forth several times, then lifted for another jarring downstroke. Joe kept pace with her, sucking her nipples with every landing.

Kerri spun around on Joe's cock, facing away from him again. She leaned all the way back against him and stretched her legs out around his. Her back rested against him and she bent her neck to kiss him deeply as Joe thrust backwards up inside her cunt. Kerri's hips rolled with his thrust and she sighed at the friction of his cock rubbing her clit. Joe fondled her breasts and thumped up into her even harder. Kerri leaned forward and changed the angle of their fucking. Joe helped her spin around to face him again. Kerri bent her nubile body in impossible directions as Joe raised out from underneath her. He pulled his cock free and dove his face into her creamy pussy. He lapped up the juices with great enthusiasm. Kerri twisted around and sucked his dick while Joe continued to eat her pussy. The loud slurping, sucking sounds were overcome only by the grunts, groans, and moans that escaped their tight ring of oral sex.

Joe pulled away from Kerri and got to his knees above her. She arched her back and crab-walked toward him. Joe grabbed her hips and plunged deep inside Kerri's cunt.

"Ohhhh shit! Uhhhmmm fuck me, Joe! Slide deeeeeep insiiiide me!"

They rocked back and forth, pre-cumm juice dripped down their legs as they thrust against each other rapidly. They collapsed on the floor and Kerri rolled over on top of Joe and re-inserted his penis into her vagina. She fucked up and down on him, slowly building up momentum.

"That's it baby--uhhmmm almost there--uhhhllll--shitttt--its just hangin' there waitin' to come--uhhhmmmm. . ."

Kerri's body shuddered with unrequited lust. Joe helped her move into a sure fire position with her rocking above him, but stretched out between his legs. Then he slowly lifted his legs over hers, wrapping them around the back of her thighs and moving her body in the fleshy vice his legs created. She put both legs together and stretched across his body, griping his rod tightly within her rocking body. His cock was like a fulcrum on her clit as she see-sawed up and down on top of him. Suddenly her eyes got as wide as saucers and her mouth flew open, but didn't emit any sounds. Her body just quivered and shook for a long time as her length balanced on his pole like a rocking scale. This great spasm lasted several moments until her body collapsed on top of him, his stiff pole still jutting deeply into her slack pussy. She nibbled his ear and thanked him. She stretched her lean body and realized that he still needed to cumm. 

With a smile she moved across his body with playful kisses, sucking his nipples and nipping at his rib cage. She crouched between his legs and flashed him a devilish grin before swallowing him hole. She pumped the base with one hand, kneaded his thick balls with the other and slurped and slipped her lips up and down his rod rapidly. The whole time she fixed her brown eyes on his with adoration, coaxing a large load of cumm into his chamber. Joe swore that his cock grew three inches in diameter as his veins protruded with an oncoming explosion. Kerri's eyes smiled at him as her throat expanded to take the massive organ to her gullet. He could feel his cock throb and pound as her tongue darted all around it. 

With perfect timing she took one last gulp and pulled her lips tight, slowing extracting the tool from her fiery mouth. Her lips ran up and over the tip and Joe bellowed as he started to cumm. This time she pumped his cock with a twist and his load shot up and out toward the ceiling. She turned her head and caught the cream in her face as it returned from its orbit. She continued to pump and use his cock like a fountain. She sucked him dry, careful to swallow every drop.

They collapsed before the fire and slept in blissful sleep for hours. 

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 07



Joe awoke the next morning surprised to see that he had slept until well past 9:00 A.M. He grinned thinking about how that little vixen had worn him out last night. Next to the bed was a small table with a covered dish and a note. Kerri had left him breakfast before leaving for work in the morning. She worked at one of those posh bookstores at the mall that made more profit from their excellent cappuccino bar than the books people always browsed, but never purchased. Along with the breakfast of muffins and fruit, were several capsules of vitamins--most notably B-12 and E. Another note was underneath these explaining that Joe might need those for later tonight.

Joe looked outside and realized that he would have to mow the lawn. While it may have snowed back in Pennsylvania, it had rained here and his backyard had turned into a jungle. The newspaper called for a high temperature in the mid-seventies. Joe finished his breakfast and threw on some old clothes to cut the grass in. He went out to the shed and unlocked it. As he pinned the door back against the wall, he looked over the fence and saw that his neighbors had taken advantage of the early warm weather to fill their heated pool. He also noticed that Shawna was out in her bikini already, checking the temperature and condition of the water as it finished filling.

Joe watched her for several moments before rounding up the yard tools he would need to tame his lawn. When he came back out he was surprised to see that Shawna had decided to stay outside and sunbathe. He watched as she oiled her already gold toasted body in search of an even more savage tan. He licked his lips, watching the young newly-wed's supple body sparkle in the sun. He knew that he needed to avoid the distraction if he was ever going to finish the yard. He went to work and soon worked up quite a sweat. He took off his shirt and took advantage of the unusual early spring warmth, after all he had a tan to work on too. Joe finished the mowing and trimming, and went to work pruning the shrubs along the back fence.

"You're going to burn if your not careful," a soft voice interrupted him.

Joe looked up to see Shawna leaning languidly on the fence holding two glasses of lemonade. Joe walked over and took the tall glass, downing half the contents in one drink.

"See, you've been out here for over two hours without thinking about it, silly. I'll bet you didn't even put on sunscreen, did you?"

"Nope," Joe answered sheepishly, trying not to stare too long at her gorgeous body.

"Where's Carol? I can't believe she let you go outside like this," she chided him playfully as she brushed her golden hair over her bronze shoulder.

"Carol's dad is pretty sick. She stayed back at Philly with her folks."

"Hmmm. Well I just guess I'll have to take care of you until she returns. Why don't you come on over and take a dip. I'll get you some aloe and sunscreen before you bake like a lobster."

Joe hopped the fence and followed Shawna's tight ass as it wiggled back toward her house. He wasn't sure if it was just his wishful imagination, but he thought he had heard a slight double meaning and innuendo in her voice. He dove into the pool and swam a few quick laps. Shawna returned with a towel and some bottles of lotion. Joe jumped out of the pool and Shawna wrapped the towel around him. She massaged his shoulders as she dried his dripping body off with the thick towel. Joe took some of the sunscreen and started applying it to his hairy body. When he reached his shoulders he winced at the slight burning he had received for his carelessness. Shawna smiled at him and took the cap off of the aloe. She spread thick gobs of the cool green stuff onto his shoulders and worked it into his skin. Joe sighed thankfully as the fruity ointment went to work on his burn.

He felt a bulge threaten in his shorts as Shawna ran her fingers all over his back. He peered over his shoulder at her struck with the thought of how much she resembled Heather Locklear. She had a small, pouty, and athletic body that was made to wear a bikini. Her tan skin and blonde hair gave her California looks that seemed out of place in a small college town in the midwest. She belonged on the set of Baywatch or Melrose Place, Joe thought as he drank in her warm beauty.

Shawna patted his shoulders and smiled. "That should make the little boy's `booby' go away," she teased. Now it's my turn!" Shawna handed him a bottle of oil and twirled on her bare feet toward the lounge chair. She dove onto her belly on the chair after checking and adjusting it for maximizing the angle of the sun. She unclasped the top of her bikini and let the straps droop on each side of the chair. The swells of her large globes pushed out of each side of her body.

"No peeking." Shawna told him without much conviction.

Joe poured the oil into his hands and rubbed them together to heat it up before applying it to Shawna's long, tan, naked shoulders and back. His hands worked in slow wide circles across her flesh. Shawna cooed and sighed with satisfaction as Joe treated her to a massage as well as an oil rub.

"Legs too," Shawna requested, her face buried in a towel.

Joe could barely control himself as he moved down her body toward her legs. His cock was now fully erect and trying to inch out of the top of his shorts. His bulge brushed against the back of her thigh as he moved to the bottom of the chair. Shawna pretended not to notice, but her thighs seemed to part slightly with the incidental sexual contact. 

Joe started at her ankles and moved up the back of her muscular calves. He gripped each leg with an oily hand and pushed them upward, massaging the muscles in the back of her legs. He did this several times, stopping just above the knee each time. He lifted her shins to make sure that the her entire legs were covered liberally with the oil. He marveled at the shape of her legs. They were a work of art. Joe moved up the chair and began to coat the outer thighs with oil. He rubbed the oil up to her hips and lower torso were the flimsy string barely held the suit together.

"Make sure you get under the suit--it softens the tan lines." She didn't seem to care that she had just given another man, who wasn't her husband, permission to fondle her underneath her clothes. Joe couldn't decide if it was innocent trust or a come on as he tentatively slipped them beneath the fabric. Her body trembled at his forbidden touch. Joe reached further, massaging her firm buttocks with oily hands. His fingers slipped around the slope of her ass and tickled the crevice leading to her muff. Shawna didn't say anything, but she shifted slightly at his touch. Joe continued to explore, amazed at how firm her flesh was even in the so called soft spots. Joe decided to tease her some more and went back to rubbing her outer thighs. After a few moments his hand glided over the curve of her legs and stroked her inner thighs. He let his fingers slip upward and underneath the fabric of her briefs. They immediately slipped into her hot wet gash, as if her cunt was a vacuum. Shawna moaned and spread her legs as Joe explored her creamy cunt with his fingers.

"We wouldn't want you to get sunburn here he teased."

Shawna moaned again as his fingers found her clit and tickled it gently. She turned on the chaise and bent her top leg to give Joe more access. Then she reached for the bulge in his shorts with hungry eyes. She licked her lips as she tugged at the waistline until they unbuttoned and the zipper came free.

Joe worked his fingers in and out of her pussy with gentle strokes. Shawna moaned and bent forward to return the pleasure she was receiving from his experienced hands. She gripped his stiffening cock between her fingers and pumped it up and down as it grew bigger and bigger. Joe carefully untied and discarded the rest of Shawna's flimsy bikini and spread her thighs wider. She whimpered as Joe lavished her golden inner thighs with soft wet kisses. Joe playfully licked her clit three times and continued upward along her torso with his teasing mouth. Shawna gasped as he covered her swollen breast with his mouth and flicked her rosy nipples between his teeth. He moved back down her body and buried his face between her legs in her creamy cunt. Shawna fell out of the chair and pulled his hips toward her face so that she could suck his cock. They were locked in a passionate sixty-nine position on the deck of the pool, oblivious to anyone who may be watching them pleasure each other out in the open.

Shawna chewed on his cock, sucking his length roughly between clenched teeth. Joe just gobbled her gash more intensely, driven wild by the combination of pain and pleasure he received from her hungry mouth. Shawna pulled away from him and wiped her face from the pre-cum that had smeared all over her face.

"Fuck-me!" She breathed lustily as she fixed him with a fierce gaze and crawled to all fours, arching her back and lifting her ass in the air. Her pink hole seemed to wink at him as she spread her cheeks for his invitation. Joe grabbed her hips and plunged his swollen cock deep inside her. Shawna grunted and pumped back as he tore into her pussy with frantic strokes.

"Uhhhh--harder!" Shawna groaned thrusting her hips.

Joe swung his hips forcefully and dove deeper inside her.

"Come on, you can do better than that. Fuck me!" Shawna challenged over her shoulder.

Joe pulled back and got off of his knees. He squatted over Shawna firm ass and planted his feet like a sumo wrestler on each side of her. He dipped slightly to get a better angle and slammed into her with all his might. The trust lifted Shawna off her knees. She grunted and wiggled her ass, griping his cock with her pubic muscles.

"Don't hold back. Fuck me harder."

Joe pulled out and prepared for a deeper plunge. He grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and plunged into her. He yanked her head back, using her hair like a bridle and rammed in and out of her relentlessly.

"Ohhhh fuck yeah! Ride me! Uhhhhmmmm! Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh-Shit!" Shawna groused and pushed against him like a bitch in heat. Her ass bumped backwards against his pelvis with each thrust. She fucked him like a wild woman. The scent of her sex was gamey and strong. The exertion of furious fucking made them both sweat.

"Uhhhmmm that's better. Here let me get on top." Shawna instructed with a smile.

Joe pulled out and laid back on the towel. Shawna squatted over his hips and grabbed his thick cock with one hand and aimed into her cunt as she lowered herself on to him. She planted her feet on each side of his hips and leaned forward slightly placing her palms on his chest for balance and began to dip up and down on him rapidly. With each upstroke she rotated her hips in small circles causing the ridge of his pole to massage her clit. Joe grabbed her ass as they both started to cumm and pushed her back and forth as he shot deep inside her. Shawna smiled and stood up. Her pussy dripped with the combination of their love juices. She stretched her lovely body in the sun and dove into the pool. When she broke the surface she grinned up at him like a shark.

"Wanna' go for a swim?" She asked, suggestively pushing her boobs together and offering them to Joe.

"Wheeeww--I wish I could, but I'm exhausted--and I need to finish the yard by two-o'clock because I still have to check in at the office and let them know I'm back in town."

"Well stop by later--John's away on business the rest of the week--and I get lonely in the afternoons," She said winking at him.

Joe took a deep breath, wishing he could summon the strength to go another round with the blonde beauty, but he had been sapped--literally, by her savage sexuality. We dressed, wincing as he pulled the shorts over his flaccid penis. Shawna's playfulness had left a few scrapes and teeth-marks on his red flesh. He jumped the fence and finished the yard-work. He knew he'd have to talk to Robin about Kerri when he went into the office. Worse, he'd also have to resume work on the post graduate project with that sultry bitch from Anderson, Mia Bawden. Not that Joe didn't want to have sex with her--he just knew that it was high price to give into her manipulation.

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 08



Monica Selles finished her shower and toweled off. She was still fuming from her encounter with that bitch, Mia Bawden, her English professor. She should have taken the advice of her friends and taken the section taught by Professor Murphy. They said he was just dreamy! All she wanted was to protect her perfect grade average.

She left the witch's office and headed right for a phone to call Dr. Lavery's apartment. She shouted obscenities when the answering machine explained that he wasn't home yet. She flung the phone into it's cradle and left campus. She toyed with the idea of going to his office, but David always acted weird when she went there (as if she were just a student and not the young woman who spent nights fucking and sucking him in his apartment). Monica headed to Pedro's bar and grill uptown more in need of a drink than food.

She sat down at a table and ordered a plate of super nachos and a pitcher of beer. Some boys from the college baseball team sat in a booth across from her and ogled at her. She flipped her long red hair over her shoulder and teased their hormones.

"Boys will be boys," she sighed as she sipped her beer. Just for kicks she ran her tongue along the rim of the glass, lapping at the suds and fixing the three jocks with a dark stare. One of the boys swaggered over to her table and smiled at her.

"My name's, Shane," the boy offered his hand as he introduced himself, "You're Monica Seles, from my English Class, right?"

"Yes," Monica breathed and returned Shane's gaze, undressing him mentally just as he had done to her from across the room earlier.

"Well, my buddies and I were wondering if you would like to go to a party with us. . ." Shane stammered shaken by the way this girl returned his advances evenly.

Monica eyed the other two boys still waiting in the booth for an answer. They were fairly cute, and this one was definitely a hunk. She decided a sexy romp would do her better than a few beers--it was less calories after all and a girl had to watch her figure.

"Let's not beat around the bush, Shane. You three boys are horny and would like to get into my pants. I'm a little anxious myself, and could probably devour the three of you. Whatta' ya say the four of us go back to my apartment for some good hard fucking?"

Shane simply hooted and gave his buddies the thumbs up. He grabbed the pitcher of beer and downed half of it. Then he pulled out his wallet and tossed a ten dollar bill on the table as he reached for Monica's hand to help her up and out to his car.

"Your such a romantic gentleman, Shane," Monica muttered as she was led out the door to the Fairlane convertible. The sarcasm was lost on the boy as he belched and opened the door for Monica. The other two leaped over the trunk and dived into the backseat. Shane spun the tires as they pulled out into the street. His hand slipped to Monica's thigh and gave it a squeeze through her tight jeans. Monica smiled up at his bungling move and hoped he wouldn't prove to be so clumsy once undressed. She instructed him how to get to her place, and Shane swerved the black convertible at every turn trying to set a speed record.

Once there, they climbed the ten flights of stairs to her apartment. One good sign was that none of the three were breathing heavy yet, perhaps they would be able to make up for their childishness with endurance. She unlocked the door and showed them in. They marveled at how "cool" her place was. Monica smiled and walked over to the bed in the middle of the loft. She started undressing, neither fast nor slow, smiling as the boys ogled at her fair skinned, shapely body, covered with tan freckles that accented her long auburn hair.

"What are you guys waiting for--take your clothes off," she commanded lustfully as she removed the last of her lingerie--she didn't want them to rip it.

"Together?" One boy asked sheepishly.

"Can't we take turns?" The other shy boy added.

"Yeah, I'll go first," Shane nodded looking at his friends then back at Monica who stood naked in front of the bed with her hands on her hips. Her breasts pointed outward as she sighed in exasperation.

"If you haven't noticed yet, this is a one room apartment. Besides I'd probably kill each of you alone. So come on, where's that team spirit that you baseball guys are so well known for. Why don't you boys show me your bats," Monica said with a devilish smile as she pointed at the three erections that were pointing at her.

The three boys shrugged, the blond one actually blushed, as they quickly disrobed and awkwardly approached Monica. The three circled her, but didn't seem to know what to do next. She smiled at their innocence and lost bravado, deciding they would need a little coaxing. She squatted between them and examined their cocks, which were waving stiffly in the air. She picked the long thick one and started to stroke it softly. She looked up at the owner and saw that it was the blond. He was blushing an even deeper shade of red.

"What's your name, honey?"

"Mike Knuteson," he swallowed roughly as he answered.

"Well, Mike let's see if this taste as good as it looks." She cooed as she leaned forward and slipped his cock into her mouth. She reached out for the other two cocks. Her cheeks bellowed in and out as she sucked Mike's cock, and her hands worked furiously back and forth as she stroked each of the other two boys. Her eyes rolled back and forth between the three boys and her face showed the effort of her sucking as she smiled up at them. She pulled her lips from Mike's meat and switched to the short thick cock to her right. "And who do we have here?" Monica asked playfully before swallow the short stub whole.

"Br-e-e-t-t Ba-ba-boooooone," he stuttered as he looked down at Monica who sucked his entire cock in and out of her mouth in large gulps.

She smiled up at him and resumed her sucking. Brett nearly swooned as her lips fluttered up and down his length. Monica's throat made low gurgling noises as she siphoned his hose. Mike slipped to the ground and maneuvered his face beneath Monica's squatting thighs. Shane started to turn away in disgust as Mike lavished Monica's pussy with long licks and wet kisses. Monica sensed Shane's dilemma and pulled her lips from Brett's fat prick and went to work on Shane's before it could deflate.

"Shane, girls love to have their muffs eaten. It makes them hornier," Monica informed him as she pounded her pelvis into Mike's face and rocked back and forth as he wiggled his tongue even deeper inside her twat. Her hands slid around Shane's cock and massaged his balls. Brett stooped and rubbed the tip of his cock against Monica's freckled tits. Her pink nipples dilated as Mike flicked them with the hood of his penis.

"Uhhhmmm, drink my pussy," Monica moaned just before grabbing Shane's tool with both hands and swallowing half his length. Shane put his hands on his hips and rolled his head back as Monica's head bobbed up and down, taking most of his length into her swirling mouth. Monica squeezed his balls and sucked harder causing Shane's hips to twitch and his pelvis to shudder involuntarily.

"See, you like to have your cock sucked--and girls like to have their twat licked!" Monica informed him as she pulled her lips from his prick and pumped it with both hands.

"I want to fuck you," Shane exclaimed. "You'll like my cock and forget about wanting your quiff licked," Mike told her as he thrust his hips trying to direct his fleshy torpedo back into her mouth.

"Sorry, only if you taste me first," Monica informed him. To prove her point she lifted off Mike's face and moved down over his hips. She then grabbed his swaggering cock and guided it into her labia as she lowered herself onto him. She fucked Mike severely, but looked directly into Shane's jealous eyes. To provoke him even more she reached for Brett's prong and glutted her cock-hungry mouth with his meat.

Shane stood angrily and watched Monica hump and suck away in ecstacy. Her slippery cunt slid up and down Mike's love-root, leaving it wet with her juices and causing it to shimmer and shine with a muff-buffed luster. With equal abandon she gobbled Brett's meat with her eager mouth. The two young men squealed as Monica exhibited her skill and sexual prowess. Monica's cock stuffed body rocked back and forth taking cock deep inside her pussy and throat. Brett moaned and backed away, trying to pull his cock free from Monica's slurping lips. She grabbed his hips and pulled him toward her, sucking his rod with even more vigor. Brett yelled as his hips bucked and shot a wad inside Monica's toiling mouth. The white lather dripped from the corners of her smiling lips. She licked the head of his penis, lapping up the cream as it gushed out of his cumm-hole. She smacked her lips and swallowed the load with lustful voracity. Exhausted, Brett flopped on the bed and sighed. Monica patted him on the rump and smiled. Then she redirected her effort toward fucking Mike who was moaning underneath her as he shimmied and scooted trying to shove his short arm through her pink-folds and up into her abdomen.

"Uhhhllll, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted," Monica teased as she returned his eager thrusting and squeezed his pole with her cuntlips. Monica looked over toward Shane and flashed him a mischievous grin. "Come over here and let me suck on that gorgeous prick of yours--then we can talk about you returning the favor later, okay?"

Shane was piqued, but he was also extremely horny. He walked over to where Monica was bouncing up and down on Mike. His organ was half erect, but it started to twitch to life when Monica slowly wet her lips and blew on his glistening dome. Monica had to work to get all of Shane's slender length into her mouth and she twisted and turned to get the best angle. This forced her to rotate her hips as she rose up and down on Mike's pole, while reaching out to suck on Shane's skin-flute. The jostling of Monica's body caused Mike to yelp and he grabbed Monica's hips in an attempt to ram into her like a freight train as he unloaded his hot lust. Monica deftly lifted off Mike and swung her legs over his bucking hips, before his dick spewed inside her. She turned her head to keep Shane's member sliding in and out of her mouth while she and pumped Mikes swelling cannon with both hands. Thick ribbons of white cream spurted from Mike's cock like lava rivers from a erupting volcano. Monica's hands became sticky with his love-glue as she continued to pump him, milking his balls, causing his hips to shudder and buck. Mike rolled away to her left and sprawled out on the floor, his cock still dripping with lust. He watched as Monica turned toward Shane and gorged herself with his heavy cock. After several hot strokes with her skilled lips, she pulled his cock from her puckered lips and smiled up at him.

"See how good that feels. Now I want you to eat me at the same time. I even made sure my pussy stayed nice and clean by making Mike cumm outside so that on your first time you wouldn't have to deal with sloppy-seconds." Monica said softly as she continued to pump his rod with one fist and helped him lower down to the floor with her. 

She swung her body around and helped him move into a circular sixty-nine position. She slowly licked the underside of his cock and trailed her fingers across the smooth skin of his scrotum. She coaxed him to taste her moist cunt. She lifted one of her shapely legs and rested her inner thigh softly against his face. Surprised that her womanhood had a musky smell that was pleasing rather than sickening, Shane stuck his tongue out tentatively. The taste astonished him. It was both salty and sweet, much like licorice or salt water taffy. He inched the tip of his tongue a little further into her pink oyster and wiggled it around experimentally. Her moans excited him and gave him further encouragement. Soon he was flicking his tongue all around in her cunt and she showed him her pleasure by taking long velvety drafts from his stiff cock. 

Before long, Shane was cramming his face between Monica's creamy thighs. He sucked her entire labia into his mouth, letting her juice run over his chin. He lightly nipped at her clitoris as it poked from beneath the slippery folds of pink flesh. The swirling inferno of Monica's mouth lifted off his penis as she squealed with pleasure at his eager pussy licking.

"Ohhhhhh God! Yes, Shane, suck my twat all the way into your mouth! Uhhhhllll--Uhhhhmmmmm--Ohhhhhhhhh Gaaaawwwd! That feeeels sooooo--goooood!" Monica called out, but then quickly resumed her febrile blowing of Shane's tool.

Shane lifted away from her hot kisses not wanting to cumm. He started to swing around underneath her, but she jumped up onto the bed and spread her legs inviting him to explore her depths. He quickly obliged and nestled between gorgeous gams. In one long powerful stroke, he entered her sumptuous pie, his sword buried to the hilt. Monica spread her long legs even further to accommodate him, hooking her ankles together, locking his thrusting body in a tight vice. Shane pummeled her cunt with short, powerful, jabs, driving her to the brink of oblivion.

"Shit! Your pussy is fine! Fuck me back--come on bitch--take it all in--ride my cock--come on--yeah--that's it--bam--uh-bam--uh--come on slut--I'll show you some hard fucking!" Shane grunted lustily. His syllables were broken with the effort of each lunge. 

Normally, Monica wouldn't tolerate the way Shane was talking to her, but his cock was sending to all time high and his brutish methods were awakening the savage in her own lustful soul. The huntress in her was unleashed and soon she overpowered Shane. Her cunt wrapped tightly around his pole. He could neither push in or pull out. She lurched upward and swung her hips to the right, dragging Shane's body with her. She now towered over him and released her grip only to ride up and down on him roughly.

"Come on stud! Let's see what you got. Your cock is no match for my pussy!" She challenged as she undulated her hips with each powerful plunge. 

Shane grunted and groaned, laboring to keep up with her feverish pace. The two other boys, refreshed and ready for the second round, came over to the bed to offer their aid to their deteriorating comrade. Monica instructed one of them to slide underneath Shane's thrusting body. Mike volunteered for the duty. Monica lifted high on Shane's pole and twirled her body so that she was now facing the same direction. With Mike in place, She instructed Brett to help her guide Her anus onto Mikes pole and her pussy onto Shane's. All three boys seemed to hesitate, but decided that they hadn't been misled thus far. Monica squealed as she lowered her privates down on the double prong. She rested for a moment, then began to slowly move up and down, instructing the boys to let her do the work to prevent any injury. One she established a pleasurable rhythm, she laid back against the pile of bodies. Brett then straddled her face and guided his surging dick into her mouth. With every orifice filled, Monica rolled, pitched, and swayed. She was glutted with young cock, satisfied for the first time in ages. Her room-mate had once called her a nymphomaniac, and Monica was beginning to believe it. Monica reveled in her cock-fest, slowing whenever the boys seemed to be on the brink of losing control. Several times she had to completely stop and become still to prevent them from cumming prematurely (her definition was somewhat unfair).

One of the boys, she wasn't sure which, reached his fingers into her flapping labia and massaged her clitoris as she continued her slow rolling romp. The tickling fingers combined with the exquisite pressure of the two large cocks rubbing each side of her G-spot, caused her to lose control. Her body began to buck and reel, thus triggering a chain reaction in the boys. Monica became lost in a cunt-busting orgasm. The force of her spasms jettison the male meat from her body and all three boys emptied their balls in rivers of hot, white, lava. Monica's body was drenched inside and out with fuck juice. The four bodies collapsed on the large bed in happy depletion.

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 09



Joe went in to his office after finishing the yard, showering, and eating some lunch. During the whole drive to the campus his mind reeled with mixed thoughts. He couldn't believe what he had been through in the last forty-eight hours. He didn't feel like a man who had, in a very short period of time, cheated on his wife, slept with his best friend's wife, co-worker's daughter, or secretly lusted after a go-go dancer (not to mention the luscious blond from the hotel). In fact, he felt pretty damned good right now. He felt like he was ten years younger.

As he strolled up the walkway toward Hamilton Hall, he was torn between deciding what to say to Robin about Kerri, and making a move on her to see if she was really as interested as Kerri had implied. Joe went up the elevator, choosing to try Robin out for a spin, keeping in pattern with his current degenerate, but blissful profligacy. The doors of the elevator opened right into the spacious office area of his department. Something was wrong. 

The entire area had been rearranged and redecorated. He dropped his briefcase to the floor and stared at the strange surroundings. That bitch, Mia Bawden must be up to her tricks again. She must have intended to take advantage of his brief sabbatical to make another round of power moves. He'd deal with her later. Right now he needed to find where his office had been moved to. Just as he was about to turn down the corridor, he heard the copier whirl to life. He poked his head around the corner and saw Robin standing over the machine.

He cleared his throat and she stepped away from the machine with a start and Joe eyes automatically drifted toward her heaving bosom. She was dark and long-limbed. She had obviously taken advantage of the spring heat wave. She wore a short, white, summer dress that showed off her shapely limbs that were tanned a creamy mocha. Joe licked his lips as a thousand delicious pictures ran through his mind.

"Oh, it you, Joe. We didn't expect you back for quite sometime. I guess your looking for your office--and I guess I don't have to tell you who's behind all the changes." Robin smiled and turned, her chestnut hair falling over her shoulder as she motioned to Joe to follow her. His eyes made contact with hers, causing a stir in his groin. She set off walking in a long stride that swung her well-cut skirt to and fro about her equally well-cut legs. She turned to see if he was following. She followed his stare and gave him a beautiful smile that was somehow both demure and devilish. She was a very beautiful woman whose looks lied about her age. Many often mistook Robin and Kerri for sisters. They entered his "new" office. She closed the door as he sat behind the desk to put away his things. He resigned to just live with the changes for now.

"You got a few minutes?" Robin asked as she sighed and slipped into the comfortable chair.

Joe looked up at her and listened as she told her story of the mother-daughter feud. He listened half-heartedly lost in her beauty. She was a very feminine woman. Her eyes were large and very brown; her lips were full and voluptuous with just enough lipstick to contrast her tan features; her teeth even and brilliantly white; her face was a perfect oval with high cheekbones and a sharp arched nose framed by volumes of flowing chestnut-brown hair. She was the definition of beauty. Joe sat back in his chair and drank her loveliness in. She seemed to noticed that he was no longer paying attention and left her chair to sit on the corner of his desk to regain his ear--instead it caused him to stare into her eyes harder. 

There was a slightly unnerving exchange of glances between them. Robin stopped talking and was now breathing heavily, her dress molded her full breasts. Their eyes met again and a charge that was sensual, gentle and friendly passed between them--like kids on their first car date.

"What next?" she barely breathed.

He pulled his glasses from his face and set them aside on the desk, his hand returned and brushed the hem of her dress, then followed the slit of her skirt with his finger.

"I think it would be silly for us to engage in subtleties," Joe returned as his finger continued to trail up her leg.

"I quite agree."

She sat up and moved toward him, and her eyes turned to fire as her lips came against his mouth, warm, soft. He felt her press against him, her tongue moving out with quick darting invitation, then suddenly drawing back. She paused, then moved from him. In her eyes was no amusement, no cool toying appraisal, only a dark deep hunger.

He reached out, into the neck of her dress, his fingers moving across her left breast, feeling soft warmth. He reached up to pull her dress open further and he felt her tremble under his touch. Her breasts came out of the dress, pear-shaped, pink tips standing out sharply, anticipatory. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him forward, his face into her breasts. His mouth found the erect pink-brown tips, drew on them.

Oh, God, oh, oh, please, please," he heard her murmur, ignited by the urgency and whispered fierceness.

His mouth stayed on her breasts, moving from one to the other, pulling on them, drawing their creamy softness up. She writhed under him, the dress disappearing. Her hands pulled at his trousers, pushing them to the floor. She brushed all the items off the desk with an urgent sweep of her arm and leaned back on his desk, pulling him on top of her, rubbing her soft belly against him, reveling in the touch of flesh against flesh.

He felt the clawing heat of her body as her leg moved over his and her hand drifted down his stomach. She put her mouth over his and moaned into it. Her hands curled on his chest, dug into his flesh, scraped along his ribs, and she was consumed with desire, devouring, insatiable. Her mouth joined the slow long route of her hands, tracing erotic paths with her tongue, feverishly deliberate, across his chest, down over his hard-muscled frame, down, down, finally halting to a cry of pure passion and pleasure just before her red lips floated over his rigid manhood, her tongue swirling as she took his massive length slowly into her feverishly hot mouth.

Her ardor and fervor coaxed him to the brink of madness. He could barely stand as she seemed to swallow his entire essence with her sweltering lips. He swooned against the desk as her head moved back and forth along the ridge of his cock. He grabbed a handful of her brown curls and slowed the pace of her slurping and sucking.. Then he rolled her back on the desk and knelt between her spreading thighs. Her lips were opened, sweet, entreating, inviting, and glistening with the nectar of her passion. The rich musky smell of her lust churned about him as her buried his face into her mound of soft pink flesh. He drank from her deeply and her hands clawed at his neck, trying to drive his mouth further into her writhing thighs.

He stayed with her, brought her close to the trembling brink, listened to her soft pleas of passion, then pulled back for a moment only to return to yet another peak. He brought her closer and closer each time--always stopping just before she wiggled with small spasms. Suddenly, he felt her hands tighten against him and the scream rose from her throat, whispered at first, then full and begging, finally trailing off to murmurs and whispers as her flood-gates released. Joe pulled up and sank his lips against the warm flesh of her soft breasts. He waited for just the right moment and pressed upward parting her thighs further and guiding his cock into the fluttering folds of her cunt. He hesitated and brushed the mushroomed tip of his cock gently around her wet pussy-lips. 

"Oh, my," she whispered. "Oh my, my, uhmmmmmm--gaaaawd!"

Her breast became soft points pressing into his chest as he raised her legs. They slid around his hips. Her lips moved lightly along his collarbone, her tongue drawing delicate patterns on his skin. She paused, pressing herself hard against him, opening herself. She whimpered, her teeth sinking softly into the flesh of his neck. Her breath came in short wisps as she moaned huskily into his shoulder.

He entered her easily. She moaned and lifted a firm breast to his lips. Joe opened his mouth and took it gently and she gasped and became electric at once. Her muscles tightened in tiny spasms until she was writhing and coiling against him. Their bodies slapped together as the pace of their lovemaking took on a frenzied pitch. Joe rolled and pared with her undulating hips. Soon they were both crying out, not caring who may hear their tremendous passion. Joe jabbed into Robin relentlessly, her long legs lifted with the force of his steady fucking with each thrust. Joe felt his load gather in his balls and prepared to withdraw in time, but Robin wanted him deeper, wanted to feel the gush of his love deep inside her. His cock and balls swelled and spewed as he gave one final push that was met with the bumping of her hips as she became lost in her own orgasm. His cumm loosed into her like a burst hose and became deep-seated into the well between her legs.

Robin smiled as his cock spurted deep inside her. She swiveled around on the desk and caught the remaining spray of Joe's hose in her mouth. She grabbed at him with both hands and swallowed his spurting cock in her hot mouth. Her cheeks flexed with effort as she sucked him back to life. Her tongue flicked along his length and slipped around and down to his scrotum. She slid each ball into her mouth, one at a time, and rolled it in her gently sucking mouth. 

Her dark eyes gazed up at him as she serviced his tool with her full lips. Her bright lipstick mixed with saliva and left pink streaks on his straining meat. Robin pulled her lips tight around his cock and sucked it in and out with a furious pace. Her long fingers grasped his pumping buttocks and she sucked him even harder. Joe cried out as he came in a furious explosion, his cumm filling her mouth and flowing out of her lips and down her chin. Robin tried to swallow every last drop, gathering the cream that spilled and licking it up. Her darting tongue caused Joe to have yet another erection, so he bent her over the desk and plunged his length deep inside her.

"Ohhhh, Joe fuck me!" she cried out with passion.

Joe gladly obliged her and began to rock back and forth on his feet behind her, his cock slamming in and out of her gaping hole relentlessly. Robin looked back at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Uhhhmmmmm, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, harder!"

Joe dipped with each thrust to keep up with her demands. She arched her back to give him a better angle. Joe slid deeper inside her and grunted with effort. He plowed into her slippery cunt and she moaned and whimpered with lust. Joe spread her cheeks and pushed his thumb into her anus, forcing her G-spot to ride the ridge of his cock as it worked like a steam piston in her pussy. Robin jerked and wiggled, lost in a rapid succession of orgasms. Joe turned her over on the desk and pushed his cock back into her pussy after the last spasm passed. He quickly resumed a frantic pace bringing Robin to brink of ecstasy yet again. His thumb wiggled into the top of her labia and teased her clit. Robin cooed with delight and smiled at him. Her ass scooted back and forth on the desk as she tried to fuck him back.

"Let me fuck you now," Robin breathed as she flashed him a lusty smile.

Joe pulled out and let Robin guide him into the chair behind the desk. Joe nearly lost his balance as he sat in the chair as it swiveled and moved beneath him. Robin grabbed the back of the chair with each hand to steady it as she stretched her long tan body from the desk. Joe nuzzled her melon shaped breasts as they rose up in the air. Robin straddled the chair and lowered her legs over top of Joe's. She grabbed his towering erection between her thumb and forefinger and guided it gently into her pussy as she lowered onto his lap. Joe moaned as her hot juicy hole slid down his length. He grabbed her ass as she gently rocked back and forth in his lap. Robin used the chair to glide back and forth and spin in circles as she fucked Joe. Her long dark legs twined around the back, heels hooked together, as she spun the chair around and around leting the centrifugal force drive Joe's rod deep inside her gyrating trove. Robin grunted as she pushed her pelvis agaainst the base of Joe's massive prong, stuffing her muff with all of its length. She arched her back as it filled her, leading her into yet another orgasm. Her cunt quivered and it grew tight around his shaft as several spasms rocked her body. Joe's eyes widened and his cock leaped into one final orgasm of dry heaves. Robin lifted off his lap and quickly dressed. She pat him on the butt as he bent over looking for his own clothing.

"I do believe that this is a start of wonderful business partnership," Robin chimed. She gave him a satisfied smile and rolled her eyes. She checked herself in the mirror and blew him a kiss as she turned and headed out of the office. He watched her move, amazed that for all the lustful fucking they had just engaged in, she didn't seem to have a hair out of place, while he couldn't even find his underwear. His gaze followed her long curvy legs and hips and he cursed himself for not having the stamina to fuck her again--this time until he at least messed up her hair.

To Be Continued...



Carnal Campus Ch. 10



Monica kicked woke the boys from their fuck-induced slumber and rousted them out of her one room apartment. She then picked up the phone and dialed David's number, leaving a suggestive message on his recorder. She fixed the bed and lit some incense to cover the gamy smell of sex that lingered in the loft, then headed to the bathroom. She turned on the water, and admired her lean body in the large mirror. She pushed her perky breasts together and the teats stuck out in hard pride. She admired the curves of her body, never regretting her pale skin. She found that most men found tan bodies artificial and common place--especially with the over-population of tanning salons. Her fair skin and shapely body usually drove men wild with desire. Her auburn hair and milky skin were considered a rare treat on the sexual smorgasboard men were hungry for. She added bath-jel to the swirling water and slipped into the oversized tub, letting the warmth rush over her body.

Monica ran the sponge over her breasts and between her legs, lost in vigorous masturbation, trying to finish what the boys had only started. She moaned softly and massaged her clitoris, allowing the water to splash in and out of her labia. She opened her eyes as her fingers found a wonderful new spot and caught a flicker of movement in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. She knew it had to be David, since he was the only one who had a key, but decided to indulge his sneaky little fantasy and closed her eyes pretending not to see him. She could hear his heavy breathing as she grabbed the shower head and turned the blast of spray toward her gaping pussy. The jet of water sluiced her cunt lips and she moaned louder. 

She felt his eager hands slip around her shoulders and down to her waiting breasts. His gentle fingers caused her nipples to cry out in sharp buds. He kissed her deeply and sucked her tongue into his smoldering mouth. She moaned into his throat and reached out to find his cock. As her hands came into contact with his stiff maleness, he slid his palm down between her thighs and cupped her mound with his hand. She pulled from his mouth and dove her lips over his rugged prick swallowing him whole, her body turning in the tub and causing his middle finger to slide into her hot gash.

David fingered Monica's cunt as she sucked his percolating manhood. David bit his lips, barely preventing the orgasm that her cock-hungry lips tried to coax from him. He reached for the showerhead she had abandoned and slid it between her legs. Monica spread her legs wide, never leaving his cock. Her head bobbed back and forth as he moved the pulsating water against her clit. He shoved the fixture into her pussy and slowly fucked her with it. Monica pulled his cock from her mouth and gasped as the ivory handle of the bath fixture disappeared into her cunt. David plunged it in and out of her as she moaned and cooed with intense pleasure. Monica pumped and licked at his cock, but couldn't concentrate enough to fit it into her mouth as David shoved the showerhead deeper and deeper into her pink folds. Monica rolled around in the tub causing the drain to open. David smiled as he continued to fuck her with fixture, knowing he had finally succeeded in capturing her lust.

Monica rose to her knees and bent over, spreading her cheeks for David. David sat on the rim of tub and moved Monica closer to him, still fucking her pussy with the showerhead. He pressed his cockhead against her puckered anus and slowly pushed it inside. A flood of heat suffused Monica's randy body as David cornholed her arse with his cock and reamed her quim with the bath fixture.

"Ohhhhhhhhh shiiiiittttttt! Uhhhhmmmmmmm allllllll uhhhlllll, Daviddddd gaaaawd that more than I caaannn taaaake!" Monica protested, but rocked back and forth humping him back stroke for stroke.

David pulled both fuck rods out of her slowly, causing Monica to shudder with lusty bliss. She stood up in the tub and David knelt down to taste her succulent poon while cleaning off his ten pound hard-on. Monica cooed and backed her muff into his face as he tongue-fucked her. Monica's cunt launched into a series of quakes and her labia puckered drenching his face with a load of cunt-honey. At the height of her orgasm he stood and rammed deep inside her cunt with his bull-like bone. Her peppery twat drank in his length and grew tight around it as he shoved into her. Her tits jiggled with the force of his thrusting that sent his rod deep inside her and caused his bulging balls to slap against her wiggling ass cheeks. 

David cried out as his cock heated up and prepared to jettison its load. Monica pulled away from him and knelt between his legs to take his exploding prick into her eager mouth. He shot a wad of cumm into her mouth that splashed the back of her throat and dripped out of her lips. Monica grabbed the base of his cock in a two-fisted grip and pumped another load high into the air. She then covered the tip of his cockhead and sucked the remaining stream of cum up through the vein, draining him like a swizzle stick. 

They slid down in the tub and replaced the drain. The warm water began to run over their tired bodies. Monica sat between David's legs and they washed each other, basking in the afterglow of the best sex either of them had ever experienced.

"Where were you today?" Monica asked as she sponged his meaty, but deflated cock.

"In a rather stressful meeting caused by you, as a matter of fact," David explained.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mia Bawden is throwing a fit over the grievance you filed."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, and its making my life miserable," David told a half-truth enjoying the fringe benefit of fucking Mia, but wanting to get the dirty work over quickly.

"Why your life?"

"Because Mia claims that you alluded to our `relationship,' and she claims to have proof of it and will use it against me if I don't get you to back-off."

"I'm sorry, David," Monica turned and looked deep into his eyes. Not only did she enjoy fucking him--she was beginning to fall in love with him.

"Well, we have to decide what to do."

"I'm not dropping the complaint--it's about time someone took on that bitch."

"Monica, that would jeopardize my position with the University."

"Why?"

"Because Altoona has a non-fraternization policy. The lovely time we just spent together could get me fired!"

"Then what are we going to do?"

"If I can get your grade changed, will you agree to stop the grievance?"

"Well, I--that is the reason I filed it. I have a 4.0, and now its ruined. If you can fix the grade, maybe something could be done that isn't quite so formal, but gets my point across about Miss Bawden."

"I'm afraid you will have to back completely off--Mia has my balls in a vice right now. she has way too much political power. It's going to be hard enough to change your grade. I'll need copies of all your work in the class." 

"Sure, no problem. What are you going to do?'

"Appeal to the chair, Joe Murphy when he gets back in town."

"Will it really do any good?"

"I think so. Joe is a very fair man--besides I was his roommate in college and he owes me a few favors. In fact we may be able to fix Mia Bawden at the same time. Would that make you happy?"

"Very happy," Monica smiled up at David and slid down in his lap. She gently stroked his penis and it grew between her fingers. Her green eyes shined up at him as she slipped his member back into her ready mouth and provoked his rod to grow even larger.

"Now that makes me very happy," David responded and placed his hand on the back of her head and urged her mouth down onto his pole.

Monica sucked him for a few moments and then paused briefly, but continued to stroke his massive torpedo as it floated in and out of the bath water.

"Is Dr. Murphy as much of a stud as all the girls say he is?" Monica asked as she continued to pump his prick.

"No. In fact, he's straight as an arrow. He met his wife way back in undergrad school and has been faithful ever since," David said laughing and shaking his head. Monica muttered something and resumed giving David the second best blow-job he had ever had in his life. The best one he had ever gotten was ironically from Murphy's wife, long before David had introduced the two of them.