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Coed

By: bassbelly



Jake Roberts pulled into the parking lot behind Choy's Chinese restaurant in Missoula, Montana about 7:30 Friday evening. It was a pleasant April evening, rare in spring in western Montana. He parked his bright red Corvette in a spot near the back entrance and strode leisurely inside. Choy's was a fairly large place for a college town. It was also semi-expensive. Jake's family had a lot of money so he had a generous allowance. The Chinese lady, Mrs. Chung, who ran the place, escorted him to his usual table.

"We have new waitress," She smiled. "You see her, you like her. I send her over here." 

He started to protest, but then thought better of it. He knew it was useless to argue with the little Chinese woman. He had tried it before and it didn't work. 

As Jake settled into his seat, a vision of total loveliness and beauty appeared in front of him. She was oriental. She was perfect. 

The vision asked, "May I take your order, sir?" Jake couldn't answer. His throat had slammed shut and he had started to sweat. "Sir?" inquired the vision.

Jake had never been outgoing. In fact, he was extremely shy, especially around the opposite sex. That's why he was still a virgin. It embarrassed him to think that he had never loved a lady, but those were the facts. Now he was confronted with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His brain crumbled. 

Finally he croaked, "I'd like some egg foo yung, and some kung pao chicken, please." 

She continued to query him about soup, salad and the usual accoutrements. She wrote it all onto her pad and swept away toward the kitchen. 

Jake was now a shambles. He could not think about anything but the girl. He knew he would have to shake this feeling. He was a math major with a 4.0 GPA. He couldn't let this rattle him.

The next day, he went back to Choy's. He knew he had to find out more about the girl. Mrs. Chung greeted him at the door again. She was smiling from ear to ear. Jake knew that she knew he was hooked. "So, you like Julie a little." She said. Jake smiled. "Maybe you like her a lot?" 

"Is she working today?" asked Jake.

"She be here in two more hours." Mrs. Chung replied. Jake didn't think he could wait that long, but on the other hand, he was scared and shaking. 

"I'll be back." Jake stated and walked out to his 'Vette.

Two and a half hours later, Jake returned to Choy's. He came in through the rear entrance again and was again greeted by Mrs. Chung. 

"I think you maybe like Julie a lot. She cherry girl. You no hurt her!" Mrs. Chung admonished. 

"I think of her all the time. It's your fault for hiring a goddess." exclaimed Jake as he sat down. Soon Julie was standing in front of Jake's table. Once again he felt the constriction in his throat. He couldn't speak. 

"Is something wrong, sir?" Julie asked. 

Summoning up all his courage, Jake said, "No, no, nothing's wrong. It's just that I've never seen a girl like you before." 

"Is something wrong with me? Should I get you a different waitress?" 

"No!! Absolutely not!" Jake almost shouted. He was having a very difficult time talking to her. "Can I ask you your name?" Jake asked meekly. 

"Sure, it is Julie Trang. My family is Vietnamese." She replied. 

"Although I've only seen you a couple of times, I would really like to get to know you better." Jake begged. 

"Well," she responded, "This is awfully fast. What would you want to do?" 

"There is a frat party Saturday night. Would you go with me?" 

"I don't know about that. I've never been to a frat party, but I have heard some bad things about them." 

"What you have heard probably has some truth to it," Jake admitted. "But I would take good care of you. I would have you home early and we could leave any time you want." 

"OK" she said. "But I have to warn you, I'm not much of a party animal." 

"Neither am I." vowed Jake. "I only go because I'm a frat brother. I seldom stay at one of these things much past 8:30 or 9:00. We could go get something to eat after we leave." 

"Won't you have to come back to the frat house to sleep?" she asked. 

"No, I've got my own house. Dad insisted that I join the frat. I made him give me a house before I agreed to it." 

"Wow!! Is daddy loaded?" 

"Yeah, he's got mega bucks. But he really is a nice guy and he came by all of it honestly. I'll pick you about 6:30. That way, we won't be there very long. Just long enough for me to become the envy of the entire frat." He smiled.

The week dragged by with the alacrity of a snail with polio. Finally Saturday evening arrived. It was chilly out as is typical of spring time Montana weather. Jake burned rubber almost all the way to Julie's house. When he got there, he rang the bell. Julie answered the door and invited him inside. 

Suddenly it was more chilly inside Jake than outside. He was nervous. Very nervous. He stepped inside and she escorted him to the front room. Her mother and father were introduced and greeted him openly. They seemed like a nice couple and expressed some concern about the frat party. 

"It'll be alright." Jake assured them. "I promise not to let anything bad happen to her." 

"We understand you are an amateur boxer." Julie's father said. 

"Yeah, but it is just a hobby. I'm really not good enough to turn pro or even get into the Olympic circuit. After I graduate, that will be a thing of the past." 

Her father grinned broadly and said, "We don't know much about you, but you look like you can take care of our daughter." 

The longer Jake talked to them, the better he liked them. "Just between us, sir, I think your daughter is the sweetest, nicest, most beautiful girl I have ever met and frankly, I want to get to know her and her family much better. I'm not a playboy or someone who chases women. In fact, your daughter is the first date I have had in two years. I'm not going to hurt her or try to take advantage of her." 

The old man smiled and said, "I appreciate your honesty. We want to know you better too, but first, have a good time this evening and bring her back to us." 

"You can be sure I will Mr. Trang." He took her arm and walked her out to the car. 

"I think daddy and mama like you." She said. 

"I hope so." He replied.

Even though she was only 4' 10" and 90 pounds, when she walked into the frat house, it was like a movie star had arrived. All the frat brothers shifted into "full lust" and all their dates shifted into total dismay. 

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Jake's fishing buddy. "Where did you capture her?" 

"I never give away good fishin' spots." Jake stated. 

Julie looked around and saw that everyone had a drink or a beer. There was a keg on the bar. There must have been fifty bottles of hard liquor behind the bar. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" Jake asked. 

"You'll think I'm a party pooper, but I don't drink alcohol." 

"Neither do I!" exclaimed Jake. And with that he ambled over to the bar and retrieved a couple of Sprites. By the time he got back to Julie, she was surrounded by frat brothers. "Alright, heathens. Go back to the slums and leave the lady alone." 

"Thanks Jake. For a minute I felt like the main course at a wolf feed." They sipped their drinks and listened to the music for a while. Finally, a slow dance came on. 

"Want to dance maam?" Jake inquired. 

"Sure thing, handsome." Julie responded. 

"I can't dance fast." Jake explained. 

"I can, but I don't like to. I think it looks odd. Like you're demented or physically impaired." Julie commented Jake laughed and held her tighter. She squeezed him. It was great!

At 8:45, Jake said, "I've had about enough party. Let's go get something to eat." 

"OK" replied Julie. 

"What would you like for dinner?" Jake asked. 

"How about a big, juicy steak!" Julie answered enthusiastically. They hopped in the car and headed for the best steak house in town. "I've never eaten here" Julie said as they drove up to the parking valet. 

"I'm sure you'll like it. They have really good food here." 

"Well, OK, if you say so."

The evening was going by much too fast. Their food came and was consumed. A local band was playing oldies in the background. He led her out onto the dance floor and held her tightly. She reciprocated. She put her hands on the back of his head and drew him down to her. No mean feat! Jake was no giant, but his 5' 10" frame was way up in the air for the short, beautiful Julie. She kissed him lightly and ran her tongue across his lips. A bomb went off inside Jake's head. He had never had a girl lick his lips. It was an incredible feeling. She looked into his eyes and smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. He could have stayed like this for a week! Jake shuddered visibly against her and knew beyond a doubt that he was in love. The song ended. 

"We've got to get home. I don't want daddy to worry." she said. 

"OK" said Jake. They walked slowly out while the valet brought the car. He drove as slowly as he could to her house and walked her to her door. She fished out her key and said, 

"I had a really good time tonight, Jake." He looked into her eyes and she knew he was in love with her. She didn't know if she was in love with him, but she knew that she had never felt this way about any man ever before. Once again she dragged his lips down to hers. This time her lips parted and her tongue shot into his mouth. Jake was overwhelmed and almost collapsed. He wondered if it would just keep getting better and better. 

"Where did you learn that?" he asked. 

"I'm an avid reader. I thought I'd try some of that out on you. The book said it would generate "strong feelings and urges". Did it work?" 

"Boy, I'll say it did. Keep reading! I can't wait for the next chapter!!" Then with a happy little giggle, she was gone. 

The next week was filled with exam preps, so both Jake and Julie didn't have much time for fun. Meanwhile, Julie had a serious chat with her mother. 

"Oh, mama, I don't know what to do. When I kissed him, it felt like all my body shifted into high gear. My pussy tingled. My vagina got wet. He didn't make any moves on me, but I can tell he loves me! What is happening to me? I never felt this way before. What do I do now? From the way he makes me feel, I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing!!" 

"Listen daughter. Every woman who has ever fallen in love feels this way. I feel the same way about your father. I get wet every time he touches me and we have been married for many years. I know you have been reading about sex and marriage. That is a good thing. You will know what to do when the time is right. Meanwhile, since you have deep feelings for Jake, let yourself explore them as far as you want to go. You will soon know if he is the one." 

"Oh, mama! I am so scared. I have read all about sex and how it can hurt and not be good and maybe I'll regret it. How can I get over this fear?" 

"You will forget all about the fear when you bed him. Sex is a beautiful thing and all the women in our family enjoy it. You will not be any different." 

"But mama, what if it is too big for me? I have heard that Americans have giant penises and can split a small oriental girl like me in two." 

Her mother laughed and said, "Don't believe all that stuff! If women can stretch to let a baby out, do you really think you couldn't let a penis in? It would have to be a whale cock! I'm not saying to run out there, jerk his pants off and screw him to death. Take your time and enjoy your love. Then when the time is right, let him have it!" 

"Thank you mama. I'll try to take it slow. What would daddy say if I gave it up? Do you think he would be very angry?" 

"Well, daughter, all daddies don't like to think of their sweet little girls doing it with anyone. But deep down they know it is the natural order of things. Besides, how would they ever get grand children? Don't worry about your father. He will understand. After all, he made me pregnant at sixteen and here you are nineteen and a virgin. You are overdue."

Jake could just barely get thoughts of Julie shunted to one side long enough to study for his finals. Finally on Friday he called her and asked if he could cook dinner for her. 

She said, "I'll cook for you. But I have no kitchen. My parents are having guests this weekend." 

"Why don't you come cook over here at my place? Tell me what to buy and I'll have it here tomorrow night. What time will you be over?" Jake asked. 

"I thought I would start cooking about 2:00 in the afternoon so we could eat by 6:00." 

"Great! Now, what do you need?" Julie recited her shopping list and they said their goodbyes. 

Jake had his kitchen stocked and ready for Julie by 1:00. He drove over to pick her up. Her mother answered the door and invited him in. She had a strange half-smile on her face. As she escorted him to the living room, she grasped his bicep. 

"Oh, very hard. You in good shape." And with that she giggled and left the room. 

Suddenly Julie appeared. "Ready?" she asked. She didn't look like she was dressed for cooking. She looked like she was dressed for eating. She had a small overnight bag with her. "Aprons" she replied when asked.

They hopped in the car and zipped over to Jake's house. As she walked through the door she casually flipped the overnight bag into the living room, turned, grabbed Jake and rammed her tongue down his throat. Her mind was made up. Jake was the one. Jake would take her virginity and Jake would do it tonight! Jake wriggled a little and then returned her salutation in kind. He leaned down, picked her up and took her to the living room. When he looked into her eyes this time, he saw love and lust. Jake knew it was the end of his bachelor days. 

"Let's get comfortable honey." She said as he dropped her on the sofa. "If you wait a minute, I'll go get into my cooking clothes." 

Thoroughly confused, Jake let her go. She grabbed her little overnight bag a skipped off to the bathroom in Jake's bedroom. Jake couldn't figure out what happened. One minute she was hotter than freshly fired dynamite and the next minute she was gone. Twenty minutes later, she came out of Jake's bedroom. His eyes popped open when he saw her and instantly he understood. She was wearing the world's skimpiest baby doll pajamas. They were sheer. He could see right through them. She had on no bra and no panties. 

Jake almost had a heart attack. "What else do you have in that little overnight bag?" 

"Just my toothbrush, some fresh underwear and a little sun dress for tomorrow morning." She innocently stated. 

"Oh no! What about your parents? They'll kill me if I don't get you home on time." Jake worried. 

"Ha, ha, I already took care of that. I talked this over with my mother a couple of weeks ago. She talked to my father. Don't forget they are from the old country and look at things much differently than Americans." 

"Two weeks? You've known about this for two weeks?" He asked. 

"Yeah, how else was I going to get you into my evil clutches? These things take planning." She giggled, "Someone is overdressed." 

"It must be me, 'cause it sure can't be you!" Jake exclaimed. 

"I guess I'll have to fix that." she said as she walked slowly toward him. 

All Jake could do was sit transfixed by the vision of loveliness before him. She was in charge. He knew it. She unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it from him. Next, she unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. Then she hooked her tiny fingers into the waistband of his boxers and lowered them to the floor. He stepped out of them. Her eyes homed in on his cock. It was circumcised and 9" long. She had four brothers and had seen all of them naked at one time or another and she had seen her father naked, but she had never seen a cock this big and this hard. 

"Sit down." She ordered. 

"Yes maam." He sighed. She sat beside him. 

A little drop of pre-cum oozed from the hole in the end of his dick. She cautiously stuck out her finger and tested it. Then she tasted it. 

"Hmmmm, not bad!" she opined. 

She tried gripping his cock but her fingers would not go all the way around it. She tried it with both hands and it fit, more or less. She lowered her lips to the head and kissed it. Then she scooted up and started kissing Jake. He was trembling. She was trembling. 

"I know why I'm shaking" she said. "It's because I'm a virgin. Why are you shaking?" 

"Well, I've never done this before." said Jake. 

"You mean you've never had a virgin before?" 

"No, I've never had sex before!" exclaimed Jake. 

"Oh Jake, I just assumed that a big good looking guy like you would have had many girls by now. You're twenty. What happened?" 

"It's more like what didn't happen. I decided early that screwing around with a bunch of sluts wasn't going to be for me. So I started looking for the right girl. I knew I'd find her eventually. Now I have. From the moment I first saw you, I knew that you were the one but I also knew that I would have to let you be the one to decide. Have you?" 

"Jake, you know I have. Why else would I be sitting in your living room almost naked? You are my one and only. I love you!"

Jake held her close to him, taking her into his arms. He kissed her, tenderly at first and then gradually increased the heat and passion of the kisses until they were a white hot flame. His hands drifted to her small 32 B breasts and massaged them gently. She was busy giving his cock a rub down. He tweaked her nipples and watched them spring back. He rubbed them with the palm of his hand and then dropped his hand to her crotch. He started rubbing through her baby dolls in small circles. 

"One of us is still overdressed." He whispered. 

She sat back and jerked the flimsy nightie over her head and onto the floor. No clothing remained between them. Time to get serious. 

"We're going to do some things now I have only dreamed about." 

"And just where did you learn these things?" 

"You are not the only one who can read." He smiled. 

She squealed as he hoisted her legs in the air and spread them enough to get his head between them. 

"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked with a quiver in her voice. 

"According to the book, that comes later. Right now, it's snack time." 

He plunged his head between her legs and licked the inside of her thighs. She started a low moan. He kissed down her legs. He kissed the instep on her foot and sucked her toes one at a time and then all at once. Her feet were tiny and perfect. Then he switched legs and started the slow journey back up to her pussy. When he got to the top of her thighs, he hoisted her butt further off the sofa and suddenly plunged his tongue into her asshole. She screamed like she had been shot and started her first climax. He rimmed her hard and long. She came two more times. He slid his tongue back to the bottom of her pussy and licked all the way to the top of it in one stroke. Slowly he sucked her labia into his mouth and ran his tongue over them. She had produced copious quantities of love honey and he eagerly lapped it up. It was great. Unlike anything he had ever tasted, he wanted more, more, more. The inside of her vagina had a fresh meaty taste like roasted duck. He loved it. She was cumming and cumming, writhing around on the sofa. He suddenly picked her up and carried her to his double-king bed. She had latched on to his cock with an iron grip and did not let go. She jacked it hard, then harder. 

"Wait!" he exclaimed. "If you keep that up, I'm going to cum." 

"So?" 

"I want the first time to be in your pussy. I've got some condoms. I bought them the day I met you. Just in case." 

Laughing she said, "I started taking the pill the day after you came into Choy's. Just in case." 

"I can never tell you how much I love you." He said. "The time is here. Are you ready?" 


Coed Aces Doctor's Exam



An entire semester's worth of preparation had gone into that day's presentation. The free-spirited professor didn't believe in homework or tests which meant the entire semester's grade was riding on one class presentation about changes in portraiture during the Renaissance. Art history had seemed like such an easy elective. Why was I sweating so much?

For starters, Florida was hot and humid in the afternoon even in early December. I wondered if it would be another eighty degree Christmas. Additionally, the only button down white shirt I had been able to find was long sleeved because clothing shops ignore the fact that Floridians need short sleeves until January and only stock wool sweaters and long sleeves after September. I was suffering for their stupidity as I hauled my laptop across campus in my long sleeved shirt, long black pencil skirt and shiny black leather stilettos. Underneath my sophisticated presentation outfit was a black lace bra with matching lace panties. I made sure even my under clothes were snappy.

Finally there were my nerves. The weather, outfit and stress were the perfect storm for making my stomach churn. My dark brown hair was coming lose from the restrictive bun I had arranged on top of my head giving me a disheveled appearance on top of being flushed.

I have never been a lucky person. This may be why that day was unseasonably hot and the class was in the building furthest from my dorm at the top of a steep incline. After struggling to make it there with five minutes to spare I was panting and sweating when I finally arrived. The large projector screen was down and the day's presenters were all standing around holding tiny scraps of paper. I realized I was the last to arrive. 

Professor Hippie was already droning on about turning off cell phones and passing in the term papers. Wait, the...

I looked to the guy next to me who looked calm and collected in his gray sweater and khaki slacks. "Term Paper? I thought the presentation was the entirety of our grade..."

"For sure. The term paper is just the one you wrote on your topic for the presentation." He said it so calm and sure. Was he acting to try to hit on me or had I really overlooked the fact that the bulk of this presentation grade was a paper I hadn't written?

I started to panic. The Professor took her seat in the front row and I realized all of that day's presenters were staring at me. I readjusted my laptop in my hands and the helpful guy from before leaned in to whisper to me, "Everyone drew numbers to see who goes first, you are the last presenter to arrive."

I noticed a stained ceramic mug with one remaining strip of paper inside. I blushed with even further embarrassment as I struggled to shift my laptop to allow a free hand to grab at the tiny scrap of paper. Please say I had time. If I was last, maybe they wouldn't get to me today and I could rectify this problem? Even second I could towel off most of the sweat...

"1," said the asshole scrap of paper. When I glanced at the other presenters I saw on their face that they had known the first spot was the only one still unfilled. I was fighting for breath. 

"Alright, it's 3 o'clock, if the first presenter will please take the..."

The last thing I heard was a collective gasp. The last thing I felt was the weight of my laptop leaving my hands. Then just sweet, blessed darkness.

Light seemed to be flashing from far away. I frowned and opened my eyes right as the light flashed again. My eyelids felt like someone was trying to force them back closed. I moaned and my throat was parched.

"Angel? Are you awake?"

I grunted an answer that was meant to be "Yes," but then I was coughing, a dry rasping sound. I tried to focus on the room. I had never been here before but it looked brightly lit and sterile. I tried to move and heard the crinkle of paper covering the padded table where I was resting. A large figure moved to block the unforgiving fluorescent light as I caught my breath. 

"Here dear, drink this," said a deep, soothing voice. I took the thin paper cup that was offered me and downed what tasted like cold water. 

"Ahh...where am I?" I croaked, before taking another gulp of the water. 

"You were in class and you fainted dear. They brought you to the campus clinic," replied the man here. He was in his mid-fifties with short gray hair and a meticulously manicured black goatee. He wore a bright green golf shirt and navy slacks under a white doctor's coat. A name tag read, "Dr. Winthrope." 

I winced as the memories flooded back. I had a ten page paper to write, a possible broken laptop to repair, and maybe even a failing grade for my easy blow-off class of the semester. How embarrassing. I then became aware that I was naked.

A light pink paper gown was covering me but someone had removed all of my clothing and my underwear before draping the gown over my body. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. 

"Um...how did I get here?"

"A fellow classmate of yours brought you here with your computer. You did not have any I.D. but he thought your name was Angel."

"Yes, Angel, that is my name, but what happened to my clothes.."

The doctor smiled a reassuring smile. "The nurses and I removed your clothes to make you more comfortable. You were wearing very restrictive clothing and that could have caused your fainting spell."

The black pencil skirt had hugged my hips nicely but I was betting on the stress overload at the source of the problem. I had never fainted in my life though so I was not an expert. The expert was looking at me with kind blue eyes and a patient smile. I decided it was best to trust his judgment. My large 36D breasts heaved with my breathing causing the paper gown to rise and fall.

"What do I need to do now, doctor?"

"Well, we want to observe you for a little while longer and we will want to do a full examination. First, I have a few questions to ask you," he said, and he started in with a battery of medical questions about my weight, height, family history, alcohol or drug abuse..

"You don't have to worry about telling me. They could be life threatening if they caused you to black out.."

"No, I would admit to it. I haven't done any drugs in weeks and I was looking forward to drinking this weekend but have been too busy preparing for this presentation to drink at all this week. I think it was just the heat and the stress."

The doctor was scribbling something on a yellow legal pad. It looked very unofficial. 

"Are you able to sit up? I need to take your vital signs," he said, putting the legal pad to the side and fishing a stethoscope out of the deep front pocket of his white jacket. 

I struggled to sit up and felt light headed. I immediately started coughing again. The doctor was quick to jump to my aid and help steady me in the upright position. I felt the paper on the table squish under my bare ass and the gown fell own leaving my entire back exposed. The doctor walked to a table and poured a nondescript white pitcher into another paper cup. It didn't seem odd to my addled mind so I happily accepted the drink and downed it as I had the previous cup. 

"Now just breathe normally," the doctor said, adjusting the stethoscope then breathing on the end. He reached around and pressed the still frigid metal against my back. He held it there for several seconds and then moved it. I continued to breathe normally as he continued this for several minutes. Without warning he then moved the instrument around to my chest and pressed it at the top of my right breast. 

I moved to hold the paper gown up. He pushed it lower to ensure the tops of my large breasts were visible. He continued to move the stethoscope back and forth between my right and left breast, getting lower with each movement. His eyes were focused on the instrument and his lips pursed in deep concentration. He seemed not to notice when he finally pushed the flimsy paper gown completely out of the way leaving me naked on the table. I grabbed at it feebly before it could fall all the way to the ground.

The instrument was on my right breast now, moving closer to my nipple with each inhale. When he finally moved the large flat disc below my pink nipple he used his finger to lightly tease it which caused me to inhale sharply. The room was a comfortable temperature but the doctor's fingers caused my nipples to harden. He held his hand there for several moments before repeating the seduction on my left breast.

I put my hands behind me on the table and leaned backwards, thrusting my chest out towards the doctor's instrument. He passively approved of the change and took the instrument out of his ears and left it hanging around his neck.

"Everything sounds healthy, Angel. While I have you in this position I am going to start the breast exam. It's part of the overall exam," he explained. I nodded.

His hands were firm but not callused. They moved with a purpose around my breasts, kneading every inch. First he focused both hands on my right breast until he was satisfied and then he performed the same kneading motion on the left. Once he was done he took one breast in each hand and squeezed them, watching my reaction. I had never had this done during a yearly check-up and felt slightly on guard about the change in behavior but I did not object. His fingers squeezed and tugged at my breasts and then he lightly pinched both of my nipples between his fingers. 

"You should lay back for this part and put your hands over your head," he said, his voice matter-of-fact. 

I obeyed. I felt the paper sticking to my ass when I tried to move and realized that I was dripping with excitement. The thin paper gown was the only thing hiding my shame. I re-adjusted my body on the table and the doctor continued to fondle my tits. With my hands over my head my breasts looked like two perfect orbs sitting on my chest. The doctor was eyeing them intently as he continued. They were more than a handful for the doctor even though he seemed to have large hands.

I was lost in the rhythm of the doctor's hands on my tits when I felt a new sensation creep across my nipple, warm and wet. The doctor had bent down and was licking at my erect right nipple. I knew deep down that this wasn't appropriate behavior but I didn't speak out. The sensation of a tongue flicking my nipple had me dripping onto the paper covering of the table instantly. My breathing seemed more labored. I tried to sit up but it felt like trying to sit up quickly from underwater. My limbs felt so heavy. 

"Doctor, I am not sure, but something might be wrong.." I croaked.

"Please rest Angel, the exam will take a few more minutes, " he said, looking up at me with his head at my breasts. He immediately dove onto my left nipple and continued sucking and licking at my tits. There was no medical reason for this but my mind was swimming and my nethers craved attention. I caught myself moaning and the doctor moaned in return, redoubling his efforts on my breasts, pushing them together and licking them both hungrily. 

"We need to complete the rest of the physical exam before I can sign off on your health form. The next portion will be a full pelvic examination. You are free to nap here for the afternoon. You look very tired and we cannot risk you fainting again. As long as you follow all of my instructions I will make sure you are fully excused from the exam and that this was not a pathetic attempt to ditch a major presentation," said the doctor, moving away from where my nude body was laying on the table. 

My blood froze. The doctor was going to perform an internal physical exam because of a simple fainting spell? The implied threat of hurting my grades if I did not comply made my skin crawl. I started to protest but my tongue seemed to have grown too large for my mouth. 

"I need you to assume the proper exam position. I will help you. You seem very unsteady," said the doctor, reaching to flip me over on the table. I was able to move very slowly but was confused about what the proper position for an examination like this. I did not see any stirrups and the doctor seemed to be trying to lift me off the bed. I managed to come back on my knees with my ass facing the end of the table. The doctor spread my knees and gave a happy sigh. 

"There we are, finally! Please hold the position."

My entire body blushed from the embarrassment. My head felt dizzy again. I focused all my energy on holding the position, my legs slightly further than my hips, pushing backwards to allow the doctor access to my most private areas.

I froze when I felt the doctor's fingers outlining the puffy lips of my smooth, shaved vagina. He was not wearing any gloves. His fingers were smooth but firm as they opened my lips to allow an unobstructed view into my tight hole. I was not a virgin but I had only been with two men in my entire life. One before college and one drunken frat boy mistake freshman year. Neither had lasted long and it had been years since anyone had touched me the way he was touching me now.

The doctor started to stroking over my moistening lips, tracing his finger over my hooded clitoris and down the sides of my labia. 

"You are so pink Angel. And you are getting very wet. That is a good sign and will help the examination go smoothly," he said, his voice reassuring, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

His thumb was persistently rubbing my clit, arousing me until I had to gasp out loud and push my hips further back towards his hand. The simple movement made me dizzy and I felt the doctor's other hand steady me on the table. 

"Be careful, you still seem faint from your earlier episode."

Yes, I was having another dizzy spell. Except I never have dizzy spells and this felt entirely different. My mind wanted to explore the differences and get to the bottom of what was happening to me but the doctor moved his hand to slide one large finger into my dripping opening. I moaned loudly at the touch. He continued to stroke my clit while pushing his finger in and out of my pussy. 

The doctor gave an appreciative sigh as he spread my lips far apart with both hands, looking over my pink hole, before shoving two fingers inside and causing me to cry out. 

"You have not been with many men, Angel? You are extremely tight..."

"Only two," I said, but my voice sounded strange, muffled to my own ears. 

"Shh, just relax, the exam will be over shortly," whispered the doctor, as he continued to force his fingers inside of me. I began to breathe heavily focusing on the doctor's persistent fingers. I could feel my inner walls tightening around the doctor's intruding digits. I knew my orgasm was building and would need release soon. The fact that this wasn't normally part of my womanly physical was the last thing on my mind. 

A few flashes and that clicking sound from earlier. The doctor resumes his attentions, vigorously working his fingers inside of me while reaching around to flick my clit simultaneously. Within minutes I was groaning and cumming hard. 

The doctor pushed his fingers deep inside and held them there while I rode out my climax on the table spread in front of him. He pulls his fingers out very slowly and I can feel his eyes on my wet, swollen pussy. 

"You have passed the test Angel," he said, his voice level and clear in my ears. I tried to reply but it was a gargle in my throat. The doctor quickly acted to catch me and help lay me on my back on the table. My knees hit the end of the table and my legs dangled off. I watched him admire my naked body and push my knees further apart, spreading my legs. He was staring at me. 

"You make a good slut, Angel," he said, and I tried to protest but found I could no longer speak. I was tired and still throbbing from my orgasm. I willed my limbs to move against him but nothing happened. Panic set in as I realized I was not dizzy but rather felt I had been drugged. My eyes were still open; staring. I tried to blink and was successful though it was delayed. 

The doctor went to a computer and started typing something with the same fingers he had used to pleasure me moments before. A monitor flicked on overhead, possibly used to display eye exams during other occasions, but today it showed a picture file with large thumbnails showing a naked girl on her hands and knees before fingered from behind. I slowly realized that was me.

The doctor repositioned an inconspicuous camera and the familiar clicking began again pointed at my lifeless naked body. I could see a live feed of myself on the monitor. I tried to speak out against this but nothing happened.

He returned to stand between my legs and brought the camera in for some extreme close ups. He set it on a stool aimed at my spread pussy and used his fingers to pull my labia far apart. He inserted two fingers and withdrew them quickly, snapping the picture before my tight walls had a chance to constrict back to normal. This continued for several minutes and against my better wishes I found myself more excited than before.

The doctor walked out of my line of vision and I was unable to turn my head to follow him. My tits were heaving with my deep breathing. The anticipation of what the doctor planned next combined with an overwhelming desire to have him continue his practice had every inch of my body on fire. It seemed like an eternity before he returned with a metallic instrument. It dawned on me it was a speculum.

My legs were lifeless as the doctor propped them up on the table, allowing them to flop uselessly to the side. I watched the live video of myself in horror as the doctor positioned himself between my legs and slid one finger down my slit. He brought the finger to his lips, licked it, and smiled.

"You are enjoying this, slut," he said, his voice sounding deeper now, more ragged. He leaned his face down and I felt his tongue seek out my clit and start to lick in slow, steady movements up and down over my button. If I had been able to move I would have squirmed and moaned but instead I was helpless to the intense pleasure brought on by the doctor's mouth. He started to alternate between tonguing down my clit and sliding his tongue down the length of my slit. He even teased my puckered ass with the tip of his tongue on more than one occasion. My body was on fire and I could feel my pussy dripping wetness all over the paper covering the exam table. 

Just when I felt my body tense for release, the doctor stopped and positioned the speculum at my tight entrance. My world was bright red pain for a moment as the large, cold instrument was shoved deep into my cunt. I managed a gasping groan and the doctor looked at me, surprised. 

"Hmm, you shouldn't be feeling any of this, slut," he said, looking up at me, my feminine juices smeared over his face from his nose to his chin. I sat unable to move, brown eyes locked on the doctor. His eyes narrowed; his brow furrowed as he tried to decide whether or not I was registering what was happening to me. He moved his thumb back to my clit, rubbing it as he pushed on the speculum. I gave another deep groan without opening my mouth as I felt the instrument spearing the innermost depths of my womb. 

"That is odd, " he muttered under his breath as he removed his thumb and began turning a screw that caused the speculum to open wide, slowly ratcheting my pussy open. The wider the instrument opened the more uncomfortable I became but I was unable to squirm or protest. I tried to cry out or whimper but only succeeded in a thick stream of drool escaping from the side of my mouth which the doctor did not see or chose to ignore. 

It felt like an eternity before the doctor finished his movements and stood back to admire my gaping hole. He readjusted the camera equipment and my eyes were drawn to the screen where I saw myself, stretched beyond the normal limits, legs laying useless to the side. The doctor brought the camera closer, shining a light into the depths revealing how wet and pink I was on the inside. It was arousing see how I looked from this extreme position. The doctor's eyes on me were causing me to feel the return of the orgasm I was earlier denied. 




Coed Aces Doctor's Exam



The camera was set up at a reasonable distance from the end of the table, centered on my stretched pussy, and the doctor began to rub my clit careful to not bump the instrument and keeping himself from blocking the view.

"Your public wants to see you cum, from the inside," he said, and I felt my body tighten. I was so turned out there was no stopping the orgasm that was building. I tried to feel outraged at this man for exposing me like this and drugging me and abusing me in a terrible fashion but at that moment all I could feel was intense need. The friction on my clit became my entire world and my pussy contracted hard on the metal intruder while the doctor whistled his approval. 

"You sure cum hard, slut," he said, appreciatively. He stopped manipulating my clit which was feeling raw now and with a quick movement the screws were loosened enough that the speculum slid easily out of my cunt. The juices were flowing freely now from my still throbbing slit. The camera view had been adjusted while I was still sitting, catching my breath. 

The doctor was approaching between my spread legs. He had undone his khaki pants and revealed a hard cock of average length and girth. He was focused on the prize between my thighs.

He spread my lips apart with his fingers and admired how much wetness was there. "Mmm, this will go nice and smooth," he said to himself as he pushed the head of his cock to my wet opening and already felt the tip sliding inside. He gave a moan and pushed himself deeper into my pussy, forcing his cock inside until his balls were flush against my ass. He adjusted my numb legs until he had the perfect position and could comfortably thrust himself inside without worrying about my ass sliding back on the paper covering.

The camera was recording but my eyes found the doctor's face. He was thrusting into me, concentrating, staring at the way my tits bounced with each thrust. He was looking down at his cock sliding easily in and out of my dripping pussy. He was looking everywhere but at my face. It's like I was a tool and not a person that he was fucking. I was his personal fuck doll.

His eyes caught the camera and he stared at himself while he continued to grind harder into me. He tried short, hard thrusts that made a wet slapping sound as he drove them into me. He repositioned a leg to give the camera a better shot of him sliding all the way out and stabbing back into me. He was distracted by the playback, oblivious to how my pussy was growing tighter, wetter, closing in on yet another climax.

I don't know if the drugs were wearing off or the sensation was more intense but I felt the need to moan so intensely I felt frustrated when only a soft breathy noise escaped my lips. It was enough to cause the doctor to meet my eyes. HIs face was flushed from the exertion he was using to pound into my pussy like a jackhammer.

"Are you enjoying this slut?" he asked, his voice ragged.

To my shame my approval must have shown in my eyes because whatever the doctor saw there made him thrust deep inside and unload inside of my pussy. I felt him throbbing for several seconds. He slowly pushed in and out of my cunt milking the last spurts. I felt the thick strands of cum dripping out of my slit and pooling on the paper under my ass. The doctor was staring into my eyes in horror.

After several minutes of quiet he started cleaning up the room. He was hiding the camera. He was making notes on a notepad. He glanced over at me. 

"No, you can't remember any of this," he said, as though that was the final word. He covered me back up with a different paper gown, folded my discarded clothes neatly, and departed the room. 

I must have dozed off because when I awoke my head was pounding, my mouth was dry, but I could move slowly. An elderly nurse was pushing my shoulder to wake me.

"Doctor Winthrope left word that you are excused from the presentation. You need to get plenty of rest and report back here on Monday for a follow up examination."

She was so calm and innocent, had I dreamed the earlier humiliation? I looked around the room and saw the monitor but no computer or camera equipment. The nurse excused herself while I dressed and gathered my belongings. The walk back to the dorm was filled with confusion as though I was still feeling the effects of a long night of drinking. I was almost convinced that I had dreamed the entire thing and was determined to get to the bottom of the event during my follow up examination on Monday.



Coed & the Professor



Angela knocked on the dark oak door with Professor Ballard's name on the brass plaque mounted at eye level. The deep male voice on the other side of the door called, almost commanded her to come in. As Angela opened the door, the dingy, dark room, filled with the smoke of the Professor Ballard's pipe clued Angela that it would be difficult to ask the Professor for the additional help she needed to pass his Psychology class on sexual behavior. She moved cautiously toward his huge desk cluttered with books and papers. His large high-back winged leather chair was turned away and she couldn't yet see the Professor. The Professor was aware that Angela was standing in front of the desk and he asked, "What can I do for you young lady?" Angela clutched her books against her breasts, her breathing was fast as she tried to speak.

As she gazed over the desk she could see text books open, papers, test booklets, and rather large leather bound book open, with an illustration of a female, her body encased with leather straps, buckles, and ropes that held her captive. The illustration was a full page drawn in black and white. The young woman was a captive, her arms held above her with rope, her legs spread wide with a bar between her legs, clamped to the leather ankle straps. Angela's thoughts spun as she stared at the book. She could feel her nipples stiffen under the bra as her books put pressure over her firm breasts. The dampness between her legs took her thoughts far away from where she was, thinking back... Her mind spun.

The Professor's voice once again asked the same question. Angela cleared her erotic thoughts and knew that she had to ask and gathered herself from the book, and in a soft, meek voice said, "Professor Ballard, I am not doing well in your class and need to pass this course to graduate in the Spring. Could you tell me how I can improve my failing grade? Is there any special projects I can do to earn extra credit? I'll do anything to pass." She was relieved as she finally got it out. The silence was killing her as the Professor had not answered. The seconds of silence seemed like hours. She was ready just to walk out, when the leather chair slowly began to turn toward the desk.

The Professor was dressed in his wool tweed jacket and vest. His bow-tie was tied perfectly. His hand held the pipe to his lips and the smoke slowly eased between his lips, floating upward. He then spoke, "Well, Angela, I have noticed you in class and have been disappointed as well that you have not done well. I understand that you need to improve greatly in class or you will fail. I have, on occasion, allowed certain students to participate in my special projects to earn extra credit." Angela took a deep breath, still holding her book against her chest, her nipples still hard from looking at the book. How can I convince him to let me be one of these students, she thought.

"Angela, you need to understand that these extra projects may take up much of your free time that you would normally have to do things as date and have fun with your friends. " he stated. "Now it takes a very special student to qualify as well." he explained. Angela spoke quickly, "Professor, believe me I'll work hard on any project you give me, I promise," she said, knowing that she needed this to graduate.

"Place you books on my desk, Angela." he said in his deep commanding voice. Angela took the books and placed them on the edge of the desk. Standing the in front of the desk, she felt his eyes looking over her body. Her breathing was still deep and fast, her young breasts heaving up and down were obvious. Angela could sense another person behind her, moving toward her from the dark corner. "Angela!! Look at me!" he commanded from his chair. Her eyes stared deep into his, still aware that someone was behind her. Her body was warm, the smell of the pipe tobacco, the darkness of the room made her knees weak and tremble.

Without warning, someone grasped Angela's wrists and pulled them behind her back, just above her ass. Held firm, she arched her back, thrusting her breasted upward. Her nipples were very clearly visible through her silk blouse.

The outline of her body was visible through the silk blouse and was very appealing to the Professor. "Okay, but there are some strict rules about these projects and you must not share these with anyone. Is that clear?" he asked. Angela was relieved that she would be allowed to work on these special projects. She nodded her head, unable to utter a word. The Professor slowly stood. Her unknown captor held her hands tight as he walked over to Angela and placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly let them slide down her torso, cupping her covered breasts, as his hands traveled to her hips. Angela was shocked at his touching her, but was so taken she could not move or say anything. His touch was firm and she could feel her nipples become erect as his hands slid down her body. Her helplessness stimulated her womanhood, the soft folds of her pussy became very warm and damp. 

He said, "You should make a very good study. Now the first meeting for the special project will be Friday afternoon at 4:00 PM." He took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and placed it on the top of her books. "This is the address. Please do not be late," ordered the Professor.

Angela said, "I won't be late, Professor Ballard." Her unknown restrainer let her wrists free, her head turned quickly to see the stranger. He was a tall, dark, handsome young man, his eyes pierced as she stared into his. She could see the young man dressed in a leather vest, a black silk pouch over his genitals, and leather collar surrounded his muscular neck. He slowly walked back to the dark corner of the Professor's office. She walked over and picked up her books and the piece of paper from the desk and walked out the door.

Friday was here and Angela was anxious to get started on the project. She just returned from her last class, it was already 3:10 and she knew she should be on time for her project for the Professor. She slipped off her sweatshirt and jeans and took a quick shower. As she returned to the room, she dropped the towel as she gazed in front of the mirror, admiring her firm body. Her supple neck, her oval breasts, the pink nipples, her tapered torso, the flare of the hip, her soft blonde curls that surrounded her sex, the tapered soft, firm thighs were the points that her eyes gazed. 

Her hands, still wet from the shower, moved up to caress her cream colored breasts, sliding over her nipples. Her areolas were pink, her nipples stiffened as her soft hand rolled over her breasts. One hand continued to caress her breast, roll her nipple with her forefinger and thumb as the other hand travelled down her firm stomach, across her belly-button, to the thin, soft, blonde hairs that surrounded her pussy. Her mind was seeing the book on the Professor's desk, the young woman restrained. 

As she started to close her eyes and dream in the image and to allow her hands to bring her to relief, her eyes glanced at the clock, it was 3:45. She gasped, she'll be late for the Professor's first meeting. She quickly took her silk panties and slipped them over her legs and up to her wet cunt. Grabbed her bra, off the bed and slipped her arms through the straps and fastened it in the front, manipulating her tits into the bra cups. Took her leather skirt and pulled it up and snapped the back. The white cotton sweater slipped over her head, over her bra covered breasts. It fit tight, showing off her tits so perfectly. She ran out of her room. left a note for her roommate that she would probably be late.

The narrow street was filled with cars and Angela had a difficult time finding a parking space. She finally found one 3 blocks away. She walked swiftly to the address that the Professor had written down. As she walked up to the entrance, it was an old house, large porch that covered the entry door. She took the large brass door-knocker in her hand and rapped the door twice. Squirming as she stood there, since she was 5 minutes late, she hoped that she's still get the extra credit she needed to pass the course.

The door opened. Angela recognized the man as the man that had held her hands in the Professor's office. He was dressed in a tuxedo, except that he wore no pants. His crotch was covered with a black leather pouch. Without speaking, he beckoned her in. She slowly walked into the entrance way and the silent male closed the door. She stood still.

The silent male then spoke, "You're late and the Professor is not happy. Angela began to make an excuse but the guide silenced her, putting his finger over her red lips. He spoke again, "The Professor has instructed me to give you a word that will stop whatever is going on and the project will terminate. Your word is CASE CLOSED. Is that clear?" Angela nodded. The silent male took a blindfold and slipped over Angela's face and said, " Please do not resist. This is necessary since this is your first visit." The black silk blindfold was tied behind her neck. She could see nothing. She felt the silent male take her hand and begin to lead her through the house. "You'll need to watch your step and do as you are asked." They descended down a stairwell.

The damp, musky smell gave Angela that she was in a basement. It was silent as they walked down the stairs. As they finished the descent, the silent male guided her a little further. Stopped, the silent male released Angela's hand. She heard a sharp snap of someone's finger and without warning, several hands began removing her clothes.

There were at least three set of hands that began to strip off her clothes. The hands were slow, deliberate and firm as they removed her sweater and leather skirt. She remained motionless, standing only in her bra and panties, the mask still kept Angela in darkness. Seconds later the hands began to remove her bra and panties. The hands were smooth, soft to her soft skin as they unclasped her bra, releasing her tits. The hands carressed her tits, toying with her nipples. The cool damp air and the hands touching them brought her nipples to attention. As her panties were pulled down from her pussy, her mind brought back the image of the young woman illustrated in the book. Angela's mind was now spinning a million miles an hour.

Totally naked, except the blindfold, she stood still in silence. She heard another snap of someone's fingers and a hand grasped her forearm and began to motion her to move. Stopping, two strong muscular arms went around her back and under her knees and lifted her off the ground. Angela was laid on a flat, soft leather, platform. The leather was cool and sent goose bumps down her legs, but her pussy was getting warmer and her nipples grew stiff with the excitement.

Several hands began to take her hands and ankles and wrap them in restraints. Her arms were lifted over her head, her legs spread wide. She tried to move, but the ties were tight and she could not move. Helpless, she could not move, walk away, or escape. She felt hands untie her mask and as it was pulled away, the soft light of hundreds of candles lit the room. The Professor stood above her head as her eyes opened and focused, his mature face, bowtie was bringing her mind back to the office. "Listen Angela, we're going to bring you to a new sexual level. We will not harm you in any permanent way. We will explore your deepest desires. Do you remember your secret word?" the Professor asked. Angela nodded she remembered.

As she looked around the room could see at least 5 young women, completely naked except for a black collar around their necks. As her head tossed from side to side, she could see one tall, large breasted, blonde, move toward her. Totally nude as well, but her black collar had a gold band in the front. In her hands was a ball-gag. She lifted Angela's head as she put the gag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. The ball filled her mouth and the strap held it in place. A black leather collar with silver rings and was slipped around her soft neck, by the female attendant.

Angela's mind spun as she laid totally exposed. Her legs spread wide exposing her blonde pussy, her creamy soft tits pointed toward the ceiling, her mouth stuffed with a soft red ball gag...

A snap of a finger and things began to happen. As Angela glanced over the room, she could see the other women move toward the table that held her captive. Their nude bodies burnt images in Angela's mind. They were beautiful women, young, college age students. Their hands began to caress her breasts, rubbing her nipples, their hands moving to her pussy. So many hands, toying with her tits, her pussy, it was so much so fast. Warm oil was poured over her tits, her torso and the female attendants rubbed it all over her body. Her eyes wide watched the females stare at her body as they smoothed the warm oil over her pointed, erect nipples, over the smooth soft mounds of her breasts. Their hands explored every inch of her body. The hands moved lower to her pussy, taking the oil and began to rub the outer lips of her cunt. Angela could not count the number of hands caressing her body. She closed her eyes as the hands moved over her body. Her pussy was wet, her nipples stood erect

as she lay tied, exposed and attended but numerous beautiful young nude women.

One of the tall women was obviously in charge. The long red hair draped over her shoulders, just above her breasts. Her breasts were full, the size of grapefruits. Her nipples were pink and erect. She also wore a collar with a gold band. Angela turned her head and gazed at her pussy, the red hairs that covered the her hot sex. She stood over Angela's bound body and without a word motioned to the others what to do. Angela looked her over, as her eyes were free, but was restrained to move or speak. Angela could feel fingers move around her cunt, parting the pouting pink lips, slipping the tips of soft oiled fingers over her clit, making it swell, filling with the hot blood that filled her wanton body. Her mind spun, this was the greatest extra credit project she has ever attempted.

One of the attendants began to ease a long vibrator over the wet lips of her cunt. The tingling of the tip made Angela's pussy wetter. The more it tingled the head of her clit, the more the juices of Angela's pussy began to flow. Her nipples were swollen, her pussy ached for a hard cock as the hands of the attendants massaged her body. Her pleasure of the latex phallus teasing her pussy made the juices flow, the intense orgasm build. Her legs squirmed, rotating her hips to take the vibrator to her points of pleasure. Her body twisted, bound on the table, wanting the pleasure to bring her to orgasm.

The silence of her pleasure was broken by the loud snap of a finger. Even though Angela's mind spun with the events, she realized that the snap of someone's fingers controlled the action. The female attendants took the vibrator from her wanton wet cunt and left her side, leaving her only to herself, bound and surrounded by candle light, and unsatisfied.

Professor Ballard walked up to the table that help Angela captive. He stood at the end, above her head. His deep voice spoke, "Angela, you are doing well with the project so far, but we have many more things in store for you tonight." The soft ball gag kept Angela from answering the Professor. Her eyes told him she was willing to continue. The Professor could see that she was willing and walked away into the black corners of the room and the loud snap of the finger was heard.

As Angela looked into the darkness she saw the same beautiful tall red haired woman take a thick lit candle from a tall shaft that held it, illuminating the room and walk toward the table. She held the candle above her shoulder as she walked toward the table that kept Angela prisoner. The flame of the candle flickered as she walked, her body was esquisite, her firm, large breasts glowed in the warm glow of the candle. She walked alone to Angela's restrained body.

She held the candle high above Angela's body. Angela's eyes went from the candle to the red-haired voluptuous woman. Her green eyes penetrated her. The woman tilted the candle over Angela's naked bound body. The first drip of hot wax splashed on her right breast, followed by another to the nipple of the left tit. The hot wax against her soft flesh stung, burned for a flash of a second. The hot, white wax cooled as it slowly covered her breasts. It was like hot white cum splattering over her mounds of flesh, running down the side of her mountains of heaving creamy flesh. Angela's nipple covered with hot wax stood very erect, the clear wax cooled and turned her pink nipple white, though burning red under the white tip.

Angela watched the beautiful woman hold the candle above her body letting the wax drip one hot drop at a time on her wanton body. The wax covered her tits and the woman moved the candle down the body. The candle held high, Angela could see each drop as it left the hot burning flame and descended to her soft skin. The large hot splash of wax hit her belly button, filling it with the warm soft gooey wax. The wax was moving closer to Angela's pussy as the woman gazed over her body, enjoying her work as the pain of the wax was causing her. The first drop of hot wax hit the soft hairs of her blonde covered pussy, the next at the opening of her vagina. Angela's hips thrust upward with the short pain the wax caused. Angela's pussy lips were swollen with all the excitement and her erect clit was protruding from her cunt. The young beautiful woman, smiled as she guided the next drip directly to the hot engorged clit. The pain was almost too much to take, but the pain subsided as the

hot wax cooled around the love button.

Angela tilted her head and could see the woman lower the candle and move it closer to her pussy. The light of the flame glowed around Angela's cunt hairs as the woman moved closer. The red-haired beauty's tongue slowly slipped over the lips and teased the wax covered clit for just a second. The feeling was tremendous and Angela wanted her to suck her pussy and bring her to a climax, but instead the woman backed away and took the candle and moved it to her pussy, the flame stood tall, erect and the heat could be felt on her hot, wet, clit.

Just seconds before the flame would singe her cunt hairs, the woman blew the flame out and eased the thick, hot candle between her swollen pussy lips and into her wet hot cunt. The hot wax poured over the soft hairs that surrounded her pussy. Angela could feel the warm wax coat the outer lips of her cunt. The thrust of the large candle was larger than anything else she had ever experienced in her pussy. She had experienced boys, dildos, and other phallic-like objects, but nothing like this, it was huge, pushing her cunt walls wide as the woman thrust the candle deeper. Her body arched as the warm fat candle was shoved in her pussy. It was rough, yet smooth and she was beginning to enjoy the pleasure this was bringing Angela towards the climax that she deeply needed. Once again the snap of the fingers could be heard and the candle was taken from her wet pussy, leaving her unsatisfied, wanting more.

Angela watched the beautiful woman walk away with the candle in her hand. She lit it with another candle and put it back into the tall iron candle holder. At the same time, she saw three naked women walk toward her, all nude their bodies glowed in the candle light. They began to unfasten the wrist restraints at the top and then the ankle restraints were relaxed. Their hands lifted Angela's shoulders and pulled her body toward the edge of the table, until her neck was at the edge and her head tilted back, her eyes looking at the shadows against the darkened wall, their images upside down. Her hands were then taken to her side and fastened again and the ankle straps were once again tightened. 




Coed & the Professor



Her soft blonde hair cascaded off the table toward the floor, her ball gag still in place, her body open to those that stared in the darkness. Before the last woman left her, she walked in front of her, Angela looked up to her nude body. The height of the table brought Angela's face just below the shaved smooth pussy of the woman. She was beautiful, the soft smooth pussy and the full breasts that held erect pink nipples, Angela was getting hot, her wax covered pussy lips began to get wetter as she stared at the beautiful naked body that stood above her body.

The woman reached down and untied the knot that held the ball gag in place. She eased the soft ball out of Angela's wet mouth, over her soft red lips. Angela took a deep breath through her mouth and before she gasp another breath she watched the young beautiful bend her knees pushing her naked sex over Angela's gasping mouth. Her cunt was filled with a sexual aroma of excitement. The musk scent, the smooth skin around her cunt covered her nose and Angela was forced to inhale the young woman's vaginal fragrance. It was so enticing, Angela could not help slipping her tongue between the soft lips and into the folds of her cunt. The young girl's cunt was wet with pussy juice and this was the first time Angela had ever tasted another woman's cunt juices. She had tasted her own after masturbating, licking her fingers, but never another woman's.

The young girl rotated her hips back and forth as Angela's tongue searched deep into her pussy. Angela's tongue hit the clit of the her pleasure-seeker. She could hear her moan. It was stimulating, Angela's own cunt was flowing with juices wanting to be attended to, but her attention was here at her face. Angela pulled on the wrist straps trying to suck deeper into the wet pussy that covered her mouth. She pulled the clit between her lips, sucking it, teasing it with her tongue as she held it tightly between her lips.

All of a sudden another loud snap of a finger stopped the action. The young girl quickly left Angela's head and moved into the darkness. Angela rolled her tongue over her red lips, tasting the young girl's pussy juice, it was the very best she could imagine.

Angela looked into the darkness and saw a large black man move out of the shadows. He wore a black leather hood covering his entire head except for two openings for his eyes and a small opening for his nose. His hands wore black leather gloves that had silver stud all around them. This is all he wore. His huge body grew bigger as he walked slowly toward the head of the table. Angela's eyes focused on his huge black cock. It was flaccid as he walked, it swayed from side to side, it was the biggest thing she could ever imagine. It must be 14 inches long and more than 6 inches around. 

Surely she would not have to take him, it was too big. The silent black man stopped at the table looking down to Angela's face. His black ebony shaft was only inches away from her mouth. He took his cock in his hand and began to run it around her face, touching her eyes, cheeks, nose and then her slightly open lips. He moved it from one side of her lips to the other. Angela knew that she was going to take this huge black dick into her mouth. The gloved hands came down to her face and caressed her cheeks. 

The silver studs were cool on her skin. A finger moved over her lips and was then eased into her wanton mouth. He slipped the leather studded gloved finger across her lips and deep into her mouth with one thrust. Angela was shocked as she opened her mouth willing to his finger and began to run her tongue over the digital phallus. His fingers were larger than most she has ever seen. She continued to suck, when the hooded black man removed his finger. Oh, it was beginning to taste good, the smell and taste of leather was keeping her lustful body wanting more.

His black leather hand grabbed his long black cock and raised it to Angela's face, it was huge, so long, so thick. The black head of his dick was the size of a large ripened plum, purple, full of juice. Surely he was not going to slip it into her red lips.. He took his cock and teased her lips as he stroked his smooth cock over her lips, across her chin, along her cheeks. Her wanton mouth opened as he brought it near her desiring lips and she sucked the head of this black cock into her wet luscious mouth. The head was huge and stretched the walls of her lips and strained the jaws as she took him into her mouth. He slipped his long, black cock over her lips slowly as she continued to try to take it all in. He was so big that she could not take it long dick much deeper. His cock was turning from the soft thick shaft of flesh to a more stiff black rock hard rod of pleasure. 

As she continued to suck his thick dark dick, Angela's pussy was flowing with the wet juices as she let this black man fuck her face. His hips began to thrust back and forth as his cock was rammed into Angela's titled head. The ebony shaft grew larger as she continued to take it into her mouth. Angela wanted some attention to her wet cunt as she sucked this cock. If she had a free hand, it would be busy finger-fucking her pussy as she gave this black hooded stranger a blow-job. The masked black stranger took his gloved hands and began to maul Angela's breasts as he fucked her mouth. The silver studs taunted the nipples as they grabbed the breasts, pinching the pink erect nipples. Angela's body wanted so much to be pleased she continued to suck the ebony shaft deep into her mouth, tonguing the tip as it reached the edge of her lips, then deep again down her throat.

His thick shaft grew thicker as he forced her to suck his cock. A loud snap of a finger changed the rhythm. Still long, but fatter now, he withdrew the tip of his cock from the wet, sucking lips. Angela's tongue reached out to the tip to lick that last drop of her saliva as it dripped from the end of the purple head of his dick. Her eyes opened as she walked him walk from her head and move to the other end of the table. Two loud snaps were heard next and she could see the tall red head walk toward her with a long fat dildo in her hand. Her eyes also saw the young man that lead her down the stairs walk toward her. Her mind was spinning...

The red haired beauty slipped the dildo into her wet lips, coating it with Angela's mouth filled with her hot saliva, she sucked it as she did the black hooded man. Quickly she could feel hands lift her ass up and shove a pillow type device under her ass, tilting her pussy and asshole upward. As soon as this was done, her male friend was there, stroking his hardening dick with his fist. Her eyes stared as he stroked it, her eyes wanted it in her mouth. He could see the wanton desires and slipped his thick, long cock into her wet, mouth. At the same time, Angela felt the latex dildo slip over the lips of her juicy cunt. It slid easily between the folds of her wet pussy. Finally, she would get some relief from all this... she only hoped it would not stop this time too short.

She could fell the red-haired attendant moving the dildo in and out of her pussy. The tuxedo-clad male attendant ramming his hungry cock in and out of her mouth, and then, lips licking and sucking her erect nipples between their lips. Their lips were soft and only imagined it was that it was the other young beautiful women she had seen. The feeling was so good, a fat cock in her mouth, sucking it dry, lips sucking her heaving tits, and a large fat dildo being rammed into her soaking wet cunt, what else could she ask for to bring her to climax...

Another hand came into play, it began to smooth a lubricant over her asshole, coating it well, teasing the tight brown hole. Angela had never had anal sex before and was afraid... As the hand finished rubbing the juicy slick crème over her exposed asshole, Angela could feel weight move onto the table. The guide's cock still slammed into her mouth, the dildo still slid in and out of her cunt, so there was no way she could look up to see what was going to happen.

Her mouth filled with a thick cock, her juicy pussy filled with a dildo being forced in and out by the red-head and others licking and sucking her tits and rock hard nipples, she felt the head of a huge object at the opening of her virgin anal opening... The head, eased with the lubricant slipped into the opening slowly... She could not stop... sucking cock... being fucked by a dildo in her cunt... and now... the last opening accepting the intruder to her open asshole.

It was so big as it slipped between her white cheeks and into to the brown tight anal opening. Her sphincter muscle contracted as the head of this huge fat cock entered her last opening. Angela wanted to look at her anal intruder, but she was too busy sucking the guide's hard thick rod. The dildo was still moving in and out of her pussy and she could feel her tight asshole relax to accept the fat cock as it eased slowly over the lubricant and into her ass. Her mind cloudy with all the attention pictured that the cock fucking her ass was the fat hard dick of the black man that she just sucked. An little did she know, it was.

Moving in and out of her ass, the cock hurt at first, but now it felt good. She could feel both the dildo and the hard rod as they matched strokes. The thin wall that separated her pussy and ass, it felt like they were both in one place. This really getting her pussy very wet. Her mouth was still being fucked by the guide, his cock slipping in and out of her mouth. His hands rubbing her tits as he shoved his fat cock into her sucking wet mouth. The woman continued to tease her clit with the dildo and once in awhile, she could feel a tongue stroke it. The pleasure was building very rapidly and she hoped that this time they would bring her to a climax, before another snap of the fingers.

The speed of the fucking she was getting was quickening. The orgasm was reaching the highest peak she had ever experienced. She sucked harder and shifted her hips to accepted the dildo and cock deeper and faster, faster, faster, and then... Total release of all the built up sexual pleasure. Her orgasm was the most intense she could ever imagine. The others did not stop, though. Her mind cloudy with her orgasm, she continued to suck and fuck. Her mind started to clear only to realize that another even more intense climax was approaching. At the peak, just as her cunt exploded, the guide pulled his cock out and with one stroke began to shoot hot wet cum. The first shot splattered her tits, the second her face, chin and lips. She licked the salty cum from the tip of his hard swollen cock. This was taking her over the edge again and her cunt shot juices all around the dildo and poured out of her cunt. Her anal intruder also pulled out and began to shoot his hot cum all over her stomach, and wet hairs of her soaking pussy.

Now that she wasn't sucking the guide's cock, she tilted her head and could see that the man that was fucking her asshole was in fact the hooded black man. He stroked his fat cock, shooting all the cum that it held. Cum dripped all over her body, and the orgasms so intense, her body went limp. To the point that she fainted, but was aware of where she was and what she had just experienced. Her body limp, exhausted, and quite pleasured.

Her eyes closed, she faintly heard the snap of fingers and that her body was released from the restraints. Unable to open her eyes, say anything, or move, she felt her body lifted off the table. As her mind began to clear, she realized that she was in a large bathtub and several women were washing her. The soft sponges and the warm water were felt very nice. Silent, the women washed the night's activities from her body. As they finished she stood and then the women towelled her body dry. One pointed to a small table. She could see her clothes neatly folded there and a note and video tape. As the women left the room, one whispered, "You were very good."

Angela walked to the table and took the note and began to read it. It was from the Professor, it read, "Angela, I want to let you know that you did very well and that you should not worry about passing this course. Your next task is to bring another to our group. Your participation and excellent performance has proven you to worthy of a leather collar worthy of a silver band. You have the potential for a gold band, but that depends on you." She began to dress and the video tape was labelled "ANGELA". The last item on the table was the leather collar with a silver band. As she found her way out, it was daylight. She was shocked that her experience lasted the entire night.

As she drove back to the dorm, she wondered who she would recruit for the Professor. Her roommate, Kris?

The End. or maybe only Chapter 1.



Coed Apartment Wrestling



Back in 1977 I couldn't exactly say how I felt about it. I still don't know. Over the holidays that year the movers and shakers in the AHW scene gathered for some holiday cheer at Dave Moll's. Over the course of the evening one of the women, a tall, leggy blonde named Saundra brought up the topic of men in AHW.

"Men," replied Moll.

"Yes, men," said Saundra.

Moll probed her a bit, asking "What exactly do you mean? Do you mean men against men, against women, for the usual stakes, what, exactly?"

Saundra laid out her idea. "I'm proposing that we open apartment wrestling to men. Not men versus men, mind you, but men against women," she told us. She continued, "Because of the size and strength differential, two women against one man." After a pause, and a thoughtful sip of Veuve Cliquot, Saundra added, "And the same rules."

Men? AHW?

Moll called me in to talk sound me out on it. "In theory, sure, why not, Dave" I said. "Why shouldn't men and women compete, but men in apartment wrestling? Come on, Dave," I continued. He rolled a Jamaican cigar between his fingers, Macanudo I think, and then lit it. Exhaling, He told me "Let's set it up. Let's do it. Just this once, as a special event, and limited to a list that I'll give you." "Alright," I thought. He knows what he's doing. "Call Saundra and arrange a meeting between the three of us," he told me.

We met and set it up. It'd take place New Year's Eve and in front of a very select crowd. These people were among Dave's closest friends, and some were known swingers, quite liberal in their tastes and rather expansive in their forms of enjoyment. Except for the women fighting as a tag team, it would be the usual rules. Saundra and Dave personally saw to arranging for the fighters.

The night arrived. Tuxedos, gowns, more Veuve Cliquot, smoked salmon, the whole nine yards. The battlers were ensconced in their respective rooms. The women were a pair of stunning redheads named Janet and Alix. They stood 5'9", weighed about 140 pounds, with 36-26-34 figures. Both were attractively muscled, well defined beauties. Janet, with dark red, shoulder-length hair, severely pulled back into a bun, donned a skintight, royal blue bikini and bra. Alix, a shorthaired beauty with bright red hair, wore a gold, metallic number held together on the sides by small, gold metal rings. Their skins were lightly oiled. They were confident, excited, aroused, and hungry. Their nipples stood out, the low-riding bikinis hugged their asses, and outlined their cunts. These vixens attended to every detail, even going to the point of making sure that their nail polish matched their bikinis.

John, their opponent, waited in his room. He was close to 6', about 180 pounds, and muscular. John had done some bodybuilding in his time. He was in superb shape and wore his black hair in short braid reminiscent of eighteenth-century sailors. Lightly oiled like Janet and Alix, John stood before the mirror in a custom, posing bikini. It seemed to have been painted on his body. Made out of a silver snakeskin pattern, it outlined a large, semi-aroused cock. His bikini's material was thin and molded to him. It would be evident to all just how well the bikini outlined his aroused cock. An arrogant man, he admired his looks. He couldn't wait to impale Janet and Alix and enjoy them for the evening. John couldn't wait to be at them.

The three grapplers entered the room to the sound soft applause, appreciative murmurs, and barely audible comments. The audience looked over the combatants and they one another.

Janet was first. She crouched and circled slowly toward John. As they approached each other and circled, John made the first move. He moved toward Janet, feinted at her with his arms, as if to grab her, but instead used his right leg to sweep her feet out from under her. She was down on her back in a flash. John quickly put her into a bow and arrow, pulling the blue-bikinied beauty's left arm and leg, pressing his right foot into her side. John grinned lustfully, thinking that this was all too easy. Tonight would be one of the world's great fuck fests, he thought. Saundra, sitting across the room from Dave, eyed John as his muscled rippled and stretched, the tiny bikini outlining the curvature of his now fully aroused cock.

Save for grunts as John pulled her arm and leg, Janet was silent, but not for long. She whipped her right hand around and sunk her painted nails into John's left calf. The shock alone was enough to make him let go and fall on his ass. Rather than attack, Janet, cool and calculating, tagged Alix who charged into John, dropping onto his six-pack stomach with her left knee, knocking the wind out of him. Stunned, surprised, and more than a little bit shaken, John grasped his abdomen as Alix stood and slammed her right foot into his side repeatedly. She was only warming up.

Quickly dropping atop John's chest she put the muscleman into a schoolgirl pin, smothering him with her golden-bikinied pussy, roughly pulling his heads deeply into the cleft of her loins. Alix rolled to her side, turning her hold into a cruel scissor hold. John thrashed a bit and then concentrated on breaking free. Luckily for him the oil coating Alix's lovely thighs and legs let him work his head free. He rolled away and stood. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, John stretched his arms and legs, and then approached Alix cautiously. She crouched and waited for his approach. When he was a short distance away she leapt, hoping to wrap her steel legs around his waist and arms about his head. Instead, John caught her in his hands and lifted her ceiling-ward. Dropping to left knee he brought Alix down, planning on smashing her cunt into his raised right knee. John miscalculated. The distance wasn't great enough, and when Alix's cunt met instead John's thigh she locked her legs around it and then her arms around his head, suffocating him between her full, oiled, sweating breasts. John responded with a bear hug. What a magnificent sight. More than a few women in the audience were squirming in their seats. If I wasn't mistaken, one was rhythmically, albeit surreptitiously, or so she thought, grinding herself into the leather seat cushion. If the other men were like me, they were most definitely sporting wood.

John tried to stand and free his leg from Alix's steely vise. She only tightened her grip and caused him to fall to the floor. Both struggled in each other's arms, muscular bodies, coated in an oily, sweating sheen, revealing bikinis highlighting their forms, neither ready to quit.

Alix was strong, but she wasn't about to match John head on for long. She wanted to have the energy for her post match delights with John. As they struggled on the floor, Alix maneuvered their intertwined bodies toward Janet's corner. Alix's hand darted out and in a flash Janet jumped in. John was in a bind, but he didn't know it. Rather than letting go, he continued squeezing the red headed grappler. He was on top and could feel Alix weakening. Janet calmly walked over and grabbed his pigtail, wrapping it in her fist, and pulled his head backward. It forced John to loosen his grip on Alix just a bit, allowing her to escape.

John turned to face his new assailant who let go of his hair but then grabbed John's snakeskin-covered cock and balls and squeezed, bringing the big man to his knees. With her free left hand, Janet once more grabbed his hair and pulled it downward. John's body wanted to go in two directions. Janet was clearly enjoying herself. She squeezed harder. After what must have been an eternity, John cried out in surrender. She let her victim fall. If Janet's crushing John had been ugly, what followed was even worse. There wasn't a man in the audience who didn't feel for John as that cruel beauty crushed his manhood. Janet removed her bikini top, unleashing her fabulous tits, and tied John's hands behind his back. Rolling him on his back, she parked her lovely ass on his face and began massaging his aching balls. Despite the pain, John's cock was rising. With her free hand she slid her blue bikini to the left of her shaved cunt. John knew what she expected. So far, John's punishment, except for having his walnuts cracked, seemed to be a good deal. I didn't know one man in the room who wouldn't have wanted to lick that vixen's pussy and have his cock massaged by her.

The scene engrossed us, and John was engorged by it, his hips starting to shake. Everyone was distracted and failed to notice that Alix had slipped away to her room. When she reappeared we took notice. Boy, did we notice.

Alix changed from her golden bikini into a black, latex dildo bikini, corset, gloves, and spiked, thigh high boots. She held her bikini in one hand. A gasp went up from the all of us, all of except Saundra and Dave who grinned knowingly at one another. Alix sat on John's throbbing cock, still imprisoned in its silver bikini, and embraced Janet. The two passionately kissed and began stroking each other. Janet stood, and in doing so revealed to John's eyes a bright, red headed, dominatrix sporting an eight-inch rubber cock. To say that he panicked would be an understatement. Alix took her bikini top and tied together John's legs. She stuffed her wet panties into his mouth. Janet left and returned with a jar of lubricant. Setting it aside she knelt before Alix and took the dominatrix's cock in her mouth while stroking her pussy. Alix's hips gently swayed as Janet swallowed her cock and brought her to arousal. Alix gently stroked Janet's beautiful hair, now undone, and with her other hand pinched, twisted, and pulled her own nipples.

Janet went to her hands and knees, presenting her lovely, rounded ass to Alix, who dropped to her knees and pressed her crotch into Janet's waiting fanny. Bending over Janet, Alix gently and then roughly kneaded her submissive's tits and twat. Alix slid her panties to side once more, this time for Alix's cock. John was momentarily relieved, albeit fearful, and as he would soon discover, for good reason. Alix placed the tip of her cock into Janet's soaking snatch and gently drove it in. Janet gasped and then moaned with delight. Alix established a driving tempo and soon her glistening cock was thumping against Janet's ass into her cunt. She grabbed Janet's long hair, pulling her head back, thrusting her tongue down the submissive's throat while slapping her clit with her free hand. It didn't take long for Janet to cum. She let out a roar, bucking so madly that it looked as if Alix were riding a bronco—she was. Alix turned to John, waving her cum-coated cock in his face, letting him smell Janet's juices. She pulled her gold panties from his mouth and slipped her cock in, causing him the gag. She only laughed coldly, commanding him to "suck my cock, you bitch." He did. "You like her pussy, don't you? You certainly are enjoying my cock and her cum," John. He had no other choice.

I started to get up, but Dave motioned me back. Saundra was drinking in all of it. Most of the audience was taken in. Dave appreciated the entire spectacle.

Alix stood up, and as if on cue Janet smeared a handful of lubricant on Alix's cock John started shaking his head, repeatedly saying "no, no, no." When Janet finished lubing Alix, she picked up the brazen, bright-haired beauty's bikinis, stuffed them once more in John's mouth, and brought him to his hands and knees. Alix slapped his ass several times, causing him to start. She then massaged it, and followed by sliding his wet, oily silver bikini to the side. Smearing some lubricant in his ass, she mounted John as if he were her prize bitch—he was. Alix's golden bikini muffled his scream. She told him to relax and enjoy the ride. Alix buried her cock to the hilt. With one gloved hand she pulled his pigtail back like the reins on a horse, with the other she slapped her mount to get the most out of him. Once John accepted the inevitable and relaxed Janet gently pulled the bikini gag from his mouth and untied his hands and legs. She slid underneath, positioning her pussy beneath his mouth and her mouth under Alix's waiting cunt.

John's cock was once again full and throbbing, trying to rip through the posing bikini. Unlike Janet he'd had no release. She slipped his cock out of the bikinis, hanging over the top with his balls snugged up by the silver snakeskin. Rather than enjoy John's Johnson, Janet went to work on her lover's snatch, playfully nibbling her labia and clit. Alix stopped slapping John's ass, she was getting the ride she wanted. With her free hand she reached below and wrapped her fist around her mount's cock and started stroking him.

It didn't take long for Alix to increase the tempo as she rode John. The pistoning, combined with Janet's artful tonguing brought her to an earth-shattering climax. She graciously increased the tempo and grip on John's cock and let him explode over Janet's tits. Not soon thereafter Janet had her second orgasm. Janet wiped the pool of cum from her chest with her hand and deposited it on John's ass, rubbing it into his bikini. Alix and Janet were done. They'd proven their point, that women ruled apartment wrestling. They left John, broken and fucked in more ways than one, lying on the floor. 



Coed Blowjob Buddies



Author's note: For a long time I wanted to write about a girl who loved giving blowjobs. Instead, my muse and I discovered two girls. What follows is mostly straight sex with strong, lesbian sex overtones as these two girls themselves and each other along the way. If you like the idea of two hot girls giving a blowjob, you should like this story. That includes if you want to BE one of those hot girls. If you do enjoy, please be kind with a rating and a comment or two.

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Bethany had never felt as innocent and pure as the night she sat in a circle with her girlfriends taking the Are YOU a Good Bad Girl? quiz. Allison Sweets had found the quiz online and read the questions and multiple choice answers out loud. The quartet of girls howled with laughter as they worked through the quiz. 

"Question #3: You're on a first date with that cute guy you've lusted over for months. You know the one, the guy with the big package inside the front of his pants. You have one chance before he's gone forever. Do you A) Unwrap that package the first chance you get. Christmas is CUMMING! B) Wait until he makes the first move before mounting that horse hung stud? Hi-yo Silver! C) Keep your legs crossed. There's big and then there's too big. Or, D) Time to grab the wide-angled lens because this needs to be documented and shared with everyone!"

"I'm not putting any pictures online," Tina Greggs said. "But I'd ride the hell out of it!" Her answer was shared by Wendy.

"Fuck it, if he's that hot and leaving town? Christmas is cumming early for me and HIM!" Allison squealed and laughed.

Last again to answer, Bethany shrugged. "I guess I'd wait for him to make the first move," she offered. 

"That's the one you always choose," Tina challenged.

Bethany blushed, hoping the next question would be better. It was.

"Question #4: It's a rainy Saturday night and you ain't got nobody. Do you A) Pop some popcorn, raid the freezer for some Ben & Jerry's and plop down in front of Netflix for an Orange is the New Black marathon? Or B) Curl up with a good book and your favorite stuffed animal. Sometimes, it's okay to take a night off from the constant party of your life? Or C) Time to exfoliate your face, deep condition your hair and shave down there so you're ready for tomorrow night! Or D) Time to change the batteries in your vibrating buddies. They're getting a work-out tonight!" Allison finished reading the question, looked at Bethany and asked, "A or B?"

"D," Bethany replied with a relieved smile. Finally a question that didn't make her sound like prude.

"Bullshit!" Wendy Wilson cried before she started laughing at Bethany. "Do you even know what they mean by vibrating buddies?"

"Yes," Bethany said with an exasperated sigh and an eye roll. She was tired of her good girl persona. "And for your information, my favorite one doesn't buzz."

"Oh really?" Wendy's eyes went wide as she smiled. She grabbed a handful of her curly blonde hair, tossed it over her shoulder and asked, "How many vibrating buddies do you have?"

"How many do YOU have?" Bethany asked, turning the question back around without an answer.

"One, but I never need to use it," Wendy said, putting her pointy little nose in the air as if she was too good for a vibrator. 

"If I had one, I'd used it," Tina said. 

"You should get one," Allison told her. She received a surprised look from Wendy. "What? It's fun and sometimes it feels good to do it yourself. Right Bethany?"

"I think so," she replied, unsure if she was being set-up to be the butt of another joke.

"I have two and they both buzz," Allison confessed. "One is really big and the other is a little pocket rocket that feels really good back there, if you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah," Bethany giggled. "That feels really good!" Most of all, Bethany loved the shocked look on Wendy's face. Who was the good girl now?

"Have you ever allowed a guy, you know . . . back there?" Tina asked them.

"Wait, I have a question for that!" Allison said, flipping the page. How many questions did she have? "Okay, Question #22: Your backdoor, is it A) An exit only? B) Open only for love? C) A great way to avoid getting pregnant? Or, D) There's a reason why it's called the Hershey Highway?" 

There were protests about the terminology before Tina said it was an exit only. Wendy agreed with her. Allison shrugged as she struggled with her answer. "I don't like any of those choices, so I guess B) Open only for love? I mean, I'll do it and not just for love, but, well, you know, right?" She looked gave the pretty redhead, Bethany, an expectant look.

"I guess it's D for me," Bethany revealed, feeling empowered by Allison's early comment about how Allison used her sex toys. "I do it a lot on my own." She blushed but smiled, too. 

"Well, okay," Allison laughed. "Ready for Question #5? It's a short one: Spit, swallow, wear that spunk like something from Proud Mary or he's not getting that until he puts a ring on it?"

"Spit," Tina quickly announced.

"It should be, 'he's only getting it until he puts a ring on it,'" Wendy said. "What about you, pervert?" She looked at Bethany.

"I don't know," she said. She didn't and that was the problem with her playing this game. Before arriving at college, Bethany had been with one guy: Thom Marks. Their first time was their third to last date before heading off to college. It hadn't gone the way Bethany thought it should. Yes, fucking had felt good. She didn't have an orgasm; she never expected to have one on her first time. What had confused her was Thom's approach. They had done it in the missionary position each time. Foreplay had been kissing and caressing but nothing more. Bethany had wanted to try the things she had seen on the internet and read about. She had wanted to find out about oral sex and finger-fucking and everything else. If Thom had been willing, Bethany would have offered her butt to him, too. Two years of dating, kissing and nothing more had grown tiresome. Bethany had been ready to try it all. But too much church had caught up with Thom. After his orgasm he had been filled with shame and insisted they get dressed. That had happened three times between them. As had happened after so many other dates, Bethany had gone home and wore out the batteries on her toys.

"Wait, you'll let a guy fuck you up the ass, but you've never given a blow-job?" Wendy asked, trying to make sense of the redhead's answer.

"I never said I had a guy up my butt." 

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Tina asked.

"No, I've done it," Bethany said, hating how she felt on the defensive about it. "And more than once, though all with the same guy."

"That ultra-religious guy?" Allison correctly guessed. Bethany was closer to Allison than Tina or Wendy. Along the way, Allison had heard more of Bethany's stories.

"Thom," she said.

"And that's all you did?" Tina quizzed, looking amazed. "He didn't go down on you or nothing?"

Bethany shook her head and felt innocent again. 

"Girlfriend, we've got to find you some real dick!" Wendy crowed. "You're cute as hell. I bet half the guys at this college would want to get some of that."

"What's your answer?" Bethany asked Allison, hoping to push the attention away.

"Swallow or wear that spunk like something from Proud Mary," Allison giggled. "I love the taste of a guy."

"Ew!" Wendy and Tina chimed.

"I'm serious. I'd do just that if it didn't make me so fucking horny to do it," Allison promised.

"Only foreplay for me," Tina insisted. "That way he doesn't expect me to swallow."

"Yeah, good plan," Wendy agreed, high-fiving her roommate before Allison went on with the quiz. 

There were questions about positions (Doggie-style? A) Makes me wag my tail? B) Can he be on the bottom? C) No rug burns for MY knees! Or, D) Felching is too embarrassing!). There were questions about guys going down on girls (Answer A) Always better to give than receive. B) Always better to receive than give. C) My girlfriend always does it better. Or, D) Yes! Yes! And HELL YES!). Bethany gave the answers she thought would be true while wishing she knew for sure. The answers the other girls gave painted an interesting picture of them. 

While Wendy teased Bethany the most about being innocent and inexperienced, Bethany got the impression that Wendy wasn't that much fun in bed, either. She didn't do it doggie-style. She preferred receiving oral sex to giving it. Wendy said both "cowgirl" and "reverse cowgirl" were too much work. Hand-jobs were a waste of time, too.

Allison and Tina were more experienced. Tina had given the room an awkward moment of silence when she answered the receiving oral sex question with C) My girlfriend always does it better. No one asked a follow-up. Tina scored extra surprise points with the doggie style question by choosing B) Can he be on the bottom? But she was with Wendy when it came to avoiding doing it cowgirl style. Meanwhile, Allison earned the title of "cumslut" because of her blow-job answer and her hand-job answer though that title wasn't bestowed until a later question.

"Question #18," Allison announced. "There's a nice hard one sticking through a hole in the wall, do you A) Suck it for all it's worth. B) Fuck it for all it's worth. C) Stroke it for all it's worth. D) Run away as fast as you can!" Allison was stuck between answering A or C and earned her unofficial title of "cumslut." (Wendy said she would run away. Tina was willing to fuck it. Bethany chose sucking for the experience.)

They finished the twenty-five question quiz, decided Allison made the best "Bad Girl" and called it a night. Bethany and Allison weren't roommates but their class schedules overlapped and they lived on the same floor. "I'm not really tired," Bethany said as they approached the elevator. 

"Me neither. We could visit Café Joe's if you want," Allison said, naming the Starbucks knock-off just off campus that kept late hours. They stopped by their rooms for coats and headed out together. 

"I guess I don't make a very good bad girl," Bethany admitted as they walked down the block.

"You're just a bad girl in waiting. Did you notice how Wendy doesn't do anything?"

"Oh-my-God, yes!" Bethany squealed, glad she wasn't the only one who noticed. "She should get with Thom!"

"Why is it the cute blondes with perky noses always get the rich guys?" Allison asked.

"Same reason rich guys are always cheating on those blondes with perky noses," Bethany giggled. "They're boring in bed."

"I can't believe Tina goes both ways."

"Maybe I should hit on her if I want some oral action," Bethany joked. It was easy joking with Allison.

"You would let a girl do that to you?" Allison asked.

"I'd rather it was a guy so I could do it back to him."

"Mm, I love sucking dick."

"Do you really swallow?"

"I love everything about how a guy gets off. I like the way they lose control, how they look at you as if they just won lottery, how they blast off if you get them really excited . . ." Her voice trailed off and Allison shivered. "Okay, now I'm getting horny. There better not be a guy in there I know or he's getting lucky."

"Then I hope there is," Bethany giggled. Why not? Maybe she could learn something about how Allison picked up a guy.

"If I'm getting lucky, then so are you," Allison said as she pulled open the front door. They ordered lattes and picked a booth away from the counter and the few other customers. They giggled their way through the questions and answers everyone gave from the Bad Girl quiz. Allison's raunchy openness kept the conversation funny and crude. "I never pegged you for an anal slut," Allison smirked.

"Never pegged you for being a cumslut," Bethany shot back, laughing and glad they decided to stop for coffee. "Is it wrong if I ask how many guys you've been with?"

"Been with? As in, had sex with them?" Allison qualified. "Only three, but I've messed around with more guys than that." Bethany was confused and it showed. Allison sat facing the door. She glanced around Bethany's mane of fiery red hair before leaning close. "I used to give random guys I met at work hand-jobs in the parking lot." Bethany had known Allison since orientation week. In those four months since becoming friends, she had never seen her cute friend with plain-Jane brown hair blush. 

"How would that work? You'd meet some guy, think he was cute and offer to jerk him off?"

"Sort of," Allison giggled. "I mean, he had to be cute and had to flirt with me, first. But if he said something sexual to me, I'd call him on it." Bethany could only imagine the wide-eyed look she was wearing. "Okay, it only happened like five times and it was only during last summer."

"Five times or with five guys?"

"Guys," Allison admitted before giggling again. "It happened more than five times." Bethany was as fascinated as she was willing to believe her friend and she definitely believed Allison. Why would she lie about something like that? Allison explained how the first time it had been a joke. A friend of hers had a girlfriend away on vacation, he made a joke about needing an orgasm, ". . . and we made a joke about how a helpful hand-job would be a community service instead of cheating. The next thing I know, we're sitting in his car, I'm stroking Rob's dick and, well, we both walked away happy."

"Didn't you get horny doing that?"

"Oh-my-God! I got SO horny!" Allison cried out loud enough for the other people inside Café Joe's to turn around and look at her. She lowered her voice for the rest. "That was like the best part, how horny I got and then I had to go back to work and stay that way for the rest of the day until I could get home and take care of myself."

"Why didn't you, I don't know, let them do you or something?"

"I don't know, it was hotter just doing them."

Bethany squirmed without realizing it as she thought it through. Allison caught the wiggle.

"I know, makes you all tingly down there, doesn't it?"

"Did you ever do more than just . . ." Bethany made an up and down motion with her loose fist to demonstrate a hand job. It was easier saying the word before she started feeling excited. Just because she had never given a hand-job didn't mean she didn't know how it worked.

"Just hand jobs and blowjobs. Here's the funny part. Ryan? That first guy? We only did it once."

Bethany found herself filled with more questions. How did she find the other guys? Did they all have girlfriends? Wasn't she afraid of getting a reputation? 

"I guess I did get a reputation," she shrugged. "But I knew I would be leaving for college, so who cares? I never asked about girlfriends because I didn't care. Besides, guys are horn-dogs. I bet any guy in here would say 'yes' to a no-strings-attached blowjob."

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to give a stranger my first blowjob."

"Why not? Might be good practice," Allison teased before her eyes lit up as she looked at the door. "Or maybe it doesn't have to be a stranger?" 

Bethany glanced over her shoulder at the cute guy approaching the counter. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place his face. "Who's that?"

"Keith from my Econ 101 class. He sits next to me and always asks about you."

"Me?" Bethany asked, surprised. "I don't know him."

"Econ 101 is the class I have right before we do lunch every day," Allison said and Bethany put the rest of it together. She didn't share Allison's Economics 101 class, but she shared the class immediately before it and they usually walked together. "That red hair is hard to miss. Even in here." Looking past Bethany, Allison gave Keith a big smile and waved him over. Under her breath, she mumbled to Bethany, "Ready to get lucky?"

"Hey Allison," Keith smiled as he strolled to their table. He didn't try to sit with them. His smile looked comfortable on his face. He was clean shaven and carried a textbook in one hand and his coffee in the other. When Allison motioned for him to sit, he held up the textbook, "Gotta study."

"You should sit," Allison said, patting the empty space next to her again. Keith's smile grew bigger as he accepted her invitation to sit. Bethany couldn't see Allison grabbing the front of his jeans but she saw how Keith's smile dropped when his eyes went wide with surprise. "Problem?" Allison gigged. 

He shot Bethany an apologetic smile, "She's not like this in class." Bethany gave a nervous giggled while convinced her face was red enough for everyone inside the booth. What the hell was Allison doing? He glanced down at Allison's groping hand before looking at the pretty girl with straight, brown hair. "I should warn you I'm on a hair trigger." 

"You're big," Allison cooed.

"I'm average," Keith corrected but looked thrilled with her assessment.

"I want this inside my mouth," she purred.

"Can I finish my coffee?" he asked, looking around the store. Keith was as aware of their surroundings as Bethany.

"Why don't you take it with you?" Allison asked.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to Bethany's room. She doesn't have a roommate."

"Are we sure that's okay with Bethany?" Keith asked wide-eyed girl with the curly red hair sitting across from him.

"Should be," Allison said, nudging Keith to the edge of the bench seat. "She's going to help me."

"Help you?" Bethany asked.

"Help? Do it together? Whichever." Allison gave her a big, playful smile. She pulled her friend out of the booth, pushed Keith towards the front door and made sure Bethany followed.

"Can we talk about this?" Bethany whispered.

"No," Allison said, giving Keith another shove.

The walk back to the dorm room felt surreal to Bethany. The cool evening air felt good against her heated, flushed face. Allison wormed between her and Keith and hooked her arms beneath theirs so they walked as a group. "We're not really doing this, are we?" Keith asked, echoing Bethany's biggest question.

"Sure we are," Allison sang as if they were heading to Disney World instead of Bethany's dorm room. "But there are rules. You're getting a blowjob and nothing else. No touching us. And you can't tell anyone what happened, either. Bethany doesn't want a reputation."

"Is it okay if I change your names?" he asked.

"Sure because who's going to believe two hot girls snatched you from Café Joes with the sole intention of giving you a blowjob?"

"Can I ask why you're doing this?" 

"Does it matter?" Allison said. Keith shrugged. "Okay, because Bethany's never sucked dick and wants to try it."

"Wow, really?" Keith asked, sounding more surprised by that tidbit of information than what was happening to him.

"Really," Bethany flatly assured him as she gave up on her blushing ever ending. 

They reached the dorm rooms and took the elevator up to the third floor without comment. Allison kept her arms hooked around their arms and that's how the trio walked down the hallway, too. Bethany fumbled with her keycard before getting her door open. Her roommate dropped out after six weeks and the college never forced a second roommate into her room. Bethany kept the extra bed made and used it as a couch. 

Once inside the room, Allison kept control of the situation. She pushed Keith's coat from his shoulders. While he finished taking it off, Allison took off hers and made sure Bethany was doing the same. "Mind kicking off your shoes?" Allison asked. After he did, she rubbed the front of his jeans for a moment before working the fasteners in front. "You didn't think I was kidding about any of this, did you?"

"Maybe," he said looking as if he still had doubts.

"Still think that?" she asked, pushing her hand inside his open pants.

"Not so much," he grinned. Bethany was impressed with Keith's ability to maintain his composure. It wasn't until Allison began pushing down his jeans that things became serious. A quiet hush fell over the room as Allison began caressing his exposed cock and balls as if everyone was holding their breath. She pushed him backwards on the empty bed.




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"Get over here," Allison reached for Bethany. She pulled the redhead close and they dropped to their knees in front of the man without pants. "Go ahead, touch him." Allison guided Bethany's hand to Keith's cock and balls. "It's okay. I think he's okay with this."

Bethany glanced up at the cute man wearing a disbelieving smile. He gave her a reassuring nod. She smiled back and touching his fat prick instantly doubled the number of cocks she had ever touched in real life. Bethany had no way of gauging Keith's endowment beyond what she had seen in movies on the internet and that didn't feel like a fair comparison. Compared to Thom, Keith's manhood was fatter and longer. Was Keith really big? Average as he claimed? It would be another month before she had enough experience to form an opinion.

"Told you he was big," Allison said as if she had read Bethany's thoughts. "Try licking it once and see if you can make him harder." Allison pushed on the back of her friend's head. She didn't need to push hard. Bethany laid her tongue flatly against the base of Keith's prick and licked upwards. "Well?"

"Nice," Bethany reported though she wasn't sure what Allison expected. It was a single lick, what should her reaction be? 

"Try sucking him," the brown haired girl with blue eyes urged.

"How?" Bethany asked, unsure what to do next.

"Just put it in your mouth and move your head up and down," she explained.

Bethany had no idea what she was doing but didn't think it was brain surgery, either. She pulled Keith's prick upwards, opened her mouth and stuck his cock inside. She noticed his cock felt harder than when she had first touched him. She had to pull it away from his stomach to get at a better angle. She bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, studying the feel of him against her tongue. Though the bottom side of his cock was full of veins she could see, it felt flat against her tongue. She noticed how the ridge of his cock head tugged gently at the corners of her mouth. When she inhaled, she could smell him. He smelled like a man and she liked it. 

"You're officially a cocksucker," Allison whispered in Bethany's ear after brushing away a handful of fiery red locks. 

Allison's coarse language sent a stunned shiver through Bethany that ended between her legs with a demanding tingle of excitement. Oh fuck, she's right! Bethany thought. There had been few times in her young life when something magical had happened. Receiving her college acceptance letter had been one of those moments. She could remember the out-of-body thrill she had felt reading that acceptance letter and how she had repeated in her mind I'm now a college student! a dozen times until she believed it. That happened again, though her thoughts were more explicit. I'm a cocksucker! I'm really doing it! This is really happening! I'm sucking cock!

"Don't be a dick hog," Allison said, pulling Keith's hard-on away from Bethany and putting him inside her mouth. Bethany watched her friend going at him. Allison was more aggressive. It looked like something out of a porn movie the way Allison wrapped her hand around his prick, tugging and pulling while she bobbed her head up and down. "Your turn," she said, holding Keith's cock out for Bethany's mouth and she didn't let go even after Bethany began sucking.

"Oh fuck," Keith moaned as he watched the two pretty girls taking turns. "That's so hot."

"Is she doing good?" Allison asked.

"Oh hell yes!"

"So, she's a good cocksucker?"

"The best!"

"Better than me?" 

"Not better," he quickly corrected. "But she's good, too."

"Beginner's luck," Allison teased and once more took his cock away from Bethany for her turn. 

"Am I really doing it okay?" Bethany asked. Keith gave her an eager nod and she could see the joyful look in his eyes, the "lottery winning" look Allison had described. She had been right about that.

"So close," Keith sighed.

"Do it in Bethany's mouth," Allison insisted, pushing his swollen cock back towards her friend. 

"In her mouth?" Keith asked. He sounded surprised. Bethany didn't see the emphatic way Allison nodded her head.

"Don't you dare stop when he cums," Allison told her, her hand again finding the back of Bethany's head. "This is the best part."

Bethany groaned around her mouthful of cock. Keith was bigger, fatter and longer than before. His cock felt really hard, like Thom's only bigger. She could feel Keith's prick twitching, was he doing that? She didn't know what to expect when he came though she had seen it happen enough times in videos. How hard would it shoot out? Would she choke on it? What did it taste like? 

The first ropey strand of Keith's orgasm unexpectedly struck the top of her mouth and surprised her. It didn't drown or gag her, only surprised her. She felt his cock contracting as it happened, though later she would think of it as throbbing. It happened again and again. She felt the warm, thick fluid landing on her tongue and kept sucking without swallowing. She wasn't sure how to swallow with something inside her mouth. She never counted how many pumps he gave her. She thought it was four or five, maybe more. All she really knew was how she wished he would keep going. She pulled away and swallowed.

"Hey, I wanted some of that, too!" Allison complained. Bethany didn't realize she had done anything wrong and before she apologize, Allison shoved her mouth against Bethany's lips, she pushed her tongue inside and began a deep French kiss Bethany never expected.

"Now THAT'S hot!" Keith said. Bethany looked pass Allison's head at him and saw Allison was flipping him off. That made her laugh and it broke up their kiss. "You guys could have done that sooner," Keith said with an appreciative smile.

"We're not gay," Allison said. "We're cumsluts." She pulled on Keith's prick, coaxed another droplet of creamy white semen from his tip and lapped it up without sharing. 

"I didn't know I was supposed to share," Bethany apologized.

"That's okay. We'll work on that next time," Allison said and gave Bethany a quick kiss. "You are a good kisser, though."

"You know, if you guys want to kiss again, I bet do it again, too," Keith offered. 

"One blowjob to a customer," Allison said, handing him his pants. "Now get dressed and remember our deal, tell no one."

"Yeah, okay," he said, looking amazed and confused. "Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

"Maybe," Allison allowed and pulled away. She sat across the room on Bethany's bed. Unsure what she was supposed to do, Bethany sat next to her while she watched the cute guy get dressed. If kissing Allison got her a second try at sucking dick, Bethany was willing to do it but she didn't know how to say it and didn't think that option was on the table. 

The trio was quiet as Keith finished dressing. He stood, smiled and admitted, "I'm not sure what to say, so I guess just 'thank you?'"

"Good enough," Allison said with a smile and a nod at the door. He gave them an awkward wave and left. "Well?" Allison gushed as soon as he was gone. 

"That was the hottest, sexiest and craziest moment in my entire life!" Bethany squealed. "I'm so fucking horny right now I can't stand it!"

"I know, right? Me too!" Allison stood and picked up her coffee cup. "My roommate better be asleep when I get back to my room!" She winked at Bethany. "See you tomorrow?"

"Guess so," Bethany said, her head spinning and she wondered if this was how it felt to be drunk. She sat on her bed and watched Allison leave her room before she was struck with a case of giggles. She couldn't stop giggling and laughing as she replayed everything that had just happened. "Cocksucker," she said out loud and laughed. "I'm a cocksucker!" she repeated before standing up and moving in front of the mirror over the sink. She looked at her reflection for a sign of change. She didn't see one on the outside but she knew the change on the inside. "You're a cocksucker," she told her reflection and laughed again.

Alone in her room meant she had no reason to stay dressed or hesitate before taking care of herself. That was always the way she liked to think about it, "taking care of herself." She though the word masturbation sounded too clinical and playing with herself sounded funny to her. She stripped naked, because she could, laid on top of her covers and began rubbing her pussy. "Cocksucker," she told herself as she zeroed in on her clit in a tight, tiny circle that always felt best. She came within moments of beginning and knew that wasn't going to be enough. She darted across the room to her underwear drawer, pulled out all three of her toys and went back to her bed. Her favorite toy was a jelly dildo shaped like a prick. She sucked on it and tried pretending it was Keith. It was a poor substitution but it was better than nothing. She gave herself two more orgasms before deciding she was calmed down enough for sleep.

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"How's it going, cumslut?" Allison asked the next morning when they met after breakfast.

"Good cumslut. How about you?" Bethany giggled. They were co-conspirators walking across the quadrangle with their heads close as the whispered, laughed and giggled about last night. Allison confessed playing with herself in the bathroom because her roommate was still awake. "You could have done it in my room."

Her suggestion took on a different meaning when Allison asked, "With you?" 

"It's not as if we have to watch other," Bethany blushed. Allison laughed at her and they dropped the topic as they walked into their first classroom of the day. They always met for lunch after the last class of the morning hours, the class Allison shared with Keith. "Was it awkward seeing him?"

"Not at all. He mentioned it. Said 'thanks' and said he was up for a repeat. But he was cool." Allison shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. Bethany desperately wanted to ask if there would be a repeat but didn't want to appear overly eager. As they neared the cafeteria, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are we going to do it again?"

Allison's answer sent a wave of panic through Bethany. "Sure, but this time you have to pick the guy."

"I could never . . ." Bethany began before noticing the disapproving scowl on her friend's face. "I'm serious! I'm a good girl!"

"No, you're a bad girl in waiting, remember?" Allison smiled and gave her a playful nudge. "Did you have fun last night?" Bethany nodded. "Do you want to do it again?" Another nod. "Then pick someone."

"But who?"

"Whoever," Allison insisted making it sound as easy as picking out a pair of shoes, which was something Bethany had never done easily either. "How about him?" She nodded at a cute guy with dark brown hair sitting alone at a table. He was skinny and looked nerdy. Bethany liked skinny, nerdy looking guys and Allison knew it. "Come on, it's will make his entire college career."

"I don't know . . ." Bethany began and gave up on finishing her thought as Allison sat down next to the surprised looking man. Bethany sat across from them. He gave them a shy, uncertain smile.

"It's okay, we don't bite," Allison told him. "Suck, maybe. But bite? No." He gave them an uncertain smile as introductions were made. Allison kicked Bethany beneath the table to say something.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Andy?" Bethany blurted out. 

"Back home," he said. "Not sure if we're still boyfriend/girlfriend, though." 

"Are you faithful to her?" Allison quizzed.

"So far," Andy said, still looking bewildered. 

"Faithful because you want to be faithful or faithful because you haven't met anyone yet?" Allison asked.

"A little of both?" he offered with a weak attempt at a playful smile. 

Allison kicked Bethany again. The girl with the curly red hair wasn't sure why. Go for it! Allison mouthed with a daring glare in eyes. Bethany froze while Allison rolled her eyes and took the lead. "So let me ask you a question," she began. "What if I said my friend and I wanted to practice our blowjobs and we needed a volunteer to help us?"

Andy grinned, shook his head and looked from one girl to the other. "If you were serious, I'd ask where to sign up. You know, if you were serious."

"You can't tell," Bethany blurted out, determined to climb on top of her fears. "I mean, if we do this, you can't ever tell anyone about it."

"Who would believe me?" Andy smirked. He had a nice smile. 

"Do you have a class?" Allison asked, answer Bethany's question about timing. They were going to do it right away?

"I'll skip it if you're serious."

"Oh, we're very serious," the pretty girl with blue eyes and straight brown hair insisted. Bethany couldn't see how she was stroking Andy's leg but guessed at it by the way her arm moved. 

The two girls tossed away half-eaten lunches as they led Andy to the dorm. He looked suspicious but the prize waiting was the risk. Once in the elevator, he asked, "Are we really doing this?"

"Crazy, isn't it?" Bethany said, pushing herself to keep the lead. She gave him a smile she hoped looked reassuring. The doors opened and they walked halfway down the hall to her empty room. She was swifter with her keycard and didn't fumble it. Andy looked wide-eyed and nervous. Bethany didn't feel nervous but she wasn't sure how to proceed. 

Allison stepped to their new friend, began rubbing the front of his pants and explained the rules again. "You don't get to touch us and you can't tell anyone, okay?" He gave a wide-eye nod of his head. It seemed impossible for his eyes to get any wider until Allison began working the front of his jeans. Somehow, his eyes did grow a fraction bigger. She pulled down his pants, pushed him backward and pulled Bethany in front of him.

Andy was already hard. His cock was long and thin. Compared to Keith's prick, Andy's was significantly thinner. Was his cock shorter? Bethany wasn't sure. In some ways, his thinner dick made him look longer than Keith. "It's okay for you to cum in my mouth," she said as she dropped her knees. She wrapped her hand around his cock, noticing how her fingers could touch her thumb. That wasn't true last night. With Keith, her fingers didn't quite reach her thumb because his cock had been fatter. Andy's cockhead was more pronounced, giving his cock more of mushroom like appearance. Bethany wrapped her lips around his manhood and began bobbing her head up and down. Her mouth registered the difference in girth while her brain raced with what that meant. She noticed the difference in Andy's size because she was sucking his dick. Because she was sucking him nearly twelve hours after sucking Keith. 

Her mouth had never known Thom's prick and her former boyfriend dropped off her list of cocks she had known. Thom may have been the first (and so far, only) cock to enter her pussy, but what did it matter? Sex had felt good, even though the experience hadn't last very long. Bethany knew she liked the feel of something sliding in and out of her pussy. She had been doing it herself for months before she ever had sex with Thom. Sucking felt more intimate. Having a man's hard cock inside her mouth felt like an intimate kiss. She could taste his flesh. She could smell his manly musk and she liked that. She had always noticed a sexy aroma that came with nudity and she liked nuzzling against what she believed was the source of that aroma. She could pull back her head and really look at his manhood, though when she pulled away, Allison took that as her turn.

Bethany rocked back on her heels and spent more time noticing Andy than Allison. She admired the wet, slickness coating his staff from their mouths. She noticed how Allison grabbed at his balls and realized she had forgotten to do that. She had touched Thom's balls. Touching his cock was all Thom had allowed and never for very long. Touching had caused needful moans that worried Thom while Bethany had welcomed them as a sign she was doing something that felt good. Andy moaned, too. Bethany studied his face; the eager, disbelieving look in his eyes. How he looked desperate and needful. His intense focus on watching the pretty girl with straight brown hair. 

"Can I cum in her mouth?" Andy asked. Bethany nodded but Allison felt differently. She pulled away and held his cock out for her friend's mouth.

"No, do it in her mouth. She loves the taste of cum."

Andy's cock felt wet, slippery and hot from Allison's mouth. Bethany heard her friend's words. Was that true? Did she love the taste of cum? She had enjoyed feeling Keith coming in her mouth, but it had happened too fast for noticing the taste. She gave an affirmative moan and kept sucking. She felt Andy's cock twitching, throbbing with his need. She remembered wanting to grab his balls and as soon as her hand softly closed around his furry sac he groaned loudly and she was rewarded with the pumping pulse of his orgasm splashing against the roof of her mouth a couple times before easing into softer pulses that coated her tongue. This time, she was careful not to swallow. After she guessed his orgasm was done, she turned to Allison and pressed their mouths together. Why not? Sharing his cock meant they had already swapped spit so it didn't feel gay if they kissed, too.

Allison immediately pushed her tongue inside Bethany's mouth. Their tongues danced as they kissed the way lovers do. Andy's cumshot was shared between them. Bethany had a chance to notice the slightly salty, slightly acid flavor of semen and she liked it. She was tasting the essence of a man and greedily chased after it. She sucked on Allison's tongue, determined to keep as much of his seed as she could for herself. Allison's greedy eagerness matched hers and their kiss began the most soulful and intense kiss Bethany had ever experienced.

The two friends rocked back on their heels and shared a startled, amazed look. "Damn, you're a good kisser," Allison sighed. "That's dangerous."

"That was hot," Andy said, rubbing his cock. "Can we do it again?"

"One to a customer," Allison said.

"Can you come again?" Bethany asked, wanting more.

"I'm still hard," their new friend pointed out. 

"It's going to take too long," Allison said.

"I don't care," Bethany replied and started sucking him again. There was a drop of cum left behind and she was glad to find it first. She looked up and saw Andy lounging backwards again, content to let her work her magic. Bethany wondered if he could see the smile in her eyes. It didn't matter. She bobbed her head up and down and swirled her tongue around his skinner than Keith's sized prick. 

"Oh yeah," Andy groaned, though he didn't feel close to having an orgasm. Bethany remembered his balls and began fondling them.

"You can suck those, too," Allison pointed out, her face close to Bethany as she eagerly watched. "Let me show you."

Not wanting to be a "dick-hog," Bethany pulled away and watched as Allison pressed her mouth against Andy's furry ball sac. She nursed on one ball and then the other before pressing her mouth tightly against the man and managed to put both of balls inside her mouth. She made a "pop" sound when she pulled away. She stroked his cock, looked up at him and smiled. "Feel good?"

"Oh fuck yeah," he moaned.

Allison pulled away. Bethany took a try at nursing on Andy's balls and noticing the impact of it. She registered again how she was swapping spit with Allison. The thought sent a pleasant tingle through her. She had never considered being with another woman as something she wanted to do. She had seen it in porno movies but it wasn't something she sought out. Girls were allowed to kiss in public. Okay, maybe not a kiss like the one they had shared after Andy's orgasm but few people would think twice about two women greeting each other with a peck on their lips. There was a casualness towards shared nakedness women shared that titillated men without meaning a thing to women. Admitting being excited around Allison didn't feel gay to her. It felt intimate, a bonding moment best describe as sexual without feeling like crossing a line into sex.




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Bethany noticed again the intimacy of giving a man a blowjob. Pressing her face against his cock so she could nurse on his balls felt remarkably intimate. She saw his long, wet looking cock dancing and throbbing in front of her eyes, displaying his appreciation in a way only men were allowed. Yes, she decided, she liked this and she could understand how Allison said she liked it better than sex. Did eating pussy feel as intimate? 

"You look sexy doing that," Allison said before she leaned closer and wrapped her lips around Andy's cock again. Butt out! was the first reaction that crossed Bethany's mind but it left her as quickly as it had occurred. She pulled back, admiring Allison. She looked sexy, too and Bethany felt a needful ache between her legs. She had spent so much time noticing the man she had mentally dismissed noticing anything more about Allison than technique. Grounded in the moment and more relaxed gave Bethany a chance to admire the sheer sexuality of seeing Allison's full lips wrapped around Andy's skinny dick. She saw Allison's tongue, the same tongue Bethany had felt in her mouth and Bethany pushed closer. She kissed the junction of Allison's mouth and Andy's prick. Allison's eyes went wide, she pulled away, smiled and when Bethany kissed Andy's cock, so did Allison. They played tongue tag around his hard-on and Bethany squirmed from the thrill of it. Allison pulled away and gave Bethany the chance to enjoy Andy.

Bethany was glad they were still sucking him. She was glad Andy had an orgasm behind him. She had heard it took a man longer the second or third time than the first time. It gave Bethany the opportunity to explore and absorb the moment. She tried the thing with her hand she had noticed Allison doing, where she had pulled up and down on the guy's cock while bobbing her head. She watched Andy's reaction and saw how much he appreciated.

"So close," he murmured.

"Let him cum on your face," Allison suggested. Bethany glanced at her friend and was surprised seeing Allison clutching at her chest. "Do it," she insisted. "Wear it."

"Close," Andy growled with greater urgency.

"Cum on her face," Allison commanded, taking over for Bethany. Allison jerked off Andy with one hand while holding Bethany's face close. "Do it," she purred. "She wants it. Do it!"

"Yes!" Andy groaned. "Yes!" His cock erupted with thick, ropey strands of semen. If his first orgasm had dulled his volume, it didn't show. His orgasm flew with the same intensity Bethany imagined she had felt inside her mouth. What was new was feeling his warm, wet semen striking her face. The first glob landed on her nose. The second struck her cheek, just above her mouth. The next shot pasted her lips while the next one was against her chin. 

Allison was laughing and cheering at the same time. "Yeah! Do it! Paste her face!" After his final spurt Allison cradled Bethany's face and began showering her with kisses. She nuzzled against Bethany and smeared his load across both of them, coating their mouths, nose, cheeks and chin with his gooey cream. They kissed, laughed, licked and kissed again while Andy watched and pulled on his spent prick. 

Allison pulled away from the laughing, licking kiss-fest happening and glanced at Andy. "You can go," she said. 

"I'd rather stay and watch."

"Get out," Bethany snapped without looking at him. There was a moment happening here that didn't include Andy. Bethany cut Allison's giggle short by kissing her. She was vaguely aware of the man pulling up his pants and standing. Allison broke their kiss.

"Not a word. Just leave and maybe this will happen again."

Andy didn't reply but Bethany heard her door shutting. 

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Kneeling and kissing suddenly felt different without Andy in the room. Bethany didn't want to stop kissing Allison but what was stopping her from doing more? What if she touched Allison's tits? She wrestled with controlling her hands, mentally insisting they behave. The temptation of their kiss made the battle frustrating. She finally pulled away. "We should stop," she gasped.

"I know," Allison said, though she stole another kiss from Bethany's lips. When she pulled away, her eyes raked across Bethany's body with a hungry looking stare. "I'm so fucking horny."

"I need to do myself," Bethany admitted, hoping Allison wanted to do it, too.

"I better go back to my room."

"You . . .," Bethany started, thought better of it and then decided she didn't care. "Stay."

"And do it with you?" Allison asked, biting her bottom lip. Bethany nodded and it took her a moment to realize her gaze was locked on Allison's chest. Why hadn't she ever noticed how full and firm Allison's breasts looked? She reluctantly pulled her eyes upwards. "I'm going to go," she said without moving.

"Yeah, good idea," Bethany said and pulled her t-shirt over her head. "Because I'm going to get naked now."

"And touch yourself?"

"Repeatedly," she said, undoing her bra. She saw how Allison's eye fell to her bare chest. 

"You have great tits."

Bethany felt herself blushing.

"I like how your freckles stop," Allison said, tracing a line across Bethany's chest that followed the line of her bikini top. 

Allison's hand froze above Bethany's breast, lingering over it long enough for Bethany to notice the heat of her palm. Please touch me, Bethany thought with all her might. Instead, Allison pulled her hand away.

"Can I watch you do it?"

"You have to do it, too."

"I'm going to," Allison told Bethany's bare chest. She redirected her blue eyes to Bethany's. "In my room. I'm going to do it in my room. My roommate won't be there. She has a class." Allison rocked backwards, squatted and stood. "You're dangerous," she said.

"You, too," Bethany said, performing the same little move so she was standing, too. She pulled Allison into her arms, pressed her bare chest against the other woman and kissed her. It was a long kiss and it had nothing to do with sharing a cum shot.

"Cumslut," Allison teased, breaking the kiss with another glance at Bethany's chest.

"Ditto," Bethany giggled and allowed her friend to leave. As soon as Allison was gone, Bethany finished stripping, fell on her bed and desperately rubbed out an orgasm she needed too much. She refused to acknowledge how her mind was filled with memories of sandwiching Andy's cock between their mouths. With one orgasm down, she did it again, rubbing and caressing her pussy as she reminded herself that Allison was probably doing the same thing. Was she thinking about me? she wondered? She came again and knew she still wasn't satisfied.

* * * * *

Bethany didn't see Allison again until the next morning's walk to their first class. That wasn't unusual and maybe for the best. Bethany couldn't let yesterday go without comment. "That was fun," she offered

"I came so many times!" Allison gushed, sounding happy to have the topic broached. 

"Me too," Bethany admitted, felt herself blushed, hating her red headed curse of fair skin easily blushed. She meant more than what had happened with Andy. Did it show?

"You should do the next guy on your own," her friend suggested.

"Why?"

"Just because," Allison said. "Do one on your own and then we can do another together."

"Do I have to?" she asked and Allison's emphatic nod settled the issue. "Fine," Bethany sighed as they walked into class. She kept thinking about it. Was she ready to take a guy back to her room for just a blowjob and nothing more? What if she wanted to fuck him, too? Was that allowed? She decided it wasn't without asking before thinking again how she would feel better if Allison was there, too. But why? Did Allison make her feel safer or was it because she wanted to see Allison doing it, too? Deep in her mind, she felt a truth trying to bubble to the surface she wasn't ready to admit. She foiled that thought by looking around the classroom. Was there a guy in her first class of the day that would be fun to suck? She leaned over and whispered a question to Allison, "Can I do Keith again?" Allison shook her head. Bethany gave a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes.

They saw Andy in the cafeteria and purposely avoided sitting with him. He gave them a polite smile and nod. "Don't even think about it," Allison cautioned.

"I wasn't," Bethany said without lying. They sat close to the windows. "So what are you going to do while I'm sucking dick?"

"I don't know. When are you planning on doing it?"

"Today. After lunch."

Allison initially looked surprised before she smirked. "Have you picked out your next victim?"

"According to you, that's the easy part."

They finished their lunch while Allison pointed out guys who could be fun. Bethany dismissed them because she didn't know any of them. They talked through the merits of doing a stranger, like they had with Andy. Allison thought it was a good idea, but Bethany had a plan. Sitting at the table behind Allison was Gary Davidson, a classmate Allison didn't know. He gave Bethany a smile and nod before sitting with another classmate. Allison looked ready to leave. Bethany caught Gary's eye and waved him over. 

"I have a question for you," Bethany said as she waved him closer. Gary gave smiled and moved closer. "A private question," Bethany said, shooting Allison a smirk. Gary moved even closer. Bethany pulled him close and whispered in his ear. "Up for a blowjob?" Gary pulled away and she saw the shocked, surprised look on his face. She pulled him close again. "I'm serious. Right now. You and me. One blowjob, nothing more."

"Here?" he asked, looking around the cafeteria as if he was considering the idea. Allison laughed. Bethany waved him close again.

"Not here. My room, but it has to be right now."

"Wha-, I mean, okay, but . . . you know . . . are you serious?"

"It's like a dare," Bethany lied, deciding it was enough of an explanation for him. 

Gary glanced at Allison. "Really?"

"Does it matter?" Bethany replied. He stared at her for a long moment before smiling. Bethany's smile matched his. She stood and looked at Allison. "Excuse us. I'm going to take him back to my room and suck his dick, okay?"

"Have fun!" Allison sang and she looked proud of Bethany.

As they left the cafeteria, Gary was filled with questions. "Are we really going to do this?" Bethany nodded. "Because you were dared?" She shrugged, that was close enough. "And that's all we're going to do?"

"That's it," she said. "One blowjob, not touching and no telling. We go into my room, I suck you off and then you leave. Deal?"

"Hell yeah," he said with a huge grin. She left most of the next round of questions unanswered. He asked if it this was something she did a lot, what other kind of dares there had been and more.

"Does it matter?" she asked as she swiped open her door and led him inside her room.

"What now?" Gary asked.

She nodded at the extra bunk. "Pull off your pants and get hard. I'm going to blow you and then you leave."

He gave her an eager nod and scrambled out his pants. He stuck his hand inside his boxer shorts and pulled on his prick. "Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"In my mouth or on my face, your choice," she said, surprised she would suggest a facial. 

"Oh wow," he groaned he a happy smiled. Gary pulled off his boxer shorts and revealed a cock thicker than Andy's but not as long. Bethany didn't realize it yet but Gary's cock was average. Her hand fit around comfortably around his shaft with her tiny fingers almost touching her thumb. His length was bigger than her hand and she appreciated how much remained after wrapping her hand around him. He tossed his jeans on the bed she had indicated and remained standing. Bethany sat on the bed, finding the change in positions a good idea. Why hadn't she and Allison thought of this? 

Gary stood in front of her. His hard cock throbbed up and down as if beckoning her mouth. Bethany admired his full looking balls. Gary's balls looked bigger than Andy's had. That's where she started. She sucked one inside her mouth and discovered she couldn't do both but had fun trying. She liked the way his hard cock pressed against her nose and forehead when she nuzzled against him. She inhaled his manly scent before opening her mouth and beginning her blowjob.

"Oh yeah," he moaned. "That's good."

It felt different doing it alone. She could be greedy and relish in the opportunity. She experimented with different ways to move her head and tongue. She swirled around his cockhead and explored its ridge. She tongued the slit on his tip. She licked up and down his shaft and looked up at him to see the reaction. He touched her hair, losing his fingers into the constant tangle of her curls. 

"Oops, sorry," he said, pulling away his hand as he remembered the "no touching" rule. Bethany considered telling him it was okay and decided against it. This wasn't about her, it was about him. Gary groaned. "That feels really good." She kept doing that and used her free hand to cradle his balls. "Oh yeah, so good," he purred. She kept going and found a comfortable stride. She felt her nipples aching for attention she couldn't give them. She squirmed and fought against touching herself while she sucked him. That would feel so good. When she squirmed again, he noticed. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice throaty, low and filled with passion. "You like sucking that big dick?" 

It's not that big, she thought but went with the flow.

"I want to cum on your face," he announced as his cock began throbbing more often. "Do you want that?"

"Uh-hmm," she moaned around her mouthful of cock.

"Yeah you do," he agreed. "I'm close," he announced and surprised her by pulling away. She kept rubbing his balls. His balls still felt big, but tight, too, as if his ball sac had shrunk. Was that normal? She didn't know or care. Gary had taken over for her mouth. He was pulling on his pleasant sized cock and it took her a moment to realize he was jerking off. "Yeah," he groaned. "On your face." And then it happened. He shot his load at her. The first strand of warm semen struck her forehead, the next her nose and his jerking hand made his cum fly across her face. His face wore a gleeful, lusty look. He came hard and seemed to come with a lot of cum, too. She felt his warm semen dripping and oozing across her and as strange as it felt, it felt good, too. He shook off one final drop. "Oh wow, that was hot."

"Thanks," she said, smiling up at her.

"You sexy like that." He reached past her and picked up his jeans. He stepped into them while she watched. "Well, thank you," he said as he tucked himself back together. "You're the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me."

"Ditto," Bethany allowed and wanted to run to her mirror to see how she looked. She felt his cum running and dripping to her neck. The moment he was gone she darted to the mirror and admired her reflection. She looked pasted in creamy cum and giggled. She grabbed her cell phone, snapped a picture and sent it to Allison before scooping up a long strand and putting it in her mouth. She did it again before thinking to snap another picture for Allison. Snap, send. Snap, send. She was working on sending her fourth picture when her phone buzzed. She opened the message and felt an excited surge as she looked at it. Allison stood in front of her mirror, pants around her knees and her hand cupping her pussy. 

Bethany felt possessed with lust. She flicked the icon on her phone's camera, moving it to the movie setting while keeping it aimed at her reflection. It was easy to see what she was recording. "Can you see how much he shot on me?" she narrated. She scooped up another line and popped her finger into her mouth. "So good. Don't you wish you were kissing this off me?" She sent the movie to her friend before putting down her phone. She needed both hands so she could get naked. She was careful how she pulled off her t-shirt so she didn't disturb the lines on her face. She worked off her bra, jeans and panties, too. Her phone buzzed with a return message. 

"This is me right now," Allison said in a movie reply. Her camera was aimed at her pussy as her fingers furiously rubbed her muffin. "I'm so wet! Can you hear that?" And that's Bethany realized she could hear the wet, smacking sound of Allison's excitement. 

Bethany felt crazed with her need. She didn't know for sure but took a chance. She opened a Skype invitation to Allison. Her friend immediately accepted it. "I'm so wet," Bethany said, holding the camera between her legs and dipping two fingers inside her pussy. Her fingers came back wet. "Can you see that?"

"I want that," Allison moaned before a wide-eyed gasp crossed her face. "I mean, I want to see that, you know?"

"Come to my room."

"No."

"I'm naked," Bethany teased, allowing the camera to show all of her.

"Use your toy for me."

"Come watch me use it," Bethany said, surprised at her insistence and when the Skype session suddenly ended, she regretted her words. Damn it, she scared Allison away. Fuck!

Some of Bethany's thrill left her but not enough to change her course of action. She still needed an orgasm, at least one. She put down her phone, pulled out the first toy her hand found, a vibrating one and collapsed on her bed. She twisted on the toy and shoved it inside her needful pussy. Yes, that's what she needed. She clutched at one of her rosy red, hard nipples and pulled on it. Yes! She needed that, too. Her body clenched from the sudden mix of intimate attention and her orgasm washed over her in deep, soulful waves that felt so good. In the midst of that orgasm, she heard the tiny knock on her door. Who the hell could that be? Feeling cheated out of enjoying the finish of her orgasm, she stood and moved to the peephole and saw Allison standing in the hallway. She pulled her friend inside. "You came!"

"Twice," Allison said with a big smile though the look in her eyes was very different. Her eyes were on Bethany's nudity. "Did you?"

"Once," Bethany admitted.

"You still have some on your face," Allison said and kissed her cheek. Bethany turned into the kiss and their lips met. They kissed for a long moment before Allison stumbled backwards. She looked stunned and confused. Her hand moved to Bethany's chest, cupping one of her breasts. "I want this," she said, looking embarrassed and unsure of herself. It was an expression Bethany knew well from the number of times she had worn it lately. 

"I won't tell," she said.

"I'm not gay."

"Me either," she smiled and pulled Allison into another kiss. Allison's hand stayed on Bethany's chest as they kissed, her fingers finding Bethany's stiff nipple and tweaking it so gently. Once more, Allison broke their kiss and without room to step backwards, she pushed Bethany away.

"I want to watch you use your toy," she flatly stated as if she was drawing a hard line between them.

"Get naked and I will."

"Why do I have to get naked?"

"Because I'm not doing it alone," Bethany said as she opened her underwear drawer and pulled out the jelly dildo she liked so much. 

"Good thing I brought this." Allison gave a lighthearted giggle and fished a petite vibrator from her pocket. "But if we're going to do this, you have to promise to stay on your bed."

"Okay," Bethany said and fought the urge to give her friend another kiss. Instead, she went back to her bed where her old school vibrator sat, used and ready for more. She waited while Allison got naked, playing the jelly dildo over her nipples just for the fun of it. She had never seen Allison naked or thought much about it. But as Allison shrugged out of her bra, Bethany couldn't stop staring at her friend's firm, perky looking breasts and wondering how those hard nipples might feel between her lips. Would it be like sucking on a tiny cock? She didn't know and her curiosity sent a pleasant shiver through her. Allison wiggled out of her jeans. She wasn't wearing underwear. Bethany absentmindedly wondered if that was just because or if that was something she usually did without. 




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Allison's long and lean body looked delicious and Bethany couldn't stop staring. With the way Allison stared back, she didn't feel self-conscious about it. "Ready?" Allison asked. Bethany nodded and slipped her jelly dildo down her body until it was between her legs. As Allison watched, Bethany pushed the toy inside and sighed. That felt good, really good. Across from her, she watched Allison twisting on her toy and pressing against her clit. Facing each other, they moved their toys in the ways that felt best for their bodies and watched each other orgasm. 

"This is as sexy as watching you suck cock," Bethany moaned.

"You look so sexy suck dick," Allison replied and they kept on touching themselves. 

"I like sucking cock with you," Bethany said. "I mean, when we're both doing it. I like when our tongues touch."

"Me too," Allison gasped as a second orgasm raced through her body. "I like kissing you." Bethany came before Allison corrected her meaning. "I like kissing when you have a mouthful of cum."

"I like kiss you," Bethany said without the qualification. 

Allison smiled as she pulled her toy away from her pussy. "Are we turning gay?"

"I don't think lesbians suck dick," Bethany giggled.

"I want to suck one right now."

"Call up Keith or someone."

"Is it okay if I do it alone?"

Bethany felt a stab of disappointment. "Yeah, but why?"

"I just want to do one on my own."

"Can I watch?"

"Then I wouldn't be on my own," Allison laughed.

"Yeah, I guess not. Will you tell me when you're doing it so I can do myself at the same time?"

"While you think about me sucking dick?" 

Bethany nodded. That's precisely what she meant.

"Tomorrow, we can do another guy together, okay?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday," Bethany pointed out. Allison raised her eyebrows as if asking why that mattered. "I'm just saying, maybe we can do more than one guy tomorrow."

"At the same time?"

Bethany thought about it for a moment. That was a great suggestion but it wasn't what she meant. "Maybe, but I was thinking we do it more than once."

"You mean, we find a guy, do him and then find another guy to do, too?"

"Why not?" Bethany asked. "Might be easier than finding two guys who will let us do it at the same time."

"How about if we find one guy, do him and then promise no orgasms until we find a second guy?" Allison asked. Bethany recalled what her friend had said about her days working retail. How she would suck off a guy at work and then wait until she got home to take care of herself. 

"I don't know if I can do that," Bethany said, unsure if she could stand being excited for that long. 

"What if after the second guy, we promise we'll do it in front of each other?"

"Deal!"

* * * * *

Friday night, they hung out again with Tina Greggs and Wendy Wilson. The four of them watched a chick flick together in Tina and Wendy's room. They ate too much popcorn, laughed too much and not a word was said between Bethany and Allison about how they had spent the week. More importantly, it felt good spending a normal evening with Allison. The last few days had been crazy. Saturday's plan was crazy, too. Acting "normal" didn't feel like an act, it felt good.

It was ten-thirty in the morning before Bethany and Allison began texting each other. With an early class schedule all week, they were both early risers on the weekends. Feel like repeating with anyone? Bethany asked after Allison brought up the topic. Allison said she wanted to find two new guys. Bethany wasn't sure how she felt about that. How many guys would there be before she became a slut? She said as much to Allison and received LOL, you ARE a slut. A cumslut! as a reply. She actually laughed out loud as she read that reply and wrote back, Thanks to you. A moment later, she added, And I really do mean THANKS!

They met in the cafeteria for an early lunch and Bethany laughed when she saw they were both wearing skintight, black yoga pants. "Looks as if someone forgot a bra," she said as she eyed Allison's chest.

"Think the guys will notice?" she asked without blushing or looking regretful at all.

"I did," Bethany said, relieved when Allison accepted the comment with an easy smile. Bethany knew they were performing a dance along a dangerously thin tightrope between maintaining their standing as heterosexual women and something else. She felt how easy it would be to fall from that tightrope. She also knew the net below looked comfortable and fun. That was the most dangerous part of the dance. What if they fell from their tightrope and liked it?

The afternoon was warm enough to remind the world spring would arrive, eventually. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Allison said as they stepped into the bright sunlight. They were walking in the general direction of Café Joe's when Allison pulled up short and nodded across the patch of grass at a bench where a random guy sat reading a textbook. "Bingo!" They cut across the grass and sat down on either side of him. "Hi there," Allison said, providing two introductions. The man said his name was Scott.

"Well, Scott, we have a question," Bethany began, eager to get the day started. "Allison thinks she sucks dick better than me and we need an impartial judge."

"Excuse me?" Scott asked as he turned his head from right to left and really looked at the girls bookending him. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Allison promised. "Here's the deal. We're going to go back to my girlfriend's dorm room. She and I will take turns sucking you. That's all we're going to do and you don't get to do anything to us."

"And you can't tell anyone," Bethany added, smiling so hard it hurt.

"I . . . um . . ." Scott stammered. Bethany put her hand on his crotch and though his mouth kept moving up and down, no sounds came out.

"Unless you don't want a free blowjob?"

He shook his head, stopped and found his voice, "I mean, yes, I want one. Of course I do. Are you kidding?"

"Promise not to tell?" Allison asked. 

"Promise," he swore and they went up to Bethany's room.

Scott had the skinny, nerdy look that Bethany preferred. He looked confused, bewildered and eager all at once. Along the way to the room he mumbled things about how pretty they both were and how lucky he felt. It was mostly gibberish, but it was cute hearing him trying to make sentences. Once inside the room, the girls worked as a team rubbing the front of his jeans and undoing them at the same time. "Oh my," Allison said, first to put her hand inside Scott's underwear. "Feels as if someone really needs this."

"It's been a while," he said with a sheepish grin.

Allison worked off his tighty-whitey underwear and exposed his heavy looking cock. "Oh wow," Bethany said as she looked him. Scott's big cock was the largest she had seen in real life. He packed the meat of a porn star behind his unassuming, geeky look. She squeezed it and found he was already hard. She saw his cock twitch and was fascinated how his big, fat dick didn't turn upright towards his belly. Instead, it hung downward as if it was too big and heavy to swing upwards. He was fatter than Keith and longer than Andy. She pushed Scott to the bed and knelt between his legs. "It's okay to cum in our mouth," she said as a final instruction before opening wide and wrapping her lips around his massive girth.

Whatever Scott had gained in sheer size, he had lost in stamina. Bethany was still exploring his length when she felt him throb in a way she recognized. "Are you close?" she asked. Scott gave an eager nod. "Better hurry," she told Allison, pulling away. 

"Wow," she said and took over for Bethany. She opened her mouth and put his dick between her lips while holding the rest of him with both hands. Bethany saw Allison pull a few times on Scott's big man-meat before hearing their new friend groaning loudly. She glanced up and recognized the look in his surprised eyes. He was coming, already! They had just started and he was already finished!

"Mphm, mphm," Allison grunted as Scott came inside her mouth. Her eyes were wide and she kept pumping her hands until she was convinced he was spent. "So much," she said with slurp when a strand of cum escaped her mouth a threated to drip off her lip. Bethany moved quickly, caught the stray drop and pressed her lips against Allison. Her friend was right. It did feel like more semen that before, though Bethany was reluctant to judge with so few guys behind her. 

"Yeah baby," Scott suddenly cried out as if he was trying to do an Austin Powers impersonation and the sudden weird quote was a mood destroyer. Bethany tried staying focused on kissing Allison and thought they were moving past Scott's weird exclamation when he did it again. Bethany felt Allison chuckle during their kiss and that was all it took. They broke apart and Allison stared at the cute guy with the big cock and lack of stamina.

"Get out," she said.

"What?" Scott asked, looking hurt

"You heard me. Out. You got your blowjob, now leave."

"Oh yeah?" he said, standing and pulling on his jeans with an angry, embarrassed look on his face. "Well both of you suck."

"Why yes we do," Bethany said, unable to hold back her laughter. "And quite well, too."

"I'm sorry," Scott quickly corrected. It was too late.

"Out!" Allison demanded while pointing at the door and she waited until he was gone before she broke down laughing. "Yeah baby!" she said and they were reduced to tearful howls of laughter.

"So, I guess he doesn't count?" Bethany asked once she composed herself.

"Let's call him a warm-up," Allison agreed. They headed back downstairs. They made it as far as the elevator opening to the lobby when a guy stepped onboard. Allison gave Bethany a look and waited until the man pressed a button on panel.

"Are we getting off?" he asked.

"That's a great question," Allison said, pressing the third floor button. "Do you want to get off?"

He looked confused.

"Free blowjobs in her dorm room," Bethany said. She was lying about the room's ownership but the guy wouldn't know that.

"Right."

"She's serious," Allison said as the door opened on the floor he picked, the second floor. "Stay with us."

The door shut again with him still inside. "Who's doing the sucking?"

"We both are," Bethany said. The doors opened to her floor, she stepped off and so did Allison and the new guy. 

"Lead the way," he said, looking as if he was calling their bluff. It wasn't long before he discovered they weren't bluffing

Their newest friend best fit the description of a classically good looking guy. He was tall with broad shoulders. He had brown hair and eyes with a scruffy growth of beard leftover from missing a single day of shaving. He had a square jaw and high cheekbones. This was the type of guy Wendy would swoon over if he had money. For all they knew, he did. They never asked. They never asked his name, either. "I'm . . ." he began at one point and Allison covered his mouth.

"No names. No nothing. We're going to suck you off and then you're going to leave as if nothing happened. Deal?"

Behind her hand, he nodded. If he noticed Bethany had the keycard to the room, he didn't comment. Once inside, they positioned him in front of the blowjob bed. He tried kissing Allison. "Oh no, you don't get to do anything to us," she said, pulling away. 

"Okay," he shrugged and once Allison touched the top of his pants, he took care of the rest. He wasn't wearing underwear. "Who wants to make me hard?" he asked. 

Allison pushed him down on the bed and took the first turn. She pulled his limp prick inside her mouth and began nursing on it while Bethany watched and thought, This is better. She watched her friend moving her head up and down in long, slow strokes. For the first few strokes, the unnamed man's cock stretched with her sucking. After that, his cock had fattened and remained in place. Allison took a long turn before pulling away.

Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome had the least impressive prick of them all. His cock was skinny like Andy's and shortest of the ones Bethany had known, including Thom. His lack of length meant she could fit the guy completely inside her mouth. She knew she wasn't deep throating him because she had once seen that movie and understood what deep throating meant. No, he just wasn't that long. Worse, that meant playing tongue tag around his cock was out of the question. At one point, while Bethany sucked on his balls, Allison sucked on his cock. That was as close as they came to doing it together. At least he lasted longer than Scott had lasted. That gave Bethany a chance to admire Allison's sucking and that was good. 

They took turns sucking him. He moaned a few times and looked as if he was appreciating their efforts. "No fair holding out on us," Allison said at one point. The idea that he would be had never occurred to Bethany. The man nodded and it felt as if he grew a bit firmer. 

Though his size was lacking, Bethany found herself able to enjoy him. She experimented with her tongue and felt herself getting excited. She passed him back to Allison and watched her friend. Pulling back a bit for a different view, she admired the curve of Allison's yoga pant-clad ass. Allison did have a great ass. She wasn't sure if an ass could be described as "perky," as one can do with breasts, but it was a good word to use for her friend's butt, too. She ran her hand over Allison's ass. In her mind, she was curious if Allison was wearing underwear. Yoga pants left few options for underwear. Either you didn't wear any or you wore a thong. If you wore regular panties, there panty lines would ruin the look. Allison's ass felt smooth and surprisingly firm. She pulled away, indicating it was Bethany's turn.

"We're taking a break after him," Allison reminded Bethany in soft whisper too low for their guy friend to ever hear. Bethany nodded without stopping what she was doing. "I mean it," Allison said in that same low whisper. "No matter how excited you get." Bethany managed another nod before Allison raised the stakes. While Bethany sucked on their nameless friend, she felt Allison grabbing at her ass. Even more startling? Allison's caress was more intimate. She didn't stop with Bethany's ass. Her hand slipped between Bethany's legs from the backside and cupped her sex. Allison rubbed Bethany's pussy.

"You're not playing fair," Bethany protested with a smile on her face.

"Make him cum," Allison said, still groping Bethany.

"No, it's your turn," she said, pulling away. When Allison hesitated, Bethany pushed on the back of her head. "Do it, cumslut. Suck that cock." 

"Oh yeah," tall, dark and handsome said, able to hear that round of conversation. 

Bethany moved closer to Allison's ear so their conversation would be private. As she spoke, she reached between Allison's legs and rubbed her pussy. She could feel the excited warm through the thin fabric. "Does that cock feel good?" she asked. "Are you getting wet sucking it?" Allison groaned, shot Bethany a glare and Bethany smiled back. She moved her hand to Allison's braless chest and rubbed her tits. "Your nipples are so hard," she softly purred.

"Oh yeah," their guy friend said with greater urgency. Allison pulled away and insisted they trade places.

While Bethany sucked, Allison groped her and spoke to the guy. "Cum in her mouth, get dressed and get out here, okay?"

"For real?" he asked in a faraway voice, as if he was talking through a trance.

"Exactly like that or she stops."

"Okay," he said. "Close. Really close."

"Do it. In her mouth. Do it!"

"Here it comes!" he cried out and he wasn't lying. His orgasm began and he rewarded their dual efforts with a nice mouthful of cum inside Bethany's mouth. Like before, she pressed her mouth against Allison's as quick as she could and their intimate kiss began. At first, their kiss was the same as the others they had shared. It attracted the attention of their man friend and he chuckled. He enjoyed the show while he dressed and left. Once the door snickered shut behind, their kiss changed.

Allison was first to react. Because of how they knelt in front of each other, perhaps she could see the man walking away? It didn't matter. Allison's hands were first to move from around Bethany's back. Allison clutched at Bethany's chest with both hands. The moment she did, Bethany's hands moved, too. She reached for her friend, running her hands up her sides and beneath her tight t-shirt until her hands found Allison's bare, firm tits. She hadn't intended on doing it beneath her shirt and was started when she felt stiff nipples pressing against the palms of her hands. She felt Allison's moan. Allison responded by lowering one of her hands. Allison again cupped Bethany's sex. She rubbed the juncture between her friend's legs while groping her chest and maintaining their kiss.

It couldn't last. They were back on the high wire, slipping, dangling and falling towards the safety net. Would they fall together or . . .?

Bethany pulled away, breaking their kiss and staring at her two handfuls of breasts. She ran her thumbs over stiff nipples one last time before pulling Allison's shirt back into place. "We should stop," she said, seeing the questioning look on her face. "We promised each other. Nothing until after the next guy." Allison nodded. Her hand moved to Bethany's thigh, into a safe zone and she smiled.

"We should probably promise to keep our hands to ourselves, too."

"Yeah, we should," Bethany agreed, locking eyes with her friend. Slowly, a smile grew on their faces. "Should," Bethany repeated.

"Didn't," Allison added.

"But should."

"Yeah," Allison said before they started laughing. 

They made a pact to wait two hours. Before going back outside, Bethany reached inside her t-shirt and undid her bra. She pulled it out through her sleeve and tossed it in her hamper. "I hardly ever do this," she said. Growing up in a small town with a strong religious streak it would have been a scandal to walk around with a bra. "Only bad girls do this."

"Welcome to the club," Allison smiled.

They went back outside with nothing better to do than stop by Café Joe's. The not-yet-spring time sun felt good on Bethany's face and made her wish she could tan instead of freckle. It felt funny walking around in public without a bra. She felt her breasts sway and bounce with every step. When winter sent a reminder that it still ruled with a stray breeze, Bethany felt her sensitive nipples tighten and her t-shirt raking against her twin points. She glanced at her chest and saw how obvious it was that her nipples were hard. "How much do you like Keith?" she asked they strolled.

"Keith or Keith's dick? Because sucking him is fun."

"You don't want to do more?"

"To him?" Allison asked and Bethany picked up on her meaning. "I think my life is cluttered enough without adding a boyfriend." Inside Joe's they bought iced lattes and sat in the sun on the sidewalk patio. "I am so fucking horny right now," Allison confessed.

"Me, too," Bethany agreed as her eyes tracked the cute butt of another guy walking down the sidewalk. "Who's our next victim?"

"Good question. That last guy wasn't very big." That started a funny conversation about the merits and demerits of Tall-Dark-and-Handsome versus Freaky-Geeky-Well-hung Scott. As they laughed Bethany never lost the significance of their conversation. They were talking about men, more precisely: men they had sucked off together. 

"How many guys do you think you've sucked off in your life?"

The quickness of her answer and its relatively low count surprised Bethany. "Eight. It could have been ten, except I never sucked off two of those guys from the summer."

"You only jerked them off?"

Allison nodded. "What can I say? I like playing with dicks." She sipped her latte, waited until a couple walked passed and went on. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm made wrong or something." She got a faraway look in her eyes that last only a moment. "I was dating this guy in high school my senior year. We did prom and all that. Then, at my graduation party, he broke up with me. Said he didn't think a long distance relationship was a good idea." She shrugged. "Then Rob happened." Bethany figured out she meant the first guy of the summer. "And since I like doing that. . ." Another shrug followed by a faraway look. "Here's the weird part. I like to think of it as a community service or something. The guys get to have a bit of fun. I get to have a bit of fun. Who's getting hurt?"




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Bethany didn't ask if she wanted a boyfriend again. As Allison had pointed out earlier, life was complicated enough right now. "We never got that last guy's name."

"I know," Allison smiled. "Cool, isn't it?" Bethany nodded and squeezed her legs together. Damn, she felt needful. 

"How much time do we have left?"

"Another hour," Allison said.

Café Joe's was attached to a small strip of stores that included a sandwich shop, a convenient store, a used book store and a couple small boutiques. They wandered through the stores to pass the time. Bethany thought waiting would dull the needful ache she felt in the pit of her stomach. Instead, her need grew. "How did you ever go back to work feeling like this?" she asked.

"Cool, isn't it?"

"More like torture."

"It was fun watching you yesterday."

"Yeah," Bethany said. It was compromise comment. What she really wanted to say was, "You could have done more than watch." "You're really hot."

"I like seeing that red hair you have," Allison said with a purposeful glance towards Bethany's lower parts. 

Bethany felt a blush coming on and rolled her eyes at herself. Really? After everything they've done together that would embarrass her? "Tell me it's time."

"It's better than time," she said as she drifted towards the front door of the boutique store they were visiting. "I just saw a guy I knew, too."

"Is he cute?"

"Even better, my roommate dated him last semester and said he was hung." She darted out the front door. "Hey Dusty!"

The guy in the skullcap stopped and turned. He wore a pretty smile of straight, white teeth and his eyes lit up as he noticed who called his name. "Allie!" he cried and moved towards her. They pulled each other into a warm embrace. 

Bethany held back, unsure of her place. Their embrace threw her. Why would Allison hug her roommate's ex-boyfriend? For that matter, why would Allison want to pick her roommate's ex-boyfriend as their next blowjob buddy?

"Dustin, this is my girlfriend Bethany. Bethany, Dustin," Allison said while grabbing Bethany by the hand and pulling her close. Allison didn't release her hand as she cleared up part of the mystery. "Can you believe my bitch of a roommate would cheat on this hunky piece of meat?"

"Aw, water under the bridge now. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" Dustin said. Bethany liked his dark eyes, scruffy shadow of a beard and lean, lanky frame.

"Everyone and anyone," Allison said. She held up Bethany's hand as if it meant something. Bethany smiled and tried not to react. "Which brings me to a really important question." She flashed Bethany a quick smile while Dustin looked on with interest. "Can we suck your dick?"

Dustin exploded into a deep bellow of laughter that sounded too big for his small frame. "Are you serious?" He looked between them. "Both of you?" He received two nods. "At the same time?"

"But that's all we're going to do, right?" Bethany asked, unsure because of the history between Allison and Dustin.

Allison nodded and quickly gave him the same rules the other guys had received. One blowjob, no touching and no telling. At the end she added, "We just miss doing that."

Dustin's face wore the same amazed and disbelief expression as ever other guy. He scratched the back of his head, looked back and forth as if measuring their sincerity and finally shrugged. "What the hell, right? Why not? When do you want to do this?"

"Now?" Allison asked and Dustin's face broke into another big, award winning smile. 

Dustin and Allison played catch-up as they walked back to the dorm. Dustin was asked about his relationship status. "Just hanging out," he replied. There were the few obligatory questions and comments about majors and classes and life back home before they were in the elevator heading up the Bethany's room. Dustin looked relieved when they walked past Allison's room. 

It was Dustin's idea to put on some music before they got started. Bethany thought it was a good idea and was surprised no one else had made a similar suggestion. He took a moment to find a music stream on her laptop sounded like the soundtrack playing inside Café Joes. Dustin wore tight fitting jeans slung low beneath his hips and held up with a fat belt that included an even bigger belt buckle. Beneath that big buckle was a pleasant sized lump of manliness. "You're beautiful," he told Bethany and brushed a stray lock of her curls behind her ear. "It's a shame we can't touch." His eyes worked across her body and with how they lingered at her stiff nipples she could guess where he would like to touch. 

"It's just a blowjob," Allison reminded him as she cupped the package in the front of his pants. Their eyes met and for a long moment Bethany was sure they were going to kiss. It never happened. 

"You know, that's something your roommate hardly ever did."

"She's a bitch."

"Yeah," Dustin agreed and his dark eyes fluttered as a wave of pleasure moved through him. "Can you feel that? You're making me hard."

"We want you to be hard," Allison said. She pulled Bethany closer, nodded and Bethany understood what she should do. She worked the big buckle and unsnapped his pants. 

"I should warn you, it's been a while," he mumbled as he watched their hands. 

"How long?" Bethany asked.

"A month or two," he admitted. She found that answer surprising. How could anyone ignore this cute man for that long? It felt sinful. 

"Since . . .?" Allison asked without saying her roommate's name.

"No, not quite that long," Dustin chuckled. "That stung, but please."

"Good answer," Bethany said and pulled open his pants. He hadn't bothered with underwear, either. She had to tug and coax his skinny jeans downward. As she did, Allison pulled out his cock and Bethany smiled as she knelt and found herself face to face with Dustin's stiffening prick. The rumor was true. Dustin's cock was as fat as Keith, maybe fatter and longer. Better yet, as his cock grew harder it stood upright, too. Bethany gave his cockhead a kiss before helping out of his shoes and pants. 

Dustin was pushed backwards on the extra bed and they went to work on him. "This is so crazy," he moaned with an appreciative smile on his face. "I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Believe it," Allison giggled and took a turn bobbing her head up and down his fuck-stick. Bethany couldn't stand it. She pressed close and they did him together. They sandwiched his cock between their open mouths and moved up and down in unison. 

"Incredible," he purred with that same happy smile.

"You have a great cock," Bethany told him, caressing his balls while Allison sucked and realizing his balls felt different. "Are you shaved?" she asked, surprised and pleased with her discovery.

"Something an ex-girlfriend liked," he said and shrugged. "I decided I liked it, too."

Bethany pressed her mouth against his smooth balls. His balls were big and his lack of pubic hair felt good. She noticed the rest of his hair was cropped close, too. It was a sexy look. She kissed her way up his shaft and took another turn sucking him when her friend pulled away. "Doesn't she look good doing that?" Allison asked. 

"You both do," Dustin diplomatically said.

Allison moved behind Bethany, pressed against her back and wrapped her arms around her redheaded friend. Allison's hands cupped Bethany's breasts, easily finding stiff nipples and rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. "Suck it," she said. Bethany already was but still reacted to Allison's words. "Sucking that big dick makes your nipples so hard." Allison's encouragement made her caress feel more right. It felt as if their tightrope slipped closer to the net. Yes, Allison was groping her chest but that was okay, wasn't it? It felt good. It made Bethany enjoy the big cock in her mouth even more. That wasn't gay, was it?

"You do it," Bethany insisted, moving out from between Allison and Dustin's manhood. Once Allison took over sucking, Bethany repaid the favor. She covered Allison's breasts with her hands and massaged their perky firmness. "Look at him," she told her friend, pressing her mouth close to Allison's ear. She could smell the flowery sweetness of Allison's shampoo and conditioner. Dustin was watching with wide open eyes and a hungry, needful look. He looked amazed and appreciative at the same time and Bethany better understood community service comment Allison had made at Joe's. 

"I'm so close," he said.

"Can you do it twice?" Bethany asked. 

"It's really been a while," he nodded, looking excited at the opportunity.

"Cum in her mouth," Bethany told him, unwilling to let go of Allison's body. She slipped a hand between Allison's legs and rubbed her pussy through her tight yoga pants while keeping her other hand on Allison's chest. It was the gayest thing Bethany had ever done. She felt their tightrope moving closer to the net. The net looked so inviting, too. What if she slipped her hand inside Allison's pants? Would that be the same as taking a step off their tightrope and bouncing up and down on the safety of the net? She heard Allison moan. "Suck it," she said again. "Make him cum." Despite the placement of her hands, she felt safe on their tightrope until she felt Allison's hand sliding over hers, pressing and holding Bethany's hand against her pussy, as if telling her not to stop. Bethany felt the rope drop closer to the net but she didn't stop.

"OH yeah!" Dustin groaned in an appreciative bellow that reminded Bethany of his deep, full laughter. "I'm cumming! So good. . . So go-ood!" His dark eyes fluttered as his chest heaved. Bethany could see his hips bucking and she felt the smallest tingle of jealousy that her friend's mouth was the one receiving the reward of their hard work. The very next moment she felt Allison shiver and realized her friend was having an orgasm, too! Had she done that? Had Bethany given Allison an orgasm or had Allison made it happen when she cupped her hand over Bethany's? Did it matter?

Allison twisted, turned and grabbed the back of Bethany's head. Their lips met with the ferocity of a force of nature. The immoveable object had broken free and was colliding with the irresistible force. Their tongues met and their bodies melted together. Bethany tasted Dustin's cum on Allison's tongue. She chased after the treat of his salty semen, pulling and sucking on her friend's tongue while never losing track that she was kissing a girl. She felt Allison grabbing at her ass. Bethany's hand was sandwiched between their bodies and groped her friend's chest. They had kissed before. They had touched before. Bethany didn't know why this felt different, except it did. Was it because Allison had had an orgasm? Was it the way she pressed Bethany's face against hers? Was it something in the kiss that felt different? She felt their tightrope dropping closer to the net and clung to the taste of Dustin's orgasm shared between their mouths. This isn't new, she lied to herself. We've done this. It's what we do. We suck and then kiss. No big deal. But the aching need for more she felt between her legs said otherwise.

"I want that," Dustin softly said as he stared at the kissing women. His soft voice was a reminder they weren't alone.

"Whew!" Allison said, pulling away from their kiss with stars in her eyes. She smiled at Bethany before asking Dustin, "Want what?"

"Whatever you two have," he said with an open-faced look of awe and appreciation. 

"Hard to believe we're not really gay, isn't it?" Allison said, finally correcting her earlier implication. 

"Right," he smirked.

"Honestly!" Bethany insisted, quickly pulling her hand off Allison's tit. "We just like to kiss afterwards."

"And touch," Dustin said, still smiling.

"Maybe a little," she blushed. How much of an explanation did she owe him? She didn't know Dustin. He was Allison's friend. 

"It's only gay if you close your eyes when you kiss," Dustin said.

"I thought it was It's only gay if you push back,?" Allison asked and their jokes lightened the mood between them.

"Is it gay when I do this?" Bethany asked, leaning over and kissing his cock.

"No, that's heavenly," he sighed.

"Can you really do it again?" Allison asked. He nodded.

"Like I said, it's been a while and that was really good."

"Do you need to rest?"

"Does it look that way?" he asked, rubbing his still hard cock. Bethany started sucking him again. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand before pulling it away. "You should take off your shirt," he murmured.

"Why? You're not allowed to touch," she asked between mouthfuls of his manhood.

"But I still have eyes."

"Do it," Allison said, already tugging at Bethany's t-shirt. She had it worked up her chest. Bethany pulled away from Dustin's big dick and allowed her friend to finish the job.

"You have to do it, too," Bethany insisted. She held her head to one side as she sucked Dustin and watched Allison pulling off her top.

"Keep going," he said.

Allison looked at Bethany. "Do it," Bethany said. When Allison stayed frozen in place, Bethany reached behind herself. She slipped her yoga pants over her ass and halfway down her thighs. Allison pulled them off her feet before standing and taking off her pants, too. Bethany felt the tightrope slipping inches away from the invitation of the net.

Allison nudged next to Bethany for a turn at sucking Dustin. Bethany pulled away and admired the man in front of them. He was cute, a fun mix between geeky and hipster. She wondered when he pulled off his shirt? His lean body was an invitation she wanted to accept. She caressed his flat stomach, followed the line of twisty hair from his bellybutton on down and caressed his cock while Allison still sucked him. She rubbed his balls and knew as long as she kept her hands on him, her hands wouldn't be on Allison.

It felt right being naked with Dustin and Allison. Bethany felt exposed. She felt hyper-aware of her nudity and theirs. Being naked made her feel vulnerable. Nakedness meant more than being exposed. Naked was an act of trust and faith. Or an invitation. Which was it? Last time she was naked with Allison they had been separated by beds pushed against opposite walls. Minutes ago they had touched and groped through the safety barrier of their clothes. She pulled back a bit and admired the raw sexuality of watching Allison sucking Dustin. Seeing her do it wearing clothes had been hot. This was hotter. She could see Allison's perky breasts sway as she moved. She could see Allison's nipples hard and needful. She knew how that felt. Her nipples ached, too. 

"My turn," Bethany insisted, pushing close and pulled Dustin to her mouth. 

This was safer. This was why they were there, wasn't it? It wasn't about touching, petting or seeing the other girl aroused. It was about the thrill of sucking a dick, wasn't it? Why else were they doing it? As a joke? As a way of teasing themselves? As a way of exposing men as the horn-dogs they were? The concept of community service fell away from the act. None of those explanations fit and they never had. This was never about the man or his need for an orgasm. This was a completely selfish act performed as way to tease her libido. Yes, Bethany wanted the man to have an orgasm. Yes, she wanted to taste his creamy orgasm and savor its unique flavor and texture. She didn't care about it as a gift of an orgasm for him. She cared about it for the singular thrill of doing it. Making these men experience an orgasm had been a form of victory, a salty surprise for a job well done. Getting the man naked had been part of the dance. Never mind how easy it was to find a man willing to expose the very essence of his manhood to the risk of her teeth biting and tearing. She would never do that, though it was an amazing element. No, Bethany knew it was about the man exposing himself, offering himself to her attentions in hopes of receiving a pleasure.

And what did it mean that she was now naked, too? She didn't need to be naked to suck him. Neither did Allison, so why had they done it? Because Dustin had been kinder than the other guys? Because Dustin was cute and well-hung and thoughtful enough to think of playing music while they played? No, that didn't fit. Bethany realized she was naked because she wanted to be naked. She wanted to receive the same gifts they were offering Dustin. And she wanted to share that gift with Allison. She wanted to be the reason why Allison climaxed.

Bethany pulled away from the prop of Dustin and his beautiful, hard cock. The tightrope between her and Allison had landed on the net and Bethany knew it had never mattered. Being branded as "straight" had no greater value than being called "gay" or "bisexual" or anything else. There was sex. Sex equaled joy and nothing else matter. Labels weren't descriptions; they were chains that held people back from experiencing life to its fullest. If I do this, then I'm going to be called that. What a silly and stupid way to approach life!

"Suck him," Bethany said as she traded places with Allison. Her pretty friend with the long, straight brown hair eagerly slid between Dustin's legs. She nursed on his balls while stroking his long, hard cock. When Allison's mouth wrapped around Dustin's prick, Bethany knew how it felt for her friend. Allison would taste and feel the wetness Bethany's mouth had left behind. It was a kiss, once removed. "Does that make you wet?" Bethany asked and caressed Allison's rump, rubbing the firmness of her ass without doing anything more. 

"Um-hum," Allison hummed in the affirmative without pulling her mouth away.

"Really wet?"

"Yes," she sighed without cock in her mouth.

"Does it make you want an orgasm?"

Allison answered with a nod of her head that didn't match her sucking. 

"Keep sucking," Bethany told her as she wiggled closer to Allison's profile. Allison was on her knees, sitting on her heels as if praying. She gave Bethany a suspicious glance but didn't stop what she was doing. Bethany reached between Allison's body and Dustin's knees. She caressed Allison's chest, running her hand across stiff, hard nipples that felt like large pebbles beneath her palm. "Do you like that?" Another out-of-synch nod from Allison. "You like when I play with your tits?" she asked and Allison moaned. "How wet are you?"

Bethany didn't wait for Allison's response. She never intended on waiting. Her hand slid down Allison's flat stomach and she reached between her girlfriend's legs. She slipped her fingers past her closely cropped landing strip of pubic hair until her fingers were touching the core of Allison's nature as a woman. She parted puffy lips and her fingers found the sensitive nub all women have. She felt the heat she knew from touching herself. She felt the same dampness. She felt Allison's pussy as she had so often felt her own with the exception that she wasn't touching herself. She was touching Allison, intimately and with purpose. Allison moaned again.

"Who will come first? You or him?" Bethany asked, enjoying the thrill of what she was doing. She poked a finger inside of Allison. Her friend's pussy felt feverishly hot. She added a second finger and rocked her hand between her legs. Long before her and Thom had ever made love, he would do this to Bethany. It was as far as they would go for months and her favorite part. He would snake his hand inside her jeans and beneath her panties. His fingers would dig inside her weeping, waiting pussy and he would finger-fuck her. She had loved the sensation of his fingers inside her pussy and knew from the times she had taken care of herself that the bigger thrill came from the heel of his palm mashed against her clit. Cupping Allison's womanhood, this was the thrill Bethany gave her friend, rubbing and fingering her at the same time. Keeping her hand in place, she pressed her face against Dustin and his big prick. Allison turned her head, found Bethany's mouth and they kissed with Dustin's dick rubbing their cheeks. Bethany felt Allison's moans against her tongue as her friend came. 




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"You're not playing fair," Allison said once her moment had passed. She held Dustin's prick out for Bethany. "Suck this," she commanded, scooting backwards and away from Bethany's intimate touch. "My turn."

As she had done before, Allison moved behind Bethany. This time, when she pressed her body against Bethany's backside, Bethany could feel her bare breasts against her bare back. Allison pulled a handful of curly hair from Bethany's neck and kissed the flesh she exposed just below and beneath her ear. It was a sensitive spot that sent a shiver through Bethany. A shiver Allison felt, too.

"You like that?" Allison asked. Bethany didn't need to answer. "As much as this?" Allison's hands wrapped around her and cupped two breasts with tight, needful and hard nipples. Allison found thought nipples and pulled on them. "That's how you do it, right?" 

"Mphm," Bethany moaned with a mouthful of Dustin. She was surprised Allison had noticed. 

"I should get a toy," Allison said and slid her hand between Bethany's legs. Her fingers found Bethany's pussy and she pushed two fingers inside. "Fuck, you're wet."

Bethany switched hands around Dustin's big cock. She tried reaching behind her to touch Allison and became distracted when she recognized a new scent. She was stroking Dustin with the same hand she had used between Allison's legs. Her nose instantly recognized the aroma of a woman's pussy and just as quickly acknowledged it as different from her aroma. She was smelling Allison and it was too much. She moaned loudly around the muffle of Dustin's big dick and came. 

"Damn, slut, you're easy," Allison sang in Bethany's ear before kissing that sensitive spot on the nape of her neck. 

"Oh God," Dustin groaned and Bethany looked up at him. "I'm close!" 

Allison reached around Bethany. She grabbed Dustin's hard prick and began pumping on it. "Come on her tits," she demanded as she pulled Bethany backwards. "Do it," she encouraged. "Come on her!"

"Both of you," he gasped as he struggled to hold on to his orgasm. He reached for Allison and pulled her alongside of Bethany. He took over stroking for them while Allison rubbed his balls and Bethany waited as if watching an erotic Jack-in-the-Box that didn't take long. He groaned once more, again with that sexy, deep-throated bellow and his prick erupted against her. "That's it," Allison purred, rubbing his balls and milking him. "All of it. Every bit." As he came, he waved his cock side-to-side in a move straight from a porno video. His hot, slippery seed splashed against their chests in long ropes of his pleasure.

"Now kiss," he said, pushing their heads together. Bethany was confused but fell against Allison's waiting lips. They wrapped their arms around one another, pressed their chests together and then it made sense. They slipped and slid against their girlfriend's chest, rubbing and smearing Dustin's gift. 

Allison was first to break their kiss and begin kissing down Bethany's neck. She began licking Bethany clean. Her tongue moved over Bethany's needful nipples, around the swells of her breasts and everywhere in between. Understanding what was happening; Bethany pushed Allison backwards and did the same thing. She discovered the unique joy of sucking a firm nipple between her lips and repeated it on the other side. They kissed again, hands replacing tongues on each other's chest.

"I should go," Dustin said, already dressed. He gave them each a kiss on top of their heads and left them alone. Noticing him leaving felt distant and appreciated. 

Naked and alone in each other's arms, their kiss lasted for a long time before Bethany suggested they move to her bed. Allison didn't hesitate. They fell on Bethany's bed in a tangle of arms, legs and giggles. Bethany kissed Allison's lips, her chin, neck and chest again. She pushed the woman on her back as she slipped off the skinny, single sized bed. "Where are you going?" Allison asked and learned the answer as Bethany pushed her legs apart.

"It's your turn for a blowjob," Bethany said, parting her friend's legs and gazing at the beautiful sight of a woman's pussy puffy and needful. She bent forward and pressed her mouth against Allison's pussy lips and her tongue found the same nub her fingers had touched earlier. She inhaled deeply, smelling the aroma of another woman, so much like her own and yet different enough to send her pulse racing. She tasted Allison and found her answer about how it must be when a man goes down on a woman. It was the most intimate of kisses. Using her tongue and her fingers, she pleasured her friend without shame or concern for what it meant or how could change her identity. As she savored the joy of providing another human with an orgasm she looked up and watched as Allison's eyes fluttered. She heard Allison's moans, her soft cries of a nearing orgasm and felt the rocking of her body as it arrived. Bethany saw how her reaction was so similar to the men they had shared.

She kissed up Allison's body and rolled on her back while Allison slipped off the bed. "Ready for your blowjob?" Allison asked, pushing apart Bethany's creamy white thighs.

"Yeah baby," Bethany giggled. She had seen this done in movies. She had read it described in stories. She had just finished doing it to Allison. Still, nothing prepared her for the sudden wet heat of Allison's tongue parting her pussy lips. A tongue was nothing like a finger. Her tongue was wetter, slippery and faster at moving around her clit. She could feel the heat of Allison's mouth and her cheeks against her thighs. Her heart raced when Allison fucked her with her tongue. Allison used her fingers, too, poking and filling Bethany until she could take no more. She squirmed, cried out louder than she ever intended and came against Allison's face.

They cuddled, hugged and kissed. Bethany tasted her pussy on Allison's tongue and chased the taste as eagerly as a man's orgasm. Their hands groped, grabbed and explored each other's naked bodies until Bethany couldn't stand it anymore. She went down on Allison again and eagerly offered herself back to her friend. It was a back and forth sharing of gifts that last over an hour before they felt sated.

"You give good head for a straight chick," Bethany murmured doing their exhausted cuddling.

"You too," Allison giggled, kissing her friend. "We should get naked together more often."

"Think the guy will get the wrong idea?"

"Who said we needed a guy around?" Allison asked and kissed her again.

"I do, because next time I want to do down on you while Dustin is fucking you."

"Oh yeah?" Allison asked, pushing Bethany back between her legs. "And who's the bad girl now?"

"Me," Bethany said right before she pressed her face against Allison's pussy for another delicious taste.

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Sunday morning found Bethany and Allison tangled in each other's arms. Bethany squirmed as she felt something hard beneath her ribs and pulled out her jelly dildo. She smiled and set it to the side. She gave Allison a kiss before climbing over her to use the bathroom. When she came back to the room, she caught her friend in mid-stretch. "Good morning," Allison cooed with a sleepy but happy smile. She gave Bethany a kiss on her way to the bathroom. Bethany moved the sex toys from her bed to her desk.

They squeezed into the shower together and giggled as they soaped each other. At one point, Allison rubbed soap across her chest before pulling Bethany close and rubbing their tits together. "Remind you of Dustin?" They laughed and kissed again. 

Bethany loaned Allison a change of clothes so they could head to breakfast without Allison needing to stop by her room. When the exited the cafeteria line they faced the mostly empty room. Bethany noticed Andy sitting by himself. She nodded at him. Allison smiled and they joined him. If Andy thought the first time was fun, he had no idea what was waiting for him this time!

I did my best to catch typos and dropped words. Sorry for the little interruption in the middle of the story but it's a test I'm trying as way of combating the thievery that sometimes happens on this site. In theory, a thief cuts and pastes without reading a story, so we'll see what happens. Meanwhile, kind words of encouragement and thoughtful comments remain appreciated. Be well! BD