****** Katy 'Legs' McQuire by Phil Phantom ******
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Katy 'Legs' McQuire


Returning to college at the age of forty-two was an education in sexual
frustration. To be surrounded by so many sexy young women in one place, day
after day, knowing that you can't make a move on any of them was like being an
alcoholic working in a distillery.

My wedding ring, which I could no longer remove, was death to a flirtatious
come-on. My age didn't help, nor did the extra forty pounds I carried. My hair
was wrong; my clothes were wrong; I may as well have been a eunuch.

This was shear torture for a guy who was once a lady killer with deep-blue
bedroom eyes who many thought was a Robert Redford look-alike. It's been years
since anyone said, "You know who you remind me of..."

Twenty years ago, I could have had my pick. I seldom failed to win the favor of
the girl I went after. I had it all back then: wit, charm, stunning good looks,
and self-confidence. To some degree, I still had those things, but my self-
confidence was fragile. A rejection would be difficult to deal with.

Instead of chasing pussy I couldn't get, I used my talents to strike-up
friendships with the choicest morsels in each of my classes. I found that to be
a cinch, and becoming buddies with the girl with the shortest skirt, the nicest
legs, and the sweetest scent made boring lectures endurable - pleasant, in
fact.

I found it easy to study legs that were right beside me, as looking down to a
note book was what you did mostly. I got to where I could write with my eyes
looking left or right. A good class had prime pussy on both sides of me. I
struck pay dirt in the spring semester when Katy McGuire walked into the
required basic computing class. She saw me and made a beeline.

In the fall semester, Katy and I became close friends. Katy was one I didn't
need to pretend with. When she'd see me scoping her lap, she'd make me a better
lap. When our eyes met, we'd exchange smiles. She'd look at my crotch bulge and
smile.

On a scale of one to ten, Katy was a ten, hands down. For a leg man like
myself, Katy was the ultimate. A finer set of gams I have never seen, perfect
in every proportion and flawless with a natural Coppertone tan.

Until I met Katy, I harbored the notion that legs on a woman didn't reach
perfection until the early twenties. Katy wasn't yet twenty. She proved my
theory wrong.

I'm a leg man because perfect legs have perfect feet at one end and a perfect
pussy at the other. Actually, a leg man is a pussy man. We'd call ourselves
pussy men, but you can't see the pussy on the everyday women you encounter;
besides, the name sounds sissy. Leg man sounds tough.

The computer class was held in a spacious theater, much like any theater you'd
go to see a movie in. The seats were theater seats with desktops you could pull
out from between seats and fold down over your lap. The stage area was brightly
lit and the audience sat in very subdued light, just enough light to take
notes. Theater classes were notorious as a campus make-out spot, attracting
young dating couples who sat along the fringes and rear, taking advantage of
the many times that lights went low for slide presentations or video clips.

I could not have picked a better class to share with Katy "Legs" McGuire at my
side. Unlike the packed history class we shared the last semester, the lecture
hall offered room to spread out and talking went on in whispers throughout the
lecture. The professor droned on, speaking to us on a PA system. He could talk
above all the student conversations and didn't seem to give a shit whether they
got the material or not.

The best part about Katy is that she knows her legs are dynamite, and she
dresses to show her best feature, doesn't mind being stared at, and sucks up
intimate compliments like a starving refugee. I spent that entire past semester
feeding her ego, and she loved me for it. She appeared as happy to see me as I
was to see her.

Katy was one I'd come dangerously close to making a play for, because I knew
her rejection would come with a warm smile and a comforting, "I'm sorry,
George, but you're married. That's all it is, I swear. Your age doesn't mean a
thing, and I think you are a very sexy man. Can't we just be friends? Please."
And she'd end that with a sexy pout that would make me cream my Sansabelts.

I had taken a seat near the back to overlook the pickin's. My neighbors were
all couples and we'd spread out, putting as much empty space between us as
possible. I'd say there were twelve couples occupying the last four rows in a
class of two-hundred with six-hundred available seats.

In preparation for Katy's arrival to my fourth to the last row center seat, I
put our desk sections down and put up the desk sections for the empty seats
that were next to ours, making a love seat of our two. She plopped down on my
right, looked around, smiled, and said, "Isn't this cozy. People are going to
talk, you know? They call this a love seat."

"Really! I saw everyone else setting them up this way. Hey, it can't hurt my
reputation. Don't worry, I'll get you a bag to wear."

She giggled, then gently slugged my arm. I still had it. She didn't bring her
desktop up. She accepted the love seat arrangement, and from what I'd heard,
that was tantamount to going steady at our university.

I had her funny bone pegged solid, and that doll loved to giggle. She said,
"Now, you stop that. I was thinking about your wife."

I looked to her lap to see more Katy leg than I'd ever seen and said, "You're
the only one, then."

She smoothed her extremely short skirt and said, "I took your advice. I see you
noticed."

"What advice was that?"

"You didn't notice? My skirt. It's a micro."

"Oh, are you wearing a skirt? I hadn't noticed."

She giggled and gave me another slug. She said, "I'm glad I took your advice.
I'm getting more attention than I have a schedule for. I've become very, very
popular. I owe that to you. I never would have had the guts had you not made me
believe in myself. I believe now. I believe I have, and I quote you, 'Dynamite
legs with dainty little feet at one end and a killer pussy at the other.' Did I
get that right?"

"I love hearing you talk dirty, you slut!"

She giggled and slugged me again, harder. She leaned close to send her exotic
perfume wafting over me and her warm, moist breath to fuck my ear as she said,
"Sorry I hit you so hard, but the truth hurts. Too bad you never actually got
to see my pussy. You don't really know if it's a killer pussy or a dead twat. I
can now provide references, dozens, and they all swear by killer. I am a slut
by any definition."

She sat up smugly after delivering this bombshell, then added, "That's your
fault, you pervert."

"Fault! I want credit."

"I'll give you credit, but that's all you get. There is something I can give
you. You like hearing me talk dirty, huh?" She then comes in close again until
her soft lips nuzzled the tiny hairs in my ear, saying, "PhhhuuuuckkK! PhuucK
my Killer KunT with your hard KocK! [Tee hee hee]"

This was not the Katy I'd last seen in mid-December. She was always the proper
young lady that giggled at my off-color jokes and blushed if I used the "F"
word. She now had me blushing.

She did something she'd never done before. She pecked my cheek, placed a re-
assuring hand high on my thigh, and said, "Was that dirty enough? By the way, I
was just kidding. I love what you did for me, though. You're so sweet."

When she eased back a bit, we both looked to the feminine right hand resting on
my right thigh, pressing my slacks to my thigh and perfectly outlining my
erection in the "V" space between her thumb and index finger. With her long red
nails and several dainty rings adorning her very feminine fingers lying so
close to a rampant hardon, the sight was erotic as all get out. My erections
were something we had both acknowledged but never commented on. The most she
ever did was look, wink, and smile on seeing the effect her legs were having on
me. This one was so obvious and impressive, she stared, then said, "Wow! You
really missed me, didn't you?"

I said, "You have no idea, Katy. I spent the holidays sacrificing billions and
billions of innocent sperm cells in homage to your sexy legs."

She giggled and leaned close to whisper, "I'm going to tell you something, but
you'd better swear never to tell a soul. I mean it. If I find out you told
anyone, I'll never forgive you. Promise me."

God, I love when she whispers...that breath...FUCK! I swore. She said, "I spent
the holidays masturbating, thinking about you jacking off after a good look at
my legs. I pictured you jacking off on my legs, all over them."

She slapped my back, squeezed my thigh, and sat up, saying, "Isn't that awful?"

I said, "I see, so you masturbate and I jackoff."

"Shushhh! Someone might hear." She looked around, then leaned in to whisper,
"You know what I mean. Isn't that what you call it, jacking off?"

Her hand was still on my leg. We both looked at the sight and noticed the
spreading wet spot at the head of my dick. She drew her hand off and said,
"Oops...sorry. Aren't you wearing underwear?"

"No. I'm going commando. My boys need to breathe."

She giggled then whispered, "Commando, I like that metaphor. You are a pervert,
aren't you? I'll bet you have holes cut in the pockets so you can jackoff in
class. Is that why you chose this spot, so you can be in the middle of all the
action and jackoff to it?"

God damn! I wanted to throw that teasing bitch down and rape her sexy ass right
there and then. She was killing me, and I knew damn well it was all a tease. I
told her I had regular pockets, but I thought her idea was a good one if she
planned to keep wearing micros all semester.

She had squirmed in her seat until the crotch of her panties were showing, and
they were wet, showing dark blue in the slit against the powder blue
background. She saw me staring at her dark blue strip and said, "I'll bet you
wish I'd go commando, don't you?"

I licked my lips and leaned over to give her a whisper fuck, saying, "Go
commando, and I'll go up on the stage and jackoff for you. When I cum, I'll cry
out your name. How's that?"

She pushed me away, giggling, looked me in the eyes, and said, "I'd like that
very much, but you keep my name out of it."

She sat back and listened to the professor. My eyes remained in her crotch. She
could feel my hard stare and gave another squirm to get a bit more panty out in
the open. Her hem now cut across the forward edge of her mound and she relaxed
her legs allowing an inch-wide gap to form at the top of her golden thighs. I
gazed on the intimate flesh that bordered the puffy labia lips of what promised
to be the mother of all killer pussies.

DAMN! The bitch was killing me and she knew it. I'd created a world-class prick
tease, and she was now turning her talents on me.

Two can play that game. It took all the will power I could muster, but I sat
back and focused on the professor. I didn't look down once in ten minutes, even
when she squirmed.

She squirmed at least ten times in those ten minutes. The sight had to be
deadly. Looking down, even with a side-long glance could prove fatal, so I kept
my eyes front and center. I knew I was getting to her, and she finally broke,
leaning in for an ear fuck.

I leaned toward her but kept my eyes up, head centered as she said,
"George...I'm trying to show you my panties, dummy."

I said, while keeping centered, "I know. You're trying to get me up on that
stage, but it won't work."

"I am not. Come on. I want you to look. They're very sexy panties. One of my
boyfriends bought them from a Victoria's Secret catalog. They're ultra tiny and
very shear."

I maintained my steely-eyed stare forward. She snuggled and made her voice
sultry as she said, "I'm not going to stay this way much longer. My entire
panties are in the open. Someone might see. Come on. I know you want to see
them."

I was dying, but wasn't biting. In frustration, she said, "You can see all of
my legs now, clear up to my hips. I know you're nuts about my legs. Please
look."

I still didn't bite. I did bite my lip. I was getting to her, and she was
getting very frustrated, almost pissed. She sat up in her seat, waited, then
leaned in and whispered, "You can even see my pussy through the fabric, my wet
pussy. Do you know why my pussy is so wet? I was thinking about going commando.
I was thinking about you jacking off, right here, with your hard dick out of
your pants."

And then the little prick-teasing bitch brought a wet finger to my upper lip
and slimed me. OH JESUS! I love the smell of a natural, healthy pussy. She got
more and glossed my lips. OH FUCK! She went for more and slid that into my
mouth, painting my tongue. TAKE ME, LORD! God, I love the taste of a natural
pussy.

While sliming me, she ran her tongue around my ear and said, "I want to see
your nice big dick, naked and drooling in your manly fist. I want to see you
jackoff on my sexy legs while you think about what it would be like to fuck my
horny cunt, my slut pussy. By the way, does it taste like killer pussy?"

I turned to her but did not look down. I placed my right arm around her
shoulder and drew her close as lovers do. She settled into my shoulder with a
curious expression that appeared to be pondering the best way out of a kiss. I
silenced her with a finger to her luscious lips and softly said, "Katy, I adore
you. I know you know that. I think you are a wonderful person, inside and out.
I'd crawl naked through a mile of broken glass just to hear you fart over a
telephone."

This made her laugh. When she stopped, we both got serious. I said, "Don't
tease me. If you have no intention of ever giving me any pussy, don't tease me
with it."

She bit her lower lip impishly, then lowered her big, brown eyes to say, "I'm
sorry. That was awful. I feel..."

"No, don't apologize. You've given me a wonderful thrill. I'll treasure this
moment, and billions of innocent sperm will die within the next few days. Don't
feel sorry for them. Fuck 'em. Let 'em die."

Naturally, she giggled, then snuggled into my shoulder, looking up like a
little girl looks to her daddy. She said, "I truly value your friendship. I
think you are a wonderful man. I wish you weren't married. If you weren't,
I'd..."

"Don't say it. I am married, happily married. You can't have me. Suffer,
bitch!"

She giggled and slapped my chest, then said, "Okay. Be that way."

I hugged her close and looked to her lap. JESUS CHRIST! She was twisted to the
left. What a view. Her micro was up to her waist and those panties were nothing
but a crotch pad. She looked naked from the waist down, and I never saw such a
lovely flank, and I could see most of her right ass cheek. She had no tan line.
I love that.

I released her, hoping she'd sit up straight and give me the front view. She
did, and until she tugged her skirt back in place, what a view. She was right,
I could see the form of her pussy through the material. Her lips were shaved
and she had a heart shaved on the mound.

After setting herself straight, she saw that I was still looking at the place
where I'd seen pussy through panties. When she caught my eye, I said,
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I take it all back. Tease the fuck out of me.
I'm an idiot."

She said, "No you're not. You're right. I shouldn't tease, not you, anyway."

I said, "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

She laughed and said, "I haven't heard a line like that since third grade."

"I like to stick with the tried and true."

She thought, then said, "Okay, that always did work. You first."

I looked around, unzipped, and hauled out my weeping, one-eyed commando. I'm
sure she'd seen more than eight-inches of cock before, but her eyes lit up
nonetheless. I displayed my erection to her in all its glory. She said, "I want
to see it balls and all."

I gave another look around, unbuckled, unsnapped, then drew my pants down to my
upper thighs. She saw my boys and giggled at the sight I presented in a class
full of students. She then said, "Show me how you jackoff."

What the hell. No one could see, so I cupped my boys with my left hand and
pumped the big boy. I had her mesmerized and debated about going for my nut. It
wouldn't take long. She got nervous when I angled my dick toward her lap. She
said, "Okay, put it away. It's my turn, now. No touching, okay?"

She looked all around, then raised up and hauled her panties down. She had her
panties at her upper thighs, pondered a moment, then removed them completely.
She smiled as she stuffed them in her book bag like a true commando.

When she sat up, she took a deep breath, looked around, then pulled her micro
inverted, clear past her navel, parting her legs as she did so. FUCK!

She kept looking around, nervous as hell. She said, "I'll keep a lookout while
you look at my pussy."

I got down on my knees and looked. She did the sitting splits for me. Good
lord! What a snatch! I swear, I'd never seen better, and I could see everything
when she reached down with both hands and peeled the puffy lips open revealing
her coral-pink fuck hole and swollen clit. She had the reddest looking inner
labia lips that fanned open to frame her nether portal like a large funnel.

The poor kid was on the verge of hyper-ventilating. Clearly, she'd never done
anything so outrageous or risky. She was getting a major rush. I said, "Now,
let me see how you masturbate."

She said, "I can't masturbate in here."

"You made me do it."

She thought, then said, "At least, get up. You'll attract attention to us."

I eased back into my seat. She then entered herself with two fingers of her
left hand and began rubbing her swollen clit with the right, breaking into a
sweat while searching for peepers. God, what a delicious sight, and it just
kept getting better and better as she went. She reached a point where there was
no turning back and she stopped looking about, focusing on her pussy and the
fingers working therein.

I put my arm around her, pulling her protectively into my shoulder to conceal
all that distinctive upper body movement of a masturbator. She settled into the
crook of my arm and drew her feet to the seat's edge then laid her knees out as
flat as they'd go. She was now presenting an obscene spread, the type a
gynecologist wants, and was lost to the world, secure in the knowledge that I'd
keep a good lookout for her.

I did, at first, but as she got further along, I forgot where we were. A
lookout was necessary, not because of those around us. They couldn't see into
our laps; and besides, they were all preoccupied with each other's laps. With
two-hundred people in the hall, someone was always coming or going. The ones
going gave plenty of advance notice. We faced any movement. The ones coming
back were the ones that snuck up on us. Looking over our shoulders was what a
good lookout did. I wanted a good look at her titties, and I knew I'd never get
a better opportunity. I was certain she wouldn't stop me, so I reached over and
began undoing the buttons of her blouse.

The back of the hall was in subdued light. When someone in back raised a hand,
the professor had to squint in the bright light of the stage area to see, so we
weren't concerned about what he might see, and he was the only one facing us
unless someone stood to leave or looked back from their seat up front.
Unbuttoning her blouse excited her, so I unbuttoned her all the way and laid
the flaps open, exciting her even more. She was pounding her pussy as I
released the center clasp on the matching bra.

The cups sprang free and two perfect C-cup titties popped out. These were hard
titties with long Hershey's Kiss nipples that I toyed with, twisted, and
flicked. I love a nipple that springs back and vibrates to a stop. A hard pull
and snap-back triggered her orgasm. She bit down on her lower lip and rode out
that climax as witnessed by a guy halted in the left aisle one row back. Oops!

She was still out of it, essentially naked, sprawled beside me in post-orgasmic
bliss. I quickly covered her tits and whispered, "We have company."

She shot up and yanked her skirt down while looking about. It didn't take her
long to meet the amused eyes of a freshman. She groaned and hid her face in her
hands, sinking low in her seat.

I said, "He gave you a thumb's up. He's gone. Sit up."

I helped her sit straight. She was shaking her head while buttoning her blouse.
I figured I'd best let her speak first. When she was back together with the bra
still undone, she looked up and took several long breaths. She then looked to
me and smiled. What a relief. I smiled back and put my arm around her. She
relaxed in my shoulder, thought a bit, then said, "That was wild. How long was
he there?"

"Long enough to earn you a thumb's up."

"He really did that, gave me a thumb's up?"

"Maybe he gave it to me for showing him your tits."

She teasingly slapped my chest and said, "You brat. You did that on purpose.
Some lookout you are."

She didn't seem annoyed, so I just smiled. She laughed, then said, "That was
fun. No one has ever seen me masturbate, now two people have."

I lied and said, "Four, but who counts?"

She sat up and faced me. "Four?"

"Yeah, two looked, but kept moving."

"They saw and kept moving?"

"Chicks. They've seen it before, no doubt."

"Which ones. Point them out."

I knew I'd best not pick a girl that she might know, so I pointed out two of
the older female students. She sighed in relief, then said, "Good, I don't know
them. Were they disgusted, pissed, amused, or what?"

"I'd say amused. They both smiled. The redhead licked her lips and smiled, but
I think that was for me. She's hot for my bod."

"Dream on. She's obviously a lezzie. She's at least bi."

"Why don't you give her a wink and find out."

"I might. She really licked her lips, huh?"

"She sure did, slow, across the top, then the bottom."

"She's a cunt lapper. I've been thinking of trying it with a chick. I never
have, but I think about it a lot. Does that turn you on, watching two chicks
licking each other's pussies?"

"Show me a heterosexual guy it doesn't turn on."

"Maybe she'll start sitting with us. How would you like to be sandwiched
between two sluts?"

"Beats a poke in the balls with a sharp stick."

"If she responds to a wink, we'll see. You know, I'm not learning a damn thing
about computers, and this is a must-pass course."

"Just read the book. This course is a gimme from what I hear."

"You're right. Tell me something, and please be honest."

"Honesty is my stock in trade."

"Now that you've seen everything, and you know there won't be any sex between
us, will you be moving on to other conquests. Be honest. I'll understand."

I turned to face her, cupped her chin, and looked into those adorable eyes to
say, "Honey, there's nothing on this campus that remotely holds a candle to
you, and I'll never tire of looking at your beauty." She beamed me a big smile.
I said, "Besides, we're friends, real friends with much more than show and tell
going for us. I value your friendship, even if it were fully clothed in modest
attire."

She snuggled and said, "If you keep saying things like that, not fucking you is
going to prove difficult."

"Don't strain yourself."

"I can't fuck you. George, I have a confession to make."

"Shoot."

"I lied. I haven't fucked anyone since high school. I'm considered a dud date.
Guys ask me out once, but that's it. Things have changed since you dated.
Today, chicks are expected to put out on the first date. I want to, but I
freeze at the first touch."

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's true. You're the first male since my rape that I've been like this with.
Older men, especially, scare the hell of me. When a guy your age comes on to
me, I literally get the shakes, and older men have always come on to me. I draw
them like flies. Oh, sorry. That sounded terrible. I didn't mean you."

"On behalf of all flies, I forgive you. So, why me?"

"I don't know why, but you never triggered that response, and it's not because
you remind me of the Pillsbury Dough Boy's father. For some reason, I feel safe
and secure with you. Still, if you ever tried to put your dick in me, I think
I'd freak and blow what we have, whatever that is, and whatever that is means a
great deal to me, more than you can possibly imagine. I missed you terribly. I
have been looking all over campus for you, and when I saw you sitting here I
wanted to shout for joy, run up, and hug you to pieces." She looked into my
face and said, "Does that make any sense at all?"

I said, "I remind you of the Pillsbury Dough Boy's father?"

"Oops...uh, sorta, but I find him sexy."

"You don't see Robert Redford? Look close. Look at the eyes."

"Uh...no, sorry. Well, did that make any sense at all?"

"No, because I'm a pervert that lusts after your body. I'll do or say anything
to get in your pants. I won't pull out when I say I will. I'll cum in your
mouth when I promise and swear to God that I won't. In short, I'm just like all
the rest."

"Yes, but I'll bet you never raped a girl."

"No, but I think I could. I've thought about it. I've thought about raping
you."

"Are you serious?"

I knew I'd said too much, but being totally frank and honest with her was the
hallmark of our relationship. Frank and honest just popped out, because it was
the truth. Since it was out, there was no going back, so I nodded and tried to
cushion the news, saying, "I think about a lot of things I would never do. I'm
sorry, but you wanted the truth."

"Don't say you're sorry for telling me the truth. You know, I think that's why
I need you in my life. Honesty is your stock in trade, and I value that above
all else. You just proved to me how honest you really are. I can't imagine any
man coming right out and telling a traumatized rape victim that he thinks about
raping her, but you didn't hesitate. God, that is so refreshing. I think that
is the essence of my attraction to you. I could sense the honesty and was drawn
to you."

"Like a moth to a flame?"

"Maybe. You might end up raping me. I'd be vulnerable to you. My guard won't be
up, even knowing you think about doing it. I'd meet you in the woods if you
wanted to meet there. Don't ask me why I'd go, but I probably would."

"Interesting. What do you say we meet in the woods after class. I have some
tree trunk carvings I'd like to show you."

She giggled, slapped my chest, and said, "Fuck you. I was speaking
figuratively. I won't get near you if there are any trees within sight...I'm
just kidding."

"So you'll be there in your commando outfit?"

"Stop it. You're joking about something very touchy. For your information, I've
been raped by five different men over a ten year period. I was only seven when
I lost my virginity, and the last one raped me on and off all through high
school. He must have raped me a hundred times in four years."

"You must rape well. I'm impressed."

"I do. I'm a very good rape victim; I keep my legs open and my mouth shut."

"Except when you're sucking a rapist's cock, I would hope."

"No, when I'm sucking a rapists cock, I open my mouth as wide as possible."

She became pensive, then said, "Nothing phases you, does it? Didn't you feel
any pity for me at all? I did say I was seven, right?"

"Yes, and I'll bet you were tight."

"That answers my question. Yes, I was very tight. So was my asshole. Your dick
reminded me of his, but then I was looking at it with little eyes. They all
look big to a seven-year-old. A seven-year-old gets very impressed when she can
see a man's dick stuffing her little pussy and then feel his balls slapping her
little ass."

"I'll bet. Could you get your little mouth over the head of his dick?"

She leaned back to look at me wearing a big smile. She said, "You're too much.
As a matter of fact, yes, but that's all that would fit. I had lots of room to
jack him off. I used both hands. He sure liked that."

"Sounds like you got yourself a well-hung stud."

"I'm sure he was, but he had to be much smaller than you in thickness. I'd have
trouble getting the head of your dick in my mouth today. That's a mighty big
head you got, mister."

I pushed on the back of her neck while saying, "Let's see."

She giggled, slapped my chest, then snuggled into the crook of my arm again.
She thought in silence, then said, "You know, I never thought I could laugh
about that experience. You make it easy. It's like a catharsis, you know, being
able to laugh about it, make jokes, see it differently."

"You've just never seen things from a rapist's perspective before."

That had her sitting up and looking in my face. Like a revelation, she said,
"You know, I never did until just now. Is that how you saw things, from their
perspective?"

"What other? I can't relate to being a young girl with a tight pussy."

"Wow, so, what I said turned you on?"

"Sure did. Wanna see?"

She cupped my crotch and smiled, saying, "You pervert. Ummm, that's a nice lump
you got there. Are you packin' a gun...no, no...is that a banana in your
pocket, or are you just glad to see me."

She laughed at her own stale joke, then collapsed in my arm saying, "I always
wanted to say that to a guy. Don't you just love Mae West? I do a good Mae
West, don't you think?"

"Very good, now quit squeezing my banana, or I'm going to make a banana cream
mess in my new Sansabelts."

"Sorry. I forgot. This gun is loaded. Jerk off, why don't you. I did."

"It can wait. So, tell me more about my hero."

"Who's your hero?"

"The stud that nailed you over a hundred times in four years."

"He's you're hero, huh? God, I love it. Okay, he's my uncle on my mother's
side, her big brother. He's a real bastard. You'd love him. Him, I wanted to go
to the police on, but he's my Mom's brother, and Mom adores her big bubby. I
was totally helpless, and he knew it."

"Ah, yes. The pervert uncle. My nieces have a pervert uncle."

"Really. Did you ever rape them?"

"No, but perhaps I could pick up a few pointers from your uncle."

"I have his address. Perhaps you two could correspond."

"I'd like to have it."

"Are you serious? Would you actually write to him?"

"Sure, we have you in common. I can bring him current on your latest
developments, and he can tell me what you were like as a girl. I'm sure he
followed your development very closely."

"He sure did. He's good, damn good, at raping, not fucking. Well, actually, he
was good at both. He made me cum every time, so I suppose that constitutes a
good fuck. He'd probably like to hear from you. He's still after me, but he's
there and I'm here. I haven't been back since I left home last August.

"I think that's rotten of you. He's been good to you for so many years. He
deserves a more cooperative victim."

She laughed, then said, "I think you're serious."

"I am. Honest."

"Humm, okay, I guess that makes sense. If you can't have me, it would be nice
if your buddy could, and could then tell you all about it, right?"

"Exactly, but I'd want pictures in exchange for my help."

"Help? How are you going to help? Do you plan on going home with me?"

"No, but I have influence over you."

"Oh, you think so?"

"Look at the skirt you're wearing and the panties you're not wearing. Smell
your fingers."

She sniffed her fingers, then said, "I see what you mean. So, you're going to
use your considerable influence over me to make me a better rape victim for my
perverted uncle. Is that what you're telling me? No jokes. I want the truth."

"Okay, the truth is I will use my influence to help him get to you every time
you go home, and I think you should start going home on weekends, every
weekend. You're not doing any guy here any good."

"So, you're campaigning for all mankind now?"

"It's the code of the brotherhood. Don't waste good pussy."

"Good code. You're right; I can't get laid here. I do hate wasting pussy,
especially if it's my pussy that's getting wasted. Jesus! Will you listen to
me. I'm actually considering going home on weekends, three-hundred miles each
way, just to serve as a rape victim. Talk about influence."

I turned up her face and tenderly cupped her cheek, saying, "You poor thing.
You need to get laid so badly that you'll actually do it. You're thinking about
making that drive this weekend. Before long, you'll be seeking him out,
dressing sexy for him, going commando, shooting him bare beavers, acting like a
bitch in heat, begging a rapist for his cock."

Shortly into that speech, Katy put her hand in her crotch and began frigging
herself, and she didn't even bother looking around. Turned slightly on her left
side, she gave the right aisle a nice shot at her bare rump, a nicer shot when
I pulled the skirt up over her hip. When I did this she said, "Tell me more.
Make me cum."

My hand was still resting on her ass, so I slid my fingers into her ass crack
and sought out her asshole. I picked up some slit slime and poked my middle
finger into her ass, making her stiffen and groan. I said, "You're going to
wind up being a good little whore for your uncle. Before long, you'll be
calling him on the phone, making dates with him, leaving obscene messages on
his answering machine, sending him vulgar and pornographic photos of you with
obscene messages written on your body, like, 'Please fuck me!' and 'I need your
cock!'"

Katy moaned, so I continued, "When your mother finds out what a good girl you
finally became, she'll be so thrilled, so proud of her little slut."

"Oh God!"

Katy was drawing attention to us from those around us. They couldn't see below
our shoulders, but they could tell she was masturbating. The couple on our far
left actually stood to see past me. I had to stop her before the professor took
notice. I was just about to pull her upright when she came. Everyone around us
was looking at her squirming gyrations and people directly in front heard her
muffled cries and looked back.

When she sat up, she looked around and saw a dozen smiling faces looking at
her. She sank so low in the seat, I thought she'd continue on to the floor and
crawl out under the seats. She was on her knees, bent back with her head at the
base of the seat, looking up at me. I shrugged my shoulders, then said, "Sit up
and face the music. You're a star, now, a porn star, but hey, you gotta start
somewhere."

Gradually, she regained her seat but would not look around. She said, "Are they
still staring at us?"

"A few. They're still smiling. Does that matter?"

She buried her face in her hands and moaned, "Oh, god, I know some of these
people and this is only day one."

"You're not thinking of dropping, are you?"

She uncovered her face, and said, "No. I should, but the damage is done. Fuck
it. So I masturbate in public. Big deal. They fuck in public."

She took a few breaths, then looked around and exchanged sheepish smiles with
our fucking neighbors. She faced front, exhaled a long breath, then said,
"Fuck! See what you do to me."

"Your uncle did it to you. I'm just taking advantage of you."

"Your honesty is getting to be a pain...I didn't mean that. I like your
honesty, really."

I assumed a serious tone and said, "Katy, there's truth in what I said. He
placed a chastity belt on you, one nobody but he can remove."

"It would seem so, huh? How did he do that? I hate him. He disgusts me."

"I wish I knew, but it's there. I know this much, if you ever want to get laid
again, you have to go back to him. Another thing I know, and all these people
know, you need to get laid badly, girl."

"Oh, god, I do. I really do. There are times when I could scream with need,
like right now. I'm still fucking horny. I still feel like masturbating."

"Do it. You won't shock anyone around here."

She glanced around and giggled, then raised her skirt and began stroking a
finger through her slit. She toyed with her clit while looking down into her
crotch. This alerted everyone that she was doing something in her crotch again.
I saw those around us perk up and told her she was attracting attention.

She said, "I don't care," then drew both legs up and sat cross-legged, still
playing with her pussy while looking down. That girl sure liked looking at her
pussy, but I can't say I blame her. She brought both hands into play and was
back at it, plunging fingers up her twat while rubbing her clit. Now, there was
no doubt what she was doing, but she wasn't drawing undue attention. At least
those in front were unaware.

She said, "You know what made me cum?"

"What I said about your mother?"

"Yes. How could know?"

"Know what?"

"I think she helped every rapist that ever raped me. I know she did, and they
were all repeat offenders, guys that were dating her."

"Did you ever tell her?"

"She's the only person I ever told, but Uncle Larry was the only rapist I held
back on. I told after he did it to me the second time. I had to stop him, and
she was my only hope outside of going to the police."

"And she was no help."

"She never was, but with Larry she was worse than no help. She punished me for
calling her brother a rapist. She blamed me, said I led him on. She called me a
closet slut and told me I got what was coming to me. She actually made me strip
naked, then she used her lipstick to write 'SLUT' across my face. She wrote all
kinds of nasty things all over my body from head to toe, but especially on my
tits, ass, pussy, and my inner thighs."

"What would she write?"

"Shit like, whore, slut, cunt, fucking slut, asshole whore, cock sucker."

"Kinky bitch."

"I'll say. She made me remain naked in the house like that all weekend.
Luckily, it was just the two of us and no one else saw me, but imagine how I
felt."

"Like a slut out of the closet?"

"No, like a circus freak in a loony bin. Hell, she wrote that shit over whip
marks. She had to wipe cum from between my legs to get the lipstick to stick,
and I'm crying through this whole ordeal. She said that if I ever wiggled my
ass in his face again, she'd hold me down for him."

"Did she...hold you down for him?"

"Almost. She made sure I was vulnerable. He couldn't have gotten to me as much
as he did without her help. We were being watched, and I'm sure it was her, and
she was probably frigging off to my rape, to all of them from the very first.
Does that turn you on, mister rapist?"

"You know it does. Your mother is one fine lady. I like her style. She knows
how to create a good rape victim. The world could use more mothers like that."

"Oh, you fucker. Oh, god...yes...uh...uh...ughhhh."

That was a good cum, but not as good as the others. That one drained her,
though. When she finished, she simply slumped in place, totally limp. I
couldn't resist. I had to finger that magnificent pussy.

I reached to her lap and easily slid two fingers up her slimy hole. She just
watched as my fingers went in and out. Others were watching, which she
confirmed with a look around. She ignored them and returned her gaze to my
working fingers, saying, "So you think that was cool what she did - writing
that graffiti on me."

"Cool and crafty. They call it brainwashing. I'm surprised she stopped there."

"Who says she stopped? After that, whenever she'd see a mark left by Larry's
belt or whip, she'd accuse me of whoring again, then order me to strip. She'd
examine all the marks on my body, then out would come the lipstick, and we'd go
through the routine."

"So, after every rape, there'd be a scene with Mommy?"

"Yeah, just about. I think the writing was just an excuse to keep me naked and
manipulate my body at will. She did most of her work between my legs, and she
was very meticulous about it."

"Didn't you ever pitch a bitch?"

"Yes, and there were times, as I got older and could physically resist her,
that I flat refused to cooperate. I paid the price, though, severe restriction
and no allowance. It got to where I saw cooperation as a trade-off. I felt like
a prostitute. I sold the rights to my body to her for ten bucks a week and free
use of the phone."

"Seems fair."

"I'm surprised you didn't think I was gouging her."

When a guy four rows up on the right got up to leave, I expected her to eject
me and cover, but she didn't make a move or even tense up.

He walked right by not ten feet away with a clear view, but was intent on his
object, the door. She looked to me with a smile and said, "Thought I'd freak,
didn't you?"

"I'm impressed. I'm even more impressed with this pussy. This is one fine pussy
you have between your legs, Katy. This is killer pussy, no doubt about it. We
can't let this pussy go to waste."

"No, we can't. This pussy should be back on the market where it belongs. I've
got a list of studs as long as my leg waiting to fuck it, and your name is at
the top in bold print. What do you propose to do about this situation?"

"I propose to get your pussy back on the public market as soon as possible."

"Yes, but how?"

Another student, a girl, got up and made the stroll up the right aisle. This
time, Katy tensed. This time, the walker looked right. The walker stumbled,
backed up, looked hard, broke into a smile and looked long and hard before she
made her way on.

Katy giggled and said, "Did you see the look on her face when she saw your
fingers in my pussy? I know her. That's Karen Caldwell. She's in my English Lit
class and lives in my dorm. You and I are an item, now. You'd better hope your
wife doesn't get wind of this."

"I hope she doesn't get a whiff of this. I'll have to fight her for it. This is
one sweet-smelling cunt."

"Flatterer. He's wrapping up. I think we should too."

I withdrew, and we both got organized. The bell rang while the prof was still
wrapping up and Katy was writing down her uncle's address. Everyone rose and
began filing out. Katy stood and handed me the address. She had a class to run
to. We agreed to meet only in class, and the next would be Thursday, another
ninety minutes of blue balls for me and multiple release for her.

I'll say this for her, the girl wasn't bashful or modest. She walked out with
her head held high, shoulders back, a wet sheen on her inner thighs and that
sexy wiggle that first drew her uncle's attention. Damn! What a fox!

One PM Thursday:

I arrived in class before Katy and secured the same seats. While waiting for
her, I noticed the other couples had chosen seats with a better view of our
row. Three of the couples had moved to the row in front of ours, slightly off
to either side. A glance left or right would afford a view of our crotches. We
also had neighbors in our row in the center section. Where there had been empty
seats to the aisles in each direction, couples now sat with just two empty
seats between their love seats and ours, a clear violation of the love seating
arrangement code.

Katy noticed the cluster around me. When she plopped down, she said, "I think
we'd better move to the back row."

I said, "I think we should stay put. It's too easy to surprise the back row.
There's no time to react before they're on you."

"I know, but all these people can see the goodies. I'm commando."

"I figured you would be. So did they. It would be a shame to disappoint so many
who came from so far to see so much."

Katy smiled, settled back, and crossed her legs drawing six heads to cant our
way, two to turn and look left, two more to look right, and six more to peer
over our shoulders. She shifted nervously and tugged on her hem, saying in a
whisper but not into my ear, "Boy, they don't mind staring, do they? I don't
mind telling you, I find this very inhibiting."

"They think you're an exhibitionist. They think you like being stared at. If I
saw a girl masturbate in public, I think I'd lose my fear of staring, too."

"Shit, you're right." Katy uncrossed her legs and slumped in her seat with her
knees a foot apart. I could see her pussy, so those looking back from in front
saw it better. One guy faced about and stared right at it until his girl
slugged him. Katy giggled, squirmed her skirt up another inch and said, "Fuck
it. I'm not going to let them spoil my fun, but let's try to limit the damage
to these few, okay. Keep a lookout for lookie loos."

"I'll try, but if you're going to do this, do it right."

"How's that?"

"Get that skirt up around your waist and get those legs wide apart. Get that
pussy out where they can all see it. If you're going to show your pussy, show
the best parts, the pink parts. Let them see your womb."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. I double dog dare you. So do they."

"Did they elect you to speak for the group?"

"Yes. It was unanimous. I ran on the free-Katy's-pussy platform. My slogan was,
vote for me, and you'll get to see Katy 'Legs' McGuire's womb."

"Well, then, that's a campaign promise. Let's not piss off the constituents."

Katy then lifted her ass and inverted her tight skirt. When she settled, she
drew her legs up, hooked her heels on the edge of the cushion, then forced her
knees down. I didn't think she'd actually do it, no that well, anyway. Her pink
parts were sticking out between her labia lips like a gut-meat taco with extra
sauce.

That glistening beaver was out there, yawning. Heads were on swivels, and the
three couples that took seats behind us were up leaning forward, looking over
our shoulders. There was a head looking between us, in fact. I glared at him
and he eased back. I glared at them all, and they all eased back, then went
back to stealing peaks. I had to do that or anyone from up front that looked
back would quickly realize there was a gal showing her cunt or there was a cock
fight taking place on the floor.

Katy looked relieved that I took the initiative, though she was clearly excited
at having had so many eyes devouring her intimate flesh at once. One at a time,
snatching glances of snatch was easier to deal with. The problem was that we
couldn't talk above a whisper, and we needed to talk.

I placed my arm around her and snuggled her close. Her hands went into her
crotch and began playing with the juicy parts therein, pulling those guts out.
This had the heads bobbing and weaving, but they weren't being too obvious.

She said, "I've decided to go home this weekend. I called Mom last night and
told her to expect me. She'll call Uncle Larry. He'll need time to adjust his
schedule."

"Good girl."

"How do I do this? I've never tried to set myself up to get raped before."

"Me neither."

"I know, but should I be subtle? Should I try not to get caught, you know, act
as I always do at home - evasive? Or should I be obvious and easy?"

"How would you like to see this go down?"

"You want my fantasy?"

"Sure."

"Well, I see returning like normal, but wearing sexy clothes. I'm thinking of
wearing my new micros. They haven't seen me in anything but jeans and sweats
since eighth grade."

"Are they in for a treat."

"Yeah, and when Larry hears about my sexy attire, he'll find a way to get me
alone. I doubt it'll take more than one hour. Mom is good at clearing the house
just as Larry arrives. He usually gets there as she's leaving. I should say,
pretending to leave. The rest is a piece of cake, or ass I should say."

"Then, there's your plan to get laid, but I want him to have you all weekend."

"All weekend! He's into heavy bondage. I've never had to endure more than six
hours, usually just a few. If I was his all weekend, I wouldn't be able to walk
on Monday."

"Yes, but that's what you need, a proper screwing."

"Ummm, no argument there. Okay, so how do I move this from a wham bam thank you
ma'am rape to a weekend of sexual enslavement? What do I do when he releases me
after three or four hours? God, I love masturbating in public. This is the
ultimate!"

"For them, too...My guess is he'd like to have you all weekend, but is afraid
to push you too hard. It wouldn't take much of a hint to give him what he
wants. What do you usually do following a release?"

"Curl up in a fetal ball and cry."

"Typical rape victim. Okay, suppose, you got down on your knees before him with
your hands submissively held behind your back and began licking his cock and
balls."

"Ummmm, yessss...he'd shit. That would do it. That's exactly what I'll do. It
can't hurt. At least he'll be back for more. I sure hope Mom sees that. I think
if she saw me do that, she'd drive me to his house and shackle be to his bed.
He's a bachelor, a loner."

"Typical rapist."

"I thought you were typical?"

"A total anomaly, a freak of nature."

"I'm about to cum, George. Don't let me cry out."

I brought her lips to mine and sealed her mouth with tongue. She came on my
tongue. That felt good, but feeling her shudders felt better. When she went
limp, I broke the kiss. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then said, "Great
kisser! I hope you eat pussy like you kiss. Only one rapist ever ate my pussy,
the first one. I was impressed. I haven't had the pleasure since."

"Now, that is a crying shame. That's eating pussy you've got between your legs,
darlin'."

"As opposed to the inedible variety?"

"Have you ever gone down on a two-dollar whore?"

"Can't say I have. Nasty, huh?"

"It'll curl your teeth."

"Can't be any worse than Larry's ass?"

"I never tried Larry's ass, but I'll take your word for it. Nasty, huh?"

"Crud city. You don't know what you're asking me to do. A weekend with Larry is
my worst nightmare."

"He's that bad, huh?"

"Vulgar, gross, smelly, mean - he fucks good, I'll give him that. I do miss
that big cock, and I'd swear my mother was no stranger to it. There's something
about him that earned her undying devotion, and that's about all there is on
Larry worth being devoted to. I've come to see it as a fuck muscle. I dream
about his fuck muscle, only it's usually on someone else's body. I've even put
it on the Pillsbury Dough Boy - his father, too."

"Now that you've seen what I have, will you still do that?"

"Probably. Yours is a nice dick, but his is a great cock. I'm just being
honest."

"Thanks, slut. Well, that'll explain your devotion. She'll think you got out in
the real world and discovered the difference between a dick and a cock, nice
from great, and how good things were at home."

"She would see it that way if she saw me shooting him commando beavers."

The guy behind us said, "What's a commando beaver?" She giggled; I glared; he
shrunk back.

All through this episode, people moved up and down the aisles. When this
happened, I simply covered her lap with the open text book. Many of the coeds
sat Indian style with the book in their lap, so no one took notice. She
appeared to be holding the book, not her pussy. When the coast was clear, I'd
remove the book for the viewing pleasure of our very interested audience. They
never tired of looking in her crotch, but I didn't either.

Katy quickly lost whatever little inhibitions she had with those around us and
I'd say they numbered fourteen, eighteen if you counted those with a partial
view. She inspired a great deal of lewd behavior in those around us. Exposed
genitals were all around. I saw three pussies and five dicks without trying too
hard. The little weasel behind us came in Katy's hair. We didn't know until we
re-adjusted and I laid my arm in the shit. That snickering little asshole
looking all innocent! Katy thought it was funny.

One couple sitting behind us on our right were getting into it pretty hot and
heavy from the start. She had no panties on and he had his dick out. I was sure
they'd fuck before the class was over, and I pointed them out to Katy when they
made the first attempt at a side-by-side coupling. If he had three more inches
of dick to work with, he'd at least have gotten the head wet. Katy giggled.

We listened to the professor for a few minutes, letting others take center
stage. I could see Katy thinking or fantasizing. She looked to me and said,
"George, suppose this plan of yours only sinks me deeper. I could end up a true
sex slave to that jerk. You'd be kissing this pussy goodbye."

"Well, we can't let that happen. My thinking is that if you become the pursuer,
you'll turn the tables on him and break the spell."

"Is that an educated guess or just a dumb guess?"

"An educated dumb guess. It just stands to reason. Nullify the trauma, and the
manifestations of that trauma disappear. When rape is inevitable, lie back and
enjoy it. I think if you had taken that approach when you found out your mother
wouldn't help you, you'd have no trouble parting your legs for man nor beast."

"Beast, huh? You mean the doggies? Does that turn you on?"

"My favorite."

"He has a dog, a male dog, a big male dog, a big horny male dog and he doesn't
go anywhere without his dog. Get the picture?"

"Little Katy got bred."

"See why I felt I had to stop Larry? That was dog cum Mom wiped off my cunt,
and she had to wipe muddy paw prints off my tits to write dog fucker on them.
Most of the graffiti was bestial related, and bitch was her favorite word. I
was a bitch whore. All I had to do was look down anywhere on my body if I ever
forgot."

"Hummm, now we're getting some place. So Mommy gets off on watching little
girls get screwed by the pooches."

"One girl and one pooch, for sure. I was reluctant to tell you that part.
Silly, huh?"

"Yes, you keep forgetting that I'm a pervert and a wannabe rapist."

"Silly me."

"So, what is it you really need, Katy, the man or his dog?"

"Honestly? [I nodded.] I want both. I'm a bitch whore. That much finally sank
in."

The guy behind us leaned in between our heads and whispered, "You fuck dogs?"

This time, I shoved his head back. Katy wasn't giggling. She had that "Ooops"
expression. She leaned close to whisper in my ear, "He knows me. He knows my
friends. He's got good ears. He cums a lot, too. [tee hee hee]"

I whispered to her, "You have a big mouth - sexy, but big."

She giggled, then looked to the guy and said, "Yes, I do, don't you, or do you
just jackoff on their coat?"

She turned to face front feeling like she told him. He did look told. The
couple trying to fuck finally got hooked up. I alerted Katy and she spun about
to face them. She clutched my hand while getting an eyeful of a spoon-fashion
fucking. Those two were asking for trouble. I called over, "Hey, get a fuckin'
room."

Katy turned to me and said, "Leave them alone. This is great. I inspired that,
you know. I might want to fuck you in this seat one day. Remember that."

"I'll bring my dog. He needs it more than I do. The poor fucker can't jackoff."

Katy's eye's lit up. She said, "You have a dog, a male dog?"

"Yes, one with a dick, a big dick, a big horny dick but my wife is a prude when
it comes to cross species mating, poor thing - the dog, not her."

"What kind is he?"

"A basset hound, a big basset hound with a great cock, bigger than mine and
thicker too."

"Ummm, thicker than yours, that's great. How much greater?"

I held up her wrist and said, "I'd say it's between my dick and your wrist, and
when he's fully erect, that slab of cock meat would lie between your wrist and
your elbow, easily."

"No shit! That's much bigger than Sam. George, could I borrow him to go home
with. I'll be very careful with him and return him safe and sound. I swear I
will."

"Hold on, there. What's on your mind, Katy?

"Mom. If I went home in a micro with no panties, with a big-dicked dog on a
leash, she'd cream her panties."

"And you want her to cream her panties?"

"Yes, more than anything. I'd love to get into a scene with her, a lezzie
scene. I'm sure she wants me, and it wouldn't take much. What do you say?"

"I like the idea, but there's my wife. She'd want to know the whole story. I'm
not sure she'd go for it. I'm not sure I'd want her to know about you. She's
scared to death that I'll meet some tight-bodied young thing and fly the coop.
If she sees you, she'll shit. She knows what a leg man I am. One look at those
legs of yours and she'll think it's all over but the crying."

"I'll wear pants."

"Those legs show through pants."

"I'll ugly-up...I know, I'll be in a wheelchair with a blanket over my lap."

"You're that desperate?"

"You have to ask? Look at me. I'm fucking myself in a god damn lecture hall
with a dozen people watching me do it."

"Sixteen, but who counts. Let me think."

"I do, and it's fourteen. Two are fucking."

I silently mulled over a plan. My wife won't fuck a dog, but she has always
wanted to see the act live. She likes to watch very sexy young women in hot
porno action, and Bruno is her favorite dog. Seeing Bruno with Katy would be
hard for her to turn down. If I could just convince her that Katy was
absolutely no threat at all before they met...maybe.

Katy must have been thinking about Bruno's cock, or her mother's cunt, or
possibly Bruno's cock in her mother's cunt, because she was into a good finger-
fuck and going to town.

A girl sitting in the row in front of us to our left must have been dared to
pull off her top, because her top came off and she sat there, bare chested for
a full minute. It had to be a full minute, because the guy with her monitored a
watch. When he gave the signal, that top came whipping on faster than it came
whipping off. Nice tits, bigger, but Katy's were better.

Not to be outdone, Katy bared her breasts. She wore no bra, so opening the
blouse and folding back the halves did the trick. The fucking couple were still
fucking, and two more couples were masturbating each other.

I thought things were getting out of hand. Katy must have thought differently,
because she decided that opening the halves wasn't enough. She slipped off the
blouse, then decided to go all the way and shimmied free of the skirt. She even
took her fucking shoes off and rummaged in her book bag while down there and
emerged with the super-size, life-like, India rubber dildoe in your basic
black. Holy shit!

She smiled at me as she got low in her seat and placed both bare feet against
the seats in front of us with her feet a yard apart, knees bowed out. She had
the attention of all the neighbors except the two fuckers as she sank that
puppy home.

That puppy was no stranger to that pussy. She took it to the life-like ebony
balls and began pounding her twat to mush while trying to rub her clit off. I
mean, off her body.

I sure was hoping she'd pop, because there was no hiding this show. I wasn't
about to stop it, either. Damn, that looked good. Katy buck naked is a sight to
behold, but Katy taking a huge black dick with her legs wide apart stole any
show I ever saw. God, I envied her uncle, not to mention his dog. I could only
imagine what her life must have been like during high school.

It was then I tallied the weeks in four years and divided by one-hundred to
come up with a bi-monthly mating cycle. Damn, mated to the beast twice each
month for four years. Yep, that would explain what I was seeing. She'd been
away from home for six months. The poor kid was going through cock withdrawal.

Speaking of cock withdrawal, Katy was withdrawing that fucker all the way out
and shoving it all the way in. Damn! There she goes. I cupped my hand over her
mouth to stifle the scream.

Katy collapsed in a slump. The dick slowly emerged then plopped on the floor.
It's a good thing it had balls, or the slimy fucker would have rolled down
through the rows of students prompting embarrassing questions.

Fortunately, no one had to go potty during the show, but that long of a stretch
couldn't last. I leaned over and said, "You'd better get decent, or at last get
to where you can in a hurry."

She struggled up, looked around, smiled at the neighbors, then sat casually and
said, "I like this. I feel free, totally free. I feel like dancing."

"Look, dance into some clothes, or I'm dancing to a new seat."

"Spoil sport. I thought you were the adventuresome type."

"I am, but this is a lose lose situation. If we get bounced from the
university, we're both shit outta luck."

"You're right. Where's my blouse?"

I immediately whipped around and caught the guy behind us trying to slip out. I
grabbed his belt, jerked him back and said, "Hand it over, Fuckwad."

He sheepishly handed Katy her blouse. She gave him a dirty look, but not too
dirty. I sent him on his way with a rude shove, and his girl followed. She gave
me a dirty look, a real dirty look, and then the bitch said, "You old pervert!
I hope your arm gets pregnant."

Old!

Katy had her skirt on and was getting the blouse on. She didn't button the
blouse or pull the skirt into place. She settled back, propped her widely-
parted feet on the seats before us, and said, "She's a bitch. You're not that
old, and I doubt that your arm can get pregnant."

Katy was showing her pussy to the guy who occupied the seat her right foot
rested on the back of. He was turned around and his head was centered between
her feet. She peeled back her labia lips to give him and his girl the ultimate
in pussy exposition. I had to lean far forward to see what they saw. I think I
saw her tonsils. If that weren't enough, she said, "I like to fuck dogs. I'm a
bitch whore."

I thought, "Oh, Jesus." Several others heard her and were trying to see what
the inside of a dog fucker's pussy looked like. They didn't seem at all
surprised. Her confession brought giggles and snickers, but that didn't seem to
bother her. I think the clinical term for what she was doing was wallowing.

I must admit to a twinge of guilt for leading her to this, for I surely did. If
the trip home went badly, I'd feel terrible. The kid came from a real sordid
mess, and as much as I like sordid messes on video, I hated to see such a
beautiful creature in a real one.

Watching her wallow was unsettling when it should have been the highlight of
the past ten years of my life. Pulling the strings on a gal like Katy and
making her dance to my tune was a wet dream come true. Dancing her into sexual
slavery to a pair like her mother and uncle should have made me cum in my
Sansabelts. So, why was my dick soft?

I made her get up and get her clothes on. When she protested, I set her up,
yanked her skirt down, and buttoned her blouse. While buttoning the last
buttons, she said, "What's the matter? I did that to please you."

"Then sit up and behave to please me." I glared at those looking back and said,
"Show's over. Eyes forward."

"Are you pissed?"

"No, but we agreed to keep a lid on it. This semester just started, and things
are already out of control. We're blowing it, Katy."

"George, I think this is my last day. I'm in the mood to blow it"

"What?"

"I think I'll wind up staying in Rockford, tied to a bed. That's where I
belong, that or a kennel."

"You listen to me, Katy. Sexual slavery is not your destiny. You have a very
bright future ahead, but you need to work through this to get to it. You'll
have to work it out at home, but you must come back after each weekend until
you beat this. I insist. If I have to, I'll come and get you. If anyone tries
to stop me, I'll go straight to the police and tell your whole sordid story.
You be sure they understand that, and they'll see that you get back each time.
My letter to Larry will lay it all out for them, but I'm not mailing it until
Friday."

Tears began flowing down Katy's cheeks right before she lunged, hugged my neck,
and squeezed so hard she made my spine pop. Then, the sobbing started, and that
went on for another ten minutes while I stroked her back and wondered how to
best mount Bruno on her. He could do it doggie style or in the missionary
position if we propped her ass up high enough. Yeah, missionary position with
his front paws on her tits. She could recline backward over the ottoman. Humm.

When she unclutched, sat up, wiped her face, and said, "Some pervert you are. I
think you're a closet hero."

"We'll see. I've come up with an idea that might get you Bruno."

"Bruno?"

"My basset. Are you still interested in taking him to see Mommy."

"Yes, very much so."

"You'll have to fuck him in front of Me and Connie."

"Have to? Try to stop me."

"So you have no problem spreading your legs for a dog?"

"No, only men. Bring me a boy and I'll fuck him. My problem is, these boys at
the university aren't boys anymore, they're men with hairy chests and whisker
stubble, beer breath, and well...manly stuff. I don't know, it's just that when
a mature male touches me, I freeze up solid, and if he pushes, I fight. I
always fought against Larry. It just never did any good."

"Can you give into Larry without fighting?"

"Yes. With him, it was always a conscious decision to fight. I knew I could
choose not to fight. To tell you the truth, I'd love to fuck him without
fighting him first. I wish he'd just lie back and let me do all the work. I
hate being tied up when I want to fuck. When I fuck, I want to move. I want to
fuck more than get fucked. Just once, I'd like to show that moron what my pussy
can do. Now, for dog fucking I love being severely tied, totally helpless and
at his mercy. You can't fuck a dog, anyway; he fucks you, tied or untied. Tied
is better, I think, though I've never been fucked by Sam when I wasn't severely
tied."

"Sweetheart, I think we can strike a deal with Connie. You've hit all of her
buttons. Let her tie you and mate you, and Bruno goes to Rockford."

"I can't wait. When? Tonight?"

"Let's make it tomorrow night at, say, eight. Can you be there then?"

"I wanted to drive home after school on Friday. I could cut out at three, and
that would put me in Rockford by nine. Mom is expecting me at nine on Friday."

"All right, tonight at eight, but call me at seven to get a green light. Connie
won't get home from work until six, so that gives me one hour to lay this shit
on her, soothe her insecurities, and get her horny. Better make it a nine
o'clock date and call by eight. Oh, if I hang up on you, try again in one hour.
She'll think it's a solicitor if I just hang up."

"What are the chances she'll go along?"

"Depends on her mood. Sometimes, she just refuses to get horny. We'll just have
to wait and see. By next week, you'll have Bruno, that I can guarantee."

"I need him now, for this trip, my first trip back. When I left home, I left
forever on very bad terms with her."

"Explain."

"Larry got tossed in jail for six months, a DWI, I think. Anyway, we took Sam
in during my last three months before going off to college. You can imagine how
Sam acted around me, his bitch. He'd been fucking me for four years. He'd get
around me and get a hardon, then hump everything in sight, including Mom."

"I thought you said she was screwing the dog."

"She was, but wouldn't do it openly. Still, I caught her at it dozens of times.
Each time, she claimed she was raped by him because I excited him. That was a
laugh. I mean, I'd enter the house and find her buck naked on all fours, or
against the wall while she took him standing up, or lying backward over the arm
of the sofa with her legs wide in the air and his front paws on her belly,
wailing away on that bald pussy of hers. Somehow, I got him excited, stripped
her, and placed her in a mating position all without being present."

"Good trick."

"I thought so."

"Would she stop when you caught her?"

"Hell no! She pretended they were hung up. She also pretended to hate what he
was doing to her, having to ride out his bestial coupling and take his animal
seed. She forced me to watch what my teasing ways led to. Didn't bother me any.
I'd pull up a chair and get comfortable."

"I love this, Katy."

"Good. It gets better. She insisted that I take care of him, you know, fuck him
whenever he got horny. We fought every time he got an erection. I mean we
physically fought. Clothes got ripped off, slapping, biting, scratching -
fighting."

"I'm liking this story more and more."

"Yeah, it could have been great if she could have physically forced me as Larry
did, but stripping to receive him like a horny bitch like she did was out of
the question. The funny part, the part you'll like, is that when Mom could see
she couldn't subdue me, she'd let me subdue her, not too overtly, but the fight
slowly went out of her until I could control her. In the fight, I'd get those
panties off of her at the start. She wore old dresses, and I wore jeans and
sweats, so any clothes coming off were hers."

"So, what was the upshot, you held her for the dog?"

"Exactly. That was what we were trying to do to each other. The dog was trying
to mount somebody, so whoever was in the best mounting position without pussy
protection got mounted and screwed, which always ended up being her. Of course,
once he got in solid, I could let go, stand back, and watch the show because
they were locked-up. What a laugh. I could put both my hands up her cunt and
clap."

"I'll bet you went to bed without dessert."

"Hell, I was on permanent grounding with no allowance, no phone calls. What
else was there? I got blamed every time he screwed her anyway. I figured why
not do the crime if I have to do the time. So, I gave her what she wanted as a
consolation prize - guilt-free dog sex when I was at home. When she needed a
fucking, she'd go off with Sam and return with an aroused Sam to start a
fight."

"I thought you loved dog fucking. Why didn't you ever lose?"

"I do, but back then, I had just been set free of Larry and his damn dog. I
wasn't about to go back to that as a volunteer. At that time, I didn't know
what horny was. I didn't know horny until I met you. That's when it started.
You drooling on my legs every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a whole
semester did something. Anyway, I want to make it up to her in a big way. By
the way, Sam got hit by a car right after I left. I just found out last night.
If I go back without Bruno, I go back to just Larry, and for a whole fucking
weekend. Mostly, though, Bruno is to appease Mom and satisfy her desire to see
me mate with the beast, up close and personal. That need is very strong in her,
and I believe it drove her to give me to Larry in exchange for a doggie act
peep show. He took what he wanted, then gave her what she wanted. When all
three got their fill, I got released, and not until. Sometimes, that took hours
and hours."

"Then you'd get a couple of weeks off to rest up."

"No, they always got me just before my period and again right after. That was
birth control. Larry insisted on cumming in my pussy, so Mom set the schedule."

"So that's how you avoided getting knocked up."

"That's also how I know she was directly involved. Only she would know when the
time was right. It was almost like clockwork. I also caught sight of her shoes
while Sam was screwing me, and she was in them. I was blindfolded for the
doggie scenes so that she could watch out in the open."

"Quite a setup they had, huh?"

"It was fool proof. There wasn't a damn thing I could do about it if I wasn't
willing to go to the police. Mom would go to jail, too, so that option was out.
I could never understand why she just didn't bring everything out in the open.
As far as I was concerned, it was out in the open when she first wrote on me.
In a way, it was a game to her. I'm not sure she didn't prefer it that way. She
loved to pretend that I was the slut and she was the innocent mother, doing the
best she could, tolerating the intolerable. I'll say this for her, though. She
was a good mother most of the time, and she kept Larry in check to a degree.
She imposed limits and was able to enforce them."

"What limits did she impose?"

"He couldn't draw blood when he whipped me. He couldn't pierce my skin or make
any permanent marks. He was into tattoos, so I'm very grateful for that. And
the sessions were limited in duration and frequency. In general, twice a month,
and no longer than six hours. Other than that, I was his to do with as he
pleased, and he pleased to do everything in the book each and every time."

"So, going back to that for a full weekend session doesn't bother you?"

"George, right now, I'd hold my own legs apart for a cunt whipping just to get
fucked by Larry's fuck muscle."

"A cunt whipping, huh?"

"Those are the worst. Imagine fifty or sixty lashes with a thin belt to a cunt
spread open as wide as humanly possible, hitting just hard enough that you
don't break the skin."

"I'll bet he got your attention."

"You know it, but that was the only way he'd get a decent blow job. Right after
a cunt whipping, I am very eager to please. After I totally drain your balls,
I'll stick my tongue so far up your ass, you'll feel it at the back of your
skull."

"Hummm, suppose Connie gave you a cunt whipping. Would you drain her and then
lick the back of her skull?"

"Is she into that shit?"

"She likes watching it."

"If that's what it takes to get Bruno, tell her to have a ball. Just make sure
she gets me tied up real good."

"She won't hit that hard."

"No, I want to be tied up good, severely bound. For some reason, if you can't
move a muscle, it makes everything tolerable. If she can't tie a good knot, you
do it."

"Say, if I have you tied up good, severely tied, what's to stop me from fucking
you?"

"Nothing, but that would be rape. I might love it, but it might taint our
relationship. I'd never report it, if that's what you're worried about?"

"Don't worry. Connie won't let me get near your pussy. She'll want me in a
chair, sitting on my hands if she allows me in the room at all."

"You're not pussy whipped, are you?"

"Me, a PW? Fuck no! If I wanted to I could hand you the dog and tell her to go
fuck herself. We have a good marriage based on give and take. I've got to cut a
deal to get this to go down on this short of notice."

"He's wrapping up. Yep, it's that time. Are we all set?"

"As soon as I give you my address and phone number we're set."

"Oh, yeah. Shit, I feel like I've known you all my life. Okay, what is it?"

6:10 PM Thursday evening at the home of George Plimpton:

"Honey, I'm glad you're home. We need to talk."

"Can it wait? I need to get these shoes off and soak in a hot tub. If I have
another day like today, I swear, I'm giving notice. I'll go back to waiting
tables if I have to."

"Please, sit down. I'll give you a foot rub while we talk. How's that?"

"A foot rub, huh? All right."

She plopped down in the chair I set before me. I removed her nurse shoes and
raised her leg to see if she did any commando nursing. I looked down the tunnel
of her uniform skirt and saw panties, a bad sign.

She said, "What are you up to, George? Ummm, yes, that feels marvelous. Keep
doing that while you tell me what this is all about. If you want sex, you're
not getting a damn thing until I've had a chance to soak and unwind, if then."

"Connie, how would you like to have the sexiest chick you ever saw, totally at
your mercy for as long as you want, not to exceed three hours?"

She narrowed her eyes and set her jaw, then said, "What the fuck are you
talking about?"

"I am talking about the ultimate sexual experience, a once in a lifetime
opportunity, with a living doll. I'm talking about a dog-fucking, cunt-licking,
S&M, Bondage, Ass-licking, toe-sucking, golden shower and anything else your
little heart desires extravaganza, but it must be done tonight."

"And just how much will this extravaganza cost us?"

"Nothing. I know a coed from school that needs a big-dicked dog this weekend,
and she'll do anything, and I mean anything, to borrow him."

"Would you mind telling me how you got in a conversation like that with a
school girl?"

"She's an adult, nineteen, maybe eighteen, I'm not sure, but she is serious,
and it just sorta came up in my computer class. We talk all through it. One
thing led to another, and before you know it, this chick is spilling her whole
life story to me. I'm easy to talk to. You know that. She said I remind her of
the Pillsbury Dough Boy's father. She wouldn't fuck me if I begged with a
hundred-dollar bill in my mouth."

Connie burst out laughing and said, "She has you pegged. I love it. She's
probably afraid she'll get a yeast infection. Ha!"

Yeah, ha! When her giggle fit died down, I said, "She got to talking and
couldn't stop. She's one sick puppy, but she looks fantastic. Picture Kirstie
Allie from Cheers, only smaller and thinner."

"And this doll wants Bruno. For what?"

"She wants to bring him home to fuck him in front of her mother, to get her
mother to start having sex with her."

"She told you that?"

"She's a sick puppy, Connie. She told me that and more. Her mother is sicker.
She's into the pooches, and she has always wanted to see Katy fuck a dog.
Katy's ready, eager, and willing, but she needs a good dog. I described Bruno,
and that was it. She simply must have Bruno. She must. I told her what she'd
have to do to get your okay, and she didn't bat an eyelash. I told her you like
to hit girl's pussies with a thin belt. She said, 'fine, just be sure she ties
me severely so that I can't move an inch and she can have herself a ball
whipping my cunt.' Those were here exact words, Connie. I swear."

I removed her other shoe and rechecked the panties. WET SPOT! Home free. She
saw me check her panties, so the stern pretense dropped. She unsnapped her
uniform from top to bottom in one pull. She shrugged free of it, removed the
bra, rubbed her tits, them lifted her ass and said, "Take these fuckers off.
They're wet."

I smiled, reached up, and made her a commando. She settled back wearing a
mischievous grin as her legs parted and a finger went to work. She said, "She
looks like Kirstie Allie and fucks dogs, huh?"

"She has a face like Kirstie Allie, but Kirstie wishes she had a body like
Katy."

"And she wants to try dog fucking."

"She's been fucking dogs since the eighth grade, but not for her Mommy."

"Ummm, that sounds delicious, a mother/daughter/canine orgy."

"Lots of pussy and doggie dick. Sounds like a winning combination to me. Well,
can I tell her it's a go?"

"First, tell me what you're getting out this, and why you're fighting so hard
to get me to go along."

"Don't you think I'd want to see this? I know I can't fuck her. I want to watch
Bruno fuck her, and then I hope to see you with another woman, two of my
favorite vices in one evening. I'm willing to sit quietly and watch."

"And be satisfied with beating off in total silence?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but if she shows up here and I don't like her, all bets are off. Tell
her that. Tell her that if she says or does anything to piss me off, I'll toss
her ass out in the street. You make me out to be a real nasty bitch, because
that's how I feel. I'll be a bitch from the moment she steps through that door,
and don't think I won't whip that slut's cunt. Somebody is going to pay for
this day; she sounds perfect. If you make a peep, you'll do."

8 PM Thursday evening, the phone rings in the Plimpton home:

"Hello...Katy?"

"Who else? How'd it go?"

"We're on for nine. She's in the shower right now, shaving between her legs,
getting her killer pussy pretty for you."

"Great! I love a shaved pussy. Mom shaves her pussy."

"Pretend she's your mom. Oh, and be prepared to meet Connie in bitch mode.
That's how she wants to play this, as a nasty bitch. I'm going to play the wimp
husband, seen but not heard. You should expect to be treated with contempt,
like trash. She has a real bee in her bonnet from something that happened at
work, so she'll be venting on you. Whatever you do, don't look at me or speak
to me. I am not there."

"Sounds like fun. I'm in the mood to be slapped around and shit on. Some
asshole wrote, 'bitch' on my door."

"Damn! Word travels fast."

"Three people who weren't in that class did ask me if it was true that I
masturbated in class. No one has asked about the dog. I'm sure it was that
bitch from class today."

"It will get around. You do know that."

"Yes, but I don't chew with my mouth open and I never spit."

"You're a good girl, Katy."

"I feel like a bad girl, but it feels good. I want it to get around, and I
can't wait to meet Bruno. I've never sucked a dog's dick. I'd like to do that
for Mom. Do you suppose we could work in a practice session?"

"I'll lay it on Connie. This is her show. We've never discussed this or seen
it. She's a nurse and a bit of a sanitary freak. She'd never suck a dog's dick,
but she may like to see some cheap, white-trash, bitch whore do it."

"I see you gave me quite a build up. I was going to dress up and look nice. I
suppose the whore route would be better, huh?"

"No, dress like a sexy young coed. I told her you were one sick puppy but you
look fantastic and act normal."

"Is that really how you see me?"

"No, of course not, but that's how she'll see you with our dog's dick in your
mouth."

"You have a point. Does that turn you on?"

"Hell, yes, it turns me on. Would you like me to ask Bruno how he feels about
it?"

She giggled then said, "Don't bother. I'd better go. I have to shave, too."

"See you at nine."

8:56 at the Plimptons:

While we're waiting on Katy, this would be a good time to tell you about my
wife, Connie. She's now forty-one and beginning to show her age. When I married
her right out of high school, she'd have given Katy a run for her money. I've
met five women in my life I'd give a ten to. I married one.

Connie is tall, slender, large breasted, and blonde. Her legs are still her
finest feature, but her pussy is moving up fast. Her pussy doesn't seem to age,
but her legs are losing the shapely form they once had. Her face has taken on a
weathered look and she now has wrinkles that makeup won't hide. Still, she's
very beautiful.

Connie is the head nurse on the orthopedic ward. She's a true professional at
work, but she has a wild side she keeps carefully hidden. Our last child
recently left the nest, so the need to hide has lessened. She's now having an
affair with a doctor, and she does a great deal of commando nursing. I guess he
wasn't on duty today.

Before the last kid left, we vacationed in far away places to give vent to her
wild side, and she has gotten quite wild. She's had numerous vacation affairs,
attended orgies, and been gang banged more times than I care to count.

I could have done as well, but Connie has a little kink that I play along with.
She assumes I'm like any other guy, jumping the bones of every chick I meet all
through the year, so our vacation is pay-back time. She asks me to wear a
special chastity device for men. It's like a jock made of heavy nylon netting
that attaches to a lock-on belt. You can piss in the damn thing, but that's
about it. Getting a hardon is very uncomfortable. She puts this on me at home
and removes it when we get back. On vacation, she tries to catch up with her
imaginary figure for my conquests.

She must think I get laid twice a week, because she tries for three digits.
After two weeks of watching her fuck everything in sight, I'm fit to be tied.
Getting home is a real pleasure. I don't mind too much. It gives her a charge,
what the fuck. I take comfort in knowing that a lesser man would crumble after
a day or two. I keep a great woman satisfied, and that's what counts. As far as
her current affair. At least she doesn't try to hide it from me. If anything,
she's too open about it. They fuck in my bed with me in it. I think that's
being too open, but he helps me keep her satisfied.

The meeting of Katy and Connie promised fireworks. When two horny tens get
together, look out! At ten minutes after nine, two tens got together.

For all of her bitchy blustering at six PM, Connie was a pussy cat at nine.
When she emerged from the shower right after Katy's call, I'd never seen such
primping, preening, and dress changing. She went through her whole wardrobe.
"Is this in fashion? Do you think she'll like this one? Check my shave. Taste
me. Smell my breath. Should I wear panties?" [Jesus Christ!]

And Katy, for all her slutty talk, she arrives just as prim and proper and
says, "How do you do, Mrs. Plimpton. I'm so glad to meet you." [Give me a
break.]

"Please come in." The bitch says. "Excuse the house. The place is a wreck. I
just found out you were coming over a few hours ago." [Christ on a bicycle,
she's a god damn whore, you dumb blond bitch. Shove her fucking head up your
skirt, will ya!]

"You have a lovely home. Mind if I look around?" [Look around? Get naked, you
slut! Suck that doggie's dick!]

This shit went on and on. I thought I was going to puke. They finally kissed at
eleven fifteen, and I fell asleep at eleven thirty watching them make out. I
did wake up at four-thirty and caught the tail end of my wife getting screwed
by my dog in her tail end.

Evidently, I'd missed a great deal, because that was the parting scene. When
Bruno pulled out of Connie, Katy picked him up and left with dog cum running
down her neck and legs. Damn!

Connie gave me a wry smile, patted my head, said, "Enjoy your nap, Stud?" then
sauntered past. Boy, she sure looked cute with dog cum leaking from her ass.

One PM Tuesday at the university:

I had spoken to Katy by phone when she arrived back at the university late
Sunday night. Actually, Connie spoke with her and then relayed what she said.
Those two had become bosom buddies while dining between each other's legs
evidently. I don't mind telling you, I was a bit miffed.

They'd also had several long conversations from Rockford, made collect, I might
add. Connie now knew more than I did about Katy's life history, her current
problem, and was taking over. That really torqued my jaws. Katy was my slut
bunny, damnit! I saw her first.

I was sitting in the back row center with no other couples nearby, as though I
were a leper. When Katy sat beside me, she could see I was pissed. She said,
"You're mad, aren't you?"

I turned to her and said, "Why should I be mad? You owe me nothing."

"I owe you everything. You saved me, and I love you for being my savior. I
adore you."

I couldn't help but smile and bring her into a hug. I also couldn't help
saying, "So why did you fire me?"

"I didn't hire you. How could I fire you? The truth is, Connie understands. She
can see things from my perspective. She wants the same thing you do, but I
think her advice was better. It was certainly more fun. Wanna hear about it?"

"First, tell me how her advice differed from mine. It sounded to me like you
did essentially what I told you."

"Essentially, maybe, but the difference was, she said I needed to punish Mom
for what she did, give her a dose of her own medicine, and she had a great idea
for going about that."

"And that was?"

"For me to join forces with Uncle Larry against her. It worked like a charm.
All I had to do was call him on the phone and tell him how much I missed his
fuck muscle. I called from your place that night, in fact. Connie listened in
and coached me. I had his balls boiling. I went to his place instead of going
straight home. I fucked his brains out. I fucked him till he cried, 'Uncle'."

"That was damn good advice."

"Yeah, and after he cried 'Uncle', with me straddling his hips with his sore
dick still in me, I said, 'Now, if you want more fucking like that, we need to
strike a deal.'"

"And I suppose the deal was that he help you rape your mother?"

"No, I help him. Just like she did to me. Me, Larry, and Bruno entered the
house together, and Larry grabbed Mom before she could even give me a hug. He
dragged her to my old bedroom, and I went and sat in her closet that had the
peep hole. I can't believe I never noticed that, and I looked for one."

"So, how was the show?"

"Pretty damn good. He did everything to her that he used to do to me, even the
cunt whipping. I got to come out for the mating with the beast, only we had a
new beast. By the way, Bruno is fantastic. My mother is in love with that beast
of yours. Even after the rape, she was like a bitch in heat. There was no
fighting. When I saw a doggie hardon, I made her strip and placed her in the
mating position of my preference. She was putty in my hands. When he was
through, I got out the lipstick and fixed her up."

"I'll bet that was a catharsis."

"You know it. I got to write on her cunt the way she used to do mine, and she
held her legs open for it just as I had. The only difference was, she wasn't
crying. I spent the weekend cunt-teasing her. She wanted at my cunt so bad she
could scream, but all I'd do is wipe it lightly over her nose and mouth. She
wanted me to eat her, but I just played, dabbled, and breathed my warm breath
on it. I'm a better cunt-tease than prick-tease."

"You never ate each other?"

"No, Connie says I should tease her until she begs for it. It ain't easy, but
it sure is fun. I'm also going home every other weekend. Mom will be getting
the treatment twice monthly, just as she gave it to me. By the time I graduate
college, we should be square."

"The big question is, did it work?"

"Like a charm. I screwed eight guys while home, returned here and screwed seven
more."

"I thought I was at the top of the list in bold print."

"Uh...George."

"Oh, shit! You told her, didn't you?"

"I had to. We were being honest. She asked. I promised her I'd never let you
touch me sexually. I'm sorry, George, but a promise is a promise."

"What about your promise to me? I was first."

"I never made you a promise; I merely stated my intentions."

"Well, fuck me with a big black dick!"

"I suppose I could do that."

"Don't you dare reach for that thing. I can't tell you how upset this makes me.
Me and Madam Connie are headed to fist city."

"She'll kick your ass, and you know it. Look, I'll set you up with all the
killer pussy you can handle: redheads, blondes, brunette's, tall, short,
cheerleaders, you name it. I can find out who wants zipless fucks, then put in
a good word for you."

"You could, huh?"

"Yes, and I know what you like."

"Commandos with legs."

"Dainty feet at one end and killer pussy at the other. My dorm is ate up with
them."

"Okay, Buddy, you got yourself a deal."

"Call me roomie."

"Roomie?"

"Connie invited me to move in with you guys."

"Hummm...we do have Cindy's bedroom sitting empty."

"Well...actually, she said that would be your room...sorry."

"Oh."

"I just hope she doesn't make you wear that awful chastity device for men. That
would make it hard for you to satisfy those horny girls. On the other hand,
you'd still have your tongue and fingers. I guess we'll just have to wait and
see, huh? Look, I have to run. I've got a lunch date with Connie at the
hospital. Oh, and Connie said take good notes for us and draw her bath at 5:50
PM, 102 degrees. Bye!"

Shit!

The End

Note: Okay, I lied. I am pussy whipped.

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or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste
ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are
offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try
anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be
deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other
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