0 comments/ 88900 views/ 12 favorites Coed Undercover By: JB252 Ben and Moussa had been going to the college for 2 years, both in the graduate biochemistry program. They were from somewhere in the Middle East, maybe Israel, maybe Lebanon. Ben was a good looking guy about 6'1" with dark hair and a big smile, liked to talk -- in slightly accented English—and had no trouble attracting the girls. Moussa was a little shorter, well muscled, also attractive, quieter, but not really shy, just more private. They had been friends since they met in the program 2 years ago, now roommates in a nice apartment near campus for the past year. Everyone assumed that they came from wealthy families; after all, a great apartment -- hardly the style one usually associated with "starving" graduate students -- each had a car, and they dressed well. Yes, these guys were obviously not hurting for the bucks. They were known for having pretty good parties with good beer, good wine, and other things. If they were Muslims, they certainly didn't let it get in the way of a good time. "What do you think? This Saturday?" Ben asked his roommate. "Why not. I could use a little fun after these past weeks of being buried in books. And we've got rent to pay, Hey Ben, you know?" "Yeah. We did pretty well in that last one. How much do we bring in?" Moussa thought for a moment, doing a little calculation in his head. "About $1500." "Not bad, " Ben laughed. "Let's do it. I'll get the word out." They finished their coffee, grabbed their books and left for class. -------------------------------- Sarah was a 22 year old poly-sci student in her final year at the college and thinking about what in hell she was going to do with this ridiculous major. She was from a small town in rural Virginia called Farmville, the youngest in a large traditional family. "My parents told me to get into pre-med," she said to herself as she was walking back to her little apartment, "but I knew better. I was going to study ways to bring peace to the world. Well, short of bringing in the millennium, what am I going to do with my life? Maybe I'll just find a nice guy and let him take care of me." She sighed to herself. For a girl as cute as she was, Sarah was fairly timid when it came to men. She remained a virgin through high school and remedied that in her sophomore year of college. In many ways, she was the proverbial small-town, traditional, nice girl. She'd had only two real boyfriends in college, but plenty of first dates. It was just that most of the guys she met were so shallow. Sarah wasn't a knockout, not a beauty queen type, but at 5'6 and 120 lbs, with long dark hair, long legs and a curvy, "provocative" figure, men did notice her. Her main problem was that she was too damned smart, running intellectual rings around most of the drones who asked her out. And she didn't want to play the game and hide her mind. If a guy wasn't up to her level, she got plain bored and quickly. -------------------------------------- Like most institutions of wayward learning, this university had a drug problem -- typical, fairly innocuous stuff, but thanks to the recent articles in the paper, people in the community had been complaining about it. So finally the local police officials were taking an interest. In cooperation with the campus security, they sent a man onto the campus to look for signs of "suspicious activity". He was so obviously out of place that he was spotted almost immediately: a narc, a snark, an aardvark was amongst us. And an odd vark he really was. He stood out like the proverbial sore thumb. A poster-boy for a junior G-man. He may as well as worn a sign around his neck when he walked up to a group of kids and asked if they knew where he could "score". About the only thing he scored was derisive laughter. After a few embarrassing days of this, he was pulled off. A new approach was needed. -------------------------------------- The head of campus security, Maurice Stans, called Sarah into his office. He had heard about her from one of her professors. Sarah was said to be smart, level-headed, conservative and definitely not involved with the drug scene. "What do you think, Sarah? Would you be willing to do a little law enforcement work as credit for your final community service project?" Sarah was dreading the community service boondoggle she, as a senior, would be forced to go through, so her interest was piqued. "I don't know. What would I have to do?" She asked. "Nothing dangerous. Just help us out with a little undercover work. We're trying to find out the source of these yellow pills that have been flooding campus." Sarah opened her eyes a little wider. "Those little yellow ones? Yes, I've seen those around. I've even been offered them a few times." She quickly added, "I've never taken them though." Mr. Stans further explained, "We think we know who is behind this, but we can't get close enough to verify it. And we don't want to call in the DEA or any outside agency; It's not big enough for them and could be embarrassing for us. We think we just have some students selling these happy pills, not some big time coke dealer here." "So what can I do?" Sarah asked. "I don't know anything about it. I don't have anything to do with drugs -- except the occasional beer." "Well," laughed Mr. Stans, "you could try to get into the social circle of our suspects and let us know what you saw. That's all. Just a little reconnaissance." Sarah was a somewhat intrigued. "What, you want me to try to date some guys? Some guys I don't even know." "Well, not necessarily date; they have parties, and we thought you might attend one of them and just keep your eyes open. Like I said, nothing too intense. You just have to play the part of a college girl, which you be able to do quite well, since that is what you are." He laughed. "You mean, I'll get credit for going to a party?" She smiled, "I'm in." Mr. Stans smiled back at her, "Good. Let me get you fully briefed, as we say." -------------------------------------- Ben usually took care of most of the party preparation: the beer, the food the music. Moussa took care of the "goodies" as he called the ecstasy pills that he sold. He was careful of his customers; he either had to know them well or be convinced that they were not cops or narcs. Those little yellows made for a nice lifestyle, and he wasn't going to jeopardize this by getting sloppy or greedy. Sarah knew of Ben through her friend Cindy who had dated Ben briefly and still remained friends with him. When she asked Cindy about the party on Saturday, Cindy said she was going and asked her if she wanted to come. Trying to be coy, Sarah told her maybe, she would think about it. But Bingo! She was in. Sarah thought about what to wear; what she wear to fit in with that crowd. Maybe something halfway between the prim missionary look and the super slut. Something fetching but no too obvious, but then again not too standoffish looking. She knew the people who went to these parties were a very casual lot: jeans and t-shirts were de rigueur for the guys. The girls usually wore jeans and t-shirts or maybe halter tops. Sarah decided to join the humdrum and wear jeans and a t-shirt. And sleeveless to add a little risqué to the ensemble. But what about the bra situation. Hmmmm. She didn't really need one. Her breasts were quite firm, and lots of girls went without unless they were too pendulous. She didn't want to appear too obviously proper. She decided on no bra. Maybe that would make her more accessible to her quarry. But the shirt would definitely not be see-through. ------------------------------------------------ At the party on Saturday, Ben was introduced by Cindy to Sarah. They spoke briefly; he gave her a beer; and then he went to the door to let in some more guests. He looked back later and saw Sarah there; she seemed to be "feeling no pain" and dancing alone. No one had yet asked her to dance; Cindy was busy with some guy; she didn't know anyone else here, so she danced by herself. He noticed that she had very nice breasts -- not very large -- but firm and high, bouncing a little when she danced. She was obviously not wearing a bra under her shirt. She was poking through distinctly. Ben thought she looked interesting, good possibilities here. But Sarah wasn't thinking of Ben as a possible date. She as ever aware of her mission at this party -- Ben and Moussa were the suspects after all. Now was time for her move. Sarah saw Moussa not too far away and walked up to him. "Hey, how's it going? You're Ben's roommate, right? I'm Sarah, a friend of Cindy's." He looked her over and said, "Hello. I'm Moussa. Welcome to our humble pad. What's going on Sarah, friend of Cindy's?" Sarah laughed and said, "Like everyone else, I'm just here for the free grub and suds." They talked for a few minutes, loudly, over the music. Sarah thought Moussa was nice, kinda cute -- for a drug dealer. Well, a suspected drug dealer anyway. She was beginning to get into her role as double agent or whatever she was supposed to be. This was fun. And much better than some community service drudgery. So Sarah the undercover agent sprang into action, but tried to do it casually, offhandedly, subtlety. "You know, Moussa, I've been really tense lately what with grade pressures and all; so would you ... ummm... guys have anything that might relax me a little?" Moussa laughed and said, "We have beer. Could I get you a cold, relaxing beer?" Sarah smiled at him coyly and answered, "I was hoping for something a little less... liquid, if you know what I mean. What are those little yellow jobs I've been seeing around." "I don't really know, Sarah." Moussa looked at her and thought, "Something is a little fishy with this one. She's just a little too cute. And doesn't seem the usual type to be interested in our stash." Sarah seemed to him to be too overt for a first meeting. He grinned at her and said, "Let me see what I can do about relaxing you. Let me talk to my guy Ben. See him over there. The tall, dark one, not as handsome as me of course, but a good guy." Sarah nodded and smiled, "Yeah, we've met." Moussa left her to go over to Ben. She thought to herself, "Damn, I'm good! This is going to be a little too easy." She was alone now and began dancing and swaying again to the music. Sidney Bristow move over, here was Sarah the super sleuth. -------------------------------- "Ben. See that little number over there. Her name is Sarah. Says she's a friend of Cindy. But she also asked about yellow pills, but, you know, too openly and too soon for my taste. Something's not right here." Moussa said. Ben looked over at Sarah and then back to Moussa. "So what do you think? We could use the business, but do you think she's trouble?" Moussa replied, "I'm not sure, but she says she wants to relax. Why don't we help her out with that first. You know what I mean?" "OK, my friend, I'll take left." Together they walked over to the slowly dancing Sarah, one on each side of her and both smiled at her. Without speaking, both guys began to dance with Sarah, she in the middle. "I'll dance with them awhile. I guess this is part of my technique, getting to know my prey, lulling them to a false sense of security." She thought to herself. They danced for a short time without any contact and then Moussa became a little brazen and approached her front, bent down to his knees and kissed her quickly on the skin of her exposed stomach -- her shirt had risen up a little while she moved in the dance. She didn't appear to object and he kept kissing her there as she danced before him. "Wait a minute. OK. I'll let them get a little friendly here but not too friendly." Sarah's inner voice spoke. Then Ben got into the act and pulled her by the arms back onto the nearby couch. "Whoa. What are you doing?" Sarah cried out. Ben spoke to her in a low voice. "This is just part of the dance. In my country, this is how we dance. A couch dance. Just relax, Sarah." He sat her down and then pulled up her shirt completely -- around her neck. She tried to pull her shirt back down to cover her now bare breasts, but now both guys were beside her on the couch, holding the shirt up and keeping her pressed against the back of the sofa, laughing, as if this were just a harmless party game. She tried to keep her cool and play her part of the willing, docile party girl but thought "Now how far do I let this go? Well, big deal, let them see my breasts. It's in a good cause. I can keep control over things". Ben bent down and took her left nipple into his mouth for a moment. A quick wet kiss. She squealed and pushed his head away. Moussa now did the same to her other nipple.She gave a little half-gasp/half-grunt of surprise and pushed him away as well. Sarah told them, "Oh my God. Cut it out. You guys are insane! Stop it!" She again tried to pull her shirt back down. But could not. The guys now leaned in and both began to suck on her nipples at the same time. "Ahhhhh!" from Sarah. Sarah was confused and her body was stunned by the brazen assault. She had to maintain control here but not lose her chance to get to know them, get them to trust her, and get the goods on them. She was on a mission after all. She sat there between them, squirming, one hand on each of their heads, trying to push them away. Sarah wasn't a virgin, but was still rather inexperienced, somewhat naïve, in matters of sex. She had gotten intimate only with her two past boyfriends. But she had certainly never experienced what these guys were doing. The effect upon her was so intense, so unexpected, it was almost overpowering. "Ooh Ahhh That hurts... no I mean tickles. Quit it now. Please." But it wasn't really pain nor tickling she was actually feeling. And it had happened too fast for her to know how to react. She tensed and wriggled her body between them on the couch and softly moaned out "Ahhh stop," and "No don't," over and over. But the guys continued their sucking. She managed to get Ben off of her left nipple for a moment using both hands to push his head, but Moussa continued licking the other one. She turned her attention to him and moved both hands to push Moussa's head away. But then Ben, now free, resumed what he was doing to her hard, wet left nipple. Having gotten free of Moussa's head, again she pushed Ben with both hands, but Moussa dove back in. And on this went, back and forth, pushing one then the other away with both hands, with the result that each nipple was being sucked in turn -- accompanied by a soft moan from her -- first one then the other: the right, the left, the right, the left -- the alternating sexual jolts slowly exhausting her, draining her resistance. She finally gave up trying to push their heads away. She gasped out, "Ooh God. This isn't fair." The sucking was beginning to arouse her, in spite of herself, "Please stop... Ahhhhh." She wondered what she should do at this point. If she screamed, she would lose her chance of getting the evidence. But she was trapped there, a guy on each side holding her, each sucking on a nipple. As it went on longer, her eyes closed and her mouth opened; she thought less and less about her reason for being at this party as her attention was diverted completely to the sensations emanating from her breasts. She laid her head back onto the couch, turning it slowly to the left and the right, becoming momentarily lost in the pleasure. She fought to regain control over herself, lifted her head, opened her eyes for a second, and saw too dark heads, both with curly black hair, under her gaze, both pressed to her chest, both sucking her. Then she slowly sank back and closed them again. She moaned quietly and thought, "I've got to remember what I'm doing here. I'm here on assignment. Ahhh. God. I'll let this go on just a little longer and then stop it...just a little longer. Oh My God." Ben relished the feel of her naked nipple in his mouth, getting harder and harder. He loved the way she moaned and writhed her body. He raised his head for a moment to look at her face, saw her eyes closed, saw that her nipple was erect, hard, wet and red. She did have beautiful breasts and lovely sexy nipples, jutting out about ½ inch. He went back to his sucking and licking. She moaned aloud again as she felt his lips back on her. She kept her hands lightly on the top of their heads and breathed more heavily as this went on. She whispered to them, "Guys. Please. I'm too sensitive. You've found my weak spot. Please. Oohhhh." Inwardly she thought, "This is killing me... but just a little longer and then I'll stop it...just a little longer." Then she knew she at the point of no return and said aloud, gasping between heavy breaths, "OK. That's it. Please stop. It is too much. I can't stand this. Stop!" Sarah naively expected they would cease now and let her up. She was accustomed to men complying when she said "No". She knew she couldn't take any more. But they surprised her and kept on sucking. She couldn't stop them. Her nipples were becoming more and more sensitive the longer they were stimulated and by now were hard beyond hard. This double assault simply overwhelmed whatever discretion or embarrassment she may have had in being kissed so intimately by relative strangers at a party. If it had only been one of them, one breast, one nipple, she could have stopped it, controlled it, kept her composure, remembered her plan. But both at the same time was melting her, destroying her resolve, winning her. She didn't know which way to turn, which breast, which nipple to focus on. It felt like sensual flames were running through her nipples into her chest thence to her very core. She moaned aloud to them, her head back, speaking softly to the air above their heads, "That's ... enough ... now... please ... stop...ooohhhh God ... please." Her brain was in utter turmoil at this point. Her thoughts were a jumble and less and less coherent, "I've got to remember. Ooh God. What? I've got to... Ooohh...I've got... Ahhh... I've...got..." Moussa kept at his task, feeling this girl beneath his mouth, smelling her perfume mingled with her excitement. She was responding well. He reached up, pulled her hand from his head and held it, their fingers intermingled, holding hands with her like a boyfriend. Her chest swayed back and forth, pulling back from his mouth, but never getting away from it, and then pushing forward to the origin of her torment. She began to softly cry, a cry of deep pleasure, without tears, but a cry of being carried away by the overpowering feelings. She writhed her chest about beneath their mouths, pinned beneath them, unable to resist what they were doing to her nipples and breasts. Sarah was beyond speech now and almost beyond thought. What they were doing to her was too much for her to bear. Too much to resist. The trapped girl began to mix louder moans with her cries now. She was helpless. Her panties felt wet inside her jeans. Hearing her cries, Ben stopped sucking for a moment. Moussa felt his movement back and stopped as well. They looked at each other and smiled and then at Sarah. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, her chest and breasts rising as she gathered in great gasps of air with each breath. They knew she was almost ready. In these few brief moments of pause from the assault upon her breasts, Sarah, trying to catch her breath, shook her head quickly, trying to regain some semblance of rational thought. She thought, "What is happening? Who are these guys? What was I doing here? Ohhh. Yes, that's right, I am here to watch for..." But at that point, the guys nodded to each other and resumed their sucking of her still exposed, rigid, saliva-glistening nipples. The sensation to Sarah was so intense that once she felt the shock of their mouths again all she was able to utter was a moan and her brain went back into its cloud. Coed Undercover Ch. 02 The next day after the party, as she was walking to class, she held her books up in front of her chest, an unaccustomed way to carry them for her. Noticing this, she wondered why she was doing this. Then she noticed that her nipples were hard. Then it hit her. Oh God, she was still reacting to what happened last night. She was unconsciously protecting her breasts. That is nuts. Did she think someone would spring at her and attack her nipples when she was walking to class? Like those two beasts last night. That stupid party had affected her more than she wanted to admit. What happened last night? What had happened to this nice, quiet, generally un-promiscuous and old-fashioned girl? Sarah attempted to take stock of what indeed had happened to her. She had attended the party with the intention of finding out if the two guys -- Ben and Moussa -- were somehow involved in selling pills on campus. But somehow it had all gone wrong, very wrong. She had ended up flat on her back, naked, with Ben making love... no... this wasn't love-making; this was raw fucking, pure and simple. She had been carried away by the impetuosity of what had been done to her, by the forcefulness, and by the overpowering sensations. No, this wasn't love; this was a conquest by raw masculine power. With her sexual inexperience, she had not been prepared for what had been done to her; the utter pleasure of it had been astonishing. But it did take two of them, two strong men, to overpower her -- that was some consolation. Thinking about it even now, the next day, brought tingly tremors to her body. How could she have let them do such things to her? They had taken sexual advantage of her. That must be it. She was a victim of sexual assault. She could turn them in. No. People saw her dancing with them and on the couch with them. She shuddered at that memory: on the couch with both of them sucking her breasts. How would she explain that? And Cindy saw her when she came out of the bedroom, after she had been made to come twice, both times noisily. No, she couldn't play the victim here. Maybe the beer had affected her sense of propriety. Yeah, she could blame the beer. Regardless, she would get back at these bastards by fingering them for drug dealing, and she was certain they were doing exactly that. The next time she met them, she would be smarter and take precautions. The first time they had taken her by surprise; she wasn't at all prepared for what they had done. How dared they? What had Cindy called it? "Double-teaming" was her term. They had held her down and got to her erogenous zones. What could she have done? It had all happened so fast. And God it was exciting! No, she mustn't think that. It wasn't exciting, it was rape; well no, maybe not actual rape, but certainly taking advantage. She'd turn the tables and show these guys. But next time there would no braless business. Her nipples were much too sensitive. She had learned that last night. Oh God, how they had sucked her! No, she mustn't think about such things. She would show them next time. She would plan it out better next time. She definitely had to dress to protect her apparently over-sensitive nipples. That was how they had got to her; it wasn't her fault. Why hadn't she worn a bra last night? Her damn nipples were exposed and they had used that to get the better of her. She had never imagined that having them sucked both at the same time would be so thrilling. No, no more of these thoughts, I've got to get back to business here. Oh, what would Sydney do? Well, one thing she would do is not to think about how Ben's penis had felt plunging into her, fucking her steadily, possessing her utterly, forcing her orgasm and causing her to lose all control. What? What drivel is this? What was she thinking? No more! Why was her body still tingling like a mild electric charge went through it? "God, I've got to get to class and get my mind off last night." After class, walking back to her apartment, she wrestled with the still resonant emanations of the previous evening. After much pondering, she decided to take the tack that last night, the whole performance, was really part of her act, her scheme to trap the two malefactors, seduce them into a state of trust. Yeah. That's right. I pretended to let them use me... but with an ulterior motive. They'll be sorry. I faked being swept away by pleasure when actually... "Sarah, you are more clever than they gave you credit for. " -------- Once back at the apartment, she remembered she had to check in with Mr. Stans, the campus security chief, her handler, as it were, in this undercover operation. "Good morning, Mr. Stans. It's Sarah Kaplan. I'm reporting in." Sarah said. "Hello. Sarah. How did things go last night? You did go to the party, didn't you?" "Oh yes. I went and I think I made significant progress." "Well, what exactly happened? Did you see any suspicious drug activity?" Mr. Stans asked. Sarah hesitated a bit, "Actually...nooo... not specifically. Well, almost. But I was trying to move slowly. I had just met them, and I was trying to win their confidence. But I didn't see any actual drugs yet." "So nothing really happened?" Mr. Stans asked. "Nothing to do with drugs per se, but I think I'm onto something. I made friends with them. I just need a little more time to get into their good graces." "All right, Sarah, but you are to be very careful. And check in with me every day while you are helping us. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir," Sarah saluted vocally. ------- Sarah got Ben's phone number from Cindy. It took some courage, but she called him just after hanging up with Cindy. "Hello. Is this Ben? This is Sarah. Remember me from last night?" Her heart was beating faster. "Hey Sarah. I think I can place you. It was a pretty crazy party last night. You're the short blond, right?" He asked teasingly. Sarah laughed, "That's right, the 5'6" short blonde with dark brown hair. I'm so pleased you haven't forgotten me after all this time. How have you been?" It was amazing to Sarah that they spoke so casually after the close intimacy just a few hours before. "I guess this is just being cool," she thought. "I'm recovering nicely, thank you, Sarah. Why'd you leave so early last night?" Sarah was glad he could not see her blush, "I got a little tired. Long day, I suppose. But, seriously Ben, do you recall what we were talking about before we...ahhh...got distracted?" "No, refresh my memory." "I wanted to know if you could help me get my hands on some ... ummm...pharmaceuticals?" "Sarah. This is really not something I really want to talk about on the phone. If you want to get together later here..." She responded, "Yeah, I understand, sure, but I don't really want to go back to your place today. I've already seen it after all. So could we meet someplace public, maybe meet for coffee?" Sarah was the cool customer. Ben replied, "I'll meet you for coffee but not someplace public. It sounds like you want to discuss things we may not want to have overheard. Do you understand my meaning?" Sarah did some quick thinking. His place was out. Too dangerous. Too many uncomfortable and very vivid memories. And if he wouldn't meet in a restaurant, then maybe her apartment would be all right. That should be safe, during the day with no booze and no provocative clothing. "OK. What about you coming here this afternoon some time? We could have coffee and talk. I live in the Belmore Apartments, number 302. Can you find that?" "I know where they are. I'll be there about 3 if that's OK with you." Sarah felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of seeing Ben again, no, rather at the thought of getting him alone so she could do her undercover work." "I'll see you then Ben. Bye." ------- When she heard the knock at her door at 3:10, she was ready. She was dressed in a modestly cut skirt, not tight, just knee length, a simple unsexy blouse over a bra, but no shoes. She never wore shoes around her apartment and saw no reason to now. It didn't occur to her that some might find her bare legs and feet to be mildly suggestive. But Sarah had other plans and schemes brewing just now. With a touch of investigative genius, she secreted her mini voice-recorder inside the drawer in the table near the couch, with the drawer left a little open so the voices would record. It was a small apartment, so it should pick up anywhere they were talking. Before too long, she would have the evidence she needed on tape. She opened the door. Ben was standing there with a smile. She invited him in, poured them each a cup of coffee and sat down to talk at the little table in the kitchen. "Ben, I've got to tell you, last night was a little weird for me. I mean I'm not used to getting that 'friendly' with someone I just met. Nowhere near that friendly." Ben said sincerely, "Sarah, I know what you mean. It was strange for me too. I guess we just got carried away, you know, the beer, the music, your intoxicating perfume, your beautiful smile." Sarah knew this was nonsense, that this sexual game was more than likely a regular pastime for Ben and Moussa, but decided to maintain the cool poise of a seasoned investigator. "Yeah, that was probably it." "Sarah, you just swept me off my feet." "Okay. Ben let's stop beating around the you know what here. Will you sell me some ecstasy pills?" Ben got up from his seat, walked over to her and said "I'll tell you a little secret first." He moved close to her ear as if ready to impart some important confidence. She started back a little at his closeness, but was secure that she was in charge of the situation. He then gently held her chin, turned her face to his, and kissed her on the mouth. She let him hold it a few seconds -- to be polite -- and pulled away. "Come on, Ben, I wanted to talk business here." "Sure Sarah," and kissed her again a little harder and a little longer this time. "Why don't you go back over there so we can talk?" pointing to his chair. Ben whispered to her, "OK Sarah" and kisses her again, holding her to his lips a little longer. When she broke contact again, pushing against his chest with her hands, she was breathing a little harder. She said in a voice a little breathless with the effects of the kiss, "Then I'll go over there. I'm serious. I want to talk about this." He nods assent and kisses her again. "Look. What happened last night is not going to happen again! Do you understand?" "Yes, I do." He kissed her again. She reached up her hand to slap him. He caught the hand, held it and kissed her again. She twisted her face away, so the next kiss was on her cheek. She squirmed as her found her lips yet again. "I can't talk if you keep kissing me." she said to him between kisses. Ben smiled at her and said "OK. I'll be serious. Just give me one real kiss and then we'll talk. I promise." "Do you promise?" "Absolutely." This time he pressed his lips to hers, pulled her to him, arms around her, and held the kiss for a long time, their mouths locked, moving sinuously together. He felt Sarah's mouth open just a little under his. After a considerable length of time, she finally pulled away, hoping he wouldn't notice her quick breathing, eyes closed for a few seconds after the kiss ended. Her mouth was half open and her lips looked swollen and red, as if wounded by the action. Sarah thought, "I think I've softened him up enough. Now he'll trust me." Ben looked at her and said, "I understand you want to find out where to get some yellow pills. Maybe we can help you out, but I have to be sure first that you aren't with the police or such." Sarah laughed, "How could you think that? I'm a student here like you. Would a policeman, uhh, woman, or police person kiss you like that?" "Maybe, maybe not, but you have to prove to me that you are safe before I can go any further. You've got to be careful in my business." Sarah asked, "Just what is your business?" "That you are about to find out, if I can trust you." Sarah frowned, "What do you want me to do? Didn't we do enough last night? Wasn't that sufficient proof?" "Let's be honest. Last night Moussa and I seduced you. You were a little drunk and maybe just got carried away. Now I want you to show me you are OK without me forcing you." Sarah sighed, "What do I have to do?" "I've got an idea. Let me just kiss you for 10 minutes. I won't do anything else, kust kissing, but I want exactly 10 minutes. If after that time you want me to stop, I will. And then we'll talk about the drugs. Just 10 minutes. I'll set the timer on my cell phone." Sarah thought about his proposition, "This is a little silly, but hell, what harm can a little kissing do? And I can stand mostly anything for 10 minutes. I'm tough. I got my last filling without Novocain. And I don't think he's going to hurt me, so 10 measly minutes is a good investment if I can get what I want." She felt her nipples tense a bit recalling the stimulation of the previous night, but she swore to herself that such a thing was not going to happen this time. She was better prepared now, mentally ready, strong and alert, Agent Sarah. She looked up at Ben "OK. But my clothes stay on. 10 minutes and then you stop, and we then do business. Is that the agreement? You promise?" "Yes, absolutely." Ben took his cell phone from his hip pocket and activated the alarm function. He showed Sarah that he set it to exactly 10 minutes. He put it down on the table and said, "OK we're on the clock. Go sit down on the couch." Sarah looked at him quizzically with an "are you serious?" expression. She saw that he was. So she did what he asked and walked over to the sofa. He then gently nudged her back into a sitting position. He knelt down in front of her, opened her knees with his hands, and pushed his face under her skirt between her legs. Sarah was at first startled, then annoyed, shoving him away roughly. "What are you doing? I thought you said you were just going to kiss me?" Ben answered softly, "I did and I will, just kissing. But if you want to call it off, I'll stop now." Sarah made a decision that she was later to regret. After all she had set this whole thing up, and she was so very close to getting what she wanted from Ben. She didn't want it to unravel for want of a few minutes. Sarah sighed with resignation, "OK. Kiss me any way you want, but my clothes stay on and you must stop after the 10 minutes is up." "Absolutely." Ben pushed her skirt back up her thighs and again gently drew open her knees, and moved his face back between her legs, Sarah felt his head moving near her very quick and felt alarm and excitement at the same time. If he was going to do what she feared he was going to do, this was something she had rarely experienced. She wasn't sure how she would react. But 10 minutes wasn't a long time; it would go by fast. She would concentrate on not getting aroused. She was certain she could hold out. Ben pressed the incursion with his mouth straight into her genitals, moving aide her panties with one hand, forced his face into her core, into and past her pussy lips -- opening them wetly and forcefully with his tongue. Sarah was surprised both at the audacity of his assault and at the intensity of the sensation this provoked. She gasped loudly and grabbed the tops of his shoulders with her hands, as if she could somehow contain the intimate attack by gripping and steering his shoulders with her fingers. This was not what Sarah had expected when Ben had said he would kiss her. "Oh my God. I never thought he would do that. But 10 minutes is all I've got to endure." As Ben licked her, Sarah tried to restrain any vocal reaction and kept her lips pressed tightly together, keeping any moan within, not wishing to encourage him with evidence of the initial success of this so very intimate contact. Ben worked on her, wanting her to feel every stoke of his tongue, every press of his lips. After only about a minute of the required 10 had elapsed, Sarah's hips began to writhe around as if attempting escape from Ben's provocative mouth and tongue. She instinctively clenched her legs and thighs together to protect herself, but his head and hands kept them apart sufficiently to continue what he was doing. Her inner voice was more honest, more expressive, "Ohhh. God, I've got to maintain my composure for 10 minutes. Last just 10 minutes. I can put up with this. Ahhhhh. How many minutes now? Ohhhh! Why did I agree to this? He knows just how to get to me. Ahhhh." Struggling, moving her lower body around seemingly at random, pivoting around his mouth, twisting left and right, from between gritting teeth, she gasped aloud to Ben with a quavering voice, "How... m...much... ti... ti... time... is there le...left?" Ben stopped his licking for a moment to say "The alarm will ring. Relax. The time is almost up." And he plunged back in with greater vigor: licking, kissing, sucking. Sarah's skirt was bunched around her waist. Ben was between her bare legs -- her panties no protection at all now -- buried in her moist center, feeling her writhe and squirm her body on the couch, turning one way then the other, still silent except for heavy breathing and sharp intakes of air. Ben had been told he was pretty good at eating pussy. And he was going to make sure Sarah got the full benefit of his expertise, licking and teasing, gently biting, running his tongue along the outer lips, the inner lips, and then tasting as deep into her as he could; then back to the hardening clitoris for a few quick swipes. Sarah was angry with herself for getting into this position -- she could feel herself falling away, melting. The pleasure of his mouth on her was so powerful. What was this bastard doing to her? She laid head back onto the couch, clenched her teeth and could keep quiet no longer: "Oohhh... How much longer? Ahhh...Is it almost over...Ohhh?" Much as she tried, she was not able to keep her reactions unvoiced. The little moans and gasps came out whether she wanted them to or not. Damn him! This time Ben didn't leave off to reply, but merely grunted a quick affirmative "Umm Hmm" as he feasted on her. As much as she struggled to refrain from showing the effect upon of what he was doing, every time he touched her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, Sarah's pelvis twitched as if shocked and she let out another plaintive cry. In spite of her exasperation with herself, the sensations of ecstasy, too powerful to ignore, began to grow from around Sarah's sex, moving down her legs into her feet and even into her toes which she gripped in an automatic reaction to the excitation in her loins. Then it cascaded upward through her thighs, past her stomach, to her chest upwards into her neck and threatened to explode her brain with unwanted passion. She rolled her head to the side, eyes tightly shut, grimacing with the effort to hold back the onrushing tide of passion. As she struggled, she became more vocal: "Ahhh... My God ... Oh Ben... you can't... ahhh...ohhhh. It's too much. Stop for second. Let me...ohhh... catch my breath. Just stop for a second." Ben gave another "Umm Hmm" as he continued. Ben felt her hands move to his head, grasping it on both sides, not pushing away, just holding him where he was. As he licked and nibbled, he felt her thighs begin to twitch, spasmodically, as if his tongue was sending little galvanic shocks through her, causing her to shudder all over her body. He moved his hands from around her upper legs up past her skirt, under her blouse, crawled over her bare stomach to insinuate under her bra, a little tight, but still accessible, and then reached her erect nipples: first delicately pinching and then brushing them lightly, squeezing and tweaking them, in unison with his licking below, between his thumbs and forefinger. The effect upon Sarah was instantaneous. Coed Undercover Ch. 02 "Oohhh. You said just kissing. I hate this. Not my nipples again! Ahhhh... Oohhh...Jesus... Ooohhh... Ben. Stop it. Is the time almost up?" Maybe 5 minutes had gone by, and Sarah was well on the way to a reluctant orgasm. She cursed and moaned and screamed, jerked her body, kicked out her legs, and tried to squirm away from the erotic torture he was inflicting upon her, but could not get away. His mouth dominated her will, possessed her soul through her pussy, his fingers only adding to the agony by tormenting and exciting her nipples, the flame of anger and resentment she had kept burning within slowly dying away until she was now only able to react as an instrument to his infuriating touches, unable to initiate any movement of her own volition but only to respond. Nevertheless deep within herself, in a small hidden core that Ben had not yet reached, she still fought the enticement with as much concentration, as much determination as she could muster; she shivered and trembled with the effort. "Ohhh...I... will... not.. Oh God...You will not make me come... Ahhh." Sarah croaked out. At minute 7, after two more impossibly long minutes of having her clitoris rapidly stroked with his tongue and her fully erect nipples massaged, Sarah shook her head rapidly back and forth in denial of what was surely coming; she tried to hold her breath, to brace herself against the rising tide, to fight on a little longer, but suddenly, irrevocably, she knew she could endure no more of this. He had her now. The dual stimulation -- below and above -- was too much for Sarah and propelled her forcefully over the edge into the abyss. Surrender. One more lick her of clitoris and again her pussy jerked up involuntarily toward his mouth; but this time her pelvis froze tremblingly in an arched position against his mouth as she spasmed and came and screamed out her rage, her anguish, her pleasure. Surrender. Her insides melted. Waves of fulfillment cascaded over her, suffocating her, washing away the last vestiges of anger and resentment, as she shook and vibrated and tightened all of her muscles, striving for release and gratification and then finally peace. Surrender. Ben could feel her giving in, her juices flowing more copiously now, her sex quivering under his lips, and played her like a finely tuned instrument, staying with her through the entire symphony of her surging orgasm, feeling her body gyrate and tremble against his mouth, her nipples hardening further under his fingers as he flicked them back and forth, her legs clenched hard around his head, her moans and screams providing an obbligato to the passionate tumultuous finale of wildly moving arms and legs and torso. As she peaked, he stopped the tongue-caresses of her clitoris, too sensitive now for such, but tenderly held it in his lips as he held her bare nipples trapped in his fingers, staying with her, encouraging her to derive as much pleasure as possible from the experience. When he felt her thighs frantically enfolding his head at last stop shaking, and relax away from their tight embrace around his ears, her screams dying out, he released her, moving his mouth back from her pussy, kissing her on each soft inside thigh and pulled his head away. Ben looked up at her. Sarah lay as he had placed her originally on the couch, legs open, arms at her sides, hands clenched into fists, chest rising and falling with accentuated breaths, eyes closed, head back, mouth open with the tip of her tongue lolling about her lower lip, caressing it softly as she slowly came back to herself. The orgasm had been shattering for Sarah, the more so because she had been trying to deny it, stave it off, hold out for the 10 minutes and not submit again to this man she was attempting to entrap, the potency of her crisis seemingly amplified in proportion to the desperate attempt she had made to withstand the titillation and not give in. She gradually gathered her will together from the billowy clouds of confusion that were encompassing her mind and managed to say between gulps of air with eyes still shut "Damn it. I don't believe this. What did you do to me? Is the time up yet?" "Almost, Sarah." Sarah, too weakened by the orgasm to put up any fight, didn't resist Ben taking her up into his arms, one arm under her legs and one under her back, lifting her and carrying her into her bedroom. As he carried her, Sarah thought, "It seems whenever I'm with Ben, I always start off on the couch and end up on my back in the bedroom. This undercover work is not getting any easier." She knew what was coming next -- definitely not kissing -- but still in the dizzying throes of post-orgasmic bliss, had no strength of will to protest. Ben deposited her onto her back on her bed and removed his pants and underpants. Her top remained on, but he slid her damp panties off past bare legs and feet. Sarah briefly looked at him, seeing that his penis was erect, threatening but also exciting. She closed her eyes again, could not oppose him when he mounted her and slid into her completely, to the hilt, pubic hair intermingling. Sarah gasped as she felt the powerful provocation of his prick deep within her. "Ohhhhh God. This...is...not...kissing." He held himself there, not moving, but stretching her, warming her, urging her, possessing her. Sarah was lost in the sensations. Just then the cell alarm sounded. Spurred by the sound of the alarm signal, Sarah regained enough of her willpower to react. She fluttered open her eyes, gazed up at Ben and moaned out unconvincingly, "Ahhhh...the time's up... Oohh... you've got to stop... Oohhh... take it out." As she was saying this, Ben could feel her inner pussy involuntarily clutching him, massaging him as he held hard and erect and potent inside of her. "OK, Sarah." In compliance with his promise, he started to ease out of her, very slowly, agonizingly slowly, a deliberate gradual quarter inch at a time, teasingly, with Sarah's inner muscles gripping him down there as if reluctant to release him. His withdrawal proceeded slowly, slowly, tormenting her, moving a little out and then resting, prolonging her agony, withdrawing just a fraction more before the next pause. This technique was excruciating to Sarah; she was aware of his slightest movement, and keenly felt every tantalizing inch of him as he pulled back so carefully, so methodically, so mercilessly. By the time his full length was almost removed and only his cock head remained nestled inside, Sarah was almost beside herself, in erotic anguish, venting with a prolonged low moan. She couldn't take any more of this and gradually gave in to the torturous incitement of him, yielded her will, submitted to him again, groaned and murmured softly, "Ahhhh... Oh go on... Ahhhh...I hate you...Ooohhh...put it back... God Oh... please don't stop." "Yes, Sarah." The fucking lasted considerably more than 10 minutes. Ben maintained a slow, controlled steady pace. Sarah's next orgasm was long and deep, temporarily driving from her head all thoughts of her secret scheme to ensnare Ben and Moussa. When Ben came soon thereafter, she clutched him close to her, with hands and feet, arms and legs, feeling him explode inside her. Her body obviously loved what he was doing to her, but she despised him for his conquest and herself for her weakness. But this wasn't over. Coed Undercover Between moans and groans she managed to breathe out a barely audible "stop" a few times, low and half-heartedly, interspersed with a "please" and then a deep sigh. The sucking was killing her. "Stop... Please... Ahhh." The nipple sucking continued on for about 10 minutes. Finally, the guys, as if obeying some hidden but agreed-upon signal, stopped together. Ben gave his nipple one last kiss. Then Moussa did the same. Sarah sat there gasping, stunned, unable to move, her shirt still around her neck, her breasts still exposed, her nipples quite erect and obviously aroused. "Ben, you take her; it's your turn." Moussa said. Ben pulled her up by her arms onto wobbly legs, led her into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. Sarah was so turned on by what she had gone through that she was unable to think or resist. For Sarah everything moved too fast, in a slow-motion blur. The next thing she knew she was on the bed, naked, with Ben lying on top of her, his chest pressing against her breasts, his mouth buried in her neck, kissing her there as he moved rhythmically on top of her. Her legs were wrapped around his back. He was inside of her, thrusting slowly, in control. A little while later Sarah's orgasmic cries of passion were audible to those still at the party from behind that door. Later. Having experienced two intense orgasms, Sarah lay on the bed dizzy, exhausted, now alone. She slowly came to her senses, got up, cleaned herself in the bathroom, wiping away the visible signs of recent passion, found her clothes on the floor and dressed. She walked with an unsteady gait out of the bedroom back into the living room where the party was still going on. She saw Ben and Moussa talking across the room. Sarah's body was still tingling and shaky. Cindy saw her and walked up to her. "Sarah. You are the wild one. You got double-teamed there on the couch." Sarah looked at her, embarrassed, shaking her head and said "I'm not really sure what happened." Cindy smiled, "Oh. They do that all the time. It's a game with them. Some girls resist them and some obviously don't. You seemed to be really getting into it." Sarah's felt humiliated, both at her complete submission to the "party trick" and to her failure in her first undercover assignment. But she silently vowed to get revenge. Now if only her legs would stop shaking. End of Part 1.