22 comments/ 60074 views/ 4 favorites College Daze Ch. 01 By: The Style Guy I remember reading the classic, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, as a youngster. Something about the duel personality of the main character hit home for me. I realized at an early age that I had an evil side. * My family, neighbors, and friends would have laughed at the notion. Evil? Mean? Him? No way! I hid it well. I'm Christopher. I am a twenty year old college sophomore. Eighteen months ago, I was a fresh high school graduate. I moved from my Connecticut home and enrolled in a well known Atlanta engineering college. Coming from an upper middle-class family, I knew I had it easier than most. Mom and Dad had saved for my education. Although money wasn't going to be a problem, I was determined to be independent. I had the drive, competitiveness, and ruthlessness to achieve my goals. All I needed was a bit of luck. The luck came quite by accident, three weeks after I moved south for my freshman year. I was sitting in the parking lot of a local Best Buy. I had just purchased an expanded memory card for my digital camera and was testing the equipment. I noticed the blonde locks of a woman as her BMW whizzed by me and parked across the isle and a few spaces down. Figuring that test pictures of a pretty blonde were better than the photos I had taken, I waited for her to exit the car. I was surprised when she stayed in the car until a Volvo S80 Sedan stopped and idled in front of her vehicle. The blonde jumped from her car, gazed around the parking lot, walked quickly to the Volvo and jumped in. I had three immediate thoughts. Damn, she's hot. Shit, I forgot to take her picture. This is weird. As an eighteen year old, fresh from high school, I was naive. However, I'm not dumb. I knew something was strange and decided to follow the Volvo. I trailed the couple out of the shopping area and onto the interstate. Keeping three or four cars between us, we drove for twenty minutes and exited onto a busy commercial street. A few miles down the street, the Volvo pulled into the parking lot of "The Bluebird," a cheap by-the-hour motel. I parked at the 7-11 across the street and took pictures of the man as he exited the car and went into the motel office. A few minutes later, I took more pictures as he walked back to the car, opened the passenger door, helped the blonde out and led her to room 103. As soon as the hotel room door closed, I reviewed the eighteen photos I'd taken. I was mesmerized when I had a chance to study the blonde. I guessed that she was in her mid-thirties. She was dressed like a professional in a dark emerald green blouse, black knee length skirt/suit set and black pumps with a two inch heal. She had sexy legs and a nice set of tits. The man was nothing special. He was average height, a bit over weight with a small tire around his middle and was balding. I guessed that he was in his early forties. I waited almost three hours for the couple to emerge from the room and almost missed them when they did. I snapped a few additional pictures and high-tailed it back to Best Buy . I arrived before the pair and positioned myself so I could take photos of her as she exited the Volvo. I wanted the Best Buy sign in the background. The sedan barely came to a stop, before the blonde jumped from the passenger seat and briskly walked to her car. I was able to get three great shots of her before she roared out of the parking lot. You might think that I had a plan worked out in my head, but that would be a lie. I was running on the instinct of a dumb eighteen year old. I decided to follow the woman. We drove ten minutes to an office building that housed Marlin Real-estate and Marlin Mortgage. It was approaching 4 p.m. As it was Tuesday, I doubted the woman would be working too late, so I hung out in the parking lot. At 4:45, she came out of the building with two other professionally dressed women. She got in her car and I followed again. After leaving work, her first stop was a local grocery store. I took a few quick photos and followed her in. I'm glad I did. She had a short list in her delicate hand. Her fingers were tipped with long red fingernails. Her shoulder length blonde hair was parted. It bounced as she glided down the food isles. It was difficult to see the size of her breasts as she was wearing a waist length suit jacket. Her suit skirt hugged her swaying hips. When my mystery woman stooped to pick up a box of cereal from the bottom shelf, I could see a gap between her skirt top and her blouse and suit jacket. The sexy lace of her string thong rode up over the top of her skirt. I wondered if thongs were part of her everyday attire or if she wore it for her afternoon rendezvous. Her next stop was an after-school day care. I took pictures as she hurried inside and returned a few minutes' later, leading two children. I guessed her daughter was ten and her son was seven. Heading south, I followed as the family drove to an upper middle-class neighborhood. They arrived in their driveway just before a second car. I laughed when I realized that "Dad" was home also. Parking four houses away, I finished my afternoon activities by taking pictures of the days end reunion. Dad hugged and kissed his wife and children and led them into their home. It would have been a perfect Norman Rockwell moment, except I knew that Mom had spent her afternoon getting banged in a third rate motel. As I said, I did not have a plan. I spent that evening trying to determine the possible uses of the information. My final list contained sixteen uses, but three stood out like a blinding light; power, money and sex. The next morning, I phoned the receptionist at The Marlin Companies. Introducing myself, I started, "Hi, my name is Chris. Last weekend, I met a woman from your company and we talked about a new mortgage. I lost her business card and forgot her name, but I'd like to do business with her. She's in her thirties and has blonde hair." "I'm sorry sir, but that describes a number of employees." "The only other thing I remember is that she drives a BMW." The receptionist chuckled, "That makes it easy. You met Mrs. Roy. Michelle Roy. Would you like me to connect you?" "Michelle Roy. Yes, that's right. I'd rather get her email address and send her my requirements before I phone her." After getting her email address, I disconnected the call. I debated on what to write Mrs. Roy in the initial email. In the end, I filled in "Tuesday afternoon at The Bluebird" in the subject line and sent six photos of Michelle and the fat guy going into the hotel. Her response took two minutes and simply said, "Who are you?" I did not respond until the same time the next day. I sent seven photo's of the couple leaving the motel and climbing into his car. That day, the response took less than a minute, "I'm going to call the cops, if you don't tell me who you are." "Sure you are Michelle," I thought to myself. Classes were starting that day, so I was busy. When I checked my email account after dinner, Michelle had sent three more notes. Two were threats and the last simply asked, "What do you want?" On Friday morning, I sent an email that included Michelle climbing from the man's Volvo and moving toward her BMW. It also included a picture of her at the grocery store, two from the daycare facility and one of the day end reunion with Dad. I let Michelle stew over the weekend. I'll admit, I was swamped with work from my first week of classes and spent a few hours in the library. I did not want to get behind. On Saturday evening, one of the university's fraternities hosted the first party of the year. Around 11 p.m., I hooked up with a cute southern belle. She was also a freshman and dressed in a white tee-shirt and tight blue jeans. We danced for three or four dances and then fought our way through the crowd and to the bar. We shared two shots and two beers. We were buzzed and spent some time kissing on a worn couch in the corner of the basement. Her name was June. She looked like an innocent little eighteen year-old and kissed like she knew what she was doing. June pulled her talented tongue from my mouth long enough to ask, "Do you want to go back to my room?" "My room is closer and my roommate went home for the weekend." Ten minutes later, June and I were topless and laying in my small college issued twin bed. After kissing for a while, I worked my lips over her neck and throat. I kissed her shoulders and the swell between her breasts. Her tits were cute B-Cups with tiny red nipples. June hissed, "Yeesssss," as I slipped her right nipple into my mouth. I kissed, sucked, licked and fondled back and forth between her breasts. "Oh God, you do that so well." By the time I had finished, her mounds were bright red. I pinched and twisted her nipples as I kissed my way over her stomach and to the top of her jeans. June reached to the top of her pants and unsnapped the button. Kissing further down, her zipper was forced open. I kissed to the top of her purple panties. Then hooked my fingers into the waist of her snug jeans, worked them over her hips and off. I settled between June's spread thighs. While kissing lightly along her g-string and the outline of her pussy, I teased her and asked, "Do you like having your pussy licked?" June grabbed two fists full of my hair, "Yes. Please. Lick me. Please." Ignoring the pressure on my hair, I continued to kiss and lick her camel toe. The crotch of her panties had a large wet purple spot from her leaking pussy. "Please eat me. I'm so fucking horny," June begged. I pulled her panties to the side. She had a trimmed muff and swollen, deep red pussy lips. Her clit was clearly visible, poking from her hood. I leaned in and nibbled her pussy lips, while June grunted and sighed. I slowly increased the tempo and was soon alternating between tongue fucking her cunt and deeply licking her slit. June was holding my head with two hands, but let me set the pace. "Oh Chris . . . please don't . . . sssssstop." June bucked against my face as she had her first orgasm. As she settled, I continued to tongue her pussy as deep as I could. When she regained her senses, I started to circle her clit with my tongue. June immediately tensed and started to hiss, "Oh yes . . .yyyyyyes . . . fuck yyyyeesss . . .aaaaagggghhhhh . . . YYYEEEESSSS!" I eased off her clit again. With my face inches from her gapping snatch, I pushed three fingers into her tight tunnel. It took a few seconds of searching before I found her g-spot. A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips as I rubbed against it. I paced my finger fuck and slowly brought her to another climax. As she peaked higher and higher, I attached my lips to her clit and sucked hard. June exploded like a firecracker. "FFuuuucckkk. I'm . . . cummmmming . . . aaagggainnnn." June violently bucked into my mouth and fingers. June was hugging herself and quietly sobbing as she finished. "Did you cum?" I teased. June slapped the top of my head. "Oh my God. That was wonderful." Gently, I kissed her thighs and slowly up over her stomach. When I reached June's cherry red nipples, I gently sucked them until she murmured, "so nice." While I had been eating June's pussy, I had worked my pants down my legs and had kicked them off. Leaving her breasts, I kissed her neck and finally reached her lips. We kissed gently. In this position, my dick nestled against her spread pussy lips. Our tongues explored each others mouths as I slid my shaft along her slit. I whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now." June's eyes were closed and she wrapped both arms around my neck. "Yes. Stick it in. Do it now . . . Oh, please fuck me." It was the moment of truth. I had been able to keep the size of my cock from June until now. I'm not freaky porn star huge, but I am way above average. I'm eight inches long and as thick as an average women's wrist. I'm big enough to worry most girls I meet. I reached between our bodies and lined my dick up against her dripping pussy. I eased the head and first three inches in. Her pussy held me for a second and then I popped through. June's eyes bugged open and she tensed up. "SSSShhhhh," I whispered. "Easy baby." Holding my dick in place, I asked her, "Did I treat you well, while I ate your pussy?" She breathed hard and nodded. "This will feel just as good . . . maybe even better . . . I promise." Between gasps of breath she said, "It's so big." "Yeah, it's real big. Will you trust me to make you feel good?" June closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and nodded in agreement. I leaned down and kissed June. Our tongues tangled again and I pushed another two inches in. June whimpered and sucked in a deep breath, but continued our kiss. I waited a few minutes and let her to adjust to the five inches buried in her pussy. When she finally relaxed, I slowly fucked her. I slowly eased five thick inches in and out. June was so tight and wet. Her pussy gripped me, but her juice let me gently thrust into her. "OOOhhh . . . OOOOOhhhhhh . . . EEEErrrrggggg," her moans were exciting me. Wanting June to remember our first time together, I fucked her slowly and carefully. Every few minutes I pushed a little deeper into her snatch. Her orgasms weren't explosive, but she continually rolled from one to the next. When I was finally buried completely, with my balls resting against the crack of her ass, I rested. Sweet dripped from both of our bodies as I rose up and looked into June's beautiful face. "Baby, you feel so good. I'm getting close . . . I'm not going to last much longer." "Fuck me . . . do me hard . . . I want to feel you cum inside me." As I bent in to kiss her and started to stroke all eight inches into her, June wrapped her legs around my back and rode me. "Fuck . . . so good . . . fill me . . . I want your cum . . ." I'm embarrassed to say I only lasted a few short minutes before my balls started to boil. "I'm getting close baby." "Me too . . . IIIIIIII'm cummmming." As she bucked into me, she reached underneath and massaged my swinging balls. I exploded and shot my load deep in June's pussy. I eased out of her, rolled onto my side and pulled June's body against me. We were both content to cuddle and rest for a while. June's head rested against my chest. As she absently toyed with the hair on my stomach, my semi hard dick began to stir. She reached between my thighs and wrapped my fingers around my staff. "Can't believe this fit inside me." "If you ask me, it fit rather nicely." June giggled. I was still slick with her juices as she slide to my mushroom tip and circled my piss hole with her thumb. When I jumped from her touch, she giggled again. It took just a few short minutes and I was rock hard again. June shimmied down my body and kissed and licked my dick and balls. Looking up from between my spread thighs, she said, "Relax and enjoy. I'm going to suck you as well as you did me." June attacked my dick. She moaned, sucked, slobbered and stroked me. She chocked every time she tried to deep throat me. Spit was pouring like a river from her mouth. As enthusiastic as she was, she was only able to get half my dick into her mouth. There's an old say about there being no such thing as a lousy blow job. That may be true, but June's effort was below average. It ended up being mostly a hand job, with just my mushroom head in her mouth. I liked June a lot and didn't want to hurt her feelings. When I came, she swallowed my entire load. "Oh God, June. That was the best ever." She crawled up and into my arms. We rested together for over an hour. "I don't want my roommate to worry." She looked up at me. "Will you walk me back to my dorm?" "I will, if you promise to have dinner with me later this week." We quickly dressed and held hands as we walked across campus to June's dormitory. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, when we reached her front door. "I had an incredible time tonight. I'm so happy we met." She smiled up at me. We kissed again and when we broke apart, June whispered, "I'll do a better job next time. I promise." I wasn't 100 percent sure what she meant. When I tried to ask, she pecked my lips and ran up the stairs and through the front door. I spent the remainder of the weekend studying and preparing for my second week of classes. On Monday, I sent Michelle the following note – My Dear Michelle, By way of introduction, I am Chris. I'm the meanest, nastiest, most immoral son of a bitch you will ever meet. And Michelle, we will meet. Just, not yet. Last week, you asked what I wanted. I don't want anything. I don't need anything, because I have you. I own your ass, Michelle. If you have any doubts, just ignore me or disappoint me. If you do, I will ruin you. Tomorrow you will wear a white blouse and short skirt to work. You may wear nylons or thigh highs. You may not wear pantyhose. Finally you will wear a thong. No reply is necessary Michelle. Don't disappoint me. The next morning I was parked across the street from Michelle's work. It was a beautiful day. Michelle's Beemer pulled into the parking lot at 8:20. She scanned the parking lot as she strolled to her building. Because she walked between the parked cars, I wasn't able to see her until she reached the building. I wasn't surprised to see her wearing a white blouse and navy blue skirt. The skirt was above the knee. "Good girl," I thought to myself as I put the car into gear and headed to class. Parking in the south campus parking lot, I set off to the Engineering Building. Passing across an open area, I heard, "Hey Chris! Wait up." I turned and watched June and another girl running across the quad. "I got your message. I'd love to go for pizza tomorrow night." June had a twinkle in her eye. "By the way," she continued, "this is my friend, Tammy" "Hi Tammy. How are you?" Tammy was cute in an artsy kind of way. She was thin, with short brown hair. Square frame glasses covered her dark brown eyes. "I'm great Chris." She giggled and said, "I've heard a lot about you." June swatted Tammy's shoulder. She was embarrassed. I gave her a "don't worry about it" shrug. Actually, I was used to girls spreading rumors about my size and was glad the word would be getting around campus. "Listen, I really need to get to class." Looking at June I said, "I'll pick you up at six." And then to Tammy, "I hope to see you again." After lunch, I headed back to my room. I ate a tuna sandwich, while powering up my computer. I sent Michelle a quick email and then settled in for a few hours of studying, before my 2:30 class. I checked my email before heading out. Michelle's response was to the point. She listed her cell number and confirmed she would follow my instructions. My Advanced Trigonometry class seemed to last for three days, but at 4:30 I was parked in the Blockbuster parking lot, overlooking the grocery store parking lot near Michelle's home. I saw her sedan enter and she parked in a secluded area, as I had instructed. I saw her walk toward the store. When she exited a few minutes later, I used the throw-away cell phone I had recently purchased and called her. Michelle dropped her grocery bags in the parking lot and scanned the area as she reached for her phone. A tentative, "Hello?" started the conversation. "Hey baby, it's nice to finally talk with you," I started. "Listen to me you fucking asshole . . ." "Michelle, that's not a nice way to start our friendship," I said in a surprisingly pleasant voice. "Friendship? Friendship?!?" she was almost shrieking, "You'll never be my friend." College Daze Ch.. 01 (This story is a product of my imagination, a fiction, a fantasy.) Junior Colleges are often strange institutions. For some, it's the only higher education they'll get, or sometimes, need. For others, it's a halfway house between high school and college, or the only viable economic option they have for various reasons. We do our best to serve as many as we can as well as we can. Some of the most interesting to work with are the ones we catch that just aren't emotionally or scholastically ready for a major university. For many of these, junior college or community college is just an extension of high school for the directionless. But we do our best. This also means that we often have a lot more interaction with parents than university people ever have to deal with. Through a quirk of regs and birth dates, Sandy had graduated high school and started college early. The first part of the term had been rough for her, but she had two things going for her, she actually knew how to study (a small miracle these days), and a very supportive mother. As an environmental sciences major in my intro to geology class, I'd lost track of the number of times she'd wound up in my office blubbering over some assignment or some boy, or often both, as some boy often led to not completing some assignment. The concept of prioritizing was coming slowly to her. When her mom would call me up, we would work through things and sort out the disaster du jour. Finally, mid terms had come and gone and between her mother and I, Sandy had survived it. She'd also become a legal adult and was now wallowing in that aspect of life. Unfortunately, this meant that I couldn't just give her mom the information we'd been able to openly share before. Sandy was now a woman. Sandy was 5'6", luxurious, thick, shiny brown hair which she kept longish but usually had tied up in some way or another. She was of average build, not skinny but not chubby either, nice broad hips, smooth tummy, curvy bum and magnificently average boobs, just right. Not too big, not too small. She tended to wear snug tops of one variety or another, and alternated randomly between shorts and skirts of varying lengths. She had a pretty roundish face and bright brown eyes. Just before Thanksgiving, Sandy had another melt down, the first in weeks actually. This particular melt down was extended when I had to explain to her that because of her age, I could no longer freely share info with her mom without forms filled out and signed. In a storm of sniffles and swishing skirt, she marched off to the registrars' office to find and sign forms. Sandy was a devious wench. More so than I'd ever expected. She was making sure that I was in semi regular contact with her mother and didn't want that interrupted. Sandy had a two part plan she'd been working on since some clumsy boy had talked her into having some fun in the janitors closet during a dance. She'd been horribly disappointed in the experience, and wasn't about to do it again till she was sure it was going to be done right. She was also frustrated at her mother's constant dodging when it came finding a new man. Sandy wanted a lover for them both. I'd begun to notice in the days following Thanksgiving break, that she wore skirts more often, and despite the cold, they were on average, getting shorter and shorter. Although her melt downs were getting fewer and further between, she always had a myriad of excuses to be in my classroom, lab, or office. Advising came and went, and I had mixed feelings when I noted that she'd signed up for two of my classes in the next term. Being in the transitionary position we are for many students' lives at this level, it's not unusual at all for us to get assorted holiday greetings from some of the students. For Christmas I got a photo card of her and her mother on a beach, a collage of her and her mom enjoying themselves in some rather stunning swim wear and, in a couple of instances, in some rather indelicate poses. Sandy's mother Janice was an older, slightly taller, lusciously full figured version of Sandy. Age wasn't stopping her at all. For various reasons, I spent the holiday's home alone that year. I'd been fielding assorted calls from family all day on Christmas day and answered the phone automatically without checking the numbers. "Hi Doc!" squealed a familiar voice. "Sandy?" I replied. "Yup, happy Christmas! Are you having a good day?" "Yea, Sandy, I am, thanks..." "Good! Did you get my card?" "Yea, Sandy, I sure did, thank you." "Do you like it?" "They're great photos Sandy, looks like you ladies had a great time" "Which one is your favorite picture?" "I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it that much." "I bet it's the one of mom with her rock hard nipples, that lifeguard was such a hunk but mom wouldn't talk to him, I kept telling her she should go jump his bones." "Um, yea, I guess." "Oh! I know which one! That one with me all spread out on the sand, you can see my pussy so well I might as well not even be wearing the bikini! Huh!?" "Uh, Sandy, we really shouldn't be having this kind of discussion." "That's OK Doc, you just have a happy Christmas! Bye!" Devious wench. I couldn't resist, I dug out the card from the stack, and she was right, they were great pictures. We weren't two weeks into the next term when I got a very fancy invitation in the mail. Invitation for one to a fancy dress dinner party for Janice's birthday. Thinking guiltily about the holiday card, I followed the directions and e-mailed my rsvp according to the included directions. The next day Sandy flitted into lab like a butterfly, wearing a tight baby doll t-shirt that made it clear she was not wearing a bra and the shortest skirt I'd ever seen on her. It wasn't a mini, but short enough to put the conservative biddies on the board into a snit. But it was the lacy topped thigh high stockings that made my cock stand at attention all through the lab exercise. Sandy, as usual, was the last one out, though she'd actually completed her assignment among the first. I'm pretty sure that if it hadn't been for the massive, heavily reinforced lab table between us (you need super, heavy duty lab tables for geology), she would have launched herself at me for some form of hug. During a light speed conversation, mostly with herself, she assured me that her mom was very excited that I'd be coming to the party and she'd finally get to meet me. In the middle of the chatter she seated herself on the opposite table in a very un-ladylike manner. In the process of wriggling up onto the table her breasts moved and shifted in that way that only a young woman's firm, fresh tits can. Her legs were splayed wide and the short skirt rode high on her legs. She blindsided me with a question. "What are you wearing to the party?" "Well, the invitation said formal, either a black suit or a tux, what do you think?" "I don't think I've ever actually seen a real live man in a tux, does it make you look sexier that what you usually wear?" She had a devilish, lopsided grin, the skirt crept higher. "Um...I suppose it might, the materials are lighter and move nicely. But I haven't worn mine in some time." "Do you think I should wear this outfit?" She sat up straight and leaned slightly forward, thrusting her breasts out, hard nipples showing clearly in the tight shirt. "It's a very nice outfit, but do you think it really fits the formal category? After all, you seem to think I should wear the tux." My eyes hurt, one wanted to look at the stockings, the other at her chest, both checking regularly on the progress of the skirt. She put one foot on the table between us, leg cocked, knee high, skirt elevated. "You like my stockings, don't you sir?" "They're very nice Sandy." Damn, I'd smiled, I couldn't help it. "You liked the card I sent, didn't you?" The leg shifted a bit, almost a clear view up the skirt now. "Um, yea, I suppose so, it was different, that's for sure." "Did you look at mom's nipples or my pussy more?" "I really shouldn't answer that Sandy, definitely not here in the lab." "Guess what I did before lab today, its my only class today you know." "At this point Sandy, I'm almost afraid to guess much less ask." "I gave my pussy a nice fresh shave, I bet you like that, don't you?" She leaned back a bit on the table, lifting the skirt just enough for a clear view. "Do you like this thong, or my bikini bottoms better?" The thong in question was of the sheerest material I'd ever seen; it met only the barest requirements of modesty. Her slit was clearly visible and there was an obvious spot of moisture on them. "Should I wear these under my dress for the party, or my bikini bottom?" "Whatever you prefer Sandy, it's not like I'll know either way, is it?" "OK, then I'll surprise you!!!" With a giggle she fluttered out the door again. I was beginning to have doubts about the wisdom of accepting that invitation, and wondering what I was going to be in for Saturday evening. The party was at a new winery in town. Best place in town. In a major metropolitan area it'd probably have gotten four stars, for us it was the classiest place in town. The kind of place you where you didn't even think about it, you just wore a tie. I went in and was escorted to a small private party room; there were a few other guys. I was very happy to find out I wouldn't be the only one in a tux. Standing behind a table, under a banner that read "For the 8th Time Mom, Happy 30th Birthday!!", were Sandy and Janice. Even though it was January, and cold, Sandy was wearing a white summer dress with yellow flowers, and lacy topped thigh high stockings. She smiled at me, cocked a knee, and winked. Janice was stunning in a lavender dress that accentuated every luscious curve with buttons from her chin to her knees. I'm sure the black stockings were Sandy's idea. There was just one large table set for maybe 12 people. After much chatting and assorted introductions and having my ass grabbed by Sandy several times, we were seated for dinner. I found myself directly across from Sandy and Janice, thinking how lucky I was that Sandy didn't wedge me in between them somehow. Everyone chatted politely over dinner. I was actually expecting it when I felt a foot exploring my leg from Sandy's direction. She'd slipped off her flats under the table and was lifting the hem of my pants up with her foot so she could rub my leg. A slight tingle went through me, I loved the feel of the material of her stocking. Under the table, a dance began. She would caress my leg a bit, then once in a while, she'd try to hook my foot and drag it Janice's direction. Once I knew the steps to this dance I started watching their body language. Sandy was regularly trying to drag Janice's foot my direction. At some point, with a slight smile not aimed at either of us, she relented. Sandy guided her mother's foot to my leg and we all began a two step with six feet. Deserts and drinks came as the subtle music in the room changed. Sandy announced that it was time to dance, and hauled her mom to the middle of the room. They were outrageously funny as Sandy guided the dance. With Sandy doing the driving they managed to crash into pretty much everyone, though I seemed to get hit every third time or so. I noticed their dresses showed them both off very nicely. The song came to an end and Sandy grabbed Janice's dad, determined that he dance with her next, then Sandy latched onto me and announced everyone had to grab someone and dance. In the chaos that resulted from that many people dancing in that small a space, Sandy guided my hands to her hips and ass. There was a whisper in my ear, "Surprised?" I was. She'd found a third option for what to wear under her dress, nothing. Have I mentioned that Sandy was a devious little wench? She kept the dancing going on for over an hour even though the older folks tried to wind it down sooner. She also insured that I almost never danced with anyone but her and Janice, and that if I was dancing with Janice, we were regularly and firmly mashed together. By the time everyone else had managed to escape from Sandy's imperial dance direction, I knew that Sandy was nude under her summer dress, and Janice wasn't wearing much under hers, and what there was, was surely very lacy and silky. I knew every curve of their breasts, hips, and butts, and they knew my cock was rock hard. While Janice was showing the last guests out, Sandy finally got a lip lock on me that damn near made me cream my pants. Sandy was demonstrating her aggressive tonsil hockey game when a hand slipped around me from behind and got a grip on my cock, rubbing it though my pants. I was humping the hand while firming up my grip on Sandy, biting her lower lip. "I can see why she's been after you for months now." Came a whisper in my ear. I reached around behind me and caught a handful of hip and ass. I slipped my other hand under Sandy's dress and got a grip on her naked butt. "Years ago I told her that when she was old enough, I'd help her get the man of her choice into bed for her true first time." She managed to get my fly open and was stroking me like a pro. "When her dad just up and vanished on us, she started trying to hook me up with various guys. I always knew what she had in mind, a man for us both." I moaned a vague reply. I couldn't actually say anything, Sandy was busy sucking on my tongue. "She's chosen well, will you make love to us Doc?" Janice guided my hand through an opening in her buttons, coming to rest in a hot, moist, lace covered valley. There was no hint of hair as my fingers sought to penetrate deeper. "She told me what she did in lab, that you definitely like a shaved pussy, was she right?" I finally managed to break the intense kissing. "Are you ladies planning to rape me here, or shall we adjourn to your house?" Janice looked around, "Sandy, close the door dear, I still haven't had my desert." She sank to her knees and extracted my cock from my pants as her daughter closed the door and pulled a chair in front of it. As Janice licked my cock I watched Sandy pull up her dress and sit in the chair with her legs spread wide, her freshly shaven pussy glistening with her juices. I began running my fingers through Janice's hair as she took in my cock, deeper and deeper. Her tongue explored my cock head. She was sucking and slurping away when Sandy suddenly stood up. With a look of resolve she waltzed over and kneeled behind her mother, slid her hands around, and began unbuttoning her dress from the top. Janice began swallowing my cock deep as Sandy kneaded her mother's tits. The scene was blowing my mind and I hadn't been with a woman since the previous summer. I was fucking Janice's sweet mouth when Sandy shrugged off the shoulder straps of the summer dress, giving me a view of her perfect, firm tits. I couldn't take it anymore. My cock exploded in Janice's mouth and she swallowed every drop. With my cock still hanging out I helped the ladies stand and kissed them both. We quickly arranged ourselves and I followed the ladies to their house. As soon as the door closed we were all over each other. A confusing mass of hands and kisses. In moments we had our outer clothes off and the ladies had stripped off my boxers. Sandy stood before me in nothing but those magnificent stockings, and Janice's curves were threatening to burst the seams of the sheer lace teddy and black stockings. Some form of unspoken communication passed between us and moments later Sandy and I were slowly stripping the teddy off Janice as we kissed her all over. In what seemed to be only an instant we had Janice on the sofa, spread wide. Sandy attacked her mother's nipples while I dove into her muff. I shoved two fingers into Janice's sopping wet hole and began driving them in and out while I licked and sucked her clit. After several minutes of our combined attacks, Janice's body began to convulse and buck under us. With a throaty growl the orgasm washed over her. Janice's back was arched as I kneeled between her legs and drove my cock into her streaming wet pussy. The growl turned into a low pitched scream. I began fucking the beautiful woman for all I was worth. The clenched muscles of her body never let up, her pussy gripped my cock, squeezing me tight. I fucked her in wild abandon till my poor cock had finally had enough, shooting streams of jizz into her hot womb. I was too weak to stand and collapsed with her on the sofa, entangled in her limbs. A gleam in her eye, Sandy swooped upon us, licking my cock clean. Then, with a wink, began licking my cum out of her mother's freshly fucked twat. Eventually we caught our breath. With kisses and coaxing, and by using my cock as they're new pull toy, we moved into Janice's spacious bedroom. The kissing and touching and snuggling went on for what seemed to be hours. Eventually Janice began murmuring in my ear. "Doc, we have a surprise for you. Sandy has only ever experience a cock once, and it was a most unsatisfactory experience. I've promised her since, that when we found the right man for the job, I would help her with it. You've been selected. Will you make her a woman with me?" I was stunned. Somehow, even though she was one of the most beautiful girls in her classes, and reveled in the parties common to being a college freshman, she was still a virgin in all the ways that counted. I turned and looked at Sandy who was smiling a very naughty smile. "Where and how do you want this my dear?" I asked her. "I want you to do me in my own bed Doc, please?" She said it in a way that was both determined and a bit frightened. I worked my way out of the tangle of their bodies and offered her my hand. She took it and stood. I told her to lead the way. The bedroom we entered was obviously freshly cleaned and organized. The large bed looked to be fairly new and the sheets and all were bold and brightly colored. I turned her to face me and kissed her, long and deep. My cock was nestled against her tummy as we kissed and caressed, hands exploring each other. Our passion mounted, my cock began to grow. It slid and squished against her smooth skin, wet with my cum and her mother's pussy juices. Another pair of hands joined us, exploring our bodies. Kissing and caressing I maneuvered Sandy against the bed. With delight I noted that it seemed to be just the right height. Gripping her fresh, firm ass in my hands, I lifted her against my body. Her breathing quickened when she felt my balls against her tender shaven mound. Finally, her legs parted naturally as I lowered her, seating her on the bed. Our kiss finally broke. Caressing her stocking sheathed legs I knelt and kissed her mound, then her pussy lips, circling her pussy with small teasing kisses. Another weight moved the bed as Janice settled herself next to her daughter and began kissing and caressing Sandy's fresh body. Sandy's pussy was dripping wet as I slid my tongue down her slit, over her clit and into her labia. Her back arched, plastering her firm tit into her mother's mouth and she let out a little squeal as my tongue came back up to her clit. She writhed and squirmed for several minutes as I licked and teased and sucked on her clit. Pulling gently on her clit with my lips I shoved a finger deep into her womanhood. Her body arched, she gasped and tried to cry out, but couldn't. Her legs grabbed my head so tightly I couldn't move, but Janice continued her oral assault on Sandy's hard, sensitive nipples. With a huge gasp and a sigh, her body finally released, she collapsed like a wet noodle on the bed. I lavished small gentle kisses all over her pussy, avoiding her clit now as I began to finger fuck her fresh hot twat. So tight, so hot. She whimpered softly as I added a second finger. She was so wet her pussy had almost no friction. I plunged my fingers into her faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Every now and then I'd stop and just wiggle my fingers against her inner walls and feel around for her G spot, making her shudder. College Daze Ch.. 01 Finally there was a whispered plea: "Doc, please fuck me, fuck me now." With a smile I stood. Janice reached in and began rubbing the head of my cock up and down Sandy's soaking wet pussy. Sandy moaned and wrapped her legs around my hips, my skin burning with pleasure at the feel of the lace of her stockings. I leaned over and gave her a playful peck on the nose. Janice guided the tip of my cock to her daughters' entrance. The lazy smile on Sandy's face transformed to wide eyed shock as I thrust my cock into her hot, wet, treasure cave. The muscles of Sandy's pussy gripped me hard as I began fucking her steadily. We grunted. We moaned. Our bodies mashed and ground together. Her body moved in rhythm with mine as we fucked. The pace subtly shifted. We were fucking deeper. Harder. Faster and faster we fucked. She moaned and gasped, begging for more. Wanting it harder and deeper. Always harder, always deeper. I was nearing exhaustion as her body finally began to stiffen. I held her hips as her body arched. A long, drawn out cry as the orgasm washed over her sweaty body. I was grinding and thrusting deep when her vaginal muscles gripped me. Squeezing me so hard I couldn't pull my cock out if I wanted to. With a throaty cry that I'm sure the neighbors heard, her pussy cut loose, gushing with her orgasm. I lost control. In my own mind bending orgasm I flooded her cavern with my cum. Stream after long stream shot into her, sending her even further over the edge. The world went fuzzy as I collapsed on top of Sandy, my spasming cock still buried in her flexing pussy as we hung on the edge of the bed. Using kisses and touches, Janice coaxed us both onto the bed in more traditional positions. Janice then proceeded to lick us both clean. My cock tried to rise to the occasion as she licked and sucked me clean, but I was done. She gobbled every little trickle she could squeeze out of me before moving over to Sandy. I snuggled into Sandy's side as her mother opened her well fucked pussy and began licking my cum out of her daughter's sweet snatch. Sandy whimpered sleepily. Somewhere, amid the kissing and caressing, the cuddling and snuggling, a wonderful warm body on each side of me, I fell asleep. College Daze Ch. 01 "Hey Michelle," I continued. "Do you see the old fat guy collecting the grocery carriages? Maybe I'll have you suck his cock in the back of your car. If you refuse, the game is over and I ruin you." I could hear her breathing into the phone, but she remained silent. "Or, look behind you. Do you see the two college age guys coming out of the store? Maybe I'll have you seduce them. You'll follow them home and let them use you until they can't get hard." "You see Michelle. Your ass is mine." I finished by hissing, "Isn't it Michelle?" She simply answered "Yes." "Pick up your groceries and put them in the trunk of your car," I instructed. I watched from the front seat of my car as Michelle continued her walk to her car. She opened the trunk, put the bags in, closed it and raised the phone to her ear. "Next I want you to open the driver's door and stand in the doorway facing the store." In this position, I knew she couldn't be seen from the cars in front of her, but I could see her from my spot on the hill. When she was in the door way, I continued, "Raise your right leg and put your foot on the car seat." Michelle muttered, "Oh no," but did as I instructed. Her skirt rose up her legs and she balanced herself by resting her right arm along the hood of the care and her left elbow on the open door, while holding the phone to her ear. "Flip your skirt up your back." "You're a filthy bastard." "And you're a filthy slut. Show me your ass. Now!" Michelle reached behind and pulled her skirt over her ass. Even from fifty yards away, it was gorgeous. It was round and full. I could even make out tan lines from a summer in the sun. "Pull the thong from your ass crack." As she whined, "Why are you doing this?" She reached behind her, pulled the black string from between her cheeks and draped it over her left globe. "Michelle, I think its official." "What's official?" She answered in a menacing voice. "The pictures I've just taken of you officially prove you're my slut." Michelle sniffled into the phone. "Clear your calendar for Thursday afternoon. I'm going to need three hours to break you in." I hung up the phone and took off before Michelle could figure out where I was parked. At six the next night, I arrived at June's dorm room door. She looked so hot when she opened the door. June jumped into my arms. I was caught off guard and was surprised by the urgency of her kiss. I was pulled into the room, the door was slammed shut and June pushed me against the closed door. She sank to her knees in front of me and tore open my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped me and pulled my jeans and boxers to my ankles. As she wrapped both hands around my stalk and masturbated me, she looked up from her knees and said, "I've been practicing all week . . . just for you." With that said, June opened her mouth wide and engulfed five inches of meat. She worked the five inches in and out and got used to the mass in her mouth. I was surprised when she reached around and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and worked more into her mouth. I was banging against June's throat. She would gag every so often and back off for a bit, but eventually would start attacking again. I felt her work to relax her throat. I could feel it open and was amazed when my cock slid in another inch. June gagged hard and spit my dick out. After she caught her breath, she took me deep again. "June . . . oh your mouth feels so good." A long, "MMMMMMMMmmmmm," vibrated around my cock. Working all but two inches in and out, June was giving me one of the best blow jobs ever. I was horny as hell and could feel my balls start to tingle. "Baby, I'm getting there. It won't be long." June spit my cock out and squeezed it in her fist. She shook her head, "No. I don't want you cumming yet." She squeezed until I yelped, then gave me a wicked grin, "That should slow you down." Before I could complain, June had me in her mouth again. I was deep in her throat and only the last inch was visible. Even when she gagged, she'd breath through her nose, relax and try to work the last inch in. The feeling was incredible. Despite her warning, I knew I wouldn't last long. June knew it too. She grabbed each ass cheek and urged me deeper. Sensing she wanted to take me to the root, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed the last inch down her throat. When her nose was buried in my pubic hair, June hugged her arms around me and held me tight. When she was relaxed again, she pulled up to my mushroom head and plunged all the way down. She was urgently fucking her mouth and throat on my dick in a way I didn't think possible. She snaked a finger along my ass crack and into my butt and her other hand massaged my swinging sack. "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . .," I exploded and pumped cum into her mouth. June captured a mouth full of my sperm. When she sucked the last drop from my shrinking cock, she let me pop from her mouth. From her kneeling position, she looked up at me. In the smuttiest and most sensual thing I've ever seen, June opened her mouth and showed me her mouth full of cum. Then she licked her lips and swallowed my load. Breathing heavily, June pulled my pants up, fastened them and climbed to her feet. We kissed long and hard. "Give me a second to touch up." I leaned against the door and watched as June combed her hair and put on a little lip gloss. She walked to her bed side table and pulled open the drawer. June pulled out the biggest pink dildo I've ever seen. "You need to know two things," she teased. "First, I bought this to practice on. I hope you think my practice paid off." I laughed long and hard. Before I could say anything, June continued with a wicked gleam in her eye, "Second, I have another place I'd like to try your monster. But we're going to have to work together to make that happen." If I was confused about what June was talking about, it didn't last long. She walked over to me, turned around and backed her world class ass into my crotch. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "You do like my ass, don't you?" If June's roommate hadn't picked that moment to come back to the room, we would have spent the night in bed. Instead, we went to a local pizza pub and had dinner. I'll admit, at this point in our relationship, I enjoyed June's friendship as much as the incredible sex. After dinner, we walked together back to campus. We each had roommates in our rooms, so I walked her to her dorm. "Hey," I started. Stumbling with my words, I continued, "I sure hope you're not using me, cause . . . um . . . I like you . . . a lot." It was dark outside, but June's smile lit up the night. Fireworks went off in my brain as we kissed. I awoke early the next morning. I had a busy day planned. I had a full morning of classes and would be meeting Michelle for the afternoon. And, I had promised June that we would meet after dinner and study together. Before heading to breakfast and class, I sent Michelle her initial instructions: You will leave work at exactly noon. I will be watching. Do not tell anyone about your plans. Do not allow anyone to follow you. Drive to the Wal-Mart on Steele Street. Be there at 12:15. Do not disappoint me. As expected, my morning classes dragged. At 12:20, I called Michelle's cell phone. When she answered, I asked, "Does anyone know where you are?" A tentative, "No," was her answer. "Did you tell anyone about today?" "No!" She almost screamed. "Michelle, I'm watching you right now, as we talk. Don't look around, I'm looking through binoculars. You'll never see me." Continuing, I instructed, "Michelle, listen carefully, I'm only going to tell you this once. When I tell you too, I want you to drive back to the Bluebird Motel. The door to room 124 is open. When you arrive you will go immediately inside. Do you understand?" "Yes. I understand." "That's good Michelle. In a minute, I'm going to tell you to hang up and start your drive. When you hang up the phone, I want you to immediately toss your phone into the back seat. I don't want you to be tempted to call anyone. I will be able to see if you follow my instructions. Do you understand?" She muttered a defeated, "Yes, I understand." "Finally, I want you to point your rearview mirror to the ground. I'm going to be following close behind. I'll make sure you continue to follow my demands. Do you understand?" "Yes!" "Hang up now. Follow my directions. Do not disappoint me." Chuckling as I hung up, I leaned back in the dusty Motel recliner. I was already in room 124 at the Bluebird. Twenty minutes later, I heard a car pull up outside the room. A car door opened and closed. I could hear heals clapping along the parking lot. Finally, the door opened and Michelle stepped into the room. She reached and turned on the light as I said, "Welcome Michelle." She screeched and turned to face me. I first saw confusion on her face. "You're a kid. You're just a fucking kid. You little piece of shit." We were getting off to a poor start. "That's right cunt. I'm a kid. A kid with pictures of you and your lover. I kid with pictures of you with your skirt over your back and ass hanging out." Michelle was trying to remain calm. She walked to the middle of the room and stood with her hands on her hips. "Most importantly, I'm the kid who's going to leave his cum dripping from your mouth, cunt and asshole, before I leave here." "Fuck you!" was her answer. I picked up the manila envelope off the table beside me and tossed it to her. On the front of the envelope were a dozen computer generated address labels. They listed her parents, siblings, her husband at work, her boss, her pastor and a few neighbors. "Look inside." Looking utterly defeated, she shook her head. "No, I don't need to look." She dropped the envelope on the floor. "Michelle, you have one minute to strip naked." Looking at my watch, I said, "Go." It took all my self-control, but I didn't watch Michelle strip. Instead I watched the second hand of my watch. At fifty seconds, the rustling of clothing stopped. At one minute, I said, "Times up." My gaze remained neutral, but Michelle looked amazing. She was stark naked and standing with her hands at her sides. Her blonde hair hung to her shoulders. She had 38 D-Cup breasts. They sagged from their shear volume and were capped with long brown nipples. She had a fairly flat stomach, a short trimmed bush and long attractive legs. I got up from the chair and walked behind Michelle. She had a narrow waist and a truly beautiful bottom. I walked backed to the chair and faced her. Slowly I started to undress. When I finally pushed my silk boxers down my legs, I could see Michelle's eyes grow wide. I stared at Michelle for almost a minute. She stared at my half hard cock. Trying to draw her attention back to my face, I said, "We're not leaving this room until you cum five times." Michelle simply nodded. "I want you at the edge of the bed and on your hands and knees." Michelle came five times in the first half hour. I power fucked her in a doggie position, until I came the first time. Then I turned her onto her back, climbed between her spread legs and kept on fucking her. We switched positions every so often and fucked for nearly two hours straight. Michelle was an insatiable slut. After dumping my second load into her well used hole, we lay side by side and rested. "How long have you been fucking the guy in the Volvo?" "About once a week, for the last eight months." "I want you to send me his email address. He owes me $500 for each meeting." "You are a fucking bastard. Are you going to make me do this again?" "Yeah, I am." Michelle asked, "When?" I turned my head and looked at her. "Whenever I want. Don't ever forget, I'm a fucking bastard." I continued, "I also want the name of a married girl friend. Someone who's cheating on their husband." As I watched Michelle's face for a reaction, her confused look turned to one of understanding. She nodded again. "Suck my dick, Michelle. If you do a good job, I'll save your asshole until next time." I don't know if it was the threat of an ass fuck, but Michelle sucked my cock like a pro. She swallowed my load, we dressed, and I sent Michelle on her way. * Note - Send me some feedback and let me know if Chris should continue his romance of June and blackmail of Michelle and others.