Sorority Sluts
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

Jenny leaned in close to the blonde boy and slowly took his thick glasses 
off. She smiled as he quickly batted his blue eyes, figuring he probably 
could not see very well now. 

"I thought you wanted to talk to me about science," the little blonde 
muttered. "I don't understand--" 

"Shhh," the redhead said. 

No doubt about it, Jenny thought. The kid was cute without his glasses, and 
it really didn't matter if he could see. 

Jenny wrapped her fingers around both of his wrists and brought his hands to 
her big, full tits. She put those hands on her breasts and smiled as the 
little, blonde boy started to feel her through her soft T-shirt. 

He batted his eyes again as he felt those soft and sexy mounds. 

"Wow," he said, "I've never felt anything like that before." 

"How old are you, Lance?" the sexy female asked. 

"Eighteen. I just turned eighteen last 

Tuesday." 

"And you've never felt a girl's tits before?" 

"No," he said, "I was always more interested in chemistry." 

Jenny put her hand behind Lance's head and moved her face closer to his. 

"I'll show you chemistry," she said softly. 

And then she kissed him tenderly on the mouth. 

Jenny was a sexy redhead of nineteen. She was a college sophomore who worked 
in the college public relations office on a part-time basis as a student 
photographer. 

It was a way to make a little extra money and also a way to meet people. 

People are very nice to a sexy girl with a camera. Even the college 
president knew her and smiled at her when he saw her walking across the 
campus on her way to a class. She had taken his picture at a lot of special 
events. 

But, mostly, Jenny liked meeting people like Lance. That afternoon, she had 
come to freshman orientation to shoot a few pictures of in-coming students. 
It was what the public relations director called "fresh faces." Jenny picked 
out a few of the more attractive students, took their pictures against 
recognizable college backgrounds, and asked a few questions. 

By asking questions, she had learned that Lance had won awards for his 
science experiments when he was as young as ten years old. She figured this 
science whiz kid would make a good story for the public relations magazines 
and brochures, and she also thought that he would look very cute if he just 
took off his thick glasses. 

After all, he had that thick head of blonde hair and that crooked, little 
smile and that sexy, little body. She told Lance that she wanted to take 
some' pictures of him experimenting, and he said he had a private dormitory 
room with all of his chemistry equipment already set up. 

Now Jenny sat in his dorm room with him and looked at that equipment and 
decided she wanted to do a different kind of experimentation with Lance. 

She turned toward the little, blonde guy again and she kissed his face with 
soft, sweet pecks. He closed his eyes and sighed a little when she did that. 

"Welcome to college, Lance," Jenny said. "Welcome to a new life." 

"Wow," Lance said, "and I've only been in college for a day. Classes haven't 
even started yet." 

"Forget about the classes," Jenny murmured. "Never let classes stand in the 
way of your education." 

Then the sexy redhead pressed her body against his and pushed the little 
blonde back on the bed. He gasped at first, but then he slipped his arms 
around her and seemed to grow more comfortable under her lusty body. 

He grew more comfortable and he grew hard too. As Jenny moved against him, 
she could feel that hardness growing in his pants. 

Jenny whispered in his ear. 

"Let's get our clothes off and do this right," she said. 

The little blonde only groaned. 

The female figured that the little scientist was probably paralyzed by lust 
and fear. So she started the action by slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His 
chest was thin and hairless and white. 

When the shirt was unbuttoned and opened, Jenny slipped her fingers down 
over his chest and his stomach and touched the bulge in his pants too. 

"Oh, that feels good," the scientist murmured. "That feels very good." 

Jenny sat up straight and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She figured that 
Lance could make out her movements, even without his glasses. 

She bared her big tits for the little guy and then she stood up and slipped 
out of her shoes. She opened her tight jeans and pushed them down her legs. 

Lance just lay there, rubbing his crotch, batting his blue eyes and trying 
to see as much as he could without his glasses. He could see that soft form 
moving, and he could see the clothes slipping away from her body as if by 
magic. 

Then, when Jenny was naked, she moved down onto the bed next to Lance again 
and held him tight against her body. Again, the little scientist closed his 
eyes. 

It didn't matter what he could see and couldn't see. He felt her lying there 
beside him. He felt her naked flesh and her cool breath on his face. 

Feelings were all, the little, blonde scientist thought. 

"I'm glad you got a private dorm room," the naked redhead said. "I'm going 
to have a room-mate in my dorm room." 

"I like to do experiments late at night," Lance said. 

Then the little scientist giggled. He thought about what he was doing now, 
and he knew that this kind of experiment was going to be a lot more fun than 
mixing chemicals to analyze their qualities. 

As he held the naked girl close to him, Lance decided that this was the kind 
of late-night experimentation he wanted to do more of. 

"Come on," Jenny said, "Let's get your clothes off too, stud." 

Stud. Lance smiled when he heard that word. She had actually called him 
stud. No one had ever called him anything like that before. 

He rose up and let the redhead help him off with his shirt. Then he slipped 
out of his shoes and felt her fingers pulling off his socks too. 

The next place she touched was his crotch, but Lance did not gasp this time. 
He was sort of used to having her finger his hardness by now, and he wanted 
to act like a real stud. 

She opened his pants and pulled them down his legs. Lance kicked them off 
and let them fall onto the floor. Then he lay there in just his white briefs 
and Jenny looked down at that bulging hardness. 

She smiled when she saw the size of that bulge. 

Maybe it was just that he was such a small guy. But Jenny suspected that it 
was more than just relativity at work here. The little scientist was 
obviously very well-hung. She moved her fingers over his bulge and felt that 
hardness grow even more. That was all flesh down there, she thought, and it 
was bigger than the bulge some guys had in their pants when they shoved a 
pair of socks down into their shorts to impress their dates. 

"Stud," she said softly. 

And Lance quivered on the bed with the sound of that word echoing through 
his head. 

Jenny wondered about the girls who had gone to high school with Lance. What 
fools they were, Jenny thought, to let all of this meat go to waste for so 
long. 

Some girl should have noticed the big bulge in the blonde's pants and should 
have determined to get that cock into her pussy. Jenny smiled as she thought 
about what she would have done if she had been in the same high school with 
that blonde, stud scientist. She thought about sneaking into his laboratory 
while he was out getting more test tubes and slipping under the table where 
his experiment was bubbling. And, when he returned to look down on that 
experiment, to monitor slight changes of temperature in the chemicals, she 
would have reached out and touched his crotch with her fingers. She would 
have grabbed him and pulled his prick out of his pants and started to suck 
on it. Lance would have been at her mercy then, she thought, and she would 
monitor the changes in his temperature by working her lips and her fingers 
over that big, big cock. 

Jenny let the quick fantasy go from her brain as she slipped her feminine 
fingers under the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down the 
guy's legs. Enough of fantasy. When this guy's shorts were off, his world 
would be heated up with reality-with a wild and sweet sexual reality. 

When she pulled the briefs away from his loins, the long prick sprang up 
like something that was happy to greet her. 

The cock looked like it was nearly a foot long, and it was very hearty and 
big and sturdy too. 

Jenny slipped the guy's briefs over his feet and then dropped them on the 
floor next to the bed. The prick was so big that she was able to wrap the 
fingers of both hands around the thing and still see the mighty crown of the 
member. She tightened her fingers around his cock and she smiled at that 
crown. 

Lance groaned. He was new to all of this kind of action and he would 
probably come very quickly, Jenny thought. Guys who were new to sex had 
trouble controlling themselves. Still, Jenny wanted to give him a quick and 
wild taste of every kind of sexual experience-and she wanted to get a taste 
of something too. 

Quickly, she lowered herself down onto the bed with her pretty face just a 
few inches of his prick. She brought her face even closer and licked her 
lips. She could see the pre-come glistening on the tip of his organ, and she 
knew that stuff would be sweet. 

Then the redhead opened her mouth wide and worked her lips over the end of 
the prick. She tightened her lips around the crown of that dork and sucked 
on it with a warm feeling of sex flooding her own body. 

Yes, Jenny could taste the pre-come that Oozed from the head of the prick. 
And, yes, it was just as sweet and manly as she had thought it would be. 

She could feel the throbbing in the meat too, the pumping power that made 
the cock seem to vibrate as she held it in her fingers. She moved those 
fingers up and down the big shaft as she sucked a little more of the prick 
into her mouth. 

When blonde stud groaned, Jenny knew she was pleasing him as science had 
never pleased him. She sucked on that organ for just a few seconds and then 
she raised up again. 

"I'm going to take your cock into my pussy now," she announced. "My cunt 
wants your cock. My twat is aching for a fucking from your prick." 

The little blonde groaned again and shivered with anticipation as he heard 
those words. 

The big-tittcd redhead moved over his body and slowly lowered herself down 
to that rod. She grasped the prick in her hand and held it steady as she 
worked the lips of her pussy over the cock. The thing was so huge that she 
could feel the lips of her cunt being stretched to new and sexy proportions. 

When she had about half of the thick, long piece of meat inside her, she 
pressed her fingers against Lance's thin, hairless chest. She murmured to 
him with sexuality dripping from every syllabic. 

"Shove it into me. Fuck me. Drive all of that cock into me. It's only 
natural to do that." 

Even as Lance reached out and touched her body with his fingers, even as he 
slipped those fingers over her flesh, he found himself being a little 
surprised that he seemed to know just what to do. He suspected that Jenny 
was right. This was only natural, and he was following some natural instinct 
that was deep inside him, some instinct that had lain dormant for too long. 

He bucked under her and rammed his prick deep into her pussy. Jenny gasped 
as more meat went into her cunt. 

She moved her fingers over Lance's shoulders and up to his face. She touched 
him as she felt that cock pulsating in her pussy. 

"Oh, yes, stud. I like it. I like the way your prick feels inside me." 

And the nearly blind blonde smiled and liked being called a stud too. He 
started to churn his hips and work his prick in and out of her tight pussy. 

He gasped as she gasped and he felt very experimental. 

And, as Lance started to fuck her with a steady, true rhythm, she rocked on 
his cock and found herself wishing that she could give every stud in the 
freshman class this kind of orientation. 

* * * * 

When Jenny got back to her dorm room that afternoon, she found a sexy, 
little blonde in cut-offs unpacking. 

The blonde turned when Jenny entered the room and smiled at her. 

"Hi," she said, "I'm Kim. I'm your room-mate." 

"Hello, Kim," Jenny said. "My name is Jenny. Arc you a freshman?" 

"Yeah," the girl said. 

Jenny put her camera down on the table on her side of the room. "I'm a 
sophomore," she said. "If you have any questions about college, don't be 
afraid to ask." 

"I hope we can be good friends," Kim said earnestly. 

Jenny smiled and slipped out of her T-shirt. She stood there with her tits 
bare in front of her new room-mate. 

"Do you have a boyfriend, Kim?" she asked. 

"Yes," the girl said, looking at those big tits on the redhead. "His name is 
Harry. I've been dating him for years. But he goes to a different college." 

"So you're free here?" the redhead asked as she lay down on her bed. 

"Free?" 

"Free to screw around with other guys, I mean," Jenny said. 

"No, I'm not free to do that," Kim said. "I love Harry. I want to be 
faithful to him." 

Jenny turned and stared at the little blonde. What did she have here? Some 
little prude? Some religious fanatic? Jenny figured she had better find out 
now. If this girl was going to be shocked by everything Jenny talked about, 
they would just have to go down and tell the dorm mother to find new 
room-mates for both of them. 

"Come on, Kim," the redhead said, turning onto her side on the bed and 
looking at the blonde. "You said that this guy goes to a different college. 
Do you really think he is going to be faithful to you there?" 

"Well, I hope he will." 

"He won't. Not if he's worth anything as a guy at all. And you're a cute, 
little thing. Blonde and everything. You start walking around this campus 
and you're going to have guys trying to pick you up right away." 

"That doesn't mean I have to go out with them," Kim said firmly. 

"No, it doesn't," Jenny agreed. "But you're going to be missing out on a 
major part of your college experience if you don't. You're going to be 
missing out on the best part of your education." 

Then the redhead grinned and said, "Tell me, Kim, did you and Harvey--" 

"Harry," the blonde corrected. 

"Harry, I mean. Did you and Harry fuck?" 

Kim took a deep breath and nodded her head. "Yes," she said, "during our 
senior year in high school." 

"Did you enjoy it with him?" 

"Sure. I loved it." 

"So you're used to having sex and now you're going to turn yourself off. 
You're going to deny yourself on a campus filled with yummies." 

"With what?" 

"Yummies. That's the way I think of studs. And, being a sophomore, I can 
tell you, Kim. This campus is over-running with tempting yummies." 

"Tempting," the blonde repeated. 

"And you think you're going to fight off temptation just because you have 
some wild idea about staying faithful to a boyfriend who is a million miles 
away. That doesn't make sense, Kim." 

"Not a million miles," Kim said. "Just about five hundred." 

"Five hundred might as well be a million," the redhead said, turning onto 
her back again. "Think about it, Kim. Just think about it." 

Jenny closed her eyes and listened as her new room-mate sighed. 

She could tell that Kim was thinking about things. 

"Tempting," Kim murmured again. 

And Jenny figured that the girl would come around to her way of thinking 
soon enough. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As Kim walked around the campus late that afternoon, she thought about what 
her new room-mate had said. It was beginning to make more and more sense to 
the blonde, freshman girl-especially as she looked at all the handsome, 
young studs who were strolling around the campus. 

What was it that Jenny had called them? Oh, yes, yummies. Well, it was still 
warm and most of the guys were wearing shorts and T-shirts and Kim had to 
admit that they certainly did look yummy. 

The blonde sat down on a bench in front of the student union building and 
watched all the guys passing by. Of course, girls passed by too, but Kim 
didn't pay much attention to them. 

A cute, little, dark-haired guy came walking by with a bunch of books under 
his arm. Obviously an industrious student, Kim thought. Classes had not even 
started yet and he had already been to the library. And he was wearing 
cut-offs that showed off his tanned, muscular legs too. How did a scholar 
get such strong legs, Kim wondered. Maybe by running back and forth to the 
library three or four times a day. 

A blonde, tanned guy in a tank-top and a pair of tight, faded jeans strolled 
by too. He was talking to a girl who was walking along with him, and Kim 
picked up just a bit of their conversation. 

"Anything you want to know about classes or professors," the guy said, "you 
just ask me. I'm a junior already. There's not much about this college I 
don't know." 

"Yeah, I think I'm really going to need some help," the girl said, flirting 
with him just as he was flirting with her. 

Kim smiled at that mutual pick-up technique-one that was probably very 
common on a college campus. Then she suddenly noticed that someone was 
staring at her. She looked across the street and saw the man standing there. 

He was a tall, thin man and he wore his hair long. There were streaks of 
gray in that hair that made him look slightly distinguished. But he was 
wearing a pair of jeans and a work shirt. Those clothes made him look 
approachable, Kim thought. 

But he was the one who approached her. He came sauntering across the street 
and stood right in front of her and looked down on the little, sexy blonde. 

"Are you a writer?" he asked. 

"No," she said, "I'm a freshman." 

The man sat down next to Kim on the bench. "New on the campus then?" he 
asked. 

"Brand new. This is my first day." 

"My name is Brad," the man said. "I teach writing here." 

"A professor?" the girl asked. 

"No. Just an instructor. I've been an instructor for a long, long time." 

"Oh," Kim said. She was not sure what the difference was between a professor 
and an instructor, but she sensed a wee bit of anger in the man's tone as he 
talked about his job at the college. 

"I wondered if you were a writer," Brad said, "because you were obviously 
eaves-dropping on that couple." 

"I'm sorry," Kim muttered. 

"Nothing to be sorry about," Brad said. "Writers eaves-drop all the time. 
Restaurants are good for that. Better than bars. In bars, they usually have 
music playing and you can't hear conversations. But, in restaurants, you can 
listen as people re-live their whole lives over a salad. Outside is nice 
too. But people are on the move and you just catch bits of their 
conversations. Then you have to add the rest of the story with your own 
imagination." 

The man seemed to know what he was talking about, Kim thought, and she kept 
looking at those streaks of gray in his long hair. The little blonde found 
herself yearning to reach out and touch one of those gray slashes, as if she 
wanted to test the gray with her fingers and see if it was real. 

"Maybe I should be a writer," Kim said. "I like listening to other people's 
conversations." 

Brad turned and studied the little blonde, looked at the fine curve of her 
breasts under her T-shirt and at her tanned legs too. 

"That is why I teach," he said. "It is a wonderful thing to find a young 
girl and see her change, develop into a real writer. That is one of the 
major joys of teaching. Molding and developing young talent. Then, of 
course, they leave you and wander off on their own. But most of them 
remember you and send you copies of their stories or poems when they are 
published." 

"Your students have been published?" the girl chirped. 

"I've been teaching for quite a while," the man explained. 

Then the thin man looked out over the campus and spoke softly, as if he were 
talking more to himself than to Kim. 

"I never married. I never had any children. The students who learn to write 
are like my children. But I guess that means I am a bad father." 

"Why?" Kim asked. 

The man turned to the blonde and grinned. 

"Because, if the girls who learn to write in my classes are like my 
daughters, that means I've been incestuous with a few of them." 

Kim could not help herself. Something in the way that Brad said the words 
made it funny-not shocking at all. She giggled and Brad chuckled and looked 
at her body again. 

The blonde was still giggling when Brad said, "Would you like to come back 
to my apartment?" 

Kim thought about the proposition, and, naturally, she thought about Harry, 
her boyfriend, too. For some reason, the girl thought she would not really 
be unfaithful to Harry if she went home with this older man. It was not as 
if she had fucked another college student. Another college student would be 
something like Harry himself, but this older man, this instructor, was 
entirely different. And he did look sexy. 

And she thought that an experience with Brad might just be part of her real 
education. 

"Okay," Kim said. 

"I live in an apartment complex about a two blocks from here. I've lived 
there for years." 

The next thing Kim knew she was walking across the campus with Brad, knowing 
what she was going to do when she got to his apartment and looking forward 
to that fine kind of education he could give her. 

Brad's apartment was small and filled with books. They were stacked 
everywhere, even around the bed. Kim sat down on the edge of his bed and 
picked up one book. It was a volume of poetry. She opened it up and saw the 
inscription: "To Brad, who taught me so much about life and writing too." It 
was signed by the author, a young woman. Her picture was on the back of the 
book. She was smiling and she was wearing a tight, black sweater. She had 
big tits. 

Brad sat down next to the blonde and looked at the volume of poetry too. 

"Just one of my success stories," he said. "A few years ago, she was a 
freshman here just like you are today. Now she is one of the leading, young 
poets in the nation, and she's won a few awards. This is her third 
collection." 

Kim looked at the title of the volume, "Daddy's Love Reigns." 

She pointed at the title and said, "About her father?" 

"About her father and about me and about a couple of other older men in her 
life," Brad said. "She has a thing for older men." 

Older men. Kim considered the concept. She had never thought about fooling 
around with older men before. But here she was in Brad's apartment and he 
was an older man. In a way, the blonde could already understand what this 
female poet saw in men who were older. They were more mature, more 
sophisticated. They could have a conversation with you and they could 
probably fuck you with skill too. Older men had to pick up a little skill in 
all their years of screwing, the girl thought. 

Kim opened the book of poetry and read a few lines out loud. 

"The touch of the hand against my body, the touch of the fingers against my 
soul. You understand, Daddy, what it means to be bounced in the air and how 
it feels to be caught-giggling, breathless, on fire." 

Perhaps it was the poetry. Perhaps it was Brad leaning close to her. Perhaps 
it was the thrill of the new experience. Perhaps it was a combination of all 
these things. 

All Kim knew was that she sighed and fell back on the bed and lay there, 
soft and yearning for something to happen to her. 

The blonde did not have to wait for long. 

The man with the gray streaks in his hair moved in close to Kim and put his 
hand on one of her tits. As he squeezed that breast, he kissed her. She 
sighed and opened her mouth to the invasion of his tongue. 

The kiss was long and thrilling, so thrilling that Kim did not even notice 
when Brad slipped his hand under her soft T-shirt and pushed it up so that 
he could feel her breasts without any garment at all getting in the way. 

When the kiss was over, his hand was on her bare tit and he whispered to 
her. 

"You can call me Daddy while we do it," he said. "The woman who published 
the book of poetry called me Daddy all the time. It thrilled her and it 
thrilled me too." 

Then Brad gently pulled Kim up from the bed and slipped the T-shirt off her 
body and over her head. He undressed her as a daddy would undress a little 
girl. 

Daddy. The sexy blonde found herself thinking of her own father-a business 
executive with a big gut who drank too much and worked too hard. She would 
never think of going to bed with her own father, of course, but there was 
something vaguely thrilling in the idea of screwing this man and moaning 
out, "Daddy. Daddy. Daddy." Kim thought that such experiences could be the 
stuff that poetry is made of. 

The blonde lay back down on the bed and sighed as Brad opened her cut-offs 
and pulled them down her legs. He removed her little, tennis shoes and then 
he pulled the cut-offs off her body. 

By that time, he was kneeling beside the bed and she was lying there in just 
a pair of white panties. Brad ran his fingers over her body as she lay there 
and slipped those fingers down to her panties. That touch made her whimper 
with delight. 

"Oh, Daddy, your touch feels so good against my skin. Oh, Daddy, your 
fingers turn me on." 

Yes, the girl decided, older men knew more about sex. She had to admit that, 
with Harry, it had always been very quick and almost brutal. But she knew 
that older men like Brad could never be brutal. They understood their little 
girls too well to be quick and rough. 

Brad moved his face in close to her panties and kissed the white material. 
He stuck out his tongue and he licked her soft panties. Kim sighed. Harry 
had never done that for her. 

The girl reached down and touched Brad's head, let her fingers trace some of 
the gray streaks in that hair. And she sighed to him as he licked and kissed 
at her panties-putting pressure on her pussy as he did that. 

"Oh, Daddy, you make a little girl want to come." 

Brad reached up as he licked on those panties and touched Kim's tits with 
his hands. He squeezed those bare breasts again and made the girl squirm 
with sexual fever. 

"Oh, Daddy," she said. "That feels so good. That feels like my whole body is 
on fire. Oh, Daddy, you thrill me so much." 

Then Brad moved on to another thrill. The girl gasped a little as he moved 
his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs 
and off her feet. She lay on the bed naked and Brad slipped his fingers 
through the cunt hair that was the color of rich, sweet honey. 

Then he pressed his face against that hair and licked it slowly with his 
tongue. The girl felt something like soft, sexual eruptions rush through her 
body. 

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "are you going to lick out my pussy? My little, 
sweet snatch?" 

Daddy did not answer with words. He just put his fingers on the soft lips of 
Kim's pussy and spread them. He pressed his face against her sweet snatch 
and ran his tongue deep into her. 

The blonde felt a fiery lust growing inside her as she reached down between 
her legs and touched the man's soft, graying hair again. She moaned to him 
in a voice that was as soft as good, sweet, slow sex. 

"Oh, Daddy, I love it. I love the feel of your tongue in my little-girl 
pussy." 

Brad loved the sound of her voice too, and he loved the things she was 
saying. Kim had caught on to the sexy game of daddy-and-little-girl quickly, 
and she seemed to be enjoying that game just as much as he did. She was 
certainly enjoying the tongue-lashing he was giving her pussy. The juices 
that rolled out of her sweet hole, the throbbing that he felt deep in her 
cunt told him that she enjoyed that sex immensely. 

Brad had no trouble at all finding her sweet, little clit. He started to 
suck on that clitoris as he moved his hands under her naked body again. The 
girl sighed and slipped her legs around his shoulders and rubbed the bare 
heels of her feet against his back. 

"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered. "You are going to make me come. Really come." 

Brad just kept sucking on her sweet clitoris, and soon the blonde was 
coming. Coming in gasps and coming in moans. Coming with passion for her 
sweet, sexy daddy. 

The writing instructor sucked her through her orgasm and then slowly moved 
his face away from her snatch and kissed and licked the soft flesh of her 
inner thigh. 

Then he looked up from between her legs and smiled at her. She raised up on 
her arms and grinned down at him. 

"Daddy, that felt so good," the girl said. "I want to be a good, little girl 
and do something for you now too." 

"What do you want to do for your daddy?" Brad asked the blonde. 

Kim put her finger to her lips and acted as if she were a little girl who 
was trying to think of something sweet to please her daddy-love. 

Then she grinned and said, "I would like to suck your cock, Daddy." 

Brad chuckled as he stood up and opened his shirt and pulled it off. The 
hair on his chest was streaked with gray too, Kim discovered. Then the 
writing instructor opened his pants and pushed them down. He had a long, 
thick prick and Kim's mouth started to water with need just as soon as she 
caught her first glimpse of that sexy daddy-tool. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy," the girl said, "I really want to suck that thing of yours, 
I want to make you happy-as happy as you just made me when you sucked my 
pussy and made me come." 

Naked, Brad dropped onto the bed next to the girl and smiled at her. He put 
his hand on his hardening meat and lifted it up for her. 

"Daddy's cock is all yours, little girl," he said. 

And Kim moved down the bed and grasped that tool in her fingers as she drew 
her sweet face closer to the rod. 

"I bet my daddy's cock is the bestest, sweetest cock in the world," she said 
in a playful and childish tone. "I bet my daddy's cock is better than any 
other cock on any of my friends' daddies." 

"You shouldn't make that judgment until you try out a few of your little 
friends' daddies too," the man said. 

Kim smiled and thought about that possibility. All the other daddy-cocks out 
there just yearning to be sucked. And the blonde suddenly knew just how she 
would go about getting a real education here at college. 

She would not worry about the male students who were near her age. That 
would not be fair to Harry, her boyfriend. No, she would satisfy her needs 
with older men and she would learn all she could about daddies while she was 
still young and fresh enough to thrill the older men too. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The fat man was the publicity director of the college. He worked in the 
public relations office, writing press releases about interesting students. 
So, naturally, Jenny told him about Lance, the chemistry whiz who had just 
entered the college. 

"Have you fucked him already?" the fat man asked when Jenny finished her 
description of the blonde kid. 

"Yes," Jenny said softly, without any shame at all. She had been around the 
fat man long enough to know that he was not the kind of guy who made moral 
judgments. 

"And he was a virgin until I got close to him." 

"A virgin male," the fat man said. "There is nothing sillier in this world 
than a virgin male. I was silly when I was a virgin." 

"Come on," Jenny said playfully. "You were never a virgin." 

"Yes, I was," the fat man said. "In fact, I remember when the first guy in 
my group in high school got laid. His name was Bob and he came back and told 
us all about it. Every little detail. Every move. I stood there listening 
and wishing that I could take notes. And, when Bob finished with his 
description of that first taste of paradise, he actually asked if there were 
any questions. I didn't hold up my hand, but I asked a question. I asked, 
'Did you take your clothes off too?' And Bob looked at me with disgust in 
his eyes and said, 'Hell, no. What do you think I am-some kind of god-damned 
queer?' I was embarrassed and, for the next year, I thought that, if you 
took off your clothes too, you were a latent homosexual. Lucky for me, I 
found out different." 

Jenny laughed at the fat man's story. He may have made that anecdote up, she 
thought, but it sounded very true. 

Then the fat man gave the student photographer an assignment. 

"There's a voice student named Seth who is going to a national competition 
next month. He's a baritone, I think. We need a picture of him practicing. 
They say you can find him almost any time during the night at the music 
building, singing his little heart out. Get a good picture and I'll do the 
interview with our little canary in a couple of days." 

"Sure thing," Jenny said. 

The redhead stood up to leave the fat man's office, but she turned and 
smiled at him and asked, "Is he sexy?" 

"Who?" 

"The singer." 

"Don't know. Never seen him. And I'm not judge of this shit in men anyway. 
He's a baritone. That's all I can tell you." 

Jenny smiled. "A baritone," she said. "Yes, I bet he is sexy. Baritones are 
usually sexy, you know." 

* * * * 

That night, Jenny walked into the music building and followed the sound of 
the baritone voice. It was a beautiful voice, strong and yet mellow, manly 
and yet spiritual, and it echoed through the building like a clear ring of a 
bell on a spring afternoon. And the voice was alone in its music. There was 
no piano. Yet each tone was right on the mark. Jenny could tell even as she 
walked through the music building that this singer had perfect pitch. 

The redhead was led by the sound to a room at the end of a hallway. She 
opened the door and peeked inside. The young man who stood there had curly, 
dark hair and a handsome face. He was concentrating on the sheet of music 
that was on the stand in front of him. 

And he was not wearing a shirt. His chest was covered with dark hair and he 
was pressing his fingers against his stomach, controlling his breathing as 
he moved through measure after measure of complicated, baroque music. He had 
a nice, muscular frame, and the hair on his chest edged itself into a little 
line that ran down his washboard stomach. 

Jenny moved into the room and stood there, looking at the young man. He was 
definitely a yummy, she thought. In fact, as she looked at him and listened 
to the clear tones of his baritone voice, she could already feel her pussy 
growing wet inside her panties. 

The young man came to the end of a section of the baroque music and then 
looked up. He let out a little gasp and reached for his shirt, which was 
hanging on the back of a chair. 

But the redhead just grinned and said, "I assume you're Seth." 

The young man stood there and held his shirt in his hand. He smiled at the 
redhead. 

"Yes," he said, "I am Seth." 

"I'm Jenny. The photographer," the sexy girl said, and she held up her 
camera as proof of her identity. "They sent me over to take pictures of you 
for public relations." 

"Then I better put my shirt on," Seth said softly. 

"For some of the pictures, yes," the photographer said. "But, for 
others-well, you do look sexy standing there like that. A musical hunk." 

Seth grinned and put his shirt back on the chair. 

"It was rather warm in here," he said. "And I like to concentrate on my 
breathing when I practice. This piece here has some very long phrases. You 
need good breath support to sing this intricate music." 

Jenny was thinking that a guy needed good breath support to fuck really well 
too, but she did not say anything like that to the young man. 

"You have a nice chest," she said. 

Seth looked down at his chest and grinned. "Hairy," he said. "I started 
growing hair on my chest when I was just thirteen or so. I was a little 
ashamed of it then. It made me different. But my father talked to me. He is 
very hairy too, and he said that I shouldn't worry. He said one day the 
girls would love my chest. He was speaking from experience, of course. He 
was a voice major in college. He teaches music at a high school, and he says 
I sing better than he ever did. My father is very proud of me." 

"Of course," Jenny said. 

The redhead picked up her camera and held it up to her eye. She focused on 
Seth and smiled. 

"Go back to singing," she said. "I will move around and take some pictures." 

"Okay," the baritone said. "I need to practice this piece anyway. It's not 
quite right yet. Can't figure out why. The notes are right, but the feeling 
isn't there yet." 

Jenny smiled and thought about the kind of right feelings she wanted to give 
this stud. 

Seth put his fingers on his stomach again and looked down at the music and 
started to sing. The voice came out of his mouth clearly, like some kind of 
unashamed sound from nature. 

Circle and shoot. Circle and shoot. 

That was one of the main rules of good photography. And Jenny did not mind 
at all circling and shooting a sexy, young stud like this one. 

And now she did notice Seth's fine breath control, the way that his body was 
both relaxed and tense, the way he leaned forward and pressed the air out of 
his insides and let that air come out as almost magical, musical tones. 

And he was concentrating so much on the music that he did not seem to take 
notice of Jenny until she moved between him and the music stand and got down 
on her knees there. 

The redhead was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and she turned her 
camera up toward the young man and clicked off a couple of frames. 

Then she moved her camera away from her face and smiled up at the young man. 
Seth was looking down at her and smiling, and he smiled even more when the 
redhead raised her fingers up to the crotch of his pants and touched him 
there. 

Seth had quite a basket, Jenny found, but, after all, he was a baritone. 

"Do you want to take pictures of that too?" Seth asked. 

"No," Jenny said with a grin. 

She slipped her fingers off his sexy crotch and lifted her arm up and ran 
those fingers over the hair on his stomach and chest. That hair was soft and 
thrilling as she touched it. 

"Your father was right," she said softly. "All that hair makes a nice 
difference." 

She moved her fingers down to his loins again and grinned and added, "But 
this makes the best difference, Seth. Even without hair, you would be sexy." 

And then, still grinning, the redhead slowly unzipped the young stud's pants 
and reached inside and touched the meat that was held captive there. She 
freed the cock by slipping it out of his pants. Then she stroked on on the 
fine, long shaft with her fingers. 

"I've never been able to sing," she admitted, "but I can suck." 

"I bet you can." 

Jenny moved her face closer to the cock and opened her lips and took the rod 
into her mouth. She pressed her lips tightly around the prick and started to 
suck on it. Then a groan came out of Seth's throat, and-like the musical 
tones he had sung-the groan was also baritone. 

Jenny worked her mouth back and forth on the prick as Seth opened his pants 
and pushed them down his legs. She ran her fingers over the base of his cock 
and felt the strength there as she worked her face close to his body and 
then pulled away from again in wet, sloppy jerks. 

Her movements were quick on the cock. She would work her lips back and forth 
on his rod and then she would pull her mouth off the thing and quickly lick 
the head of the organ. She would turn her head slightly and run her quick, 
lively tongue up and down the side of the shaft. 

She would kiss the prick on the side too, thrilling it and hardening it with 
her soft lips. Then she would go back to sucking as she slipped her fingers 
over the meat that was now wet from her own saliva. 

Finally, the redhead took her mouth off the quickening, sexy prick and 
smiled up at Seth. 

"Let's get naked and do this right," she suggested. 

"Sure," he agreed. "I always try to do everything right." 

But, with his stiff prick jutting out of his pants, Seth moved toward the 
door first. He locked the door to the practice room and then he turned and 
slipped out of his shoes and pushed his pants down. He stepped out of those 
pants with grace, Jenny thought, almost as he were a dander, not a singer. 

Jenny stood up and put her camera on the chair with his shirt. Then she 
pulled her T-shirt off over her head, exposing her big tits to the young 
man. She slipped out of her shoes too and opened her jeans and pushed them 
down. She was not wearing panties. Seth smiled when he saw her red bush. 

When they both naked, Seth and Jenny moved toward one another. The young 
singer put his arms around the redhead and pulled her close, pressed her 
big, soft tits against his hairy chest. Jenny squirmed against that hairy 
chest and sighed. She ran her fingers through the dark hair on his head too 
and she smiled at the sexy singer. 

And then he kissed her passionately. Jenny opened her mouth to his tongue, 
and found that that tongue-trained to make clear, distinct, musical 
sounds-was wild and lively in her mouth. 

But her tongue was pretty damned wild and lively too, even though she had 
had no training as a singer. 

As they kissed, as their tongues battled each other and moved together from 
one mouth to the other, Jenny slipped her arms around the young man and 
pulled herself even closer to his body. She moved her naked form against his 
and felt the hair on his chest tickling her tits. She raised one leg and ran 
the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh against his strong, male leg. 
And she felt his cock growing against her stomach too. She especially liked 
the feel of that stiffening dork against her freckled skin. 

When the kiss was over, Seth gently pushed the redhead away and ran his 
fingers down over her big tits and her stomach too. He slipped those fingers 
through her cunt hair as she closed her eyes and moaned softly. 

Soon his fingers were on the inside of her thighs and Jenny found herself 
standing with her legs spread wide. She leaned against Seth and kissed his 
strong shoulder as she felt those fingers on the lips of her pussy. 

"I play piano too," the baritone said, explaining why he was so good with 
his fingers. 

But it was not a piano he was playing at that moment. He was finding the 
right key in her cunt. He was touching the lips of her pussy, feeling the 
dampncss and softness and willingness down there. 

And then he slipped one finger into her snatch as the girl put her hand on 
the back of his neck and ran her tongue over his throat-where all those 
beautiful sounds had come from. 

And the redhead moaned and felt the sexiness growing down there in her sweet 
twat. She put her hand on his prick and started to stroke it, feeling the 
hardness growing on Seth. 

Seth worked his finger deep into her and held it inside of her for just one 
sexy split-second. Then he pulled the finger back until just the tip of his 
finger was inside her twat. He pressed that tip around the walls of her 
pussy and he turned the finger so that part of it was touching her clitoris 
too. Then he ran the finger deep into Jenny again. 

"Oh, Seth," Jenny whispered into his car as she leaned against him. "You 
really know how to treat a pussy. You really know how to get a cunt hot and 
wet and wild." 

And the singer smiled and worked his finger back and forth in her cunt, back 
and forth against her clit too. Jenny felt a little weak from all the lust 
that was flowing through her and had to put both arms around Seth's neck in 
order to hold herself up. 

When her pussy was wet and ready for his prick, his cock was hard and ready 
to fuck her cunt. 

As Seth pulled his finger out of her, Jenny moved away from him and slipped 
down onto the floor. The sexy redhead then spread her legs wide and held out 
her arms for him. 

"Come on down, stud," she said, "and fuck me." 

Seth gave her that sweet smile as he moved down onto the floor next to her. 
He moved his hands over her big tits again and he kissed her softly on the 
mouth. 

"Oh, stud," she moaned, "fuck me and make me hear the music." 

Of course, Seth knew what kind of music she was talking about. It was the 
special music, the humming and the sighing and the sweet tones that came to 
your head when you were screwing like crazy. 

It was the kind of music that Seth wanted to hear too. 

The muscles in Seth's body flexed as he moved over the redhead and slipped 
into position between her sexy, spread legs. 

Jenny reached down between her body and Seth's body and grabbed his dork 
again. She moaned a little as she guided that cock into her snatch. She 
raised her legs and Seth slipped his arms under those legs, helping her hold 
them up as the tip of his prick went into her snatch. 

Then, when he was firmly implanted in her cunt, Jenny took her fingers off 
his member and ran her hand up her stomach and over one of her big tits 
again. With her other hand, she touched Seth's face and smiled up at him. 

"Ram it into me," she said. 

She saw the momentary tension in Seth's body and then he slammed the cock 
home. She sighed and twisted a little on the floor as she felt that big 
member inside her. 

Then, as Seth started to move his prick back and forth inside her twat, she 
began to move with him. She rocked on that floor and moaned. 

She reached up with both hands and touched his handsome face and pulled that 
face down to her. She kissed him as she slipped her fingers over his hairy 
chest too. 

That chest, she thought, where all those fine, musical sounds came from, was 
one of the most masculine things she had ever felt. But, of course, that 
cock in her pussy was pretty damned masculine too. 

The redhead moved her fingers down Seth's chest and touched his stomach. She 
sighed and he sighed as the girl pressed her fingers against his stomach. 
She felt the air coming out of him and hitting her face like a sweet breeze. 

Seth kissed her face as he fucked her and Jenny closed her eyes and listened 
for the music. Yes, there it was. It came to her very quickly. The groaning, 
sighing sound that two people made when they were one. That familiar sound 
of a cock working its way deep into a pussy-something like a wet slap, 
something like a sucking, something like nothing else in the world. This was 
the music that the sexy redhead specialized in. 

It was the finest music in the world, she thought, the sweetest music two 
people could make together. . 

Jenny wrapped her legs around Seth's body and fucked with him and listened 
to that music of the sexual spheres. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Scenes from a new semester, in the warm, early autumn of college lust: 

Somewhere on the campus that evening, a girl sat in a car and opened her 
blouse and said to the boy she had dated through her freshman year, "You've 
wanted it since the homecoming dande and I wouldn't give it to you. I was 
afraid you wouldn't respect me. I thought you might talk about me to the 
other guys you hang around with. But something terrible happened to me this 
summer while I was home and now you can have it. And you tell any guy you 
want to tell. I don't give a shit any more." And the boy did not even stop 
to ask what terrible thing could have happened during those hot months back 
in her hometown. He just smiled and sighed and leaned forward and started to 
suck gratefully upon a sweet tit. 

Somewhere on the campus, a girl was thinking that this young man-probably a 
senior-who had started to talk to her in the student union was one of the 
most fascinating figures she had ever seen. He seemed to know so much about 
life. And she was making up her mind to let him slip his hand under her 
skirt, even though she did not even know his last name, and she was feeling 
a little bit like a tramp. But that feeling was exciting to her just the 
same. 

Somewhere on the campus, a girl had finished putting all her worldly goods 
in their proper place and now was looking out the window of her dorm room 
and seeing a handsome, young guy walking across the green. She was falling 
madly in love with the way that he moved-as if he were sure of everything in 
the world-and wondering if she would ever see him again or work up the 
courage to speak to him. And she was turning away from the window and 
looking at the teddy bear that lay on her bed and thinking that really was a 
childish thing to have brought to college. 

Somewhere on the campus, a lad of tender years was sipping on liquor that an 
upperclassman had brought for him in the store near the campus and he was 
trying to get used to the burning taste of the stuff. And he was thinking 
about sexy cheerleaders and how they always wanted to fuck only the athletes 
and he was starting to get angry with the world. 

Somewhere on the campus, a girl took off her glasses and lay down naked on 
her narrow dorm-room bed and was happy that her room-mate had gone out on a 
date that evening. The girl did not even turn out the light. She reached 
between her thighs and touched the lips of her pussy with her fingers and 
thought about fucking her favorite professor--the young man with the curly 
hair who taught art appreciation. 

Somewhere on the campus, a junior was sitting in his dorm room telling 
stories to his new friends-all male freshmen and sophomores, talking about 
the time that he and his friend had gotten into the girls' dorm early one 
morning and had hidden in the broom closet next to the bathroom and had 
listened to the girls giggling as they had taken their showers. And the 
younger guys were impressed with the story of true adventure and the junior 
was hoping none of them found out it was a fucking lie. 

And, in Brad's apartment that evening, on a bed surrounded by stacks of 
books, Kim took her mouth off the man's cock and clutched the thing in her 
fingers as she looked up at him and smiled. 

"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big and so sweet," the blonde said. "I want to 
suck on it forever." 

"It's good when a little girl wants to suck her daddy," the man moaned. 

Kim could tell that Brad was on fire with lust, and she added to that fire 
when she licked her lips and then took the tip of his organ into her mouth 
again. 

She tightened her lips around the crown of that prick and felt the powerful 
strength of the tool almost vibrate inside her. The vibration moved into her 
too and worked its way down to her pussy. She was throbbing with need down 
there in her twat. 

Then she opened her mouth a little and went further down on that long, thick 
prick. Kim got more than half of the dork into her mouth and then she 
started to move her head up and down again. She could feel the spear growing 
even harder and more wonderfully brutal as she sucked with delight and the 
man groaned there on the bed. 

As Kim sucked Brad's cock, she moved her fingers over his hairy balls. Then 
she took her mouth off his organ and pressed the stiff thing back against 
his stomach with her fingers. That made his balls jump at her face. 

Kim stuck out her tongue and licked on those balls as Brad reached down and 
touched her blonde, soft hair. 

"Good, little girl," he moaned. "Daddy loves you, little girl." 

The girl's tongue was quick and wet. She licked over the veins of those 
balls and then pressed her lips against that flesh and kissed him softly in 
that most secret, male place. 

The writing instructor closed his eyes and thought of all the sexy, little 
girls who had come before this blonde. In his career as a teacher, he had 
usually had at least one young thing who was willing to serve him. 

The one who had written that volume of poetry based on what she had learned 
about life from Brad mingled in the man's head with the others-who had not 
yet achieved any greatness as writers. The black one with the dimples who 
had bounced on his cock for nearly six months was now an advertising 
copywriter, but Brad did not hold it against her that she had given up fine 
arts for the world of commerce. The dark-haired one with the wide, soft 
mouth had loved using her mouth on his prick and was now a housewife in 
suburbia, but Brad suspected that, down deep, she was still remembering what 
she had done with her writing instructor and perhaps even writing an 
occasional poem about it too. The slender one who was from the country and 
always wore tight jeans had actually published a story in a men's magazine-a 
story about lust and the job she had taken collecting semen from bulls. But 
she had wandered off to find herself and had started to hitch-hike across 
the nation and Brad had not heard from her for a couple .of years. He just 
hoped she was all right. He hoped she had not been hurt by some guy in a 
big, air-conditioned car, had not been murdered by the side of the road. 
That would be a tragic way for a girl from the country to end up. 

But this little blonde who was licking his balls and handling his cock was 
one of the best. Brad could already tell that, although he had not read 
anything she had written. 

As a ball-Iicker, Brad thought, this girl was certainly a prize winner. And 
she would just have to be a good writer too. She had gotten into the fantasy 
about daddies and little girls very quickly, and that was a sign of a good 
imagination. 

Kim finished with her kissing and licking of Brad's balls and raised her 
head up and pressed the tip of his organ against her chin. She smiled at the 
older man and said, "Daddy, your little girl needs a good fucking. She 
really, truly docs, Daddy." 

Now, what daddy could refuse a request like that one? 

Brad smiled down at the blonde as he spoke to her. 

"Climb aboard your daddy's cock, you sweet, little girl, and take a long, 
fine ride." 

As Kim moved up to her knees, she remembered her vow to be faithful to 
Harry, her boyfriend. The naked girl could not help but think that she was 
keeping her vow in a way. She had been tempted by those young, stud yummies 
on the campus and she had fought off that temptation. 

As she spread her thighs over Brad's slender, strong body, she thought that 
she would stay with older men. She would fuck and suck with older men and 
then she would not have to be unfaithful to her boyfriend at all. 

Kim reached down under her twat and grasped Brad's cock in her fingers. She 
shivered a little and touched her firm, young, sweet tit with her other 
hand. 

"Oh, Daddy," she said, "I need a really good fucking." 

"That's just what your daddy is going to give you," the man promised. 

Then Brad reached up and touched her body with his hands. He slipped his 
fingers over her tits and her sides and made the girl shudder with more 
sexual feelings. 

And, as Brad touched Kim's naked, yearning body, she slipped her fingers 
over his hard cock. She knew from her experiences with Harry that nothing 
pleased a man more than fingertips on his stiff rod. 

With his hands on her sides, Brad moved the girl down onto his cock and she 
sighed and tossed her blonde hair as she felt the tip of that organ go into 
her twat. 

"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, "your cock is so good and big." 

It was all a game, but it was not a lie. 

The little, sexy blonde did feel her cunt being stretched by that rod. She 
did feel a nice, little-girl shiver go through her as she slipped her 
fingers off the dork and left her pussy impaled on the sword of male flesh. 

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "ram that thing into me. Now, Daddy. Now." 

The little girl wanted it raw and rough from her daddy. She shivered a 
little on his prick. 

And she gasped as she felt Brad's hands on her thighs, touching her soft and 
feminine flesh there. His fingers were strong and warm and virile, just like 
the prick that was now in her pussy. 

Then those fingers grasped her firmly and held her steady and Brad jerked 
under her, slammed more of his meat into her. The girl cried out with 
passionate fire as he pulled her down too, pulled her down onto his mighty 
prick. 

"All of it, Daddy," she gasped. "Your little girl wants all of that cock." 

And Kim leaned forward slightly and touched the man's chest with her 
fingers. She traced those fingers through the gray hair on that thin chest 
as he slammed even more of his cock into her hot cunt, and she sighed and 
pursed her lips and took the prick greedily. 

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "That is the way I like it." 

Kim started to rock back and forth on Brad's prick, feeling the thing slip 
in and out of the deepness and the sweetness of her twat. 

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she murmured. "Fuck your little girl's hot pussy." 

As he started to groan and grind under the girl, Brad moved his hands up her 
body again and touched those tits-those fine, sexy, full, ripe tits. Those 
breasts heaved with delight as he rammed the girl again and again with his 
cock. 

"Yes, Daddy," Kim muttered, "my tits are yours. Touch them. Feel them. Your 
little girl loves it when you do things to her tits." 

Suddenly, Brad thought of something else he would like to do to those fine 
breasts. 

The older man continued to work his prick deep into her Kim's cunt as he 
raised up on the bed and put his arms tightly around her naked body. He 
pulled the girl closer to him and pressed his mouth against one of her pink, 
sweet nipples. 

Brad started to suck on that nipple and he felt the sexy girl tremble in his 
grasp. Kim raised her arms high over her head and stretched her fingers to 
the ceiling. 

"Yes, Daddy. All of me. Take all of me, Daddy. Suck me. Fuck me. Do it all, 
Daddy. I want it all, Daddy. On my tit. In my cunt. Your little girl wants 
it all." 

Kim could almost feel the heat of the lust in the air and she thought as the 
man fucked her and sucked on her nipple that that heat would soon set the 
books around the bed on fire. 

But, even if those books started to burn around her, Kim knew she would not 
care at all-not with this man fucking her, not with this new and collegiate 
experience driving her mad with wild passion. For this kind of fucking, she 
would gladly take the chande of burning too. 

Somewhere on the campus that evening, a soft, sensitive girl looked at a boy 
with very dark skin and knew she had to have him. She moved close to him on 
the bed and touched his dark skin and smiled at him and let him know that 
she wanted his dark cock inside of her. 

Somewhere on the campus, a girl who was a senior offered another glass of 
red wine to a freshman boy with dark, soft hair and full lips and smiled as 
he sipped on that wine, knowing that she would have him, knowing that she 
would taste the freshness of his freshman flesh and feel the hardness of 
part of that flesh inside her. 

Somewhere on the campus, Jenny returned to her dorm room and wondered where 
her new room-mate was so late in the evening. And, as. she undressed and 
prepared for bed, the redhead thought that Kim might have been tempted on 
that campus that night by some sexy yummy of a guy, that Kim might have 
given in to temptation even more quickly than Jenny had imagined she would 
give in, that Kim might actually be fucking and beginning her true, college 
education. 

And Jenny stood in the dorm room naked and looked at her room-mate's empty 
bed and smiled. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The building was the one that all the students called Old Main. It had been 
the first structure put up on the campus nearly 100 years before. Even 
though it was not so tall as the newer buildings, there was still a kind of 
imposing grace to Old Main that none of the other places on the campus had. 

Maybe the gargoyles gave the building its grace and power, Jenny thought. 
Old Main was the only structure on the campus with gargoyles. 

The redhead leaned out the window on the top floor of Old Main and aimed her 
camera up at the gargoyle that peered down at her. It was something like a 
serpent and something like a bird and its mouth was opened wide so that 
rain-water from the top of the building could escape through that mouth and 
splatter down onto the sidewalk below. Jenny was careful, for she did not 
want to splatter on that sidewalk too. 

"Okay," the photographer said when she was in perfect position. 

Then the young stud peered out from behind the gargoyle. He put his hand on 
the statue's head and leaned out over the dragon-bird and smiled. He was not 
wearing a shirt and his chest was muscular and hairless and perfect. 

Jenny snapped a few pictures of that young guy grinning with his gargoyle. 
In her mind, the stone animal and the living, breathing, shirtless stud 
became like brothers up there on the top of Old Main. 

The young stud's name was Ronnie, and he was a basketball player. He was 
also Jenny's favorite model. 

"It's called a griffin," he said softly as the girl took the pictures. 

"What?" Jenny asked. 

Ronnie rubbed the gargoyle's head and said, "This mythical creature. It's 
called a griffin." 

"Okay," Jenny said, knowing that Ronnie was showing off his intelligence. 

He was very smart, especially for a basketball player. He belonged to a 
national organization of scholar-athletes, and he had once had his picture 
taken with a United States Senator who had been both a Rhodes Scholar and a 
pro basketball player. But the truth was that Jenny was not particularly 
interested in his mind. 

"I'll be up there in a minute," the redhead finally said, and then she 
slipped off the window sill and moved back into the building. 

The assistant registrar whose office was on the top floor of the building 
looked up from his computer printouts as Jenny slipped in from the window. 
The assistant registrar was a dry, little, old man who did all the numerical 
breakdowns of the student population. If you wanted to know how many 
American Indian students had attended the college in 1933, for example, you 
called this dry, little man and he could probably give you the figure off 
the top of his head. 

"Did you get what you needed, Jenny?" the assistant registrar asked. 

"Yes," the girl said. "Thank you very much." 

"No trouble," the man said. "I don't get much company up here. Here's an 
interesting statistic, Jenny. Even in 1903, there were five Chinese students 
at the college. Now where do you imagine they came from?" 

"China," the girl said. 

"No. I mean how did five Chinese students end up here in 1903?" 

"I wouldn't have the slightest idea," the girl said, trying to sound vaguely 
interested in the old man's figures. 

But, actually, the number of Chinese students at the college in 1903 meant 
as little to her as Ronnie's information about griffins. Jenny had more 
important things to think about-such as her work as a photographer and 
Ronnie's muscular, sexy body. 

"I'll have to do more research," the assistant registrar said. "The heathen 
Chinese here in 1903. A very interesting figure." 

"Thanks for the use of your office," Jenny said as she headed toward the 
door. 

"Any time," the dry, old man muttered as he bent down over his numbers 
again. 

The redhead dashed up a flight of dusty stairs and opened the door that led 
to the roof of Old Main. As she opened that door, she saw Ronnie sitting on 
a gargoyle. 

He was wearing a pair of cut-offs that were tight enough to show off the 
bulge in his crotch and he was sitting on the back of the mythical creature 
on the roof with his legs hanging down on either side of the gargoyle's 
tight, stone wings. He was not wearing shoes or socks. Even his feet looked 
strong and sexy, Jenny thought. 

And it looked as if those wings were growing right out of him, Jenny thought 
as if those wings were part of his sexy male crotch. 

The redhead stepped outside the door and raised her camera and snapped off a 
couple of pictures as Ronnie sat there and smiled at her. 

Then she lowered her camera and smiled back. , "Very nice," she said, 
looking at the bulge in his cut-offs. "A very good study in form." 

"Where do you want me now?" the athlete asked. 

The sexy girl pointed toward another gargoyle, another semi-monster in stone 
that looked something like a man and something like a monkey. The figure was 
leaning out over the edge of the roof. 

"I want you leaning against that thing's behind," the photographer said. 
Ronnie jumped off the wings of the serpent-bird and moved toward the stone 
monkey-man. He leaned back against the figure with the sun shining in from 
behind him and he crossed his strong arms over his chest. 

"Reminds me of Hugo," he said. "Who's Hugo?" the girl asked as she focused 
the camera. 

"Victor Hugo. The author of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Quasimodo. The ugly 
man who danced among the gargoyles of the cathedral." 

"You're not ugly," the redhead said, "and I don't want you dancing either. I 
want to stand still." 

Ronnie just smiled and shrugged his bare shoulders and crossed one ankle in 
front of another as he leaned against the stone monkey-man. 

"Yes, like that," the photographer said. As she started to take pictures, 
Jenny thought that Ronnie looked very sure of himself up there on the roof 
of Old Main. And why shouldn't he be sure of himself? He was young and 
strong and handsome and sexy and intelligent too. No doubt about it. Ronnie 
had a great life ahead of him. He might even end up as a United States 
senator himself, the redhead thought. 

Jenny studied the confident and smiling Ronnie as she snapped a few more 
pictures, and she felt her pussy growing wet with hot desire. She would have 
to fuck Ronnie, she decided. 

And she would have no trouble working up Ronnie's desire, Jenny knew. She 
had already fucked him a few times, and the young stud was always ready for 
another hearty experience. 

But this experience would be a little different, Jenny thought, because she 
intended to fuck Ronnie--not in a bed or in the backseat of a car but up 
here on the roof of Old Main. 

The redhead was wearing her usual, early-fall attire-clothes meant to catch 
the last bits of warmth before the chill of the year set in. And she knew 
she looked good in her T-shirt and her shorts. 

She lowered her camera moved toward Ronnie and reached out with one hand. 

"Hold my camera for a second, will you, Ronnie? Be careful. You know how 
important it is to me." 

"Sure," the young stud said, and he took the camera from her hand. 

He was still leaning against the stone monkey-man, but he stood up straight 
when he saw the redhead pull her T-shirt off her over head and bare her tits 
for him. 

Ronnie smiled as Jenny reached out and took the camera back. Carefully, she 
wrapped the thing in the T-shirt to protect it from dirt, and she moved to a 
corner of the roof and put it down gently. Then she turned and smiled at the 
young stud and ran her fingers over her big and freckled tits. 

"Photography is important to me," she explained, "but you know, Ronnie, that 
there is one thing that is more important to me." 

The young man crossed his arms over his muscular, hairless chest again and 
smiled. He already knew what Jenny was talking about, but he wanted to hear 
her say it. 

"What's more important to you than photography?" he asked. 

"Fucking," the girl answered with a smile. 

Ronnie pushed himself away from the stone monkey-man and slowly approached 
the redhead. 

"You want it here?" he asked. "On the roof of Old Main?" 

"Right here," Jenny informed the stud as she moved toward him too. 

The redhead reached out and ran her fingers over the big bulge in the sexy 
cut-offs that the athletic, young stud was wearing. 

"You are very intelligent," she said with a smile. "I appreciate your mind, 
but I appreciate this even more." 

"I don't mind being appreciated for that too," Ronnie said. 

And then he put his arms around Jenny and pulled her close to him. Her soft, 
freckled tits pressed against his muscular body as they kissed and opened 
their mouths and moved their tongues back and forth from one mouth to 
another. 

It was a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that added fire to both their 
loins. 

When the kiss was over, Jenny pushed herself away from Ronnie and slipped 
down to her knees there on top of Old Main. 

She moved her fingers over the bulge in his cut-offs again and she smiled. 
Then she opened those cut-offs and pushed them down Ronnie's legs. 
Naturally, the sexy stud was not wearing any underwear. 

Naturally, the prick jumped out at Jenny and looked delicious in its sweet, 
half-hard state. 

Jenny wrapped her fingers around that dork and brought her pretty face close 
to the thing and kissed the tip of Ronnie's dick with a soft, wet smack. The 
athlete shivered when she did that. 

Then the girl raised up a little and put her other hand under her tit. She 
lifted that breast and pressed her nipple against the crown of Ronnie's 
cock. That made the stud shudder and groan with sexual pleasure, and it made 
Jenny shudder and groan a little bit herself. She loved the way that the 
cock felt against the sensitive flesh of her nipple. 

Ronnie pushed his cut-offs further down his legs and sighed to the redhead 
in a manly tone. 

"Touch me there, Jenny. You know where I like to be touched. You've done it 
before. Do it again." 

Yes, the female photographer knew all about the touch that gave her favorite 
athlete his favorite thrill. She had not stopped to wonder why that touch 
did those special things to him. Jenny was not the kind of girl to think too 
much about the meaning of sex. You got nothing but pitiful and painful 
frustration from thinking about sex, she reasoned. And she was too busy 
enjoying the sweet nastiness of sex to think about its deeper, sometimes 
sorrowful implications. 

She took her hand off Ronnie's dork and moved both of her hands back behind 
him. She caressed his buttocks with her fingers and slipped those fingers 
down the crack in his strong, firm ass. 

Ronnie groaned and grabbed his own cock and twisted his body a little as she 
touched his buns and made the fire inside him grow even hotter. 

Then, as the redhead continued to move her fingers up and down the crack in 
Ronnie's ass, she lowered her face to his rod and opened her lips and worked 
her mouth over that meat. 

She grasped his buns with her fingers and kneaded them as if they were 
pieces of dough and she worked her mouth up and down on Ronnie's throbbing 
organ. She could feel her pussy flooding with juices as she did that, and 
Jenny knew that, when Ronnie was ready to fuck her, she would be ready to 
receive his cock with gusto. 

In no time at all, the athlete was hard and strong down there. As Jenny 
moved off his dork and took her hands away from his ass, he pushed his 
cutoffs down his legs and stepped out of them. 

Jenny turned and twisted and slipped out of her shoes and pushed her own 
shorts off too so that she was as naked as her favorite model. 

Ronnie grasped his pole of male flesh and looked down at her as Jenny lay 
back and spread her legs and touched the red hair that grew above her pussy. 
Then she worked her fingers down over the lips of her cunt too and touched 
her sweetness. 

"I want to be fucked," she said. "I want to be fucked by that big, hard cock 
of yours." 

At that moment, the door opened and the little old man who was the assistant 
registrar peeked out. 

"Jenny?" he said softly. "Arc you still out here?" 

"Yes," the redhead said, and she did not even look at the dry, little man. 
She kept her eyes on that big dork that Ronnie caressed with his hand. 

The assistant registrar saw that Jenny and the stud were naked, but he was 
not shocked. He had been working as a college administrator for years. He 
just smiled and said, "I think about four hundred couples have fucked up 
here since Old Main was built. That is just an estimate, of course, based on 
recent figures and projections based on those figures back into history. Not 
so many couples in recent years, though. Now that we have coed dorms and 
things like that, our annual quota of fucking couples on top of Old Main has 
diminished. It's good to see the tradition revived." 

But Jenny and her model were not interested in his statistics. He could tell 
that. The old man just turned and closed the door quietly and walked back 
down the dusty steps to his office. 

When they were again alone, Ronnie started to move down to Jenny. 

But, suddenly, the redhead put up her hands and stopped him. 

"No," she said, "not flat on the roof. Not this way." 

Ronnie just stared at her. He didn't know what Jenny had in mind, but he was 
sure he would go along with it. She was sure whatever fantastic thing she 
had thought up would be very sexy. 

The naked redhead stood up and moved toward the serpent-bird again. She 
leaned against the stone gargoyle and positioned herself between the wings. 

"Here," she said. "Standing up. Right at the edge of the roof. That will be 
better." 

Ronnie grinned. That position was just fine with him. 

He moved in close to Jenny and pressed his strong, male body against her 
feminine form. She groaned when he trapped her there-between the cool stone 
and the warm and sexy flesh on his muscular body. 

Ronnie kissed Jenny's neck and her freckled shoulder as she reached down 
between them and took his cock in her hand. 

Ronnie slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Jenny 
sighed and threw her arms over the wings of the gargoyle to hold herself up 
and slipped her legs around Ronnie's body as she felt the tip of that dork 
go into her hot pussy. 

The redhead groaned out the words in a lusty tone. 

"Deep into me. Drive deep into me, stud." 

Ronnie took a deep breath. She could feel his chest expand against her tits. 
And then he slammed his cock deep into her cunt. 

Jenny let out a moan that seemed to echo through the air, and she would not 
have been surprised to find out that students all over the campus could hear 
it. And she didn't care if they heard it. She was stuffed with hard, sexy 
cock and she felt wonderful. 

The athlete was strong and limber. He fucked her with case as her legs 
tightened around his body. Jenny felt her back rubbing against the cold 
stone of the gargoyle and closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as that 
prick went back and forth inside her. 

"Oh, Ronnie, you're a fine, handsome stud," she whimpered. "And smart too. 
You really know how to fuck a girl and make her feel good." 

Ronnie just groaned and felt pretty damned good himself as he rammed that 
prick deep into the redhead's sexy, tight wetness again and again. 

As he fucked her, Jenny sighed and lay back on the serpent-bird until her 
red hair was floating down from the gargoyle and slipping about in the 
breeze. She was not afraid of falling. Her legs were tight around Ronnie and 
he was running his hands over her tits and her stomach too. He was strong 
and he would keep her from danger while he fucked her. 

Inside his office, the assistant registrar heard the girl's groaning and 
went to his window. He looked up at that red hair and caught a glimpse of 
her naked body too as she turned and twisted on the griffin gargoyle. 

The little man grinned and spoke softly to himself. 

"Maybe this is a sign of something. They're up on Old Main fucking again. 
Maybe they're getting back to tradition." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

In front of the steps that led up to the massive, old college library, four 
pillars jutted out of the ground and pointed toward the heavens. They were 
each about twenty feet tall and looked like the ruins left over by some 
terrible disaster. In a way, they looked silly, but they were nice to lean 
against on a cool, autumn night while Kim was waiting for Brad to come out 
of the library. 

The blonde was wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans and she knew she looked 
sweet and sexy, especially when she raised one sneakered foot and put it 
flat against a pillar. She stretched out her arms and touched another pillar 
with her fingers. She had had a few weeks of classes in courses such as 
psychology now. She knew all about phallic symbols, and the tall pillars 
were very phallic indeed. 

She kept glancing out of the corner of her eye at the young guy who sat on 
the steps leading up to the library. If she had been of a different frame of 
mind, Kim thought, she might have found the guy cute. He had black, curly, 
rebellious hair, the kind no brush could control. And he was tall and thin 
too. Sure, he wore big, round glasses, but even they were cute, Kim thought. 

And he was staring at her as she stood there between the pillars, probably 
trying to work up the courage to get up and walk toward her and speak to 
her. It would be a shame if he did work up that courage, the sexy blonde 
thought, for she would have nothing to do with him. She wanted only older 
men. She was staying faithful to her boyfriend at another college by 
spreading her legs only for Brad and maybe a guy like Brad-but certainly not 
young guys. 

And the guy on the steps of the library might even be younger than she was, 
Kim thought. 

Finally, she saw Brad coming down the steps from that library and she smiled 
at him. She pushed herself away from the pillars and yearned to run to him 
and hug him and kiss him. But Kim controlled her emotions. 

She knew she could not go around kissing teachers in public. 

Brad came toward her and smiled. 

"Hello, Kim," he said. "I am sorry I kept you waiting. I had just a bit of 
research to do." 

"That's all right, sir," the blonde said softly. "I didn't have to wait that 
long." 

Then, to Kim's surprise, Brad turned toward the thin kid with the curly hair 
and waved at him. 

"Come along, Dallas," he said. "This is the girl I want you to meet." 

The the thin guy with the glasses got up slowly and came down the library 
steps too. He strolled toward Kim and Brad as the blonde stood there and 
wondered just what the fuck was going on. 

But Brad did not seem to be any mood for explaining. He just grinned and put 
one hand on Kim's shoulder and the other hand on the shoulder of the kid 
with the curly hair. 

"Come along, children," he said. "Daddy is going to teach you two a few 
things about life." 

The boy named Dallas grinned as they started to walk toward Brad's 
apartment. Kim was confused by this new turn of events, but she went along 
too. 

When they got to that apartment, Brad fixed drinks for all of them. Kim 
found herself sitting next to Dallas on a sofa and still wondering what that 
boy was doing here. She kept her eyes on Brad, but she could feel the 
curly-haired boy staring at her, grinning at her. 

When Brad had passed out the drinks, she noticed that Dallas only sipped on 
his. The boy was obviously not used to liquor. Well, Kim could not fault him 
for that. She was not used to drinking cither. 

But Brad took a long drink of his liquor and then sat down in a chair across 
from the sofa. Finally, he started to explain things. 

"Dallas here is a poet," he told the sexy, little blonde girl. "A virgin 
poet." 

Then Kim glanced at Dallas and she saw the young guy blush a little. 

"He has a good technique as a poet," Brad said. "He chooses his words well. 
But you can imagine how shallow his poetry is, with his being a virgin and 
all." 

Brad took another drink from his tall glass and continued. 

"I noticed the shallowness, the lack of real subject matter, the lack of 
real understanding about the world. And I confronted Dallas with my 
findings. He admitted to me that he is a virgin. Of course, he is only 
eighteen. I am sure there are many eighteen-year-old virgins on the campus 
right now. But Dallas has poetical skill, and I feel I should help him to 
learn more about life." 

By now, the boy sitting next to Kim was actually shivering a little. He was 
growing nervous, but he was still grinning at the blonde. 

"Actually, little girl," the man said to Kim, "you are the one who is going 
to help Dallas learn more about life." 

Now it all made sense. Now it all came together in Kim's mind. Brad wanted 
her to fuck this young guy. Now it was Kim's turn to be nervous. 

How could she explain to Brad the difference? How could she tell him about 
her spiritual bond to her boyfriend on another campus? Her sexual 
relationship with Brad did not break that bond with Harry, her boyfriend, 
but, if she went to bed with Dallas, this young, virgin male, then something 
would be severed in a terrible way. How could she find the words to tell 
Brad and Dallas what was in her heart? And how could she do it without 
hurting the curly-haired guy's feelings? They were probably sensitive 
feelings, Kim thought. Virgin emotions are usually very sensitive. 

But Brad did not even notice her sudden anguish. He just said, "Dallas is 
like a son to me, and you are like a daughter, Kim. Therefore, like a good 
father, I will sit and watch the two of you and make sure everything goes 
well." 

Brad wanted to watch them fuck! 

The idea made Kim's blue eyes grow wide with surprise. And she could feel 
Dallas shivering beside her even more. 

Before the blonde even realized what was going on in her brain, she was 
asking the question in her soft, little-girl voice--the voice she used often 
with Brad: 

"Do you want me to do this for you, Daddy? Do you want your little girl to 
do this to make you happy too?" 

"Of course, my dear," the man said. "It will make me very happy if you help 
out your brother in this way." 

Her brother? Yes, Brad saw his spiritual, poetry-writing son as her brother, 
for she was his spiritual, sexy daughter. 

Suddenly, all thoughts of her boyfriend vanished from her head. If Brad was 
going to watch and enjoy this sexual encounter, then she was really doing it 
for the older man-not for the nervous boy who sat next to her. And, if she 
did it for Brad, it would be all right. 

Dallas would be nothing more than a sexual tool for Brad's pleasure and her 
pleasure too. He was a living, breathing guy, but, in this game, Kim could 
think of him the way she might think of a dildo. She had allowed Brad to use 
a dildo on her one night. Now she would allow Brad to use Dallas on her too. 

Kim lifted her glass of liquor and drained it. Then she smiled. 

"Let's do it, Daddy," she said. "I'll fuck my sweet, sexy brother for you." 

About a minute later, they were all in Brad's bedroom. Kim noticed that the 
man had picked up a lot of the books that were on the floor around the bed 
and had stacked them on the shelves at the side of the room. He had also 
pulled a chair up close to the bed. Of course, he would sit in that chair 
while he watched his sexy, spiritual children fuck. 

Kim and Dallas were sitting on the edge of the bed, and the blonde girl was 
smiling at the dark-haired boy. 

"Have you ever felt a tit before?" she asked. 

"A real tit on a girl?" the young poet muttered. "No, I haven't." 

Kim felt the rush of the liquor warming her brain as she pulled her sweater 
up and over her head. She had not worn anything under that sweater. She 
dropped it on the floor beside the bed and turned toward Dallas and reached 
out for one of his hands. 

She guided that hand to her left breast. "Feel me," she said. "Feel me while 
daddy watches us." 

At first, the boy's hand just lay there on her breast, but then something 
started to happen. Put a male's hand on something soft like a female breast 
and he naturally started to caress it with his fingers. 

Cindy closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she felt those fingers on her 
tit. 

"Nice, very nice," she said. "Feel the nipple too. That is very sensitive." 

And Dallas touched that nipple with his fingers and made it hard and bumpy 
with excitement. And he was a quick student too, she found. Soon he was 
moving his other hand to her other tit and feeling that mound too. 

"Oh, I bet his poetry-making machine is already getting well-oiled," Brad 
said as he cased down into his chair. "I know his poetry is going to be 
filled with tits from now on. The softness of life and the sexiness of life. 
And it will be your softness and sexiness, little girl. Your daddy is very 
proud of you." 

With those words, Brad urged Kim on in a very special way. The hands of 
Dallas were still on her tits when she touched the young guy's face with her 
fingers and looked into his glasses, looked into his eyes. 

"You've kissed a girl before, right?" she said. 

"Oh, yes," Dallas said. "I'm not completely without experience. Just almost 
completely." 

"Show me how you kiss, my brother," Kim said softly. 

And, when Brad heard the blonde refer to the guy as her brother, he moaned 
and rubbed the crotch of his pants. 

Dallas put his mouth on Kim's and gave her something like a kiss. But it was 
quick and didn't have much passion in it. He needed a few pointers on 
kissing too, the blonde decided. 

"Relax your mouth," Kim said, "and try to communicate to me all of the nice 
things you feel right now with your kiss. like this." 

As the blonde moved her face close to the face of Dallas, she slipped her 
sexy fingers over his neck and worked those fingers through his dark curls. 
She pressed her soft mouth against his mouth and felt him relax a little a 
bit. 

As he relaxed, Kim opened his mouth with her tongue and worked that tongue 
into his mouth. She touched his tongue with her own and felt his arms go 
around her. 

Yes, Dallas was already learning, she thought. As he shared this soft and 
sweet kiss with Kim, he pulled her close and let her naked tits move against 
his chest. Together, the girl and the boy fell back onto the bed and soon 
Dallas was kissing her face and moving his hand over her fine, sweet tit. 

Brad watched the way the lad touched the girl and smiled. Dallas had the 
touch of the poet, he thought, and now he was giving that poet's touch to 
Kim. In Brad's brain, Kim and Dallas-the blonde girl and the dark-haired 
boy-were a sister and a brother, sharing sexiness while their daddy looked 
on like some kind of king in the house. And Brad was that daddy, that king. 

The blonde girl moved away from Dallas and smiled down on him. She moved her 
fingers over his shirt, unbuttoning it with quickness. She opened that shirt 
and moved her face down to his thin chest. She kissed a male nipple and 
licked it with that quick tongue that he already had grown to know so well. 

Then Kim helped Dallas raised up a bit and she slipped the shirt from his 
shoulders. After he had taken off his shirt, the curly-haired lad reached 
out with both hands and massaged her tits some more. like most males, he 
liked the feel of breasts against his fingers. That softness probably echoed 
back in his brain to some half-remembered . sensation from childhood, Kim 
thought, some wonderful feeling from a time when the world seemed whole and 
pure and safe. 

The girl spoke softly to the lad. 

"Let me lie back, my brother. Then you can suck on my nipple. A girl-likes 
to have her nipples sucked by a guy." 

Dallas believed her, and, as Kim lay back on the bed, he moved his mouth 
down to one of those nipples and planted his lips on it. He kissed the 
nipple in the new and passionate way that Kim had taught him to kiss. Then 
he pressed his mouth against that sexy, pink spot and started to suck. As he 
sucked her tit, Kim slipped her fingers through his dark curls again and 
smiled at the man who sat there in the chair watching them. 

"Daddy," she said to the man, "my ittlc brother is learning quickly." 

Yes, Braid could see that Dallas was earning quickly. As he sucked on one 
nipple, he moved his fingers over Kim's other mound and massaged her. He 
knew without being told that a real stud had to keep the sensations moving 
in both breasts of a sexy girl. 

Kim moaned to Dallas as she sucked and touched her. 

"Oh, little brother, you are going to be such a stud. I can tell already. 
You are going to be just as good as Daddy, and he is the best stud I have 
ever had." 

When she said that, Brad felt proud, and, in his warm, manly pride, he 
rubbed the crotch of his pants. 

Kim slipped her fingers out of the young guy's curly hair and down his 
spine. She touched his soft flesh and then worked her hand over his 
buttocks. She massaged his butt through his pants until he took his mouth 
off the tit and looked up at her. 

"Should we get really naked?" he asked. 

Kim smiled down on him and nodded. "Yes," she said, "really naked. It is 
always best when you are really naked." 

"I thought as much," Dallas muttered. Dallas moved away from the girl and 
opened his pants as he kicked off his shoes. He pushed his pants down as Kim 
pushed her jeans down too. The two of them tumbled about on the bed, 
stripping off their clothes, as the man in the chair watched them with 
fevered eyes. 

When they were naked, Kim saw that Dallas' rod became a nice size. And it 
was half-hard with desire already. The blonde reached down and touched that 
prick with her fingers as Dallas turned his attention to the honey-colored 
hair that grew above the girl's pussy. 

He had never seen such sweet-looking hair before. It was dense and looked 
soft, like something you would put in a pillow that you would sleep on. 
Suddenly, the very idea of a pillow changed for Dallas, and he knew he would 
have to write a poem about lying down to sleep with your head on the soft 
pussy hair of a sexy female. He was not sure what a poem like that would 
truly mean, but it was an image that captivated him, and he knew that image 
would not leave his brain. 

Then he heard Kim speaking to him. 

"Come on, little brother," she said with her fingers around his dork. "Touch 
my pussy. Make me feel good down there. Get to know my cunt." 

The young guy's hand trembled as he moved it toward that honey-colored hair. 
He ran his fingers through that hair first, touching its softness and 
feeling the urgently female flesh under the hair. Then he slipped his 
fingers down between Kim's out-stretched thighs and felt a wetness. At 
first, he thought that the blonde might have pissed on herself. But then he 
realized that the wetness was something sweet that was coming out of her 
cunt, seeping out like oil bubbling up from a well. 

Then the man in the chair spoke to him. 

"Get down there and look at that cunt, Dallas," Brad said. "Study it. Figure 
out for yourself the poetry of pussy." 

Dallas moved on the bed until he was lying with his head on Kim's soft 
thigh. He did study the cunt. He looked closely at the pink lips of the 
twat. They looked a little puffy and ragged, and a fine bit of that 
cunt-hair grew around them, as if the hair wanted to protect the opening. 

The blonde reached down between her legs and put her fingers on her pussy. 
She spread her fingers and spread those lips too. It was then that the fine, 
sweet aroma came out of the cunt and slithered in the nostrils of the young 
man. 

Dallas never smelled a perfume like that one before. It was so natural, he 
thought, and yet it was sweet too. 

"Put your finger in me, little brother," the blonde moaned. "I like to have 
a stud's finger in my pussy before he puts his cock into my hungry twat." 

Dallas moved his finger into her cunt slowly. He could feel something that 
seemed to vibrate around his finger, and he could feel the sweet flesh of 
the inner walls of her pussy. 

The blonde moaned softly as Dallas slipped his finger deep into her twat. 
Then she spoke to him again. 

"Work it back and forth, little brother," she said. "Work your finger back 
and forth and really get to know my cunt. That will make it better when you 
fuck me." 

When he fucked her! 

Dallas thought about that sweet thing that was on the horizon and he smiled 
as he worked his finger back and forth in her loving twat. 

And the man in the chair sniffed the air and smelled that perfume too. He 
closed his eyes and listened to Kim's moans as Dallas fingered her. 

He was very lucky, Brad thought, very lucky to have such a sweet, little 
girl at his disposal. 

In fact, the teacher thought he was the luckiest man in the world. 

He rubbed the growing hardness in his pants and sighed as he thought of all 
the good luck that had come his way. And he was happy that he was sharing 
that good luck with Dallas now-sharing that sexy, fine luck with a poet of 
the future. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Scenes from mid-semester, as the cool of autumn spreads over the campus: 

A girl and a boy-both freshmen in their first semester away from home--meet 
in the cool, green expanse behind the library. She rushes to him. He 
clutches her. She feels his hands slip under her sweater and caress her full 
tits. His mouth is sweet and fresh against her face. His hand is bold and 
manly on her breast. And she feels a freedom she has never known before. 

In a parked car at the edge of the campus, a cheerleader is excited, for 
this is the middle of football season and the team is doing well. She grins 
at the halfback who grins back at her and she opens her blouse slowly. She 
reaches out for the halfback and touches his dark locks with her fingers and 
pulls his face down to her tits. He started to suck on one of her nipples 
and the cheerleader closes her eyes and thinks about victory. 

In her dorm room, a girl stands naked and proud in front of a full-length 
mirror. She marvels at how her body has changed. She thinks that anyone who 
looks at her now will know she is more mature, more sexual, more womanly. 
She touches her breasts and runs her fingers down over her stomach. As she 
slips those fingers through the dark hair that grows above her pussy, the 
girl purses her lips and tilts her head to one side and looks beatific. 

* * * * 

As she walked across the campus that evening with her camera bag slung over 
her shoulder, the redhead thought of a story that the fat man had told her 
just that afternoon. Jenny was not sure why the fat man had talked about 
this part of his past at this time, and she was not so sure she believed 
every detail of his yarn. 

But she had liked the story. It had made her giggle, and she giggled now as 
she thought about the fat man's phrases. 

"Used to work for a fundamentalist, religious college," the fat man had said 
while he had sat at his desk and sipped coffee from a big cup that had a hog 
on it. "Strangest job I ever had. My boss used to start every meeting with a 
prayer and then, when the prayer was over, he would talk about what kind of 
lies we had to tell in order to get more contributors to give us money. I 
lied more in that job than any other I ever had. Now everybody inflates 
their enrollment figures. But this guy claimed that we had nearly 7,000 
students on the campus. Shit, it was more like 700, and, whenever anyone 
would question the 7,000 figure, he would snarl, 'You just don't know how to 
count.'" 

The fat man sipped on his coffee and then continued with his story. 

"Anyway, this college had been going along for years by the time I got 
there. It was started by a preacher and then the preacher's son had taken 
over as president and had started to get old and nasty in his job. He used 
to fire faculty members at the drop of a hat, just because he didn't like 
the way they dressed or raised a question at some meeting. I had been 
working there for two years when the scandal broke. Seems that somebody 
staying in a motel about twenty miles from the campus complained about the 
noise in the room next door. The manager of the motel told the people in 
that room to quieten down, but they didn't. So he called the cops. When the 
cops got into the room, they found the president of our holy college, that 
preacher's son who was getting old, naked with three of the fattest, little 
coeds you ever did see. Pig City, Arizona, Jenny. That's what it was. You 
see, the president had a thing for fat girls. Really fat. Every one of the 
three weighed in a more than two hundred pounds. Probably covered themselves 
with pandake make-up too, if I am any judge of fat girls any longer. And the 
president, he was a skinny, little devil himself. Well, you get three girls 
that fat naked with a skinny guy and they're going to make a lot of 
noise-bouncing off the bed and off the walls too, for all I know. And the 
girls were not only fat, one of them was also under-age. So they hauled my 
president's ass down to jail and, at two o'clock in the morning, I get a 
phone call from my boss saying we got to go to the next town and get the 
president out of jail before the local media finds out he's in the slammer." 
The fat man took another sip of his coffee and sighed. 

"We were too late. By the time we got to the jail, there were reporters from 
radio and television and newspapers swarming all over the place. A plague of 
locusts. No, they were more like a bunch of vultures, buzzards. They smelled 
blood and they were circling that station house like it was the target for 
their bombs. My boss got out of the car and walked up in front of those 
cameras and said a tragic mistake had been made. He claimed the cops had 
made the whole story up. Started ranting about communists and agnostics and 
secular humanists too. Reminded me of the famous preacher who was killed in 
a motel room in California during the 1950's, cither by communists or by a 
jealous husband, depending on whom you listened to. Well, anyway, while my 
boss was up there, lying his guts out, I went into the police station and 
looked at the president in the holding cell. The three fat girls were out 
front, crying and moaning and saying they had only wanted to get close to 
God. I looked at them and I looked at the skinny president and I just 
started to laugh. Couldn't help myself. Started to laugh so hard all the 
cops heard me and thought I was crazy. And the president turned red in the 
face and stood up in his cell and got all presidential and told me I was 
fired. Here he was in a jail cell after having been caught with three fat 
girls and he had the gumption to say I was fired, canned, deep-sixed, and 
just for laughing at him. Well, I figured, if I had to be fired, this was 
the perfect time to leave the place. I walked out of the police station and 
got back into my car and went back to the next town. The next day, I left 
that town and that college behind. But I picked up the local papers and read 
the stories. Nobody believed my boss's version of the event at all. It 
didn't help matters when the under-aged fat girl gave an interview where she 
said that the president had lured her and her friends to the motel room with 
promises of healing. Said he was going to pray all night with them and make 
God help them stay on their diets and lose weight and look better. Everybody 
believed her. Who is going to doubt a fat girl when it comes to dieting? The 
next year, they shut the fucking college down. My boss went to work for a 
company that builds nuclear reactors and he called me up and offered me a 
job in his new office. I already had may job here and I turned him down. I 
tell you, Jenny, it surely feels better being at a college where we don't 
have to hide the fact that our students have sex, you know. Feels better 
being in a real, American college where all the students are true-blue and 
lusty. And I just don't think I could handle the nuclear shit these days." 

Jenny thought about real, American college students as she moved across the 
campus. The chill of autumn was in the air and she didn't see as much flesh 
as she had seen just a few days before. But the students were still lusty. 
They were still strolling around, holding hands, boys and girls searching 
out a nice, warm place to fuck. 

Jenny--dressed in a tight, black sweater that showed off her breasts and a 
pair of tight, warm jeans-was heading toward the student union building. She 
was supposed to meet a few friends there for a talk and a few cups of 
coffee. But, as she walked toward the front of the student union building, 
she saw the guy and she stopped and stared at him. 

The jeans he wore were tight and showed off his bulge as if he did not give 
a shit if the whole, fucking world knew how well-hung he was. He was wearing 
a black sweater too, that went well with his blonde hair. 

And he stood there confidently and looked at the other students. He was 
waiting for someone special. Jenny could tell that from the way he kept 
staring at the parking lot in front of the building. But he wanted everyone 
else to notice him and his rather raw sexiness too. 

The thick glasses gave him away, but the frames on the glasses made them 
look cute and sexy too. 

Jenny approached him and said his name. 

"Lance?" 

And the little, blonde stud turned and smiled at her. Yes, it was the 
freshman with that delicate interest in chemistry, the virgin male that she 
had fucked just a few weeks before. 

Lance had certainly changed, Jenny thought, and she wondered if he now 
devoted any of his time to science. 

"Lance," the redhead said again, "how are you?" 

"Oh, Jenny," he said, his voice calm and confident, "good to see you again. 
I am doing well. And you?" 

He sounded so formal. Jenny sneered and grabbed his arm and pulled him close 
and snarled at him. 

"What the fuck has happened to you?" she said softly. "Hell, you were a 
virgin when I fucked you, and-" 

Then the little guy started to shake and look a bit frightened, as if he had 
been caught driving someone else's car. The redhead saw that fear in his 
eyes and stopped speaking and smiled. Yes, this was the same Lance in a way. 

At least, Jenny knew she could bring out the real Lance if she wanted to. 

"Sorry, Jenny," he said. "I didn't mean to be haughty with you. After all, I 
owe it all to you." 

"How's the chemistry?" 

"The what?" 

"Your classes? Your experiments? How are they going?" 

"Well, the truth is, Jenny, I haven't been doing much of that kind of stuff. 
I haven't even been going to class that often, and-" 

"Shit, you're going to flunk out." 

"But, Jenny, the girls are so much fun," he said, "and I'm learning so much 
from them. Especially Barbara." 

"Barbara?" 

"I'm waiting for her here. She has a car and an apartment. She's a graduate 
student, Jenny, and she thinks I'm really sexy." 

The redhead smiled. "And she's been teaching you a lot, right?" 

"Right," Lance said. 

Then a strange glow came into his blue eyes, a glow that Jenny could see 
right through the glasses. 

"Would you like to meet Barbara, Jenny? I mean, she knows all about you. I 
talked about you and told her what you did for me. She said you sounded like 
a really nice girl, the kind of girl every freshman should have. And she'll 
be along here any minute now and she always says she would like to thank you 
for what you did to me." 

"Well-" 

Just at that instant, a car pulled up in front of the student union building 
and Lance pointed and said, "There she is." 

He took Jenny by the arm and pulled her toward the car. The redhead didn't 
have much chance to protest, and, anyway, she wanted to see what Lance's new 
lover was like. 

The young woman got out of the car and smiled at the redhead. She was a 
beauty, Jenny saw, a slender, sexy female with long, dark hair and a sweet, 
oval face. 

Lance had certainly picked well when he had chosen Barbara, Jenny thought, 
or, rather, when he had allowed Barbara to choose him. Something in this 
young woman's bearing told the redhead that she would always be the one 
making the sexual selection. 

"You must be Jenny," she said. "Lance has talked so much about you. I am 
very pleased to meet you." 

"And you are Barbara," Jenny said, stretching out her hand. 

Barbara had a firm, strong handshake and Lance stood between them and 
grinned as the two females met. 

"Would you like to join us back at my apartment, Jenny?" the dark-haired 
beauty said. "Wc could have a drink and talk about the changes Lance has 
gone through." 

Suddenly, Jenny didn't care about her friends who were drinking coffee in 
the student union. She wanted to know about what kind of changes the blonde, 
little stud with the thick glasses and the big cock had been going through, 
and, while she was at Barbara's apartment, the photographer thought, she 
would also put in a few, good words for attending class and keeping your 
studies up. After all, Lance was too intelligent to just flunk out of 
college. 

Lance sat in the back scat of Barbara's car and Jenny sat in the front next 
to the beauty as she drove off the campus and down into a valley where there 
were a lot of apartment complexes for the student population. 

Barbara was a graduate student in speech and drama. She was a designer of 
sets, and, when Jenny saw the young woman's apartment, she thought that it 
looked a little like a stage set. The furniture was low and soft and was 
arranged just so and the lights had been placed carefully to give a nice, 
soft glow to the apartment, yet not overpower the place. Jenny looked around 
the living room of the apartment and thought that it looked like a set for a 
den of iniquity. 

Barbara sat down on a long, low sofa and Lance sat down next to her. Jenny 
slipped into a very comfortable chair. 

"You introduced Lance to sex," Barbara said, "and you must have made a very 
good introduction, because he is great in bed." 

"I imagine you've taught him a few tricks yourself, Barbara," Jenny said 
with a grin. 

"A few," Barbara admitted. "And he is so well-hung. He's just about the 
biggest 

I have ever had." 

"Of course, I didn't have anything to do with that. That was Mother Nature's 
role. And she did her part well. I just discovered the meat and let him know 
it was bigger than most other cocks." 

"It is huge, isn't it?" Barbara said, "and he's so sweet when he uses it. 
Even now, after we've done it a dozen times or so, he's still a little 
innocent when he starts fucking. I like that. The innocence makes him even 
sweeter." 

Jenny grinned and nodded. 

"I know just what you mean," the redhead said. "An innocent guy with a big 
cock-why that's something from heaven." 

They were talking about Lance as if he were not even there, but he was 
sitting right next to Barbara and the dark-haired beauty was moving her 
fingers up and down his thigh and Jenny could tell that his bulge was 
growing even harder in his tight pants. 

Then Barbara suggested it: "Would you like to watch us together? Lance and 
me? Would you like to see us fuck?" 

It was one of the most interesting propositions Jenny had ever received. She 
had screwed a lot of guys, but she had never been able to sit back and watch 
a couple fuck. The photographer thought the experience would be very 
interesting and she was sorry she had not brought along her camera. 

"All right," she said. 

"Then come with us to the bedroom," Barbara said. 

Lance had not spoken a word, but he seemed to like the idea too. He stood up 
and dashed into the bedroom as the two females followed him and laughed at 
his lively, boyish excitement. 

A few minutes later, Barbara and Lance were naked. 

His glasses were the last thing that he took off, and then he batted his 
blue eyes in that sexy, nearly blind way that Jenny knew so well. 

The redhead was sitting in a chair next to the bed and smiling as the beauty 
with the dark hair and the blonde stud with the big cock moved close 
together there on the bed. 

Lance lay on his back and smiled as Barbara moved in on him. She slipped her 
fingers over the long, thick prick that was thrown back over the blonde's 
thigh and Jenny could see that cock quiver a little with excitement. 

Then Barbara pressed her face against Lance's face. The two of them shared a 
deep, sexy, tongue-twisting kiss. And, as they kissed, Lance slipped his arm 
around the dark-haired vixen and worked his fingers down her back and over 
her buns. 

When he touched her ass, Barbara moaned. Jenny smiled. She knew that 
sensitive male fingers on a female's buttocks were almost as good as 
sensitive male fingers on and in a female's pussy. She understood Barbara's 
moan perfectly and she was proud of Lance because he had discovered this way 
to please a female. 

The dark-haired beauty took her mouth away from Lance's mouth and started to 
kiss his neck and his shoulders. As she did that, she grasped his cock 
firmly in her fingers and began to work the skin back and forth on the giant 
rod. Jenny saw the prick grow even stiffer and she smiled as she felt a heat 
in her own jeans, her own pussy. 

They were going to put on one hell of a show for her, the photographer 
thought, and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Dallas pulled his finger out Kim's sweet twat slowly, and the blonde let out 
with one final moan. A poetic moan, Dallas thought. The moan of a big sister 
teaching her little brother all about life and enjoying the education as 
much as he was. There was something almost mythic, almost cosmic about the 
sweetness of that moan, something that sent a warm feeling right to the very 
core of the young poet's sexual being. The moan was that soft and wonderful 
and sweet. 

And then Dallas thought about another kind of sweetness, a sweetness that he 
just had to taste. 

The sexy blonde raised up and looked at the face of the curly-haired guy. He 
seemed sexy and yet innocent too, she thought, and she smiled as she saw him 
bring that finger to his mouth. 

"You'd look really cute licking off my juices, little brother," she said 
with a wide, sweet grin. "Really cute and really wild too." 

She tilted her head to one side and watched as Dallas-the little brother in 
their game-kissed that finger and licked it and tasted the sweet, inner 
sexiness of Kim. 

"You will get more out of that if you lick out my pussy, little brother," 
the blonde said softly. "That way you go right to the source of it all." 

The curly-haired, slender, young stud moved his finger away from his mouth. 

"You mean putting my tongue right up inside you?" Dallas murmured. 

Yes, that was exactly what she meant, but Kim decided she would not answer 
Dallas with mere words. Words could mean anything. Words might be 
misunderstood, but touches were a universal language. 

The way they were lying together, with his head on her thigh, Kim could 
easily reach his prick. She stretched out her arm and worked her fingers 
around that dork. Dallas moaned as the girl started to feel the manliness of 
his meat. 

Kim stroked on the cock and felt it harden a bit as she suggested the sexual 
situation. 

"You lick out my pussy and then I will suck your cock, little brother. 
Sucking and licking is a sweet thing to do. It's personal, private and 
passionate too. That's the best way to really get to know each other before 
we fuck." 

Fuck. 

The word had a fine ring, Dallas thought, especially when Kim said it 
sweetly. When she said it, the word was a promise, a vow, a look into the 
future that had once seemed to Dallas scattered and confusing. 

Now that future was coming together into a new and wonderful design, and, 
when Kim said "fuck," the design-the meter and form of true existence that 
is mirrored by good poetry-grew even more beautiful. 

Brad, sitting there and watching and listening, groaned a little but neither 
Dallas nor Kim took any notice of him. They were wrapped up together in 
their minds, as if they were the only two people in the universe. 

Dallas thought about designs as he moved his face closer to the girl's pink 
cunt. He turned a little and moved his face between her thighs as Kim spread 
her legs even wider. He was sure that the pink slash of her pussy was a 
central part of that design that was so beautiful. 

He could still feel her hand on his prick. Her fingers were cool and yet 
they added a warmth of maleness to his member. Coolness and warmth mixed 
together in the design too, he thought. 

And the girl's pussy looked sweet and tasty. 

"Go ahead, you sweet, little brother," the blonde said. "Taste what is deep 
inside. I'm sure you'll like it." 

Dallas spread those cunt-lips with his fingers and took another deep breath 
of that feminine perfume. Then he put his mouth against Kim's twat and shot 
his tongue right into her. 

She sighed when he entered her that way and grasped his cock even more 
tightly and started to massage it with skill. He let out a little, muffled 
groan as he worked his tongue deep into her snatch and felt the walls of 
that cunt vibrating around him. 

They seemed to be melting around his tongue, turning into sexy wetness and 
sweetness that was spreading through the design of his new life. He closed 
his eyes and drove his tongue deeper into the girl, and he concentrated on 
that fine taste that she offered to him. 

This was a new taste for Dallas, a taste that was good and sweet and wild. 
It was a taste he grew to love and relish immediately. 

The naked girl lifted her hips a little and ground her pussy against the 
young stud's face. When Brad saw that, he knew that Dallas was doing 
something right down there with his tongue. 

And, suddenly, the instructor wanted to be involved too, just in a little 
way. He stood up and moved toward the bed and looked down on Kim. He studied 
her tits-those fine, young mounds of lusty flesh-and he saw that they were 
heaving as the blonde moved further and further into her own sexuality. 

Brad reached down and put his hand on one of those tits and gave it a 
squeeze. That made Kim moan again. She licked her lips and looked up at him 
with her blue, flashing eyes. 

"Thank you, Daddy," she said softly. 

Brad squeezed the breast again and noticed that she was squeezing gently on 
the prick that was in her hand too. 

So there. He had touched a tit. He had been a good and caring father. He had 
put something of his own into the sexy experience for Kim. Satisfied, Brad 
took his hand off her breast and slowly backed toward his chair. He sat down 
again and rubbed the crotch of his pants. 

He was still rubbing his bulge when he saw Kim's face turn slowly toward the 
hardening member in her hand. Dallas was going to get a new and fine 
experience, Brad thought. She was going to suck on the lad's cock. 

Having Kim suck his cock would really put the poetry into Dallas, the 
teacher thought. The blonde sucked cock well-with a soft, wild, natural 
rhythm that was a little like iambic pentameter. 

Kim pulled her face close to the organ and licked her soft lips. The cock 
that she held in her hand was growing stronger and bolder, and it was 
obviously a young cock too. 

She found herself thinking of Harry, her boyfriend. She had sucked him, but 
she had never really been drawn to his dork in the way that she now felt 
herself drawn to Dallas. 

Kim knew that her college experience, her education was already at work in 
her spirit. Now she was pulled toward a young cock and she was shaking her 
head and knocking any memory of her old boyfriend out of her brain. 

Kim opened her mouth and worked those lips over the meat that presented 
itself to her. 

The cock tasted fresh and clean. 

When he felt that mouth on his cock, something inside the lad's head 
exploded. He pulled his tongue out of Kim's pussy and uttered the words in a 
loud groan. 

"Oh, big sister, that is wonderful!" 

Dallas moved away from the cunt and lay on the bed, his body suddenly 
drenched with perspiration. He felt a little bad that he could not lick out 
the blonde's pussy while she was sucking him. But he just had to concentrate 
on all the sweet sensations she was giving him with her mouth at that 
moment. 

He closed his eyes and lifted his hands and ran his fingers through his 
curls as Kim moved closer to him and started to work her face up and down on 
his prick. 

He opened his eyes and glanced down and thought she looked like a starving 
girl who was going after a fine meat. 

She had her hand around the base of his prick and she was working her mouth 
up and down on the thing. She would go down until his cock had almost filled 
up her mouth and then she would suck and add wild thrills to his system. 

Then she would come up the throbbing cock slowly and take her lips off the 
organ and kiss it and lick it too. Her tongue was quick and eager. She even 
ran her tongue up and down the side of the prick, and those little licks 
were like a sweet fire to Dallas. 

In no time at all, his cock was hard and full and standing straight up from 
his body. Dallas looked down at that meat when Kim moved her mouth away from 
the organ and he was surprised at the hardness and the fullness of the 
thing. He had never gotten it this way with his own hand, he thought. 

Kim looked down at him and smiled and said, "Little brother, you are going 
to fuck me now." 

Then she raised up and moved her body over his. She spread her thighs until 
she straddled his thin, male form as if it were a tributary of a mighty 
river. And that mighty river-the great symbol of life-was his cock. Yes, at 
that instant, it seemed to Dallas that his whole body was just a slight 
extension of his prick, a mighty Mississippi of of a cock. 

As the girl went down and rubbed the lips of her pussy against the tip of 
his prick, Dallas felt like singing a few choruses of a new song-something 
like "Old Man Hard-On" 

He must know something, but he don't say nothing. He just gets hard and 
keeps on fucking along. 

But he kept his mouth closed and felt the tension rush through his body as 
Kim grasped his cock at its base and pressed her pussy against the tip of 
the thing. 

She cased herself down onto his prick and sighed a little as the head of his 
member went into her. 

"Shove it into me, little brother," she moaned. "Give me that cock. T want 
it so badly. Give me all of that sexy cock." 

How could a little brother not indulge his sexy sister in what she wanted so 
badly? 

Dallas felt a new strength rushing through his body and he knew it was the 
strength of lust. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and forced his 
hips up against Kim, driving his cock deep into her snatch. 

The curly-haired, young poet reached up blindly and grabbed her tits. He 
found the softness with no trouble at all and he pursed his lips as he felt 
her womanly form with his hands. 

He caressed those breasts with his fingers as the girl let the words come 
out in sexy, wild gasps. "Little brother, you are really a big brother in a 
special way. Yes, so big. Oh, little brother, fuck me good. Yes, do it. Fuck 
me hard and good and wild." 

Brad chortled as he listened to her say those sweet words. The teacher had 
his own cock out of his pants and he was stroking it with delight as he 
watched the students fuck. 

They were moving together now, matching each other's rhythms and groaning 
and shivering and sighing together. 

Kim put her hands on the young guy's shoulders and pulled him up toward her. 
With his new strength-the strength of lust-designing new ideas in his head, 
Dallas had no trouble at all raising up to a sitting position as he 
continued to batter Kim's cunt with his cock. 

The girl put her hands on the back of his neck and leaned back, offering up 
that tit to Dallas. The curly-haired stud continued to work his cock in and 
out of that pussy as he leaned forward and put his mouth on her nipple. 

He sucked on it and even gave the sensitive skin a little love-bite. The 
blonde whimpered when he did that, but she did not protest. 

Instead she spread her legs wide and, as naturally as anything, Dallas 
slipped his arms under her legs. Soon the sexy blonde had her legs over his 
shoulders as he continued to suck on her tit. She squirmed on his cock and 
turned her head to one side and moaned to the man who was playing with his 
dork and watching them. 

"My little brother is one hell of a fuck," she said. 

Her eyes were half-closed. Her body was shining with perspiration and 
quaking with lust. She really did not have to tell Brad that she was 
enjoying this fuck session with Dallas. 

But the teacher was glad that she told him just the same. In fact, right 
after she spoke those words, his cock shot its first load of juice. 

Brad didn't take his eyes off the fucking pair, but he groaned and stroked 
his member and came just the same. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Usually, when a guy and a girl start to share some lusts in bed, they take 
turns being in control. The male is in control when he fingers the female's 
pussy. The female is in control when she sucks the male's cock. 

Barbara was definitely in control now, Jenny thought as she watched the 
sexy, dark-haired beauty work her mouth up and down on Lance's long, 
hardening spear. 

And the photographer wondered if she looked as cute and sexy when she sucked 
prick, when she had her mouth stuffed with male meat. 

At that moment, the dark-haired vixen took her mouth off Lance's organ and 
smiled at the redhead. 

"His cock is as sweet as it is big," Barbara said. "Do you remember how 
sweet and manly his prick is?" 

Jenny nodded her head and licked her own lips without even thinking of what 
she was doing. 

Barbara smiled and spoke softly. 

"Come on, Jenny," she said. "I'll share the prick with you. I want to share 
everything with you tonight." 

The redhead could not decide if she were surprised by the graduate student's 
invitation. As she pulled her sweater over her head, Jenny thought that 
Barbara must have had something like this in mind from the very first moment 
she had seen the girl standing there with Lance. Graduate students have all 
kinds of strategies and plans formulating in their heads all the time. 

When Barbara saw the redhead's big tits, she grinned and then she leaned in 
and kissed the side of Lance's prick. But she did not take her eyes off 
Jenny. She studied every movement the girl made as she stripped out of her 
clothes. 

When Jenny was naked, she moved onto the bed too and Lance groaned and 
touched her soft, red hair. He batted those blue eyes and said, "Nice to 
have you with us, Jenny." 

The girl slipped down onto the bed so that her face was only a few inches 
away from that heavy, sexy, long prick. Barbara worked her fingers up and 
down the cock as she smiled at Jenny over the meat. Then the dark-haired 
girl held the thing at its base and bent it gently toward Jenny. 

Jenny smiled and moved her mouth close to the tip of Lance's organ. She 
pursed her lips and kissed that meat and then stuck out her tongue and ran 
it around the crown of the prick. 

Barbara watched with a grin as Jenny licked that cock almost feverishly. 
Then the dark-haired sexpot moved her face close to the cock too. 

The two females shared the prick easily. Jenny worked her tongue up and down 
one side of the shaft and Barbara licked the other side of the meat. Lance 
lay there and groaned as both of those tongues added to the fire of lust in 
his loins. 

The chemistry specialist reached down and touched the dark hair of Barbara 
with one hand and the red hair of Jenny with the other. With his glasses 
off, he could not see that clearly, but he did see the blurred vision of red 
and black. And, in his mind, the red and the black were mixing together in 
one of the finest chemical reactions he could think of. 

There was something almost combustible about his cock now, and Lance was 
almost sure that the combustion was caused by that chemical mixing of the 
red and the black, of Jenny's tongue and Barbara's tongue, of all that fine, 
female sex in that bed with him. 

The females were so close together down there as they licked on his prick 
that it just had to happen. In one instant, Barbara moved her tongue up 
Lance's cock on one side and Jenny moved her tongue up the cock on the other 
and, within one second, the two sexy girls were sharing a tongue-twisting 
kiss. 

At first, Jenny did not know how to react to a kiss like that-from another 
female. But Barbara reached out and put her hand on the back of the 
redhead's head and held her close and worked her tongue deep into Jenny's 
mouth. Soon the redhead was giving back the kind of passion that Barbara 
gave to her. 

Lance looked down and saw the red and the black of the hair come together in 
a very close blur. He smiled and dropped back onto the bed and knew that the 
sexual sharing had taken on a new dimension. At first, Jenny and Barbara had 
been sharing him, and now he knew that he and Barbara would share Jenny 
instead. 

The freshman was not surprised that the grad student had reached out for 
Jenny. He was not surprised by anything that happened when he was in bed 
with Barbara. She was a wild one, so wild that even he had trouble keeping 
up with her sometimes. 

Jenny had no trouble, though. When Barbara took her mouth off the redhead's, 
Jenny smiled at her and crawled over Lance's mighty dork to get even closer 
to the dark-haired girl. 

Jenny and Barbara knelt on the bed and touched each other's titties. The 
redhead sighed when she felt those female fingers against her nipple. 

Then Barbara put her hands on Jenny's shoulders and slowly pressed the girl 
back onto the bed. Jenny lay down right next to Lance and turned and looked 
into those big, blue, nearly blind eyes. She smiled at Lance and spoke to 
him softly. 

"She has taken control of mc too," Jenny said. "Just like she probably took 
control of you the first time." 

"When all is said and done," Lance said, "Barbara is always in control." 

And the dark-haired girl who was in control moved down and put her hand on 
Jenny's breast. She massaged that tit as she kissed on Jenny's neck and 
shoulders. The redhead lay there and sighed and spread her legs wide with 
passion. 

The photographer moaned and turned to look at Lance again. She sighed out 
the words as Barbara kissed at her neck and nibbled at her car. 

"You should go to class more often, Lance," she murmured. "I wouldn't want 
you flunking out. If you flunked out, you would have to go back home and 
leave college and then you couldn't play with girls like me and Barbara." 

"Gee," the kid said, "I never thought of it that way. Sure, I'll study and 
go to class. I'll make the best grades I can. I wouldn't want to miss out on 
girls like you two. I think I want to stay in college forever." 

Jenny smiled, knowing her mission had now been accomplished. Lance would 
change his ways and somehow find a golden mean between his studies and his 
sex life, a natural measure that would allow him to devote enough time to 
both sides of his personality. Lance was very intelligent, Jenny thought. He 
would have no trouble at all finding that measure, that balance of mind and 
body-of brains and cock. 

The redhead was still smiling when Barbara moved her mouth down to one of 
those nipples and started to kiss it softly. That made Jenny whimper a 
little with passion. 

Barbara had a soft, damp mouth that felt very nice on her nipple. When the 
dark-haired girl stuck out her tongue and licked the sensitive pink spot on 
Jenny's big tit, it felt even nicer. The redhead squirmed and felt juices 
flooding her sweet pussy. 

Then Barbara sucked that nipple into her lips and started to tug on it 
gently. As she did that, she moved her fingers up and down Jenny's stomach. 
She even ran those fingers through the red hair that grew above Jenny's 
cunt. 

Those touches and that sucking mixed together and added a lot of fire to 
Jenny's sexual nature. She raised her hips a little and pressed her body up 
against Barbara's hand. She slipped her fingers through the graduate 
student's dark hair and let those fingers run down Barbara's spine. 

And she moaned to Barbara too. "Oh, oh, you suck tit so good. Oh, it sets my 
cunt on fire." 

Well, Barbara thought, if her cunt was on fire, she knew how to add to that 
blaze. 

The graduate student was still sucking on that nipple as she moved her 
fingers over the inside of Jenny's soft, freckled thighs. 

Then she pressed those fingers against the lips of Jenny's pussy and felt 
the softness and the wetness there. The redhead sighed again and churned her 
cunt against those fingers. 

"Oh, my snatch needs something, Barbara," the redhead said. "My snatch is on 
fire for something." 

Of course, Barbara knew just what Jenny's cunt was on fire for. A big, hard 
cock pounding and stroking inside her wetness-driving her into a frenzy and 
bringing her to orgasm. The dark-haired girl kept her mouth on Jenny's 
nipple as she glanced down and saw that Lance was now stroking on his own 
big member. He would be ready to give Jenny what she needed, the graduate 
student thought, but, first, she had something else in mind for that 
redhead's damp, sweet pussy. 

Barbara slipped one finger over the lips of Jenny's pussy and made the girl 
moan with eager lust. Then she worked that finger deep into the redhead as 
the girl trembled and raised one thigh and rubbed it against Barbara's arm. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Jenny whimpered. "Yes, that feels so fucking good 
inside me." 

She had been fingered by guys, of course, but this was a female finger, and, 
to Jenny, that made all the difference in the world. It seemed to her that a 
female finger knew just how to stroke the inside of her lusty cunt. Barbara 
curved the finger just a bit and then worked it back and forth inside of 
Jenny so that part of the finger was rubbing against her sweet clitoris too. 

Jenny closed her eyes and felt a quaking run through her body. 

Only then did Barbara take her mouth off the redhead's nipple. Only then did 
she concentrate on working that finger back and forth in Jenny's snatch. 

And the photographer reached out and grabbed Barbara's head and pulled her 
face down and kissed the dark-haired girl on the mouth. This time, Barbara 
opened her mouth and let Jenny's tongue invade her as she continued to 
stroke the fires of passion in the girl's hot cunt. 

When the long, sexy, lesbian kiss was over, the graduate student smiled down 
at Jenny. 

"Your pussy is tight," she said in a complimentary fashion. "Yes," Jenny 
moaned. "And sweet." 

"Yes." 

"And wet." 

"Yes." 

"And hot." 

"Yes, so hot." 

"It feels like it's alive with need," the sexy graduate student said, as she 
continued to stroke the inside of Jenny. "The need to be fucked by a long, 
hard, wonderful cock." 

"Yes," the redhead agreed, "the need to be fucked."- 

"I bet you're going to be one fine fuck, Jenny," the female said. "I bet you 
are going to screw Lance like there was no tomorrow." 

As feelings of lust rushed through the redhead, she echoed Barbara in a low 
moan. 

"No tomorrow." 

Then, slowly, the dark-haired girl pulled her finger out of that pussy. 
Jenny felt her quaking case a little, but she also felt as if she were 
hollow inside without Barbara's finger there to tease her and build her 
fires. 

But then the photographer saw one of the sweetest sexual sights she had ever 
witnessed. She saw Barbara raise that cunt-wet finger to her lips and kiss 
it tenderly. Then the oval-faced, dark-haired vixen opened her lips and took 
that finger into her mouth and sucked on it slowly-sucked with fine passion, 
Jenny thought. 

Then Barbara took the finger out of her mouth and smiled down on the redhead 
with the big tits. 

"So sweet," she murmured. 

And she pressed her face to Jenny again and kissed her. She ran her tongue 
into Jenny's opened mouth, and the sexy photographer thought she could 
actually taste a little of her own, sweet pussy on Barbara's tongue. 

A few seconds later, the graduate student pulled away from Jenny and looked 
at Lance. He was lying there, stroking on his big meat with both hands. He 
did not see that well without his glasses, but he had enjoyed viewing the 
girls together. 

In fact, at one point during their sexy show of lesbian love, Lance had 
almost reached out for his glasses so that he could bring the two sexpots 
into focus. But then he had decided that that would not be the mature and 
sexy thing to do. So he squinted and pulled on his prick and made out the 
wonderful scene as best he could without the thick glasses. 

Now the scientific stud grinned as Barbara spoke to him, "Come on and fuck 
her," the graduate student said. "She is yearning for a good fucking, Can't 
you tell? Can't you see the need in her body?" 

Jenny moaned softly and ran her fingers over her full-titted, freckled body. 
Yes, Lance could tell that she needed a good fucking. Even without his 
glasses, he could see her lusty yearning. It was obvious from the way she 
waited for his invasion, touching herself and purring to herself. 

Lance rolled on the bed and raised up and slipped into position over Jenny's 
tempting, yearning body, He was up on his hands and his toes when he felt 
Barbara's fingers move over the best part of his body. 

She wrapped her fingers around the blonde stud's huge member and, as usual, 
her touch down there made him shiver with his own need. 

Then the beautiful graduate student guided Lance, pulled his prick close to 
Jenny's cunt until he could feel the wetness of that pussy caressing the 
crown of his dork. 

Barbara helped him slip the tip of his long, thick cock into the redhead's 
pussy, and then, when he was firmly and securely fastened to Jenny, Barbara 
quickly removed her fingers from his prick. 

The next place that Lance felt those long, cool, sexy fingers was on his 
male buttocks. Barbara pressed down there and spoke to him in a sweet tone 
as she drove him deep into Jenny. 

"Give it to her. Give her all of your stud-mcat, Lance. You have nearly a 
foot of cock. Give you every inch." 

The blonde freshman groaned as he slipped into Jenny, and the redhead 
groaned too and lifted her legs and worked them around his young, male body. 

"Yes," Jenny agreed with a sigh, "give it to me. Give me all of that fine, 
sexy stud-mcat." 

And Jenny had it all before she had even finished asking for it. Lance 
plowed deeply into her and smiled as he started to work his cock back and 
forth in her juicy, tight pussy. 

As the two of them--the young, blonde stud and the sexy redhead-started to 
find their own passionate rhythm and fuck with grace, Barbara smiled and put 
the side of her head on her up-raised hand. 

She thought that Lance and Jenny looked very sexy together. In no time at 
all, they were groaning and thrashing about on the bed, sweating and 
communing in that special, collegiate way. 

And the graduate student ran her fingers over one of her own tits-the more 
sensitive one. She touched her nipple as she watched the fucking duo, and 
she felt a softness come to her own body, a wetness come to her own pussy. 
Barbara knew that she would want to be fucked too, and she knew from her own 
experience with Lance that he would be able to give her just what she needed 
only a few minutes after he was finished with Jenny. 

He was young enough to come several times that night, and Barbara figured 
that she and the redhead would milk the sexy, teenaged stud for all that he 
was worth. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Scenes from a redhead's life to come: Jenny knew it had to happen someday. 
She would be with one guy and his friend or his brother or his cousin or his 
uncle from Kansas would also attract her eye. And she would turn to both 
guys and tell them that she yearned for them at the same time. And they 
would agree. And she would have two cocks at once--two hard, sexy cocks to 
play with, two pricks to invade her. She knew she would feel very fine after 
an experience like that. And then she might even move on to three or four or 
five at once. 

Someday, she would be the centerpiece in an orgy. Sexy guys and sexy girls 
would be licking and kissing and fondling her and treating her like a 
princess of sex. 

And Jenny knew that, one day, some fine, sexy, sweet-talking stud would do 
more than just fuck her. He would make her fall in love with him, and then 
he would do something to hurt her. He would leave her aching and angry with 
herself and with him. It just had to happen. It always happened in life and 
Jenny considered herself lucky that she had guarded against it this long. 

Jenny knew that, one day, she would marry. She would find a man who had a 
good job and who cared deeply, for her and who had a prick that stayed hard 
for half the night. And she would really intend to settle down and be 
faithful. But, after a couple of years, she would start to ramble and roam a 
little. She just hoped her husband would understand her needs. 

Jenny would work as a professional photographer and she would deal daily 
with handsome, male models. A lot of them would be queer as three-dollar 
bills, but a few of them would stand in front of her camera with their 
shirts unbuttoned and their pants tight and they would flirt with her camera 
and start the juices in her pussy flowing. And she would walk away from her 
camera and caress them. And they would be happy for that caress from her. 

And Jenny knew that, one day, she would be older. She would still be sexy 
and beautiful, but she would be fast approaching middle-age. That was when 
she would go out and seduce the paperboy or the kid of the grocery store. 
She would want to feel a young stud's body close against her own one last 
time. 

* * * * 

The night after her sweet experience with Barbara and Lance, when Jenny got 
back to her dorm room, she found Kim there. The little blonde was sitting at 
her desk in just her panties and her bra and she was studying her sturdy, 
big, geology textbook. 

"Hi, Kim," the redhead said. "What are you reading about?" 

"Volcanoes," the blonde said without looking up from the book. "We have a 
test over ten chapters tomorrow and I've fallen behind. So I have to do 
volcanoes and the movement of glaciers tonight." 

Jenny grinned. Volcanoes, she could understand, for it seemed that she 
always was erupting with passion. But glaciers were pretty far away from her 
own personal experience. 

The blonde girl looked up at the sexy, student photographer as Jenny put 
down her books and her camera and grinned. 

"You know, Jenny," she said, "we haven't seen much of each other lately, 
have we?" 

Jenny grinned. In truth, they had not talked that much that semester. It 
seemed that cither Jenny or Kim was always gone until late at 
night-sometimes all night. Usually, the only time that Jenny saw the blonde 
in the dorm room was when the girl was curled up in her bed asleep. 

Jenny pulled off her sweater and stood in front of the mirror naked from the 
waist up. She smiled at her own reflection as she spoke to the blonde who 
sat at the desk. 

"What have you been up to lately, Kim?" she asked. 

The blonde wondered if she should tell Jenny about her experiences with 
Brad. She wondered if the redhead would understand about their little games 
of daddy-and-daughter. And she especially wondered if she should tell her 
sexy, saucy room-mate about what had happened between her and Dallas. 

The student she had fucked was probably the kind of guy that Jenny called a 
yummy, and Kim suspected that she would he revealing too much if she 
mentioned the dark-haired, young poet who had gotten rid of his male 
virginity with her, Kim was not sure how much she could reveal to Jenny. 
After all, she still did not know her room-mate that well. 

So the blonde kept silent and turned in her chair and looked at Jenny as the 
redhead kicked off her shoes and opened her Jeans and pushed them down her 
legs. After Jenny had stepped out of those Jeans, she stood there in front 
of the big mirror in Just her white panties and looked at herself. 

She was obviously proud of her body, Kim thought, and the truth was that she 
was a right to be proud. 

Then Jenny turned to face the blonde and said, "Have you been screwing 
around?" 

The freshman smiled and felt herself blushing, but she answered the question 
truthfully. 

"Yes," she said. 

"See?" Jenny sold, dropping down onto her bed "I said you wouldn't be able 
to withstand temptation." 

"You were right," the blonde said. "I didn't last very long, but, usually, 
I've screwed around with an older guy. I think that makes a difference." 

Jenny grinned and leaned forward, letting her big breasts come down almost 
to her thighs. 

"An older guy?" she said. "Gee, Kim, that's pretty fucking sexy." 

"So is he," the blonde said. "Very sexy. And he's taught me a lot." 

"Good," Jenny said, "you can never learn enough about sex." 

But the photographer was thinking that, in a way, Kim had moved past her in 
the sexual race. While Jenny had been messing about with guys close to her 
age, Kim had gone for the gray-haired gold-the passionate, older man. 

Jenny found herself wondering what it was like to fuck an older man, to feel 
all of that experience pounding away in her sweet, young pussy. And, 
afterwards, what was it like to feel all of that mature gratitude? 

Kim leaned back in her chair and said, "And what have you been doing lately? 
Sexually, I mean." 

"Mostly, the usual stuff," Jenny said. "A yummy guy here. A yummy guy there. 
Mostly just that." 

"Mostly?" 

Kim grinned as she asked that leading question, and Jenny wondered if she 
could tell the blonde about her experience with Lance and Barbara. 

How would her freshman room-mate feel about girl-to-girl lust? 

And, suddenly, another question came into Jenny's head: How would Kim feel 
about trying a little of that kind of lust with her room-mate? 

The blonde was cute, Jenny thought, especially sitting there in her bra and 
panties. Suddenly, Jenny thought that Kim needed something more in her 
education that night than just volcanoes and glaciers and the redhead felt 
herself aching for a little touching from her sexy room-mate. 

But Jenny had to be careful, subtle, skillful in her seduction of the 
blonde. The photographer wondered if she was really up to such a thing. 
After all, she had never seduced another female before. 

But she noticed the way that Kim stared at her as she lay back on the bed 
and spread her legs. She thought she saw something slightly unshockable in 
that gaze. 

Kim could see that red bush under the white, soft material of Jenny's 
panties. It looked delicious there, something like strawberries, the blonde 
thought. She felt a little spasm in her young pussy, and she wondered what 
was happening to her. 

The freshman had felt that kind of spasm when she had looked at Brad's cock 
and when she had felt the prick of the young poet named Dallas in her hand. 
But she was not looking at a male organ now. Her room-mate was female-very 
female and very sexy. 

Kim wondered if she had started to go crazy. She wondered if her own, fiery 
sexuality knew any limits at all. 

But she could not take her eyes off Jenny and she felt her body heating up. 
She slipped a finger over the front of her bra as she said, "I guess you've 
done just about everything that can be done when it comes to sex, right, 
Jenny?" 

The redhead lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling and smiled as 
she answered. 

"I don't know," she said. "I don't think so. Every time I think I've done it 
all, someone comes along with something I've never even thought of before 
and I have to try that out too. Maybe there is a limit to sex, but I don't 
think I've found it yet." 

Kim pulled her chair a little closer to Jenny's bed and the redhead felt her 
body stiffen as she stared up at the ceiling. She sniffed the air and 
thought that she could smell the aroma of Kim's cunt in the air. But, maybe, 
it was the aroma of her own pussy. 

"What's the wildest thing you've ever done?" Kim asked with interest. 

Jenny slowly turned her head toward the girl and looked at the blonde's 
grin. Kim looked like a little girl who was in the middle of some kind of 
sweet mischief, the photographer thought. 

"I don't want to shock you," Jenny said softly. 

"Oh, you won't shock mc," the blonde murmured proudly. 

"I don't know." 

Kim leaned over Jenny. The redhead could feel the girl's breath on one of 
her tits as the freshman made a vow. 

"I will introduce you to my older man," she said. "I will let you join us 
for our games." 

"Games?" 

"He-likes to call mc a little girl when he fucks mc, and he wants me to call 
him--" 

Kim paused and swallowed. She was revealing a lot here, but what the hell? 
"--Daddy." 

"Daddy?" 

"He-likes it when I say, 'Oh, Daddy, I want to suck your cock,' and stuff 
like that. It's not as kinky as it sounds. He doesn't have any children of 
his own." 

Then that grin of mischief appeared on Kim's lips again. 

"And I am sure he would like to hear you say that kind of thing to him. I am 
sure he would love to have you as a little daughter." 

When Jenny grinned too, Kim knew that she was safe. So she added the other 
part of her story. 

"And I can introduce you to the guy I fucked with my daddy watching. The guy 
was a virgin until I got him and this sexy, older daddy sat there and 
watched the whole, fucking thing." 

"My, you are a wild, little thing, Kim," Jenny said with honest appreciation 
in her voice. 

Kim felt proud when she heard her sexy room-mate say that, but the cute, 
little blonde remembered that she was after something else. Now she wanted 
information-detailed information-about Jenny's sex life too. 

"All you have to do is tell me the wildest thing you've ever done," she 
said. 

Jenny sighed and said it softly. 

"Just last night, I did it with another girl for the first time." 

Then she paused and waited to see if Kim was shocked. The girl stared at her 
with her blue eyes wide, but she did not pull away. In fact, it seemed she 
leaned in just a little bit closer. 

"Another girl," the blonde murmured. 

"But I'm not a dyke," Jenny said, raising up slightly. "Not at all. There 
was a guy in bed with us too. We both fucked him. In fact, I was the first 
girl he had ever fucked. That was just a few weeks ago-right at the start of 
the semester. He has a really big cock." 

"Was it fun?" Kim asked softly. "With the other girl, I mean?" 

Jenny smiled and nodded her head. 

"A lot of fun." 

"You'd do it again?" 

"If the girl was sexy." 

"But you would have to have a guy there with you?" 

Jenny's smile grew wider as she said, "Not necessarily." 

And then the redhead reached out and touched Kim's blonde hair with her 
lively fingers. She ran those fingers over the side of Kim's head and was 
not surprised at all when Kim sighed. 

The blonde moved from her chair and slipped onto the bed next to Jenny. The 
redhead made room for her there and turned onto her side and looked into 
Kim's blue eyes. 

"I never even thought about doing something like this before tonight," Kim 
said. "But, when I saw you looking so sexy and everything-" 

Jenny stopped the girl's talking by putting her finger on Kim's lips and 
smiling at her. 

"Lust is always better when it catches you unaware," she said. "If you plan 
something like this, it's not as much fun." 

Then Jenny took her finger off Kim's lips and slowly moved her hand down 
over the blonde's bra. She caressed the young girl's tit through the 
material of the bra and, when Kim closed her eyes and sighed, Jenny moved 
her lips close to the sweet freshman's mouth and kissed her. 

It was a soft and gentle kiss-a short one that thrilled the blonde down to 
the pit of her cunt. 

Jenny moved her fingers down to that cunt, at least to the panties that the 
girl wore. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of those panties as 
Kim opened her legs a little. 

When the blonde felt that sweet pressure against her pussy, she knew she 
just had to return the favor. She moved her fingers over Jenny's stomach and 
down over her panties too. Then, as the redhead opened her legs, the blonde 
massaged the lips of that sweet pussy through her panties too. 

Both of the girls were feeling lust now and they kissed again. This time, 
however, the kiss was long and sweet and filled with tongues battling 
tongues. 

And, when the kiss was over, Kim murmured to her room-mate. 

"Daddy is going to really like having a sweet, sexy, little girl like you." 

Something about the way that Kim said those words thrilled Jenny even more. 
She wanted to meet this "daddy" and be his little girl. 

"You and I could put on a show for daddy," Kim said softly. "Doing just what 
we are doing now. I think he would like to see his little girls having fun 
together." 

"Oh, yes," Jenny murmured. "Yes, I bet he would love to see it." 

Then the redhead moved her hand behind Kim and loosened the girl's bra. She 
continued to massage the blonde's pussy through her panties as she pulled 
that bra from Kim's body and let it drop onto the floor next to the bed. 

Then the girls moved even closer together, pressing their breasts against 
each other. Jenny lay back on the bed and let Kim slip on top of her. The 
blonde kissed at the redhead's neck as those tits-four, soft, sexy 
breasts-mashed together and added to the heat of the moment. 

Jenny slipped her legs up and moved her hands down over Kim's pantied rump. 
She pressed against the girl's buttocks with her fingers and pushed those 
sweet cunts even closer together. Kim moaned with pleasure and churned her 
body against Jenny's as the soft, girl-to-girl lust grew between them, Then 
the fine redhead made a sexy suggestion. 

"Let's get these panties off. I want to see your pussy in all of its glory." 

"And I want to see your pussy too," Kim said in agreement. 

On the narrow bed, the girls moved quickly, pulling them panties off and 
dropping them onto the floor. Then they lay next to each other and each girl 
looked down at the other's snatch. 

Kim's cunt-hair was the color of gold, Jenny thought. 

Jenny's cunt-hair was the color of a beautiful fire, Kim thought. 

The freshman was the first to touch a bush. She slipped her fingers through 
Jenny's fire, but, within a second, Jenny was touching Kim's golden treasure 
too. 

Then the girls opened their legs and fingers touched the lips of pussies at 
the same, sweet time. 

Both of the girls were wet by now and both of the girls moaned as fingers 
moved over cunt-lips and then slowly slipped inside those sweet holes. 

As Kim started to stroke the inside of Jenny's cunt, she pulled the redhead 
to her again and kissed her face. The kisses grew sweeter as Jenny rammed 
her finger up inside the blonde lass. 

The two females kissed and churned together. Their bodies became sleek with 
perspiration. When Jenny pulled her finger out of Kim's twat and started to 
move down the bed slowly, she licked some of that sweet sweat from Kim's 
neck and shoulders. 

Soon the redhead had her face right in front of Kim's full and sexy tit. The 
young breast moved as the blonde sighed with the cunt-stroking that Jenny 
was giving her. But it was no trouble at all for Jenny to capture that 
breast with her mouth and suck on Kim's nipple. 

"Oh, that feels so good," Kim said. "Oh, yes, suck my tit." 

As she spoke, Kim ran her fingers through Jenny's long, red hair. 

Of course, Kim had felt male mouths on her nipple before, and she had moaned 
especially when Brad had sucked her there. But this was a female mouth and 
it seemed even softer, even sweeter, even stronger as it sucked on her. 

And Kim pressed her body against the soft female form of Jenny too, 
whimpering as the desire grew in her soul. 

Jenny could feel that desire, and she knew a way to add to that fiery 
passion. She soon took her mouth off Kim's nipple and slipped down to the 
end of the bed. When she did that, she felt Kim's finger slip out of her 
cunt. 

Jenny actually went off the bed and knelt there on her knees on the floor. 

Kim looked down with her blue eyes flashing as Jenny reached up and touched 
her thighs and pulled her down the bed too until the blonde's honey-haired 
cunt was just a few inches from the redhead's face. 

Kim's legs were spread wide and they were on either side of Jenny's body. 
The redhead looked up from that position and smiled and made a vow of her 
own. 

"You will introduce mc to your daddy," she said, "and I will introduce you 
to all my yummy guys. I will even introduce you to that yummy girl. She will 
love this pussy of yours." 

"Oh, yes," Kim murmured as she touched her own tits and shuddered with 
delight. "Yes, I want to meet them all. Especially her." 

"We will be good friends and share everything," Jenny said. 

"Everything," Kim agreed. 

Then the redhead leaned forward and stuck out her tongue and ran it through 
that golden hair that grew above Kim's pussy. At some time during the night 
before, Barbara had licked her in just the same way and Jenny had discovered 
that she loved it when a female tongue touched her bush. 

So she was not surprised when Kim moaned and squirmed when she was licked by 
a female that way too. 

Then the redhead slowly moved her tongue down over the lips of the girl's 
hot cunt. She tasted the sweetness that oozed out of Kim, the cunt juices 
that seemed so warm and passionate. 

Jenny put her fingers on those soft, sweet lips and pulled them apart. Then 
she pressed her face against Kim's pussy and drove her tongue into that 
wonderful hole of feminine lust. 

Kim felt a sharp passion rush through her. It seemed to play up and down her 
spine as she trembled on the bed. The blonde caressed her own tits with her 
hands and spread her legs as wide as she could. And she spoke to her 
room-mate with a rough and lusty tone. 

"Oh, that feels wonderful. Lick mc out. Yes, show mc. Show mc and I will 
lick your pussy too, Jenny. I promise." 

By that time, Jenny was striking at the girl's clitoris with her tongue. 

Each move against that clit seemed to add more juices to the pussy and Kim 
started to squirm so much that Jenny had to reach up and put her hands flat 
against the girl's stomach to hold the pussy in place in front of her face. 

Then, when Kim was subdued in that way, Jenny sucked that juicy girl-flesh 
into her lips and started to work on it with pleasure. 

Kim's left leg slipped over Jenny's shoulder and her bare heel rubbed 
against the redhead's back. She sighed and moaned and Jenny knew that she 
would have her room-mate coming in just a few, short minutes. 

Kim closed her eyes and felt her orgasm rising like a bright, summer sun in 
her body. And the blonde found herself thinking of what she had really 
learned in college. Her classroom experience had been all right, but her 
real education had come at the hands of Brad and now Jenny. 

And the freshman suspected that her real education was just beginning. 

She opened her eyes and turned her head and looked at the book that lay open 
on her little desk. 

Volcanoes, she thought. She would be tested on volcanoes in the morning. And 
then Kim started to erupt. 

She gasped and growled and started to come. The blonde lifted her other leg 
and stretched it over Jenny's shoulder. And she pressed her pussy as close 
to Jenny's willing face as she could. 

The redhead continued to suck on that clit as she felt the sweet, sexual 
tension" rushing through her room-mate's body. She moved her fingers over 
Kim's stomach and up against the girl's breasts too. She slipped her fingers 
under those tits and touched the sensitive flesh there as Kim moaned to her. 

"Oh, yes. Your touches. Your sucking. Oh, yes, I am coming. And this feels 
so fucking good." 

And Jenny remembered that her sexy room-mate had promised to lick out her 
pussy too. The redhead could hardly wait to have Kim's lips on her own clit, 
to feel a wild orgasm rushing through her own body. She was sure that Kim 
would be able to give her an orgasm, for she now thought of the freshman 
blonde as a walking sex machine. 

As Kim came, she found her mind racing, and, soon, she had the perfect 
answer to an essay question on the geology test. 

Volcanoes are like cunts, she would write. From time to time, they just have 
to erupt. The pressure gets to be too much down there below the surface of 
the earth and then volcanoes, like sexy girls, just had to get some sweet 
relief. They bubble forth like young, sweet sex-pots. They come with fire 
and lava. 

The geology professor was something of a dirty, old man. Kim was almost sure 
that an answer about volcanoes and cunts would get her an excellent grade on 
the exam.
