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Carole Gallacher's tits were the stuff of local legend when I was at College. Perfect in every way, they were the reference point to which all other tits would be compared by the guys in our accommodation block. In the winter, these enormous breasts would protrude majestically from Carole's figure-hugging roll neck sweaters; in the summer, they would jutt out spectacularly from beneath her tight T-shirts. Like a National Park, their appearance changed with the seasons but always remained picture postcard-perfect.

I was particularly lucky as I could see the window of Carole's dorm room from my own and on two wonderful occasions – albeit rather distantly – I had seen her stand close to the glass in just a skimpy vest, her huge tits defying the laws of gravity by remaining perfectly upright despite their inordinate volume. It was a tantalising thought for all of us men that on some nights, with the curtains closed, in the privacy of her room, Carole's boyfriend might be enjoying that beautiful pair of breasts in all their naked glory.

A lot of guys in the year would spend time flirting with Carole, although never in a sleazy way. We had too much respect for her for that. But she knew how much attention she got and even though she was wonderfully free of self-importance, she was also very confident and enjoyed the fact she was considered so notoriously sexy by all the lads.

Of all the men in the year who might fancy their chances with her, I was one of the least likely. Not that I was wholly unattractive myself - and I was popular enough - but rather like her, I was spoken for. I had a childhood sweetheart I had left at home. Carole’s boyfriend had met her at College. He was a flash economics student who drove his own convertible and clearly had a wealthy family supporting him. Not that I wish to suggest Carole was mercenary or only interested in him for his money. The guy was also, much to Carole's admirers' dismay, very good looking. The idea of this attractive young couple fucking was a fine one and something most of us (including a few of the lecturers) would have gladly parted with their savings to witness. Simon – I think her boyfriends name was – was one lucky man who got to see her infamous chest in the flesh. This made him something of a hero by my standards.

On the particular night I wish to tell you about Simon was not around however, which turned out to be most fortunate for me. It was the evening of the formal dinner at our Hall of Residence. This sounds glamorous but in truth it was little more than the same mass-produced canteen meal we had every day followed by a cheap disco, for which we took the opportunity to dress up in formal wear. (Students can be such ponces). Carole always looked mighty fine on these ocassions in a red shoulderless dress that showed off her sublime chest.

These nights would always be enjoyable enough, fuelled as they inevitably were by heavy drinking, but the only permitted attendees were residents of the Halls themselves. The College campus consisted of a dozen or so different Halls of Residence and each would have its own similar formal event once a month or so. Although I had a few friends in my Hall, my closest buddies were all students I had met in class. None of these happened to reside in the same Hall as me and this meant that such nights, although fun in themselves, held limited appeal. I didn’t drink much at this one, not feeling in the mood for a heavy night, and ate even less of the low quality tray-baked food.

Towards the end of the evening virtually everyone was embarrassingly inebriated; their smart formalwear looking less smart or formal by the minute, with men having loosened their ties and some of the women’s dresses crumpled by the heat and dancing. I was left alone by a friend for a moment on a seat near the bar and I spotted Carole approaching me on her way to the Ladies toilet. She was clearly pretty drunk herself in an over-excitable, smily sort of way. She spotted me looking glum on my own at this table in the corner.

“You look like you would rather be anywhere else but here”, she laughed.

“Oh dear, is it that obvious?”, I replied.

“Do you want me to get you another beer?”

“To be honest”, I said, “I was just thinking about going back to my room”.

It was not far off last orders and I wasn’t in the mood for what seemed like childishly drunken frivolity. At this point an especially loud male student stepped into the bar with a traffic cone in his hand and started to use it as a loudspeaker to sing along to the cheesy Eighties music that was playing. Carole watched this display too and despite her own drunkenness, even she seemed to have had enough.

“You know what?", she said, "I think I might do the same. Do you fancy a cup of coffee?”.

This sounded like a much better idea than sitting any longer in the smoky zoo of intoxicated students. I waited for Carole to return from the Ladies and collect her scarf and bag. She told her friends she was going and stepped with me outside the bar into the central courtyard that was surrounded on three sides by the tall accommodation blocks that made up our Hall.

“Your place or mine?”, she asked.

“Well mine has got less stairs”, I replied (it was on the ground floor, unlike her own which was on the fourth floor of the building opposite). I made this remark after noting the difficulty Carole was finding in walking in a straight line for any distance. It was a cold night and she pulled her scarf around her bare shoulders.

“Oh but hang on I’m out of coffee”, I suddenly remembered.

“Oh you’re useless” she said laughing and taking my arm, turned me around and marched me in the direction of her block instead.

She took her heels off to climb the stairs and wavered back and forth as she rummaged in her bag for the key. She was drunker than I had previously thought, unable to find the key inside this tiny bag not much bigger than a purse. I helped her locate it.

Once inside she immediately filled and switched on the kettle and offered me a seat on the age-battered leather armchair beside her bed. She turned up the radiator, the room was not big but it took a long time to feel less than freezing.

“Oh, you don’t mind if I just change out of this dress do you?” she asked me.

I politely averted my gaze and listened to the rustling sound of her dress being removed. It sounded like her tipsiness was making the act less straightforward than it should have been, but when she finally said “That’s better”, I looked up and saw she was now wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt.

She carried on singing and making little jokes as she poured the coffee and her unsteady hand passed me a cup which she proceeded to pour over the carpet. I took it from her before there was none left and she sat down cross-legged on her bed, with her own cup in her hands. It was most amusing behaviour.

I had never had that long a chat with Carole before and it was interesting to see her so animated and excitable, which I figured was partly the drink but partly also a mischevious personality I didn’t know she had.

We talked about a number of things including her boyfriend (who she was surprisingly casual about) and then got on to the subject of some of the other people in the Hall. She told me that one guy – Tim – was drunk earlier in the eveing and had “accidentally” touched her chest. She had told him to fuck off and still seemed irritated about it.

“That’s Tim for you”, I said, knowing that the student in question was a bit of a fool, “he probably just wanted to report back to his mates that he had touched the one place they are all desperate to go”.

She seemed rather delighted by this explanation but expressed an ironic distaste. “What do you mean the one place they are desperate to go?”, she exclaimed, obviously flattered but pretending to be offended.

“You know”, I said, trying to respond diplomatically, “your er… chest is kinda infamous among the guys”.

“Is it?”.

I wasn’t sure if she was genuinely surprised by the fact or simply enjoying the attention she was getting by dwelling on the matter.

“Oh God, yeah. They rarely talk about anything else!”

“Are you including yourself in that?”, she asked me tongue-in-cheek.

“Well, I er… may have been known to make a polite comment or two” I said, trying to be diplomatic. Carole squealed with delight at this response, so I added: “I suppose you could say I am a member of the Carole Gallacher’s Chest fan club!”

She roared with laughter at this: “Do you get a badge with your membership?”

“Yes”, I said, “and a monthly newsletter”.

"With a competition where you can win a personal meet-and-greet?”, she added.

“I should be so lucky” I laughed.

“I don’t know why you say that”, she said, “you’re pretty much having one now. You’re here in the same room as them!”

“True” I said, starting to rather enjoy this candid chat about her biggest assets. “Although everyone gets to see them like that”.

“Yes…”, she said and hesitated, “…but not everyone gets to see them like this” and suddenly she unzipped her sweatshirt to the waist, revealing a skimpy tight fitting vest. The shadow of her cleavage was clearly visible and the delicious outline of her firm, large breasts stuck out from beneath the thin white cotton. I felt like a scientist confronted with proof of a theory he had long suspected. No further evidence would ever be needed: Carole really did have one hell of a pair of tits on her. I had never seen them this clearly before, not even in their revealing ballgown.

“Wow” I said, my tongue probably hanging out, “no, not everyone has seen them like that”. Jees, I thought to myself, this girl is really sexy (and really drunk!)

“Or like this” she said, kneeling upright now on the bed and opening her sweatshirt wide to stick her magnificent chest out proudly in my general direction. I could make out the round shape of her nipples from beneath the flimsy material. The new position also afforded me a better view of her stomach beneath the cut-off vest. Her waist was surprisingly skinny in comparison to the vast breasts she was sporting. It was as though whoever made her had first assembled a tall, slender teenager and then accidentally added some huge breasts that were intended for someone else. Now this was certainly a more privileged view than I had been lucky enough to have before, and a devastatingly erotic sight.

She hadn’t finished yet and next peeled off her sweatshirt, sitting back on her knees in the little vest. The cold temperature of the room specked her skin with goose-bumps and her nipples hardened and appeared more clearly beneath the material. She was so playful and tipsy. Her body looked gorgeous in the light of the bedside lamp.

It suddenly occured to me that she was so drunk she didn't have much idea what she was doing. The opportunity to take advantage of her in this free, joyous state was growing by the second.

“I hope their not disappointing”, she giggled, knowing full well it was like asking someone if they were disappointed about winning the lottery.

"Disappointing is not quite the word I would use", I replied. "Could I see them in the flesh?". For the first time I was confidently laying my cards on the table.

Sam glanced up from his paper and scanned the classroom for Danielle. He had been getting hard off Danielle since his freshmen year and now that he was a senoir he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He watched her write her assignments, she wrote swift with absolutely no mistakes and he wondered if she made love the same way. Sam had longed for the day he could ever actually work up the nerve to talk to her. She was the kind of girl one was out of your league regardless to where you ranked on the popularity chart. She was perfect in everyway to him. From her 30C breasts to her onion shaped ass. Sam wanted her and he was determined to get her.....one way or another.

"Yo Sammy what's up man?" Sam sat down on the bleachers with his teammate Terrence. "Nothing much, just hangin in there, what about you?" Sam say a figure appear out of the corner of his eye, "oh you know how I do," Terrence replied " but have you met Danielle? She's my...." Sam prayed to himself that he wasn't about to say girlfriend. "...cousin." Sam let out a silent sigh of relief. He looked at Danielle and was about to say hi but was mesmerized by her beauty once again. He finally got out some words, "umm...we have some classes together." Sam scanned her body up and down and thought about what her 30Cs looked like bare. "yeah Terrence, we have some classes together, but I don't know why I've never noticed you, you're quite a cutie." Danielle smiled at Sam and he suddenly felt a poke coming from the inside of his pants and quickly looked away from her. "Well I gotta go guys, see you later Terr, and Sam I would love to see you later too." Danielle walked passed Sam purposely putting her ass right in his face and slid a small piece of paper into his lap. Sam looked down at the paper and saw a phone number scribbled on it.

After the game that night Sam went home and tried to wait for a couple of hours to go by before calling her. He didn't want to seem desperate. He layed back on his king sized bed that he planned to share with Danielle in a couple of days if he got lucky. Sam slowly began stroking his cock through he jeans while he thought of making love to Danielle for hours on end. A few minutes later he couldn't wait any longer and picked up the phone, he slowly dailed her digits and hoped she picked up so he wouldn't look like an idiot on her 'missed calls' list. Danielle picked up on the third ring and said hello. Sam suddenly lost his voice and couldn't think of what to say, he finally pulled himself together and managed to say, "oh hey Danielle, what's up? This isn't a bad time is it?" He hoped she would say it wasn't. "Actually...I was hoping you weren't to busy, maybe you would wanna swoop by my place you know. Just so we can get to know each other a little better." He almost couldn't believe the words that had just left her mouth but he tried to play it off anyway. "Well I do have some stuff to be doing but I guess I could take some time off. I'll be there in about 20 minutes." With that Sam hung up and prepared for his evening with the girl of his dreams.

25 minutes later Sam pulled his Mustang into Danielle's circle drive way. He was waiting at the door for him and wasted no time pulling him inside and leading him upstairs. He followed with no resistence and let her lead the way. They entered her room and he couldn't help but notice how tight her jeans were and how revealing the tank-top she had on was. "you see something you like?" Danielle looked into Sam's eyes and noticed that he was eyeing her up and down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "if you want something feel free to help yourself." Sam raised an eyebrow and that's when him and Danielle shared their first kiss. They tongue wrestled each other for a few minutes while Sam slowly began working her jeans off of her. She squeezed her ass and she responded by pulling out his cock and starting to massage it in her hand. He was fully erect and wanted to enter her steaming pussy now.

They stopped kissing for a brief moment to undress each other and then Sam gently pushed Danielle down onto her bed. His plans to share his bed with her would have to be transfered for the moment. He locked himself into another kiss with her while his hands explored her body. He caressed her nipples with one hand while the other massaged her clit. She moaned softly and pushed his hand away from her pussy and pulled his dick to her pussy lips. She wanted to be fucked by him, she wanted him and only anticipated the plessure he would bring to her in 3,2,1. He slowly slid his 8 inch rod into to her awaiting pussy. He wanted to plessure her and he was going to do just that. He shoved all 8 inches into her and she let a loud moan of approval. Sam was packing and she liked what he brought to her. She held onto him, clawing his back while he pounded away at her pussy.

He quickly changed his pace and rammed into her pussy faster with each thrust. He wanted this to be an experience she could only want more of. So he pounded into her faster and harder making her moan and scream out his name. "ooooo! Yes,yes!" Sam loved hearing her respond to his cock fucking her senseless. They quickly changed positioned and Sam rammed his cock straight into her asshole. If he thought she moaned alot before, well damn. You would've thought she was on a roller coaster ride. With every push she screamed and groaned. Sam had no intentions to stop this anytime soon so he kept right on pounding into her ass loving every second of it. After Danielle had climaxed twice she was ready to do something a little more kinky. She wanted Sam to fuck her in the closet. Now Sam was crazy about Danielle and would do whatever she wanted to stay inside her hot pussy. They kissed passionately up against the closet door before Sam lifted her legs and she wrapped them around him.

He teased her pussy with the head of his cock. He brushed it gently up against her clit and she begged for him to enter her. Sam payed no attention to her begging and went ahead plessuring her until he was about to cum. Sam glided his rod into her once again and started to rapidly bang her against the closet door. The door know rattled as their weight hit the door. He fucked her like crazy ramming into her harder each time. He squeezed her breasts as he was about to bust a load of semen. He kissed her one last time before he pulled out of her. He loved Danielle but sure as hell wasn't ready to raise a child. He placed her on her feet and she quickly dropped to her knees to catch his load. She sucked him off and swallowed his whole load. She loved the taste of it and wanted more so she continued to suck him for a second round. Sam moaned for about half an hour while Danielle went at his cock. He couldn't wait to get ahold of her pussy and rock her world like never before. He pulled Danielle away from his cock and spread her legs, he dived head first into her pussy. Spreading her lips with his fingers and exploring the area with his long tongue. She moaned with plessure as he sucked, licked, and kissed her clit. He licked her clit slowly and gently pulled on it with his lips. Sam licked up her juice each time she orgasmed. She tasted sweet and he wanted more of her and refused to let her go until he got all he wanted from her. He continued licking her pussy rapidly and greedily as she playfully pulled away. Each time she pulled away Sam pulled her back down hard and stabbed his tongue deeper into her.

She loved the way he licked her up and grew hungry for his cock again. Danielle finally pulled Sam away from her pussy and pushed him down on the bed. She seductively jumped on top of him and lowered herself onto his hard cock. She planned on paying him back for the fucking he had given her earlier. She rode his cock fast and slammed down on him hard. he held onto her hips and helped her ride his rod. Man she rided like a pro in a Kentucky Derby. She smiled at him as they fucked and he forcefully pulled her down harder giving her something to really smile about. She screamed out his name and rode him faster showing she could take his cock no matter what he dished out. He flipped over on top of her and started to ram once again her sweet pussy. He was gonna win this ternament and he wanted his scores to be through the roof.

He forcefully held her down as she started to scream louder from the fierce strokes he was taking. He was beating the hell out of her pussy and she was soaking in every thrust with a respone of plessure. "OOOOOOOO!!! AHHHHHHH!!! SAMMMMMYY!!! He smiled at her knowing he was winning and loved hearing his named being screamed out like that. She had had an orgasm for the seventh time that night and Sam thought that maybe that was enough. He pulled out of her and kissed her hard driving his tongue deep into her mouth. He licked and sucked on her breasts remembering that he hadn't given them much attention tonight. He licked her nipples in tiny circles and sucked on them greedily. He planned on getting everything he wanted from Danielle since he knew this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Little did he know though him and Danielle would be inseperable after this night.

Through the next year they had become closer than ever and still were fucking like rabbits every night for hours on end. they loved each other endlessly and loved fucking the hell out of each other.

“Stop it.” the young man warned as he stripped off his shirt, leaving only the worn green fishnet falling just past his smooth pectorals. Uay only continued to stare, unblinking and unmoving. “I said STOP.” He turned to face the elf, throwing upon him a dark, dangerous scowl. No reaction. “God! What do you want?” Oktavian threw his arms into the air, “And don’t say sex because I have a headache.” The young male god’s hands balled into adorable fists at his sides in a show of his beastly ferocity and the potential violence he was capable of once threatened.

Uay’s movements were so swift, that had one chosen to blink, they would have missed the whole thing. The elf reached forward, and with one arm he seized Oktavian’s waist, twirling him like a dancer to fall to the bed. He fell over the young man, skillfully pinning his arms above his head with one hand. “You’re a bad liar.” Uay stated, his voice a devious whisper. He did his best to look menacing, though really, he wouldn’t hurt his wonderful lover. He couldn’t bring himself to harm something that was so beautiful and sinful at the same time, and had survived so much emotional torment through so many long years. “I think you know what I want.” He whispered shortly as his free hand pulled away the heavy collar from the young man’s fair-skinned neck, then swept the tumbles of raven hair from dark jaded eyes, “I really do.” The wind outside thrashed at the feeble walls.

Uay leaned down over Oktavian’s fragile neck, kissing gently. “Uay, Daemionne’s in the other room and I said I have a- ooooh....” Oktavian’s claims melted into pleasure as Uay’s skilled fingers managed to unzip his pants. The elf found the young man’s sluggish pulse upon a perfectly curved neck and pulled it into his mouth, suckling at the vein below the skin and allowing his tongue to probe at it gently. He moved slow and carefully, perfectly aware of the child in the next room, while at the same time not entirely caring. For as much as Uay allowed himself to believe, their son was sleeping like a rock already in the next room over, and not all the wills of the gods combined could ever awaken him, least of all a few moans or cries. Uay’s lowered himself a little, sitting lightly on the Oktavian’s slim thighs. He took his time pulling away the clothing from his upper body tossing each defeated article to the corner of the dark room.

Uay’s fingers traced the small crosshatches of the fishnet fabric, pausing at the small rises of Oktavian’s nipples, the rosy skin barely visible below the bright green criss-crosses. Uay did manage to give the small hoop piercing the tender skin of Oktavian’s left nipple a small tug before he lifted the small undershirt, pressing the tip of his tongue through the ring and drawing it into his mouth. He held it carefully between his teeth as he suckled quietly, the young man’s moans silenced to harsh breath for fear of waking his sweetly slumbering child.

Finally, Uay found himself looking upon the boy’s bare, pale chest. He pulled the fishnet shirt over his young love’s head and a long trail of hair slid like silk along with it, piling gracefully over the pillows, the inky colour of his hair hiding the white sheets. The elf ran his fingers in adoration of the smooth porcelain skin, marveling at the beautiful young body that he could rightfully call his as a scarred hand found Oktavian’s and slid over the silver ring forever lingering upon a slendour finger. At the highly skilled and teasing attentions to his piercing, Oktavian’s eyes fluttered as a wave of pleasure washed over him. Screw the kid in the next room, he thought, wishing he could truly feel such and let Uay have his wonderful way with the useless body below him, let him bring such magnificent and all-consuming physical pleasure as he had never failed to do.

Uay pulled up briefly, and a hint of sorrow glimmered in his eyes as his gaze drifted to his own arm, covered in the scars of so many struggles and harsh years. It was a usual ritual for Uay, a feeling he rediscovered almost every time he compared his body to Oktavian’s. With a tenderness that perhaps only the elf realized Oktavian possessed, the young man leaned forward and placed a soft kiss along a piece of scarred flesh, then another, just brushing his lips gently on the imperfections ringing of old pain. Uay smiled, running his hand gratefully along his love’s pallid cheek . He bent down, once again suckling at the young man’s neck, leaving tiny red marks in wake of his practiced lips and nipping teeth.

Oktavian could not begin to hold in the moan in that escaped his lips, low and breathy. His body trembled below the elf as his hands moved behind Uay and wove into soft silvery tresses of hair. He stretched out his delicate neck and drew in an overjoyed breath as Uay bit down. Oooh, he wanted Uay to bite there, more and harder. He wanted to be marked. Oktavian wasn’t even sure why, but he knew he wanted it that way. He made a tiny, yearning noise as the elf pulled away, but protested no more as clever fingers stripped him down to the bare skin. “Daemionne... next room....” The young man tried to warn once again in an airy whisper. But his words were sealed as a pair of soft lips pressed demandingly to his own, and his mouth finally admitted defeat in the wake of the elf’s desires.

Uay easily parted the young man’s lips and teeth, pressing into the Oktavian’s mouth, tongue fondling tongue, sensuously caressing whatever he could find. As he hungrily devoured the young man’s mouth his hand began to move stealthily lower. With light feather touches that teased the gentle skin his hand slid down Oktavian’s chest, following the dip of his small stomach, before halting upon the loosened lip of his pants. Uay unlinked his fingers with Oktavian’s and swept his hand up to his own face. He quickly pulled away the patch he was still getting used to wearing and threw it aside before moving his other hand lower, so both now powerfully grasped the young god around his fragile waist. The elf’s thumbs pressed harshly against Oktavian’s hipbones as he intensified the kiss, his chest heaving against Oktavian, his larger body pushing him down teasingly into a soft mattress that reeked of dust, herbs, and old booze. The bed groaned heavily under the sudden strain.

Oktavian’s breath grew deep and he wrapped his slim legs around Uay’s waist, pressing his hips up viciously into Uay’s groin. He rose up to meet the heat of the kiss, a trail of the elf’s saliva trickling down his chin. The soft noises of their kiss and the frenzied rustle of sheets, as well as the rhythmic rub of Oktavian’s bare skin to the rough fabric of Uay’s pants was the symphony of their love, unaware of a small pair of fluttering eyes in the next room over.

The young man threw his head back and a delighted cry was partly muffled as his hand flew up to cover his mouth, and he bit down harshly on his fingers. Oktavian’s entire body tensed deliciously as Uay again attempted to de-root his tongue from the young man’s mouth, sucking violently in sheer concentration. The elf’s sweet saliva trickled slowly along the corner of his lips, the young man, still unable to capture its syrupy contents amid Uay’s animal-like insertions of tongue and the rough rhythm driving him harder and harder every second into the soft mattress below the men. Uay growled as Oktavian’s fingers trailed harshly against his sensitive skin, tearing the substance as his back arched instinctually into the elf’s motions, the intoxicating sensation of sexual intercourse having left his body wild and untamed.

“Oh God...” Oktavian whispered breathlessly as Uay ground himself deeper within the young man in short, slow motions, straining his neck weakly as a tremor of ecstasy shot rapidly to his groin. Uay pressed down heavily into the young go, inspiring a slow moan to echo among them. “Oh my fucking god...” He groaned between broken breaths and silent moans. Oktavian grasped pleadingly at Uay’s rear, squeezing and kneading rudely at the dramatic curves, pressing Uay’s hips farther still between his thighs.

Blood slicked his grasp and he whimpered, desperate for even deeper penetration. He wanted more, harder, faster, NOW. Uay gasped as he came hard for the second time, and his pace slowed, but only for a moment. “Harder...” Oktavian moaned distraughtly and dug his nails violently into Uay’s waist, “Oh god, Uay... HARDER!”

It was our first summer of being 18 and out of school. Peggy Sue was working at her uncles drive in. She was blonde and petite, much prettier than me. but not concieted about it. We had been friends since junior high school. Peggy had been shy all the time I had known her so I was shocked beyond belief on the night we met Walter.

Walter was from up north Ohio or one of those states, and was in our little town because he was in some sort of trouble and came to live with his mothers family for the summer.
All of us girls knew who he was ,and of course we all wanted to date him because he was the new guy in town, and it didnt hurt that he was ruggedly handsome with smoldering brown eyes and wavy brown hair.

I often went to Peggys work and we would hang out for a while after she got off. This night Walter was there with a borrowed car and she told me we were going for a ride with him after her shift.
Peggy got in next to him and I cursed myself for being so slow at getting the best seating.She directed him to the local parking spot, and while I was still wondering when she even found out about it, they were engaging in some heavy petting and deep kissing.He was sliding his hand up her short work skirt and meeting no resistance from her . She sighed a deep sigh when his fingers touched her moist panty hose.I could not believe what I was seeing, they were so in to each other that they totally ignored the fact that I was sitting on the seat with them. He raised her top and bra together exposing her barely "B" cup tits with their little pencil eraser nipples.

He suggested the back seat and i slid out to let her past me, and was again suprised when she held on to my arm for support while she took her panty hose and panties off. her face was all flushed and her nipples wer so hard they looked like they hurt, and i caught a fleeting glimpse of her now wet pussy as she got in the back seat.

I was slid back against the passenger door and sort of peeking at them as he started pressing his cock in to her. I didnt see it go in , but knew it was deep inside her by her rreaction, it was "ouch ouch,, wait" . He lay on her slowly rocking his hips till he felt her start to respond and then they were off. He would press deep and she would moan, he would fuck her fast and she would let out little squeels of pleasure, her little tits bearly moving as he fucked her, he would bend to kiss and lick her nipples ,then start fucking her again.

By now i was leaning across the seat watching them she had wrapped her slim legs around him and raising to meet his thrusts. My own pussy was on fire,but my jeans limited me touching it to get even some minor relief. Finally desperate, i opened my jeans and and slid them down enough to get my hand on my clit and bring myself to a so so orgasm, I wanted Walter in me, but they showed no signs of even slowing down. After about 10 minutes Peggy started cumming, her butt would raise off the seat to get as much of Walters cock as she could, her legs around his waist as she pressed back and came on his cock.

After I had had a couple of orgasms i started to notice they had been fucking for a long time, I kept my fingers on my clit but had cooled down some, and then finally took my hand out of my pants and sat back against the door and watched them. Now they had been fucking for 20 minutes, something i had only imagined, and he showed no signs of stopping or getting close to an orgasm.

Peggy had exactly one hour to get home after her shift so at 35 minutes I said "hey you guys " its a quarter to, we better get going.

He reluctantly pulled his cock out of her ,and she was reluctant to realease it , even though she had cum at least 4 times. She laid there for a minute, her legs open, her pussy red and gaping from the wonderful fucking she had just had.

We had to drop her off first in order to meet her fathers time deadline. and it was a pretty silent ride to my house because I didnt know what to say to Walter. I had never before even imagined a scene like this. We sat in front of my house for a few minutes and he started talking about what had just happened with Peggy. I found they had met earlier in the day and it was almost a positive that they would have sex after her work. They also had not planned on me being there.

I told Walter that I needed to tell my parents that i was home and sitting in his car talking, and while I was in the house I changed to a skirt, leaving the soaking jeans on the floor of my room. My step mom was just a few years older than me, but was pretty wise, just told me "be careful". I really dont know if I honestly thought we weould "just talk" when i got back to the car.

Walter had his cock out when i got back in beside him, I didnt know where to look fascinated by his big cock, and still almost trembeling from what i had just seen it do to Peggy.He soon solved where I should look as he started pointing out the details of how far it had gone in the first thrust, how she had felt with just the head in . Pure torture, and then he turned his attention to me. hand up skirt and no resistance, the moan when he touched my soaked panties, and no coy "no" when he asked me to go to the back seat.

I leaned against the car and took my panties off,, lifted my skirt around my waist, and got in leaning against the door. He commented on my having more hair on my pussy than Peggy, and from that point on she was not mentioned again. he did the top and bra thing letting my tits fall free and I could see in his eyes that he loved my 36c's and nipples like my thumb. He was expert at sucking nipples, his tongue sent tremors straight to my clit, his fingers were gently starting to explore the opening of my pussy, then he was on me, lifting me, arranging me,sliding my butt closer to him and the big head of his cock hot against my wet pussy. He bent and kissed me long and deep,, our tongues playing, and him slowly sliding in to me.

I didnt moan when he slid in to me, probally because I was out of breath from his kisses. He started out fucking me slow and deep, I came almost the first minute. He could feel my contractions and held his cock deep while I came. Then he would fuck me hard till I started moaning telling him I was cumming, He would lift my butt to him and rub his shaft on my clit or his pelvis against mine giving me earth shattering orgasms.

Walter had what is now knows nas Retarded Ejacu;ation and could fuck forever. I didnt have the time constraints that Peggy did so we fucked for nearly an hour. When he finally came he soaked me cum running out of me and on to the back seat, My pussy aching but in a plesant way.

Peggy was livid when she found out we had fucked, but he calmed her down and the 3 of us had a great summer.Let me know if you want to hear about it, Ahhh its great to be 18!

“You stupid bitch, get the hell out of my dorm ” Jane’s most recent words reverberated in Lauren’s head. Her roommate had been furious to find out she’d been in her room that day.

“I thought I smelled smoke ” Had been her reply. How should she have known that Jane smoked? It didn’t matter, she’d still been screamed out by Jane for just walking into her room uninvited. Now, the young college student was walking back to the room after an afternoon of classes, and she’d never been so nervous. It was going to be a long year if Jane didn’t forget about stupid little things like this. Jane was well known for flipping out at people, but Lauren thought the two of them could get along. They had a lot in common- besides being incredibly beautiful, they both liked and hated a lot of the same things.

Lauren finally reached the door, and decided against knocking. It was, after all, her dorm too. She was surprised to find Jane sitting at the table drinking coffee, quite calm.
“Jane I thought you’d be...er, that is...”
“Lauren, forget about it. I’m sorry. Just have some coffee with me, lets talk.” Lauren shrugged and set down her books. Maybe Jane had just been stressed out. There was a lot going on this time of year.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I had no right to do it.” She said, pouring Lauren a cup of java. “I got carried away. You just reminded me of how my little brothers always barged into my room and went through my stuff while I wasn’t home.”
“Oh, I would never do that ” Lauren said, taking the hot cup in her hands and sampling a sip. “I should have knocked anyway. It wont happen again.”
“I know. Come on, lets forget about it.” Jane said. They shook hands, and Jane went back to her book while Lauren finished her drink. Lauren didn’t notice Jane continually eying her, making sure she drank every last drop...

“That was good coffee. Thanks. And...” She was about to apologize again, but Jane held up her hand, silencing her. “Right...never mind.” She went over to the door of her room, completely unaware of what lay beyond...

Lauren didn’t notice him at first. She just casually put her books on her desk. That was when she saw him. An unexpected visitor was sitting on her bed, wearing only a pair of boxers. As soon as she saw him, she just stared with disbelief. He raised his hand and waived at her, smiling seductively.

Lauren dashed out of her room and shut the door. She saw Jane laughing at her from across the room.

“What did you do? Who is he? ” Lauren cried.
“Well, whenever my brothers went in my room, I got revenge. I took the dog upstairs into their room, and let him run amok. There’s no dogs on campus, though, so this was the next best thing.” She replied, motioning toward Lauren’s room. “That’s Jake, the most jovenistic dog on campus. He’s a real party animal, and absolutely loves your type.”

“You’re a real idiot, you know that, Jane? Putting some sex fiend in my room doesn’t mean I have to sleep with him.” Lauren shot back.

“Believe me, I’m way ahead of you. I put some aphrodisiacs in your coffee. They should be kicking in right about now.” Jane gave as sly grin. Lauren knew she was right- she could feel her heart speeding up, her body jumping to life. Lauren looked down in disbelief as she felt her pussy come to life, dampening her panties.

“Oh, it gets better, Lauren. I set up your webcam, and even took the liberty to put a few cameras around the dorm. The rest of the college will be watching your sexcapade.”
Lauren started breathing heavy as she felt her body become more and more horny. “You...you cant do this to me ” She exclaimed, feeling her instincts starting to take over her judgement.
Jane just smiled. “Have fun...” She walked over to the door and left. Lauren heard a lock from the other side.

“Just great,” Lauren thought, her mind spinning in an attempt to think a way out of this situation. Nothing was coming to mind, though. She was on the second floor-no daring window escapes. And even if she did get out, what would she do? She had enough Viagra in her to affect a cow

She didn’t have time to think anymore. The door swung open, and she felt strong hands grab her around the waist. Jake whispered in her ear “Your not going to keep me waiting, are you? Your friend said you needed attention, and I’m here to give...”

Lauren turned around and tried to find something to say. But she was like a dog in heat. She had to go for the closest cock around, and there was a huge one sitting inches away from her
Jake led her back into her room and sat down on her bed. Lauren found herself on her knees, pulling his cock from his boxers, gripping the enormous pecker firmly. It was quickly making itself hard as rock. She almost drooled at the sight of it. Her whole body ached for a cock right now, and here was her savior

Lauren slid her hands up and down the rod, feeling it’s long, smooth shaft. Jake grinned with pleasure. He’d never seen a chic so enthralled by just the sight of his tool before. He reached down and started unbuttoning her shirt. She gave no resistance at all; she continued with her excellent hand job. He opened her shirt up and gazed at her huge tits.

“What a lucky catch ” He said out loud, and started feeling her tits through her bra. Lauren stuttered for something to say.
“Wait...you cant do this I’ll give you a hand job, but that’s it ”

Jake just laughed. “You couldn’t walk away even if you wanted to, bitch. Now suck my cock.” He put his hands on the back of her head and pushed her towards his towering cock. Lauren opened her mouth by instinct, and she was suddenly giving him head

“You’re good at this ” Jake said as she sucked his cock. She didn’t know where she learned to do this, but he was right Lauren loved big cocks because she could use her hands and mouth at the same time. This particular one was quite more than a mouthful, and Lauren found herself going up and down the shaft, compelled by its sheer size.

Lauren looked over at her computer. The screen was turned off, but she knew that her webcam was showing this to anyone who felt like watching. “I’ll never live this down ” She thought. She was absolutely crazy for this cock, sucking on it like her life depended on it Finally, Jake gave his signal. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her onto his cock, forcing her to deep-throat ever inch of hit. Then she felt him blow his load deep in the back of her throat There was no option of spit or swallow, it went right past her mouth and down her neck Still, she could not stop herself from sucking on his enormous rod while he filled her up with cum After what felt like forever, Jake let her go, and she fell onto the floor, breathing heavily.

Jake didn’t give her much rest. Lying on the floor, Lauren’s skirt gave Jake a clear view of her panties. Grinning, Jake knelt on the floor in front of her and pulled her skirt off her waist.
“Wait! I said I would...”

“Shut up, bitch.” Jake said, slapping her on the side of her ass. She flinched, and forgot her argument. Jake took off her shirt and surveyed the gorgeous girl laying before him. “Why don’t you show me what you can do?” He asked. Lauren wanted to tell him off, but her pussy’s need for meat would not let her. She climbed to her feet while Jake sat back down on her bed. She took a deep breath, turned her back to him, and began to striptease.

Lauren had always loved dancing, but she never had this in mind. She found herself shaking her ass vigorously, and running her hands down her body. Jake was impressed- it was tough to find a girl this good at stripping. “You oughta be a professional, girl.” He said, and gave her a playful slap on the ass.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Lauren said as she continued her exhibition. She turned around to face him, and ran her hands over her bulging chest. Her tits bounced and jiggled slightly, enough to turn any man on. She undid her bra, and let it fall off her chest, exposing her enormous knockers for Jake to drool over. Jake started to pull off his boxers in anticipation for what was coming next. She turned around and bent over, pushing her ass out. Then, while shaking her ass in a flowing motion, pulled off her panties. She was completely naked now, in front of the whole school...

“I cant believe I just stripped for the entire school!” She thought, but she had bigger things to worry about. Jake’s huge cock was ready for round two, and she felt her pussy pulling her toward it like a magnet! Jake laid down on the bed, and Lauren crawled onto him, straddling him. The huge cock was inches from her drooling pussy. Lauren gulped with anticipation and proceeded to mount his enormous pecker! It was absolutely huge; Lauren never had experienced anything quite like it. She tried to go slowly, but Jake wouldnt let her- he grabbed her waist and forced her onto his cock as soon as she started, leaving her gasping for air. No going back now...

Jason grabbed her tits and squeezed them, igniting even more fire in her. “Please...suck my tits.” She begged him. He gladly accepted her request, relieving the pressure built within. She then started to ride his cock, up and down, shoving it further and further into her pussy.

“Oh, god YES!” She started screaming, going absolutely crazy for this young man’s enormous pecker. He slapped her ass a few times, which she would have objected to if she wasn’t so caught up in the moment. She was absolutely enthralled by this cock; she needed it more than anything else. “Oh my god, Jake, FUCK ME!” She cried as she felt her climax approaching. Jake grabbed her ass as he felt his approach too. Finally, they both came in perfect unison, gasping and moaning with ecstasy.

“Damn...girl...you’re something else. Jake said as she fell off him and laid down next to him, panting.
“Don’t get used to it, you jerk.” She retorted. This was the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done. The whole school was going to think she was a slut now!
“Don’t get mad at me. You were the one who wanted to have some fun, bitch.” Jake said. He wrapped his hands around her and started groping her tits.

Lauren was immediately turned on again, and let out long, passionate moan. “Wait, hold on!” She said and broke away from his grasp, and stood up.
“Oh, good idea. Lets try it somewhere else.” Jake said and stood up, threw her over his shoulder, and walked into the other room. He threw her down on the arm of her couch, with her ass facing him.

Lauren looked back at him nervously. His huge cock was already ready for more action, and apparently, so was she.

Jake grinned and held her hips stable with his hands, and shoved his cock deep inside her. Lauren groaned and gasped, completely enveloped by the swirl of pain and pleasure. He proceeded to fuck her over the arm of her couch, slapping her ass hard with every thrust. He snaked his arms around her and gave her tits a few hard squeezes too, which added to her ecstacy. Lauren found herself yelling his name out!

“Oh Jake, fuck me! Fuck me, Jake! HARDER!” She started yelling, and he gladly obliged. He was ramming her pussy into submission, making the couch shake! Finally, his cock and balls started to tighten up again. He felt his orgasm come like a freight train in her tight snatch. He blew his load deep in her love box, filling her with cum. Finally, he let her go and sat down on the couch. Lauren could barely stand after that fuck-fest; she just fell to the ground, exhausted.

“I have you for all evening, bitch. Why don’t you take five? I’m gonna grab some coffee.” Jake said nonchalantly.

Lauren did a double take. Coffee?! Was it the same pot that Jane had laced? She got up and ran to see him guzzling the same pot she had seen earlier. He suddenly changed attitudes.
“Forget that break. Get over here!”