Chapter 1

Bouncing partly along the wooded path to Fremont Hall, Ginnie Rodgers was far from oblivious to the admiring stares of the passing male students. To Ginnie some of the faces were familiar, others yet unknown, but all came to life at the sight of her long nyloned legs flashing under her brief mini and her upthrust, braless breasts quivering under the thin fabric of her blouse. The many amply filled pants fronts she noted from her won quick glanes and her feeling a dewy moisture between her swishing thighs.

Spring had a way of doing that to her. It was the kind of warm May afternoon which filled her body with a sensual glow and, since the morning's art class, she had been acutely conscious of an itching friction in her tight panties. Ginnie stifled the impulse to giggle as she recalled a similar afternoon a few weeks earlier.

She had been strolling along the same path, receiving the same burning stares and the smoldering in her panties had become unbearable. Finding herself suddenly alone in the pathway, she had paused and yielded to the slinky insistence in her panty crotch. Shivering and panting, her eyelids fluttering, she had stood clutching her books and shaking shamelessly through a delicious orgasm which flooded her with honeyed luxury. Opening her pleasure dimmed eyes she had been greeted by the owlish stare of an elderly professor hurrying past and wondering if he had actually witnessed what he thought...

Then, as today, Ginnie's horniness arose from the need for a good, hard fucking. It had been over three days since her little sex button had been properly polished off by a hard prick and, surrounded as she was by so many handsome and capable males it became very difficult to keep phallic needs out of mind.

In this morning's painting class she had caught herself sucking on the handle of a thick brush while dreaming of cocc. On looking up she had met the gaze of the handsome instructor, Dale Drake, who quickly glanced away. Though she realized her sucking had been rather vigorous, Ginnie was irritated by his embarrassment, especially since it was often his cock she was visualizing. She found it hard to understand why anyone as mature and groovy-looking as Dale Drake seemed so often uptight in a place as relaxed and swinging as Pompeyo College. But then Drake was fairly new and, since it was the students who set the pace in such college towns, it would probably take him awhile to come around, to "get hip."

Ginnie herself was only in her second semester at the California campus but she had found the groove quickly, and found it to her liking. Tall and lissome, with long, strawberry blonde hair, blue-green eyes and a pouting sensual mouth, Ginnie had caused a considerable stir as the "new girl" in her Fremont Hall dormitory.

Fremont was a far cry from the kind of regimented student quarters she had grown accustomed to in her three collegiate years in Eastern schools. Fremont was co-ed and though male and female students were assigned rooms on alternate floors, few found that an obstacle to the kinds of extra-curricular activities that had given Pompeyo College a name in the hip campus underground.

There were rules alright, but the dorm "parents," Ralph and Selina did little to enforce them since they themselves were unmarried and spent a good deal of their time making it with various students.

Though her experience had been limited to a few of the attractive males she had met in her dorm, the student cafeterieas, or in classes, Ginnie had heard the stories of the wild goings on-the group sex, the drug use, the night-long orgies, the wife swapping (among some of the married graduates) and even lesbianism. All the tales, especially those about lesbianism always aroused a deep excitement within her. She had a vivid, if somewhat over-active imagination and found it thrilling to imagine the sensation of a woman's hands and lips on her body. But she had never dared to admit to herself that she was secretly waiting for such an adventure...

Lately it had been all she could do to keep her mind off sexy thoughts, to ignore her persistent pussy ache, the tempting friction of her panties and nylons, the tingling in her . brassiere cups. She wasn't used to fighting with herself this way but then she had made a resolution; her boyfriend Rick Granger was hitch-hiking out from the East Coast and Ginnie was making a valiant effort at sexual abstention until his arrival.

It wasn't easy for her to avoid some of her former bed partners, especially when she so often encountered them on campus, but she knew Dale was worth the wait. She envisaged his lean, hard body, the long shaft of his bow-like prick, the thrill of his knowing lips as they expertly worked their way down her body, nibbled gently at her pubic bush-a little spasm of lust shot from her spine to her pantied crotch and Ginnie shivered as she walked along,. Gosh, she was horny today! If only she could manage for a day or two more...

She liked this path through the trees and enjoyed the long walks in the woods that the campus layout made possible, set, at it was, in the rolling mountains and forest area which line the southern California coast. Indeed, Ginnie had spent many memorable evenings in these woods, writhing and moaning in lust locks among the leaves and pine needles.

Fremont dormitory loomed out of the trees before her, snapping Ginnie out of another smoldering reverie. She noticed that there were few students in the lobby and that the dorm was fairly quiet for this time of day-no thundering of stereo systems or electric guitars. She decided she would take an afternoon nap, something she had been treating herself to frequently.

It was an easy quarter for her-two art classes and a language lab meant little stydying and lots of spare time. When Dale arrived things should be happening, fast and exciting, as they always did with him. But for now, Ginnie was hoping her room-mate would be out so she could enjoy a few hours of peace.

Though she got along quite well with her room-mate, freaky Dianne Curtis, Ginnie could not help feeling occasional annoyance at the lack of privacy, the lone drawback of the co-ed dorms. She had attempted to compensate for it by partitioning with a curtain of elaborate Persian design. It was beautiful but, as it turned out, such a screen did little to minimize distractions.

Ginnie took the elevator to the second floor, the women's floor, and as she made her way down the hall to her room, she felt the afternoon's drowsiness creeping up on her. Yes, a nap would be very nice indeed. She could hardly wait to slip under the sheets and get her fingers into her pussy-to ease the itch for one more day.

But, as she opened the door, a low giggle from her room-mate's bed evaporated her plans for a little private panty fun and a quiet nap. Sighing, she closed the door softly. The curtain was drawn and Ginnie guessed that Dianne was chatting on the phone as she often did for hours. She tossed her books on the bed and, resigning herself to what little rest was possible, she slipped off her shoes. The murmuring of a male voice stopped her short.

Listening closely, Ginnie could hear the low, even tones intersperesed with little giggles from' Dianne. She thought for a moment to reveal her presence and thereby avoid the embarrassment of being found in the room later but a groan of pleasure, issuing form behind the partition, changed her mind.

Her curiosity was too strong-if nothing else she had to know who it was, and just what they were up to,. She tiptoed soundlessly to the curtain's edge and drew it back ever so slightly. She had to catch her breath at the sight which greeted her.

Dianne was sprawled on her back amid the rumpled sheets of her floor level mattress, the long folds of her granny dress bunched at her waist. Beside her knelt a bronze-skinned youth with raven black hair, nude but for a pair of cotton jockey shorts. Ginnie was flushed with excitement and envy-it was Johnny Silverstone, a full blooded Cherokee Indian and one of the grooviest, sexiest, most desirable young studs on campus!

Ginnie had seen him often enough on campus to arouse her imagination and had fantasized many times over his hard muscled, reddish brown body. He was strikingly handsome, 'with piercing coal black eyes and the sight of him half naked was a thrill beyond words for her. Just what did Dianne have going to rate him anyway?

Ginnie had never played peeping Tom before but she found her heart racing wildly as the sensual duet unfolded before her. The Indian was caressing her belly through her full-sized white panties, teasingly allowing his fingers to brush over the edge of her plump pussy, clearly outlined through the thin nylon. Ginnie nearly choked with pleasure as she imagined that masterful hand on her own panties.

The hand was moving lower and suddenly to Dianne's hoarse groan of delight, it clamped over her taut bulge. His fingers worked rapidly, unmercifully on her through the nylon and Dianne's head tossed and rolled as her loins surged up to meet his hand.

"Oh, Johnny, oh... " she panted breathlessly, "that's sooo groovy."

He moved his body between her legs suddenly, his back still to Ginnie, moving his free hand to the hot mouud of Dianne's crotch. Ginnie could not see the Indian's two-handed ministrations, but the cries of lust which reached her ears sent little shivers through her body. She felt the sudden dribbling moisture in her own panties and realized that her titties and pussy were burning in her tight clothes.

The Indian lifted her dress and as he began to pull it over her head, Dianne's braless titties sprang free, full and white, the nipples hard with excitement. Ginnie marvelled at their upthrust beauty, exposed to her for the first time. They had always appeared so much smaller uuder the loose clothing Dianne usually wore. Ginnie felt a curious twinge of guilt at the strange sensation of excitement the girl's nudity awoke in her.

Her dress discarded, Dianne's he«d-fell back, her eyes lidded, her hps parted and instantly the Indiau was kissing her fiercely. His loins moved against hers as he bent her back and trailed a hot stream of kisses down her throat and onto her quivering breasts. He paid homage to her titties, tonguing and succing the tender nipples until they were wet and rigid.

"Your titties are beautiful baby," Ginnie heard the Indian murmur.

"Oh-Johnny, you know just hwo to treat 'em!" cooed Diaune, her fingers lacing through his long, black hair. "Oh... lower, please!"

Complying graciously, the Indian's hps moved greedily over her navel and belly until his head was between her legs, mouthing her oozing crotch through the panty fabricv Ginnie was trembling all over with excitement at the sight and she suddenly realized her itching palms were scrubbing compulsivley at her thighs. Finally, when the tension had become unbearable, she yielded to the urge which had assaulted her through the day.

She rucked her short mini and the lacy white half-slip she wore beneath it to her waist, exposing her long, sleek stockinged thighs and the pretty pink-ini panties in which her ardor raged. As she watched Dianne thrash and warble in sexual ecstasy, Ginnie's fingers sought the hot bulge of her throbbing pussy, encased in the sheerness of her panties.

"Oooh Johnnyy do it-of, do it!" Dianne cried, her legs kicking wildly, "My panties, please take them off!"

Ginnie felt her knees nearly buckle as she watched the Indian's fingers tugging at the waistband, then sliding the clinging nylon down her roommates thighs.

Dianne straightened her legs as he stripped them off her feet and then she sank back onto the cushions, spreading her thighs to his renewed oral onslaught. For a fleeting moment, Ginnie caught a glimpse of the puffy pinkness and the mature bush of Dianne's cunt. Then the Indian buried his face in it, siezing her clittie with a swift sucking motion of his lips that took Dianne's breath away.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped, "Oh that's it-oh, eat me baby!... eat me up!"

John Silverstone's head bobbed and dipped between the girl's widespread, quivering thighs, his bronzed body a striking contrast to her milky whiteness. Dianne bounced in abandon on the mattress, shaking and spasming, her fingers digging and raking at the Indian's powerful neck and shoulders.

"Oooh, Wow-ooh, Heavens-"Ginnie whispered under her breath as she watched the sensational cunnilingus.

Her fingers worked briskly, teasing her thrusting love tip through the filmy panty fabric. The frenzied friction of her masturbating was causing the tension within her to mount steadily. Soon, she knew, it would explode and drench her hand and panties with a soothing, warm foam.

Dianne arched and bobbed her pelvis against the Indian's face, returning the fucking motions of his tongue.

"Oh, oh, oh... ahhh!" she shrieked.

Her body suddenly went taut and her voice trailed off into a tenuous whine as the jolt of release vibrated through her. The Indian continued his mouthing until Dianne sank back spent and exhausted, her thighs splayed limply, quivering with little currents of after shock.

Ginnie felt herself approaching the eruption point and she slid her hand under the legband of her panties, her fingers finding the erect button of her clit in the wet, hairy nest of her cunt. But her massaging motion slowed as she saw the Indian slowly rising from between Dianne's thighs.

With a controlled, deliberate motion he slowly stripped the tight jockey briefs down his legs. Dianne gazed up at his body through lidded eyes and moaned with delight at what she saw. As his back was to Ginnie she could see nothing save the taut, compact muscles of his buttocks, but this proved sufficiently exciting and she speeded up the motion of her finger on her clit. The Indian stood momentarily still, seemingly regaining his breath as he hovered over Dianne's body.

"Oh, Heavens, Johnny," Dianne purred, Ooh, what a gorgeous prick... it's so... so big \ and... oh, I've just never seen one so big!"

"You deserve the credit for making it that way," he said.

"Oh, but I havent' even touched it," she giggled, stretching out her arms, "Come on you big stud-gimme that groovy thing!"

"No, Dianne," was his surprising reply, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for awhile."

"W-what do you mean-what's the matter-c'mon, fuck me now!"

But the Indian stood still, and Ginnie, surprised at this turn of events wondered if she hadn't better beat a retreat while she had the opportunity. She was reluctantly pulling her hands from her panties when suddenly the Indian whirled and, with a single vigorous motion, whipped aside the curtain, completely exposing Ginnie.

"I'm not an Cherokee for nothing," he grinned, his dark eyes flashing into hers.

Ginnie reeled with shock, her face flushed with mixed shame and excitement as Dianne's cry of surprise burned in her hazed brain. But her guilt all but vanished at the sight of the Indian's enormous penis, jabbing up at her from the dark forest of his loins like an angry, accusing lance. From deep within, a secret thrill at her exposure surged up, burning away the shame, so as her eyes remained fixed on the rigid cock, all she could think was fuck-fuck-fuck!"

"I knew you were there all along... I heard you every move since you came in the room. I even heard you frigging your pussy you silly bitch."

The words seared into her and, for an instant Ginnie wrenched her gaze away from the Indian's cock and met his eyes. They pierced into her quivering sould and she watched them travel along her body, shuddering as he hungrily eyed the dew-soaked swath of her panties, revealed beneath her upraised skirt. She watched his penis beat and swell even larger, it's swollen red tip mushrooming with excitement. Her breath caught in her throat and the room seemed to be spinning around her. She stood weak and waiting and at last, with a snarl of lust, the Indian seized her wrist and pulled her roughly against him.

Ginnie nearly melted in her panties as she felt the rigid rod of his prick ream up between her thighs and sear into the silky nest of her crotch. His body was iron hard, far more powerful than it even appeared and Ginnie thrilled to the feel of her soft, yet firm breasts boring into his muscular chest.

He sealed her mouth with his as he moulded her nylon sheathed loins and legs to his sleek skinned nudity. He wrapped his hands around the plump cheeks of her ass, still swathed in the thin, skin tight briefs. He rolled and patted her plump, bouncy buttocks as his tongue wound serpent-like around hers.

The sudden change which had come over him, transforming his passionate tenderness with Dianne to a kind of lusting savagery, set off something animal-like in Ginnie. She attempted to struggle weakly against his powerful hold, partly out of a sense of guilt towards Dianne and partly out of her vow for Dale, but her efforts only increased the roughness and force of the Indian's assault and only intensified her own excitement, he hard rod of his man flesh which ran under her pussy and ass in long, sibilant strokes, was nearly lifting her off her feet with delight and was slowly reducing her to a mass of quivering lust.

"Next time, maybe you won't be so inhibited," he hissed into her ear.

He forced her back against the wall and roughly shoved her panties to her knees. Ginnie shivered and caught a glimpse of her room-mate as her pussy was bared. Dianne was sitting up, wide-eyed and clearly excited at the show, deriving, no doubt, some of the same voyeunistic thrills Ginnie herself had enjoyed.

Ginnie thrilled as the Indian stared hotly at the wet thatch of her strawberry blonde cunt hair.

"My, what a pretty pussy," he breathed, his tone losing some of its harshness.

Ginnie had sensed his brutality was partly for show, so as to excite Dianne and herself all the more. From what she had seen, he was a careful, expert lover and he proved her right when he gently dipped his fingers into her oozing cunt. With masterful technique, he manipulated her clittie while he teased the tender lips of her vulva, innie nearly passed out from pleasure, and she slowly began to sink down along the wall. The ndian lifted her then, and deposited her on the mattress along side Dianne.

"You'll have to wait, Dianne," he was saying, almost apologetically, "But don't worry, I have no intentions of leaving you high and dry."

Ginnie heard him through a lust fog. he was completely over powered by the lust which raged within her and had long since lost control. Her brain was slowly reeling, her pussy was a swamp.

She wanted to scream, to shriek out, to reach up and seize the monstrous organ which jerked and bobbed above her, but she merely lay trembling, her wet panties at her knees, paralyzed, hypnotized by the thing's power.

As he knelt between her highs, the Indian drew her limp wrist to his cock and innie spasmed with shock at it's hot, hardness, he could hardly believe the sheer rigidity of the thing and her fingers could barely close around it. Gingerly, but with mounting excitement, she began to slide her hand slowly up and down the erection, sliding the foreskin in a taut, vigorous movement that stretched it close to the hild and then brought it almost completely over the purple, puffy crown.

The Indian once more drew his fingers to her snatch and his ceaselessl tormenting thumb provoked her tender clitoris to a wild, tickling frenzy.

Ginnie frigged his prick more urgently, shaking the visible top half between the forefinger and thumb, jerking it ruthlessly and causing the foreskin to move up and down over the helmet at a fantastic speed.

But Ginnie needed more. She ached to feel this powerful fuck stick sliding into her body, to feel his hard, rigid length forcing her cunt lips open...

"Do you think you're about ready now?" he asked. "Have you had enough finger fun for today?"

"Oh, please... " was all she could gasp.

"Please what?" he teased. "What would you like me to do. Please-be specific.

"Fuck me," she squealed. Fuck me. Shove your big prick into me. Hurry up. Hurry, please.

His hand ripped her panties apart with a sudden violent motion and their shredded remnants clung to her thighs like a pair of garters. Ginnie gasped at this resumption of brutality only to have her blouse torn open as well. Her swollen, rosy tipped breasts rolled free and Ginnie gleefully squeezed and stroked the Indian's massive organ as he smeared his sucking mouth from titty to titty and his head forced her thighs apart.

"Oh, wow!" she groaned loudly. "Oh, please, fuck it into me. Fuck me, now!

He sank down atop her then, rolling, rolling his hard body over her yielding softness, exulting in the feel of her bare, soft breasts squashed under his chest. She felt the urgent prod of his prick at the shivery doors of her cunt. He slid the hard underside over the lust slick thrusting bud of her clittie and Ginnie whined a high pitched song of delirius delight.

She felt him lifting, poising to thrust and she reached down to grasp once more the rigid cylinder of cockflesh. She squeezed it roughly in her bird-like hand, causing him to growl with pleasure and drew the smooth domed knob to the wet, pouting petals of her pussy, rubbing it there gently. Her body quaked, half in anticipation of the delicious prick thrills she was about to receive.

"Stick it, Johnny... quick!" she pleaded.

He took her with a sudden, violent lunge, driving his enormous shaft deep into her lathered pussy. Ginnie sobbed with joy as her aching cunt walls closed a round the long, scathing thrust of his hardness.

"Ahh... ohh Golly, that's beautiful!" she cried softly.

He slid his hands down her back and clutched her squirming bottom as he buried himself to the hilt. He began to pound her with his body, driving his swelling stretch of prick into her body with unrestrained fury, with a dynamic power that thrilled Ginnie to her toes.

Pinned and flattened against the cushions, Ginnie tried to catch her breath as the prick pleasure flooded her loins. She began to meet his vicious, twisting jabs with an ardor of her own as her cunt rippled up and down around him. She lifted her head from the mattress and shook from side to side so her hair was tossing back and forth as she vibrated.

An She wrapped her nyloned legs around his bucking thighs as she matched his pistoning stride, feeling the delectable, swift pulsings of her cunt, the searing build up of her release. Her orgasm blossomed as her pussy gulped and slurped the merciless pumping of his prick, achieving such depth and violent force that she shrieked with ecstasy.

A blinding flash of light exploded behind her tightly shut eyes as she went off, her body quaking like a taut bowstring. The Indian kept stroking and stroking, carrying her to a second and then a third orgasm until, utterly spent and exhausted, Ginnie lay shivering beneath him. Slowly he drew his still rigid prick from her aching body.

Ginnie lay sprawled, deliciously ravaged and, for what seemed like an hour, her mind and senses floated blissfully on a silken cloud. It had actually been a rape, a savage, brutal assault, but oh how she had loved it!

From far off, the ringing of a telephone impinged on her senses. Shrill and insistent it refused to cease and Ginnie roused herself to a sitting position. She could hear Dianne and Johnny fucking joyfully on her bed and guessed that they were not about to be disturbed. She forced herself up and staggered across the room, her shredded panties flapping against her thighs and limply liftecTthe receiver to her ear.

"Hello?" she rasped.

"Hello,' Ginnie?" came an anxious, somewhat impatient voice.

Her heart lept in her throat-it was Rick!

"Rick! Wh-Where are you?"

"I'm in Kansas city of all places," came the clear, familiar tones, "I've been calling for the last half hour."

"I-mh had some late classes, "Ginnie lied, suddenly very awake.

"Well listen baby," he said, "I've been making pretty good time so I'll probably be in in a couple of days-probably Friday or Satureday."

"Groovy, Rick, I can't wait. It-it's been so long," she replied, trying to say something appropriate.

"Well, I'd better be signing off then. This call is costing me a lot."

"Oh, I'll be expecting you honey," she crooned, "And be careful."

"Yeah, well-I'll see you soon baby and listen, get some sleep, you sound awfully tired," he added.

"Bye, Rick."

"Bye."

The receiver clicked at the other end and Ginnie slowly placed it back on the phone, dazed and a bit confused. The whole conversation had had a certain element of unreality to it, especially since she had felt somewhat guilty. But she looked forward to his arrival and, once again, she sincerely vowed to save her favors for him.

But, as he turned from the phone she saw, on her bed, the Indian Kneeling above Dianne's shoulders, his thick, horses cock slowly working in and out of her greedy, gobbling mouth. Ginnie couldn't help but wonder just how long she could keep that vow.