Chapter 1
With a look at his watch to see how much time they had, Jack followed Suzie into her dormitory's darkened social room. Even though he and Suzie had passed their most intimate moments here, he hated this social room, this "passion pit" where only quasi-intimacy was possible, and then only if you managed to blot from sight and mind the shadowy forms of other couples and their cries of frustration. It was not unknown for a couple to make it together in the social room, but Mrs. Grundy, the housemother, frequently crept into the room to flick on the lights, and most couples tried to find more private and suitable places for the consummation of their lustful young love.
When Jack's eyes adjusted to the room he found a vacant armchair in a corner and led Suzie to it. She sat crossways on his lap and placed her arm on his shoulder. They sat still and in silence for a moment before she asked, "Hey, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," he said. "It's not you, I mean. It's just that we never have any place to go to be alone together."
"I know," she said, frowning and pursing her full lips as she caressed his neck with the backs of her fingers.
Jack was confident that he would have made it with her by now if he had a place off-campus. They'd been seeing each other for three weeks and had grooved from the start. Freshmen were required to live in the dorms and that's why Suzie lived there. Most students found housing off-campus at the beginning of their sophomore years. Jack had done that, but he had been arrested in the spring sitting-in at the Army Induction Center he'd been arrested and bailed out twice in two days, and his parents had raised a storm, telling him that they wouldn't pay for another year at the university unless he lived on campus in the dorms and stayed out of trouble. It was unreasonable of them. They seemed to think that he'd be less of a political activist if he lived in the dorm; it was, quite simply, a false assumption. He tried doggedly to point out that the dorm was a miserable place to live and that freshmen were as political as anyone else, but they stood firm ... not a penny from them unless he complied. He complied. As a general rule, he hated unreasonable people. While he did not hate his parents, he did not write home.
Men and women were allowed in each other's dormitory rooms for two hours on Sunday afternoons, when all doors had to be left wide open. As a result, Jack's sex life had not been entirely adequate. First semester he had concentrated on chicks who lived off-campus, and made out all right, but here freshmen girls were all around him, easy to get to know during meals in the dining hall, most of them asking for it, and some of them damn fine women. One night he'd borrowed a friend's car and had driven Mary O'Gary up into the hills where she'd been wild and eager and had gotten just what she wanted. His friend had driven her up into the hills the next night and, believing Jack's accurate and detailed descriptions, in his impatience had driven in a straight line while the road curved, cracking up his car on an old oak; there were no injuries and the back seat was intact, but what's a back seat without wheels? Now Jack had met Suzie and, damn it all, he really dug her. Even if she was cherry. The indications were that she would have an active life ahead of her.
She lifted Jack's hand from her knee and pressed it to her breast, holding it tightly against herself as she nibbled at his earlobe, wondering what was wrong with him tonight. Jack tried to blot out the sighs and moans in the room, and the harsh grunt of a fellow from the couch. It's dehumanizing, Jack thought, to have to do it hurriedly in dark corners like small animals, to have it be incomplete and leave you all hollow inside. But the fragrance of Suzie's hair and the yielding firmness of her pert young breast quickened his heartbeat.
When his limply acquiescent hand came to life and began to massage her full breasts through her sweater, Suzie let go of it and lifted the hem of the sweater, wanting to feel his hands on her bare skin. He cupped her breast and rapidly but lightly rubbed its sensitive point with his fingertip. They both held their breath as her nipple stiffened and swelled with blood. "Oh, Jack, that feels so good," she whispered, softly and breathlessly.
"Arrghh!I'm cumming!" said the guy on the couch, cutting in with his hoarse whisper.
They had but twenty minutes remaining to them before lock-out. Jack knew that there was no point working themselves into painful frustration. He did not need to acquaint himself with her lithe body--it was already too much on his mind and he was acutely aware of its rich promise. With his hands and mouth he had touched as much of her as it was possible for a man to touch of a woman, almost. That eleventh finger, that
third leg would touch her in a way nothing else could. He knew how excited she could become just by having her breasts kissed. He knew how easily the slit between her legs became slippery with inundations of cuntal fluid. He had made her gasp and writhe, her body on the brink of collapse. "Oh, we can't. Dammit. We can't," someone moaned from across the room.
Suzie arched her back and lifted her sweater up to her collarbone, when Jack lowered his head to seize one of her puckered rosebud nipples between his lips, burying his face in her as he began to suck. She spread her legs as he began to work his hand up the insides of her thighs, clasping and kneading her flesh, not stopping until he felt the sopping wetness of her underpants. He pulled her panties' flimsy crotch aside and cupped her mound in his palm, his fingertips pressing the soft globes of her girlish buttocks. He teased her cuntlips and clitoris for a moment before sliding a finger slowly into her hot sticky depths.
Sitting on his hand, impaled on his middle finger, she gasped almost inaudibly and began rocking her hips. It had taken him a week to get to this point where he could slide one finger into her with ease. When he began, her hymen, fragile membrane though it was, so blocked the entrance to her vagina that its perforation would admit only the tip of his little finger. Her virginal membrane had stretched, though, and he was sure that it wouldn't hurt her for more than a moment when the opportunity came to break her in and it was inevitably ruptured in the process.
"You love me, don't you?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
"Why, of course, Jack," she said, drawing back to look at him, wondering what expression he had on his face.
"I was thinking," he said. "I know people who have places off-campus. I'll see if I can borrow someone's apartment for tomorrow afternoon. That'll give us a chance to make love properly." "Oh."
"Would you like that?"
"Yes," she said, simply and honestly.
Jack knew that they'd most likely make love the first time they were alone together, but he wanted her to decide to do it and to have time to think about it. He thought it would matter more to her that way.
From the way she looked at him with that thoughtful look on her face, Jack thought maybe she'd forgotten something he wasn't quite ready to allow her to forget. Whatever her thoughts, they were promptly shattered and she threw her arms around his neck when he madly wiggled his finger, creating slippery friction on the sensitive walls of her virginal vagina.
From where he sat, Jack was fortunate enough to see a shadowy form creep into the darkness of the social room and reach silently to the light switch. When light suddenly flooded the room and Mrs. Grundy looked around expectantly, Suzie's clothes were properly in place and she chastely held Jack's hand. Others, less lucky, were caught unaware. On a couch across the room, Jack's friend Phil withdrew his hand from Mary O'Gary as if he'd been burned by the sudden access of light, leaving the girl breathless and blinking her eyes, slouched with her legs splayed to expose the rubied gash of her twat to anyone who cared to look at it. Mrs. Grundy's eyes settled on Mary before the hapless girl collected herself enough to clamp her knees together and pull down her skirt. With Mrs. Grundy's attention captured, a girl in another chair shifted her weight to allow her boyfriend to zip up his pants.
"All right, Miss," said Mrs. Grundy, fastening her beady eyes on poor Mary and pointing at her, "I know you. I know who you are. I've seen you in here before. Now tell me your name. I'll get it anyway."
"Tricia Appleseed," said Mary, without a moment's hesitation.
"Fornicating in public! You'll be expelled for this!"
"Bullshit," said Mary.
"Why, I never ... I never..." sputtered Mrs. Grundy.
"You wouldn't recognize fornication if you found it under the Christmas tree," said the game girl.
This drew a surprised chuckle from some of Mary's dozen or so fellow students in the room; none of whom had ever dared talk back to Mrs. Grundy.
Mrs. Grundy collected herself and said, "It will be of no avail to you to sass me, Miss Apple-seed. People have been expelled for less."
"Less than what?" asked Mary, doing little to disguise her contempt.
"I saw it! I saw it all!" screeched Mrs. Grundy.
"Come on now. I was just sitting here enjoying the breeze," said Mary.
"You were not! No one could believe that. There's no breeze in this room," said Mrs. Grundy, licking the tip of her forefinger and holding it up to check for a breeze.
"The minute you came in here and started blowing farts, there was a breeze," said Mary, turning from the stunned woman to say to Phil, "Let's get out of here."
"You're not going anywhere," said the spry old lady, jumping forward to catch Mary's wrist tightly in her claw. "The rest of you will leave at once. This young lady has to face the music."
"The music of your farting?" asked someone, an unidentifiable male voice.
"Who said that? Who said that?" demanded Mrs. Grundy, looking madly about the room, yet continuing to maintain a firm grip on Mary, who twisted her arm in an attempt to break the old lady's surprisingly strong
grip.
"Haven't we had enough of this shit?" yelled Jack.
"No kidding!"
"Tyrannical old bore." "Let's liberate the dorm!" yelled Jack. "Open up the dorms!" someone else cried. "Free Tricia Appleseed!"
"Free Tricia! Free Tricia!" others chanted, serious, yet having fun as they crowded around Mary and Mrs. Grundy.
Mrs. Grundy's mouth fell open and she let go of Mary. "I'll call the campus police," she menaced as she gathered up her skirts and turned to dash out of the room.
She didn't have a chance. Someone grabbed her arms from behind and held her wrists together while someone else tied them with the end of the pull-cord from the drapes.
"You'll all go to the gas chamber!" she said and then opened her mouth wide to scream. The scream never left her throat, because someone deftly stuffed a wad of Kleenex into her wide-open mouth.
"We need a nylon stocking."
No one wore any, but a girl took off her pantyhose and these were pulled over Mrs. Grundy's head, distorting her wrinkled features and preventing her from spitting out the gag of Kleenex. Jack thought to remove the keys from the pocket of her smock before someone else wrapped the drapes around her and shut a fold of the cloth in the window to prevent the old lady from moving around. Anyone looking into the room would never guess that there was someone behind the curtain, bound and muffled. Just before shutting and locking the social-room door, Jack, speaking to no one in particular, said, "You! Ichabod Crane. Stay here and guard her. If she tries to scream, cut her throat with this knife. Cut off her head if you have to."
"Sure thing," said Phil, creeping out past Jack.
There were six floors in the dorm, each with thirty or so rooms, and the half-dozen couples took the elevators up and dispersed--each guy disappearing into his girl's room--confident that even if Mrs. Grundy were found soon, there would be no general search of the dorm.
The dorm had been liberated, but no signs to that effect were posted and no television stations notified--no one knew about it. A few girls came in late and were surprised to find the front door unlocked with no Mrs. Grundy in sight, but they merely counted their blessings and light-footed it into the elevator. And toward dawn, half a dozen male students might have been seen stealing out of the building.
Mrs. Grundy was discovered the next morning by the cleaning woman, who untied the incoherently babbling old lady and, as the old gal kept croaking, "Police! Police!" the cleaning lady called them. The young officer who answered the call some thirty minutes later didn't know what to make of the haggard woman. She alternately muttered and screamed, "Tricia Appleseed! She's the wanton fornicator! And Ichabod Crane! He was going to cut off my head!" The young officer thought he had a drunk on his hands and called for a matron to take her down to the station house to sleep it off.
It might have ended there, or soon thereafter, with the silly old lady spending a night in jail, or, if she persisted in yelling about Ichabod Crane cutting off her head, it might have ended with an impatient judge committing her to an asylum But while Mrs. Grundy and the officer awaited the matron, the cleaning lady
came back in and was asked, "You know anything about her?"
"No sir! I mean, yes sir! All I know is I found her all tied up behind that there curtain. I don't know how she got herself that way."
"Tied up?" the officer asked, incredulous.
"Yes. They attacked me last night," piped Mrs. Grundy.
Mrs. Grundy was given a cup of coffee. The dean was called. The campus police were called.
When he'd heard himself say, "Let's liberate the dorm!" and witnessed the other students' reactions, Jack knew they had a reprieve, however short-lived, from the restrictive tight-ass system. He was determined to put Mrs. Grundy out of his mind and make the best of the unexpected period of grace.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Suzie whispered as they stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor.
"Yeah. She deserves it, anyway. Sneaky old bat."
"I know."
"She tried to humiliate one girl too many, and it finally caught up with her."
"I know. I was afraid for Mary," said Suzie, feeling a sudden tremor pass through her as they approached the door of her room, putting the recent event in the social room out of her mind as she realized what was soon going to happen. This boy she felt for, whose firm manner sometimes turned her insides to jelly, this boy who sent her upstairs alone at night to cry out his name in her sleep had come up with her tonight! And he wasn't a boy at all--he knew what was what and he could make things happen--he was a man! He was beside her and his presence made her aware of the yielding swooning nature of her own femaleness. Her knees almost buckled when she silently opened the door to her room. She bit her lip and steadied herself against the dresser. She couldn't let herself turn to jelly now, she wanted to remember this. Jack stood frowning as he looked at the sleeping form of her roommate Janice, whose mouth was slightly open, her hair spread out on the pillow.
"Don't worry about her. She's a sound sleeper," she said, putting her hands on her shoulders and looking up into his eyes, smiling in anticipation of what was to come.
"Do you have a candle or something?" he asked. "I want to be able to see your naked body."
There was a candle on top of the dresser and after lighting it she started to set it on the floor, but Jack took it from her hand to hold it himself, the better to illuminate her nakedness as she undressed. She lifted her sweater by the hem and raised her arms to pull it off over her head, taking care to ease her hair through, causing her breasts to jut magnificently, pert and full, thrusting toward him and quivering in the flickering candlelight. The rich red-pink of her already stiffening nipples surprised him--not that he'd never seen a nipple of that hue, but he hadn't known hers were. After stepping out of her skirt, she paused hesitantly, but he told her to take off her panties and she did, hooking her thumbs into the elastic to pull them over her hips and step out of them. Her muff was the same blonde honey color as her hair and her slit glistened deeply.
"Turn around," he said, his voice strangely hoarse to his own ears.
She took several turns, holding her hair in a bunch behind her neck with both hands. She stood with her back to him, flexing one girlish rounded buttock and then the other. Then she gave him a profile view, stretching and arching her back so that her breasts thrust into the air; and she moved around for a few moments like a fashion model, pointing a knee in this direction or that and twisting her torso. Pleased with herself and smiling, she bent to whisper, "Well, how do you like me?"
"You've got the most gorgeous body I've ever seen," he said, handing her the candle and standing up to take off his own clothes.
She sat on the edge of the bed to watch him as he ripped at buttons to tear off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and hopped around on one leg in his hasty effort to get his pants off. When he pulled down his undershorts, she gasped at the sight of his penis, sticking out frighteningly stiff and straight from the thick curly mat of his pubis, his huge sperm-filled testicles dangling below. She didn't know how she'd ever take its breadth and length into her--she knew she wasn't that big down there. A chill went down her spine and she felt her already damp pussy emit more fluid, further lubricating itself.
It was a handsome organ, though, with its velvety red head and its sensitive-looking blue veins. When he came closer to the bed, she bent forward to get a better look at it, clasping it with one hand, which she was barely able to get around it. Inspecting it closely, twisting it this way and that, she kissed its tip, spontaneously
and naturally. Interested at the way its soft velvety skin seemed to cling to her lips, she nibbled at it and touched the tip of its glans with her tongue.
Jack saw stars and gave an involuntary little thrust with his hips. Suzie opened her mouth to admit it, thrilled as its pulsing length slid over her tongue, and its throbbing glans filled the back of her mouth. Without thinking about it, she shut her eyes, tightened her lips into a firm circle and sucked vigorously for a few minutes before she suddenly drew back and looked up at him, her eyes frightened, to ask, "Does that feel good? Do you like it?"
"Oh, wow!" he said, his voice nigh-reverent. At a loss for words, he said it over and over, "Oh, wow! Oh, wow!"
Thrilled that he liked it too, that he liked what she was doing to him, she grasped his buttocks with both hands and opened her mouth wide to clamp onto his throbbing erect cock, applying herself to it with renewed vigor and a singular intensity. She concentrated on relaxing the back of her mouth to enable herself to draw more of it in, wanting all of it and taking more and more until her nose was buried in his sweet-smelling pubic mat. She worked her mouth and tongue feverishly, gagging on joy as she stroked his firm buttocks and reached around him to pet his balls from behind, pressing her tits into his muscular hairy thighs.
"Agghhh!" groaned Jack as he felt the first pent-up spasm coming on. He'd had a moment's hesitation about letting her bring him off this way, since he was eager to fuck her, but he wanted her first to be a good one and he knew that the second time around he'd have enough control to insure making it so. With the first spurt, Suzie opened her eyes wide in surprise and began gulping greedily, her throat working overtime to swallow the pent-up load of cum as she licked the underside of Jack's twitching cock like a madwoman, while spasms wracked his spine and her tits jiggled along with his tremblingly flexed thigh muscles.
Saying, "Baby, you're wonderful," he eased his sore dwindling cock out of her mouth. A thread of semen connected her lips and his cock in a thin line. When it broke, she licked her lips to get it and then smacked her lips and swallowed a few times.
"My, that was good," she said. "I enjoyed it."
"You're one student with a real high aptitude," he said.
She laughed and when he pushed her gently back onto the bed she scooted into the middle of it, leaving on the edge a round damp spot where, in her excitement, she had lubricated liberally. On the floor were drops of tallow; in the height of his excitement Jack had been unmindful of the candle and almost dropped it.
"Let me get a good look at your pussy," he said.
She blushed as she let her knees, which had been slightly raised, flop apart to reveal in the center of her fluffy blonde diadem the hot pink crinkle of her quim. "Wider."
Blushing crazily, she spread her legs to their utmost, the tendons in her thighs standing out as her hairy outer folds were pulled tight and her inner lips parted. Her delicate tiny point of a clitoris stood out visibly. "Okay now," he said. "Double up and hold your legs tightly against your chest."
She felt herself blushing, but didn't know why this embarrassed her. Here for the first time in her life she had found someone she wanted to make love with and she was happy about it, especially when she remembered the struggles she'd had in cars with her high school boyfriends, boys who didn't quite know what they were doing and sometimes didn't even know what to do after they'd gotten their hands into her pants. She guessed it was Jack's seeming cold-bloodedness that suddenly embarrassed her; he'd seemed so happy and so involved when she'd first taken off her clothes. Now she felt like meat on a meat rack. She cringed inside and felt herself tingle down there. While she was familiar with what that peculiar intimate tingle meant, she had never tingled so damn uncontrollably and so damn nakedly!
After watching the telltale droplets of lacteous fluid seep from her cunt for a few moments Jack turned briefly from the glistening delicacy and, just below it and just as exposed, the pink-brown ring of her anus. He set the candle in the melted tallow on the floor and held it until it stayed upright, watching the regularly breathing girl on the bed opposite them. She had tossed to the side and kicked one leg free of her covers.
Suzie felt herself being lifted. Jack lifted her by the hips and held her, her knees going almost to the mattress on either side of her neck as he supported the base of her back in his hands, kneeling on all fours before her quim. When she felt Jack's hot wet mouth on her, when he opened his mouth wide and seized her,
engulfing her as he caught her labia in a long sucking bite, Suzie thought she would faint. His whole mouth oscillating, he tongued her clitoris before probing her vagina with the breadth of his tongue, slithering easily past her carefully stretched hymen until his tongue tip rippled the ridges of her vagina.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned. She was too short of breath to think clearly, but she nevertheless made a discovery about sex then; she realized that her cunt had a life of its own. Her arms and legs were doubled up between her (her head, her mind) and her cunt--it was as if she was separated from it yet given the proper stimulus that hairy little organ between her legs was capable of taking over her entire being and dominating it. It was as if she was a fruit, a plump ripe fig, and Jack worked feverishly to suck the pulp right out of her. She had never been more completely, more sensually alive, more thoroughly charged with delicious swooning tension.
"Ah Christ, Jack," she cried. "Do it to me now'."
Jack's cock had begun to revive the moment he began eating her and, as her scent rose to permeate him, his entire consciousness focused on this pliantly yielding yet throbbing burst of sweetness and his cock continued to grow. Now, he could have sworn that it had never been harder or bigger or ached more.
"Say, 'Fuck me'," he whispered, his voice sweet.
"Please fuck me!" she cried.
Dropping her for a moment, but only to catch her ankles and throw them onto his shoulders, he centered himself on her. Her delicate labes stretched and parted as the broad head of his cock slid past. His cock gave an involuntary twitch when, its tip just inside her, the membrane of her hymen stretched into a tight ring. There was a moment of quiet, of stillness, of suspense even, before he gave a slow steady lunge. They both heard the membrane pop. Hitting their ears as a quiet far-off noise, that was the last thought either of them ever gave to her hymen, because the momentum of his lunge carried him a few inches into her tight slick vagina, burying the velvet knob of his glans in her.
She moaned and, using her ankles for leverage, rotated her hips, swiveling her tight socket on the head of his cock. She continued to swivel as he slowly dropped the weight of his hips, his broad cock slowly widening her unused channel, reaming it out until she gasped and thought she'd been split in two.
"Did that hurt?" he whispered.
She was too out of breath to answer him. The pupils of her eyes rolled back under her half-closed lids. Then, taking a deep breath, she began to swivel her pussy on this shaft that penetrated her insanely, reaching to her core and making every fiber tingle.
.But a third pair of ears had heard that innocuous, quietly anticlimactic popping of a cherry. Those ears heard without recognizing it or knowing what it was. A sleeping brain had been disturbed by an animal cry--by the throaty guttural cry of "please fuck me!" without identifying it. The dream fluttering about within that sleeping brain had stopped, had been replaced by a question ... what was that cry? At the moment Suzie's hymen was ruptured, her roommate Janet's eyes popped open.
Janet's eyes focused on the naked copulating couple and at first she didn't know what they were doing ... Indian wrestling or a bear hug. Then she saw, thrusting out from his curls, Jack's huge cock, the tip of which was buried in Suzie. She thought, my God, he's killing her with that thing. When it was buried out of sight in the very center of Suzie and the poor girl showed no sign of life, Janet thought she was dead and began to fear for her own life, began to picture her own death by the same grisly means. Then Suzie began to rotate her hips and moan and very quickly Janet figured out what they were doing. It was something she'd never done and never seen done, but she knew they must be fucking.
Janet's eyes bulged when Jack pulled his shaft almost all the way out of Suzie and she could see that the base of the monstrous thing was red with blood. For a fleeting instant the naive girl guessed that it must be all over and she quickly shut her eyes, but the couple continued to gasp and moan, and she opened them again.
She saw Jack thrusting in and out of Suzie, ravaging the hole between her legs, moving slowly at first, Suzie's cunt lining clinging to him as if he was going to pull her insides out. He lunged more and more rapidly until his hips became a blur and Suzie's quivered. Janet thought of some dogs she had once seen doing ita
male dog moving his hindquarters at the same rate of speed. Both their bodies glistened with sweat in the flickering candlelight. Without realizing it, Janet slid her hand between her legs and began diddling her clitoris. In spite of the buzzing in her ears, she realized that the loud slapping sound echoing in the room was Jack's balls slapping Suzie's anus.
Suzie bit her lower lip as she felt a muscle deep in her pussy begin to contract. At first she didn't know quite what was happening; it was as if a muscle in her battered womb had begun to rebel, to clutch at Jack's cock. And then she felt every muscle, every fiber in her cunt go stiff in one big contraction and grasp Jack's shaft. She tasted blood from her lips and her nipples felt so stiff and swollen she thought they'd pop. One moment she writhed madly to try to get away from that cock, like a fish fighting the hook or the gaff, and the next moment the full length of Jack's cock began to twitch within her, began to quake with earthshaking power and her hands went to his buttocks, wanting every inch of that cock. She dug all ten fingernails into his ass. She felt herself beginning to explode as first her cunt muscles and then her entire nervous system went haywire.
"Ah ... ah ... aiiiieeeeee!" she screamed as she felt the first hot spurt of Jack's cum burn into her. "I'm cummming," she cried, realizing that's what was happening to her. And it kept happening and Jack's churning cock kept spewing fire. Her tongue dropped into the back of her throat and she made loud sucking noises as she gasped.
"Arrgggh! Arrgggh!" Jack gurgled as spasms spread from his cock and balls up his spine and he began to whip his body, almost pulling her legs from their sockets as his chest smacked her tits. He lay limp on her for a few moments, both of them drenched with sweat, before he roused himself enough to say, "Christ, Suzie, you're the hottest, most magnificent goddamn piece of ass in Christendom."
Suzie smiled and was formulating in her mind how to say that she thought he was pretty goddamn wonderful, too, when she looked up and saw Janet staring at them, all bug-eyed. "Janet!" she said. "You're watching!"
Janet realized that she was not only watching, wide-eyed and unabashed, but that even after they climaxed she had continued to run her finger frantically up and down her own hot slit. With her other hand she had for some time been playing with her breasts, passing it rapidly from one to the other, squeezing them and flicking her nipples. Ashamed, her hands froze.
"Yes, I saw it," she said, giving her head a sullen toss, her voice strained and ringing hollow. "I saw it all and I'm going to report you, too!"
Suzie was flabbergasted. Would her friend do this to her? Suddenly remembering the state of Mrs. Grundy down in the social room, Suzie realized that she doubly needed her friend's silence.
Jack had eased his dwindling prick out of her and with one hop Suzie was off the bed and sitting on the edge of Janet's. "You wouldn't actually do that to me!" she said, genuinely bewildered. "They'd hustle me out of this place if you did that."
"I don't care," she said. "It's not right!"
Realizing that they had a serious problem and thinking he might be able to lend support, Jack moved quietly to Janet's bed, sitting on the edge near the foot of it.
"You can't say that," Suzie said. "How can you say it's not right?" "It just isn't, that's all."
"Why, don't be silly. It's the most natural thing in the world; there couldn't be anything more right about
it."
"Of course, you'd say that!"
"Well, so does everyone else. Everyone has sex sooner or later." "Yeah, and most people wait 'til later, when it won't get them in trouble." "I don't know."
"Well, I do!"
"Well, this shouldn't get us in trouble. It's not my fault they have a silly rule about doing it in the dorm."
"They have that silly rule so you won't scare other people half to death in the middle of the night."
"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to scare you," Suzie said, both meaning it and wanting to giggle.
"You didn't really scare me. It's just not fair to've made me watch it," said the perturbed girl, her lips
quivering.
Suzie just then realized how truly upset Janet was; she'd thought her roommate was just being contrary. She leaned over the supine girl and stroked her cheek, saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would upset you. If they didn't have such silly rules, we could take turns using the room in the afternoons--that way we wouldn't have to disturb each other. We could take turns using it."
"Yeah. Sure. That's a fine thing for you to say. You'd end up using it all the time. You have big boobs and you know boys go for that!" she said, spitting the words out bitterly and then fighting back tears, her forehead and lips quivering as she turned her face away.
Suzie realized that words and rational arguments would do nothing to help the situation. Janet was simply too upset to listen. Wanting to console her, Suzie leaned across the girl, her weight on her elbow on the other side of her. Janet refused to look at her, keeping her eyes closed as she fought to control her face. Suzie caressed not only the girl's cheeks but also her neck and, slipping her hand into the top of her pajamas, her shoulders, all the while crooning, her voice a whisper, "Come on, Janet. You're a shy person and don't seem to meet many boys, but you'll get over it. You have a nice body and you don't have to worry. I love you."
Noticing that this was having a calming effect on the girl, Suzie kept it up, realizing that it might be the only means she had of staving off trouble. Crooning, "You're sweet, Janet, and I love you. We love you," Suzie undid the top button to the girl's pajamas and caressed the beginning swell of her breast and worked her slowly massaging fingers to the girl's rib cage, partially cupping her breast as she caressed the side of it. "You have nice breasts. You'll never have anything to worry about."
"Not as nice as yours," Janet said, her eyes popping open, her voice huskily filled with self-consciousness and embarrassment as she focused her eyes on Suzie's breasts, which jutted out handsomely right in front of her face. The two girls, both intense, looked into each other's eyes for a moment as if in question, their eyes searching each other's faces as if to read the depth of the soul. It was a question Suzie answered by cupping Janet's soft handful of breast and gently squeezing, then tracing tight light circles around her swollen erect nipples.
"Ohh!" Janet gasped, and both her hands flew to Suzie's breasts, which she wildly began to fondle and squeeze and bobble as if there was so much tit in front of her that she didn't know what to do with it. Her lips formed an "O" as she lifted her head a few inches; Suzie obligingly lowered her breast to her, aiming her elongated nipple for the center of the "O" which clamped onto it and began to suckle. The feverishly working lips and tongue sent an unexpected thrill straight to Suzie's cunt.
Suzie moved from across Janet, shifting her weight to her other elbow to have freer access to her body; Janet's head swiveled to the side as she maintained her bite on Suzie's tit. "You've got marvelous boobs," Suzie crooned, unbuttoning the girl's pajama tops to run her hand freely over both of the suckling girl's handsome if smallish tits, which were unbelievably pliant and had finely puckered coral areolas.
Jack thought they were a fine pair of tits, too, and didn't know what had upset the girl. At first he hadn't realized that the girls were fondling each other's tits, and when he did he thought, "oh God!" and his cock began to grow. This was something he'd never seen.
Suzie looked back at Jack and smiled, motioning for him to throw Janet's covers back the rest of the way. Janet wore no pajama bottoms and not even any panties. She lay with her legs parted and when Jack gave the covers a toss the first thing he saw was that Janet's pussy was so sopping wet and aroused that her cunt hairs were stuck down on either side of it. His cock sprang achingly to life with the suddenness one might expect of finely made German steel. His hand shot to her pussy and became enmeshed in the dank mess of seepage and hair and folds of skin. When he centered his finger amidst the folds, she spread her legs wide and began rocking back and forth on the generous globes of her ass, seesawing her pussy on his fingers. After probing vainly into her center each time she rocked her pussy up, he realized that her hymen had little flex, that it was thicker and tougher than Suzie's.
His fingers busily strumming her sopping quim, he moved up beside her, lying on the opposite side of her from Suzie. Suzie, with a knowing smile on her face, squeezed Janet's tit and jiggled it in Jack's face, flicking the nipple tantalizingly. Wiggling the puckered nipple about in front of Jack's nose, Suzie said, "Tell her what you think of her boobs, Jack. Tell her if you like them or not."
"Christ," he said, genuinely touched, "they're fantastic boobs. Beautiful, sexy boobs. I could suck it until it
turns blue."
"Yes! Yes!" Janet cried, "Suck my boobs." And so saying, while she continued to suckle one of Suzie's fine teats and squeeze the other, Janet arched her back to thrust her tit at Jack who seized its pointed tip and slowly sucked her soft pliancy into his mouth until he had engulfed half of it. He flicked her throbbing nipple against his palate. Janet began to moan through her nose and she pumped her hips faster.
Suzie rolled over on top of Janet and, as Jack drew back, she doubled up her legs and spread them wide to lower her pussy onto Janet's tummy. She began humping her body, rubbing her pussy on Janet as she continued to feed her tits into the slobbering girl's mouth. Jack took his own place at the tail end of the menage, between Janet's widespread legs. Looking down between Suzie's cleaved and quivering buttocks, Jack saw her anus and the trail of lubricant her pussy smeared up and down the other girl's belly.
Without further ado, Jack centered himself and lunged at his second hymen of the night. But he lunged to no avail, his cock slipping into Janet's crack. The girl planted her feet in order to cant her pussy for Jack, giving him a better angle which he needed since, atop both girls, he was somewhat higher above the target than is normal.
He and Janet both strained, pressing fiercely at each other until the membrane ruptured--its "pop" was far louder than Suzie's had been and Janet squealed, emitting one long shriek like a stuck pig. Jack didn't try to wedge any further in for a moment, but he didn't withdraw either, fearing she'd bleed all over. All three of them were still until he asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"Not any more," she said, taking a deep breath, "but don't do it to me very hard at first."
In unison, the three of them began moving again. Suzie hunched back and forth, with one hand rubbing her tit which wasn't being sucked all around on Janet's face. Janet and Jack both made many tiny mutual lunges with their hips until his thick cock had reamed out her pussy and was buried in it, when, little by little, they began to thrust at each other. Jack felt something warm and sticky on his balls each time they came into contact with her ass and realized that it was blood. She began to rotate her hips faster and faster, showing her ravaged and impaled pussy no mercy in her growing lust, and soon Jack's hairy balls were slapping her anus with loud smacks.
Muttering to no one in particular, Suzie said, "Christ, I'm hot tonight," and began to moan like someone in agony, wiggling her aching pelvis in maddened frenzy. She reared up and the unexpectedness of her movement almost threw Jack from the saddle. She clambered forward on all fours; Jack thought she was going to scoot right off the end of the bed, but she stopped and, spreading her pussy by the hairs, lowered herself onto Janet's mouth. Jack saw Janet's mouth open and her tongue snake out to receive Suzie's quim, which she began sucking noisily, her chin grinding into Suzie's anus. Obviously preoccupied, the movement of her hips slowed--to Jack's momentary consternation.
But his cock twitched involuntarily and he almost came on the spot when Suzie began grinding her pussy into Janet's open mouth, saying, "Ah, ah, ah ... I'm cumming!" Suzie ground her hips back and forth, bearing down, her quivering buttocks parted by Janet's rapidly working chin, whipping her torso from side to side. Jack could see the side of one tit, then the other as they swung back and forth as her whole body quivered in those moments before the groaning girl collapsed, falling to the side, breathlessly.
Jack had pulled his cock out of Janet for fear that the sight of Suzie's being sucked off would make him cum too, before Janet was ready. But when he nudged the tip of his cock into her again she started bucking,
saying, "Yes! Do it! Do it!"
"Say please and tell me what it is you want," he said. "Oh, please do it!" she whimpered.
"You have to call it by its right name," Jack said heartlessly, perhaps. "Please fuck me!" she cried, pulling at his buttocks, "Fuck me!" "Thank Suzie," he said.
"Thank you," she said, using her grip on his buttocks to try to worm herself onto his cock. Holding her steady by her shoulders, Jack thrust full into her with a suddenness that made her yelp just before he covered her mouth with his, probing with his tongue, delighted with the taste and smell of Suzie. Continuing to hold her steady with one hand, with his other Jack grabbed her tit and his fingers dug in as he squeezed and twisted, fucking her hard and kissing her hard, wanting her to cum now!
Janet reared her pelvis up and held her breath, sucking feverishly on Jack's tongue as she felt the flood of sensation come over her, an overwhelming alien flood, its tide sweeping from her cunt clear up to her throat. She wrenched her mouth free, took a deep breath, and shrieked, "Aiiiiieeeee!" She felt him spurt his hot load into her, spurt upon unending spurt, his cock twitching to tear her pussy from her as her legs went haywire and thrashed and kicked blindly, her wide-open eyes dazed and sightless as she went, "Aiiiiieeeee! Aiiiiieeeee!" finally gripping his hips hard with her thighs to keep him from shaking her into little pieces. When he collapsed on her with a grunt, with one very spent grunt, her body went totally limp and her mind melted. But her pussy gripped him even as he withdrew his limpening cock, her tight vaginal sphincter drawing his last drop of semen.
Her buttocks and upper thighs, not to mention the bed, were covered with dried blood, but there was no remainder of it on her quim itself, her fluid having rinsed it away. And Jack looked down at her and himself, totally aghast--where he'd had only a faint trace of blood around the base of his cock after taking Suzie, his whole pelvic region was covered with dried blood now, including his thighs, and it matted his pubic hair. Suzie looked at them both in amazement.
When Janet's breathing had returned to normal and she was able to focus her eyes again, Jack murmured, "You're very good. You're great."
Janet looked at him, frowning, and her eyes began to dart back and forth between him and Suzie.
"Oh," said Suzie after a moment, "I forgot to ask if you two had met. Janet, Jack. Jack, Janet."
Both Suzie and Jack burst into laughter. After a moment, Janet joined them; she couldn't help it, for it did sound silly.
"I told you she was shy," said Suzie.