Chapter 8
Mona wanted Harold to get all the information she had as soon as possible. She tried calling him before leaving the hotel but he was unavailable.
"Shit. It's just like a cop; never around when you need one," she thought as she walked out of the room.
Suddenly she realized it was well within the realm of possibility that her whereabouts might be known to Kurt or Sean by now. She had no intention of getting hurt or, possibly killed, for Jo Humphries. Stepping onto the elevator she handed the operator a pound note and asked him to direct her to an exit other than the main lobby.
He took her to the ground floor and pointed the way to the loading docks. Mona walked briskly to a Judas door set in one of the large metal loading bay doors. It was open. She stepped out onto the gray, dampness of a London morning.
She walked away from the hotel trying hard to appear nonchalant. She stopped several times at various store windows and used their reflections plus quick glances over her shoulders to see if she was being followed. Finally, she stepped from the sidewalk and flagged a passing cab.
Her first impulse was to ask him to take her directly to the Savoy-she had a key to Harold's suite. Glancing out the rear window of the vehicle she noticed a man she thought she had seen at the club the previous evening just entering a cab also. "Take me to Oxford Circus please," she said to the driver.
As they rode along she glanced back several times and saw that the other cab was still behind them. Leaning forward she tapped the driver's panel and asked, "can you determine if we are being followed."
"Yes, miss-as a matter-of-fact I think we are."
"Can you do anything about it for a tenner?"
"Yes miss. Just hold on a bit."
The driver at first seemed in no apparent hurry to lose the tail. He made the trip to Oxford Circus turned onto Regent Street in a leisurely fashion. Then picking up speed he turned left onto Beak Street and then began a series of twists and turns ultimately stopping at a small hotel near Charing Cross Road.
"Miss, my brother's cab is there at the stand. Quick now get in he'll drive you-we only delayed the other fellow-he'll find me soon enough," the driver said as Mona hurriedly paid him his fare plus ten pounds.
Mona changed cabs as directed. The new driver said as she entered, "slide down miss so you can't be seen." She was antsy as the cab just sat at the stand idling, the driver whistling softly. After a bit he turned and said, "ok miss, whereto?"
"The Savoy. How did you know what to do with me?"
The driver laughed. "Max and me have been driving cabs for years. We have our little signals. I waited until the chap following you went into the hotel-he's lost you now." Mona stepped out of the cab at the Savoy. Despite her definitely unfashionable attire was greeted cordially by the doorman and other hotel personnel as she passed through the lobby on her way to the elevators.
"God, I hope he's here," she thought as the elevator whisked her to the correct floor. She checked the corridor out of a newly acquired respect for prudence and seeing it empty she entered Harold's suite.
"Harold, you here?" She was truly frightened when she received no answer. Kicking off her shoes she moved swiftly and silently to the bedroom. It was empty. She started to turn away when she saw a piece of paper taped to the headboard.
She pulled it off and read, "Mona-it's a deal. I miss you. Please stick around. Love, H."
Sitting down on the bed she started to cry softly. Suddenly she sat up and murmured, "until this moment I haven't thought of my crotch once. I'm either in love or in trouble."
She stripped out of her grungy clothes and tossed them in a pile in a corner of the room. Walking briskly into the commodious bathroom she stepped into the shower and luxuriated in the warm water and rich lathers her soap and shampoo provided.
When she was finished she slipped into a warm robe the hotel provided and sat drying her hair. She suddenly realized how tired she was. The previous night's romp and the stress of her morning ride to the hotel had taken heir toll.
Once her long, shiny hair was dry she headed for bed. Snuggling down between clean sheets and beneath warm blankets she was quickly asleep.
Someone moving about the room wakened her. She had not pulled the blinds yet the room was now dimly lit. She was afraid to move fearing her early morning pursuer had run her to ground. She lay still trying to breath regularly as if she were still asleep.
Keeping her eyes partially closed she watched for any shadow that might pass within her limited view. For a long while nothing happened. Suddenly Harold's bulky form moved into view. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead.
Mona threw her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers kissing him as much out of relief as out of passion.
"My God, you wake up delightfully," Harold laughed, pulling away so that he could look at her.
"I'm so glad to see you. You look terribly tired," she said with concern. "Is everything alright?"
"A long night. I have a few hours now-in fact we have a few hours now-until tea time to be exact." Looking at her longingly he continued, "tell you what; you order tea, with scones and little sandwiches for eight-no make it ten people here in the room. I'll shower and be right back."
Mona shivered with happy anticipation as she picked up the phone and called for the catering service. Then, slipping out of bed she padded into the bathroom to watch as Harold took his shower.
He stood naked outside the shower testing the water as she walked in. His big, well muscled blond form thrilled her unimaginably. She felt the glow of her need spread over her.
Harold looked over at her and winked as he stepped into the stall.
"I won't follow you in but I want you to know you are a beautiful man," she said her voice shaking with emotion.
He called over the noise of the shower, "woman are beautiful men just are."
"Thank goodness you are-and more importantly you are here," she laughed throatily.
She padded back to bed and sat waiting. Mona was almost breathless with the joy of seeing him again. He was naked, his blond hair tousled and glistening with water as he entered the bedroom.
Mona ran to him and began to kiss his mouth, then his neck and breasts. Moving hungrily she fell to her knees and lifted his partly erect cock kissing it and stroking it tenderly before cradling it between her firm, eager breasts.
Harold's hands moved gently over her head stroking her ebony, silky hair. Then grasping her face in his strong hands he gently lifted her to her and brought his face to hers and kissed her with passion and tenderness whispering over and over, "I love you." Mona, shivered as Harold lifted her bodily and placed her on the bed. She put her arms around his broad hairy shoulders and pulled him down onto her trembling body. Kissing him gently she reached for his erect cock and quickly guided him into her yearning center of love.
Her shapely legs enfolded him and almost instantly they found the rhythm their love and lust demanded. Their hips thrust and moved in a harmony of gentle ferocity until Harold stiffened with his powerful climax.
Mona felt Harold's powerful body stiffen. His stiff cock inside her beat fiercely with his intense ejaculations. Suddenly she was engulfed by powerful spasms of delight that swept through wet, eager cunt as it sucked and pushed at Harold's throbbing cock. Mona gripped the powerful body that held her and in a rush of ecstasy she had never before experienced her body jerked and thrashed seeking to consume the source of her indescribable delight.
Panting and sweating the lovers lay clinging to each other. Mona kissed Harold gently and whispered, "I've never loved before-I love you darling."
"And I adore you-and always will," Harold sighed sleepily.
The slept wrapped in each others arms for a long while. Mona wakened first and reluctantly pushed the muscular blond body to one side. Rising she picked up her watch as she moved into the bathroom. It wasthree-thirty and they had guests do round four.
She jumped into the shower, careful not to get her hair wet. Standing beneath the warm shafts of water she reluctantly washed away the smells and feeling of her first experience making love. "Every time before it was just fucking," she smiled as she stepped out of the shower and began to dry her still glowing body.
Then moving into the bedroom noisily she began to dress. She had to call Harold several times before he finally roused. He sat up suddenly and moaned, "my God what time is it?"
"It's late. The shower's running. Get washed and dressed I'll greet the guests," Mona laughed. Kissing him gently she whispered, "I do love you-now get moving."
Harold looked at Mona with a tenderness she had never seen before. She felt her body stir beneath the jeans and navy blue cotton shirt that fortunately covered her arousal.
"Damn it. You get dressed fast or you will be the first lineman in history to be raped by a woman less than half his size," she giggled running from the room.
A few minutes after four the door chimes sounded. Mona opened the door to see a group of people she had never met before. Smiling warmly she shook hands with Leah, Jason, Sandy, Ari and Inspector Mervin Greene. As they filed in the hotel catering service delivered afternoon tea as she had requested. The new arrivalsarranged for their own seating since Mona had to direct the setting up of the buffet table.. Once that was accomplished she turned to the group and said, "Harold should be right out. But I don't see why we need wait for him to eat. Please help yourselves while I pour the tea."
Just as everyone was served Harold came out of the bedroom dressed in a bulky beige turtleneck sweater and brown twill trousers. Mona's heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. Then being careful to disguise her emotions she asked if she might serve him.
Once everyone, including Mona, was served comfortably seated Inspector Greene began to speak.
"We have, as promised, information of interest to all of you I'm certain. Mr. Sher and I found the two vault boxes just where Ari said we would. Both were filled with a great deal of money and nothing else of any assistance; certainly nothing that would identify the holders of the boxes
"However, we had pictures of the principle players in this drama. These we showed to the custodians of both vaults. The gentlemen at the small bank near here identified Miss Vanessa Brown of Humphries Enterprises as the box holder. She had used an alias when she originally leased it and had presented forged documents supporting her alias.
"We have informed Ms. Humphries and she is taking care of the business end of this matter. We don't know exactly everything that has happened but we do know that the terrorist members of the rock group 'Dry Rain' have been stopped and we have one of them in custody. The event leading up to that is not entirely germane to this meeting.
Vanessa returned from the theater early. She couldn't stand being in Jo's company any longer. Jo had become so aggressively interested in straight women it was upsetting.
Thinking out loud she murmured, "that article said lesbians like Jo were 'Lady Lovers'. It's revolting to watch."
Vanessa had aged well. Her hair had some streaks of gray but she still wore it as she had that memorable night Jo had discovered her secret. Her figure was unchanged. Her breasts were small and her nipples could still stand tall when desire, as now, burned like an unquenchable thirst inside her.
The one change in Vanessa's life was her fetishist attachment to Lydia. Lydia now a fat, sloppy, not particularly clean blond could make Vanessa do anything or say anything in return for an hour or two of rimming and butt fucking.
Lydia had not called while Vanessa had been at the theater. In the past Vanessa could call and Lydia would come over or invite Nessa to her place for a party. Recently, however, Lydia had been very remote and demanding. She would become particularly upset if Vanessa would call her in the evenings. Vanessa hadno information to give Lydia so she had no reason to call her. The last time they had a party was after Loki had called about the new door locks at the house where the "Dry Rain" group was living. Lydia had been thrilled with the news and made love to her until she thought she would never stop coming.
"God I need that now," she said shivering. She began to pace. Vanessa had everything she needed to masturbate anally or any other way but it was Lydia that drove her wild.
She was far too smart to think that .she was in love with Lydia. She knew Lydia was using her. Her compensation lay in the fact that she was using Lydia too.
The phone rang just as Vanessa entered her bedroom. Her chagrin at the childish urgency she felt did not keep her from running like a teenager to answer.
"Nessa it's Lydia. Anything new?"
Barely able to keep her excitement under control she said, "I have little news for you except a bit Jo seemed to let slip this evening."
"Really? Would you like to see me tonight anyway?"
"Yes if you can make it I would love to see you," Vanessa said.
"I'll be there within the hour. Auf Wiedersehen."
Vanessa stripped quickly and showered. Then dousing herself with a cheap perfume she knew Lydia liked she slipped on a pair of men's pajamas and a robe and returned to her sitting room to wait. The doorbell rang. "Unless Lydia was very close by his can't be her," she thought as she ran to the door. She looked through the peephole and there was Lydia, as disheveled as ever, smiling at her.
Vanessa opened the door and Lydia took her in her arms. Lydia's body odor was like an aphrodisiac; as if Vanessa needed one. They kissed passionately and then Lydia pulled away and said, "first tell me what Jo told you tonight then we'll make love."
Vanessa sat on the edge of a chair while Lydia slumped carelessly on the sofa. "All I was able to get from her was a the startling fact that apparently the police have an idea of who might be the would be killer at the 'Dry Rain' residence."
"What do you mean would be killer?" Lydia asked sitting up suddenly.
"That's what I was told exactly-I assumed the someone was assaulted there and survived."
"Anything else? " Lydia said getting up and moving to Vanessa.
Hoarsely Vanessa replied, "nothing more." Her hands moved to Lydia's bulging blouse and quickly opened it so that her hungry mouth could cover the large breasts with kisses.
"Come love let's quiet that little body down," Lydia said drawing Vanessa into the crook of her arm.
Lydia undressed quickly as Vanessa stripped off her robe and pajamas. They kissed passionately and Lydia whispered," you will pearl dive for me first lover," as she pushed Vanessa's delicate face down to her wet, urgent crotch.
Vanessa kneeled at the side of the bed and holding Lydia's monumental breasts in her little hands she let Lydia press her head firmly into the wet, urgent cunt spread before her. Vanessa's proficient tongue quickly found Lydia's bulging, firm clit. She massaged it with increasing speed and pressure until Lydia stiffened and groaned her legs gripping Vanessa's head firmly. Vanessa felt her mouth fill with the warm salty fluid that Lydia expelled with her climax.
It was over quickly. Vanessa looked up a Lydia questioningly. "You will do me won't you," she pleaded.
"Like you have never been done before my little Nessa," Lydia smiled. "Where is the oil love?"
"In the bedside table drawer," Vanessa said her voice shaking. She crawled onto the bed and waited anxiously for Lydia to position her. Lydia climbed onto the bed and kissed Vanessa's tiny breasts, and sucked her erect nipples. Vanessa groaned and her legs thrashed with uncontrollable desire.
Lydia's hands moved down the firm, wriggling body and she grasped Vanessa's pussy letting her fingers slide into her wet, seething cunt. Vanessa her hips and legs moving whimpered, "for God's sake don't tease me."
Lydia rolled the Vanessa onto her belly and whispering, "lift your hips my love," she stroked Vanessa's anus gently and then kissed it. Vanessa, squirming and groaning, strained to get more of Lydia's exploring tongue. With one hand Lydia spread Vanessa's buttocks and inserted three well lubricated fingers of her other into Vanessa's relaxed, rosy asshole.
Vanessa moaned, "oh God yes. She pushed her buttocks back forcing Lydia's hand deeper into her ass. Lydia now slid the fingers of her free hand into Vanessa's wet, throbbing cunt and moved both hands to Vanessa's frenzied rhythm. Vanessa came with a sudden scream her supple body thrashing as she rocked with the recurring spasms of her orgasm.
Lydia felt the little contractions that moved through the older woman's body and whispered, "that's good my little friend. You sleep now I have to go."
Vanessa squealed as Lydia pulled her fingers from her cunt and ass. "Please hold me a while longer-Lydia don't leave me."
Lydia looked at the tear streaked face, and panting body of the older woman and said, "I have done all I can for now Nessa. I must leave."
As Vanessa watched and wept the slatternly blond woman dressed and after a perfunctory kiss she was gone.
Vanessa fell into a restless sleep. Early in the morning she was awakened by her door chimes. Thinking that Lydia had returned she ran to the door and flung it wide saying, "I knew you'd come back. "Standing and staring at her slim, naked body were Inspector Greene and Harold Sher.
Vanessa, nonplused, gasped and said, "I was expecting someone else," as she ran into the bedroom. She returned shortly wearing a heavy bathrobe but otherwise very much disheveled.
Both men noticed her reddened eyes, and tear streaked face.
"Miss Brown, I'm Inspector Greene. Mr. Sher you know. We would like to talk with you about several items of mutual concern."
"Inspector, I'm really not up to talking at this time. Can't it wait until I freshen up, have my breakfast and recover from my embarrassment?" Vanessa asked.
"We will keep you only for a few moments. My questions require only simple, truthful answers," Greene said quietly. "You may if you like have your friend and employer Ms. Humphries here-she is aware of our inquiry."
Vanessa took her head in her hands and murmured softly, "you want to know about Lydia Schumann and me don't you?"
"Yes. How did you know that?"
"Lydia was with me last evening. Lydia and I have been er-should I say friends for years. I have been giving her information about our rock groups and assisting her to move money around-what do you Yanks call it Harold? Laundering? That's it-for many months." Harold leaned forward and liftedVanessa's face, "why Vanessa?"
"Because of sex dear boy. Lydia knows my likes and serves them-I paid for her services," she said sharply.
"Did you tell her about Loki and Mona?"
"Certainly. Oh my God were either of them the victims of the assault Jo mentioned?"
"Fortunately not. However, your arrangements and disloyalty have placed them both in danger," Harold said angrily.
Inspector Greene rose from his chair, "we have your friend Lydia-caught her leaving her residence earlier. We have lost Kurt and Sean for the time being. You have to make your piece with Ms. Humphries now Miss Brown."
Turning both men walked out of the suite leaving Vanessa looking the lonely, deserted woman she had become.
Vanessa was bought out by Josephine Humphries and disappeared into the maelstrom of London life.
Leah and I were married soon after this meeting. Inspector Greene and Sandy had provided the necessary assistance to arrange for a quick civil ceremony. My residency in psychiatry is now almost done. Leah still does occasional odd jobs for Sandy and Ari. Ari is now the boss of the security program Leah had run.
Loki and Frostie were located by Harold thanks to information provided by Mona and are now part of an interesting menage with Josephine being the third member.
The Savoy is no longer Jo's residence. She bought a large mansion outside of London where all three can live comfortably.
Harold and Mona still live at the Savoy. Harold runs Jo's security services and Mona serves as his assistant in all important functions-and when I say all I mean ALL.
Author's Note:
I'm a slut.
I'm not bashful about it.
I love sex!
I just LOVE it!!
I know I'm a hot lady, and I can have the pick of the crop as far as eligible fellows are concerned.
I think a beautiful girl who doesn't take advantage of her charms is a perfect fool.
I have a tight pink pussy which just can't get enough cock shoved up it.
And I love to suck off guys!
Yes, cocksucking is one of my supreme specialties....
I live in a beautiful college town on the East Coast.
For the sake of discretion, let's just call the town Hotchkiss, and the institution, Hotchkiss University.
I wouldn't want to get anybody into trouble, you see!
I'm twenty-seven and stacked.
I mean, I'm a gorgeous girl in every way, but my tits are the type which kind of draw a guy's eyes like magnets.
I'm blessed with a pair of high, spongy globes of pointy, cream-white flesh, capped by huge red nipples.
I wear skimpy halter tops and tube tops most of the time, showing off my knockers to perfection.
My hair is golden, tumbling in lambent tresses almost to my elbows.
I have big, beautiful, long-lashed violet eyes, which have often been compared with Elizabeth Taylor's.
I rent a room in this beautiful old Victorian house on Nassau Street which is owned by a rickety old lady who uses a walker and can hardly see a foot in front of her.
This ancient lady thinks I'm a law student at the university, though it beats me why Mrs. Frohling hasn't stopped to wonder why I've been "studying" for five years now, with no signs of graduating!
The truth is, I love Hotchkiss-it's a beautiful town, and my room is a huge upstairs room with a lovely view.
I have a big mahoganny desk where my typewriter is, and I sit there sipping tea every day and writing erotic fiction.
Hotchkiss is perfectly located-you can get to New York City in less than an hour by train, and yet you feel like you're in the middle of the country.
But the thing I like best about Hotchkiss is the university.
It's an Ivy League university which has only recently gone coed.
As it is, the guys outnumber the girls by about four to one.
And a lot of the guys here belong to one or another athletic team. So you can imagine!
All these macho over-sexed young hunks prancing around, hot for pussy, and not enough girls to go around....
Well, a beautiful, stacked "older" woman like me is guaranteed to be extremely popular in a town like this, especially if she isn't a prude and is easy with her favors!
Miss Frohling's boarding house, where I live, is just divine.
She's an eccentric old dame, whose husband used to teach at the college.
Now, all alone in that huge house, she's a little lonely.
So, she rents out rooms to students.
Since her husband used to coach the football team, way back in prehistoric times, she has a soft spot for jocks.
I'm the only girl who has ever been allowed to room here!
And that's only because I convinced Agnes that I was a god-fearing girl who goes to church on Sundays and sleeps with a Bible under her pillow.
Little does she know!
Each year, a fresh crop of hot young college guys comes to stay at Agnes Frohlings' house.
They're usually juniors and seniors who are sick of the cramped dorms.
Here, each guy gets his own private room and bath, and Mrs. Frohling, who can hardly walk, doesn't get in the way too much, so they're free to do as they like.
Agnes Frohling is so deaf, the guys can party all night without her ever being aware of the fact!
Summers, I like to travel. Last summer, I went to Europe and worked my way through as many Italian, Scandinavian, French and German men as I possibly could.
If I may digress here a moment, I would like to reflect on my international conquests. That is to say, I will give you, my readers, a rating on these men by nationality.
First, the French. I know what you hear ... what we all hear. That French men are great lovers and they all sound like they've got hardons in their throats with all that sexy French language coming out of their mouths.
But, sadly, the truth lies elsewhere. They're rather unconcerned about women and love-making. They'd rather know what's for lunch or what kind of wine goes best with supper.
Sure, there's a lot of French sex associations ... French kiss, French love, French letter ... but I can say from my experience these guys are mostly out to lunch.
Next, the Scandanavians. Oh, sure, they're gorgeous. I never met a single one that wasn't more like a god than a man. Probably that hardy Norse stock they all come from. But, when you get their pants off and dim the lights and put a little "Ride of the Valkyries" on the CD, these guys go all thumbs.
They're bumblers.
Once, some big blonde rooster grabbed my cunt lips like they were dice and he was rolling a losing streak in Reno.
Yuk! What a disappointment.
Now, I like it a little rough from time to time, sure. But I don't want to be handled like chopped meat on a butcher block. Get my drift?
Sure, sure, most of them are hung like fire hoses, but that's not all there is to good sex. Any lesbian can tell you that.
Where were we?
Italians? Now, that's more like it. Wops are generally speaking the best stick men in the business. I like their hairy balls and chests. But mostly, it's their technique I go back for.
I had one once that ate my box like it was mar-sipan on a rose petal. Mmmmm-I melt thinking about it.
Mostly, their dicks are average size, though I have noted a few exceptions. I had one once that had a cock pole shaped like a shovel. I dug it.
They like to get their dick sucked, too. And I am a cocksucker of the first order. I like to lick men's fuck poles till their head caves in. I like to start when their wicks are still soft and slowly ease my tongue up and down in butterfly kisses and then flick hard around the crown.
Then, I slurp and slather their dicks from stem to stern and deep throat them till they beg me to stop.
But so far, none of them-Italians, Jews, Norse or Frenchies-have begged me to even ease up, let alone stop.
But, back to Mrs. Frohlings's boarding house.
My first day at the house this year, I was pleased to find that the four boarders on the second floor, right below mine, were members of the varsity football squad whose acquaintance I had not yet made.
So, I put a violet-scented invitation under each of their doors asking them to come up to my room for a welcome party that very evening!
They arrived at seven sharp, and I was ready for them!
I wore the sexiest pink satin outfit-it was a bathrobe, really-belted loosely around the middle, showing off an awful lot of cleavage and baring my long, sexy legs.
I was playing soft music, and the two overhead bulbs were shaded by pretty red Chinese lanterns.
I had purchased a keg of beer and had a plentiful supply of liquor and marijuana on hand-I know what these college boys like!
Those four guys were dreamy, each and every one of them!
There's Ricky. He's a quarterback, and he's twenty. Six-two, two hundred and forty pounds of beefy muscle. Dark brown hair and eyes, a square jaw, a hairy body, a winning grin....
Then there's Barnard. He's tall, blond and beautiful-golden-tan muscles that are absolutely mouthwatering, and the bluest eyes!
Then there's Desmond. Desmond is black. He's a black buck, built like a bull with skin like velvet and a bulge in his pants which promises-and delivers-nirvana.
Last but not least, there's Jake. Jake's twenty-two, a linebacker with sexy good looks, gray eyes, reddish brown hair, and a hulking, muscular body.
The boys started to get boisterous as the night wore on, and I told them what I did for a living, which created quite a stir.
They started reading aloud passages from my novels, and before long, things got very out of hand....
My satin outfit was soon discarded, and I was dancing about the room, lusciously naked, my big, creamy breasts swaying and bouncing.
I urged the lads to join me, and they tore off their clothes with alacrity.
I was absolutely delighted to find that Jake, Barnard, Desmond and Ricky were all extremely well hung!
There's nothing I like better than a gang bang ... I made the boys line up, and I got on my knees, sucking each of their cocks. I'm a great cocksucker ... Just ask any of the guys!
I slurped my way right down to the root on each throbbing slab of jock prick, and I sucked the sperm out of each set of low-swinging balls, swallowing every salty drop of jizz!
By that time, the guys were really blasted and turned on!
The first load a college jock shoots is just the hors-d'oeuvre.
Those lusty youths can keep it up for four thick squirting loads, no problem!
I threw myself on my back on the bed and spread my legs wide.
"Come on, boys!" I purred. "I'm all yours!"
Ricky and Barnard climbed aboard....
Each stud took one of my big, bouncy boobs and started to suck and lick them till I was shrieking with joy.
Desmond climbed between my legs, planting his black face between my hot, spread pussy lips, and started lapping my cunny till I was orgasming gloriously!
Then, I flipped on my side and Ricky slowly stroked all ten inches of his thick, throbbing hardon up my tight twat.
Barnard squirmed up behind me, and I shrieked in mingled pain and pleasure as he pumped his pulsing nine incher up my tight, suctioning asshole.
I had two dicks in me at once and that, dear reader, is just about the most beautiful thing a girl can ever experience!
Desmond climbed up on the bed by my head and shoved his huge black cock in my mouth.
I sucked it like a leech while Barnard and Desmond banged away at my hot holes, their pulsating hardons separated by only a thin membrane of flesh.
The boys bellowed in delimit as they started to shoot, blasting me full with their scum....
As soon as Barnard and Ricky had rolled away from me, Desmond and Jake took their places.
Desmond and Jake were even more amazingly well hung than the younger guys.
Desmond's big black meat was twelve inches long, thick as my wrist and did it ever feel good as it stroked deep in my sperm-wetted cunt!
Jake's dong was thirteen inches long, and when he rammed it up my ass, I started coming and didn't stop until Jake and Desmond both started squirting big, hot gushes of pungent man-jizz deep inside me....
That was just the beginning of a night of orgiastic debauchery which lasted till the rays of dawn came creeping through the half-drawn blinds on my windows.
Those boys fucked me till I was so sore I could hardly move!
But I'm pretty inexhaustible sexually, and I can take on a squad of lusty college men virtually indefinitely.
My welcome party was highly successful, and of course, I became the most popular boarder at Agnes Frohling's.
I've worked out a very pleasant arrangement with the boys.
Four nights a week, one of the guys sleeps with me.
Jake gets Mondays, Barnard gets Tuesdays, Desmond gets Wednesdays, and Ricky gets Thursdays.
Friday is free-for-all day, and I have a wild orgy with all four of the boys at once!
The week-ends I leave free for further sexploits with other guys.
I'm such a slut, I love finding new meat to suck and fuck all the time!
All in all, I have quite a cozy little arrangement here at Hotchkiss University.
Don't you think?!
And I get an awful lot of material to stimulate my imagination and fill the pages of my smutty novels!