Chapter 4

Susan studied her reflection carefully. She liked the new hairstyle, the way she had gathered it back, tied with a black, velvet ribbon. The lipstick color only hinted of pink, yet set off her tan beautifully. The green, silk blouse hugged her tits like a second skin. She took a step backward, looking at the rest of her figure. The designer jeans hung low, showing off the roundness of her hips to the best possible advantage.

She nodded her head and smiled.

"Yes," she said softly, then gathered up her purse.

She left the house with a smile on her lips.

Determined not to become stagnant, she drove the car toward the university, where youth was. Fresh, young men. Men to give her new life. After all, if she was going to have an affair, why not choose the cream of the crop?

Twenty minutes later, she was walking across campus, heading in the general direction of the P.E. building. When she'd audited a course last summer, she had noticed that many of the men congregated there in the snack bar.

Odd, she thought, I hadn't even been tempted then.

"Hey, get a load of that," she heard a low baritone voice say when she entered the room Filled with vending machines, books piled on shelves. "How would you like to . . ."

She didn't hear the rest, pretending she hadn't noticed, and turned, facing one of the machines. From the corner of her eye, however, she saw that she had created a minor commotion. Several of the young men were looking at her openly, nodding their heads. As she inserted a quarter in the Coke machine, she saw a movement.

"That would taste better with some rum in it," the same deep voice said.

"Wherever would we get some rum?" Susan asked, facing one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen.

He was about six-foot-six, but unlike most tall men, he had the grace of a panther. His shoulders must have been a yard across, thickly muscled. The sculptured chest-evident through the tight-fitting tee shirt-gave way to a waspish waist, narrow hips.

"I might have a drop or two," the man said, looking down at her tits, "in my room. It's not far from here."

Susan looked up into his dark-blue eyes and smiled, hoping he couldn't hear the thundering of her heart. This was even better than she'd imagined it would be! She wondered suddenly if the color of his crotch hair was as golden-brown as the hair that framed his angular face.

"Only if you promise not to get me drunk," she grinned. "I do terrible things when I'm drunk."

"Oh . . . Jesus," the young man said, swallowing hard. "I hope I've got a lot of rum."

"Me too," Susan laughed, wondering where she managed to find the courage to carry on banter like this.

"Then let's go," the man said. "Uh, my name is Robbie. Robbie Moore." Susan told him her name as he escorted her out of the snack bar and into the garish sunlight.

"I haven't seen you around," Robbie said, taking her hand in his. "You new here?"

"Well, it's a big school," Susan said, looking over at the thick bulge in his jeans. "Mmmmmmm, very big," she added, making her meaning clear.

They walked the rest of the way in silence as if they had known each other for ten years instead of ten minutes. When they reached his apartment and she was ushered inside, they fell into an immediate embrace.

"God, someone pinch me and tell me I'm not dreaming," Robbie said, crushing his mouth on hers.

Susan reached around and gently pinched his tight, small ass. When he flinched, he jerked forward, rubbing his crotch against her stomach. She moved her other hand over his mound of cock and played with the rough outline. "Where's that rum?" she whispered, darting her tongue against his. "I'm so thirsty."

"How about something else to drink?" the man said, grinning. He pushed down against her shoulders until she knelt before him. "You like drinking cum, baby?" he asked, unzipping his fly.

"Nothing better," Susan said, swallowing hard. Now she would see what he had to offer. Since he was so tall, would it be . . .

"Holy Christ!" she cried out, watching the huge slab of rock-hard cock spring from his jeans. It had to be the biggest prick she'd ever seen. "Half man, half horse!" she exclaimed, grasping the gigantic shaft with both hands. "Mmmmmm and I want the half that's horse," she grunted, closing her lips around the tip of his cock.

While she squirmed her mouth around the thick, meaty prick, inching toward the hairy base, Robbie quickly shucked his clothes. He watched with pure fascination as she took his entire cock in her mouth and locked her lips firmly at the root.

"Goddamn, baby, where you putting it, anyway?" he gasped. "I ... I never had a lady who could take it all like that!"

Susan was just as surprised. God, he must be eleven, twelve inches long, big around as her wrist. She pulled back and let his cock flop upward and hit his hairy stomach.

"I just love big cock," she whispered, kissing him between his balls. "And when I find one this big, I just love the hell out of it."

"Hey, let's get on the bed," Robbie said, pulling her forward as he stepped backward. "I want to do this thing right."

After they were settled on the bed and Susan had removed her clothing, she nestled herself between his long, muscular legs. She lowered her face to his cock and bared her teeth. Gently, she pulled the loose foreskin away from the ball of his prick and inhaled deeply. The acrid aroma of dried piss and cum hit her nostrils like a damp fog.

"Suck it again, just like you did," Robbie said, excitement in his voice. "God, I want to see you take it all."

"Let me kiss you all over first," Susan said. "You're the biggest man I've ever had. Mmmmm, biggest all over!"

Robbie fell back an closed his eyes, wondering how long he would be able to hold off. Not long, he thought. Already, his cum was boiling just from looking at her, seeing those gorgeous tits, that blonde pussy.

Susan studied him carefully for several moments as she ran her fingers over his hairy thighs, his muscular stomach. Just the sight of him was enough to make her cunt quiver with anticipation and cause her throat to tickle with raw hunger. She leaned down and kissed his chest, taking each tiny nipple between her teeth, darting the tip of her tongue over the rubbery surfaces. Slowly, she moved to his right armpit and bit into the silky hairs, then kissed his shoulder.

For the next several moments, she covered his entire body with her wet mouth, searching, probing, discovering. Finally, she squeezed her head between his legs and lifted his ass with her hands.

"Let me eat out your asshole, too," she said softly, flicking her tongue into the dark, hairy crack. "You like for girls to do that?"

"Oh . . . shit!" Robbie cried out. "This is my first 'round the world. God, I've heard some of the guys talk about it, but. . . fuck, it's good!"

He turned slightly to one side to give her a better angle, then raised his knees to his chest. When he felt her probing tongue sear inside his shitter, he straightened out again, trapping it inside.

"Mmmmmmm, sweet asshole," Susan whispered, savoring the heady flavor of his shitter. "I'll suck your shitter and you can fuck mine if you want."

"Oh . . . Jesus, right now I want you to suck me," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "Come on, baby, don't tease me anymore. I ... I can't take it. My cock's about to bust wide open!"

Slowly, Susan licked across his nuts, then up the side of his cockshaft. When her tongue touched the end of his prick, she opened her mouth wide and gulped fully down. When she felt his cockhead pierce her tonsils and glide down her esophagus, she groaned with ecstasy. She rubbed her knees together to relieve the horrible itch inside her cunt, but the pressure only made it worse. If her throat hadn't been so demanding for his jism, she would have straddled him right then and fucked him. She suddenly wished she had two cocks at once.

The mere idea of having one in her throat and another in her cunt was enough to cause a minor explosion at the rim of her pussy. She pulled her face up, then lunged quickly back down.

"Mmmmmmm!" she gurgled, twisting her head around as she dug her nails into his thighs.

"Christ, suck, cocksucker," Robbie gasped, grabbing her by the hair of her head and slamming her face brutally onto his cock. "Eat my cock and suck me dry, bitch. "I . . . fuck, I haven't had a good blow-job in so long, I . . . I . . . suck, baby, suck!"

He began pumping his hips up and down to meet her eager sucks. Before she had gulped on him less than five or ten times, he was ready to go. He felt his cum burst from his balls and shoot up his prick.

"Mmffff!" Susan groaned, tasting the steam of his cum and realizing from the way his prick was swelling, he was ready to blow his load.

"Oh . . . shit!" Robbie cried out, jerking upward, increasing the pressure of his hands. "Oh . . . fuck!"

His cockhead exploded with the first of his cum, sending a hot shower of cream into Susan's throat. She licked furiously, trying desperately not to miss a single, precious drop. But it would have been impossible for any mouth to take all he had to offer. Glob after molten glob spewed from his prick, completely filling her mouth and throat. Some of the rich juices even shot upward, behind her nose where they dribbled from both nostrils. Other masses burst from the corners of her mouth and oozed onto his stomach and into the hairs of his crotch.

"Eat, cocksucker!" he panted, rocking back and forth. He blasted the bulk of his load into her throat, then flipped her onto her back. As he lay fully on top of her face, he gouged his knees into her armpits and sat down on her tits. "Just like that, you sweet cocksucking bitch. Gobble it down and suck me good."

Fully engulfed in his hard, hairy muscularity, Susan felt her own climax rip into her guts. The sensations swept around her cunt, then seemed to spread outward, inflaming every square inch of her body. Even the tips of her toes and her scalp tingled with release. She gave a choking, grunting moan, locking her lips savagely around his cock.

Robbie plowed up and down, jamming in the last of his cum, then pressed his full weight between her lips. He lay like that for several moments, almost afraid to move, thinking that she truly might be a dream. Finally, he rolled onto his back and looked at her cum-splattered face. No, she was real all right, he said to himself, thanking some unknown god. .

"Goddamn, I think you could get cum out of a crowbar," he gasped. "I feel like you sucked my guts out!"

Susan pushed upward, releasing the final glob of cum from his prick. When the juice stung the back of her throat, she spit his cock out, then licked the curly hairs. She sucked the stray beads of cum into her mouth, then swallowed them slowly. Her pussy was still quivering, almost begging for what her throat had gotten.

"You give me some rum to wash this stuff down with and I'll give you a wild ride," she grinned, licking her lips.

"A wild ride?" Robbie repeated as if the words were somehow vaguely foreign.

"You ready to fuck, you big stud?" she giggled. "Or you just gonna lay there and let me do all the work?"

"Hey, I know you're gonna think I'm terrible," Robbie said, shaking his head, "but would you do me a favor?"

"Name it," Susan said, slowly jacking his cock up and down.

"No one's gonna believe this if I tell them,", he began. "How you suck cock, I mean. Would you . . . would you . . . ?"

"Probably," Susan giggled. "Would I what?"

"My roommate will be home pretty soon. I mean, shit, it seems like a crime not to share something like this."

"That depends on your roommate," Susan said, suddenly very interested. "What's he like?"

"He's OK, I guess," Robbie said, shrugging.

"We'll see," Susan said, sitting back. The idea of really having two cocks and not just thinking about them was about to drive her crazy. She tried to sound casual, but her voice was shaking with anticipation. "Now about that rum?" she added, lifting one eyebrow.

"And about that ride," Robbie laughed.

As he stumbled off the bed and rummaged through some shelves looking for the rum, Susan hugged herself.

Now this is what life is all about. You can have your wife and kids, Bob, and your fucking mortgage and obligations. And you, Brian, can take care of anything you want. I'm going to live. I'm gonna burn my candle at both ends.

"Hurry," she said to Robbie. "God, hurry, will you?"