Chapter 1
He was so strong and tall and handsome. She could imagine what it would be like having his arms wrapped around her lush, young body, pulling her ever closer, crushing her firm tits between their bodies. She shivered a little and felt a wave of weakness come over her. Lynn closed her eyes, and it was as if she could actually see Professor Matthews then. She shivered again, imagining his long, hard, virile cock thrusting up between them, aiming directly for her virgin pussy.
She felt her cunt begin to flood with desire. She inched back and forth at her desk, listening to the drone of the man's voice, pretending to pay attention while her body demanded more and more attention. A stray finger crept up and under her dress. She found a tell-tale patch of wetness already dotting her panties. The finger wormed between soft flesh and the elastic band around her leg. She immediately found an aroused pussy.
She shuddered and tried to keep from crying as she shoved her finger knuckle-deep into her seeping curt. The feel of that finger was almost enough to drive her wild. The teenager didn't know why she did things like this. Anybody in the entire freshman English class could see what she was doing, if they would only turn to look at her.
And many might be doing just that. Lynn Holcomb was a knockout. She was a honey blonde with blue eyes that seemed to beg a man for his prick. Even though she wasn't like that at all, all the boys seemed to think she was. The girl had spent her entire time in high school fending off all the studs who thought all she wanted was their meaty pricks reaming her out.
No one could blame them for trying. Her tits shoved impudently against the thin fabric of her teeshirt. The twin points of nipple poked into the cloth, accenting the firm, cynical breasts that were large enough to make any red blooded man's mouth water. If this had been all there was to the blonde-the tits and the bedroom eyes-she might not have gotten the attention she did.
There was more, lots more. Her narrow waist flared out into her very womanly hips. Every time she walked down the hall, eyes followed her. The roll and waggle of her buttocks underneath her dress was more than enough to give wet dreams to half the men on campus.
Slender, well formed legs completed the picture package of femininity. She knew she had good legs, and took every chance to flaunt them. In a way she hated herself for doing things like that. It got all the guys uptight-in more ways than one-and yet she enjoyed the feeling of power she had over them when they almost stepped on their tongues wanting to get into her pants.
She was a good girl. She didn't screw around, and knowing that, she could wind any of them around her little finger by subtly promising more than she would ever deliver. That fact pleased her.
Those other students, they were all so naive and immature. They weren't anything like Dr. Matthews. The professor was tall, dark and impossibly handsome. Lynn couldn't keep her attention away from the thought of getting the professor to screw her. She felt her pussy convulse with even more desire at the thought of seeing his long, rigid prick poking lustfully toward her widespread cunt.
The finger dug even deeper into her humid, seething cunt. She started stroking her velvety pussy until she was unable to sit still on the chair any longer. She moaned and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. Her finger flew in and out of her pussy until she could hardly stand it any more. She let her fucking digit slip free to find the long spire of her clit. The nubbin of erect tissue was pulsing with lust now.
It responded to her dreams of Professor Matthew's fucking the living hell out of her, with a sensitivity that couldn't be denied. The most feathery of touches was enough to send lightning bolts of desire ripping through her tender young body.
She began diddling herself faster and faster. The sexual tensions inside her belly mounted. When she came, it took all her will power to keep from screaming out loudly. Somehow, she managed to remain reasonably quiet. Guiltily, she opened her eyes and looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
Professor Matthews was staring at her with a curious look on his face, but he never interrupted his lecture. She moved her finger back to her pussy hole and slowly finger fucked herself. It wasn't anywhere near as intense as stroking her clit, but the teenager was sure if she came again as she had just done, everyone would notice.
The humiliation of that kind of attention would be too intense for her to bear.
"And so, that wraps it up for another day, class," the professor said.
She sighed as she watched him move slowly from one side of the raised stage to the other. He walked like a jungle cat, boneless and powerful. He even looked a little like her father, who was dead for seven years. She hardly remembered him, but he would look exactly like Professor Matthews. Lynn was positive about that.
"Dismissed," the professor said, shutting his book and turning to leave.
For a moment, Lynn sat there, stunned. She didn't know where the hour had gone. Glancing at her notebook didn't help her any. A few odd squiggles were all the notes she had taken. The girl had no idea what the class had even been about, she had been so wrapped up in her masturbation as she dreamed about her professor.
"Lynn?" came a hesitant voice.
Startled, she looked up and saw Hank Sollen. The youth appeared uncomfortable. He wasn't all that bad looking, and she wondered what his problem was. Usually, he seemed to be able to handle the chicks with more sophistication.
"Hi, Hank. What's new?" She carefully removed her finger from her pussy and tried to wipe it off on her dress. The air circulating through the classroom quickly cooled and dried it for her.
"Look, I'm pledging Gamma Delta Iota. You know, the really top rate fraternity on campus, and I was wondering if you would like to be my date to one of the initiation ceremonies tonight."
She thought about it. She knew that Gamma was one of the most prestigious of fraternities. Being the girl friend of someone pledging that particular house would give her all sorts of status. But why was Hank asking her? "I don't know, Hank. I mean, I've got so much homework to do and all. You know how it is."
"Sure, Lynn, I know, but this is something special. Really, it is. You're one of the foxiest chicks around and, to tell the truth, I want to make as good an impression with the guys as I could. If you were my date tonight, I would be really up there."
She glanced at his crotch and saw he was already really up there." His cock had hardened just since he'd begun talking to her. She wanted to reach out and gently stroke it just to torment him. The teenager wanted to prove to Hank that he shouldn't start something he couldn't finish. And with her, finishing wasn't very likely.
Not as long as she was a cherry-carrying virgin.
"I guess so. You're one nice guy, Hank. Maybe.. . ." She hated herself for stringing him along like this. The reputation she had gotten in just a few short weeks on campus was one of being a big prick teaser. Somehow, she just couldn't restrain herself when the guys came on like this.
She stood and made a big point of brushing against Hank's crotch. She felt his prick throbbing with desire. The girl simply couldn't go off and leave it This was too good a chance to prove to Hank who the real boss was. She could make him jump through hoops and sit up and beg before she was through.
And she would do just that.
"I'd be happy to come, Hank," she said; choosing her words carefully. The girl saw the way his crotch pulsed wildly as she used the word "come." She moved her hip against his crotch again as she continued. "Let's go outside where we can get some fresh air. Its so. . . close in here."
She let her blue, blue eyes drift downward to the mound. Then she quickly looked him straight in the eye. Carelessly licking her ruby lips, she gave him all the signals that she was as horny as he was.
And she was. The thought of Professor Matthews actually balling her had made her virgin cunt tremble and throb with desire. The fact that Hank had no chance whatsoever of getting into her pants and fucking her only added to her arousal.
"Tell me about this party, Hank. I want to know all about it."
She was leading him on, and iota! the feelings beginning to grow inside her. Her pussy was shivering with lust again, but it was a different kind of lust now. She knew that she could make him do anything she wanted. She had power, absolute power, and all because she was a seductively beautiful girl. She almost laughed out loud at that idea.
He followed her like a lovelorn puppy dog until she pushed him down under a tree, just off the crowded walkway bustling with students going to and from their classes. She made sure that her hand brushed across his bulging crotch in wanton invitation again. That kept him in line, waiting for her next move.
"The guys are looking for a couple chicks to take part in the most secret parts of he initiation rituals. If one of the pledges brings the girl as his date, it gets him all sorts of special privileges." "What sort of ritual?"
"I don't know. I'm just a pledge, but our advisor says that it'll be something really special."
"As special as being here, under this tree, with me?" She bent down and lightly kissed the youth on the mouth.
For a moment, he sat there stunned, then began to respond.
She let him. The thought that he could get this hot just from a single kiss pleased her. Her hands drifted around his waist and pulled him on top of her. His weight crushed her thinly clad tits, the nipples springing erect. Her legs wantonly spread apart as if in invitation to Hank.
She managed to break off the kiss and said, "No, not here! Not where people might see us!"
Hank was gasping in lust now. "Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em all! I want to screw you right here!"
"Hank darling, please. You'll get us both in trouble. If anyone saw what you want to do . . ." She let her voice trail off, but one hand continued to rhythmically squeeze his cock. She could feel it pulsing harder and harder now. It would only be a few seconds before he creamed in his pants. The girl wanted to laugh at that, but didn't. That, would be too cruel.
"God, You're beautiful," he said. "That honey blonde hair drives me wild. It's so smooth and fresh and fragrant." He buried his face in her nest of hair and began kissing. She could feel his soft lips working down the side of her head and getting closer to her ear. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of that tight aural channel like a wet cock.
She sobbed a little. Her ears were especially sensitive. The hot breath on that flesh made her go weak all over. Her pussy began to churn in earnest. When his hard, sharp teeth lightly nibbled at her earlobe, she almost came. The sexual tensions inside her were mounting again. She wanted something touching her clit-her finger. She slid her hand under her skirt and pressed the tip of her finger against the hard little button of her clit.
And she came.
"Ummmmm, ohhhhh!" she cried out.
The youth instantly forced his mouth against hers for a deep, passionate kiss. All the time she was-coming, his tongue dueled against hers.
She wanted to laugh and cry and scream all at the same time. When the fiery winds of orgasm had passed, she managed to pant out; "It was good Hank. And you did it to me! With just your tongue, you did it!"
"Let me fuck you!" he demanded. "No one will see us. And if they did, they'd think nobody'd have the balls to screw in public."
His insistent hands pulled at her skirt, lifting it. She pushed his hand away. "NO!"
"But Lynn! I need something!"
"No, Hank darling, please. Be civilized about this." But her words were choking her. She felt more intense desire inside her trim, teenaged body than ever before. The idea that she might be picked for whatever initiation ritual the Gamma's were performing that night made her even more horny. Hank was her ticket into the most select group of men on campus. She couldn't possibly shove him away now.
He might actually go and ask someone else to be his date tonight!
"Well," she said, sounding reluctant, "maybe we can do something" He almost crushed her as he rolled back on top of her again. She hated to admit it, but she loved the feel of his strong body pressing down on her. Her boobs were flattened by his broad, muscular chest. His strong arms pinned her more slender ones to her sides. And the way his hips moved left little to the imagination. He was just inches away from raping her.
She had to cool him down fast, give him some sort of release.
Normally, Lynn would have considered all the possible ways of getting him to leave her alone. He would end up with blue balls but that didn't concern her. She wasn't responsible for a guy who couldn't control his own passions. But today, she was particularly vulnerable. She had been fantasizing about how great Professor Matthews would be fucking her, and she had gotten off in class, diddling her own clit. And then, she had come again when Hank had used his cock-hard tongue to fuck her ear.
She may never have had a man's prick up her cunt, but she wasn't totally naive. She knew how much men loved having a chick suck cock. Her hands worked between their close-pressed bodies until she could run the fly down on Hank's jeans.
The teenager found herself holding a handful of hot and hard prick. She squeezed down on it and began stroking, hoping she might be able to jerk him off. That would solve all her problems.
But he had a bit more control than that. "God, Lynn, that's super. Now spread those legs and let me climb on and ride like hell!"
"NO!"
"Lynn, come on. You want my cock. I know it. You know it. Don't fight it. Nobody's going to see us."
"I... I want to give you head. Please, Hank, let me give you a blowjob."
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his reaction. Never before had the youth heard a woman beg to suck his prick. In his haste to let her go down on him, he almost tied himself into a pretzel.
"It's so lovely," she said. She stroked along the red length of his throbbing cock. Gently moving the foreskin back, she revealed the head. The girl couldn't control her own rampaging emotions then. She was horny, and the bout with her own finger had made her even more so. The nearness of the youth's hard body turned her on more than she cared to admit. And now she had a prime fuck stick inches from her lips.
She went down on him, taking his entire length into her mouth and sucking like there wouldn't be a tomorrow. For a moment, she thought he was going to jet out all of his jism right away. She tasted the bitter drop of pre-come that beaded at the tip of his cock. Then the hard throbbing died down for a moment. She began sucking harder and harder on the very tip of his cock.
Her tongue ran around the rim of his cockhead, teasing and tormenting him the best she could. Her breath came in ragged pants. Her nostrils flared. She could hardly control her runaway desires. To have this meaty prick fucking her would be something new and different for her. She knew she could do a lot worse. But that wouldn't be playing the game.
And the game was getting men hot and horny, then turning them down. This particular game had turned a full circle for her. She had to eat cock, or she would be the one who'd go crazy with lust? She sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow, then she really applied her tongue to his cock. The tongue lashing she gave Win made the youths squirm and thrash around under the tree. He groaned and tried to keep from calling out in his desire. The last thing in the world he wanted was to attract attention. That wouldn't be any doubt as to what they were doing if they were seen.
The sucking, eating noises were obvious. The sight of his long, hard fuck stick vanishing between the blonde girls ruby lips was obvious. The look of supreme arousal on his face was obvious.
"Ummm, God, Lynn, I can't stand that! Your tongue is too much for me! It. . it's driving me over the edge!"
She continued to lick and swirl her rough, pink tongue around the tip of his prick. Once, she tried to, stuff her tongue down into his piss slit. They both knew this wasn't possible, but it turned them both on even more by simply attempting it.
She began bobbing her head up and down on his long pole of hard cock. Face fucking caused increased friction against her lips. This made the girl even hungrier for his cock. She cradled his turgid cock on her tongue so that it would rub the entire distance as his prick drove into her mouth. The blonde never slackened up on the suction. She wanted all his cock to herself.
"Umph! Ummmmgh!" she moaned out around thick plug of cock in her mouth. She wanted to tell him how good he tasted, how much she was getting off on this. But if the blonde did that, she would have to let his precious prick slip from her mouth.
That was the last thing in the world she wanted.
She sucked even harder, and his hips lifted off the ground, making jabbing motions. She sucked even more, and used her tongue to full advantage. She stroked around the most sensitive portions of his prick, teasing the tiny flap of skin dangling down under the cleft head. Then she tried stuffing her tongue down his piss slit again.
This triggered his come. She felt the first rush of his white-hot jism against her tongue. The girl almost gagged. She didn't want to swallow his awful jizz, but she did. She took all of it, the salty taste tantalizing her until she began to wonder why she found this so distasteful.
She sucked and sucked until his bucking cock was totally drained. Lynn allowed his cock to slide out from between her lips. She licked her ruby lips once, then straightened up to look down at Hank.
"Better put it away, or someone will ask why you have it hanging out," she told him. She laughed as he hastened to obey. It was so easy making a man do what she wanted.
"Uh, wow, thanks, Lynn. This has been great! I mean it. That mouth of yours is so damned hot I can hardly believe it!"
"For a man as virile as you, anything," she lied. His eyes widened a little more and he straightened his shoulders. "Great, Lynn, just great. Uh, look, I'll be by your dorm to pick you up at seven. Okay?"
"Fine, Hank darling," she said stroking along his crotch again. She felt nothing but flaccid cock. The girl smiled to herself. She'd get him hard again tonight, and use that to force him to get her selected for taking part in whatever rituals the fraternity engaged in.