Chapter 4
Scenes from a new semester, in the warm, early autumn of college lust:
Somewhere on the campus that evening, a girl sat in a car and opened her blouse and said to the boy she had dated through her freshman year, "You've wanted it since the homecoming dande and I wouldn't give it to you. I was afraid you wouldn't respect me. I thought you might talk about me to the other guys you hang around with. But something terrible happened to me this summer while I was home and now you can have it. And you tell any guy you want to tell. I don't give a shit any more." And the boy did not even stop to ask what terrible thing could have happened during those hot months back in her hometown. He just smiled and sighed and leaned forward and started to suck gratefully upon a sweet tit.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl was thinking that this young man-probably a senior-who had started to talk to her in the student union was one of the most fascinating figures she had ever seen. He seemed to know so much about life. And she was making up her mind to let him slip his hand under her skirt, even though she did not even know his last name, and she was feeling a little bit like a tramp. But that feeling was exciting to her just the same.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl had finished putting all her worldly goods in their proper place and now was looking out the window of her dorm room and seeing a handsome, young guy walking across the green. She was falling madly in love with the way that he moved-as if he were sure of everything in the world-and wondering if she would ever see him again or work up the courage to speak to him. And she was turning away from the window and looking at the teddy bear that lay on her bed and thinking that really was a childish thing to have brought to college.
Somewhere on the campus, a lad of tender years was sipping on liquor that an upperclassman had brought for him in the store near the campus and he was trying to get used to the burning taste of the stuff. And he was thinking about sexy cheerleaders and how they always wanted to fuck only the athletes and he was starting to get angry with the world.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl took off her glasses and lay down naked on her narrow dorm-room bed and was happy that her room-mate had gone out on a date that evening. The girl did not even turn out the light. She reached between her thighs and touched the lips of her pussy with her fingers and thought about fucking her favorite professor--the young man with the curly hair who taught art appreciation.
Somewhere on the campus, a junior was sitting in his dorm room telling stories to his new friends-all male freshmen and sophomores, talking about the time that he and his friend had gotten into the girls' dorm early one morning and had hidden in the broom closet next to the bathroom and had listened to the girls giggling as they had taken their showers. And the younger guys were impressed with the story of true adventure and the junior was hoping none of them found out it was a fucking lie.
And, in Brad's apartment that evening, on a bed surrounded by stacks of books, Kim took her mouth off the man's cock and clutched the thing in her fingers as she looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big and so sweet," the blonde said. "I want to suck on it forever."
"It's good when a little girl wants to suck her daddy," the man moaned.
Kim could tell that Brad was on fire with lust, and she added to that fire when she licked her lips and then took the tip of his organ into her mouth again.
She tightened her lips around the crown of that prick and felt the powerful strength of the tool almost vibrate inside her. The vibration moved into her too and worked its way down to her pussy. She was throbbing with need down there in her twat.
Then she opened her mouth a little and went further down on that long, thick prick. Kim got more than half of the dork into her mouth and then she started to move her head up and down again. She could feel the spear growing even harder and more wonderfully brutal as she sucked with delight and the man groaned there on the bed.
As Kim sucked Brad's cock, she moved her fingers over his hairy balls. Then she took her mouth off his organ and pressed the stiff thing back against his stomach with her fingers. That made his balls jump at her face.
Kim stuck out her tongue and licked on those balls as Brad reached down and touched her blonde, soft hair.
"Good, little girl," he moaned. "Daddy loves you, little girl."
The girl's tongue was quick and wet. She licked over the veins of those balls and then pressed her lips against that flesh and kissed him softly in that most secret, male place.
The writing instructor closed his eyes and thought of all the sexy, little girls who had come before this blonde. In his career as a teacher, he had usually had at least one young thing who was willing to serve him.
The one who had written that volume of poetry based on what she had learned about life from Brad mingled in the man's head with the others-who had not yet achieved any greatness as writers. The black one with the dimples who had bounced on his cock for nearly six months was now an advertising copywriter, but Brad did not hold it against her that she had given up fine arts for the world of commerce. The dark-haired one with the wide, soft mouth had loved using her mouth on his prick and was now a housewife in suburbia, but Brad suspected that, down deep, she was still remembering what she had done with her writing instructor and perhaps even writing an occasional poem about it too. The slender one who was from the country and always wore tight jeans had actually published a story in a men's magazine-a story about lust and the job she had taken collecting semen from bulls. But she had wandered off to find herself and had started to hitch-hike across the nation and Brad had not heard from her for a couple .of years. He just hoped she was all right. He hoped she had not been hurt by some guy in a big, air-conditioned car, had not been murdered by the side of the road. That would be a tragic way for a girl from the country to end up.
But this little blonde who was licking his balls and handling his cock was one of the best. Brad could already tell that, although he had not read anything she had written.
As a ball-Iicker, Brad thought, this girl was certainly a prize winner. And she would just have to be a good writer too. She had gotten into the fantasy about daddies and little girls very quickly, and that was a sign of a good imagination.
Kim finished with her kissing and licking of Brad's balls and raised her head up and pressed the tip of his organ against her chin. She smiled at the older man and said, "Daddy, your little girl needs a good fucking. She really, truly docs, Daddy."
Now, what daddy could refuse a request like that one?
Brad smiled down at the blonde as he spoke to her.
"Climb aboard your daddy's cock, you sweet, little girl, and take a long, fine ride."
As Kim moved up to her knees, she remembered her vow to be faithful to Harry, her boyfriend. The naked girl could not help but think that she was keeping her vow in a way. She had been tempted by those young, stud yummies on the campus and she had fought off that temptation.
As she spread her thighs over Brad's slender, strong body, she thought that she would stay with older men. She would fuck and suck with older men and then she would not have to be unfaithful to her boyfriend at all.
Kim reached down under her twat and grasped Brad's cock in her fingers. She shivered a little and touched her firm, young, sweet tit with her other hand.
"Oh, Daddy," she said, "I need a really good fucking."
"That's just what your daddy is going to give you," the man promised.
Then Brad reached up and touched her body with his hands. He slipped his fingers over her tits and her sides and made the girl shudder with more sexual feelings.
And, as Brad touched Kim's naked, yearning body, she slipped her fingers over his hard cock. She knew from her experiences with Harry that nothing pleased a man more than fingertips on his stiff rod.
With his hands on her sides, Brad moved the girl down onto his cock and she sighed and tossed her blonde hair as she felt the tip of that organ go into her twat.
"Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, "your cock is so good and big."
It was all a game, but it was not a lie.
The little, sexy blonde did feel her cunt being stretched by that rod. She did feel a nice, little-girl shiver go through her as she slipped her fingers off the dork and left her pussy impaled on the sword of male flesh.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "ram that thing into me. Now, Daddy. Now."
The little girl wanted it raw and rough from her daddy. She shivered a little on his prick.
And she gasped as she felt Brad's hands on her thighs, touching her soft and feminine flesh there. His fingers were strong and warm and virile, just like the prick that was now in her pussy.
Then those fingers grasped her firmly and held her steady and Brad jerked under her, slammed more of his meat into her. The girl cried out with passionate fire as he pulled her down too, pulled her down onto his mighty prick.
"All of it, Daddy," she gasped. "Your little girl wants all of that cock."
And Kim leaned forward slightly and touched the man's chest with her fingers. She traced those fingers through the gray hair on that thin chest as he slammed even more of his cock into her hot cunt, and she sighed and pursed her lips and took the prick greedily.
"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "That is the way I like it."
Kim started to rock back and forth on Brad's prick, feeling the thing slip in and out of the deepness and the sweetness of her twat.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she murmured. "Fuck your little girl's hot pussy."
As he started to groan and grind under the girl, Brad moved his hands up her body again and touched those tits-those fine, sexy, full, ripe tits. Those breasts heaved with delight as he rammed the girl again and again with his cock.
"Yes, Daddy," Kim muttered, "my tits are yours. Touch them. Feel them. Your little girl loves it when you do things to her tits."
Suddenly, Brad thought of something else he would like to do to those fine breasts.
The older man continued to work his prick deep into her Kim's cunt as he raised up on the bed and put his arms tightly around her naked body. He pulled the girl closer to him and pressed his mouth against one of her pink, sweet nipples.
Brad started to suck on that nipple and he felt the sexy girl tremble in his grasp. Kim raised her arms high over her head and stretched her fingers to the ceiling.
"Yes, Daddy. All of me. Take all of me, Daddy. Suck me. Fuck me. Do it all, Daddy. I want it all, Daddy. On my tit. In my cunt. Your little girl wants it all."
Kim could almost feel the heat of the lust in the air and she thought as the man fucked her and sucked on her nipple that that heat would soon set the books around the bed on fire.
But, even if those books started to burn around her, Kim knew she would not care at all-not with this man fucking her, not with this new and collegiate experience driving her mad with wild passion. For this kind of fucking, she would gladly take the chande of burning too.
Somewhere on the campus that evening, a soft, sensitive girl looked at a boy with very dark skin and knew she had to have him. She moved close to him on the bed and touched his dark skin and smiled at him and let him know that she wanted his dark cock inside of her.
Somewhere on the campus, a girl who was a senior offered another glass of red wine to a freshman boy with dark, soft hair and full lips and smiled as he sipped on that wine, knowing that she would have him, knowing that she would taste the freshness of his freshman flesh and feel the hardness of part of that flesh inside her.
Somewhere on the campus, Jenny returned to her dorm room and wondered where her new room-mate was so late in the evening. And, as. she undressed and prepared for bed, the redhead thought that Kim might have been tempted on that campus that night by some sexy yummy of a guy, that Kim might have given in to temptation even more quickly than Jenny had imagined she would give in, that Kim might actually be fucking and beginning her true, college education.
And Jenny stood in the dorm room naked and looked at her room-mate's empty bed and smiled.