Chapter 1
Jennifer Harris couldn't concentrate on the psychology test. The coed's mind kept wandering off to her date with Wally Manners, the captain of the college football team. The dull words on the test paper in front of her were enough to put her to sleep at the best of times.
This wasn't the best of times for the darkhaired coed. She got so horny just thinking about the date she'd been on the night before that she wanted to stuff her fingers up her cunt and jerk off then and there. Jennifer giggled at the thought. What would the graduate assistant grading the test think if he found greasy stains on the test paper, stains left by pussyfluids that had seeped onto her fingers?
Her brief chuckle caused the graduate assistant to look up at her. The man was only about twenty-two or twenty-three, hardly older than Jennifer herself. But he glared at her as if she had just committed the foulest sin possible. She settled down and looked blankly at her test. It was the mid-semester exam and she had to do well on it if she wanted to pass the course.
But she hadn't studied. She sighed again, remembering why she'd not spent the night cramming for the exam.
Wally.
She and Wally had fucked all night long. Just the memory of his long, hard, demanding prick pressing hotly between her thighs, driving toward her cunt and surging all the way to the hilt in her hot, juicy pussy was enough to make her forget all about the damned psychology test.
Jennifer's fingers moved slowly across the crotch of her jeans. The heavy denim didn't give much, but she felt the pressure against her most sensitive flesh. The feel of her fingers stroking over her hidden cunt-lips sent shivers of joy up her spine. But it wasn't enough to get off. The wet spot on her jeans slowly spread as her passion soared, but it was no good.
She couldn't get off this way. Especially not during the middle of an important test. Jennifer turned her attention back to the questions on the examination. The young girl read each and every question, trying to think of the answers. Nothing came to her. The more she tried, the more she blanked out. In frustration, her eyes went from her own blank sheet to her best friend's test paper.
Mala's test was covered with tiny, cramped handwritten notes. The brown-haired girl was frantically trying to finish off the test. As she wrote, her words got bigger and bigger so that Jennifer could read them, even from several feet away.
The answers began flowing into Jennifer's brain. She didn't think of this as cheating. Not exactly, at any rate. She was looking at Mala's test paper, but she wasn't stealing the answers. She was just using them to nudge her brain into working. She knew all the proper responses. They were just buried under her horniness and distraction.
Jennifer finished off the test just as the bell rang. She sighed and leaned back. It had been close. She doubted if all the answers were right, but she had passed the test, of that she was certain. At least the dark-haired coed was sure of that until the graduate assistant came up to her desk and said, "I want to talk with you, Miss Harris."
"Uh, what about?" she asked, handing him the test.
"About this," he said, shaking the paper angrily. "I saw you looking at another student's test. You cheated."
"I wasn't cheating!" protested Jennifer. She felt a cold lump form in her stomach as she stared up at the tall, handsome graduate assistant. "Not really. I drew a blank and just looking around got me started thinking again. That's all it was. Honest!"
"Yeah," the man said glumly. "You got started with someone else's answers. 1'11 have to give you a zero for this test and recommend to Professor Angst that he give you an F for the entire semester."
"You can't do that!" she cried. "It would ruin me. They'll throw me out for this. Look, my grades aren't all that good. An F will get me kicked out of school for sure."
"You should have thought of that before you cheated." His words weren't harsh, however. His eyes began drinking in the young girl's obvious beauty. She felt a little selfconscious as his eyes worked across her carelessly done hair, past her pale oval' face and down to the bottom of her cleavage. She hadn't bothered to button up her blouse today. The weather had been unseasonally hot. Now she felt a pang of regret for at least not wearing a bra.
Jennifer hadn't worn a bra in years. She liked the free and easy feel of her ample tits swinging freely in front of her. It made the girl feel like a real woman, lusty and sexy and provocative, and in command of her own body. The way the graduate assistant studied her bulging tits now made her want to put on a turtleneck sweater. But his gaze didn't last long on the deep canyon between her creamy white mounds of tit-flesh. Nor did he spend much time studying the hard little nubbins of her nipples poking out and causing creases in her blouse. He smiled as he worked his eyes down to her narrow waist and flaring, womanly hips. Her ass rolled like greased ballbearings when she walked-and _they both knew it.
This was all that kept Jennifer from stalking off. She knew that he would get a large charge out of seeing her ass swaying to and fro as she left. Somehow, that was worse than facing the graduate assistant over the cheating charges. "There might be a way I'll forget about what I saw," he said slowly as if savoring the words.
For a moment, the young girl didn't know what he meant. Then it dawned on her. She had heard others talking about how Dean, the graduate assistant, managed to get a lot of pussy this way. He couldn't be too blatant about the sexual extortion or the professors would catch on, but he got his rocks off regularly with the best-looking coeds in the classes he taught.
"That's blackmail," Jennifer said tartly. "You might call it that. I prefer to call it an enjoyable form of persuasion. Face it, Jennifer, it's nothing you haven't been thinking about doing. I've got eyes. I can see the, uh, problems you've got down there."
Guiltily, the dark-haired coed looked down at her crotch. The tiny wet spot caused by her leaking pussy had spread like wildfire. Now
the dampness was the size of a half dollar. The more she tried to control herself, the bigger the spot became. She felt her panties becoming totally drenched with her frothy, churning fuck-sauces.
"It wasn't meant for you."
"It is now. Unless you want to get that pretty ass of yours booted right on out of this class. Professor Angst would do it on my recommendation, you know."
"And if I put out for you, you won't give me a zero on the test?"
"I'll grade the test with the others and give you whatever you can claim on it."
"I want a 95 percent," Jennifer said, her mind racing. She hated the idea of being sexually used like this, but if she couldn't avoid it, she wanted as much in return as she could possibly get.
The slow smile crossing Dean's face told her she'd just gotten a 95 on the mid-semester exam. But she didn't like what she had to do to get it. It wasn't that Dean was bad looking. Quite the contrary. He was muscular and handsome in a dark sort of way. But he just wasn't her type. There was always something slightly sinister about the graduate assistant, something Jennifer could never quite put her finger on.
`When?" she asked, wanting to get it over with as soon as she possibly could.
"Why not right now? You're hot and bothered and I'm getting hornier by the second thinking about your hot little cunt wrapped around my prick."
"You don't have to be so crude," she said, but his words turned her on. The man was, after all, a psychologist. He knew the exact things that would make her get horny for him. Talking "dirty" was one of them. She didn't know why the sound of those words got her so turned on, but they did.
All her friends used the "forbidden" words of her childhood and she didn't think anything about it. She even used them herself on occasion, but when a man who was sexually interested in her started talking about fucking and stuffing his cock up her cunt, she became uncontrollably horny for him.
"Where?"
"'Right here," he said easily. "This classroom is deserted for the rest of the day." "But students come in here all the time to study. It's quieter than the library this time of day."
"It won't be for long. Especially if you like to scream and shout when you get your rocks off." He laughed as he pulled down his zipper
and let his long prick come flopping out. It was half-erect already. The cock jerked and bucked its way to a full steely hardness. His hard-on was big enough to make Jennifer's mouth begin to water.
And if her mouth was watering, her pussy was drooling even more.
"Here, huh?" she repeated, her eyes fixed on his virile, hard, bucking cock. Licking her lips slowly, she felt the surge of desire in her loins that doomed her,. Dean wasn't the sort she normally fucked, but this was different. Just thinking about Wally had gotten her hot. Now she needed that cock inside her pussy, fucking her for as long as possible to get her off. She had gotten horny thinking of Wally. She could come with Dean's cock in her juicy cunt.
"Right here," he said, his hands moving down her smooth flanks. She sighed as he cupped both her tits at the same time. Squeezing down harder, he crushed her tits flat against her chest. The pain was offset by the more intense pleasure she felt.
She shuddered as both nipples sprang to a rock-hard erection from the way his hands dragged over those rubbery nubbins. The young girl felt her excited heart beginning to hammer out more and more blood into her tits. They welled and the nipples grew to painfully throbbing points.
Harsh fingers clamped down on her nipples and pinched them. The pain lanced into her chest and she shrieked in agony. But that agony changed into pleasure before she could protest the agonizing treatment.
Dean kissed her fully on the lips, his tongue surging hard and driving into her dank mouth. There his tongue duelled erotically with hers. All the while he was exploring her mouth with his hard, questing tongue, he was pinching and fondling her tits.
Her cunt almost exploded when he trapped her tongue between his teeth and started to suck on it.
"Ummmm, God, oh, God, it's great!" she sobbed. "I need you fucking me. Don't stop now. Give it all to me! Shove it in!"
She reached down and found that hard, hot shaft of cock. It pulsed with virile life. She couldn't wait to get it snugly berthed inside her pussy. The woman had to feel its entire length fucking in and out of her cunt, giving her the divine pleasures she knew it could generate in her tender young body.
Jennifer moved so that she perched her ass on the edge of the desk. His hands moved from her tits to her waist, stroking and pinching her flesh. The momentary pain he gave was nothing compared to the promise of cock fucking her cunt.
The dark-haired coed groaned as the graduate assistant began skinning off her tight jeans. He peeled them past her flaring ass, his fingers lightly caressing her flesh as he moved the jeans downward. When he allowed them to drop free around her ankles, she started to kick them off.
"Don't," Dean cautioned. "I like it when your legs are trapped like that."
She felt another surge of irrational desire. Having her jeans down around her ankles made her feel as if he had tied her feet together. She was severely limited in how much she could move. She couldn't even spread her legs like she wanted to!
"Stop," she moaned.
"Don't tear them. Please, oh, ohhhh ! "
She almost came when the ripping sound reached her ears. A ring of fire circled her waist. He had jerked so hard on her panties
that he'd raised a welt where the waistband had been. Another swift, savage jerk and he ripped her panties entirely away from the seething mound of her pussy.
"Shit, baby, you are hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers caressing her puffy cunt-lips and finding the steady flow of fuck juice. "This is going to be a fucking you won't soon forget! "
He put one arm around her waist and another across her forehead, then bent her backwards over the desktop. She felt as if she were a longbow and he was trying to string her. The tension mounted in her belly as her stomach pulled taut. And the more she tried to spread her legs apart and relieve some of the tension, the harder he shoved. The way her jeans tangled her ankles kept her from moving into a more comfortable position.
Then she forgot all about comfort. All that mattered to her was the hot shaft of his prick. He poked it between her fleshy thighs and slowly moved it upwards toward her trembling cunt-lips. The feel of that virile cylinder of cock-flesh so near her pussy made Jennifer tremble in anticipation.
She needed that cock-she needed it badly. "Fuck me," she begged. "I can't stand it without your cock inside me, fucking me, giving my cunt all the ecstasy I can take!"
"You'll get it, baby, and more," he promised. His cock inched upward until the bulbous knob touched her well-oiled cunt-lips.
She almost went berserk with lust then. The nearness of his cock, the promies of the fucking drove her insane with need. She had to have him inside her, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.
"Fuck meeeeee!"
She shrieked as his prick plunged between her cunt-lips and surged into her tight pussy. The walls of her cunt couldn't get out of the way of that battering ram of prick fast enough. She felt as if her guts were being ripped and torn by the forceful entry.
The dark-haired coed cried and sobbed and tried to lift her legs, to get on either side of the man's body. She failed. Her jeans effectively bound her legs together. He bent her backward even more as he rammed deeper into her captive cunt.
Jennifer sobbed and then sighed with relief as her resilient inner pussy-membranes stretched to take his ponderous cock.
"You're so big and swollen inside me," she gasped. "But I need you moving. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt until I can't stand it any more!"
"You'll love every inch of MY pecker," he promised her. "And when you've had enough, I'm going to keep on fucking, You're going to get more than you can handle."
Even in her half-dazed condition from the sudden intrusion of his prick into her juicy cunt, the young girl knew that was a lie. She was deeper than he was long. She could wear out any man and still want more cock. She had done it often enough. At one of Wally's fraternity parties, she had pulled a train six jocks long. And by the time she had finished off number six, Wally was ready for her again. They had left to find a quieter spot to finish off their fucking.
She didn't think Dean would be able to match the performance of six football players. But Jennifer hoped she was wrong. She didn't like the idea of trading her body for a good grade, but if she had to she wanted that cocksucking son of a bitch to give her the best fucking possible.
"More!" she begged loudly. "Give me more, lots more cock!"
He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them behind her. He held them tightly and shoved her down until her back was almost a circular arch. He drove his cock mercilessly into her lewdly exposed cunt. He fucked with long, powerful strokes that lit the fires of passion in the young girl's belly.
Every light touch of his cock-head against her trembling pussy-walls pushed her arousal up another notch. When she started tensing and relaxing her pussy-walls around his cock, she got the first real reaction from the graduate assistant. He gasped and began to dance and jerk around in the hot, erotically tight sheath of her cunt.
"Want more, big boy?" she whispered hotly. "I'm the one who can give it to you!"
She tried grinding her snatch down into his crotch. That didn't work too well since he held her so firmly in place. But she tried and the effort was successful enough to make him groan out loud.
She felt the progress of his jism all the way down his long cock. The shaft swelled up as soon as the jism passed that spot. When it erupted into her hollow, drooling cunt, the young girl was ready for it. The hot spurts of his creamy load filled her to overflowing. All the while he was fucking her, his prick fountained out his hot cum.
By the time he went limp in her hot cunt, she was panting and desiring more. But it wouldn't happen. The coed had already exhausted his cock and she hadn't gotten off.
Jennifer had reached the point where just a little stroking or sucking on her clit would do it, but she didn't think Dean was the type to engage in such things. He would openly sneer at eating her out after he had already come in her pussy. Dean would think there was something unmanly about eating a cunt filled with his own jizz.
Maybe he was right. Jennifer didn't know. All she cared about was the tenseness in her loins. She had to get off. She was screaming with unrelieved sexual need.
"Frig me," she begged. "Finger my clit and get me off. Please!"
"You're out of your mind, you cheating bitch," said Dean, openly sneering at her. He turned and walked off, leaving Jennifer feeling miserable with her pent-up desires. She finally reached down and stroked across her tiny clit with her own finger, getting off but not as strongly as if a man had done it for her.
She eventually left the classroom, feeling cheated and miserable.