Chapter 4
"Well come on Sheila," Tammy yelled, "Don't hold out on me!! Tell me what happened." But Sheila just smirked and sat down in the kitchen looking self-satisfied. There was a long pause.
"Nothing much happened," Sheila said. "I mean it wasn't all that special. I just went up to his office and we talked about organic chemistry. He's a pretty nice guy."
"You mean you didn't ball him?" she asked incredulously.
"Oh yeah," she said. "I balled him. I mean I'm surprised at you Tammy, being so hung-up on that like it's something special." Sheila was smirking broadly.
"You little bitch," Tammy said laughing. "When you got her you were a virgin. So in two weeks you come across talking like it's nothing to ball some guy in his office. You're a pisser!! "
"Well, if you insist," she said, "I'll tell you about it." Sheila leaned back in the kitchen chair until the front legs were off the ground and her back was against the wall
We got to talking about organic chemistry and he was really helping me. He explained what I had missed when I cut. But I was acting dumber than I was. That sort of made me sick but it got what I wanted.
Suddenly I pretended like I had this big flash of recognition, like an epiphany. I grabbed his arm and squeezed it. He like it but he was too cool to start pawing me. I could feel him moving next to me. He really seemed to like it when I pushed my thighs against his under the desk.
We kept talking about some shit, not making very much sense. He was acting sort of cool and stand-offish so I decided I had to make the first move.
I ran my hand down onto his thigh and squeezed. I told him I appreciated his help more than I could tell him. I looked him in the eyes and batted my eyelashes. He was kind of cute, his eyes were blue so it wasn't very hard.
I kept rubbing my hand up and down his thigh and moving closer to him. I could feel him starting to melt and not be so cold. He sneaked his hand around the back of my chair and pulled it around my waist.
His fingers felt nice sort of moving slow and soft over my side. He stretched around until his fingers were kneading my belly. He was good at all the things he did.
When he bent over and licked the inside of my ear, I just sort of went crazy. I started moaning and pawing at him. I wasn't really planning on doing that. It just happened.
He fondled my tits as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He was such a good kisser, he did it hot and sensuously like he wanted to eat me up with each one. I don't know Tammy, I just sort of melted inside.
He started pulling at my blouse and all I wanted him to do was to hurry. I wanted to feel his fingers on my tits. I wanted to feel him push them up against my chest hard.
He yanked my blouse open and I pulled it off my arms. When I threw my arms around him again it felt so good to feel them naked against him. I just had to take all my clothes off.
But he had already opened my skirt and was pulling it off and while I hopped off the chair, he slid the thing to the floor. All for a sudden he was between my legs chewing and moaning.
It was kind of perverted, him crouched down there in his office poking at my crotch and moaning like that. But his fingers kept pulling at my panties and he kissed up and down the inside of my thighs. I liked it when he blew hot on my leg and licked it and blew again to make it cold.
Slowly and sexily he pulled off my panties with his teeth. All the while he had his fingers in and out of my bush. My lips were so wet I could hear his fingers as he pushed in and out.
Then he pulled them all the way off and before I could say anything he had picked me up and put me on his desk. My legs were dangling off and he knelt down until his mouth was at my crotch.
He put his arms around my ass and pulled me until his fingers were stuck good under my ass. My cunt was right on the edge of the desk. He worked his fingers into my crotch and ran them up and down my hole. I was going crazy. I moaned and twisted as he pushed in and out quickly. Each time he pushed I quivered and felt a good hot feeling in my guts.
In and out he churned with his fingers until I was frothing with lust. I remember my mouth was dry because I couldn't keep it closed. I just kept panting as he rammed one finger up into my pussy and the other hand over my tits.
He was moaning too. He crouched down and put his mouth into my pussy. He pulled me still further to the edge of the desk and pushed me down with his free hand. I fell back on the paper and books on top of his desk.
His hand was all over my belly and tits pulling and caressing deliriously. Under me his papers were lumpy and uncomfortable. As I writhed under the caress of his fingers and tongue I pushed the books and paper off onto the floor. But he didn't notice.
I humped my pussy up and down against his mouth. It felt delicious. I couldn't get enough of his tongue sucking on my pussy. His hot lips and wet flashing muscle made me go crazy all over.
I was flailing my arms around and rolling my hips on the desk. The cold metal against my ass felt exciting as he clawed his fingernails across my belly and made me writhe.
He sucked and chewed on my labia until they were swollen and sensitive. He pulled my pubic hair by the root and sucked my clit like a piece of ice.
The wilder he got the more I liked it. I just twisted and turned on the desk. I was all spread out like you see in dirty books. You know he was there sucking on my cunt and I could feel my tits rolling back and forth on my chest as he tugged at the nipples.
But I didn't care about anything except the delicious feeling in my pussy. His fingers pulling the lovelips apart and jamming hot in and out of my cunt felt so wonderful I forgot about everything including the grade.
Well I didn't really forget about it. Once or twice I remembered why I had come on to him in the first place. But I knew that my grade was in the bag. The way I was moving and the way he was moaning with his fingers all over me, he was my slave.
I loved the feeling of knowing that I controlled him with my body. It was a real turn-on to know that all I had to do was to open my blouse so he could see my tits or cross my legs and let him look up my skirt and he would do my bidding.
Anyway, he kept chewing and licking at my belly. I stretched my arm over my head and danced on top of the desk with his tongue up my snatch. He knew just how to nibble and nip on my clit to make me come. Pretty soon I was moaning and rolling under him.
The flashes came up through my belly and spread where his fingers touched my nipples. He rolled them in his fingers and I pumped my ass up and down at him.
Then he did such a great thing. He pushed his thumbs into my cunt and his forefingers up into my ass. The rest of his fingers he curled around up my ass crack. My ass-hole was wet and open for him. He seemed to like the feel of his fingers up my tight hole because he jammed it all the way up and kept moaning.
Harder and harder he rammed his finger into my ass-hole and I kept tightening it there. Harder and harder I pumped at his hand and he pushed until it felt as if he had his fingers up into my belly. All the while he kept chewing on my clit and making me moan.
Faster and faster he twirled his fingers around in me until I was coming hot and heavy. I don't remember how many times I came on his fingers. Each one was different.
The first was a blinding hot twist of lust and I just kept twisting until I felt that tingle spread out over me like a wave of cream.
He kept sucking and twisting until I was moaning again and the next orgasm just sneaked up on me until I was pumping hard short jerks on his fingers until I came.
That went on more and more until I was lying limp on the table begging for him to fuck me. I was spread-eagled on my back and my head was thrown back with my eyes closed.
I didn't see him strip off his clothes. The first time I knew he had his clothes off was when I felt his prick up my vagina. I was so wet he just leaned it into me and it slipped all the way into the hilt.
It felt so good in there!! I started coming as soon as it wa all the way against the back of my pussy. I pumped and rolled at him.
He must have been pretty hot by that time to. He felt all sweaty when I pulled him on top of me. His chest was going up and down and he crushed my ass against the desk as he pumped into me harder and harder.
He couldn't wait but neither could I. I was screaming for him to come. He clamped his hand over my mouth I guess because he didn't want anyone to hear. I kept chewing on it as he pressed me hard against the desk and licked my nipples in his hot mouth.
Over and over again he twisted and jammed his cock up me. I could feel the tip rubbing against the wall of my vagina. I wanted him to come so badly. Each stroke I pulled my legs high around his hips. My ass was bobbing up and down and my knees were over my head.
Harder and faster he rammed his prick into me and I started coming again. This time it was a hard driving feeling which came in time to his thrust. Each long stroke of his cock from the tip all the way back into my cunt made me moan and melt.
I was bawling my brains out but his fingers in my mouth kept anyone from hearing. He clawed at my shoulders and grabbed handfuls of flesh. Over and over he jammed into me in flowing strokes. His fingers kept kneading my body and mine were digging into his back.
I had my feet around his back and twisted him from side to side inside me. But it was his long hard strokes which really made me go crazy.
Each one seemed to go deeper than the last until I was coming again. This time it was long and drawn out. Moaning and twisting I started coming and he shivered all over. Stroking furiously into me he shouted that he was coming.
His face was beet-red and his hands groped over me. Faster he buried his mouth in my tits and sucked. Then he was biting hard and sucking into me until he pain was like a rod of fire on my chest.
But his cock pulling at my love lips turned any feeling into pleasure. I was melting against him as he shot his stream of white-hot cream into me making me come hard and agonizingly against him.
Moaning and twisting into me he shot his load deep as I cam kissing his neck and face with hot heavy kisses of desire and joy.
We were both panting on top of the desk, completely wiped out. He snaked his arms around me and lifted me off the desk without taking his cock out of me. Carrying me with his dick inside me, we sat down on the couch.
Tammy, it was delicious to be carried with his cock still up inside me. He was still hard. I guess he hadn't made it in a long time. Or maybe I just really turn him on. Whatever, when we sat down I had my legs wrapped around him and I was moving up and down on his dick as it shoved in and out of me.
Faster and faster I kept bucking and twisting until I heard him shout and he clawed my back. Up and down he dug in and then grabbed my ass just as hard. Faster and faster I twisted on his prick and he kind of reached down into my crotch.
He pressed my lips against his dick as it went in and out. He pinched each one and pulled and then he pushed against my clit. It was so nice. Harder and harder he pushed and I started coming. I was shivering all over asi if I had had me feet in ice water or something.
He kept pumping his belly and hips back and forth poking his dick into me. He had my ass in his hands and he kept jamming me down against his cock. Faster and faster we clutched at each other until he came. Deep and full I felt him flood up inside me and then I couldn't feel anything because I was coming to.
The feeling spread up from my crotch and seemed to wrap all the way around just like he was doing. Rocking back and forth in his arms I came and came until I was limp there and he was spent too.
"That's a pretty good story Sheila," Tammy said. "Especially for little Sheila Overton, the small town girl who hadn't been around. You certainly have been making up for lost time." Sheila leaned back further against the wall and felt wonderful. Now she would get a sure "A" in organic chemistry. Maybe one or two fucks with the professor that term would assure that. She could keep him on the string for weeks and satisfy him with a little action. It would be so easy.
"yeah," Sheila said "I've got a lot of time to make up. All those years sitting in my room studying and getting hornier every second. Well at least I learned how to masturbate Some people are even afraid of doing that."
"Yeah but a good fuck is so much better than doing it yourself," Tammy said. "There's no comparison." Sheila nodded but she was only half listening to Tammy.
Somehow in her mind had flashed a picture of Professor Rosen down on his knees between her legs sucking at her. His mouth was churning and he was making sucking and blowing sounds. He sounded as grateful as a thirsty man on a desert would be at finding water.
His face was a mask of lust and joy as he plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was writhing under his tongue loving every second of it. But it made her nervous.
His panting and groaning had been such a turn-on when he had been nibbling at her inner lips. But as she remembered them, it made her a little queasy. Tammy noticed Sheila's sudden disquiet and asked her what the matter was.
"There's nothing wrong," Sheila said unconvincingly. "What makes you think there's something wrong?" Tammy shrugged and gave her friend a quizzical look. But Sheila said nothing and they dropped it.
But that strange feeling of disquietude stayed with her until she thought she was really going to crack. Every place she went, she kept hearing Professor Rosen's hoarse pleading voice as he lapped at her pussy and then slammed his dick up inside her.
She had loved it so much when he was doing it. I don't understand, she thought to herself. Why can't I get him out of my mind? Why does it still bother me what we did? don't want to get hung up like that!
That went on for days. She went to class and came home to Tammy in a daze. She hardly talked to people and when she did, she never felt as if she was there.
It got so bad that Tammy finally pressed her about it. Sheila by that point was feeling very lost and confused. She didn't mind very much really when Tammy started to pry.
"I don't know," Sheila said as she sat on the couch in the living room with her head propped in her hands. Her eyes were closed and she was staring blind into the room. "I just feel crummy," she said, after a long pause. It was hard for Sheila to tell her those things.
Telling Tammy that she was hung up about fucking was like telling her mother that she HAD been fucking. At least Sheila felt that way.
Sheila tried to skirt the issue and told Tammy that she didn't know if she wanted to be a doctor, which was true. All the feelings about balling the teacher to get a good grade had made her feel like it wasn't worth anything to be a doctor. It was almost as if she thought that was what she would have to do all the time to become a doctor.
"I don't know," Sheila said, desperately groping to get it out. "Ever since I made it with Professor Rosen, I have felt strange. I think I'm sort of sorry that I did it.
"In a way it kind of makes it not worth it to be a doctor. I mean, what does it mean if all you have to do is fuck the professor to get an "A" in organic. That's supposed to be one of the hardest courses in school!"
"I don't really understand," Tammy said. "After all, if you want to be a doctor, you should do everything you can to be one. It doesn't mean anything what you get in organic. You could probably be a great doctor even if you failed it.
"So you found a way to get around it. So what? Do you want to spend five hours a night studying organic? Is that what you want to do?"
Sheila remembered how good it felt to trip at the party. She remembered how good it had felt to have that tall blonde guy fuck her when she was feeling so frightened. She didn't want to give that up.
"You can't go running around every night and lay every guy you see and still study enough to get good grades," Tammy said. "It's impossible. Maybe you could have a boyfriend who you slept with but even he would have to come second to your studies."
Sheila made a face involuntarily. That was most certainly what she didn't want. The idea of a steady boyfriend appalled her. She wanted to be free to fuck with whoever she wanted.
That was that.
"See," Tammy said when she saw Sheila's reaction, "I knew that's not what you wanted. So I'm telling you, you can use anything or method to get what you want.
"If it's money or good grades or people, you have to go out and get it. Anything is fair as long as you are trying to get what you want."
They sat there at an impasse for a few minutes. Then Tammy brightened. "Look, you don't have any classes tomorrow. I have a great idea how we can spend tonight. I have to go call someone."
Sheila wanted to protest and ask what Tammy had in mind. But something which wanted the same thing kept her from asking. She didn't want Tammy to dissuade her from fucking around. She wanted Tammy to tell her that it was all right to fuck and make love no matter what the consequences. That was what she liked most about Tammy. She seemed to do just what she liked. She didn't seem to be worried that someone would think she was this or that. She just did it.
Tammy got off the phone and came back in beaming. "We're really going to have a good time together," she said. "I just called up John and he'll be right over."
"What's he coming over for?" Sheila asked half-knowing the answer already. Tammy smiled and told her to wait and find out.
In her mind, Sheila knew what John was coming over for. She had heard his name bandied about in conversation. His full name was John Shepherd and he was a guy about twenty-five who lived in the neighborhood.
He was at one time a student but he had either graduated or dropped out. He had odd jobs, sometimes as a teacher, sometimes as a social worker. Other times he would turn up as a salesman at a drugstore.
He was like a chameleon. Whatever situation he was put in, he blended right in. He was perfectly capable of turning up one night at a party with a beard and hair over his shoulders and the next day downtown with no beard and a short haircut.
Sheila had seen him once or twice on campus. He was cute in a very unstriking way. He didn't so much stand out in a crowd as NOT stand out. While everyone else was scurrying around from one place and appointment to the next, he always seemed to have time to kill and hours to spend just being mellow and friendly.
That, plus his age, was what probably attracted the hordes of young girls to him. He was never without female companionship and he always seemed to be in bed with some new girl when friends came to call.
His laid back attitude about everything seemed to work like a charm on the undergraduates so used to frantic and insecure guys their own age.
Whatever the charm he had, he had a reputation. Most of the women who had been around the community a little while made fun of him. Every time they heard about another exploit of his, they jeered. But there were very few who passed up the opportunity to ball him and those who had somehow missed his attentions listened with concealed jealousy to the stories of those who hadn't.
"Hello there," he said as Tammy opened the door. He was short and rather fuzzy-looking, with dark-brown curls. His face was smooth and his frank eyes looked at them both with a twinkle.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," he said with a laugh. He came in and Tammy introduced him to Sheila.
"I've seen you around campus," John said. "I wondered who you were but I just never seemed to be able to say hello. Hello." He stuck out his hand and shook hers.
"You know, you're pretty difficult to miss on campus," he said, gesturing to her size and figure. "Everyone I know has asked me who you were because I'm supposed to know everyone, especially women."
She blushed and Tammy took him by the hand and led him into her room. Her bed was up on a board, mounted on cinderblocks and they sat down there.
"Ah, some killer weed," John said as Tammy took out the crock full of grass. She pulled put the plastic bag and carefully made three gigantic joints.
"This is really dynamite grass John," she said lighting the first joint and taking a short toke. Then she passed it to John. He took a puff and then another. He swelled up like a blowfish and his face got red.
"You always were a hog," Tammy said to him. Then turning to Sheila she said, "You have to be careful with John and grass. Sometimes you pass him a joint and you never get it back! He's the original grass hog!"
She burst out laughing and so did John sending what seemed like two lungfuls of smoke in Sheila's direction. It smelled good to her as she sniffed. Then she took the joint and dragged deeply on it. Tammy was right.
It was powerful stuff and as soon as the first hit was in her lungs, she felt everything slow and loosen. Her whole body just seemed to start to flow over itself. The muscles in her back and chest eased up and she leaned back on her elbows feeling much better.
She handed the joint to Tammy and watched the short girl's delicate fingers as she took the cigarette. Her fingers and arms were slender and delicate and Sheila followed them as she pulled the joint to her lips.
She saw her thin lips part and take the cigarette between. She saw the delicate moist surfaces as they spread across her face.
Her thin nose and the sculptured line of her cheeks entranced Sheila. She stared at her ears, made perfect and gentle as if they had been sculpted from wax.
She followed the line of her neck down until it disappeared beneath her thin wine-dark sweater. Underneath, Sheila saw her firm hard breasts, braless and proud. Her nipples were stiff with the grass and the excitement of the evening she had arranged.
Sheila caught her self as her eyes were wandering down her friend's belly. Her slim waist, so tender and lovely it would be to handle!
But she's a girl! Sheila's brain screamed at her. Her whole head whirled as she tried to make herself look elsewhere. But the more she tried to tear her eyes away, the more she couldn't.
Like an obsession, she had to look at the bulge in Tammy's pants. No matter how she wrestled with herself, her eyes were drawn as if they were steel and her crotch a magnet.
Then, furtively she looked and saw her mons tight against the worn blue jeans Tammy had on. Her shapely legs, more powerful than her body would seem to deserve, shifted under the fabric tight as she leaned forward and gave John the joint.
As she stretched, Sheila had to look at the bulge of her firm breasts against the tight thin sweater. Her nipples seemed to have grown and they hung stiff and so squeezable under the thin fabric.
"Here," John said, his face up close to Sheila's and the joint in his hand. He held it out in front of her and she started as if from a dream. It seemed such a long time since she had stared at Tammy's tits, yet it couldn't have been more than ten seconds.
"It's okay," he said offering it to her again. "It won't hurt you." She took his whole hand unsteadily in hers and brought it to her lips. She took a long drag off the joint and held it way down deep inside.
It swirled around her lungs, burning with the heat and smoke. Yet she could feel it course into her blood and she held it in longer and longer.
Then with a painful throb, she could hold it in no longer. In a rush, she spilled the air from her lungs and the dizzy high feeling washed over her.
She was swaying back and forth, like a tower in the wind. Then toppling far over in slow motion, she fell to the bed. As she hit she rolled from side to side sighing with sweet relief.
For what seemed like a long time, she lay and listened to their words. But she couldn't make sense of the syllables. They were broken and kept garbling and reforming themselves into snatches of imaginary conversation.
It was a long time it seemed to Tammy since she had looked at Tammy's lovely face. It was so delicate and beautiful. It seemed so harmless to look at her like that. Her body was just a body like anyone else's.
What did it matter if she looked at it? What did it matter even if she touched it a little? What if she wanted to touch it a lot? It really didn't matter.
"How are you doing, Sheila?" John said with his mouth very near her ear. She could feel the heat of his body and the depression in the bed where he rested his weight.
She smiled vacantly and turned toward him. "I'm fine," she said and he ran his fingertips up and down her neck. She turned her head to the other side to give him more room to stroke. It felt so nice she wanted him to do it more.
He nibbled at her ear and ran the tip of his tongue inside. She sighed deeper with each wet lick. It sounded like the sea when he shoved the tip of his tongue in her sound hole. Wet and close she could hear him lapping.
He reached down and opened her jeans. It was so unexpected and welcomed. She didn't realize how they were constricting her until she felt them off. Then her bare belly felt wonderful.
"Yes," she smiled, her eyes half-closed as he pulled her pants down her long, full thighs and calves. "That feels good."
He stroked his fingers up her belly and caressed under her T-shirt. Her full tits lay like luscious mounds of whipped cream, soft and yielding on her chest.
He pulled her nipple between his fingers and she was so warm and sexy. He blew hot air on her belly and she writhed back and forth. He licked out her bellybutton and the wet beautiful feeling was so nice.
Murmuring softly in the back of her throat, she felt someone taking her T-shirt off. She opened her eyes and there was Tammy, naked and smiling, pulling off her T-shirt.
Sheila wiggled under their fingers. At her pussy, John played his lips and she moved her ass back and forth on the bed.
He mounted on the bed and pulled off his shirt and shoes, she saw his compact body, his full chest and flat muscled stomach. Tammy's fingers were on her tits pulling them gently in soft strokes as she watched John undress.
He opened his pants and she saw the thin tangle of hair on his belly thicken as it plunged own toward his crotch. He yanked his pants off his hips and slid them off.
His hard cock stood out from his body rigid with desire. She reached up to touch it and his whole belly. She pulled him down on top of her, caressing his stomach and nibbling on his nipples.
He laughed as she started chewing hard and gave hers a more-than-playful tweak. But it felt luscious to her. She rolled her tit around at his hand and he ran his fingers into her creamy snatch.
Her love lips were drenched and her hair was sopping with anticipatory come. He pulled at them and his fingers were sticky with her juice.
Sheila was moving, completely unconscious of anything but his body on top of her. Naked and hard she felt him move and then his prick was against her cunt.
She shivered as if someone had prodded her with an electric charge. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him down. Her vagina was wet but tight.
His thick cock pressed at her lips and pushed into the mass of sopping flesh. She reached around and clawed at his back, down into his ass she reached and grabbed a hunk of ass.
He sighed as she dug her fingers deep into one buttock and he slid deep into her creamy hole. She moaned as his cock buzzed down into her and he started stroking.
He pushed her up so her ass was off the bed and her legs were almost bent double back on her tits. She felt spread wide open and his cock was buried to the hilt in her sweet roll.
She rocked around, her long legs pressed between her tits and his chest. He stroked the side and back of her thighs with his fingernails. Each stroke she whimpered with delight.
She threw her head from side to side and panted with lust. Then she felt a hand on her ankles pulling her legs straight up.
John bounced and slammed up and down in her spread legs and Sheila saw Tammy standing over them holding her legs high.
She pulled them apart and Sheila danced her ass around on the bed in lust. It felt so wild to have Tammy pull her legs apart like that with John between them.
Harder and harder he plunged his cock back and forth at her vaginal wall. Each stroke pulled her lips against her clit and seemed to pull her belly apart with a tingling.
Tammy inched her hands down Sheila's legs until she was holding on around the knees. Then she lowered herself down carefully so her cunt was spread just above Sheila's panting lips.
Ever so slowly she lowered herself the last few inches, letting Sheila smell the fragrant lips and feel John's prick tearing paths of desire through her middle.
Then she pushed her pussy down onto Sheila's face and felt her friend lick and chew as John pounded his powerful penis up into her.
Dancing under the grass haze and the luscious love strokes, Sheila moaned and came hard. Her belly tingled and her tits felt as if they were melting in his fingers as they pulled on her.
Faster and harder she chewed on Tammy as the small blonde girl bucked and twisted hard on her mouth. The three of them twisting and coming pounded against each other until they all exploded in moaning, roaring orgasms.
John spurted deep and hard into Sheila as she lapped and chewed at Tammy. Her mouth was aching with the fatigue of sucking and chewing like that. But her lips and tongue kept gnawing on her clit until Tammy was shrieking with delight.
Sheila's hands were clawing at both of them. She found Tammy's ass-hole and jammed her finger up into it, feeling the rough membranes high up her shit chute.
The three of them rocked and sucked at each other until they were spent and then fell in a heap of spit and come. But lying next to each other only excited them more.
John crawled on top of Tammy as she lay exploring Sheila's ass-hole with her tongue. Deep up her friend's rear hole, she had her tongue as John slammed his hard prick into her vagina from the rear.
Tammy and John stroked Sheila as she himped her ass up at them, grooving on the feeling of all those hands on her.
Tammy held her tits and John had his fingers on her crotch as they rolled from side to side on the hard bed.
Moaning and twisting, Sheila came with fingers and tongues all over her. Pulling harder and harder, John made her come around his fingers as he shot his hot come into Tammy who writhed between them, her ass creamy and smooth against his loins.