Chapter 2
After Nick had emptied his balls into Gilda's hot mouth, he fell backwards into the bed and simply lay there gasping frantically for air. His muscular body was covered with small beads of sweat, and the ridges of his hairy belly were heaving up and down furiously from the orgasmic ordeal.
"Shit, Gilda! That was beautiful. It really was," Nick gasped excitedly.
"Your penis is so big, Nick. I just love to feel it in my mouth," she replied. She squeezed his meat and then bent her head to it and licked the remaining drops of come from the tip. Nick winced as she did so. But she took the entire head into her mouth and licked it clean, swallowing down the remaining ball juice greedily.
"Oh, Gilda, the feel of your mouth and tongue on my penis is absolutely incredible," Nick gasped excitedly. He raised his head from the pillow and glanced down at her as she laved and kissed the meaty cock head affectionately, like a mother cat licking her kittens. Then she looked up at him and smiled.
"Nicky, you know that you have a beautiful penis," she remarked hungrily. Then she gave the fleshy shaft a mighty squeeze, ringing the very last droplets of creamy white sperm from the hole in the cock head. She bent her head once again to the prick. Her tongue darted from between her lips and flicked up the sticky ball-juice. She swallowed it all down rapaciously.
Nick watched her eagerly as she laved his organ. Then he reached out with his hand and teased the nipples of her breasts, making them taut to the touch. Gilda raised her head again from his groin and smiled.
"Gilda, your body is beautiful, too. You know it is. Sometimes I feel that you enjoy torturing me with it," Nick remarked softly.
Gilda did not reply immediately. Instead she looked away with an uncomfortable expression on her face and ran her hands through his sweaty crotch with long passionate strokes.
"Gilda, look at me," Nick said suddenly. She turned and looked into his face, her long black hair falling softly around her shoulders.
"You know that I can't go on this way much longer. I want to feel myself inside you, Gilda. I want to fuck!" Nick said soberly as he squeezed her hand in his.
"Oh, Nicky, please," she replied, turning away from his intense gaze. He squeezed her hand once more to get her attention.
"Look at me, Gilda. This is it. We've got to talk about the whole situation. I want to stick my cock inside you, and you know that perfectly well. I'm tired of just getting a blow-job every time we go out," Nick said with an edge of irritation in his voice.
"Come on, Nicky! I don't want to talk about it now!" she snapped back at him, pulling her hand from his.
"Damn it! We're going to settle this fucking thing before we leave!" Nick shouted back at her. Then he sat up in bed and lit another cigarette staring at her angrily. She rose from the side of the motel room bed and walked slowly around the room, her naked breasts shimmering softly in the early morning sunlight as it crept through the window.
"I'm sorry, Nicky. Really I am. I realize that it must be very difficult for you," Gilda said. Then she looked back at him as she sat her bare ass down on the edge of the dresser. She ran a finger absent-mindedly through the dust on the formica top as she waited for his reply.
Nick stared at her with a frown crossing his face. He knew that this was the moment of truth. He took another big drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke noisily.
"Shit, Gilda, you know that I really like you a lot. But I'm tired of playing these childish games," he said with a note of frustration. His hand went to his groin and he scratched his cock.
"Oh, Nick. Please let's not fight again," she begged.
"Crap! I'm tired of not being able to fuck you, Gilda! You don't understand how frustrating it is for a man," Nick replied.
Gilda glared at him angrily, almost defensively.
"Oh, Nicky, you're such an animal! Is that all you can think about?" she shouted at him and then began to pace the floor in front of the bed.
"What do you mean?" Nick laughed sarcastically.
"You understand!" she shouted back at him.
Nick put out his cigarette in the ashtray that sat on the night-table and got out of the bed. He walked into the azure-tiled bathroom and ran cold water over his face, trying to rinse the fatigue and frustration from his face. He was a stud. A big stud. Probably the best known womanizer on the whole damn campus of Madison College. Yet it was Gilda Mayhew, sitting nude in the bedroom of the motel, who had presented the biggest challenge to him. They had been dating for two years, and she had not allowed him to fuck her sloshing twat. But this morning he was determined to find out why. Nick dried his face with one of the fluffy white towels that hung over the chrome towel rack. He tossed it around his neck and walked nude back into the bedroom. He sat down wearily on the edge of the bed and looked up at her.
"Gilda, I don't understand how you can go on without feeling my cock inside your belly," he said earnestly.
"Look, Nick! I don't want to talk about it! Now let's go! I have an early class today!" she replied huffily and began to slip into her bra.
"You know, Gilda, that you're really trying my patience, and for a long time," Nicholas said. He stood up and walked across the carpeting to where she stood, getting dressed. He placed his hands on her shoulders. But she jerked away rudely.
"All right! This is it, Gilda! I've had it!" Nick shouted angrily at her. He turned abruptly and picked up his clothing, slipping hastily into his faded levis and madras sports shirt. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tied the laces of his tennis sneakers.
Meanwhile, Gilda had finished dressing in stony silence. She picked up her purse and opened the door of the room, stepping outside into the cool air of the new summer morning.
"Hurry up, Nick!" she shouted.
"Just one fucking minute!" he shouted out to her. Then he looked up to see her standing at the doorway, one hand on the jamb, glaring angrily at him.
"Nick, you don't have to be so crude! There are other people out here!" she whispered gruffly.
"Well, fuck 'em!" he shouted at her in response, hoping that everyone would hear. He grabbed his car-keys and walked outside to where she stood, slamming the motel room door loudly behind him.
"Get in," he said to her, pointing to his car.
"Look, Nicky, I'm not going to get in the car with you while you're upset," Gilda said, placing her hands on her hips and staring at him disapprovingly.
Nick smiled at her and opened the door, sliding smoothly into he front seat of his big orange and white convertible. He leaned over the open window and looked at her.
"Are you coming, Gilda?" he asked.
"Not while you're in this mood!" she screamed back at him, glaring angrily. This was the last straw for Nick. Not only would Gilda Mayhew not allow him to ram his big ten-inch cock into her furry cunt, but she didn't even want to discuss it. And after two years, in the parking lot of the Starlite Motel, Nicholas Blake decided that he had had enough. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and started the engine. He threw the car into gear and slowly began to back out from his space into the asphalt drive.
Gilda looked rather startled and ran up the car window, looking at him with a pleading expression on her face.
"Nick, what are you doing?" she begged. He smiled cruelly at her.
"Gilda, you can walk back to campus for all I care. A long walk might loosen up that tight little cunt of yours," Nick smirked in reply. Gilda stopped dead in her tracks.
"You bastard!" she shouted at him. But Nick didn't care. He continued to back the car out. Then he sped off onto the highway, leaving Gilda Mayhew behind him in a cloud of dust.
As he drove back to campus, Nick decided to forget all about Gilda. He wanted a tasty piece of cunt that he could fuck endlessly for a while. Some nice-looking little freshman coed, who had heard of his reputation, and wanted to find out whether or not it was true.
"Cunt! I want a big cunt to fuck!" Nick shouted crazily as he sped down the highway back to Madison College.
About five minutes later, he lurched through the gates of the school and sped across campus to his fraternity house. He parked the car and ran through the front door.
"Hi, stud!" one of his fraternity brothers shouted as he ran out the door past Nick with a load of school books under his arm.
"Is there any pussy in the house? I'm horny!" Nick shouted sarcastically. He stood in the foyer of the house and cupped his hands over his mouth.
"I'm horny!" he screamed out. His voice seemed to reverberate off the walls.
"Fuck you!" came the reply from upstairs in a chorus. Shit, I've got to get a nice piece of ass before I go completely insane, Nick thought to himself. He wheeled around and rushed back out the door. About half-way up the side-walk he ran into another one of his brothers.
"Hi, Bob," Nick said, "Listen, who was that nice-looking piece that you were with last night?"
"Oh, that was Diane. Diane Sandeman," the other stud replied, scratching his crotch.
"Does she fuck?" Nick asked feverishly.
"Does she fuck? Would I have taken her out if she didn't?" Bob replied, briskly brushing past Nick and hurrying into the house.
A pussy at last! Nick gasped excitedly to himself as he got back into his car and drove off quickly to the girls' dormitory. He was determined to pick up Diane that very morning for a hot session of fucking. And since his cock was already half-stiff he knew he would have to make it fast.
About twenty minutes later, Nicholas and the hot young coed were headed towards the lake for a nice picnic. But Nick knew that the only thing he would be eating was Diane's juicy little pussy.
"So how do you like Madison?" Nick said to Diane as she sat next to him in the front seat of his convertible.
"Oh, I just adore it!" the cute little red-head said. She smiled up at him, showing off her freckles and peaches-and-cream complexion to advantage. Nick felt his penis getting hotter and harder by the minute as the sweet aroma of the young tart's body wafted into his nostrils. He shifted his ass nervously in the seat, clutching harder at the steering wheel.
"That's great," Nick replied, smiling back at her.
"And the guys in your fraternity are so nice," she added.
"Yes, they're a great bunch of guys!" Nick laughed nervously. He slowed down the car and turned off onto the gravel road that led to the lake.
"Gosh, I've never been out here before," Diane said. She looked around excitedly at the green trees and thick underbrush.
"Sure, it's a great Utile spot for all kinds of things," Nick commented.
"Oh, really?" Diane said with a salacious smile. "Just what kind of things go on out here?"
Nick felt his pecker palpitate with desire. He looked back at her and grinned.
Suddenly Diane reached across the front seat and placed her hand on his levied pants leg. His meat stirred excitedly in the crotch of his trousers.
"I've heard that all the girls really like you, Nicky," she said with a little smile. Diane began to run her fingers in coy little strokes up and down the inside of his thigh. Nick felt his come beginning to rumble around inside his balls.
"Gee, thank you, Diane. I've heard some great things about you too," he replied-politely. But his mind was on the fact that Diane Sandeman was the whoriest little tramp on the whole campus of Madison College.
Diane had already let about half the guys in Nick's fraternity screw her, and she had even been the principal attraction of a festive gang-bang in the locker room of the gym, one evening after basketball practice. She also had a reputation for giving the best blow-jobs. But Nick's mind was on the heated little slit between her legs. She can suck me off on the way home, Nick thought to himself as he brought the flashy convertible to a stop in a clump of live oaks.
"Let's go down to the beach!" Diane shouted excitedly. She flung open the door of the car and went running through the trees and shrubbery to the water's edge.
Nick watched excitedly as her little buttocks swayed invitingly back and forth beneath the tight one-piece wool-knit dress she wore. Nick smiled as he recalled that he had also heard that she never wore underwear. He chuckled happily to himself and got out of the car. He grabbed a big red and blue checkered quilt from the trunk along with a six-pack of beer that he had brought just to feed Diane to get her high.
"Hurry up, Nicky! The water feels wonderful," she shouted back to him. She had taken off her shoes and was now wading into the water. Then she bent over and her dress hiked up the back of her legs, showing off her rounded little buttocks to Nick's lustful gaze. Shit, he said to himself, after I fuck her pussy, I think I'll ram my dong up that firm little ass of hers.
Nick spread the blanket on the sand and stripped off his shirt. The bright summer sun baked down on his shoulders and seemed to make him even hornier.
"How about a beer?" Nick asked Diane as he popped the top off one of the icy-cold metal cans.
"Oooooh! That sounds wonderful! I love to drink before noon!" she squealed excitedly. She took the can from his hand and stretched out on the warm blanket, guzzling the beer happily. She shifted her bare legs around seductively as Nick spread himself out beside her and slurped at the golden liquid.
"Oh, Nick, this is really fun!" Diane smiled at him. Then she looked at her body and frowned.
"You're going to get all sunburned, though. You better let me spread some lotion on your arms and shoulders," she added.
"Great!" Nick replied, hoping she would put some on his stiff cock to lubricate it for fucking her twat.
"Oooh! Your muscles are so hard and strong!" Diane gasped in amazement as she spread some lotion over Nick's pectorals. He lay back on the blanket, savoring the feel of Diane's hungry hands on his well-muscled body.
"You're doing a good job, Diane," Nick remarked. He folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Diane ran her hands across his hairy chest, mixing the creamy suntan lotion into the coarse mat of blonde hair. Then she let her fingers roam across his hairy belly, rubbing his navel, casually letting her hand slip to the area beneath.
By now, Nick's throbbing cock was rock-hard, and he was ready to cram it into Diane's hot, juicy little hole, all the way up to the hilt.
"There! That should keep you from burning!" Diane announced. She put the top back on the tube and leaned across Nick's naked torso. She placed her fingers on his lips and smiled at him.
"Did I do a good job, Nicky?" Diane asked cutely.
"You sure did, but you didn't finish," Nick said, reaching up and running his hands through her red hair. Then he pulled her down into his embrace and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. He darted his tongue deep in between her lips, running it over the roof of her mouth.
Diane responded by stretching her body out across the top of his, running her hands through his hair, and playing with his curly sideburns. Then she began moving her hips in a circular motion over his groin. Nick's cock felt like it was about to blast a hot load of cream right through the denim material of his jeans.
He worked his hand up the back of her dress until his fingers grasped hold of the zipper. Then with slow, deliberate movements, he pulled it down until the back of her dress was open to the waist. He ran his hand across the smooth flesh of her backside. He let it roam down to her buttocks. Indeed, the rumors he had heard were true, for little Diane Sandeman was not wearing any underwear. The very fact excited him terribly and he felt his big cock start to throb for release.
Meanwhile, Diane continued to run and twist her body across his belly and crotch as they kissed. She gripped his muscular shoulders with her fingers and dug them into the firm flesh. Nick slid the dress first off one shoulder and then the other. Then he managed to sit up and pull it down around her legs and totally off her body. When she was completely naked, Diane rolled off his body onto her back across the red and blue checkered blanket. She pulled her legs together just enough so that her juicing twat was not visible to Nick's lustful gaze. However a reddish patch of pubic hair showed just above her hole. She smiled up at him, running one of her fingers over his belt buckle.
"Why don't you take off those pants, Nick? I want to see just how much of a stud you really are," she smirked like a true little whore.
"All right, baby. You asked for it," Nick replied as he sat up on his knees before her. He reached down to his crotch and undid the buckle and snap. Then he pulled down the zipper part way so that his white undershorts were visible.
"Now, it's your turn," he said, placing his hands on his hips. Nick wanted to give Diane the surprise of her life by reaching inside and pulling out a ten-inch piece of stud cock meat.
Her hands groped his penis inside his crotch and her eyes began to glisten with excitement. Nick could practically see her mouth watering as she fumbled with his zipper. He was hoping that her little cunt was watering too.
"Ooooh, your penis is so big!" she gasped excitedly with a smirking grin as she grabbed a hold of Nicky's cock and gave it a hungry squeeze.
"You like it, baby?" he asked proudly. Then he thrust his groin forward so that she could reach down to his hairy underbelly and grope his king-sized balls.
"I love men who are really well-hung," Diane announced with a teasing pout. She pulled the blonde hairs that grew across his testicles as she squeezed his nuts.
"Take it out," Nick directed. She smiled and undid the snap and tugged until his levis and shorts were down to his knees. His groin was now exposed to her lustful gaze, and she began to roll her hips excitedly in anticipation of feeling his cock rammed up her cunt.
Nicky stood up and peeled the pants quickly from around his feet and tossed them in a heap with her clothing. His mighty penis was now completely stiff and stuck out straight from his crotch. His huge nuts swayed back and forth invitingly in the hairy, leather-like pouch between his legs. When he had finished stripping away the levis he sat back down on the blanket next to Diane.
Silently, Nick bent his head down to where she lay and began to kiss the nipples of her breasts. His tongue darted from between his lips and he laved the firm tits.
"Oh, Nicky, your body is beautiful. All the girls were right!" Diane said with a sudden note of passion in her voice.
"Thanks," Nick replied modestly as he pressed his lips together over the swollen nipples of her projectiles.
"The girls told me that they used to go over to the fraternity house just to watch you play football with your shirt off so that they could see your body," Diane confided. The remark made Nick feel even bolder and more confident.
"How about my cock?" he smirked.
She looked up at him and squeezed his meat with her fingers.
"I can't say right now, Nicky. You'll have to try it out on my testing ground," Diane teased him. Then she began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. She helped him strip it off, until he was completely naked alongside her on the blanket.
Suddenly he felt incredibly horny. He wanted to force himself into her without any foreplay, ram his meat in and out a couple of times, and then fill her up with a hot load of come. But he decided that he would have to be gentle and really take his time. After all, he thought to himself, I may want to fuck this little whore on a regular basis.
"Oh, Nicky, I've heard that you're such a stud! Please treat me like all the girls say you treat women!" Diane begged. She began pumping her naked body against him, writhing and twisting with desire on the hot blanket that covered the sand underneath.
"What kind of things have you heard?" Nick asked her teasingly. He figured that the more she talked about fucking, the hotter she was going to get. And he was right.
"Oh, Nick, they say that you like to fuck 'dog-style.' That really turns me on!" Diane confessed excitedly. She began to pump his swollen cock meat up and down in her hand. Nick felt the head beginning to swell and get ready to spurt a thick load of come.
"Hey! Take it easy, Diane," he complained. "I want to shoot off my cock inside you, not in your hand. He pulled her fingers from his throbbing tool.
"Do you want to be fucked dog-style?" Nick asked her. He placed his hand at the juncture of her legs trying to pry them apart and get his hand over her pussy.
"Oooooh, Nick!" Diane moaned as she thrust her crotch upward against his probing fingers. Then she spread her leg just enough for him to work his fingers over her heated pussy lips.
"I want to fuck you, Diane! Now," Nick panted hungrily.
Diane did not reply, but she twisted her body and began to kiss his chest, licking his nipples and sucking at the thick mat of blonde hair that covered his pectorals. Then she lowered her head and began to lave his navel and belly with her tongue, kissing and nipping at the well-muscled flesh. Nick felt his cock begin to palpitate with anticipation as he prepared to ram his ten-inch tool up her hole.
"Oh, shit, I'm so fucking horny," he gasped. He reached over and picked up his beer can, draining the contents. Then he felt Diane's lips on his penis. He thrust his groin upward into her face and lay back across the blanket.
"That's right, baby. Suck it. Suck the come out," he panted lasciviously as he felt her lips pressing up and down on the meaty root.
"Suck it!" Nick commanded.
Diane grabbed Nick's throbbing spike and began to lave and kiss the bulging, red head.
Then she started to run her tongue up and down the fleshy sides of the shaft, occasionally nipping and kissing the foreskin.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good!" Nick gasped with pleasure. He sat up and placed his hands over her head, pushing and pulling her mouth up and down on his swollen organ. He began to grind his buttocks in big circular movements into the blanket.
"Nick, you're such a stud. Your penis is so big!" Diane gasped excitedly, pulling her mouth momentarily from his meaty dong.
Nick placed his hands over her heaving breasts and squeezed them hard, rolling the firm flesh in big circular movements. The nipples were already firm and erect, and they pushed hard into the palm of his hands. Diane began to moan in small animal-like noises as she grew hotter beneath his masterful touches and caresses. She plunged his penis back into her mouth and began to bite at the corona, pressing her teeth up and down at the area of skin just before the point where the head began.
"Suck and bite it, Diane. You're really good!" Nick gasped. He felt sweat beginning to pour down his naked chest and belly. His heart was beating very rapidly and his breathing was coming in small gasps. He also felt his creamy load starting to rush down his shaft and collect in the fevered head of his cock. It was at that point he knew it was time to spread Diane's legs and ram his meat up her hot cunny. He wasn't about to shoot his load into her mouth like he always did with Gilda. No sir, he had had enough of that mamby-pamby bullshit. Now he was going to screw! Nick placed his hands firmly on the sides of Diane's head as it bobbed eagerly up and down his tool.
"Okay, baby, that's enough," he gasped excitedly as he pulled her mouth off his penis. She looked up at him somewhat puzzled.
"Don't you want to come in my mouth, Nick?" she queried with a coy smile. She ran her nails over his hairy balls as she spoke.
"No, baby. Maybe later. But right now, I want to put my cock up that hot little snatch of yours," Nick smirked.
"Ooooh, Nicky, you make me feel like such a whore," Diane panted wildly. She squeezed his organ with her fingers. Then she lay back across the blanket and spread her legs, revealing the juicy meat of her creaming twat to Nick's hungry gaze. Then she reached up to him with her arms as he positioned himself over her crotch.
"Fuck me, Nicky! Fuck me like an animal!" Diane cried frantically.